Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 20:22:28 GMT -5
Wednesday, January 4th, (CURRENT YEAR)
Dag’s Compound, Outside Portland, OR
6:42 AM
The spirit’s daily birth ritual is only beginning to give life to the newest incarnation of light and life. In an ancient tradition, uninterrupted since its inception, the origins of the phoenix are unveiled. Every morning, the ultimate entity of fire arises from the ashes of the vanquished. It is an unstoppable force, one which will hail the coming of eternity with open embrace. Each moment brings it closer to the end of time and those who perceive it, yet this in itself ensures that its eternal life is undeniable. It is constantly evolving, yet no matter how many opportunities arise, it simply cannot adapt to the one thing which conquers it every night.
Or has it? The phoenix rises, it will always rise, and there is no action which may be undertaken by any force to prevent that from happening. Who’s to say that it's temporary death has not already been perried? If death is not permanent, what power hath the dark forces after all? Why try to avoid the unavoidable, when you can embrace it as well, and work with it? The universe itself can only exist when there is a balance of the very forces created by it and acting to uphold it. If there should arise an imbalance, than that which constitutes the strongest entity will not only destroy its opposition, but it will be so powerful it will destroy itself.
Both life and death, light and dark, and good and evil are necessary in this world. This is a proposition which has been pondered for millennia, as long as those who would question it have been capable of sentient thought. It is so painfully simple, yet so many simply cannot comprehend it, or outright refuse to accept it. Whom, or what, can possibly die, if there is no life? How could we understand what life is, if there is no death to differentiate it from? How can we recognize light or dark if one had never existed? Who can judge what is good, if there is no evil?
It is for this reason, the universe itself is crumbling. The known universe, as far as we can understand the concept of eternity, is necessarily minuscule. Those who are able to accept the fact that we live within a finite space which allows us to recognize life and death, light and dark, and good and evil, and their inextricable intertwining, must reduce the sheer scale of what they are rendering in their minds to a manageable level which they can respond to appropriately. The most fatally conscious inhabitant of this living organism called the universe, dubbed humanity, has reached a point in its understanding of the world where it unfortunately has begun to believe it can change it. Worse, they think they can change it for the better by eradicating that which it does not believe to be good.
By seeking to eliminate the flaws in the world, they are unknowingly actively undermining that which is good. Without realizing it, they threaten to throw the universe into a dangerous imbalance which is entirely unsustainable. The fragile balance of energy can only regulate itself to a certain degree; it is incapable of bouncing back when taken too far to one side. The grand irony is that the elimination of all that is bad will result in the ultimate negative consequence: the destruction of man entirely. Then the balancing act will simply cease to exist, and everything shall consist of nothing, as there is nothing to perceive it. If a tree falls in the woods and nobody's around to hear it, did it really happen?
The rebirth of the sun is the simplest example of this process. Every day, it rises, bringing light to vanquish the darkness, and life energy to harbor the growth of living organisms. It makes no distinction between good and evil, because it knows both must be present, lest neither exist to receive its gift. At dusk, it quietly accepts it fate, knowing that too much of its power is a death sentence for those who would covet it. Darkness brings a time of mystery, and a time for rejuvenation. Those who wish to do bad things may attempt to use it for themselves, but those who use it well and right can do great things.
This morning, the cycle begins again. Through the mostly bare branches of the tall moss covered trees, the light of day begins to cascade down in a brilliant display. It reflects off dew droplets on the lichen, bouncing around without care and settling into the pines of Douglas Firs. Countless small animals just in this relatively small area alone begin to stir and bask in the glorious hints of warmth on this frigid winter’s early dawn. A domestic house cat, a grey and black Norwegian Forest Cat, rustles through the undergrowth, seeking a nice rock to spread itself upon to maximize its morning catch. Beowulf is eager to hunt, but first, he must fully awaken.
As he spots a glint of refraction off the sleek, lightly iced surface of a large stone by a trickling creek, he sprints happily forward, leaving his owner behind. An axe droops low and taps against the holster on his thigh. Dagvald is up early to cut down trees for firewood. He’ll use this time to plan ahead regarding a number of things in his life. The sounds of early morning are a boon to his cognitive ability. He makes the connection between himself and rising sun, and hopes his desperate measures have been successful.
