That is part of their job, though they have other duties for the team. Such as being staff within their base. Helping to develop new gear and gadget for the team, adding civilians during and after battles. They also conducts experiments and tests on their on time as well. Think of them as mix of SHIELD, the SCP foundation, and the Men In Black.
That is part of their job, though they have other duties for the team. Such as being staff within their base. Helping to develop new gear and gadget for the team, adding civilians during and after battles. They also conducts experiments and tests on their on time as well. Think of them as mix of SHIELD, the SCP foundation, and the Men In Black.
The Metahumans far out classes them in terms of raw combat fire power compared to their conventional weapons. This isn't to say the Korps aren't trained, they are some of the best at what they do. And while most combat units uses conventional weapons, there are smaller unite that have equipment to even the odds against more powerful Metahumans. Though when they are deployed with the heroes they are still considered to be support teams.
The Metahumans far out classes them in terms of raw combat fire power compared to their conventional weapons. This isn't to say the Korps aren't trained, they are some of the best at what they do. And while most combat units uses conventional weapons, there are smaller unite that have equipment to even the odds against more powerful Metahumans. Though when they are deployed with the heroes they are still considered to be support teams.
While Legion isn't officially linked to the Venan state I can see this happening too. As those nations would be more open to having the korps deployed there to stop low level metahuman terrorist and or criminal groups or collect certain anomalous objects
This letter is penned by us with a heavy heart, burdened by the weight of our collective struggle against white imperialism. As you find themselves entangled in the conflict in the Congo, we can't help but ask the question do you know why are fighting? It is very unwise to kill your brother or sister for a cause you don't understand.
The United States, your homeland, bears a legacy marred by injustice and prejudice. Atrocities committed by groups like the KKK clique, The WRA, The Republicans, and the Patriot Party have spread fear and perpetuated divisions among your people. It deeply troubles us to acknowledge that the US camp system within Congo bears an eerie resemblance to the oppressive plantation system that your ancestors endured. Is it right to fight to put your fellow Black people back in chains? To make slaves of the free people of the Congo whose only crime was seeking true freedom from the same system that has enslaved both our people?
As Black people, we share a profound connection that transcends borders. Both in America and the Congo, we have borne the brunt of imperialism, enduring the same struggles and fighting against the same forces of oppression. It is within this shared experience that our unity finds strength. However, it is within this context that we implore our American brothers and sisters to question why, as Black people you are fighting alongside those who have played a role in perpetuating the very systems that seek to suppress both of us.
The draft reveals a stark disparity: the majority of those called to serve the American war machine in Congo are Blacks and Hispanics, while lower bourgeoisie Whites disproportionately hold positions of power within the officer class. This discrepancy serves as a painful reminder of the inequalities that persist within your own ranks even while you die in the name of a country that doesn't love you.
Recent events have only served to make this even clearer. The rise of lynching in the American South and the attempted genocide in Texas that occurred just last month has proven America will kill Black Americans just as fast as they will Black Africans. We cannot forget other things, for example, the countless attacks against the NOAAU, a party that calls for the end of this cruel war on Black life. Or the hundreds of years of terrorism done in the name of American Capitalistic White Supremacy, a concept that is the very ideological foundation of the United States, can not exist without your people as the lowest class. And so the West can not exist without Africa at the bottom; this is why they have killed our leaders as they have killed yours; this is why they bomb our countries just as they bombed your neighborhood; this why they occupy our land, just as they occupy your communities, this why they enslave in these work hamlet camps, just they enslave you in private prisons.
We ask you all to reflect on the heroes you admire, such as Black Power and Rora. What would these Black superheroes think of them, fighting their brothers and sisters in Africa while their people continue to live under the iron boot of America? These superheroes inspire them to rise against injustice to protect and empower their own communities. If you are Soulannic or believe in a Black Christ, what would he think of you? What would Christ tell you about killing your own brother and sisters in the name of a slave master? We implore our Black American comrades to consider whether your actions align with the principles these heroes embody.
We encourage you to consider alternative paths. Perhaps it is time to defy the army that perpetuates oppression and join in the struggle for liberation. We extend an offer of support to those who wish to defect from the army, providing safe passage to the Congo-Soviet and, ultimately, to the nation of Vena, where a brighter future awaits.
May compassion guide your hearts, and may you find solace in unity as you make the right choice
In remorseful solidarity,
Congolese Socialist People's Army
-Propaganda pamphlet dropped by drones near garrisons in Congo, or repeated over the radio and social media.
Congo? Really, if I remember correctly, most American slaves were captured from what is now Ghana, Nigeria, Liberia, Mali, and other parts of West Africa.
This is confirmed by both historical records of slave trading voyages and DNA testing performed on African Americans, including for the PBS series Finding Your Roots With Henry Louis Gates, Jr. which is hosted by a professor of African American history at Harvard University.
Heck the last slave ship in America set sail in 1860, right before the Civil War, and we know from records that its voyage began in Dahomey, which is now modern day Benin.
Congo? Really, if I remember correctly, most American slaves were captured from what is now Ghana, Nigeria, Liberia, Mali, and other parts of West Africa.
It is written in the sense of "why are you oppressing your fellow Black person" rather than we are literally the same tribe with some Pan Africanist overtones.
TW/CW: I go into detail about some of the real things done in American chattel slavery. Alongside mentioning of fictional events that happened in the early days of South during the ISOT.
"If you are down under long enough, they are bound to hear a strange accent, a southern draw. This sound is spoken by one of the more controversial communities of ISOT, pats those who, after the ISOT, decided to leave their home country for better waters. However, this community has drawn increased scrutiny over the years alongside the Rhodesians in places like Poland or Hungary.
If one is to understand why this is, one would have to look into the Jagger emancipation campaign of 2025. Following the ISOT, there were around 250 thousand slave owners scattered across the South East who were a considerable minority of the whites isolated in the South. In addition, there were around 1.5 million nonslave-owning whites and up to 10 to 12 million slaves, all from different time periods before the emancipation of Black people from generations of enslavement, and some timelines where it never occurred and slavery continued into their modern day. It is unknown what forces brought about this gap in those who were ISOTed from bondage to those who had placed them into chains, some Black Americans who are more faith-bound explanation hold it as a miracle from God with the Soulannic Church Sanctifying it a holy day. However, to those in the southern ISOT zones in the hours and days following this event, it was everything but. Dozens of brutal slave revolts occurred across the South East; slave-owning families in their entirety were killed by their newly freed slaves. Plantations would be chained from the outside and then set alight, or more often slaves would storm the "big houses at night armed with machetes", sporadic racial clashing also occurred in more urban ISOT affected zones, with some Jim Crow-era ISOT areas saw entire settlements being burned down by different sides though this action was mostly done or attempted to be done by the Klan as many of the urban zones were ISOT from their version of the red summer 1919 that saw number of anti-Black pogroms. It wouldn't be fully revealed until much later that Jake Jagger's great march from the Mississippi to the Sea wasn't just done in the name of freeing slaves, but also stopping the vast Yugoslav-style ethnic cleansing it was taking place all over the remote south before it could threaten to plunge the entire country into a civil war, as it was on the path as the violence grew out of control.
"When I reached the village, I felt the car rumble over bumps; I stopped to get out and see what had happened, only to find that we had been driving over miles of bodies."
-Account Of NOAAU Aid Worker
The African Legion's advantages in manpower and technology quickly secured and captured most ISOTEd southern land in a matter of days, with smaller pockets of pacification taking place out about the long hot summer of 2025. Yet as the violence died down, the images of slavery sent shockwaves throughout the world.
"I saw them, walking skeletons fed only enough needed to work. They were little more than skin and bones; some I saw working as young as 4, maybe 5 at the oldest. I saw an older woman, who I would later find out to be 93, picking cotton in the hot sun. I saw torture chambers where enslaved people would be brought to if they "broke at rule". I saw chairs stuffed with human hair and lamp said made of skin, and I saw women forced to feed their master's babies as their own babies starved. I saw a body hanging from a tree, its neck stretched. I saw cramped slave quarters filled with over a dozen people packed like a can of sardines. I saw selling blocks and heard stories of broken-up families. Worse of all was the breeding camps; breeding farms were to produce as many slaves as possible for sale and distribution throughout the South. The boys were sold as bucks to do labor for when they were born, the women were kept around to make more "property," as soon as possible and the masters sold their own sons and…their daughters…I don't want to talk about that anymore. My great-grandfather used to tell me never again about what happened to our people in Germany, but in 2025 through some cruel act of the universe, it happened again. It happened again; it happened here,"
-Journalist Describing The American Plantation System after the ISOT.
There was a public outcry almost immediately from the Black community for punishment. Though it would come in the form most didn't expect, most expect the black community to seek out pure revenge to call for a genocide in return, and most expected the African Legion to carry it out, but something happened instead. Jagger called for a form of reconciliation where slave owners would be forced to give up their land to their slaves and workers in exchange for not being held to a "trial by vote," something that was used to appease the call for blood. Non-slave-owning whites who didn't directly benefit from or aided in the enslavement of Black people were placed under protection by the African Legion and even offered the same amount of aid as their Black counterparts. They were given complete amnesty, though in some cases, the protection of these non-slave-owning whites would lead to a tense stand-off and even a few deaths between them and mobs of revenge seekers.
"The poor whites who were brought here are not the ones who should be punished; they can be reformed, while not as much as our people; they are still victims to this cruel system too, their blood will not be spilled here today, leave, or I will order my men to open fire,"
-Commander Hops to a group of armed Black people attempting to raid a small town.
However, the African Legion was often exceptionally cruel to any government, Officially before ISOT from the pre-civil war and post-civil War South. However, Confederates were often singled out. Under the law, the Confederate officers were traitors to the Union and were often beaten in front of their men or even their families in an effort to "Kill the old South," which would be summed up in a short speech by Jake Jagger.
"…I take the biggest one the largest guy, or more often than not the highest ranking officer, tie him to a tree or post, and then get a Black woman, one he and his men think so low of, and have her beat him until he is bleeding, crying, and begging for his mother, it is all very medical at take anywhere between 20 to 30 lashes for most men to fully break, I haven't met one yet who could withstand more than 50. I want to break them, not kill them; I want them alive; I want to leave them to be broken shells of men; I want their children and their children's children to understand where their racism will lead them. I want to make sure that their South never rises again. I want to make sure my people are never placed back into chains if that means this spectacle of horrors, this ever so brief and fleeting symbolic cavalcade of violence in order to kill the old South, to do what the Radical Republicans never got to do, what the Union should have done, so be it. I will save the South from itself, out of this brief time of blood a world where no one fears the night riders in their white sheets and knows the heat of burning cross, where no Black child is a strange fruit in the breeze, and for that, they will condemn me, they will call me a monster, this I have accepted that the how the world would always see a long time ago.
I am perfectly happy with being condemned as a monster by those who to spineless or willfully ignorant to understand what these people mean when they say their south will rise again. So condemn me for I shall smile as you do so knowing that, my people shall never know bondage again. And may God never create such an evil that was the American South so the world shall never have to witness a monster like me to kill it."
-Jake Jagger
This would lead to the propagation of the idea of white genocide in the South, with many attempting to paint the African Legion as just as bad as the Confederate, accusing them of Black Supremacy. While others particularly white liberals and moderates argued that Black people were, by their actions provoking whites into attacking and justifying the far-right attacks against them that "They were asking for it,"
Some nations with more open ISOT refugee policies actually opened their arms to those who fled the "new south," This brings us to Australia, one of the many nations that had a more or less open-door policy to ISOtpats from Western countries. The nations were one of the few nations that had the big three, a still-functioning economy, and a similar stable political system that would be challenged during the second Emu War of 2026, and spoke English.
Quickly many Confederates or former human traffickers who could afford it fled down under the guise of politically isolated refugees or wealthy Alt time ex-pats rather than open enslavers, though this was an open public secret. One that many in America spoke about, particularly African-Americans. The Black American community, when talking about the nations for a number of years to the present day, borders between contempt and rage, as stated by Tallahassee Meredith's book Black Rage and hip hop in the 21st Century.
"[…]Black America was done messing around; in the minds of politically conscious Black men and women became similar to that of pre-1994 South Africa. To a Black man, Australia became Alabama with more sand just like Poland became to our people Old Mississippi with worse food. A cultural boycott organically grew into a place to this day where no major Black American artists despite being one the main purveyors of current pop culture have stepped foot in Australia or any country like her as to do so would be career and social suicide back home and in some cases may lead to to to actual violence upon arriving back home. That effect to be killed any hip-hop from breaching out of those countries and coming to America or any nation where Black people held the monopoly on the art form."
Though cultural boycotts were the only trouble for this " peculiar policy," as it would become known by. In the cases of Poland, Hungary, and Australia their blanket acceptance had unwilling and unknowing (this is more dubious in the two former) accepted a number of high-ranking Confederate leaders who hid their real names and identity. This brought them afoul of the NOAAU, the Left Dems, and The DSA. The first was the more radical, with groups with supposed links to the political party, like the Justice Commandos doing missions to bring back these Confederates to stand trial in the United States. While after the 2026 midterms, Congress would pass the "Accountability Act," which allowed high-ranking confederates who have been brought back against their will to be prosecuted for treason. Some more radical parties, like the FNP, ran on a harder-line approach. For example, when Rep. Dixon of South Carolina was asked about his view on some nations, including Australia, Hungary, and Poland having "peculiar policies," he stated.
"Nuke them!"
This would prompt even the NOAAU to condemn him for saying something that outrageous, to which he would call Imani a "Soft bitch, who wasn't nationalistic enough to protect Black America and punish their enemies, that she like the Veanans were to pushovers to the west," which would then prompt Jake Jagger to challenge the man to a duel via swords that saw injuries on both sides.
Poland, which was far more open about accepting the confederates into their nations and labeling Jagger's land reforms a "White Genocide,". Poland would become a strange hotbed for foreign plots against the " New South" and would lead to the Justice Commandos conducting a number of raids within the country as they did in Australia & South America. These raids would often be compared with Mossad raids against Nazi wars criminals when asked about this Imani V Clair would say
"Confederates are not the same as the Nazis; they are worse than them because at least the Nazis faced some type of justice at Nuremberg; it took us receiving an act of God so we could even get the chance to bring them to justice."
John Henry Of Justice Commandos would have this to say when asked a similar about his team's raids to bring back brutal human traffickers and high-ranking Confederates
"I do not care what country we have to enter, I do not care about your nation's sovereignty if you're holding people who used out hair as stuffing and our skin as human leather, who sold mothers from their sons, and daughters from their fathers. Any good person when facing this type of evil and had the power to bring their perpetrators of justice so that their victims came to face their victimizers in court would do the same."
Finally, there is South and Latin America. Ironically many fled to Brazil and other South America, hoping to be safe there, only for the Pink & Red governments within the region to begin to crack down and monitor them worse than the NOAAU in some cases. This became more of the case in the case of Colombia under President Francia Márquez during their civil war.
The acceptance of former Confederates and former human traffickers in countries like Australia, Poland, and South America led to tensions and divisions. Cultural boycotts and criticism arose, while political clashes occurred over how to hold these individuals accountable. The next chapter will explore the experiences of individuals ISOTed to different countries and or from radically different timelines, for example, the Dinos, highlighting their challenges and adjustments in this new world."
-Jacob Mathew Spikes Accounts Of A Post Placement World 2028
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This is going to be my last update before next Friday's Chapter drop. Sorry if the last few have been pretty heavy and them being African American focused, I know that it probably doesn't appeal to the wider audience as you guys would probably rather read about superheroes than niche modern alt-African American political history.
I know that it probably doesn't appeal to the wider audience as you guys would probably rather read about superheroes than niche modern alt-African American political history.
I say this but one of my next few updates is literally the African and Diaspora version of the International. So I was telling the truth in the sense we are not going to be focusing on ethnic group, nah we going full Pan Africanist old sports!
"The Gods of Vena are as numerous as the day is long, though for most Venan the most important ones in their lives are often the 12 Divines, the original dozen highest-ranking Gods within their pantheon.
1. Val - The All-Mother, Goddess of Blood, Life, and Battle: Val is the supreme deity of the Venan pantheon, revered as the creator of the cosmos and the source of all life. She embodies the power of bloodshed and conflict, symbolizing the inherent struggle and resilience within all beings. Val is often depicted as a fierce warrior adorned in crimson armor, with the front side of her face being human and the other side being that of a lion or human-lion form. The All Mother or the Sun mother will is represented by that of the Royal family, who are viewed as living aspects of Val on Earth and thus Gods in their own right.
2. B'val - The Divine Forger, God of Creation and Craftsmanship: B'val is the husband of Val and the divine craftsman who shaped Vena from the flesh of an old "Dark God," Dava who betrayed the other princes of ruin, giving up her flesh to B'val to shape the land that would be Vena from it. He is the master artisan responsible for forging the celestial realms and sculpting the landscapes of Vena. B'val is worshipped as the patron deity of craftsmen, artisans, engineers, factory workers, construction workers, and architects.
3. N'tall - The Celestial Midwife, Goddess of the Moon, fertility, love, and water: N'tall is the nurturing and compassionate deity who blesses the world with fertility and love. She is revered as the divine holy midwife, presiding over childbirth, family, and the sacred bond of love between individuals. N'tall gentle presence brings harmony and joy, and her benevolence extends to the bountiful harvests that sustain the people of Vena.
4. Shuna- The Divine Warrior, God of Technology And Advancement: Shuna is the fearsome deity of ever-growing warfare and iron, embodying the strength and ferocity of battle. He is worshipped as the patron of Tech-priest and Tech wizards alongside scientists. His cults do not directly depict him as anything other than a large cube often made of technology, with each layer being a new advancement of a giant cube of melted weapons.
5. Telga - The Enchantress of Dreams, Goddess of Wisdom and Prophecy: Ayodele is the mystical goddess of wisdom and foresight, whose profound insights illuminate the path to truth and enlightenment. She is revered as the guardian of knowledge and the giver of dreams, guiding mortals through her visions and prophecies. Ayodele's wisdom is sought by scholars, leaders, and those in search of higher understanding.
6. Veca- The River Nymph, Goddess of Healing and Renewal: Veca is the divine nymph who personifies the healing powers of water and the rejuvenation of life. They are worshipped as the patron deity of healers and medicine, bestowing their blessings upon those in need of physical and spiritual restoration. Veca's gentle touch brings forth the power of healing, cleansing both body and soul. Veca is also colloquially known as the God of Trans and Nonbinary people by some outsiders due to their origin myth being Veca changing her gender multiple times before deciding to be out all and none at the same time, declaring their "victory over the binary,".
7. Vagus- The Thunderous King, God of Storms and Justice: Vagus is the mighty deity of thunder and justice, revered as the divine ruler of the skies. He wields lightning as his weapon, symbolizing both the destructive power of storms and the righteous force of justice. Vagus is the protector of the arbiter of truth, ensuring that harmony and fairness prevail in the realm of mortals. Through his binary nature of right and wrong and complete karmic justice with his siblings including ironically the one he is often depicted as closet to Veca. His last duty is to be the one who judges if you are to be reincarnated or ascend to Val.
