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Omar ruled Little Mogadishu with an iron fist. He was younger than his reputation might lead a person to believe. At twenty three he had originally arrived in the UK from Marseille with his Mother: Bilan and his younger Brother: Axmed. His Father had been blown up in the Battle of Provence long ago. The family had been living here in the UK for about ten years now. Omar found the people of the UK to be weak on the whole and crippled by political correctness or "doggy discipline" as his gang laughingly referred to their manners. All these obedient slaves who seemed terrified of ending up in a dog's bowl.  Omar didn't give a fuck. He had started out as a rapper called "Black Hawk Down" and his linguistic genius had set him apart from the wannabes and the immitators. That was when people still made music. He had tried to invent new cadences and rhymes based on the black arts of advertising and propaganda that he had studied after school. He had live...

Catpower had been called in to Sandoz to explain the missing Eshakes and the missing cash credits. As she sat in the grey office, that had a desk and three chairs for furniture, she waited for her team leader to show up.  He took his sweet time about it. She inspected the bitten down black nail varnish at the end of one finger.  There wasn't even a power source to plug in her phone! When he finally arrived C was completely unsurprised by his grey attire and his fake Alpha male posturing. He cleared his throat as he surreptitiously looked down from her face to her tits. He smiled at her coldly, without offering her a drink. "Miss C, it says here that you were not insured for the Eshakes, which were the property of Sandoz Industries."  Said the grey man. "Well insurance costs money,,,,,so?" Replied C, letting her unfinished sentence offer a clue up to this fool, who didn't seem to get the point that she was making. He laughed nervously. "Every...

Steelbeeps knew that something was wrong. She started typing: "You say I'm a cunt but what you are, which is a spineless coward, is much worse." She pressed the send button as the message went to every journo in the UK Economic Zone. She had changed the code on the door to the bunker and knew that she had less than a couple of hours to prepare herself for the upcoming shitstorm.  She would only need thirty minutes; tops. In her dry store there were three huge barrels of black powder that she had painstakingly scooped out of a shipment of fireworks destined for the Sandoz Christmas party the year before. Each barrel was wired up to the mains and she would just have to attach a timer box for when the time came then everything here would go BOOM!, obviously. She set the timer box connecting all three barrels and kept a close eye on her external camera positioned just outside the front entrance to the bunker. Steelbeeps had decided already that she would be reinca...

This scene of mayhem that Dave Norris found himself at the centre of was now quickly escalating beyond the limited skills and capabilities of the Warlord's Community Police. The numerous cameras set high above in the artificial branches of the park's trees had captured his capital crime of assaulting a trans gender artist and destroying his robo dog and for this crime Dave Norris had now aroused the attention of the dog food company and it looked like a new life in the jungle was.now on the cards. This meant that the feral park cleaner had nothing to lose. When the Toyota Hilux with roughly ten heavily armed Somalian youths in the back, drove right at him, Dave managed to throw his titanium bar through the driver's windscreen like a metallic spear, causing the vehicle to skid into a children's playground and roll onto its side. The youths in the truck were all flung in every direction, screaming and shouting in pain,  as Norris strode shirtless over to the c...

Om watched from the cover of the trees as his Queen was turned into a grey leather doll by the box in Greta's hands. He felt an ever increasing power in his leg muscles and jaws as his head and body grew to ten times their original size. The Pharoahs and visitors had warned him not to abuse his power when the time came, he still remembered their kindness towards him all those years ago. For Om the transition from housecat to ancient god merging with the game's reality had been relatively seamless. Something in him had always known and prepared him for this moment to shine like Orion's belt suspended above the Earth. He watched with burning eyes as the box's spell worked it's dark curse into the physical aspect of his Queen: Z. He had no more time to waste! Two huge red poles of liquid Magma hit the box in Greta's hands and lifted it high into the air. She tried in vain to desperately retrieve her prized object as it went spinning overhead glued to th...

Diversity Jones was being held at the Special Police Detention Centre out of town. The walls of the interogation room were a dull magnolia colour with only a desk and two chairs for decor and Diversity could feel at least one pair of eyeballs burning into her from behind the mirrored glass that served as an observation window. She was decked out now in the white plastic overalls of the prisoner who was about to undergo interogation. After what felt like a thousand years of staring paint off the wall Diversity was given medical treatment for her broken nose by a small mouse like doctor. He left the room and then a man who introduced himself as Mr Six set up what looked like a Polygraph Spiller Unit  on the desk in front of her. "What's going to happen to me copper?" Asked Diversity as the man wired up her arm to the device and injected her in her other arm with a syringe, without her consent! "My name is Mister Six and I am a state sanctioned psychiatrist....