He finds a seemingly ancient, near-death towering tree and unlatches his massive axe. He surveys the area, sees a good direction to let it fall, and steels himself for the first blow. Before swinging, takes one final precaution. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Beowulf lying lazily and contented on the stone. Safe. He braces himself and brings the blade smashing into the trunk. The rush of adrenaline surges through his veins as he hears a vile crack in the thick wood. A second thwomp rings out at the next strike.
As the rhythm develops and it becomes just more background noise. The repetitive nature of the sound helps lul Dag into the ethereal world of his own thoughts. He had several things on his mind. His devotion to ending white genocide in Europe had become even more nuanced with the election of Donald Trump, something he genuinely had not expected to happen. In a sense, he supports Trump, but only so far as it will be the catalyst for the dissolution of the anti-white world order. The established governing bodies have been forcefully ejected from power, and even Obama had been utterly humiliated unlike anything anyone has ever experienced in human history.
No longer will there be an actively anti-white president working with the media and the terrorist organization Black Lives Matter to brainwash the population against an entire race. They will still try to push their narrative of lies and destruction, but now they will be exposed for the corrupt incites of violence that they are by an utterly irrationally blatant commander in chief. The issue here, however, is that Donald Trump may not be a part of the so-called establishment, but simply by becoming the president of the United States of America, he will be, in one way or another, absorbed into the anti-white world order. It always happens. Take Norway’s supposed “far-right extremists” party currently in power, which promised to severely drop off intake of the refugee terrorists. Through brutal strong arm coercion in various forms, under pressure from the United Nations globalist dictatorship, they have bowed to the whims of white genocide and imported their very own destruction just as any other evil establishment party would.
The reality is, Trump is no permanent solution. He is a stop gap temporary measure which had to be taken as a desperate measure before the damage was irreparable. The solution to the problem has not changed: the problem is the solution. In essence, Trump will still lead civilization on the path to destruction, but he will do it with a lot more willingness from the white race to embrace their rightful glorious place in their homeland and heartland. He is exposing the pure hatred of those who oppose the traditional way of life and homogenous society.
He honestly hadn’t anticipated facing such anti-white sentiment in the WCF, but upon reflection, he shouldn’t have been so surprised. When voluntarily going into a hostile setting full of violent buffoons, this ought to have been expected. The subprimal scum who fill that vile company consist of the lowest life forms one could fathom in their worst nightmares. If one were to compile all the typical aspects of a mentally retarded child and a Charles Manson fanboy, you’d have the generic formula for the entire WCF roster.
This holds especially true for Dag’s opponents in his upcoming match. Two of his absolute least favorite fellow wrestlers, Kidd Krazzy and Teddy Blaze, FKA Teo Del Sol, have the misfortune of being placed before him on the opposite side of the ring. Just thinking back on all the insipid bullshit he’s been subjected to by the both of them, he becomes very eager to unleash the intense built up pressure of hate and loathing they've instilled into him. They will soon be made to regret everything they’ve done and said.
He swings his axe yet again and is brought back to reality as he hears the traditional cree-ack which means the tree is near timber. He steps back, assesses his surroundings, and prepares for the fatal blows. He can’t help but imagine the body of the insolent Teddy Blaze in place of the trunk. His head sits atop the thin little mixed race neck. He continues to taunt and underestimate him. He truly does not understand what he is capable of. It is nothing short of enraging.
Has Dag not cemented his place in WCF history? He exploded onto the scene in WCF just over a year ago, and in his relatively short period of time with the company, he challenged for two belts, had the greatest internet title match of all time, ended the career of Jordan Caliban, became International Champion, ended Cormack MacNeil’s career, and joined forces with the greatest WCF Champion of all time, Logan. Hell, he’s never lost his International Championship, either. He should already be in the WCF Hall of Fame. Seth’s lucky he doesn’t care much about his legacy in the company itself. It is merely a tool for him to use to further his agenda.
How dare Teddy act like Dag doesn’t deserve a shot at the Internet Championship? He blatantly said this to him in an ill informed tweet as though it were the truth. The reality is that no one in this company deserves that shot more than him. Dag has worked his ass off ever since he returned, and in those two and a half weeks he’s brought more attention to the internet title than Teddy has ever done.
Thinking about this concept reminds Dag of the little stunt Teddy pulled on the WCF online feed. Issuing an open challenge after Dag was buy, knowing damn well Dag deserved that match. And then Kidd fuckin’ Krazzy ran in and jumped on it. The whole ordeal filled him with renewed rage. He could clearly see Teddy’s image in place of the nearly-collapsed tree. He brings the blade of the axe crashing into the trunk with full force. It isn’t quite enough yet.
