It all began with a dame

It all began with a dame. Stories such as mine generally tend to do so. I remember that night as clear as day, mainly because of the locale. It was the Gator’s Tooth, a well-known den of vice and debauchery in these parts, frequented by all manners of unsavory types, from wire-thin cybernet hackers to muscular gene mod smugglers, and even the occasional Mafioso. Now, being the type of man that I am, I’m quite accustomed to the people there and their ilk. But nothing could prepare me for the insanity that would ensue in several nights time. So, there I was, sitting at the bar, pretending to care about anything other than the cold mug of synthocol gripped in my hands, when I heard the distinctive sound of the door opening, and turned along with everyone else to see who this newcomer was.

I like to think that the sight of her shocked us all, despite our respective lines of work. The Gator’s Tooth was generally a males-only place, and the few women there were either equally-hardened criminals or unquestioning employees. Never before had an actual, non-criminal woman enter The Gator’s Tooth by herself. How did we know that she wasn’t like one of us? Simple, she didn’t look like one of us. She had the body of a supermodel but walked with the unsteady gait of an abuse victim. Calming herself somewhat, her eyes still showed fear as she scanned the room, seemingly looking for someone else, before resting her gaze on me.

Cautiously, she made her way over to where I was, intent on talking to me for some reason. As the other patrons saw that she was just here for little old me, they went back to their own devices, uninterested in whatever business she had with me. So there I was, dumbstruck as this woman, who I’d never met before in my life, calmly walked up to me with a proposition. “How would you like to make a lot of money, for just a few days of work?” “What?” I blurted out, caught completely off-guard by this turn of events.

Tattoo

Oh god, something’s wrong. Something’s gone horribly wrong. I was supposed to die, but I didn’t. I was content, I was happy with my life, so what went wrong? Everything was ready for my ascension, so that I could meet the Lord and let his warm embrace into my eternal soul. I’d lived a simple life, with no sins that would taint my soul and jeopardize my ascension into the light. So what went wrong? Why did the Lord abandon me and keep me from ascension?

I must be cursed, that’s the only explanation I can think of. The Lord must have seen a flaw that I hadn’t noticed, some forgotten sin of mine that he has damned me for. Why hath thou abandoned me, Lord of mine, in my darkest hour? I have never betrayed you, and I’ve never stopped believing in you, so why now, Lord, why me? I was destined to die last night, you saw to my marking yourself, when I was but a babe suckling upon mine mother’s breast. And ever since then, I knew when I would be coming into your embrace, certain that when the time came, I’d be welcomed into your kingdom. And yet, here I am, a day and night after my chosen time, still breathing the air and walking the earth.

What then, shall happen to me now? I cannot visit my family or friends, since they believe me dead and would think I’m a demon from the depths of hell, sent to torment and tempt them into sin, in order to jeopardize their chance at ascension. What should I do? What will become of me? There is only one logical solution, I must destroy the Lord.

The time is coming, soon it will be all over, very soon. I’ve found him, after all these years. He’s been hiding in plain view, how could we all be so foolish? He watches us, like a cat watching mice, waiting for the right time to pounce, to pick up a new one and use them like the playthings they are. Years ago, many, many years ago, I thought I was one of them, but no more. I am greater than them in oh so many ways. I am faster, stronger, and superior than them in every possible way. No longer are they my equal, now they are just playthings, toys to be used at will.

And it sickens me, how the so-called “Lord” made me for the sole purpose of being stronger than them. Which is precisely why I will kill the both of us, here and now. Once, long ago, I wanted to kill him in order to hopefully end my suffering in the process, but now? Now I will simply kill him so another like me will never be created. I step through the door of this run-down motel and ask for the room number he’s staying in, saying that I’m his son. He points me to the room, and I proceed to go to the room. I stand and wait, trying to decide what to do. Finally, with nothing better to do, I open the door and step inside.