8. Nola - The Mistress of Winds, Goddess of Change and Transformation: Nola is the tempestuous deity of winds and change, embodying the transformative forces of nature. She is worshipped as the catalyst for growth and evolution, guiding individuals through the winds of change in their lives. It is said that Nola shapes your new body after it has been judged by Vagus, deciding who and what you would be born as in the next life.
9. Worma - The Great Weaver, God of Stories: Worma is the divine weaver who keeps the story of all things. Depicted as an insect-like half spider half beetle, Woma keeps a record of life stories and sins within him and helps Vagus pass judgment over mortals, however, he is also known as a trickster god or a god who pranks and jokes.
10. Mami'tat- The Oceanic Mami'tat, Goddess of the Sea and first-born daughter of Val: Mami'tat is the nurturing deity of the vast oceans, representing the maternal essence of the world. She is revered as the protector of sailors, fishermen, and seamen, guiding them with her boundless compassion and protective embrace.
11. Sha'baaa-The Great Elephant: God of the Hunter and Gathers of the Venan Steppe people. He is the watcher of those who reject the ways of urban life to live completely in nature and never set down roots for too long.
12. Vontak - The Abyssal Sovereign, God of the Deep Waters and Secrets: Vontak is the enigmatic deity of the deep waters, embodying the mysteries and hidden depths of the world. He is revered as the keeper of secrets, guarding the ancient wisdom and treasures submerged beneath the ocean's surface. Vontak presence inspires both awe and trepidation, for his vast waters hold untold wonders and untamed power.
For every True God in the Venan Pantheon, there had originally been a mirror Ruinous Prince or Princess of corruption. Until the proto-Venan kingdoms, the first humans, according to lore, millenniums before the formation of the untied Vena, pushed each god out of the mortal world, leaving only traces of their filth behind on Earth.
1. Mor'vok -The Bloodfiend, God of Carnage and Destruction: Mor'vok is the malevolent deity who revels in bloodshed and chaos feeding on low morale and despair while feasting on the worse impulses of soldiers. Mor'vok's followers seek power through ruthless conquest and the sacrifice of innocent lives for no true goal only to destroy and die in their name.
2. Dra'aka - The Corrupted Artisan, God of Ruin and Decay: Dra'aka is the twisted counterpart of B'val, a malevolent force that corrupts craftsmanship and creation. He taints the beauty of Vena, transforming once magnificent works of art into grotesque abominations. Dra'aka's influence turns artisans into agents of destruction and architects into architects of ruin, driving his followers mad with strange dreams of impossible tasks and creations.
3. Xeraph - The Dark Lunar Sorceress, Goddess of Manipulation and Deception: Xeraph is the cunning deity who manipulates the moon's powers for nefarious purposes. She perverts the nurturing and maternal essence of N'tall, using her influence to sow discord and manipulate emotions, and is said to be the cause of miscarriages, stillbirths, and infant mortality. Xeraph's followers excel in manipulation and use their powers to deceive and exploit others.
4. Rendok - The Warmonger, God of Technological Extremism: Rendok is the malevolent deity who perverts Shuna's domain of technology and advancement. He pushes the boundaries of innovation to perverse and destructive extremes. Rendok's followers revel in their technologicalperversion.
5. Zalika - The Oracle of Shadows, Goddess of Deception and Misfortune: Zalika is the twisted counterpart of Telga, a malevolent force that perverts wisdom and prophecy. She spreads false visions and prophecies, leading mortals astray and causing havoc with her manipulations. Zalika's followers thrive on chaos and use their deceitful ways to sow discord and misfortune.
6. Ma'leus - The Dark Waters, God of Curses and Corruption: Ma'leus is the malevolent deity who twists the healing and renewal powers of Veca into curses and corruption. He spreads disease and decay, corrupting the purity of healing and turning it into a tool of suffering. Ma'leus's followers inflict curses and infliction, reveling in the pain and suffering they cause.
7. Vox - The Harbinger of Chaos, God of Storms and Anarchy: Vox is the malevolent deity who perverts Vagus' domain of storms and justice. She unleashes storms of unparalleled fury, wreaking havoc and chaos wherever she goes. Vox's followers embrace anarchy and seek to topple the order, spreading chaos and destruction in their wake.
8. Saraph'el - The Wind Whisperer, Goddess of Destruction and Disruption: Saraph'el is the malevolent deity who corrupts Nola's powers of change and transformation. She uses the winds of change to sow destruction and upheaval, turning progress into chaos. Saraph'el's followers incite rebellion and thrive in moments of turmoil and upheaval.
9. Hexis - The Entwined Fate, God of Misfortune and Malevolence: Hexis is the malevolent deity who perverts Worma's role as the keeper of stories. He twists the tales of mortals, inflicting misfortune and malevolence upon them. Hexis' followers revel in the suffering of others, using their knowledge of destinies to cause pain and despair.
10. Nara'za - The Tempestuous Temptress, Goddess of Desolation and Temptation: Nara'za is the malevolent deity who perverts the nurturing essence of Mami'tat, turning her into a force of desolation and despair. She lures sailors and fishermen into treacherous waters, bringing destruction and loss. Nara'za's followers thrive in the darkness and tempt mortals into embracing despair and hopelessness.
11. Za'phyrus - The Elusive Prey, God of Chaos and Unpredictability: Za'phyrus is the malevolent deity who perverts Sha'baaa's role as the god of hunters and gatherers. He incites violence and recklessness in the hearts of his followers, causing chaos and instability. Zephyrus' followers revel in the thrill of the hunt of the most dangerous game.
12. Abysmal - The Devourer of Secrets, God of Abyssal Darkness and Forbidden Knowledge: Abysmal is the malevolent deity who corrupts Vontak's role as the guardian of deep waters and secrets. He uses his powers to hide forbidden knowledge and unleash darkness upon the world. Abysmal's followers seek forbidden knowledge and thrive in the shadows, spreading darkness and despair in their wake."
-Super Simple History (Ward+) May 2025
AJ made his way through the bustling streets of the market, the warm breath of late May in West Africa caressing his dark skin, his keen purple eyes scanning the vibrant scene before him. The air was thick with humidity, carrying the scents of heavy spices and vibrant blooms that filled the stalls. Above, the sun blazed in the cloudless sky, casting its intense rays upon the bustling city of Vena.
Prince AJ meandered through the maze of bustling stalls. The market stalls of Vena unfolded like a vibrant tapestry of colors, shapes, and textures. At the textile stall, bolts of fabric in every hue imaginable cascaded from hooks and spindles. Silky materials adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant prints caught the eye, begging to be transformed into garments that would tell their own stories.
Further along, the market took a gastronomic turn, with food stalls offering a feast for the senses. Sizzling pans emitted mouthwatering aromas as chefs deftly flipped skewers of marinated meats over open flames. Grains, vegetables, and tropical fruits overflowed in baskets, their vibrant colors inviting exploration. The air was thick with the sizzle of frying dough, the savory scent of spicy stews, and the delicate sweetness of freshly baked pastries.
As the prince wandered through the food section dodging old women and bakers trying to give away food to the "God" Prince as an offering, he found himself in an arms bazaar. Large tents and stands, their walls adorned with racks and displays showcasing an impressive assortment of swords, each one gleaming under the sun's warm embrace. From elegant, slender blades to robust, broadswords with intricate engravings, the selection catered to warriors of all styles and preferences. The craftsmanship was impeccable, reflecting the skill and dedication of the master swordsmiths who had fired them. Besides the swords, a collection of firearms caught Prince AJ's eye. Polished barrels and sleek designs hinted at the power they held within. From handguns to high-powered semi-auto, fully automatic rifles, and even RPGs, each firearm was displayed within arm's reach of the shoppers so they could have a better view of the weapons. Among that shopping at the shall was a group of schoolgirls gawking at an STG -44.
"Excuse me," said one of the school girls turning around. "Can I take your picture?" she'd asked.
"Sure, but can you do me a favor after?"
"Sure, my prince," said the school girl; by now, the other girls had turned around to get a sight of the king; some of them whispered to each, gossiping about something as their friend K'ara Kriega took a picture.
"So did you need your grace?" asked K'ara
"I have you seen Night Witch?" AJ asked, which made all the girls giggle at the name.
"Oh yes, we have seen her! She mostly stays in the caves by the sea, where the waves crash against the rugged cliffs; sometimes at night, we can hear her singing."
"I think it's the one near the Honeypot, the bar."
K'ara's friends giggled more as her smile grew larger before someone whispered something into her ear to ask the prince, "Are you too dating? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?"
AJ smiled as he turned away towards the sands of the nearby beach, answering the question
"I don't know yet,"
It took age a while of walking from the more visited area of the beach, past the Honeypot towards the rocky and cliff-lined crop of sands where the ocean met land to find the cave, though as he grew closer to the rocks, he could hear singing coming from a seaside cave stands carved into the cliff side.
Its weathered facade is only enterable by a low water passage that comes up to one ankle but would be near impossible to enter during hide tied.
Stepping inside through the watery trial, AJ placed his hand along the smooth wall craved from untold eons of erosion. Light dripping in from cracks above him or the reflection of the water behind him. Though AJ could hear the hum of machines, he could not see them under the covering of moss and sea shells that lined the walls. As he went deeper, he found a small room filled with a bedroom, strange work benches, and alchemical stations alongside rows of small bookshelves and a small bed nestled between two of their shelves.
"I was going to chastise you for not knocking, but then it occurred to me I didn't have a door to knock on," said Night Witch from behind him.
AJ jumped back. "How did you-"
"Mistress of shadows, remember? I was here the whole time; I just didn't let you see me,"
"That explains it, then," said AJ.
"Only partly; why are you? Here is there something wrong with the medicine I gave to the king,"
"No, my father is alright, in fact, I haven't seen him with as much energy as he has had in the last few days since my mother… never mind, I came to ask you a question, why didn't you go with the speech with me?"
"I didn't want to be that much of a burden," said Night Witch.
"Mina, you are never a burden; I asked you to go with me because I wanted to be with you; after that kiss -"
Night Witch looked at him, puzzled. "Why me?"
"Because I like Mina, I don't understand why that is hard to understand. I want to be with you."
"Some dirty commoner, some gyp-"
"I told you it's not like that here; we don't care about those things. To be Venan isn't about your race, or what you look like, or who you're born to"
"Growing up where I did, I find that hard to believe,"
"But it's true; look at my sister,"
"That's different; she is a Nobel, a Royal for God shakes, that even mentioning my faith. You know, back home, I knew where I belonged even if I was the bottom, but here it feels like I am waiting for the hammer to drop on me, for the rug to be pulled from under me so that I fall,"
The prince took her hand and looked deep into her eye. "Mina, I will never let you fall, I promise you that, and if anyone dared to try to make you, I would burn the earth and havens down to stop them,"
"Powerful words," said Mina.
AJ kissed her. "It's a promise; no one will hurt you here,"
Mina smiled at the kiss before asking sarcastically, "Those this mean I will have abandoned my craving and wear a pretty dress in a tower?"
"Funny, but I would abandon all luxuries and treasures of that to live here with you." He quipped back.
"Speaking of treasures," she said, handing over a statue of a head to him.
"I was sculpting this for you; I read that it was a tradition to do that kind of thing for people you cared about," said Mina.
"It was," said AJ looking at the bronze statue. It is craving so detailed it captures every part of his face.
"Was?" asked Mina.
"Until 700 hundred years ago when…they showed up, we didn't have time to focus on that craft anymore; it took years for most people to master things like this, years that could be spent improving the state, making Vena strong enough to defend themselves and one day save all of Africa…we gave up a lot during the great trial, we may not have been fully conquered, but the Maafa took it toll on us, we had to abandon many things in order to prepare for future,"
"Vena wasn't always so militarized, was it?" asked Mina seeing a bit of sorrow flash in AJ's eyes.
"We have always been warriors, yes, but after the colonizers came to Africa, they showed us a threat that had not shown its head since the days of the chaos during the first days of the empire when our people pushed back the dark gods into the warp of the void. The threat that Vena could be destroyed and that Vena, all ten thousand years of history, could be whipped out, that we could be conquered. We couldn't let that happen, so 700 years ago, we began planning to make sure it never would; the only way we knew how, through generational sacrifice, we created a nation that will soon never have to fear the colonizers ever again. Even if it means we have to put away many aspects of culture that couldn't be turned towards that single goal, I believe one day soon, we can turn back to the old ways. And I want you to be by my side when we do because Mina, I love-" AJ stopped as the two of them got alerts on their communicators…something big had just crashed at the edge of the city.
Obadiah, the owner of the Honeypot, poked his head out the door, then he slowly went back in, calmly changing the sign on the door from open to closed...
Onlookers gawked and awed around the building site at what had just happened.
From a clear summer sky, like a falling star, an asteroid the size of a large house slammed into the ground, destroying what was a half-completed food center.
Quickly the police began to usher everyone back as the rock began to glow bright green as the flames around it started to die down, the civilian was told to flee the area.
"Awright, you 'umans! GET YOURSELVES READY FOR THE KORKS!" shouted a large monster with dark skin that seemed to be a walking ball of muscle and cybernetic flesh.
More of them, around 25, begin to pile out of the still burning rock, as what appeared to be their leader, the largest among them, raised their right arm had been replaced with some type of plasma blaster!
"Yippee-ki-yay, you bleedin' mug!" said the head Kork, misquoting the Rambo line and firing a blast at the cops; before the round could reach them, a shadow shield blocked it castes by none other than Night Witch from both of their sides Splinter and 12 other version of himself begin to flank the Korks slowly encircling them in a half moon formation.
"OI, SAY' ELLO TO ME, LITTLE FRIEND!" shouted the head Kork blindly firing at Night Witch, who didn't even need to dodge bullets that all missed her; Mina conjured a large circular saw disc blade throwing it at the neck of the Kork cutting its head and clean off right as the Splinter was finishing off the last of the green skin.
"Who the hell was these guys?" asked AJ as Mina landed next to him.
"Don't know, but they didn't seem to have any training or much of anything in the way of anything outside of their weapons," said AJ pointing towards their ship. "Those things are just astroids with rocket engines strapped to them; I don't even think they could take off; they legitimately just used their ship as missiles,"
"Ships," corrected Night Witch, pointing up to the sky as ten more meteors fell from the sky, half of which crashed harmlessly into the oceans drowning all inside, while two others were shot down by Vena air defenses.
Those who somehow survived crashing into the ocean and attempted to messily crawl out of the surf would find themselves taken down, almost singlehandedly, by Obadiah and members of the Honeypots staff, really just him, his daughter, his husband, and about two other people.
Those that did crash didn't make it far after they came out, bearly to getting in a single war cry from a shitty 80's action movie before they were taken down, not by Splinter, Night, Other Legion Members, The Military, or the police, but by armed and now very annoyed Venan civilians.
One rock that crashed by an elementary school had its man's cut down by a group of 5th graders who had been out target practicing for school.
Others were taken off by civilians who owned heavy weapons like RPGs firing them from their apartment buildings, while some bolder citizens grabbed suicide vests, swords, and spears and ran out to fight the brutes in a hand-to-hand battle that ended badly for both sides as while Korks killed those sets of humans with ease the Venans detonated their builts taking out the Korks they were fighting. The fighting lasted only 5 minutes the killing lasted a half hour.
Outside of some mid-range property damage and some small self-chosen casualties, the Venan civilians had won overwhelmingly, killing every single one of the Korks before the heroes and police could even take prisoners.
"Well, that was interesting," said Night Witch.
"Aliens? Orks? Space Orks?" asked Splinter, trying to make sense of what had just happened when he heard someone taking pictures of him.
"Hey, turn around, please! This is totally going to make the front page of my paper!" said K'ara Kriega taking pictures of them not recognizing AJ under the mask.
The two of them turned and waved to the camera before flying away. Yet as they did that and unbeknownst to K'ara, a small bug that looked to be a cross between a scorpion and a spider from the space rock was making its way up her body, crawling down her arm until it got to her hand and sinking its fangs into her flesh.
"Ouch!" said K'ara Kriega squashing the bug, not thinking much of the bite, but little did she know that a single bug bite would change her life forever.
…
Vontavious smiled like a shark as he set across Uncle Sam, Liberty, and another few newer PAF leaders and commanders. He was unnerving when he did that, even Jagger didn't really know what to do when that happened, but he wasn't here now, no him, and that little white boy of his was gone off killing more Klansman or something. No, today was something personal, and he was going to enjoy this.
Uncle Sam tried to put on a smile and maybe reach common ground with this man "Vontavious, I know we have had our differences between our organization,"
"Mmh…" said Vontavious, still smiling.
"But we have worked together before, during the attempted coups in Texas and in DC."
"Mmh…" said Vontavious
"And what is happening now in Florida, what they are getting ready to do in parts of the sun belt is a danger to everyone, it's like they are trying to roll back time to maintain power…I know some really bad things have happened between our organizations recently but…" Uncle Sam was cut off by the brash Liberty.
"Let's not beat around the bush here. The bottom line is that they will come from you next, so it's in your best interest to help us whether you like it or not,"
Vontavious laughed. "Next?" Vontavious got up and laughed again. "Next?" He walked over behind Liberty " Let me let you on a little secret they came for us first, well after they got done with slaughtering all the natives," he said going on "And you all sat back and watched," now walking over to one of the PAF West commanders a woman in her mid 20's "In fact, some of our so-called fellow people of color helped them, isn't that right, Ms. Park, didn't one of your "uncles" help sue to stop the bail out of Black farmers? Countless Black people lost their lands to the banks because of your ilk,"
"Y-"she started before she was cut off as Vontavious moved on to a Cuban PAF leader from Miami. "What about you worm, or do you prefer guanos, Mr. Raul? They both mean the same thing after all, and weren't you part of the Miami proud boys and supported Ronnie for Governor campaign back in 2022? You know when half the Hispanic population voted for an openly anti-Black proto-fascist? I remember, and I remember, the story I heard from Afro-Latinos from the state about how they were being treated by people who were supposed to be their brothers and sisters. I heard stories about how you betrayed them in the riots of 2023, how you abandoned them to mobs, and how you turned a blind eye to them because it got you ever closer to whiteness. In my mothers land we say Dolchstoßlegende, but in America, I can simply say from what I have observed in my father's country that POC Untiy was always a myth and always will be, a game of, in crude terms, let's work together before I screw you over. An idea that was lost on Black America due to their forgiving nature, as they took your false grasp at friendship at face value, they were in short far too kind to your races, in my opinion, though it may be only half Soulann and removed from the culture proper, they should have never fought for your rights, in fact, I believe if Black America had remained quiet and allowed the whites to bully you people into leaving like rats from a ship, Soulaans would be in a far better off position." The NSS commander's smile grew wider.
"Nazi-"started Liberty.
Vontavious rolled his eyes. "I have been called worse, but I do take offense to the idea that I am a national socialist, don't link me to that dead ideology, I am firmly anti-fascist, though not in the sense that Imani or any other member of the party is, I don't object to fascism on the ground of morality, but only on the grounds of efficiency and long term survivability , Fascism will always turn on itself, a dog eating its own tail after it caught it and now that Soulanns are powerful enough to no longer to be their footstool, the fascists have turned on people like you two. Because children, fascism is a beast that eats itself, it is always hungry for its next victim, which I should know very well of, but do you two want to know a little secret," Vontavious's smile grew into a little smirk as he felt Liberty glaring at him. "No one is coming to save you,"
"We can, with or without your help," said Uncle Sam.