“Good. I want you to suffer.”
Blood erupts from the fractured neck in a hot spring jet. The curdling screams of unimaginable agony shatter the natural silence around him. He feels a rush of adrenaline and begins to shake with excitement. He channels the energy into another strike of the axe. Unfortunately, this one slices the head clean off his enemy’s shoulders. The glazed eyes roll into the back of his head as it goes spinning repulsively to the ground.
Only a thunderous boom returns Dag to reality again. He suddenly remembers it’s a tree, not that pathetic manlet, which will be tumbling to the ground. He backs up out of the way and it roars as it snaps the last little fragment holding it to its stump like the Titanic breaking in two. He narrowly avoids falling branches but ends up just fine as the ancient sentinel craters the cold hard earth.
He reflects on his opponents again. The parallel is easy to draw. Teddy thinks he is on top of the world. He’s the self-proclaimed “King of all Media,” former People’s Champion, current Internet Champion, the man who finally beat Zombie McMorris. What he doesn’t realize is how easily the pedestal he sits upon complacently, without any regard for the obvious potential competition, can be brought back down to reality.
With the tree felled, or Teddy’s weakness exposed, it’s time to reduce it to an unrecognizable amalgamation of tiny, unrelated fragments which can never be returned to anything resembling their former “accomplishments.” The door has been kicked in, and now the whole rotten structure will come tumbling down.
Dag assesses where to make his fatal blows. It’s a large tree, but its inside is rotten upon closer inspection, he’s not even sure it will be any good for firewood. He figures fuck it, it’s already cut down, might as well make it useful for once in its life. For far too long now, it’s stood motionless, simply claiming its high position as an accomplishment. It relied entirely on how other people viewed it. Everyone who passed by saw this thing which presented itself as important, relevant, thriving, and intimidating, and just went along with it. Nobody dared question something which seemed so obvious. Not one person bothered to dig just a little deeper, and find on the inside, it had been rotten and collapsing under its own weight for far too long.
The striking similarity almost made Dag burst into laughter. He’d somehow picked a tree, out of all these trees, which perfectly represented Teddy Blaze. Teddy’s biggest claim to fame was, for a good while, the People’s Championship. Could there possibly be a bigger facade than that? When it came down to it, there’s no denying the holder of that belt has to win it and defend it in the ring. But the opportunity for that belt, and the way that champion is treated by the company, that comes down to the support and will of the people. This was the perfect belt for Teddy, or at the time, Teo.
Here is a man so obviously inferior to the competition that he had to leave the country and train in Mexico, where any American could beat any native born at anything whatsoever. He had to drop to the developmental level just to string some wins and feel better about himself. That’s something to be expected from his teammate, the perennial millennial, Kidd Krazzy. He’s the type who clearly appreciates a shiny participation trophy.
It takes a while to chop up the tree, and several more trips to stack it out behind the house. As he carries the last few logs, Beowulf trots up beside him, looks at his hands, and grabs a couple sticks in his mouth, following behind his owner.
A few hours later, while he’s sharpening his axe, he gets a phone call from an unrecognized number. He answers it hesitantly. “Hello?”
“DAGGY BEAR!!!!!!!!!!!” The incredibly high pitched voice screeches from the other end and he yanks his head away from the phone.
Saturday, January 7th, (CURRENT YEAR)
National Hunting Grounds, Near Portland, OR
7:12 AM
Dagvald, Lilith and Beowulf are marching silently through the snow, but some are more silent than others. The only sound coming from Dag and Beowulf are the frigid sighs escaping their nostrils in the winter weather advisory temperatures. Despite the imminent snow, Dag knew there’d still be a good chance something will show up in their crosshairs. It took a lot of effort to consider giving Lilith a firearm, but she turned out to be pretty good with it. She claims she’s never used one before, but Dag doesn’t believe much of what she says and doesn’t see why this should be any different.
The excited look of glee on her face speaks volumes. He doesn’t think she fully understands what they’re out here to do, but she’ll soon find out. Lilith stops in her tracks as she looks up into the tree which Beowulf was currently climbing through. She watched him for a few moments before turning her attention onto Dag.
“I don't believe I has known you for like THISSSSSSS long and you've never once told me how cute cutsie fur ball is! I bet you named him something cute like Tinkerbell or Bootsie Bear, huh? Can… can I has cuddles with him soon? Pleaseeeeee?” Lilith grins big into Dags face, desperately wanting to have cuddles with his kitten.