The Storm

The clouds within that Minnesota sky were grey that evening, as the gods raged within the heavens. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as we huddled in our various shelters terrified of the gods’ fury lashing out at us mere mortals. We knew that a storm was coming, of gargantuan proportions, and that the gods themselves would be unable to protect us, too busy fighting each other to care about us, their most beloved of creations. For the first time in our existence, we felt scared and alone, like a helpless child without its mother. And at that moment, when the storm broke, and the gods did nothing, did we truly know what it means to feel fear.

People speak of a calm before a storm. Well, they aren’t lying when they say that. Before the storm hit, leaving nothing but chaos and destruction in its wake, everything seemed so...idyllic. We were happy and carefree, blissful in our ignorance of the world around us. We were content in the fact that our gods would protect us from all danger, that we would be delivered from salvation on the wings of heavenly angels.

Instead of heavenly angels, we received infernal devils, bringing with them not peace and salvation, but chaos and damnation. Fire and brimstone rained from the skies, burning all those of little faith. We had brought these horrors upon ourselves, realizing too late that the gods had let the storm come, intent on punishing us for our sins. As we begged and pleaded for mercy, holding out on the hope that our creators would deign to show mercy on us. Alas, our futile prayers fell on deaf ears as the devils swept through our homes and butchered us like the cattle they saw us as. The gods had decreed that the world would be made anew, with no room for mistakes, and no room for the wretched souls such as we.

Serial Killer

The news is on. It's boring, as usual. The anchorman drones on and on about the same old stories, quoting from the teleprompter verbatim, word after bloody word. These people are pathetic, even the so-called "good guys". Instead of love and compassion, there exists only greed and corruption. Criminals roam the streets like packs of starving wolves, looking for their next bite to eat. The cops look the other way, taking their piece of the pie at the same time, greedy bastards. Even if the criminals commit heinous crimes such as rape or murder, the cops do nothing but pat them on the back and tell them to play nice with others. It's sickening, all of it.

Last week, a pedophilic piece of shit was found innocent because of a forged alibi that cleared him of suspicion in that little girl's rape and murder. I made sure that sonnuva bitch paid for his crimes though, No one gets away from me, that's for sure. The perverted bastard kept begging and pleading for his life, saying that he was innocent and free to go, it was pathetic. I left him hanging from the ceiling, clawing at the noose around his neck. Sick fucker got exactly what he deserved.

President's To-Do List

1. Invade Canada
2. Change the national anthem to "America! Fuck Yeah!"
3. Legalize Weed
4. Exterminate the Hipsters
5. Exterminate the Whovians
6. Exterminate the Weaboofags.
7. Exterminate /pol/
8. Party with Putin
9. Exterminate the SJWs and their ilk.
10. Start producing Darwin Genuine Draft.
11. Convert to Asatru
12. Bomb the conservative right-wing idiots.
13. Bomb the liberal left-wing idiots.
14. Emulate the Romans.
15. Bomb ISIL
16. Allow access to Cuba
17. Party with Castro.
18. Make the future today.
19. Invent cyberware
20. Invent bioware
21. Create animalmen
22. Ban 50 Shades of Grey
23. Advance genetic engineering
24. Advance technology
25. Create the Ubermenschen
26. Eliminate poverty
27. Annex Mexico
28. Acquire nukes
29. Make cyberspace a reality
30. Make a decent Cyberpunk game.

I am...

I am a human being, and human beings are fundamentally flawed. We are flesh, blood, bone, and most important of all, we are fragile. We all die, no matter what we do, or how hard we try and prevent it. Likewise, none of us are perfect in every way. We are all flawed creatures, broken and damaged goods that no one ever tried to fix or replace. We put our faith in some so-called “higher power” to fix our problems, without realizing that in order to get to the root of the problem, we must face our problems head-on, instead of looking for something else to face it for us.

We are not just worthless sacks of meat destined to be buried in the ground or burned to a crisp, however. We can create things, amazing things, using nothing but our ideas and some good, old-fashioned ingenuity. I mean, look at some of the world's greatest authors. All they had were ideas, and yet, they were able to turn those ideas into works of fiction that have endured into the modern day.