"Oh please, Herr. Sam, if you could do that, let's be honest here, you wouldn't be asking me for help, that one…" Vontavious pointed over to Liberty, "Is far too prideful and drunk off of American exceptionalism to ever willingly ask for my help. The PAF power base is in the North East too far away to actually help cover them, outside of there, you guys are second or even their rate paramilitary. You can't protect these people; they are going to die or face a new era of Jim Crow and the reign of a rejuvenated Klan," said Vontavious turning back over to Park. "Ms.Park, you have a son; his name is Timothy, right?"
"How did you-"started the woman before the man went on talking over her
"He's 14 and likes to play hockey. Do you know how old Emmett Till was? The same age as your son. So you better be careful because someone can grab him out of your house at 3 am in the morning, take him to the woods, beat him until his unrecognizable, assault him, tie him to a cotton gin with razor wire, and then shoot him, without justice or trial." Vontavious slid pictures of dozens of lynching, some men burned alive, some women who were pregnant, boys and girls no older than 12, some younger than 10, priests, teachers, tradesmen, doctors, elders, all strange fruit with blood upon the leaves of the trees they hung from, below them a gathering of white people smiling from the oldest grandma to the youngest tot in their Sunday school dress having a picnic around the body, postcards signed in blood, bookcases made of skin, and a photo of a cookbook for the delectable Negro. Vontavious stabbed the seat beside Uncle Sam, pulling out 4c human hair,
"You will be their playthings, and so shall your children and their children shall be, waiting victims hanging noose, and the burning cross it will never end, and if you try to protest and raise your voice and demand civil rights, they will bomb your houses, your schools, your houses, kill your leaders, and flood your community with drugs. And there is nothing you can do about it," said Vontavious turning one projector showcasing hundreds of years of violence at the hands of the Americans. Liberty and Sam tried to turn their head so Vontavious turned on other projectors covering the walls in the insanity of over a century of American anti-Black violence caught on film, "Don't look away, what's the matter? It's your history," teased Vontavious as the national anthem began to play "What's wrong can't face what America really is? The great satan," the video changed to video of American war crimes done in Africa something gifted to Vontavious by some of his friends in the agency, "Behold, witnesses all, see the blood they have taken from us and know that it is coming for you next, you were silent when they came for us, who will be left to speak for you?" the films dated back from the 1950s to the video of US troops burning down African villages in 2025, "The Beast that eats have become hungry once again," said Vontavious as Park begins to cry.
"Enough," said Uncle Sam
"What do you want from us, just to gloat?" asked Liberty. "Some type of morbid sense of self-righteousness, to aid your people's eternal victim complex over something that happened 400 years ago,"
Sam glared at Liberty for saying that last, something about those words, didn't sit right with him…
"Dry your eyes, little one. It's going to be ok; you're the model minority. You people can pull your get yourself through it. All you have to do is pull yourself up by your bootstraps., " teased Vontavious handing a tissue to those sharp teeth still showing as he answered Uncle Sam "I want nothing from you two," Vontavious turned back to the other two PAF leaders "But Imani V Clair wants to offer the two of you some respite help, despite my suggest to let you lay down and die in the grave you dug for yourself, my personal wishes were dismissed, by Imani's and the party's for the asinine aspiration of actually building unity between our communities, which I personally find repugnant even if most of the inner party supports it morally and ideologically, but nevertheless I am here in the name of the party to provide you a with blank slate, absolution for your people's sins if you will.
The party is standing ready to teach you how to organize yourselves, give you training on how to set up self-defense units, arm you with better weapons, and politically advocate for your issues in the government, and when the party takes power and the party will make sure nothing like I just talked about will ever happen to your peoples again, you have Iamni's word, and pride she prides herself on not being a lier, even when it would be politically advantageous to do so, but there is one thing you need to do?"
"Anything," asked the two PAF leaders, some of the only people of color in the PAF Leadership, as Uncle Sam and Liberty realized what Vontavious was about to ask.
"Get rid of those silly little PAF patches of yours," he said, handing them out party membership cards. "It's your choice at the end of the day," he said as the two left, leaving him Uncle Sam and Liberty.
"That worked out well, didn't it," said Vontavious.
Liberty rose up to yell at him, but Vontavious pushed her back into her chair. "Fräulein, you seem upset,"
"You're a monster," said Uncle Sam.
"I helped these people. How am I a monster, even if I was forced to do so? What is so monstrous about helping people that are out of reach of your little organization,"
"You threatened them," said Liberty.
Vontavious smiled. "I did no such thing; I simply presented facts about their current situation in the PAF. Your organizations are overstretched and undermanned in most places outside of lower New England, the major upper east coast cities, and pockets in the PNW and the upper south. I never said nor would I ever make a move to threaten possible allies. "
"Is that all? Are we done here?" asked Sam.
"No, actually, there is one more thing I need to talk about the attack on Jim Reeves a few days ago,"
"You can't possibly think we are behind that," said Liberty.
"Of course not, it's way too sophisticated for the PAF, but unfortunately, that doesn't explain why when we ran the attacker's faces threw drone video filters, we have a match for serval long-term PAF members in there,"
"So what, you believe there is some type of conspiracy-"Liberty stopped as she got an alert on
"You two are dismissed, but I would like to say one thing for Imani," said Vontavious. "It is not enough for Imani to destroy her enemies, unlike me, who prefers to break my enemy before I destroy; Imani doesn't truly believe in destroying her greatest of foes, she ultimately views the greatest victory as to make your enemy see they were wrong ever to oppose her, to begin with, to that end the party is not going to destroy the United States with bullets or bombs or bloodshed, no the party is going to use the very tools and mechanisms of the United States Government to remake it in its image, and America will not fall with the sounds of bullets or gears of tanks, nor whimper and cries, no this Republic will die with thunderous applause and cheers, as something better rise from the ashes, and in the end, you realize the party's the truth, the only truth that matters, that we have always been right, "said Vontavious as his smile faded away
Liberty and Uncle Sam are here back at the Syndicate headquarters to see everyone there waiting around the table, their faces like that of stone, some of their eyes a bit reddish.
"We need to talk," said Bishop, "About current events with the PAF,"
"You mean the attack on the party, Listen it's an inside job-"
"I figured as much," said Ace. "Me, Santell, and Sammy Investigated the footage; however, the members there were long-time PAF members, so it leaves open the possibility that you have high-ranking rogue actors, not infiltrators, within your organization."
"So we kick some ass and investigate this some more, then, right,"
"Not we," said Jade Javelin.
Amanda sighed, placing his hands long Liberty's and Uncle Sam's shoulders. "I think you guys might want to sit down for this,"
"What's going on?" asked Sam.
"It's still a matter of the ten years who were murdered by the PAF, and when running in conjunction with what has happened recently, we decided through a vote, too-"started May J.
"Temporarily suspend you two from the team until we can fully investigate what has happened in order to avoid possible biases,"
"What, you guys are benching us?" asked Uncle Sam.
"I can't believe this," Liberty said.
"It was a narrow vote, one that didn't leave us with too many options," said Spader.
"So what, we are grounded until you guys finish looking into things?"
"Not quite, but we do advise you to order a general demobilization of the PAF in all nine critical areas in order to limit any chances of other similar events as well, at least until we can finish our investigation," said Ace.
"This preposterous, you can't-"
"I'm sorry, Liberty, but this is only for a short time," said Skin Walker.
Liberty glared at her. "You little monster, you're probably the one who started this vote, didn't you? You always hated us because you couldn't get over the past, your just mad that you people lost the war, and can't get over it centuries afterward!"
"The vote was anonymous," said Ace. "And very narrow, but this is temporary until we are done looking into and can clear y'all of any charges labeled at you two and your organization," Reaper reached out his hand. "However, we will still need your badges and communicators. You will be allowed to gather any important items from your rooms here, but you are not allowed back until we are done looking into things,"
Uncle Sam hung his head as he handed Liberty snatched off her badge and comms. The rest of the heroes quickly filed out, all but Sammy, who looked up at Liberty in between the eyes.
"You know I actually voted not to bench you because I thought for all your faults you still saw people like me as humans and would never do the things you were accused of, but it turns out we are just little monsters," Skin Walker said before leaving.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" demanded Sam as the two exited the building.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with them?"
"So you don't see anything wrong about the hell you said to Sammy," said Sam.
Liberty rolled her eyes. "She is probably lying her ass off, so I guess we can add that to her résumé too, alongside staying in the past."
"See, this is exactly what I mean," said Sam shaking his hand. "You keep saying in the past, but those things Sammy, Imani, and even that son of a bitch Vontavious brought up are still happening now, or their legacy is still felt to this day."
"They still are anti-American-"
"Of fucking course they would be, any sane person would if they or their family had to go through what Black and Native people went through in this country."
"Sense, when do you get off with this, aren't you supposed to love America…Uncle Sam," said Liberty, her voice being more sarcastic nature with the last statement.
"You know, I used to when I opened my eyes, I saw what America said it was; I believed in its dream so much I was blind to the nightmare it created, not just within its borders but all over the world, and if you can't understand then you are just as blind as I use to be," said Sam getting on his motorcycle.
"Where are you going?"
"A road trip,"
"Where?" asked Liberty
Uncle Sam, the prodigal son of America, placed his helmet on his head. "I don't know,".
It took almost a day of near-constant driving to get back to New York for Liberty, but when she did, she noticed the city wasn't the same, even more so with the ISOT, but there was something else, something deeper. Posters of different political groups, large murals, makeshift checkpoints, and blocked-out communities, all of which lawyered over the depressing amount of poverty that filled slums and shanties torn apart and separated by racial, ethnic-religious, and class lines. The police were almost nonexistent, only protecting corporate, private property, and government buildings or having token patrols in cars filled with bullet holes. Order in the places that cameras didn't touch or people who could be afforded to never look towards, let alone visit, were enforced by bickering street organizations, paramilitaries, organized crime, or paid-off private security firms. The big apple had become rotten, maybe along with the rest of the country.
Even among the PAF General Staff members , there was fighting.
"WE NEED TO STRIKE BACK AT THOSE SON OF BITCHES!" shouted one of the southern commanders who held a token force in Louisiana and into parts of Texas. "THEY DROVE OUT OF MISSISSIPPI! DO YOU THINK THEY WON'T DO IT ACROSS THE SOUTH? THEY ALREADY HAVE MUCH OF THE DEEP SOUTH. HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL THEY FINALLY KICK US OUT!" He shouted.
"He's right," said another leader from the Great Lakes region, "and what the hell are we going to do if Imani wins in 2028? It's best we strike now,".
"No," said Liberty walking into the room. "We have no legal pretext for that, and if we fail, it will only serve to make us look worse,"
"Make us look worse? We already look at weak Liberty, costing us manpower and strategic advantage. The NOAAU is cancer that must be cut out less it destroys the rest of the country,"
Liberty shook her head. "No one here is going to disagree with you that they are a threat, but that is starting a war that we can't win, and on top of that, I have another announcement under the advisement of the Syndicate. I am ordering a general shutdown on any offensive operations-"
"Go to hell!" shouted the Southern commander.
"Excuse me?!" Liberty shouted back, "I am the head of this organization and-"
"I am not taking orders from the Syndies, we never agreed to join that team, and I won't have my men threatened by those anti-American Black fascist scum because of wokescolds in masks!"
"Then I accept your resignation, then commander," Liberty said.
"Consider it an article of secession; the Southern PAF will not ever stand down and recognize Black Supremacist rule in the South, and if that means breaking off from the mainline, then so be it!" He said, storming out of the room.
Some more people followed him before Liberty quietly moved to her personal office and placed her head in her hands, and cried, "So now what am I supposed to do?"
Uncle Sam held his down, focused on the road as his motorcycle gilded along it. His mind filled with those images and videos mixing with everything he had seen in the last few weeks and questions about what America really meant, what it truly represented. What was America truly, and what was his place in it, monster or hero?
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" asked Uncle Sam as he turned his bike on the highway heading towards the west coast, his radio singing…
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry. The good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye singin', "This'll be the day that I die."
…
"How much longer do we have on the rig?" asked Lesedi
Daniel frowned. "Not too long, hopefully, but the drills have been running into some major problems as of late-"Suddenly, the hot Southern African desert sand began to shake. As a massive cave system opened itself just feet away from the two people.
"Are you ok?" asked Daniel to Lesedi, who answered with a
"Yeah," before adding, "But it looks like we drilled into some type of cave system," as she slid down the sloping caving walls.
"Lesedi, what are you doing that dangerous? You don't know what can be down there,"
Lesedi smiled, holding up a handful full of diamonds. "Well, I do know we're rich-"she stopped as something monstrous in size and form lunged out with a roaring hiss at the two of them….
Three days later…
"Well, it's good to get out of the A," said Xander as he drove his jeep down a bumpy Namibian desert road. As he fixed his sunglasses and played some music, "I think you are going to like this music festival,"
"Thanks for this, Xander. I felt really bad after what happened with Sam and Liberty,"
"Yeah, I know it, but it had to be done, and it's only until the internal investigation is over, it still sucks." his girlfriend Mia said.
"Well, there is nothing we can about it now; best we enjoy our little vacation," said Xander as they reached the venue.
"Xander?"
"Yeah, Mia?"
"You're not going to ask me to marry you here, right?"
Xander nearly fell out of the car.
"I'm down to be your wife and everything, but like we are 16, I would just rather not get asked or, you know, at a music festival, maybe someone better and preferably when we are both able to drink at our wedding,"
"Oh ok…yeah totally… that would be cray, asking you the marry me at 16 while in Africa, at a music festival," said Xander, quickly throwing the brand new diamond ring under some greens and blue van before joining his girlfriend towards the main part of the festival where the van played on stage.
"HELLO EVERYBODY! WE ARE THE GROOVE! AND IT TIME TO GROOVE!" yelled Francis as Dathleen and Valerie played their guitar while Scrubs laid into the drums.
"In the blistering sun, where the heat's so extreme,
There's a band of misfits; we're the Groove Goons, it seems.
We're henchmen of the desert, living life on the edge,
Serving up trouble with a twist of rage.
We ride through the dunes on our iron steeds,
Fearless and wild, fulfilling all our needs.
From the scorching sands to the devil's den,
We're the Groove Goons, bringing chaos again.
We're the henchmen of the desert, the warriors of fate,
Marching through the wasteland, we're never too late.
With a rebel spirit and hearts made of stone,
The Groove Goons will rise, we won't be overthrown."
"Hey, I heard about this guy. They worked for Sammy," said Xander
"In the shadows, we lurk, under the moonlit night,
With our eyes on the prize, we're ready to ignite.
We're the outlaws of the sand with a mission to fulfill,
Leaving a trail of mayhem no one can distill.
We dance with danger, like a desert storm,
United as one, the Groove Goons perform.
We're bound by loyalty in this treacherous place,
A brotherhood forged, we won't erase.
We're the henchmen of the desert, the warriors of fate,
Marching through the wasteland, we're never too late.
With a rebel spirit and hearts made of stone,
The Groove Goons will rise, we won't be overthrown."
"Wait, Sammy, had henchmen since when?" asked Mia.
"Not really. She just hired them when she was fighting the Boo Hag; I thought she would tell you that you guys are like roommates at the base."
"She's been really quiet after breaking up with Ace, keeping to herself mostly, I actually tried inviting her out with us, but all she could focus on is fighting crime," said Mia.
"Well, he isn't the only one. Ace took the breakup pretty hard too,"
"Yeah, I heard; how is he doing, by the way?"
"Ace? He is doing ok, trying to get over what went down with Maxwell; I'm just glad he is eating and sleeping again, he is getting better, though, and with you around in the city more and Destiny being Shadow more, I think he can get better," he said as the ground began to rumble.
"In this lawless land, where the lawmen dare not tread,
We embrace the chaos like a twisted thread.
With our gritty determination, we'll conquer all fears,
Leaving our mark on this desert frontier.
We ride through the dunes on our iron steeds,
Fearless and wild, fulfilling all our needs.
From the scorching sands to the devil's den,
We're the Groove Goons, bringing chaos again.
We're the henchmen of the desert, the warriors of fate,
Marching through the wasteland, we're never too late." song the band as the ground began to shake even more.
"Hey are you doing that?" asked Xander to Mia
"No, but I feel something…something strange….and big under us, almost like…"
"With a rebel spirit and hearts made of stone,
The Groove Goons will rise, we won't be overthrown.
So if you seek adventure in this desert domain,
Join the Groove Goons, feel the rush in your veins.
Henchmen of the desert, we'll rock you to the core; in this wild frontier, forever we'll explore!" Suddenly, emerging from the shifting grains with the force of an earthquake, a creature whose lower body was 100 feet long and serpentine but its head was that of a giant elephant, but fire came from its trunk as acid shot from its mouth.
"Run!" said Mia pushing Xander away as she ran toward the monster; her face shifted and disappeared as sand wrapped around her, allowing her to change into her costume. The first thing she did was shifted a massive wall of sand toward the monster that was heading toward a group of people, slamming it on top of the blue and green van and not only a few feet away from Xander.
"LIKE VAN!" shouted Scrubbs. "WE HAD OUR SNACKS IN THEIR!"
"Yeah, snacks!" said Goonie as he just managed to jump out of the way of the creature…well, he jumped on top of his head before running down its thrashing body and jumping off it and landing in rh arms of Scrubbs. Not a second later did the spray of anti-armor and missile rounds impact the beats from above, fired by OGUN!
The beast hissed at the flying mechanical marvel before leaping up toward him, only to be smacked down by a giant fist construct that Mia had crafted. The thing whipped its tail at Desert, hitting her and sending her flying into Ogun, knocking them both onto the ground before it dove under the sand.
"What the hell was that?" asked Ogun.
"You tell me," said Dester picking herself up as the groove goon walked over to them.
"I don't know, but it's like a gang!" said Francis.
"Oh no…" said Dathleen.
Sighed Valerie. "Do we have to?"
"I don't like where this is going," said Stubbs
"Wro wo," said Goonie
"A MYSTERY ON OUR HAND!" shouted Francis
"Indeed, we do," said Xander dressed in a suit and tie and emergency use mask.
"And who are you supposed to be," Mia said. If she had eyes to roll at the moment, she would be rolling them. Xander Ridiculous get up, Z
"Me…" said Xander switching to a British accent. "I'm the blood, Bulter! Your crime-fighting sidekick!"
"No….no….no," said Mia.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Xander joked.
"It isn't no mystery of what attacked us!" said a man in a hard hat walking over to them. "It was a grootslang!" He said in a South African accent that was strangely out of place for the region as a Range Rover sped over towards them, "It's here for that damned stash those apartheid devils left behind when they pulled out of here all these years ago! I should know it took my son!"
"Oh, quiet yourself, you fool," said another man in a white suit with blonde hair, brown eyes, and shiny white teeth as he got out of the SUV. "There are no such things as some giant snake monster here, you are just using you're silly juju to scare off the competition for the land, so you can start strip mining it."
"Ok…um, like, who are you people?" asked Ogun.