M made his way through the thick vegetation and the fetid air that was alive with insects towards K, who was sprawled over the ancient stones. M kicked K's foot lightly but he refused to open his eyes. "Is that you Johnny M?" Asked K sarcastically. "Fancy opening your eyes and talking to me face to face?" Asked M. K shooed him away as if he was another insect that had come to feed on his blood. "This isn't your world errand boy, your demands are as worthless here as all that human knowledge you've brought into the game." "How so?" "How so?" K mocked. "You sound like a character from a cheap American movie! I always thought you had more self respect than that! Reciting lines written for you by the mass media." "Fuck off!" Said M. "Did you know about this place before you arrived here? You must have heard some things about us from all those pipes pumping indoctrination into your tiny brain....

Z and OM found themselves in Greta's camp by mistake. The monkey boatman had asked her if they wanted to go to EXIT/STENCE to be with the other girls and Z had instinctively told him "yes" and now she realized that she'd made a big mistake, as she was interogated on arrival by the welcoming committee on the riverbank. Orangeman and herself watched as the two well built women wearing olive green vests and combat boots greeted them both as they jumped from the boat onto land. OM immediately shot off into a twisted green wall of trees as the two women, who introduced themselves as B and H placed a rough hood of sack cloth over Zs head. She could see that she was outnumbered and went along with the plan the two women had prepared for her. She could hear them talking to each other and planning to take her to meet someone called Greta. She felt herself from the heavy cloth of the sack, getting thirsty as fuck and her mouth felt as dry as a camels arsehole, as th...

Catpower could smell the transphobes in the venue tonight! When were these liberal posers going to commit to the cause and buy some Eshakes from her! They were packed with Estrogen goodness and came in three yummy flavours! C ran a malnourished hand through her short pink hair and looked at the gang of post modern skinheads in their green bomber jackets, bleached jeans and expensive Oxblood Doc Martens with white laces. The group of white males were all a hundred percent gay! Nazi Chic! Nazi Cheek! more like! She went up to the leader of the group, a right throwback knuckle scraper she'd seen around, and offered him a sample of Wild Cherry Eshake, he just screwed his face up after she gave her sales pitch, maybe he was more than an ironic fascist after all! "Piss off Mary, I'm head fairy!" Said the ape as C looked pleadingly at the rest of Pansy Division for some moral support! They just fell in behind their Fuhrer and nodded their shaven heads at her, wit...

Steelbeeps was a fifteen year old genius. When she wasn't out robbing spermbanks of their unvaxxinated seed with her partner, Diversity, she had a lucrative career destroying famous works of art in galleries for wealthy private collectors and manipulators of the art market. She would roam the streets, in her golf buggy at night rescuing robo dogs from the trash. They tended to be heavy so she would always make sure that she was wearing her exoskeleton to preserve her back and delicate muscles. Then it was back home to the lab for repairs. She lived in a huge concrete panic room that had once been the bolt hole for the elite members of the Department of Justice; they had left and gone on to better things in a disused subway station beneath the city. Her father had helped her break the code on the door and once inside she had remapped the software. Her Dad had melted away in front of her eyes after getting forcibly vaxxinated by a drone. He had forgotten to wear his North...

The official number one religion of the Jungle colonies was EXIT/STENCE. They had churches, missions and communities scattered throughout the game. Originally the idea for the church was formed in the heads of Sandoz execs. They didn't want a large group of new borns on the other side of reality forming lawless groups and criminal enterprises. There had to be order and a search for peace for the often traumatized souls trapped within! Well all young religions need saints to help raise their stock, so to speak, and the gift of Sainthood was delivered to one young girl on a fine sunny day: This was Greta. Now you could be cynical and say her backstory was manufactured in a Petrie dish, In a lab back at Sandoz HQ, but to her believers, The G, had helped restore some balance and harmony in the lives of her believers. Her first miracle had been to travel up river on the back of a huge crocodile when the monkey captain of the ferry boat had refused her admission for her lack ...