Dag quickly grows annoyed at her bullshit already. “Forget about the cat, he’s here to point out where the prey is! And no, he doesn’t have a retarded name, his name is Beowulf because he is a skilled and fierce warrior hunter! He doesn’t do ‘cuddles.’ And keep your fucking voice down, you’re gonna scare off every animal in the county.”
“He doesn't do cuddles… YET! You just wait, Daggy, he's going to love them soooooooo much! He just doesn't know it yet!”
“He does know how much he likes scratching posts, and your face might make a good one. Now shut up and stand still for a second, he’s trying to point out where to look.”
Beowulf is standing almost at the tip of a branch, looking intently at a specific direction. He utters a guttural growl and stiffens up. Dag whistles sharply and brings the feline scuttling back down the tree to his side. “This way it is.” He turns and heads down the path pointed out by his cat.
“Awwwwww he's soooooooo cuuuuuute and super smart! Come here, Mistah Cuddles! Lilo wants hugs!”
Lilith sets off as if she's going to launch herself on top of Beowulf but before she can do so Dag holds her back preventing her doing what she wanted much to Liliths annoyance.
“There’s a reason he’s so intelligent, and it’s because he isn’t made out to be a toy for personal amusement by people like you. If I treated him the way you want to he’d by little more than a couch decoration who only gets up when he wants to eat from his bowl. I refuse to fully domesticate Beowulf. He is to be respected one would any other hunter. Now stop focusing on him, shush up, and follow us. We’ve got animals to shoot. You can handle that, right? You’re not gonna freak out over killing a woodland creature?”
Lilith looked at Dag for a few moments, looking down at the gun which she was holding and then back up at Dag again. Lilith got a crazed look in her eyes as she lifted up the gun, pointed it under Dags chin and got uncomfortably close to him, whispering into his ear. “I've done shit you wouldn't believe, babygurl.”
Dag pushes the barrel of the gun from his chin and looks back at Lilith. “We’ve been out here for a half hour and you’ve pointed that thing at me twelve times now.”
“It just mean it likes you, Daggy…
“Whatever. It’s getting old. And don’t call me babygurl. You’re not Logan.”
Lilith giggles and they march on, but Dag is still not convinced Lilith can handle killing an animal. He needs to make sure she won’t show any signs of weakness on Sunday. Knowing how much she loves animals, this is the best test he could think of. Plus, it should give him a good chance to explain to her some of the most important things about his ideology.
They near a known alcove in the forest and Beowulf stops to sniff the air. He can almost point like a good trained hound. He signals to go left and hole up, waiting for the prey to come to them.
“As we wait, Lilith, you need to let me explain some things. There’s a reason I returned to this company, and a reason I need this internet championship. Hopefully I can explain it in terms simple enough for you to understand.” Dag finishes tucking himself into a dug out and turns to see Lilith scrambling to pick up Beowulf as he flops about, desperately trying to avoid capture.
“Lilith! Stop that! What did I say about cuddling Beowulf?”
Dag watches as Beowulf continues to try and scratch Liliths face off. The brunette just will not give up though, she finally manages to pin him down and squeezes him tightly against her chest.
“Awwwwwww see? He likes me!”
“Horseshit! Let him go so he can focus on the hunt! He must not have any distractions. If you coddle and baby him, he'll lose his edge, and I’ll be out several hundred dollars I paid for that pure breed! Just lie out flat and look for elk, bobcats and bears.”
Lilith continues to squeeze the cat tightly as she rubs her face against his. “Don't need to search for cute animals anymore, Daggy. I already found one. I will name him squishy and he will be my squishy!”
Dag has seen enough and rolls over to where Lilith is sitting, twists her ear and grabs her hand, forcing her to let go. Beowulf eagerly scurries out of her grasp, leaving Lilith despaired and pouty looking. She gives him a real childish face, but Beowulf decides to settle in not too far from her, so she just lies out flat and gently pets him as he keeps lookout. Dag doesn’t bother putting up a fight against this, figuring it best to stop as he’s ahead.
“Alright Lily, listen. You don’t seem to fully understand the issues to be had with Kidd and Teddy, or why I want you make sure you won’t screw this up Sunday. There is a conscious effort by the international order controlling the western world to genocide the Caucasian race and replace it with primitive, backwards and inferior races so they may enforce martial law to control them. They are using tools such as homosexuality, feminism, abolition of masculinity, and the abolition of gender to achieve this. Kidd Krazzy represents the effects of this concerted attack.”