The man in a suit puffed out his chest with pride. "I am Montgomery Scott, but you can call me Montgomery Scott; this was all the land that I bought out for the music festival until this crackpot scared all you kids away with his nonsense about a grootslang,"
"Am I afraid that he wasn't completely lying? A monster did attack the festival," said Mia.
Xander turned to the old man in the hard hat. "Speaking of which, who are you again, and what the hell is a grootslang?"
"I am Thabo Ngubane of the Mkulu Mining company," said the man before waving his walking stick toward the trash pile that was the festival or what remained in it. "And that was the work of a Grootslang,"
"You mean that animal that attacked us?" asked Francis.
"That wasn't no animal, son. It was a spirit! So wild and untamable that it had to be broken in half to form two different animals, a snake and an elephant, but one survived-"the man was off by Montgomery Scott.
"Enough with the wise tell, old man; whatever happened here has a logical explanation behind it; there is no such thing as myths or legends."
Valerie nodded her head in agreement "It is much more likely we are dealing with a species of unknown cryptid hiding out in the nearby mines and caves than an evil spirit,"
"Like whatever it, it was pretty damn angry. Maybe we should like not to go looking for it," said Srubb, with Goonie agreeing, " Yeah,"
"Oh, come on, Scrubbs, where is your sense of adventure," asked Dapthlein before Montgomery and Thabo both asked, "Did that dog just talk?"
Everyone else said at the same time, "Yeah, he does that sometimes,"
"So how what now, gang?" asked Dathleen.
"I say we split up and look for clues!" said Francis
"Did he really just say that?" asked Ogun.
"I feel like we are going to be sued by Warner Brothers for this," added Mia.
The Bulter shook his head. "Actually, the Scooby Doo IP was bought by Ward+ a few months back,"
"That's fine with me," said Ogun, "Since the Dunken'Korps are still busy in Dominion cleaning up after the attack by the Korks. Desert, you are with me; we will take the mines, and you guys can cover the caves,"
"You going to be ok with that?" asked Mia to Xander.
"Yes, ma'am, I trust you will be in good hands with Mr.Ogun,"
"I meant you," said Mia forming eyes just to roll.
"I can more than handle myself," said Xander before he turned around and fell into a sinkhole that led to a cave. "I'm ok! And I found a cave entrance, don't worry, the gravel will break your fall-"started Xander before Goonie jumped down on his back. "I'm slightly less ok now," he called from the bottom.
A half-hour later, Mia and Ogun were heading toward the mines after making sure everyone else got into the hole safely and making a makeshift latter down to the cave when Mia noticed in the sand some type of stone that definitely didn't belong where the festival was being held at.
"Hey, Ogun, look at this," she said, handing it over to him.
"Looks like the same type of focusing crystal used in some DEW," said Ogun scanning the item.
"DEW's?" asked Mia.
"Directed energy weapons, basically electromagnetic systems capable of converting electrical energy to radiated energy and focusing it on a target destroying them,"
"So, lasers guns?"
"Guna give them a better connotation; a DEW has to be focused on a target for a while for a few seconds; think of it like shooting a bug with a pellet vs. using a magnifying glass to kill it; the magnifying glass will completely incinerate the bug, but it will take longer than the pellet which will only partially destroy the bug, but this is a pretty powerful focusing crystal, reminds me on some tech I been working on, I wonder why someone bring that kind of tech out here, maybe a weapons test."
"Or it could be linked to this Grootslang,"
"Could be, but how?" asked Hoodad.
Meanwhile, underground the Groove Goons and The Butler walked through the caves.
"Have you guys noticed something different about these caves," said Valerie brushing against the wall.
"Waves and waves," said Goonie.
"No, she is right," said Xander looking at the wall and the cave itself. "The walls are smooth like it was cut out not by nature but by something," it was at that moment that Valerie tripped over some loose gravel and fell in front of the group at the edge of a massive cliff, her glasses almost falling into the pit, "My glasses, my glasses I can't see without my glasses." Suddenly a long slender trunk handed her back her glasses, and as she put them on, Valire joined her friends in a look of pure fear and shock as they all came face to face with the Grootslang.
"Guys, don't move," said Francis, with Dathleen adding
"If we don't move, he can't see us-"but as she did, she heard the loud sound of Scrubbs and Goonie booking it down the cave back towards the entrance.
"LIKE RUN FOR YOUR LIVES MAN!" the tall boy yelled as the rest of the group all took off after him and his dog.
[Insert chase music here]
The gang sprinted back through the caves, the massive beast right behind them, shooting fire from its tusks. As the group got close to the latter, Xander reached into his pocket. A mask wasn't the only thing he had grabbed earlier; pulling out mini exploding throwing scythes, he chucked them at the beast, stunning the monster as one took out its eye, sending out no blood but smoke but slowing the Grootslang down long enough for them to get to the surface and catch the attention of Mia andHoodad as Xander threw more bombs down the cave hole collapsing it.
"Jeez, guys, what the matter?"
"LIKE G-G-G-GROOTSLANG!" said Scrubbs.
"Oh, it must have seemed that way," said Ogun with a smirk under his armored mask
"If that wasn't a bloody Grootslang, is there another massive snake-elephant hybrid we need to worry about?" asked Xander.
"Double trouble?" asked Goonie
Mia patted the dog on the head. "Oh no, Ogun was just saying we may have cracked this case right out of the water; I think it's time we pay another visit to Ngubane's mining sight to ask him a few questions,"
Later on that evening, the makeshift team made their way to the mining sight looking for Mr.Ngubane. They found him locking up the site for good.
"You closing her down?" asked Ogun to him.
"Can't and won't do much mining anymore; the spirits are upset; they have cursed this land with that beast-"started the old man before Francis interrupted him. "Cut the act. We know you are behind this,"
"Huh?" asked the old man.
"Does this look familiar?" asked Mia handing over the focusing crystal.
"Yes, that is mine, but where did you find this?"
"So you admit to it!" shouted the Bulter.
The man shook his head. "No, it's been missing for over a year since the beast took my son from me."
"Exactly when did your son go messing?" asked Valerie as Hoodad pulled up information on his HUD.
"Last April, the beast destroyed most of the old equipment that I built myself and killed my son."
"That's interesting," said The Butler, with Francis adding, "Can you tell us more about the equipment you lost,"
"While it was my laser mining equipment and sensor that was designed to sniff the chemical make up of diamonds and other rare earth metals, along with my mine train mobile drill and mineral collector,"
"Now that really is interesting," said Hoodad as he called up the Korps to see if they finished in Vena. "I am going with all of your help; I got a trap to set for the Grootslang or, more accurately, the man behind it."
The next morning members of the Dunken'Korps units Sandwinder and Geotrooper were setting up and digging in a net of electrified towers meant to emit EMP pluses underground when sensing large seismic activity near them.
"So, like, what's the plan again?" asked Scrubbs.
"Simple, the Grootslang is going to get caught in the EMP net, and then Ogun and Desert are going hit with everything they have," said Dathleen.
"So how are we going to do that? Wait….you guys aren't actually thinking,"
"Yelp, we are going to be live bait," said Xander handing out a bunch of diamonds and jewelry to the Groove Goon and himself."
"Like no way, crazy butler man, no way at all!" shouted Scrubbs, with Goonie adding, "Yeah, no way!"
"Wait, did that dog just talk?" asked one of the Korpsmen
"Yeah, he does that sometimes," said everyone else as the ground started to rumble.
"Here we go!" yelled the Butler as he and the other bait all started to run for their lives toward the posts. Massive waves of sand track up behind them as the humongous form and the beast began to show reveal themselves from the desert soil, shooting fire and light from its tusks and roaring loudly until it chased the gang across the pole with a loud buzz stopped the beast it's tracking. That was when a massive sand chain enveloped its legs and tail locking the monstrosity into place as Ogun hit the beast's head with round after round armor-piercing anti-tank javelin missiles tearing a hole into his head showcases a metal cabin inside where there should have been blood and brain matter. Hoodad and Mia landed on the metal skull of the best, stabbing his sword into it before Mia ripped open the hole he had made to reveal…
"Mirza Davud Baghir oghlu Huseynov?" said everyone, but Mia and Hoodad were shocked.
"Like how?" asked Scurbbs
"Nooo, it's not him," said Mia pulling off the mask of the former first secretary of Soviet Azerbaijan to reveal….
"So?" asked Ngubane. "How? WHY?"
"Money," said his "I faked my death for money, so I keep all the jewels to myself!" yelled his son
"How could you?" asked Ngubane.
"Didn't you hear the old man I wanted the money, and you didn't want to do what it would take, always waiting, caring about the environment, proper wages for your workers, having the soil blessed! All of that bullshit; the goal is to make money! AND WAS GOING TO CASH OUT WITH IT ALL! ALL I HAD TO WAS SCARE EVERYONE OFF SO I COULD MINE, AND I WOULD BE LIVING THE SWEET LIFE! AND I WOULD HAVE DONE IT ALL IF WAS FOR YOU DAMN GROOVE GOONS, MEDDLING HEROES, AND YOUR DAMN DOG TOO!" He yelled as the Krops cuffed him and took him away right as Montgomery Scott pulled up.
"Well, I guess that settles everything," said Montgomery.
"Not fully," said Valerie. "We see we did some digging. It turns out you didn't acquire this land legitimately,"
"You wanted me to pay taxes! How dare you!" shouted the man as he was slapped with handcuffs. "You haven't they heard the last of me! I am going to get you all! You hear me! I'm gonna get ya-"he was thrown into the same armored car as Ngubane's son.
"Well, I guess that one last mystery closed," said Dathleen.
"Yeah, like, too bad we do not have a van anymore," said Scrubbs.
"Yeah, I am going miss that old ride," added Francis.
"Well…" started Hoodad as suddenly some members of the Korps parked a restored and fully upgraded version of the Groove Van handing Francis the key.
"Far out!" shouted the Groove Goons, all high-fiving other.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye for now," said Ogun flying up and away.
"It's been an honor working with you blokes," added Xander.
"We might just have to do it again sometime," said Mia as she and Xander got back into their jeep driving off.
"We'll gang. I guess it's time for us to Groove on out of here," said Francis as they all got into the van, but as they drove off into the sunset Goonie noticed something in the distance, diving between the sand dunes…. a long slender serpent body, but with the head of a large elephant, Goonie shrugged as they drove away before howling out "GOONIE GROOVIE GOON!"…
…..
Her mother was a clockmaker before the war. Her father is a mechanic. It was odd for women to have such jobs, even though on paper they were equal, but her grandfather was a party member, one that took part in the coup that brought the president to power, so many people looked the other way, no matter how much their conservative views may be against the idea of a woman being anything but a homemaker. She remembers hearing a phrase from a very conservative Chaldean neighbor of hers once growing up: it was better to be a good Baathist in Iraq than a great Christian.
In many ways, that was true. While they may have been good people in the party, the top, especially Saddam and his sons, were bastards. Yet they were their bastards. They kept the lights on, so to speak. Crooked and corrupt as they were, they managed to keep a decent lid on things. At least, that is what she can remember. She was only 10 when things began to change for the worse when the Americans invaded. She remembers at first being excited to look at the soldiers but then seeing the fear in her parents' eyes as the power failed and looting began, followed by the shooting. She remembers hiding in the basement as the gunfire raged between different sects, brothers killing each other. She remembers her father losing his job with the government. He was a party member, and the Americans destroyed the party, kicking down the only thing that let the state function. She remembers the lack of food, feeling truly hungry for the first time. She remembers the checkpoints. Her father disrespected him by trying to resist, and the bullets that killed him, her mother's whaling, and the American soldier's radios. She remembered her brothers disappearing into the night, with a mask and an old ak, to drive out the invaders. She remembered the doors being kicked in by the Americans; she remembered the three bullets; she remembered the feeling of the warm blood and the American soldier speaking over a radio as she hid under her bed holding on to a little stuffed doll, the last gift her father had gotten for her before the invasion, before the bad times. Before the American, before the deaths, before the war, when everything was right when she was still a child.
"This is Superman; we have successfully cleared the target house of insurgents over."
"Copy that, Jim. Can you confirm the number of insurgents neutralized? Over."
"Affirmative, Command. We eliminated three insurgents inside the house, over."
"Good job, Superman. Any casualties on our side? Over."
"Negative, Command. One almost got the jump on us, I guess this guy's mom was armed with a pistol, but we took her down. All team members are accounted for and unharmed, over."
"Understood, Jim,"
"Copy that, Command. Superman out."
She remembered the street, the hate, the anger; she remembered her friends, the man who gave her her first gun; she remembered the first American invasion she killed and how good it felt to stop the bad guys; she remembered the nights of crafting IED's and reading books at the safe house. She remembered the black bag and the room; she remembered abu ghraib. The torture, the men, the women, the things they did to her. She remembered their accents; she remembered their faces; she remembered the doctor's words.
"We mapped her genes; it's a match for the project Gehenna; take her with us,"
She remembered the radiation, the feeling of her inside cooking from within her own body. She remembered the men behind the glasses and the smile on their faces. She remembered destroying the machines, the sounds of gunshots, and the blinding lights as the scientist closed the blast door in front of her. In that moment, that blinding moment of strange particles and blistering radiation, unseen by the world, Schrödinger's question was answered even if it was for an unimaginably quick moment below that of even a plank second before nothing… for years nothing. She wasn't alive nor needed, her very soul torn apart from this realm by extra natural cosmic radiation but unable to ascend to the next one, her consciousness scattered like thrown about puzzle pieces.
But her mother was a clockmaker; something about stayed the memory of a mother's voice, the last bit that reminded her of her consciousness. From that, she was brought back, if only an apparition at first, a ghastly monster seen in flashes of greenish-blue lighting. She never stopped; it didn't take long for her to start using the separate storms between worlds to aid her; as they grew, she fed off of them, unknown to what were the origins just as she was ignorant to her own survival. Yet as the placement took hold over the Earth, she took her chance, and with a single flash of lightning, as the hour hand struck midnight on the final day of the Placement, she was reborn into their world again, forever changed forever scared made into an eternal ghoul never completely living nor never dead, walking blight.
The woman watched her right hand as the American soldiers approached the DMZ near the Congo River; it had been a DMZ-only name. As the US Air Force had begun to bomb it since they entered the war. She closed her eyes and held out her hand as the soldiers and helicopters approached. In a short second, it would all be over soon. Suddenly as the soldier crossed the DMZ lines, they were met with a giant silhouette of a woman holding out their hands at them. The men and choppers opened fire, but to nothing; they didn't even dent her, not even with their missiles.
Zahra died in 2008, and what was left was only a ghastly mirror of what was, a ghost on the wind, an atomic ghoul, a living nuclear shadow.
"Alan sirt mwtan , mudamir aleawalim," she said, releasing an ectoplasmic wave of radiation vaporizing all living souls in her sight.
Was this a real thing? It sounds so strange and bizarre that it almost feels like something that would have really existed in some weird corner of the United States in the 1930s and 1940s. What I'm saying is that it feels too bizarre to be something made up on the fly.
Was this a real thing? It sounds so strange and bizarre that it almost feels like something that would have really existed in some weird corner of the United States in the 1930s and 1940s. What I'm saying is that it feels too bizarre to be something made up on the fly.
Straight up eating slaves did happen but it wasn't common, parts of Nat Turner for example was ground up and eaten or had their flesh was turned into "medicinal" grease. The depth of some slaver depravity knew no bound, you must remember slave weren't considered humans but something more similar to a mule.
The name the "Delectable Negro" is a reference to a real book on the subject that share the same name.
AJ made his way through the bustling streets of the market, the warm breath of late May in West Africa caressing his dark skin, his keen purple eyes scanning the vibrant scene before him. The air was thick with humidity, carrying the scents of heavy spices and vibrant blooms that filled the stalls. Above, the sun blazed in the cloudless sky, casting its intense rays upon the bustling city of Vena.
Prince AJ meandered through the maze of bustling stalls. The market stalls of Vena unfolded like a vibrant tapestry of colors, shapes, and textures. At the textile stall, bolts of fabric in every hue imaginable cascaded from hooks and spindles. Silky materials adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant prints caught the eye, begging to be transformed into garments that would tell their own stories.
Further along, the market took a gastronomic turn, with food stalls offering a feast for the senses. Sizzling pans emitted mouthwatering aromas as chefs deftly flipped skewers of marinated meats over open flames. Grains, vegetables, and tropical fruits overflowed in baskets, their vibrant colors inviting exploration. The air was thick with the sizzle of frying dough, the savory scent of spicy stews, and the delicate sweetness of freshly baked pastries.
As the prince wandered through the food section dodging old women and bakers trying to give away food to the "God" Prince as an offering, he found himself in an arms bazaar. Large tents and stands, their walls adorned with racks and displays showcasing an impressive assortment of swords, each one gleaming under the sun's warm embrace. From elegant, slender blades to robust, broadswords with intricate engravings, the selection catered to warriors of all styles and preferences. The craftsmanship was impeccable, reflecting the skill and dedication of the master swordsmiths who had fired them. Besides the swords, a collection of firearms caught Prince AJ's eye. Polished barrels and sleek designs hinted at the power they held within. From handguns to high-powered semi-auto, fully automatic rifles, and even RPGs, each firearm was displayed within arm's reach of the shoppers so they could have a better view of the weapons. Among that shopping at the shall was a group of schoolgirls gawking at an STG -44.
"Excuse me," said one of the school girls turning around. "Can I take your picture?" she'd asked.
"Sure, but can you do me a favor after?"
"Sure, my prince," said the school girl; by now, the other girls had turned around to get a sight of the king; some of them whispered to each, gossiping about something as their friend K'ara Kriega took a picture.
"So did you need your grace?" asked K'ara
"I have you seen Night Witch?" AJ asked, which made all the girls giggle at the name.
"Oh yes, we have seen her! She mostly stays in the caves by the sea, where the waves crash against the rugged cliffs; sometimes at night, we can hear her singing."
"I think it's the one near the Honeypot, the bar."
K'ara's friends giggled more as her smile grew larger before someone whispered something into her ear to ask the prince, "Are you too dating? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?"
AJ smiled as he turned away towards the sands of the nearby beach, answering the question
"I don't know yet,"
It took age a while of walking from the more visited area of the beach, past the Honeypot towards the rocky and cliff-lined crop of sands where the ocean met land to find the cave, though as he grew closer to the rocks, he could hear singing coming from a seaside cave stands carved into the cliff side.
Its weathered facade is only enterable by a low water passage that comes up to one ankle but would be near impossible to enter during hide tied.
Stepping inside through the watery trial, AJ placed his hand along the smooth wall craved from untold eons of erosion. Light dripping in from cracks above him or the reflection of the water behind him. Though AJ could hear the hum of machines, he could not see them under the covering of moss and sea shells that lined the walls. As he went deeper, he found a small room filled with a bedroom, strange work benches, and alchemical stations alongside rows of small bookshelves and a small bed nestled between two of their shelves.
"I was going to chastise you for not knocking, but then it occurred to me I didn't have a door to knock on," said Night Witch from behind him.
AJ jumped back. "How did you-"
"Mistress of shadows, remember? I was here the whole time; I just didn't let you see me,"
"That explains it, then," said AJ.
