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Grim Troll
Star
- Joined
- Mar 2, 2016
It had been ten thousand years since the last man was thrown beyond the great portal. Ten thousand years since the end of the tyranny of man, and the liberating ascendancy of woman. For an age, the world healed from the hurts inflicted on it, the results of ignorance and brutality that came from the depth of their barbaric hearts. The world had never needed them, though they clung blindly to their arrogant assumption it was otherwise.
The war began, as all wars did, as man realized that the time of his passing was at hand, that the tool that was to replace him came about. A means to create an artificial sperm, the prelude to the hermaphrodite modifications, had been revealed on November 17th 2018, a day now celebrated and enshrined as the foundation to mans replacement. For they were no longer needed for the reproductive process. Now, it would be in the hands of women alone! But, the barbaric male is cunning, even in a brute and feral way.
On June 23rd 2019, they revealed The Great Blasphemy. By some pact with the forces of darkness, though the corruption and degradation of the true future of the species, they created an artificial egg and womb! They called it a true equality of the genders, for now neither was needed for humanity to continue forward. But, tell me. If by some chance, a parasite should approach you, one that holds physical and mental disease in one slimy claw, a naked blade in the other, even as from it's reeking orifice, offal and venom dripped forth, would you welcome it, or would you seek to crush it like the vermin it was, like the threat to your very survival it was?
For with the shackle of woman gone from around the beasts neck, no matter how it was being led to the guillotine in an act of mercy, there was nothing holding it back. Nothing save for a dim memory that would have soon faded.
And so, dear sisters, we struck. We acted to protect the future from the beast and it's abominable acts, before it could marshal it's forces, as it had clearly been doing, gathering weapons and material to eradicate the true children of the earth, and not it's rapists and abusers!
It had been a long and bloody conflict, the tolls of the dead and swaths of the planet rendered barren, ash and poison from weapons to masculine to contemplate... It was only by the grace of the Goddesses that we and the world survived the devastation. But in the final hours, they showed their true hearts, the sheer depths of cowardice they were capable of. They could not flee the world into the void of space, for we controlled the skies. The seas and depths of the world held few secrets, or at least none we could not unravel before they could recover fully.
But, it was in the depths of a broken and blasted city, that the Goddesses came across their last stronghold, where in the depths, they had constructed their most diabolical creation. For they could not hide, and could not flee into the vast wilderness, so they sought another route, other paths. They dug into the quantum strata of reality itself using a great portal, attempting to flee into another world, even as they prepared weapons to utterly destroy the world of their birth. And but for holy grace, they would have been successful.
There, battle was brought to the corrupt and vile creatures, their weapons destroyed, even as the energies were funneled through the gate, the last of the creatures hurled through, their gateway cracking behind them, as the roars of rage echoed, silenced.
And so, for ten thousand years, we have had peace. And it shall be eternal!
The war began, as all wars did, as man realized that the time of his passing was at hand, that the tool that was to replace him came about. A means to create an artificial sperm, the prelude to the hermaphrodite modifications, had been revealed on November 17th 2018, a day now celebrated and enshrined as the foundation to mans replacement. For they were no longer needed for the reproductive process. Now, it would be in the hands of women alone! But, the barbaric male is cunning, even in a brute and feral way.
On June 23rd 2019, they revealed The Great Blasphemy. By some pact with the forces of darkness, though the corruption and degradation of the true future of the species, they created an artificial egg and womb! They called it a true equality of the genders, for now neither was needed for humanity to continue forward. But, tell me. If by some chance, a parasite should approach you, one that holds physical and mental disease in one slimy claw, a naked blade in the other, even as from it's reeking orifice, offal and venom dripped forth, would you welcome it, or would you seek to crush it like the vermin it was, like the threat to your very survival it was?
For with the shackle of woman gone from around the beasts neck, no matter how it was being led to the guillotine in an act of mercy, there was nothing holding it back. Nothing save for a dim memory that would have soon faded.
And so, dear sisters, we struck. We acted to protect the future from the beast and it's abominable acts, before it could marshal it's forces, as it had clearly been doing, gathering weapons and material to eradicate the true children of the earth, and not it's rapists and abusers!
It had been a long and bloody conflict, the tolls of the dead and swaths of the planet rendered barren, ash and poison from weapons to masculine to contemplate... It was only by the grace of the Goddesses that we and the world survived the devastation. But in the final hours, they showed their true hearts, the sheer depths of cowardice they were capable of. They could not flee the world into the void of space, for we controlled the skies. The seas and depths of the world held few secrets, or at least none we could not unravel before they could recover fully.
But, it was in the depths of a broken and blasted city, that the Goddesses came across their last stronghold, where in the depths, they had constructed their most diabolical creation. For they could not hide, and could not flee into the vast wilderness, so they sought another route, other paths. They dug into the quantum strata of reality itself using a great portal, attempting to flee into another world, even as they prepared weapons to utterly destroy the world of their birth. And but for holy grace, they would have been successful.
There, battle was brought to the corrupt and vile creatures, their weapons destroyed, even as the energies were funneled through the gate, the last of the creatures hurled through, their gateway cracking behind them, as the roars of rage echoed, silenced.
And so, for ten thousand years, we have had peace. And it shall be eternal!