Lilith just stares blank faced at Dag for several minutes before finally responding to him. “You knows, sometimes I don't gots a BLUES CLUE what the heck bears you even saying!”
Suppressing anger, Dag responds, “As if that made any sense either. I’m trying to explain hate genocide to you, Lilith. It’s imperative that you understand how serious this is, and its implications on this match. It is our duty to prove ourselves superior over this pathetic pair of manlets who’ve surrendered themselves to the abolition of the Caucasian race. You have to prove that even a girl in an adult’s body can beat the remnants of a man left over from the campaign against men. Don’t you want to prove you can beat a man?”
“Hmmmmmm…yeah, yeah… I gots just ONE question though, Daggy Bear… what the hell is a genieside? Does it make wishes? It sounds super awesome!”
“White genocide is the effort to… fucking hell Lily I just explained this.”
“I wasn't paying attention! Do it again! But this time play it out with sticks! I need to watch it for it to make sense!” Lilith smiles and watches Dag closely, genuinely expecting him to pick up some sticks to demonstrate it to her.
“How the hell am I supposed to demonstrate the eradication of an entire race with identical sticks? Fuck it, if it helps you take this match seriously, I’ll try.” He looks around and grabs a couple small branches. He takes the large one in his hand and says, “This is Kidd Krazzy before being effected by the attack on masculinity. Strong and solid. Not easy to break.” He grabs the other sticks and bundles them together against “Kidd.” “See how they fit together? These are members of the white race. Together they cannot be broken down. But what’s that? Kidd sees a piece of cultural identity he does not identify with, and it peaks his interest. He goes off to inspect it.” The Kidd stick is separated from the pack and set down on a rock. “No one else is interested in the stupid thing because it is not their business. But Kidd wants to know what it is. Without realizing it, it begins to break him down until he is a shadow of his former self.” Dag breaks the stick in half. “Now the larger group is smaller and weaker. One by one the members straggle off to be courted by the poison of cultural marxism. Did you get any of that?”
Lilith stared down at the sticks for several minutes trying to understand what the hell Dag had just tried to explain to her. She scratches her head and smiles up at Dag finally thinking that she understood him.
“Soooooooo what you're saying is… Twilight Sparkles and Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash are all friends but then one day Twilight Sparkles decides that she wants to go off and be a purple pony who does magics and stuffs and so she leaves her friends and then BOOM!!! Cos Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash are now by themselves they're weaker and more vulnerable and then because of that SMASH WHACK BOOM SLASH!!! They get attacked by wolves and then they get eaten and all the other ponies cry? Is that right, Daggy?” Lilith looks at Dag with big eyes, smiling big at him.
“I… I… well yeah, I guess. Uh, so, actually, it’s more like this. Imagine if all the ponies with wings stuck together, and all the ponies with horns stuck together. Then one day, the ponies with horns started getting pissed off that the ponies with wings didn’t do anything the ponies with horns did. Of course, that’s just common sense, because they don’t have horns. But suddenly a pony with horns became their president or whatever and blamed all the ponies with wings for the horned ponies’ problems. Then some ponies with wings feel bad for shit they didn’t do, and they go apologizing and sucking up to the horned ponies.
“Those ponies become utterly useless, worthless, pathetic scoundrels who are not worthy of their wings. Some of the winged ponies see that and don’t want to become miserable excuses for ponies, so they don’t bend over and let themselves get fucked in the ass by the inferior horned ponies. Then the horned pony president calls them racist! The horned ponies believe them, and the pegasus ponies who are trying to be on the horned ponies’ good side decide they better call the other pegasus ponies racist too. At this point over half the population of pony faggot land hates their opposition, and the sane ones are being targeted, harassed, and outright discriminated against by the actual racists, the horned ponies.
“Through intense brainwashing, appeals to morals and stereotypes, and outright lies, the young ponies are being indoctrinated to believe the bullshit vomited by the horned ponies and their mental slave pegasus ponies, hoping that one day, everyone in pony faggot land ill all think the exact same ay and be manipulated and controlled easily. It’s that simple.”
Lilith blinked at Dag as he finished explaining his pony story. “So wait… which ponies are we and which ponies are Kidd and Mister Sunglasses? And if we're ponies can I be Pinkie Pie? Pleaseeeeee?! You can be… Ummmmmm… Applejack!” Lilith smiles big at Dag already picturing how cute he'd look in an Applejack costume.