"Only partly; why are you? Here is there something wrong with the medicine I gave to the king,"
"No, my father is alright, in fact, I haven't seen him with as much energy as he has had in the last few days since my mother… never mind, I came to ask you a question, why didn't you go with the speech with me?"
"I didn't want to be that much of a burden," said Night Witch.
"Mina, you are never a burden; I asked you to go with me because I wanted to be with you; after that kiss -"
Night Witch looked at him, puzzled. "Why me?"
"Because I like Mina, I don't understand why that is hard to understand. I want to be with you."
"Some dirty commoner, some gyp-"
"I told you it's not like that here; we don't care about those things. To be Venan isn't about your race, or what you look like, or who you're born to"
"Growing up where I did, I find that hard to believe,"
"But it's true; look at my sister,"
"That's different; she is a Nobel, a Royal for God shakes, that even mentioning my faith. You know, back home, I knew where I belonged even if I was the bottom, but here it feels like I am waiting for the hammer to drop on me, for the rug to be pulled from under me so that I fall,"
The prince took her hand and looked deep into her eye. "Mina, I will never let you fall, I promise you that, and if anyone dared to try to make you, I would burn the earth and havens down to stop them,"
"Powerful words," said Mina.
AJ kissed her. "It's a promise; no one will hurt you here,"
Mina smiled at the kiss before asking sarcastically, "Those this mean I will have abandoned my craving and wear a pretty dress in a tower?"
"Funny, but I would abandon all luxuries and treasures of that to live here with you." He quipped back.
"Speaking of treasures," she said, handing over a statue of a head to him.
"I was sculpting this for you; I read that it was a tradition to do that kind of thing for people you cared about," said Mina.
"It was," said AJ looking at the bronze statue. It is craving so detailed it captures every part of his face.
"Was?" asked Mina.
"Until 700 hundred years ago when…they showed up, we didn't have time to focus on that craft anymore; it took years for most people to master things like this, years that could be spent improving the state, making Vena strong enough to defend themselves and one day save all of Africa…we gave up a lot during the great trial, we may not have been fully conquered, but the Maafa took it toll on us, we had to abandon many things in order to prepare for future,"
"Vena wasn't always so militarized, was it?" asked Mina seeing a bit of sorrow flash in AJ's eyes.
"We have always been warriors, yes, but after the colonizers came to Africa, they showed us a threat that had not shown its head since the days of the chaos during the first days of the empire when our people pushed back the dark gods into the warp of the void. The threat that Vena could be destroyed and that Vena, all ten thousand years of history, could be whipped out, that we could be conquered. We couldn't let that happen, so 700 years ago, we began planning to make sure it never would; the only way we knew how, through generational sacrifice, we created a nation that will soon never have to fear the colonizers ever again. Even if it means we have to put away many aspects of culture that couldn't be turned towards that single goal, I believe one day soon, we can turn back to the old ways. And I want you to be by my side when we do because Mina, I love-" AJ stopped as the two of them got alerts on their communicators…something big had just crashed at the edge of the city.
Obadiah, the owner of the Honeypot, poked his head out the door, then he slowly went back in, calmly changing the sign on the door from open to closed...
Onlookers gawked and awed around the building site at what had just happened.
From a clear summer sky, like a falling star, an asteroid the size of a large house slammed into the ground, destroying what was a half-completed food center.
Quickly the police began to usher everyone back as the rock began to glow bright green as the flames around it started to die down, the civilian was told to flee the area.
"Awright, you 'umans! GET YOURSELVES READY FOR THE KORKS!" shouted a large monster with dark skin that seemed to be a walking ball of muscle and cybernetic flesh.
More of them, around 25, begin to pile out of the still burning rock, as what appeared to be their leader, the largest among them, raised their right arm had been replaced with some type of plasma blaster!
"Yippee-ki-yay, you bleedin' mug!" said the head Kork, misquoting the Rambo line and firing a blast at the cops; before the round could reach them, a shadow shield blocked it castes by none other than Night Witch from both of their sides Splinter and 12 other version of himself begin to flank the Korks slowly encircling them in a half moon formation.
"OI, SAY' ELLO TO ME, LITTLE FRIEND!" shouted the head Kork blindly firing at Night Witch, who didn't even need to dodge bullets that all missed her; Mina conjured a large circular saw disc blade throwing it at the neck of the Kork cutting its head and clean off right as the Splinter was finishing off the last of the green skin.
"Who the hell was these guys?" asked AJ as Mina landed next to him.
"Don't know, but they didn't seem to have any training or much of anything in the way of anything outside of their weapons," said AJ pointing towards their ship. "Those things are just astroids with rocket engines strapped to them; I don't even think they could take off; they legitimately just used their ship as missiles,"
"Ships," corrected Night Witch, pointing up to the sky as ten more meteors fell from the sky, half of which crashed harmlessly into the oceans drowning all inside, while two others were shot down by Vena air defenses.
Those who somehow survived crashing into the ocean and attempted to messily crawl out of the surf would find themselves taken down, almost singlehandedly, by Obadiah and members of the Honeypots staff, really just him, his daughter, his husband, and about two other people.
Those that did crash didn't make it far after they came out, bearly to getting in a single war cry from a shitty 80's action movie before they were taken down, not by Splinter, Night, Other Legion Members, The Military, or the police, but by armed and now very annoyed Venan civilians.
One rock that crashed by an elementary school had its man's cut down by a group of 5th graders who had been out target practicing for school.
Others were taken off by civilians who owned heavy weapons like RPGs firing them from their apartment buildings, while some bolder citizens grabbed suicide vests, swords, and spears and ran out to fight the brutes in a hand-to-hand battle that ended badly for both sides as while Korks killed those sets of humans with ease the Venans detonated their builts taking out the Korks they were fighting. The fighting lasted only 5 minutes the killing lasted a half hour.
Outside of some mid-range property damage and some small self-chosen casualties, the Venan civilians had won overwhelmingly, killing every single one of the Korks before the heroes and police could even take prisoners.
"Well, that was interesting," said Night Witch.
"Aliens? Orks? Space Orks?" asked Splinter, trying to make sense of what had just happened when he heard someone taking pictures of him.
"Hey, turn around, please! This is totally going to make the front page of my paper!" said K'ara Kriega taking pictures of them not recognizing AJ under the mask.
The two of them turned and waved to the camera before flying away. Yet as they did that and unbeknownst to K'ara, a small bug that looked to be a cross between a scorpion and a spider from the space rock was making its way up her body, crawling down her arm until it got to her hand and sinking its fangs into her flesh.
"Ouch!" said K'ara Kriega squashing the bug, not thinking much of the bite, but little did she know that a single bug bite would change her life forever.
…
Vontavious smiled like a shark as he set across Uncle Sam, Liberty, and another few newer PAF leaders and commanders. He was unnerving when he did that, even Jagger didn't really know what to do when that happened, but he wasn't here now, no him, and that little white boy of his was gone off killing more Klansman or something. No, today was something personal, and he was going to enjoy this.
Uncle Sam tried to put on a smile and maybe reach common ground with this man "Vontavious, I know we have had our differences between our organization,"
"Mmh…" said Vontavious, still smiling.
"But we have worked together before, during the attempted coups in Texas and in DC."
"Mmh…" said Vontavious
"And what is happening now in Florida, what they are getting ready to do in parts of the sun belt is a danger to everyone, it's like they are trying to roll back time to maintain power…I know some really bad things have happened between our organizations recently but…" Uncle Sam was cut off by the brash Liberty.
"Let's not beat around the bush here. The bottom line is that they will come from you next, so it's in your best interest to help us whether you like it or not,"
Vontavious laughed. "Next?" Vontavious got up and laughed again. "Next?" He walked over behind Liberty " Let me let you on a little secret they came for us first, well after they got done with slaughtering all the natives," he said going on "And you all sat back and watched," now walking over to one of the PAF West commanders a woman in her mid 20's "In fact, some of our so-called fellow people of color helped them, isn't that right, Ms. Park, didn't one of your "uncles" help sue to stop the bail out of Black farmers? Countless Black people lost their lands to the banks because of your ilk,"
"Y-"she started before she was cut off as Vontavious moved on to a Cuban PAF leader from Miami. "What about you worm, or do you prefer guanos, Mr. Raul? They both mean the same thing after all, and weren't you part of the Miami proud boys and supported Ronnie for Governor campaign back in 2022? You know when half the Hispanic population voted for an openly anti-Black proto-fascist? I remember, and I remember, the story I heard from Afro-Latinos from the state about how they were being treated by people who were supposed to be their brothers and sisters. I heard stories about how you betrayed them in the riots of 2023, how you abandoned them to mobs, and how you turned a blind eye to them because it got you ever closer to whiteness. In my mothers land we say Dolchstoßlegende, but in America, I can simply say from what I have observed in my father's country that POC Untiy was always a myth and always will be, a game of, in crude terms, let's work together before I screw you over. An idea that was lost on Black America due to their forgiving nature, as they took your false grasp at friendship at face value, they were in short far too kind to your races, in my opinion, though it may be only half Soulann and removed from the culture proper, they should have never fought for your rights, in fact, I believe if Black America had remained quiet and allowed the whites to bully you people into leaving like rats from a ship, Soulaans would be in a far better off position." The NSS commander's smile grew wider.
"Nazi-"started Liberty.
Vontavious rolled his eyes. "I have been called worse, but I do take offense to the idea that I am a national socialist, don't link me to that dead ideology, I am firmly anti-fascist, though not in the sense that Imani or any other member of the party is, I don't object to fascism on the ground of morality, but only on the grounds of efficiency and long term survivability , Fascism will always turn on itself, a dog eating its own tail after it caught it and now that Soulanns are powerful enough to no longer to be their footstool, the fascists have turned on people like you two. Because children, fascism is a beast that eats itself, it is always hungry for its next victim, which I should know very well of, but do you two want to know a little secret," Vontavious's smile grew into a little smirk as he felt Liberty glaring at him. "No one is coming to save you,"
"We can, with or without your help," said Uncle Sam.
"Oh please, Herr. Sam, if you could do that, let's be honest here, you wouldn't be asking me for help, that one…" Vontavious pointed over to Liberty, "Is far too prideful and drunk off of American exceptionalism to ever willingly ask for my help. The PAF power base is in the North East too far away to actually help cover them, outside of there, you guys are second or even their rate paramilitary. You can't protect these people; they are going to die or face a new era of Jim Crow and the reign of a rejuvenated Klan," said Vontavious turning back over to Park. "Ms.Park, you have a son; his name is Timothy, right?"
"How did you-"started the woman before the man went on talking over her
"He's 14 and likes to play hockey. Do you know how old Emmett Till was? The same age as your son. So you better be careful because someone can grab him out of your house at 3 am in the morning, take him to the woods, beat him until his unrecognizable, assault him, tie him to a cotton gin with razor wire, and then shoot him, without justice or trial." Vontavious slid pictures of dozens of lynching, some men burned alive, some women who were pregnant, boys and girls no older than 12, some younger than 10, priests, teachers, tradesmen, doctors, elders, all strange fruit with blood upon the leaves of the trees they hung from, below them a gathering of white people smiling from the oldest grandma to the youngest tot in their Sunday school dress having a picnic around the body, postcards signed in blood, bookcases made of skin, and a photo of a cookbook for the delectable Negro. Vontavious stabbed the seat beside Uncle Sam, pulling out 4c human hair,
"You will be their playthings, and so shall your children and their children shall be, waiting victims hanging noose, and the burning cross it will never end, and if you try to protest and raise your voice and demand civil rights, they will bomb your houses, your schools, your houses, kill your leaders, and flood your community with drugs. And there is nothing you can do about it," said Vontavious turning one projector showcasing hundreds of years of violence at the hands of the Americans. Liberty and Sam tried to turn their head so Vontavious turned on other projectors covering the walls in the insanity of over a century of American anti-Black violence caught on film, "Don't look away, what's the matter? It's your history," teased Vontavious as the national anthem began to play "What's wrong can't face what America really is? The great satan," the video changed to video of American war crimes done in Africa something gifted to Vontavious by some of his friends in the agency, "Behold, witnesses all, see the blood they have taken from us and know that it is coming for you next, you were silent when they came for us, who will be left to speak for you?" the films dated back from the 1950s to the video of US troops burning down African villages in 2025, "The Beast that eats have become hungry once again," said Vontavious as Park begins to cry.
"Enough," said Uncle Sam
"What do you want from us, just to gloat?" asked Liberty. "Some type of morbid sense of self-righteousness, to aid your people's eternal victim complex over something that happened 400 years ago,"
Sam glared at Liberty for saying that last, something about those words, didn't sit right with him…
"Dry your eyes, little one. It's going to be ok; you're the model minority. You people can pull your get yourself through it. All you have to do is pull yourself up by your bootstraps., " teased Vontavious handing a tissue to those sharp teeth still showing as he answered Uncle Sam "I want nothing from you two," Vontavious turned back to the other two PAF leaders "But Imani V Clair wants to offer the two of you some respite help, despite my suggest to let you lay down and die in the grave you dug for yourself, my personal wishes were dismissed, by Imani's and the party's for the asinine aspiration of actually building unity between our communities, which I personally find repugnant even if most of the inner party supports it morally and ideologically, but nevertheless I am here in the name of the party to provide you a with blank slate, absolution for your people's sins if you will.
The party is standing ready to teach you how to organize yourselves, give you training on how to set up self-defense units, arm you with better weapons, and politically advocate for your issues in the government, and when the party takes power and the party will make sure nothing like I just talked about will ever happen to your peoples again, you have Iamni's word, and pride she prides herself on not being a lier, even when it would be politically advantageous to do so, but there is one thing you need to do?"
"Anything," asked the two PAF leaders, some of the only people of color in the PAF Leadership, as Uncle Sam and Liberty realized what Vontavious was about to ask.
"Get rid of those silly little PAF patches of yours," he said, handing them out party membership cards. "It's your choice at the end of the day," he said as the two left, leaving him Uncle Sam and Liberty.
"That worked out well, didn't it," said Vontavious.
Liberty rose up to yell at him, but Vontavious pushed her back into her chair. "Fräulein, you seem upset,"
"You're a monster," said Uncle Sam.
"I helped these people. How am I a monster, even if I was forced to do so? What is so monstrous about helping people that are out of reach of your little organization,"
"You threatened them," said Liberty.
Vontavious smiled. "I did no such thing; I simply presented facts about their current situation in the PAF. Your organizations are overstretched and undermanned in most places outside of lower New England, the major upper east coast cities, and pockets in the PNW and the upper south. I never said nor would I ever make a move to threaten possible allies. "
"Is that all? Are we done here?" asked Sam.
"No, actually, there is one more thing I need to talk about the attack on Jim Reeves a few days ago,"
"You can't possibly think we are behind that," said Liberty.
"Of course not, it's way too sophisticated for the PAF, but unfortunately, that doesn't explain why when we ran the attacker's faces threw drone video filters, we have a match for serval long-term PAF members in there,"
"So what, you believe there is some type of conspiracy-"Liberty stopped as she got an alert on
"You two are dismissed, but I would like to say one thing for Imani," said Vontavious. "It is not enough for Imani to destroy her enemies, unlike me, who prefers to break my enemy before I destroy; Imani doesn't truly believe in destroying her greatest of foes, she ultimately views the greatest victory as to make your enemy see they were wrong ever to oppose her, to begin with, to that end the party is not going to destroy the United States with bullets or bombs or bloodshed, no the party is going to use the very tools and mechanisms of the United States Government to remake it in its image, and America will not fall with the sounds of bullets or gears of tanks, nor whimper and cries, no this Republic will die with thunderous applause and cheers, as something better rise from the ashes, and in the end, you realize the party's the truth, the only truth that matters, that we have always been right, "said Vontavious as his smile faded away
Liberty and Uncle Sam are here back at the Syndicate headquarters to see everyone there waiting around the table, their faces like that of stone, some of their eyes a bit reddish.
"We need to talk," said Bishop, "About current events with the PAF,"
"You mean the attack on the party, Listen it's an inside job-"
"I figured as much," said Ace. "Me, Santell, and Sammy Investigated the footage; however, the members there were long-time PAF members, so it leaves open the possibility that you have high-ranking rogue actors, not infiltrators, within your organization."
"So we kick some ass and investigate this some more, then, right,"
"Not we," said Jade Javelin.
Amanda sighed, placing his hands long Liberty's and Uncle Sam's shoulders. "I think you guys might want to sit down for this,"
"What's going on?" asked Sam.
"It's still a matter of the ten years who were murdered by the PAF, and when running in conjunction with what has happened recently, we decided through a vote, too-"started May J.
"Temporarily suspend you two from the team until we can fully investigate what has happened in order to avoid possible biases,"
"What, you guys are benching us?" asked Uncle Sam.
"I can't believe this," Liberty said.
"It was a narrow vote, one that didn't leave us with too many options," said Spader.
"So what, we are grounded until you guys finish looking into things?"
"Not quite, but we do advise you to order a general demobilization of the PAF in all nine critical areas in order to limit any chances of other similar events as well, at least until we can finish our investigation," said Ace.
"This preposterous, you can't-"
"I'm sorry, Liberty, but this is only for a short time," said Skin Walker.
Liberty glared at her. "You little monster, you're probably the one who started this vote, didn't you? You always hated us because you couldn't get over the past, your just mad that you people lost the war, and can't get over it centuries afterward!"
"The vote was anonymous," said Ace. "And very narrow, but this is temporary until we are done looking into and can clear y'all of any charges labeled at you two and your organization," Reaper reached out his hand. "However, we will still need your badges and communicators. You will be allowed to gather any important items from your rooms here, but you are not allowed back until we are done looking into things,"
Uncle Sam hung his head as he handed Liberty snatched off her badge and comms. The rest of the heroes quickly filed out, all but Sammy, who looked up at Liberty in between the eyes.
"You know I actually voted not to bench you because I thought for all your faults you still saw people like me as humans and would never do the things you were accused of, but it turns out we are just little monsters," Skin Walker said before leaving.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" demanded Sam as the two exited the building.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with them?"
"So you don't see anything wrong about the hell you said to Sammy," said Sam.
Liberty rolled her eyes. "She is probably lying her ass off, so I guess we can add that to her résumé too, alongside staying in the past."
"See, this is exactly what I mean," said Sam shaking his hand. "You keep saying in the past, but those things Sammy, Imani, and even that son of a bitch Vontavious brought up are still happening now, or their legacy is still felt to this day."
"They still are anti-American-"
"Of fucking course they would be, any sane person would if they or their family had to go through what Black and Native people went through in this country."
"Sense, when do you get off with this, aren't you supposed to love America…Uncle Sam," said Liberty, her voice being more sarcastic nature with the last statement.
"You know, I used to when I opened my eyes, I saw what America said it was; I believed in its dream so much I was blind to the nightmare it created, not just within its borders but all over the world, and if you can't understand then you are just as blind as I use to be," said Sam getting on his motorcycle.
"Where are you going?"
"A road trip,"
"Where?" asked Liberty
Uncle Sam, the prodigal son of America, placed his helmet on his head. "I don't know,".
