Badtraum2020

The town of Ulverston in the Lake District was whiter than an episode of All.Creatures Great and Small projected on to a snow drift by a tweed clad farmer scanning the tree line for illegal immigrants. Naturally the inhabitants of the ninety five percent white Anglo town felt guilty about living in a crime free environment in the beautiful English countryside, just as the cultural engineers behind the psyop hoped that they would! The little town was in line for some.serious cultural.enrichment! it was predicted in various polls that Ulverston would be sixty percent white by 2040, Gary Loob hoped it happened sooner than that, while he was still young enough to enjoy Keir Starmer's vision for the British Isles. Gary ran a reggae club called "Reggae Reggae Source" in the centre of town. His neighbours on either side were a Charity Shop and a Turkish Barbers where he popped in twice a week for a thirty pound beard trim. His girlfriend Joolz who was also his flatma...

Del Shatner arrived home from Weight Watchers feeling like a new man. He put down his bag and started lighting the scented candles scattered around his flat. There were quite a few vanilla nose quakes to spark up, around thirty at his last count. Del caught sight of himself in the large floor to ceiling mirror where the fireplace used to be. He was a slightly chubby, although not fat, man in his early fifties. He turned his back to the mirror and ran a hand over his arse, barely contained in the tight embrace of the grey lycra yoga pants. This had been the first year out of the last five that Del had refused to go hunting wild boar on the French island of Corsica in the Mediterranean. He had ended up having a furious row with his best mate about it. The truth was he was desperately trying to seek approval from the lady that ran his Weight Watchers Group: Tabitha Khan, and when she described his past pig hunting to him as "deluded macho bollocks" he knew that he...

K lent against the jungle stones and ran a large hand over the insect bites on his shaven head. He looked tired in his oversized military jacket and he let out a sigh. M took this as an opportunity to attack the larger man but froze paralyzed as K opened the palm of his right hand to reveal a diamond sat there, alive with colours. M tried to gain control of his body now in the disorientation and illusions of the jungles discomfort and pain.  The jewel in K's hand grew quickly as a folding out world of blue and white lights. M diminished in size as the fluorescent dazzle engulfed his consciousness. He was being shot through this Cannon of light into some kind of arena or fighting cage. He could feel the cool tarpaulin against his skin as he awoke in a foetal ball, as naked as day one  It sounded like the arena was packed full of punters screaming for his blood. He jumped to his feet and all he could see around the Octagons wall was the infinity of self reflecting mi...

Since the Human Wars and the compulsory vaccinations for all adults in the UK Economic Zone had decimated the population (just like everywhere else in the western world). Jobs for human beings became harder and harder to find as machines took their places in society. George Herod was an award winning entrepreneur and a commited UK socialist. He was in his thirties, drove a Tesla and always wore the latest fashions from Communist China. One.day on his morning drive to work, the winter sun was perfectly aligned with the bluest of skies. He could see whole families arranging their worldly goods on tattered blankets, drones buzzed over head carrying shopping bags as it was rare to see someone shopping in person these days. Herod turned up the car's heating and increased the volume on his Audio book which was Keir Starmer s Masterpiece of a memoir: "Tough Choices." which he had managed to complete writing just before his assassination all those years ago now before...

The Socialist Chess Club of Leith met every Thursday evening in the Turkish Barbers Community Art gallery at the foot of Leith Walk. Maxi Paddock had purchased the Barbers from two Kurdish Brothers with money that his Father had sent him to buy a Range Rover. The Brothers had fled to Istanbul shortly afterwards and left no forwarding address. Maxi was a thirty year old Communist agitator and artist from Central London. He didn't believe in bourgeois programming and thought that the white western imperialist needed to be re-educated through small community interactions like the Chess Club followed by fine tuning that would eventually take place in larger camps once they seized power. Anna Chikatilo was Maxi's partner in the Chess Club and in life. She was a large, formidable trans activist originally from Rostov on Don. She claimed to be a blood relative of the notorious "Rostov Ripper" Andrei Chikatilo. She had been responsible for introducing the strong t...

Ali Mostin ran a successful business from the backroom of the Mosque in the economic zone of UK23. His organic fertiliser had enriched the gardens of the UK taxpayer since the middle classes had fled the war zone that was London in 2028 and retreated to more peaceful surroundings in gated communities that had sprung up around the outskirts of the Metropolis. "Ali's Sunshine" as it was known served a dual function in a society that now had a problem with rotting corpses proliferating around the destroyed streets of England's capital city. In theory Ali's deal with the Royal Dogfood Company allowed him the collection rights to criminal's corpses that were either too mangled or had decomposed beyond the realms of dog consumption, at least this had been the original idea. As the battles on the streets had become more brutal and the weapons employed more deadly it would not be too out of place to see a stray ear or hand lying in the gutter of any street...

After what felt like years of blood sweat and grind Jerry Heller or JQ, as he preferred to be known, had at long last become a major player in the UK23 Hardcore Rap scene. His portfolio of artists included  "Black Hawk Down" "Lil cunt" "White Meatball" And his world beating superstars: "HaHaHamas and the Rotherham Gigolos" From his bunker below London's streets JQ promoted gigs, made promo videos and even scouted for talent with his army of heavily armed robo dogs as they picked through the ruins, bones and the twisted metal carcasses of destroyed cars to send back 24/7 video feeds to JQs state of the art Sandoz Media Console. Just last night there had been a heavily armed battle between The Vietcong and a drone swarm that had resulted in mass casualties on the ground. The battle had become a holly.sensation amongst the British taxpayers living out in gated communities around the outskirts of the big city. JQ blew a blonde dredd l...

After the police force of London's economic zone UK23 surrendered the streets in 2030, machete wielding gangs hacked their way through the remaining wage slaves and indiginous poor to create an urban desert of burnt out businesses and squats decorated with human skulls in the once glorious capital city of  Greater London. The police had colluded with the liberal media of the UK to try and psyop and social engineer changes in narrative through stories like the white swordsman who randomly hacked up some black school children. They plastered the white brutes face onto every media channel in the UK but didn't provide a name for the attacker, conveniently, when his name did surface it turned out he was Brazilian and not a white native of Britain at all! However by then most people had absorbed the visual story of an angelic black child viscously murdered by a callous white British psycho. Throw in an unarmed.copper.getting their hand cut off trying to heroically interve...

This new meeting of Edinburgh AA was going to be different! It would be held in the George Floyd Community Centre in the heart of Leith. The building was an abandoned church that had been spruced up for the occasion. A group of local artists had teamed up with some convicts from Edinburgh prison on day release and they had really let the magnolia paint fly!  The Leith artists all from London had stencilled Rishi Sunak happily shovelling black babies into the mouth of Moloch in the guise of a British Bulldog. Rishi was dressed as Pee Wee Herman in his famous grey suit. It was so good people commented that it could have been a Banksy! Et voila The George Floyd Community Centre was born! Now it was time for.the Pope of Edinburgh AA to bless the place for the upcoming meeting of the elite of the most sober from Scotland's Capital City. Bobby was 85 years old and had been sober for 70 of those uphill paper round years. Some people speculated that he couldn't have even dr...

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...