“Holy fuck, Lilith, please, just stop. I tried explaining this in the simplest terms I possibly could and you just focused on the bullshit. I already told you Thursday, I am in no terms associating myself with ponies whatsoever.
“But but but… You just told me a whole story all about ponies and I thought that we were the ones with the wings cos the ponies with the wings are the best ones! Everyone knows that!” Lilith looks at Dag as tears came into her eyes. “I don't like you anymore!” And then she partly turned her back on him and huffed at him good.
“Don’t you see this is why I brought you out here?” Dag replied. “You’re too god damn weak, I don’t trust you to go all out and do everything you can to win our match. I checked the card for the next pay per view, and we're fighting Kid and Teddy again. This is our chance to put those two fuckwits out of action indefinitely! This is our only chance to make our lives easier, and I won't have you ruining it because you can’t handle blood and violence. I don’t care if you watched me murder someone slowly and painfully, because you weren't the one doing it. I’m not letting you leave here until I’m satisfied your blood lust is unquenchable, and your desire for destruction is legitimate. Now get down, shut up, and look for a woodland creature to slaughter.”
Lilith found it really really hard not to burst out laughing right now but somehow she managed to push that feeling aside as she turned around to face Dag, crocodile tears in her eyes. “Listen Daggy boy… you told me a story about ponies, I asked you a question about that story and you have not answered it or even finished that stuffs! I am not doing a damn thing til you FINISH YOUR FUCKING PONY STORY!!! ARE WE THE PONIES WITH THE HORNS OR THE ONES THE WINGS?!!! FUCKING TELL ME!!!”
“Lilith---”
“FUCKING TELL ME!!!” At this point Lilith leans over, grabbing hold of Beowulf and pointing her gun directly at his skull. “I’LL DO IT DAG!!! I’LL BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT RIGHT NOW IF YOU DON'T FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!”
Dag is truly set back by this. He definitely had not expected Lilith to lash out like this, not against something she had treated so lovingly. He assesses the situation as Beowulf squirms to get out of her grasp. “I think you’re getting the idea. I really do. I’m glad to see that, Lilith. I just wish you could control it better.
“All you need to do is channel the energy into something you can use. If you could bottle up this rage and unleash it on your enemies, instead of having random fits over unimportant nonsense like this, then you would be one of the most feared competitors in WCF. I’ve actually learned you’re just a little bit like me in that regard, Lily. You can’t help but be irritated by everything around you. Nothing lines up with the way you want the world to be. The key is to ignore the little things, and harness that energy into a weapon you can use when you need it.
“I hope you wouldn’t really hurt that cat. But to see you enter such a state of rage at a moment’s notice is pretty impressive, and it would be even better if you could control it. Learn to control yourself, Lilith, before anyone else does. That’s the key to surviving the white genocide. Learn to control yourself before anyone else does, because there are so many who want to make you their puppet to achieve what they want. If you can’t hide what causes you to act a certain way, then anyone can identify it and use it you their advantage. You don’t want to be a pawn in the destruction of the world, do you? And, yes, in that scenario, you would be the pegasus, an ancient mythological creature of pagan European origins.”
Lilith smiled, once again putting her gun down and letting go of Beowulf, who immediately settles down next to Lilith not realizing the danger he was just in.
“So you're saying we ARE the ponies with the wings? WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY THAT?!! Soooooooo that fucking idiot pokemon character and his sunglasses wearing jackass tag partner are the ones with the horns? WELL FUCK THOSE GUYS!!! BUNCH OF FUCKING PORCH MONKEY ASSHOLES!!! Forget shooting bunny rabbits and stuffs… Imma use this gun to shoot those horned pony fucks! MAJOR GRRRRRRR MODE!!!”
“I’m very glad to hear that but please, keep your voice down! I need to kill something today or I’m going to sleep hungry. I’m a big man, Lily, I need plenty of carbs.”
“We could just shoot the cat… look at it sitting all there all smug and stuffs WHO DIED AND MADE IT QUEEN?!!”
“What did I say about controlling yourself, Lily? Don’t say nonsense just for shock value, and stop threatening my god damn cat for crying out loud. I don’t know which is worse, trying to make him a fat, lazy housecat or pointing a gun at his little head. How about you ignore the cat and focus on the woods. It looks like he smells something.”