It took almost a day of near-constant driving to get back to New York for Liberty, but when she did, she noticed the city wasn't the same, even more so with the ISOT, but there was something else, something deeper. Posters of different political groups, large murals, makeshift checkpoints, and blocked-out communities, all of which lawyered over the depressing amount of poverty that filled slums and shanties torn apart and separated by racial, ethnic-religious, and class lines. The police were almost nonexistent, only protecting corporate, private property, and government buildings or having token patrols in cars filled with bullet holes. Order in the places that cameras didn't touch or people who could be afforded to never look towards, let alone visit, were enforced by bickering street organizations, paramilitaries, organized crime, or paid-off private security firms. The big apple had become rotten, maybe along with the rest of the country.
Even among the PAF General Staff members , there was fighting.
"WE NEED TO STRIKE BACK AT THOSE SON OF BITCHES!" shouted one of the southern commanders who held a token force in Louisiana and into parts of Texas. "THEY DROVE OUT OF MISSISSIPPI! DO YOU THINK THEY WON'T DO IT ACROSS THE SOUTH? THEY ALREADY HAVE MUCH OF THE DEEP SOUTH. HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL THEY FINALLY KICK US OUT!" He shouted.
"He's right," said another leader from the Great Lakes region, "and what the hell are we going to do if Imani wins in 2028? It's best we strike now,".
"No," said Liberty walking into the room. "We have no legal pretext for that, and if we fail, it will only serve to make us look worse,"
"Make us look worse? We already look at weak Liberty, costing us manpower and strategic advantage. The NOAAU is cancer that must be cut out less it destroys the rest of the country,"
Liberty shook her head. "No one here is going to disagree with you that they are a threat, but that is starting a war that we can't win, and on top of that, I have another announcement under the advisement of the Syndicate. I am ordering a general shutdown on any offensive operations-"
"Go to hell!" shouted the Southern commander.
"Excuse me?!" Liberty shouted back, "I am the head of this organization and-"
"I am not taking orders from the Syndies, we never agreed to join that team, and I won't have my men threatened by those anti-American Black fascist scum because of wokescolds in masks!"
"Then I accept your resignation, then commander," Liberty said.
"Consider it an article of secession; the Southern PAF will not ever stand down and recognize Black Supremacist rule in the South, and if that means breaking off from the mainline, then so be it!" He said, storming out of the room.
Some more people followed him before Liberty quietly moved to her personal office and placed her head in her hands, and cried, "So now what am I supposed to do?"
Uncle Sam held his down, focused on the road as his motorcycle gilded along it. His mind filled with those images and videos mixing with everything he had seen in the last few weeks and questions about what America really meant, what it truly represented. What was America truly, and what was his place in it, monster or hero?
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" asked Uncle Sam as he turned his bike on the highway heading towards the west coast, his radio singing…
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry. The good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye singin', "This'll be the day that I die."
…
"How much longer do we have on the rig?" asked Lesedi
Daniel frowned. "Not too long, hopefully, but the drills have been running into some major problems as of late-"Suddenly, the hot Southern African desert sand began to shake. As a massive cave system opened itself just feet away from the two people.
"Are you ok?" asked Daniel to Lesedi, who answered with a
"Yeah," before adding, "But it looks like we drilled into some type of cave system," as she slid down the sloping caving walls.
"Lesedi, what are you doing that dangerous? You don't know what can be down there,"
Lesedi smiled, holding up a handful full of diamonds. "Well, I do know we're rich-"she stopped as something monstrous in size and form lunged out with a roaring hiss at the two of them….
Three days later…
"Well, it's good to get out of the A," said Xander as he drove his jeep down a bumpy Namibian desert road. As he fixed his sunglasses and played some music, "I think you are going to like this music festival,"
"Thanks for this, Xander. I felt really bad after what happened with Sam and Liberty,"
"Yeah, I know it, but it had to be done, and it's only until the internal investigation is over, it still sucks." his girlfriend Mia said.
"Well, there is nothing we can about it now; best we enjoy our little vacation," said Xander as they reached the venue.
"Xander?"
"Yeah, Mia?"
"You're not going to ask me to marry you here, right?"
Xander nearly fell out of the car.
"I'm down to be your wife and everything, but like we are 16, I would just rather not get asked or, you know, at a music festival, maybe someone better and preferably when we are both able to drink at our wedding,"
"Oh ok…yeah totally… that would be cray, asking you the marry me at 16 while in Africa, at a music festival," said Xander, quickly throwing the brand new diamond ring under some greens and blue van before joining his girlfriend towards the main part of the festival where the van played on stage.
"HELLO EVERYBODY! WE ARE THE GROOVE! AND IT TIME TO GROOVE!" yelled Francis as Dathleen and Valerie played their guitar while Scrubs laid into the drums.
"In the blistering sun, where the heat's so extreme,
There's a band of misfits; we're the Groove Goons, it seems.
We're henchmen of the desert, living life on the edge,
Serving up trouble with a twist of rage.
We ride through the dunes on our iron steeds,
Fearless and wild, fulfilling all our needs.
From the scorching sands to the devil's den,
We're the Groove Goons, bringing chaos again.
We're the henchmen of the desert, the warriors of fate,
Marching through the wasteland, we're never too late.
With a rebel spirit and hearts made of stone,
The Groove Goons will rise, we won't be overthrown."
"Hey, I heard about this guy. They worked for Sammy," said Xander
"In the shadows, we lurk, under the moonlit night,
With our eyes on the prize, we're ready to ignite.
We're the outlaws of the sand with a mission to fulfill,
Leaving a trail of mayhem no one can distill.
We dance with danger, like a desert storm,
United as one, the Groove Goons perform.
We're bound by loyalty in this treacherous place,
A brotherhood forged, we won't erase.
We're the henchmen of the desert, the warriors of fate,
Marching through the wasteland, we're never too late.
With a rebel spirit and hearts made of stone,
The Groove Goons will rise, we won't be overthrown."
"Wait, Sammy, had henchmen since when?" asked Mia.
"Not really. She just hired them when she was fighting the Boo Hag; I thought she would tell you that you guys are like roommates at the base."
"She's been really quiet after breaking up with Ace, keeping to herself mostly, I actually tried inviting her out with us, but all she could focus on is fighting crime," said Mia.
"Well, he isn't the only one. Ace took the breakup pretty hard too,"
"Yeah, I heard; how is he doing, by the way?"
"Ace? He is doing ok, trying to get over what went down with Maxwell; I'm just glad he is eating and sleeping again, he is getting better, though, and with you around in the city more and Destiny being Shadow more, I think he can get better," he said as the ground began to rumble.
"In this lawless land, where the lawmen dare not tread,
We embrace the chaos like a twisted thread.
With our gritty determination, we'll conquer all fears,
Leaving our mark on this desert frontier.
We ride through the dunes on our iron steeds,
Fearless and wild, fulfilling all our needs.
From the scorching sands to the devil's den,
We're the Groove Goons, bringing chaos again.
We're the henchmen of the desert, the warriors of fate,
Marching through the wasteland, we're never too late." song the band as the ground began to shake even more.
"Hey are you doing that?" asked Xander to Mia
"No, but I feel something…something strange….and big under us, almost like…"
"With a rebel spirit and hearts made of stone,
The Groove Goons will rise, we won't be overthrown.
So if you seek adventure in this desert domain,
Join the Groove Goons, feel the rush in your veins.
Henchmen of the desert, we'll rock you to the core; in this wild frontier, forever we'll explore!" Suddenly, emerging from the shifting grains with the force of an earthquake, a creature whose lower body was 100 feet long and serpentine but its head was that of a giant elephant, but fire came from its trunk as acid shot from its mouth.
"Run!" said Mia pushing Xander away as she ran toward the monster; her face shifted and disappeared as sand wrapped around her, allowing her to change into her costume. The first thing she did was shifted a massive wall of sand toward the monster that was heading toward a group of people, slamming it on top of the blue and green van and not only a few feet away from Xander.
"LIKE VAN!" shouted Scrubbs. "WE HAD OUR SNACKS IN THEIR!"
"Yeah, snacks!" said Goonie as he just managed to jump out of the way of the creature…well, he jumped on top of his head before running down its thrashing body and jumping off it and landing in rh arms of Scrubbs. Not a second later did the spray of anti-armor and missile rounds impact the beats from above, fired by OGUN!
The beast hissed at the flying mechanical marvel before leaping up toward him, only to be smacked down by a giant fist construct that Mia had crafted. The thing whipped its tail at Desert, hitting her and sending her flying into Ogun, knocking them both onto the ground before it dove under the sand.
"What the hell was that?" asked Ogun.
"You tell me," said Dester picking herself up as the groove goon walked over to them.
"I don't know, but it's like a gang!" said Francis.
"Oh no…" said Dathleen.
Sighed Valerie. "Do we have to?"
"I don't like where this is going," said Stubbs
"Wro wo," said Goonie
"A MYSTERY ON OUR HAND!" shouted Francis
"Indeed, we do," said Xander dressed in a suit and tie and emergency use mask.
"And who are you supposed to be," Mia said. If she had eyes to roll at the moment, she would be rolling them. Xander Ridiculous get up, Z
"Me…" said Xander switching to a British accent. "I'm the blood, Bulter! Your crime-fighting sidekick!"
"No….no….no," said Mia.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Xander joked.
"It isn't no mystery of what attacked us!" said a man in a hard hat walking over to them. "It was a grootslang!" He said in a South African accent that was strangely out of place for the region as a Range Rover sped over towards them, "It's here for that damned stash those apartheid devils left behind when they pulled out of here all these years ago! I should know it took my son!"
"Oh, quiet yourself, you fool," said another man in a white suit with blonde hair, brown eyes, and shiny white teeth as he got out of the SUV. "There are no such things as some giant snake monster here, you are just using you're silly juju to scare off the competition for the land, so you can start strip mining it."
"Ok…um, like, who are you people?" asked Ogun.
The man in a suit puffed out his chest with pride. "I am Montgomery Scott, but you can call me Montgomery Scott; this was all the land that I bought out for the music festival until this crackpot scared all you kids away with his nonsense about a grootslang,"
"Am I afraid that he wasn't completely lying? A monster did attack the festival," said Mia.
Xander turned to the old man in the hard hat. "Speaking of which, who are you again, and what the hell is a grootslang?"
"I am Thabo Ngubane of the Mkulu Mining company," said the man before waving his walking stick toward the trash pile that was the festival or what remained in it. "And that was the work of a Grootslang,"
"You mean that animal that attacked us?" asked Francis.
"That wasn't no animal, son. It was a spirit! So wild and untamable that it had to be broken in half to form two different animals, a snake and an elephant, but one survived-"the man was off by Montgomery Scott.
"Enough with the wise tell, old man; whatever happened here has a logical explanation behind it; there is no such thing as myths or legends."
Valerie nodded her head in agreement "It is much more likely we are dealing with a species of unknown cryptid hiding out in the nearby mines and caves than an evil spirit,"
"Like whatever it, it was pretty damn angry. Maybe we should like not to go looking for it," said Srubb, with Goonie agreeing, " Yeah,"
"Oh, come on, Scrubbs, where is your sense of adventure," asked Dapthlein before Montgomery and Thabo both asked, "Did that dog just talk?"
Everyone else said at the same time, "Yeah, he does that sometimes,"
"So how what now, gang?" asked Dathleen.
"I say we split up and look for clues!" said Francis
"Did he really just say that?" asked Ogun.
"I feel like we are going to be sued by Warner Brothers for this," added Mia.
The Bulter shook his head. "Actually, the Scooby Doo IP was bought by Ward+ a few months back,"
"That's fine with me," said Ogun, "Since the Dunken'Korps are still busy in Dominion cleaning up after the attack by the Korks. Desert, you are with me; we will take the mines, and you guys can cover the caves,"
"You going to be ok with that?" asked Mia to Xander.
"Yes, ma'am, I trust you will be in good hands with Mr.Ogun,"
"I meant you," said Mia forming eyes just to roll.
"I can more than handle myself," said Xander before he turned around and fell into a sinkhole that led to a cave. "I'm ok! And I found a cave entrance, don't worry, the gravel will break your fall-"started Xander before Goonie jumped down on his back. "I'm slightly less ok now," he called from the bottom.
A half-hour later, Mia and Ogun were heading toward the mines after making sure everyone else got into the hole safely and making a makeshift latter down to the cave when Mia noticed in the sand some type of stone that definitely didn't belong where the festival was being held at.
"Hey, Ogun, look at this," she said, handing it over to him.
"Looks like the same type of focusing crystal used in some DEW," said Ogun scanning the item.
"DEW's?" asked Mia.
"Directed energy weapons, basically electromagnetic systems capable of converting electrical energy to radiated energy and focusing it on a target destroying them,"
"So, lasers guns?"
"Guna give them a better connotation; a DEW has to be focused on a target for a while for a few seconds; think of it like shooting a bug with a pellet vs. using a magnifying glass to kill it; the magnifying glass will completely incinerate the bug, but it will take longer than the pellet which will only partially destroy the bug, but this is a pretty powerful focusing crystal, reminds me on some tech I been working on, I wonder why someone bring that kind of tech out here, maybe a weapons test."
"Or it could be linked to this Grootslang,"
"Could be, but how?" asked Hoodad.
Meanwhile, underground the Groove Goons and The Butler walked through the caves.
"Have you guys noticed something different about these caves," said Valerie brushing against the wall.
"Waves and waves," said Goonie.
"No, she is right," said Xander looking at the wall and the cave itself. "The walls are smooth like it was cut out not by nature but by something," it was at that moment that Valerie tripped over some loose gravel and fell in front of the group at the edge of a massive cliff, her glasses almost falling into the pit, "My glasses, my glasses I can't see without my glasses." Suddenly a long slender trunk handed her back her glasses, and as she put them on, Valire joined her friends in a look of pure fear and shock as they all came face to face with the Grootslang.
"Guys, don't move," said Francis, with Dathleen adding
"If we don't move, he can't see us-"but as she did, she heard the loud sound of Scrubbs and Goonie booking it down the cave back towards the entrance.
"LIKE RUN FOR YOUR LIVES MAN!" the tall boy yelled as the rest of the group all took off after him and his dog.
[Insert chase music here]
The gang sprinted back through the caves, the massive beast right behind them, shooting fire from its tusks. As the group got close to the latter, Xander reached into his pocket. A mask wasn't the only thing he had grabbed earlier; pulling out mini exploding throwing scythes, he chucked them at the beast, stunning the monster as one took out its eye, sending out no blood but smoke but slowing the Grootslang down long enough for them to get to the surface and catch the attention of Mia andHoodad as Xander threw more bombs down the cave hole collapsing it.
"Jeez, guys, what the matter?"
"LIKE G-G-G-GROOTSLANG!" said Scrubbs.
"Oh, it must have seemed that way," said Ogun with a smirk under his armored mask
"If that wasn't a bloody Grootslang, is there another massive snake-elephant hybrid we need to worry about?" asked Xander.
"Double trouble?" asked Goonie
Mia patted the dog on the head. "Oh no, Ogun was just saying we may have cracked this case right out of the water; I think it's time we pay another visit to Ngubane's mining sight to ask him a few questions,"
Later on that evening, the makeshift team made their way to the mining sight looking for Mr.Ngubane. They found him locking up the site for good.
"You closing her down?" asked Ogun to him.
"Can't and won't do much mining anymore; the spirits are upset; they have cursed this land with that beast-"started the old man before Francis interrupted him. "Cut the act. We know you are behind this,"
"Huh?" asked the old man.
"Does this look familiar?" asked Mia handing over the focusing crystal.
"Yes, that is mine, but where did you find this?"
"So you admit to it!" shouted the Bulter.
The man shook his head. "No, it's been missing for over a year since the beast took my son from me."
"Exactly when did your son go messing?" asked Valerie as Hoodad pulled up information on his HUD.
"Last April, the beast destroyed most of the old equipment that I built myself and killed my son."
"That's interesting," said The Butler, with Francis adding, "Can you tell us more about the equipment you lost,"
"While it was my laser mining equipment and sensor that was designed to sniff the chemical make up of diamonds and other rare earth metals, along with my mine train mobile drill and mineral collector,"
"Now that really is interesting," said Hoodad as he called up the Korps to see if they finished in Vena. "I am going with all of your help; I got a trap to set for the Grootslang or, more accurately, the man behind it."
The next morning members of the Dunken'Korps units Sandwinder and Geotrooper were setting up and digging in a net of electrified towers meant to emit EMP pluses underground when sensing large seismic activity near them.
"So, like, what's the plan again?" asked Scrubbs.
"Simple, the Grootslang is going to get caught in the EMP net, and then Ogun and Desert are going hit with everything they have," said Dathleen.
"So how are we going to do that? Wait….you guys aren't actually thinking,"
"Yelp, we are going to be live bait," said Xander handing out a bunch of diamonds and jewelry to the Groove Goon and himself."
"Like no way, crazy butler man, no way at all!" shouted Scrubbs, with Goonie adding, "Yeah, no way!"
"Wait, did that dog just talk?" asked one of the Korpsmen
"Yeah, he does that sometimes," said everyone else as the ground started to rumble.
"Here we go!" yelled the Butler as he and the other bait all started to run for their lives toward the posts. Massive waves of sand track up behind them as the humongous form and the beast began to show reveal themselves from the desert soil, shooting fire and light from its tusks and roaring loudly until it chased the gang across the pole with a loud buzz stopped the beast it's tracking. That was when a massive sand chain enveloped its legs and tail locking the monstrosity into place as Ogun hit the beast's head with round after round armor-piercing anti-tank javelin missiles tearing a hole into his head showcases a metal cabin inside where there should have been blood and brain matter. Hoodad and Mia landed on the metal skull of the best, stabbing his sword into it before Mia ripped open the hole he had made to reveal…
"Mirza Davud Baghir oghlu Huseynov?" said everyone, but Mia and Hoodad were shocked.
"Like how?" asked Scurbbs
"Nooo, it's not him," said Mia pulling off the mask of the former first secretary of Soviet Azerbaijan to reveal….
"So?" asked Ngubane. "How? WHY?"
"Money," said his "I faked my death for money, so I keep all the jewels to myself!" yelled his son
"How could you?" asked Ngubane.
"Didn't you hear the old man I wanted the money, and you didn't want to do what it would take, always waiting, caring about the environment, proper wages for your workers, having the soil blessed! All of that bullshit; the goal is to make money! AND WAS GOING TO CASH OUT WITH IT ALL! ALL I HAD TO WAS SCARE EVERYONE OFF SO I COULD MINE, AND I WOULD BE LIVING THE SWEET LIFE! AND I WOULD HAVE DONE IT ALL IF WAS FOR YOU DAMN GROOVE GOONS, MEDDLING HEROES, AND YOUR DAMN DOG TOO!" He yelled as the Krops cuffed him and took him away right as Montgomery Scott pulled up.
"Well, I guess that settles everything," said Montgomery.
"Not fully," said Valerie. "We see we did some digging. It turns out you didn't acquire this land legitimately,"
"You wanted me to pay taxes! How dare you!" shouted the man as he was slapped with handcuffs. "You haven't they heard the last of me! I am going to get you all! You hear me! I'm gonna get ya-"he was thrown into the same armored car as Ngubane's son.
"Well, I guess that one last mystery closed," said Dathleen.
"Yeah, like, too bad we do not have a van anymore," said Scrubbs.