Diversity Jones lived in her van: The Vampire, off grid. Ever since the do gooders had pulled their heads, momentarily, out of their collective arses and done away with their little windmills and solar panels, putting the grid back on nuclear power, most people enjoyed unlimited juice rations at a low cost. She preferred, no cost. Since the day she had been brought from North Africa as a boy child and sold to a family of wealthy perverts, who were sadly no longer with us, she had made her own way in the world. The interior of The Vampire was alive with multi coloured lights from screens and hollys making the vans interior a Plato's Cave on wheels. If she ever needed a break from the constant flow of light Diversity would just stick on her blast shades and everything became night. The small bed and living space was tidy out of nessesity and.all her clothes and accessories were carefully stashed in the locker overhead. Diversity liked to dress with the simple elegance of ...

The living room of the apartment is modestly furnished with a sad, tired looking sofa and no Sandoz Multiplier Game Console in sight! Mother and ten year old Son, Jed are both excitedly watching the hologram light extravaganza beaming in through the living room window by the drone hovering outside. Jed is whooping and cheering as a human battle mech dispatches two fat European type mutants with a Lazer axe leaving them headless. Mother sighs with slight disapproval at the violent scenes realistically taking place on the floor of the living room but smiles collaboratively as her son cheers on the action. We now hear a key in the door! It's Father and he looks very tired! We hear him kick off his shoes and enter the scene with a "What's going on here then?" He is routinely ignored as the Sandoz Infomercial reaches its climax with a Lazer battle and a "While stocks last!" "Call now!" Before the drone fly's on to the next residence. ...

Dave Norris had been cleaning the inner city park of litter for just over a decade. He often joked with his wife and two grown up daughters that he should just take the cheque offered by the World Government and let himself be turned into petfood for the rich and wealthy. Once his eldest daughter had hologrammed the consent form into their living room, as a joke, or so she said.  He was not so sure. He tried to crack on with his job in the early hours when the little bastards were all in bed. They tended to rise at the crack of noon, he had observed; before stumbling round their parents houses for a few hours, playing games on the Sandoz, smoking weed, then jacking off before coming out from under their stones, dropping by McD's for some chicken flavoured nugs, and arriving at the park in the late afternoon to make everyones life Hell. Weather permitting. Dave noticed that the Instinerator primed and ready to flash erase any litter was surrounded by packaging from McD...

OM felt a tingle in his nose as the green expanse flooded his senses. His ancient consciousness had been programmed  in to his kitten mind thousands of years ago by the visitors. They had prophesied many lives ago that OM would become one with the machine mind of the singularity one day. He had found it hard to believe at first, as he watched mankind struggle to attach the first curved lenses to their blind eyes. He had now seen civilizations rise and turn to ash and an ocean of blood had been poured over the earth in all the wars waged for possession of knowledge and power. OM could see up ahead his Queen and provider of all treats: Z. She was batting the large black bugs away from her face and using those dagger words that humans often use out of desperation and fear. He focused on the largest tormentor close to her face, a large black flying blood bag and two red beams of light shot from his eyes like hoses filled with lava, vapourising the pest without leaving even ...

The two jogging girls are both blonde and in their early twenties. They are both wearing brightly coloured sportswear made from recycled plastics, gathered by trans orphans in the Ukraine. One of the girls, Steph, is wearing a bright orange sports tech running cap that has written on the front in bold letters "BORN VACCINATED!" Her friend, Fee, has on a bright yellow cap emblazoned with the words "SIZE MATTERS" The two girls are vibrant, smiling and enjoying life on their terms. The park where they are running is a multi cultural paradise with people from all nations and races enjoying the warm weather with their families eating ice cream and barbecuing Halal sausages. The girls are seen jogging past a picturesque lake with plastic ducks bobbing on the surface of the dyed blue water. There is some sort of ruckus up ahead! It was too nice to last and someone had to come along and ruin everyone's day. It is, of course, a gang of Nazis! They are all wea...

Z was in awe of the twentieth century. Although she had never met anyone who was born in the magical years, the latter decades of art, ideas and politics fueled her imagination no end. She lived on the thirteenth floor with her cat: Orangeman or to give him his full title, Orangeman bad.  She didn't really mix with the other residents in the tower block. Most had been conditioned now, through years of globalist propaganda, to not trust anyone other than their immediate circles of family and friends. Bullshizen! She thought of the Halcyon days of the real left wing warriors and the big city squat scene. A time when men still had some honour and would fight for the women in their communities, unlike today. She ran a silver encrusted hand through her short blonde hair and studied her twenty something face in the mirror. The black eye she had received from the Somalian in the lobby of the flat block was going slightly yellow and healing. He had ended up coming off worse in ...