Dag and Lilith quiet down as time passes, and soon the sound of footsteps can be heard. In a few more minutes, after Lilith restlessly kneed Dag in the gut a couple of times trying to stay comfortable, a massive wild elk appears trodding through the forest.
“See that?” Dag whispers to Lilith. He points over and she nods. “We’re gonna need both our weapons for this big son of a bitch. Get your gun ready and aim down the scope. Remember where to aim?”
Before Dag could do anything Lilith pounced on top of the silver haired man and pinned him down to the ground.
Lilith: Don't fucking move, Daggy. Looooook its one of those horned ponies now! Stepping up on us like it owns the place! Who the HELL does it think it is?! You stay here i gots this!
Before Dag could do anything Lilith pushed herself up off of her tag partner and made her way over towards the elk, carrying her gun behind her back. “HEY!!! Mister horned pony! Who the hell do you think you are stepping up to us like this! This is our forest and I'll be DAMNED if imma sit here and let some brown furred ASSHOLE FACE step up like this like he owns the damn place!”
The elk looked up at Lilith, Lilith stood her ground and stared at the elk. Several minutes pass with neither one of them making a move as the the elk started to make noises and bang its feet onto the ground.
Lilith: Pfffffft you think that impresses me?! If I wanted to see someone tap dance I'd go to Vegas! They gots idiots who look like you all over the place there!
Before Lilith knew what was going on the elk charged at her as Dag scrambles up out of the fox hole and shouts, “Lilith, you idiot! What are you doing? I told you all you had to do was lie here and pull the trigger! These things have scopes for a reason!” He looks over to Beowulf, sitting confused and agitated by the commotion, but still only sitting there. Dag gets moving towards a better firing position and prepares to put one right between the eyes of the massive charging animal. “If I didn’t need you tomorrow, this would end very differently, Lilith!”
Lilith wasn't listening to a single thing Dag was saying, she was far too busy laughing at the elk who thought he was all big and scary when in actual fact he was not, at least not to Lilith anyway. “You look fucking stupid!”
“Shoot the fucking elk, Lilith!” Dag shouts. He is trying to get a bead on the thing, but Lilith is in the way. There’s only a few meters separating them now. “Get down!”
Lilith doesn't move, not a single inch. As the elk is mere meters away from them she lifts her revolver into the air, points it directly at its skull and pulls the trigger. The elk immediately hits the ground as blood splashes all over Lilith, who had been pushed back, down against the floor, due to the power of the gun. The elk comes to a grinding halt and stops at Liliths feet, gently touching her foot as she wipes the blood away from her face.
“The hell Daggy?! You never told me that horned ponies are full of red stuff! GROSS!!! Ewwwwww it's all over me!”
Dag sprints up to Lilith and stifles a laugh. He can’t help but be slightly impressed by her courage, whether from ignorance or willpower. The elk is dead, just not the way he would’ve liked it. Hopefully the bullet didn’t go into the body through the head and spoil good meat. He helps her to her feet and takes note of her shocked expression.
“That’s about what I’d expect from a little girl like you firing a magnum like that. Maybe next time you should listen to what I tell you? That’s alright though. I really am impressed at your desire to kill that thing. Now help me drag it back, and to celebrate, I’ll let you have a bit of it when it’s all cooked up. Sound good?”
Lilith looks at Dag and rolls her eyes so hard had she done it any harder her eyes would have completely come out of their sockets. “Pffffffffft listen to you?! Bitch bear please! I dealt with the horned pony whilst you were taking a nap in your hole! You clearly need a woman to look after you, Daggy Bear! You're welcome by the way!”
Lilith continues to try and wipe the blood off of herself as she mockingly pats Dag on his shoulder.
“Lilith, I’m the one who told you to just stay put, take aim, and fire, you decided to go charging at a fucking elk. That’s not my fault. You’re lucky, that’s all I can say.”
“Yeah?! YEAH?!! Well who killed it?! ME!!! Next time imma take a nap whilst you do stuffs, Mister thinks he's so good! Just for that you can deal with this all by yourself. Now come along, Daggy, tis getting dark and everyone knows that's when all the weirdos come out…”
Lilith slowly walks away from the scene leaving Dag behind with the dead elk, now refusing to help him carry it.
“Lilith!” Dag shouts. “I can’t carry this myself, it’s gotta be eight hundred pounds!”
Lilith stopped in her tracks, laughing. She finally turned around and walked back over to Dag who she had to admit did look quite cute when he was being all useless and needy like he was right now.