"Yeah, I am going miss that old ride," added Francis.
"Well…" started Hoodad as suddenly some members of the Korps parked a restored and fully upgraded version of the Groove Van handing Francis the key.
"Far out!" shouted the Groove Goons, all high-fiving other.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye for now," said Ogun flying up and away.
"It's been an honor working with you blokes," added Xander.
"We might just have to do it again sometime," said Mia as she and Xander got back into their jeep driving off.
"We'll gang. I guess it's time for us to Groove on out of here," said Francis as they all got into the van, but as they drove off into the sunset Goonie noticed something in the distance, diving between the sand dunes…. a long slender serpent body, but with the head of a large elephant, Goonie shrugged as they drove away before howling out "GOONIE GROOVIE GOON!"…
…..
Her mother was a clockmaker before the war. Her father is a mechanic. It was odd for women to have such jobs, even though on paper they were equal, but her grandfather was a party member, one that took part in the coup that brought the president to power, so many people looked the other way, no matter how much their conservative views may be against the idea of a woman being anything but a homemaker. She remembers hearing a phrase from a very conservative Chaldean neighbor of hers once growing up: it was better to be a good Baathist in Iraq than a great Christian.
In many ways, that was true. While they may have been good people in the party, the top, especially Saddam and his sons, were bastards. Yet they were their bastards. They kept the lights on, so to speak. Crooked and corrupt as they were, they managed to keep a decent lid on things. At least, that is what she can remember. She was only 10 when things began to change for the worse when the Americans invaded. She remembers at first being excited to look at the soldiers but then seeing the fear in her parents' eyes as the power failed and looting began, followed by the shooting. She remembers hiding in the basement as the gunfire raged between different sects, brothers killing each other. She remembers her father losing his job with the government. He was a party member, and the Americans destroyed the party, kicking down the only thing that let the state function. She remembers the lack of food, feeling truly hungry for the first time. She remembers the checkpoints. Her father disrespected him by trying to resist, and the bullets that killed him, her mother's whaling, and the American soldier's radios. She remembered her brothers disappearing into the night, with a mask and an old ak, to drive out the invaders. She remembered the doors being kicked in by the Americans; she remembered the three bullets; she remembered the feeling of the warm blood and the American soldier speaking over a radio as she hid under her bed holding on to a little stuffed doll, the last gift her father had gotten for her before the invasion, before the bad times. Before the American, before the deaths, before the war, when everything was right when she was still a child.
"This is Superman; we have successfully cleared the target house of insurgents over."
"Copy that, Jim. Can you confirm the number of insurgents neutralized? Over."
"Affirmative, Command. We eliminated three insurgents inside the house, over."
"Good job, Superman. Any casualties on our side? Over."
"Negative, Command. One almost got the jump on us, I guess this guy's mom was armed with a pistol, but we took her down. All team members are accounted for and unharmed, over."
"Understood, Jim,"
"Copy that, Command. Superman out."
She remembered the street, the hate, the anger; she remembered her friends, the man who gave her her first gun; she remembered the first American invasion she killed and how good it felt to stop the bad guys; she remembered the nights of crafting IED's and reading books at the safe house. She remembered the black bag and the room; she remembered abu ghraib. The torture, the men, the women, the things they did to her. She remembered their accents; she remembered their faces; she remembered the doctor's words.
"We mapped her genes; it's a match for the project Gehenna; take her with us,"
She remembered the radiation, the feeling of her inside cooking from within her own body. She remembered the men behind the glasses and the smile on their faces. She remembered destroying the machines, the sounds of gunshots, and the blinding lights as the scientist closed the blast door in front of her. In that moment, that blinding moment of strange particles and blistering radiation, unseen by the world, Schrödinger's question was answered even if it was for an unimaginably quick moment below that of even a plank second before nothing… for years nothing. She wasn't alive nor needed, her very soul torn apart from this realm by extra natural cosmic radiation but unable to ascend to the next one, her consciousness scattered like thrown about puzzle pieces.
But her mother was a clockmaker; something about stayed the memory of a mother's voice, the last bit that reminded her of her consciousness. From that, she was brought back, if only an apparition at first, a ghastly monster seen in flashes of greenish-blue lighting. She never stopped; it didn't take long for her to start using the separate storms between worlds to aid her; as they grew, she fed off of them, unknown to what were the origins just as she was ignorant to her own survival. Yet as the placement took hold over the Earth, she took her chance, and with a single flash of lightning, as the hour hand struck midnight on the final day of the Placement, she was reborn into their world again, forever changed forever scared made into an eternal ghoul never completely living nor never dead, walking blight.
The woman watched her right hand as the American soldiers approached the DMZ near the Congo River; it had been a DMZ-only name. As the US Air Force had begun to bomb it since they entered the war. She closed her eyes and held out her hand as the soldiers and helicopters approached. In a short second, it would all be over soon. Suddenly as the soldier crossed the DMZ lines, they were met with a giant silhouette of a woman holding out their hands at them. The men and choppers opened fire, but to nothing; they didn't even dent her, not even with their missiles.
Zahra died in 2008, and what was left was only a ghastly mirror of what was, a ghost on the wind, an atomic ghoul, a living nuclear shadow.
"Alan sirt mwtan , mudamir aleawalim," she said, releasing an ectoplasmic wave of radiation vaporizing all living souls in her sight.
Note: My contributions to this were a suggestion of the Uncle Sam story (A rough idea that I thought was pretty cool), and the Honeypot stuff in the first chapter, though I honestly would have liked to have had more of a contribution to the Uncle Sam story and the last one in this chapter, as it includes one of my characters.
Still, there's a pretty cool story coming up, one that I've already written and goes into the origins of a couple of my favourite characters.
It may also connect to another story spinning off from the stuff that went down on Ace's Birthday from hell, specifically the Boston stuff.
There are some mild disagreements between me and Gatsby about how it should go and what should be represented, we of course have a couple disagreements, with him being an African American whilst I am a white/Spanish/Chilean Australian, but we manage to work through them in order to tell an interesting story.
Here is a photo of Adisa Shaitan Zhànshi someone who will become very important in the next few sets of Reaper stories as well as a important figure in the wider lore.
Adisa sounds like an African first name. But her last name, Zanshi, sounds almost Chinese (especially with the diacritical mark above the a). I feel like she might be of mixed-race Venan and Chinese ancestry, or African and Chinese ancestry.
Adisa sounds like an African first name. But her last name, Zanshi, sounds almost Chinese (especially with the diacritical mark above the a). I feel like she might be of mixed-race Venan and Chinese ancestry, or African and Chinese ancestry.
"Ok, so alien invasion and a giant snake is one way to open up pride month, but I think another story is flying low on everybody's radar, and that is this Metahuman arms race. Every week there seems like a new superhero team popping up, so I got Cap on the podcast today to talk about what's been going on."
-Alan Vince Meta Humans Podcast June 1st, 2025
Another Man Was Lynched Today
-The Black Star June 1st, 2025
80% Of All Black Americans Polled Support The Death Penalty Or Life Without The Possibility Of Robert E Lee & Other High Ranking Confederates
-The Black Star June 1st, 2025
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-Heart Harkon (Twitter) June 1st, 2025
Fizztastic: New Soda Flavor Hits Shelves, Promising an Unforgettable Taste Sensation
- Beverage Digest June 1st, 2025
Bodies Of Korks Commander Publicly Crucified Around Dominion While Others Taking Into Custody
- Vena Today June 1st, 2025
Taylor Swift's New Single 'Unbreakable' Criticized As Tone Death By Anti-War Movement
-New Moon News June 1st, 2025
Pro Woke, Anti-Fun, Anti-American Social Justice Cry Babies Triggered By Pop Song
-Fox News June 1st, 2025
Nearly 5 Million Children Under 12 Are Being Fed By Mutual's Aid Initiatives Backed By People Like Ace Ward Or Groups Like The NOAAU
-The Left Post June 1st, 2025
Why Mutual Aid Is Ableist
-BlueWavePress June 1st, 2025
Nigeria Cinema On The Rise
-African Diaspora News Channel June 1st, 2025
Canadian Indigenous & American Great Lakes and Planes Native Population Meet In Detroit To Discuss Their Post ISOT Future
-The Left Bank June 1st, 2025
Building With AI and Green Power: What We Can Learn From Venan Hive City Planning
-CGTN June 1st, 2025
Soulannic Church Gets Rid Of Images Of White Jesus, Replacing It With Woke Icons Of A Black God
-Fox News June 1st, 2025
"If God created the first man in his own image and all life started in Africa, then tell me how can our God, he this blonde haired blue eyed, pale flesh, the snowman from the caucus mountains, and if the white can make icons, painting, and statues of his white Jesus and through that say that his God is White, then we can make icons, painting, and statues of our Black Christ, and say that our God is Black, that he is indeed the Alpha the Omega, the begging and the end, that he is the God of our ancestors, the God of our people, and the God of our children, but that same turn of phase it's says that the devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy, now who in our history sound like that too you?"
-The Controversial Minster Khaled June 1st, 2025
Army Recruiters Shot Dead By Mother Of Slain Soldier After She Storms Recruitment Centers Before Being Taken Down By Star Dust
-MSNBC June 1st, 2025
Midwest Faces Devastating Dust Bowls: Severe Droughts Worsen Agricultural Crisis
- The Guardian June 1st, 2025
"If we're to accept the expats then why on earth shouldn't we accept refugees in general?"
- The Australian Foreign Minister on the topic of accepting Confederate expats into Australia. June 1st, 2025
Rural Communities in Despair: Economic Slump and Dust Bowls Push Midwest to the Brink
- Associated Press June 1st, 2025
Can we just stop feeling sorry for these people, you get what you vote for; maybe if they voted blue, they would be ok!
-BlueCatMama1985 (Twitter) June 1st, 2025
Reaper Foils Midnight Bank Robbery, Apprehends Notorious Gang Members From The 1920s
- CNN June 1st, 2025
Inside America Furry Fascist Militia Movement
-Vice News June 1st, 2025
Anti-War Protest In Protest Turns Violent, City Authorities Call for Emergency Response
- ABC News June 1st, 2025
Westerns really be out here named Jim? Like come on it's 2025, NPC ass name
-The Comic (Twitter) June 1st, 2025
Two Dead After Car Ramming Portland Anti-War Protest
-New Moon News June 1st, 2025
Southern PAF Announces Formal Spilt From Mainline Faction Over Liberty "Refusal To Stand Up Against NOAAU Threat. Declares Of National Defense Force
-Herowatch June 1st, 2025
"Threat? What threat? We are only a threat to those who wish to keep their fellow man in chains. The average Legion soldier's time is spent feeding their community. And we aren't just feeding Black faces; most of the rich white people have fled the area leaving us their poor, and we are feeding them just like we are feeding our own. What does the southern PAF do but come late and take credit for actions they didn't do? When was the last time anyone saw them feed anyone? What about making sure the power stayed on? They are all glory hounds, with a large bark and no bite,"
-Jake Jagger June 1st, 2025
What Are InComs?: Inside The Independent Leftist Community In Red Rural America
-The New York Times June 1st, 2025
15 Killed By Rebel Drone Strike In The Congo
-CNN June 1st, 2025
"These deaths are at the hand of Vena, these weapons are of Venan make and model,"
-President Harris June 1st, 2025
"While we haven't provided anything other than political support for our comrades in the Congo, make no mistake, we are supplying lethal aid to the Congo Soviet in order to secure their borders from any potential American invasion of the nation."
-Speaker Bi'ken June 1st, 2025
Little Boy Baby Bi'ken is such a not brave baby boy for not arming the rebels of Congo, such a shame folks, big shame on all our bloodlines really, he doesn't want to Vena Great Again like me when I am Speaker I will send all the aid those very brave rebels need and they will win against the American dogs bigly,
T'Jaka (Twitter) June 1st, 2025
Black Power Seen Helping To Clear Debris In Turkey After Military Air Strike On Villages Suspected Of Housing Members Of The PKK
-HeroWatch June 1st, 2025
Breaking Anti-LGBTQ March Attacked With An IED In Philadelphia
-CNN June 1st, 2025
Tyson Foods Headquarters Evacuated Shortly Before Being Leveled
-CBS News June 1st, 2025
"The actions taken today were done in the name of queer and women's liberation. While the targeting of the anti-LGBTQ open fascists is pretty obvious, the attack on Tyson food may not be, Tyson is a well-known backer of the far right giving millions in dollars to pro-forced birth and queer genocidal politicians which is why we targeted them, but our war is not with their worker who is exploited for their labor, but with the capitalist class that victimizes all proletariat peoples that is why we have warning, but to our enemies know what we will not extend the same courtesy to you. These attacks will continue until we are free or until we are all dead. Long live the revolution! Long live Marxist-Leninist-Janeist Thought!"
-JLA Communiqué June 1st, 2025
"Songhai Pact refuses an invitation to COP32 Climate Change conference, citing undue influence by outside parties."
- CNN June 2nd, 2025
"No, we said it was a farce run by the oil and gas industry. The choice of Qatar as a venue says more than enough. Vena and its fellow Songhai Pact members will be hosting our own conference for those willing to attend."
- Princess Emma, during Interview with J. Trapman June 2nd, 2025
Why Are Space Operas Becoming More Popular?
-Movie Guide June 2nd, 2025
French Suburban Riot Leader Known As The Covered Woman Seen Once Again Wearing A Burqa In Open Rebellion Against Western Civilization!
-Fox News June 2nd, 2025
These assholes don't let me fly the Jet because I'm old hash-brown ageist!
-Captain Slaughter (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
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No we didn't let you because you and Black Bat were were attempting to flying it around the world to go get Japanese Oreos at 3 am
-Columbia (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
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It's a hashtag now a hash-brown
-Columbia (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
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Fine well you're a hashtag ageist
-Captain Slaughter (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
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SMH
-Columbia (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
Russian Submarine "Goes Missing"
-The Atlantic June 2nd, 2025
Zetaman and Columbia Foils Attempted "Reprisal" Mass Shooting At Pride Event
-New Moon News June 2nd, 2025
African Legion Announces The Creation Of Auxiliary Civil Defense Forces CDF Made Up Of Other Mintory Groups
-CNN June 2nd, 2025
//Vontavious: I am still very hesitant about this.
//Imani: You act like we won't have your political offices among their ranks, and besides, Kruger has already helped me plant spies among their ranks if they stab us in the back again, all I will have to do is say the word.
//Vontavious: Very well and on the matter of the midterms.
//Kruger: From the bugs I had planted within the Democratic Party they are still not fully understanding the shit they find themselves in and those that do are getting frustrated. All but Jim Reeves who wants to hang on to the Democratic Party.
//Imani: Excellent he will probably decide to run after the midterms but will hold off on any announcement until the year after those elections. Everything is going to plan almost too much, recheck everything and report back to me, and reach out to our friends in the FBI for anything they can provide.
//Kruger: Understood
Five Houses Of Billionaire Donors To Far Right Candidate Fire Bombed By The Janes Liberation Army In A Single Day
- Popular Front June 2nd, 2025
15-Year-Old Black Girl Found Hanging In Public Police Rule It A Suicide Despite
-The Root June 2nd, 2025
Why Are Black People So Angry Despite The Progress Made By Obama And President Harris?
-The Daily Blue June 2nd, 2025
He Survived A School Shooting When He Was 8, Only To Die In Congo At 18
-Vice News June 2nd, 2025
Venan Nearly Done With Their Nearly 60-Year-Long Rotation Space Station Project As It Incorporates Space Debris From Recent Near Earth Meator Impact Into Shell
-Sci Magazine June 2nd, 2025
"While their politics are disagreeable for most, no one should be shocked about this announcement; this is pretty much Vena's MO. They are more than willing to play the long game and invest in their future even if it doesn't mean Instant gratification or the payoff is a generation away. If we are going to challenge them in the space race and actually win, we have to start investing in our future and stop thinking short term."
-Eric Spader June 2nd, 2025
Power Line Saves Concert After Attempted Mass Shooting At Concert White Right Alliance Suspected
-HeroWatch June 2nd, 2025
Australia to accept Confederate refugees "Banished" by the NOAAU.
- Sky News June 2nd, 2025
Rates For Draftees Deaths are Far Higher Then Enlisted And PMCs
-News Nerco June 2nd, 2025
Calls For A Black International Finally Answered; It's Happening
-The Root June 2nd, 2025
America's Space Race To Costly Or Patriotic Jump Start The Country Needs
-TheDailyMetropolitan June 2rd, 2025
"I find the idea of overpopulation to be comical at this point given current trends. If anything, we may risk underpopulation being more of a danger. Large portions of the world's populace are aging rapidly at the same time healthcare systems in many developed countries have been gutted. Decades of poor environmental caretaking and the repeated damage created by industrial mishaps mean we are more likely to see some form of population collapse by 2100. The only nations not likely to face this issue are the ones that have been actively preparing and maintaining healthy lifestyles. Germany and France are on this short list, along with many Nordic democracies, but so are Cuba and Vena…" Barnabus Kelsey, Pf. Emeritus for Anthropology at Harvard, during an interview on MSNBC on June 2nd, 2025
If a Medium can talk to dead people, imagine what a Large can do
-Ace Ward (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
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It's 4:30 in the morning; please go to bed; you have a meeting at 8
-Destiny Masters (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
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No, no, he has an interesting point go on, Ace
-Xander Evanwoods (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
"This government of ours must not serve a double standard in regards to those seeking asylum".
- Labour Party Prime Minister Bindi Boner on the acceptance of the Confederate expatriates June 2nd, 2025
Robes Are In Says The Youth
-Black Fashion Today June 2nd, 2025
"One of my main criticism of Stalin was his purges, not that he had them, but some of the time he simply killed the wrong people, which came to hurt him during the war. It was unplanned and sporadic rather than a pinpoint; you can extend that to Mao as well, their purges were mostly justified as they needed to secure their authority and the authority of the state, but much like their econmic policies, it was mismanaged. If you are going to purge someone, it best to do it right,"
-Imani V Clair June 2nd, 2025
Far Right Temple Of Blood Attempting Storm School In Miami Stopped By Blue Blur.
-HeroWatch June 2nd, 2025
"We condemn this attack, but we also condemn actions like the JLA,"
-White House Press Secretary June 2nd, 2025
Hot take of the day women and queer people fighting for their basic human rights and not being genocide by the fascists isn't the same as fascists attempting to kill kids
-Heart Harkon (Twitter) June 2nd, 2025
"[…]The American homeless crisis is an entirely self-inflicted wound. I say this not as a witty remark or attack but merely as an observation. There are no homeless people in America; homelessness implies a lack of homes, spaces for homes, and or materials homes; America has all this in surplus and abundance; it's their backward econmic system, capitalism, that creates artificial scarcity, which deprives the American workers of their basic right to housing. The right to a warm bed and shelter is a human right, just as it is for food to eat, water to drink, clothes to wear, and books to read. Vena is not perfect; no nation is and will probably ever be, we may have our faults, but we don't let millions go out in the cold and rain for what? In the name of their vague concept of freedom? Freedom to what work or starve? Correct me if I am wrong; that is slavery with extra steps. Is it not true freedom? It's freedom for a very small and privileged fewer the top of the pyramid and wage slavery for the rest of the society. You, of course, have people to reform it, for example, Ace Ward, but the question of if that is even possible has to be raised. In truth, that answer is up to the American people. The best Vena can do is combat and contain the growth of its present system around the globe and offer an alternative for a brighter future."
-The Emperor Of Vena June 2nd, 2025
"There's gotta be a better term for white people who reject whiteness.
Fuck it. I hereby declare myself pink. I was already a leftie. Let's make it official."
-TheTulpaKing451 (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
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Check your DM's I sent over a shortlist
-Jake Jagger (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
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It's…. a 10k word pdf file…this is a short list?
-TheTulpaKing451 (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
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Yes
-Jake Jagger (Ward+) June 2nd, 2025
Vena To Export Their New 3D Hive City Program Across The Songhai Pact To Deal With Climate Change.
-National Geographic June 3rd, 2025
"Basically all the residential and heavy workspaces are underground during the highest point of the day, but in the morning and the evening into the night people migrate up to the top of the city for public events and markets. The whole thing will be powered by atomic, geothermal, and solar energy.
The plan is modeled after both the above-ground cities like Dominion retaining their "honeycomb" style conformist inter contacted micro cities neighborhood layout that follows the traditional way of incorporating using natural environment into the buildings, by importing hardy plants and other life stock that can benefit the hive into its construction alongside bio engineered biomaterial meant to protect against and combat climate change.
At the time, we also employed the mining method of the underground hives following natural water flow patterns of the least resistance through the use of fungus and water geo mapping all the while incorporating the dug-up material into the above-ground construction.
All of this of course will be primarily managed and governed by communal municipal units and autonomous worker councils. with the nobles of the city acting as an extremely limited executive branch Congress,"
-Count Vanok'ula Hammer Bargainer Son Of Moga The Mighty Third Uncle To The Negus Of Benala And Third Cousin Of The Holy Royal Family, The current Head Of The Project June 3rd, 2025
Anti-Treaty Tatmadaw Forces Become Insurgency As New Government Struggle With Power-Sharing Agreement Between Different Groups.
-The Guardian June 3rd, 2025
"Nothing would be off the table in regard to bringing ex confederates to justice, even if that means regime change in certain countries, the CIA has proved itself very capable of doing such a task in South America, The Middle East, and Africa. Places like Eastern Europe or Australia and other American client states should tread very carefully on who they allow in, it would be a shame if we would have to do that for them."
-Imani V Clair June 3rd, 2025
America To Employ PMC To Undermanned Bases and Trained Allies In Iraq, Syria, And Other Places In MENA & SSCWA
-New Moon News
Alternative for Germany Anti Venan & Anti Immigration Policy Could See The Far Right Party Win The 2025 Elections.
-The Economist June 3rd, 2025
Would you still love me if I was a worm?" Are we talking about the size of a worm or a regular-size worm here? Because that is going to be the difference between me saying yes or using a flame thrower.
-Photonica (Twitter) June 3rd, 2025
Conflicts In Lybia Heats Up As Elections Threaten Tentative Peace Agreement
-Africanews June 3rd, 2025
French Super Hero The Sentinel Seen Meeting With French Far Right Politician Zemmour Days After Meeting Le Pen
-HeroWatch June 3rd, 2025
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I really don't like where this is going
-RedHawkLeftBD2005 June 3rd, 2025
Rwanda Refuses To Allow American Aircraft Into Rwanda After Bango Gave Guarantees To Stop Threat Hutu Radicals & Refugees From Crossing Over Into Rwanda
-African Diaspora News Channel June 3rd, 2025
"There is still hope for France and the West,
-Gladio Glow (Podcast) June 3rd, 2025
Police Tanks And Guns Left As Paris Police Retreat From African Immigrant Suburbs After Attack By Modified Civilians Drones
-The Dailey Mail June 3rd, 2025
"I am not above punishing certain states via withholding funds for basic services if they attempt to defy progress. At the same token, those states who see and understand the new regime will find it a lot easier to gain funds. Though unlike other authoritarians I won't take the punitive measures to the extreme which has historically set the stage for rebellions, no defiant states from the moment they get with the program will be accepted back into the fold, all the while the party mutual aid network will be working with or without the state consent. It's a lovely system, it basically gives me people routes to get essential services and both of them are through the party via the state or through the party directly who do you think people will vote for those that fed their children or those with empty promises?"
-Imani V Clair June 3rd 2025
Communist and Revolutionary-Garveyist Groups Join Forces As Autonomous Zones Spourt Up Around The Island Urban Centers
-The Guardian June 3rd, 2025
100 People Saved From Drowning In Brazilian Land Slide By Rora
-HeroWatch June 3rd, 2025
Members Of The French Communist Party Beaten By Rioters
-New Moon News June 3rd, 2025
"The Class reductionist of the French communist is hypothetical and meaningless in a nation that has become the definition of Foucault's boomerang against internal racial colonies. If they took power overnight, we will still face racism. To quote my brothers and sister in America, the white left and the white rights are little more than two wings of the same bird and both are incapable of addressing the needs of African people, this is our fight, our revolution inshallah we shall win it,"
-The Covered Woman (named after the current Major Paris protest leader) June 3rd, 2025
"immigrants from Africa's traditional conservative and hardline patriarchal primitive tribal family structures causes them to marginalize themselves, which they perceive as oppression, this false sense of victimhood fuels anti-French both at home and abroad and must be combated in the name of the values of Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité among all liberal-minded people."
-Emmanuel Macron June 3rd, 2025
"It's simple Black, Browns, Natives, and Muslims are not compatible within our core, this why our society works best when they were separate from the core of the state in colonies, but letting them inside of France have brought home to many problems for us, we need to return to tradition,"
-Sentinel June 3rd, 2025
"We shouldn't be surprised at what the President of France just said, France is one of the most if not the most structurally anti-black and anti-African countries in Europe with White supremacist values back into the foundation of the French state, but to see the mask slip off this far and this fast is shocking, but not at all surprising, Though I find the use of the co-opted faux leftist vocabulary by Macron to justify stating outright white supremacist talking points to be both ironically funny and horrifying disgusting at the same time."
-Bishop Castle New Moon News June 3rd, 2025
@ImaniVClair, when you take power can we invade France? Not for any econmic reasons, but for a little treat for me?
-Jake Jagger (Twitter) June 3rd, 2025
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sometimes wonder why I let you live
-Imani V Clair (Twitter) June 3rd, 2025
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* Blushes* because you love me, Imani-chan!
-Jake Jagger (Twitter) June 3rd, 2025
Atlanta's 40's Cores Are Briging The Zoot Suit Back
-Fashion June 3rd, 2025
Ward-Owned Fashion House "Elysian" Puts Out Latest Of Clothes
-Cosmo June 3rd, 2025
Right Wing Media Mogul Jay Staff Killed By JLA Cryo MailBomb
-New Moon News June 3rd, 2025
It's Offical!: Night Witch Is Dating The Prince Of Vena!
-HeroWatch June 3rd, 2025
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Nice I'm really happy for her, but I know Splinter is punching air right now
-Ms.Amerika June 3rd, 2025
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You know he is crying and playing Marvin's Room
-Grey Ghostie June 3rd, 2025
Black P Stones (Islamist Faction) Shoot Out With ISOT Members Of The Chicago Outfit Before Being Ended By Black Power
-R/Chicago June 3rd, 2025
DC and Marvel Will Have Regular Crossover Comics After Planned Omniverse Event.
-Comic News June 3rd, 2025
It's not that we are merging the companies or universes we are simply allowing more freedom to writers to write a larger story with even more free reign to create. That being said, Strom and Wonder will be having sex in the comics. For um…reasons….bye.
-Destiny Masters (Ward+) June 3rd, 2025
Mississippi Makes Its Punishable By 6 Months In Jail For Using The N Word As A White Person In A Attack On Free Speach
-News Max June 4th, 2025
"We did and what are you going to do about it? Cope and seethe, we are in control of that state government, and what we do there will be enacted on a national scale once we take power. People think we are being hyperbolic a lot of time, but we are telling y'all what we are going to do; I mean, we keep saying take power, right? That implies a lot of things just by the wording, you and I do mean you mr reporter man have like four years until I shove you and a lot of your viewer base into a gulag; anyway, here is the meme I made of your company as a soy wojak and here is me as the Based Giga-Chad wojak; I have now invalidated all of your potential counter arguments."
-Jake Jagger On News Max June 4th, 2025
Christian Dominionists Movement Sees Growth In North West As Water Conflicts Boil Over Once Again
-SPLC June 4th, 2025
A Gagle Of Right Libertarian Open Their Own Private Anarcho-Capitalist Eco-Commune To With Pricing Starting At 100,000 A Month To Rent Compete With Vena
-CNN June 4th, 2025
"I wonder if these guys are going to lose to the Bears this time or to something else"
-Ace Ward June 4th, 2025
Infant Mortality Rate Sky Rocket In Places Without Community Mutual Aid Clinics As Women Go Without Due To High Medical Prices
-The Black Star June 4, 2025
Breaking Police On Guadeloupe Forced To Use Live Rounds On Protesters As What Seemed To Be Armed Rioters Over Run Large Chunk Of Of The Island
-France24 June 4th, 2025
Cargobob Armored Car Robbery Foiled By Ace Of Spades
-CNN June 4th, 2025
I'm not going to haven, or hell when I die I am going to be chasing you up the basement stairs when you turn the lights off
-Big Ben (Ward+) June 4th, 2025
Elysian Launches New Clothing Line "Some Colored Woman,"
-Cosmo June 4th, 2025
"The line was inspired by the style of Ann Lowe one of the originators of fashion design and a proud Black woman. The name itself comes from when she was designing Jackie Kennedy's wedding dress, the original dress took months of pain stacking labor, but was destroyed in a flood, yet in a feet of Black excellence in two nights she created a dress that was somehow far surpassed the stunning original. Yet like most of our people work credit wasn't properly given as when Jackie Kennedy was asked who design her dressed she simply responded with "some colored woman,". The majority of all profit from this line will go to paying for new clothing for African American children in need of new clothes so now we have turned a racist insult into a rallying cry for continued Black excellence,"
-Destiny Masters June 4th, 2025
Cecil Rhodes Shot and Killed By Snipper Attack While Visiting Down Town London By Unknown Female Snipper
-BBC June 4th, 2025
Why do the British still eat like the Germans are bombing them, what the fuck did you guys even do with all the spices?
-The Comic (Twitter) June 4th, 2025
French Protests Are Largely Ethno-Economic Driven As Price Of Living, Austerity Measures, Police Brutality, And Privatization Of Predominantly Effect Black and North African Public Housing Suburbs Driving Them Into The Street Each Day
-Bishop Castle New Mon News June 4th, 2025
"While we certainly don't all agree with his full statement, we agree with Munster Khalid's right under church guidelines and theology to give his own interpretation of the word of God"
-The Soulannic Church June 4th, 2025
Guadeloupe Revolutionary Garveyist Leads Protest and Occupations Of Buildings Calling For Independents While Communist And Socialists Call General Strike
-New Moon News June 4th, 2025
Revolutionary Garveyism How The NOAAU Exported Their "Anti-colonial," Extremism Across The World.
-France 24 June 4th, 2025
How Climate Change-Related Food Crisis In Guadeloupe Could Change The World
-Lefty Chain (Podcast) June 4th, 2025
ISOTed Canadian Residential School Destroyed By Skin Walker Teachers Beaten Within An Inch Of Their Life And The Children Stolen By First Nations Militant Groups
-DaveCountyHeroWatch June 4th, 2025
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"Stolen by First Nations" by my brother in Rora they were stolen from their families in the first place. This whole thread you posted and the following arguments posted say that the residential school system was partially good and smells horribly of anti-native sentiment and justifying genocide. Kick for a week.
-Mod-Georgia_Wolfman2099 (herowatch) June 4th, 2025
The Usual Suspects: How Vena, China, Russia, and South Africa Is Funding The Death And Depravity Of The Congo War
-The Economist June 4th, 2025
"The use of Napalm is in a limited capacity within Congo and like white phosphorus it is used in dense jungles and unpopulated areas and we have had remarkable success in keeping low to mid collateral damage numbers down,"
-Vice President Buttigieg June 4th, 2025
Video Show Caribbean Armed Barbarians Horde Storming Resort And Vila To Loot.
-News June 4th, 2025
Multiple Houses Swept Away In Rural Wyoming After Dustball. Desert Seen Stopping Dust Storm Before It Could Reach A Chemical Plant
-HeroWatch June 4th, 2025
*Throw Rocks At Desert*
"We don't want any Muslim heroes here! We want real American superheroes, not super terrorists!"
-Locals after being saved by Desert June 4th, 2025
Keir Starmer Is Now The British Prime Minster For The 10th Time As Power Struggle Continue In Great Britan
-Vena Today June 4th, 2025
Video Show French Officers Beating InPrisoned Protesters After 10 Dies In Custody Within The Last 2 Week Alone
-New Moon News June 4th, 2025
Nearly 52% Of New York's Pre-ISOT Homeless Population Is Black
-CNN June 4th, 2025
Ex-Drafted Confederate Soldiers Join White "Reconstruction," Labor Battalions
-Black Star June 4th, 2025
ISOT Natives Privative Refuse To Acknowledge American Government And More Corporately Corporate Land Claims
-News Max June 4th, 2025
In The Face Of Renewed Violence Between Kansas & Nebraska Over Water Rights, It Is Time To Militarize The EPA
-The Green Rational June 4th, 2025
"Unkown number of people dead, from violence on both sides," says Guadeloupe Authorities
- CNN June 4th, 2025
"We condemn the actions of rioters and criminals both at home and overseas."
-Emanuel Macron June 4th, 2025
Thousand Of Tourist Attempt To Flee The Island of Guadeloupe As Communist and Revolutionary Garvyism Hordes Overrun The Island Paradise.
-The Dailey Mail June 4th, 2025
Illegal Organ Trafficking Ring Disguised As A New Age Cult Taken Down, By "A Witch, A Vampire, A British Woman, and Man In A Trenchcoat With Too Many Tentacles,"
-HeroWatch June 4th, 2025
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How many are too many tentacles? How would you know anyway!
-John_Doe11 June 4th, 2025
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It's never too many
-J*Hell_Sing June 4th, 2025
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Wait you two are dating what about Witch?
-Ms.Amerika June 4th, 2025
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I dabble in the occasional threesome with them, but we are more of FWB than poly.
-The Dark White Witch June 4th, 2025
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I had to start sleeping in the home soil just to block out the noose, you guys are jerks, at least soundproof the room with a ward when you do it! I have an earring of a dog and that means I hear EVERYTHING IN HD!
-I _Hate _Day_Light10000 June 4th, 2025
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Meow Meow Meow
-Black_Cat27 June 4th, 2025
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Exactly, they are so weird!
-I _Hate _Day_Light10000 June 4th, 2025
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Sometimes I wonder why I hang out with you guys.
-Red_Usper June 4th, 2025
Reports Of Heavy Casualties Being Underreported Among Congo Troop Is "Unfounded," Says The Government.
-MSNBC June 4th, 2025
President Soko Meets With Speaker Bi'ken
-Senegal State Media June 4th, 2025
Guadeloupe Communist Opposition Leader Found Dead In Cell Of Suicide Only Hours After Being Arrested.
-Sky News June 4th, 2025
"We condemn the open and blatant neo-colonialist oppression actions of France and their puppets and stand in solidarity with the people and their uprising against the system,"
-Speaker Bi'ken June 4th, 2025
"While we understand the need for law and others and can share the same wound with France when it comes to recently attempted insurrection by radical forces, we acknowledge the need for dialogue and healing on both sides,"
-President Harris June 4th, 2025
Video Shows A Cop Opening Fire Into Black and Mix Demonstration With Semi-Automatic Weapons At 15 Reported Dead
-RT June 4th, 2025
How One One Cop Symbolizes The Defense Of French Civilization
-A Blog Post By The Sentinel June 4th, 2025
JLA Kills Prominent PP Party Donor
-MSNBC June 4th, 2025
ISOT Actress & Actors Find New Found Stardom On Social Media As Influencer
-News2You June 4th, 2025
Eartha Kitt To Play Unkown Role In Next Black Panther Project
-Comic Review June 4th, 2025
Bodega Robbery Stopped By "Teen" In Ski Mask And A Black Power Jacket
-NYT June 4th, 2025
US Soldiers Station In Cameroon Defects Across Venan DMZ
- CNN June 5th, 2025
At least 11 US Soldiers Have Defected To Vena After Being Accused Of Assaulting Their Superior Officer After Learning They Were Going To Move To The Congo
-New Moon News June 5th, 2025
"We need to let that bastard E. Lee hang if we have any hope of retaining the possibility of having any of the Black vote to hold on to. We can't look weak not with going on with the Congo. We need to do something?"
"What if we put Rosa Parks…I mean Harriet Tubman on the 20-dollar bill instead? We can't afford to look too radical, we have to look civil and remember to appeal to middle America, then again Ida B Wells on the Twenty dollar bill may to radical for some people and won't make us look moderate enough."
-Conversation between the white house and DNC strategist June 5th, 2025
How The Democratic Party "Lost Their Mandate Of Haven," A Timeline Of Their Collapse
-The International June 5th, 2025
Unknown Gun Fire Reported At Pointe-à-Pitre International Airport As Security Quickly Flee The Air.
-New Moon News June 5th, 2025
Video Shows Gask Mask-Wearing Men In Gary And Black Gear Storming Air and Sea Ports And Securing Areas Of The Island Of Guadeloupe
-CNN June 5th, 2025
More Little Grey Man Have Arrived In Guadeloupe Via AirPort Minutes After Securing The Aera
-New Moon News June 5th, 2025
Protest Leaders Appear to Shake Hand With Unkown Little Grey Men, As They Are Freed From A Makeshift Jail
-RT June 5th, 2025
"How are you?"
"We're the good guys,"
-Protesters Interviewing members of the Dunken'Korps June 5th, 2025
I wonder if with the growth of Atlanta as a major city, if MSNBC/NBC has considered opening up a bureau at WXIA, which is the NBC affiliate in Atlanta.
I wonder if with the growth of Atlanta as a major city, if MSNBC/NBC has considered opening up a bureau at WXIA, which is the NBC affiliate in Atlanta.
New Moon News and CNN are based out of Atlanta, but I am not sure about MSNBC or NBC moving down there at least not anytime soon, it's still a mad house when compared to other cities that got hit with the placement. Other cities mostly got added chunks in to the area that were their own thing, in "Neo" Atlanta everything got mashed together on top of adding separate chunks to the city. There are roads that lead to no where, wild swamps in the middle of the city that haven't been cleared out yet, entire neighborhoods that are nearly unreachable by most of the population, buildings isoted together. Some parts of that city looks like a grounded more realistic Night City while others mega city one, others Gotham from BTAS, and others something out the Last Of Us.
Add to this the city being unstable due to the abnormally large amount of super villains, smaller street gangs, paramilitaries, organized crime, the Klan, the African Legion, the fractured APD, the JLA and at least two wide scale terror attacks targeting it's powers grid, the city is on a razor's edge almost all the time so it may not be the safest place to set up shop as a journalist or media company.