“Well, look who suddenly needs me to help him… again. It's a good job you're so cute is all I can say, Daggy.”
And with that Lilith grabs the elk by its antler and begins dragging it through the woods, by herself, just as quickly as she was walking moments ago. Dag stands there dumbfounded, not quite sure what to make of it. In the end, he figures, hell, that’s the woman he’ll be tagging with Sunday. But it could also be the woman he has to fight for the internet championship.
Dag’s Compound, Outside Portland, OR
6:42 AM
The spirit’s daily birth ritual is only beginning to give life to the newest incarnation of light and life. In an ancient tradition, uninterrupted since its inception, the origins of the phoenix are unveiled. Every morning, the ultimate entity of fire arises from the ashes of the vanquished. It is an unstoppable force, one which will hail the coming of eternity with open embrace. Each moment brings it closer to the end of time and those who perceive it, yet this in itself ensures that its eternal life is undeniable. It is constantly evolving, yet no matter how many opportunities arise, it simply cannot adapt to the one thing which conquers it every night.
Or has it? The phoenix rises, it will always rise, and there is no action which may be undertaken by any force to prevent that from happening. Who’s to say that it's temporary death has not already been perried? If death is not permanent, what power hath the dark forces after all? Why try to avoid the unavoidable, when you can embrace it as well, and work with it? The universe itself can only exist when there is a balance of the very forces created by it and acting to uphold it. If there should arise an imbalance, than that which constitutes the strongest entity will not only destroy its opposition, but it will be so powerful it will destroy itself.
Both life and death, light and dark, and good and evil are necessary in this world. This is a proposition which has been pondered for millennia, as long as those who would question it have been capable of sentient thought. It is so painfully simple, yet so many simply cannot comprehend it, or outright refuse to accept it. Whom, or what, can possibly die, if there is no life? How could we understand what life is, if there is no death to differentiate it from? How can we recognize light or dark if one had never existed? Who can judge what is good, if there is no evil?
It is for this reason, the universe itself is crumbling. The known universe, as far as we can understand the concept of eternity, is necessarily minuscule. Those who are able to accept the fact that we live within a finite space which allows us to recognize life and death, light and dark, and good and evil, and their inextricable intertwining, must reduce the sheer scale of what they are rendering in their minds to a manageable level which they can respond to appropriately. The most fatally conscious inhabitant of this living organism called the universe, dubbed humanity, has reached a point in its understanding of the world where it unfortunately has begun to believe it can change it. Worse, they think they can change it for the better by eradicating that which it does not believe to be good.
By seeking to eliminate the flaws in the world, they are unknowingly actively undermining that which is good. Without realizing it, they threaten to throw the universe into a dangerous imbalance which is entirely unsustainable. The fragile balance of energy can only regulate itself to a certain degree; it is incapable of bouncing back when taken too far to one side. The grand irony is that the elimination of all that is bad will result in the ultimate negative consequence: the destruction of man entirely. Then the balancing act will simply cease to exist, and everything shall consist of nothing, as there is nothing to perceive it. If a tree falls in the woods and nobody's around to hear it, did it really happen?
The rebirth of the sun is the simplest example of this process. Every day, it rises, bringing light to vanquish the darkness, and life energy to harbor the growth of living organisms. It makes no distinction between good and evil, because it knows both must be present, lest neither exist to receive its gift. At dusk, it quietly accepts it fate, knowing that too much of its power is a death sentence for those who would covet it. Darkness brings a time of mystery, and a time for rejuvenation. Those who wish to do bad things may attempt to use it for themselves, but those who use it well and right can do great things.
This morning, the cycle begins again. Through the mostly bare branches of the tall moss covered trees, the light of day begins to cascade down in a brilliant display. It reflects off dew droplets on the lichen, bouncing around without care and settling into the pines of Douglas Firs. Countless small animals just in this relatively small area alone begin to stir and bask in the glorious hints of warmth on this frigid winter’s early dawn. A domestic house cat, a grey and black Norwegian Forest Cat, rustles through the undergrowth, seeking a nice rock to spread itself upon to maximize its morning catch. Beowulf is eager to hunt, but first, he must fully awaken.
As he spots a glint of refraction off the sleek, lightly iced surface of a large stone by a trickling creek, he sprints happily forward, leaving his owner behind. An axe droops low and taps against the holster on his thigh. Dagvald is up early to cut down trees for firewood. He’ll use this time to plan ahead regarding a number of things in his life. The sounds of early morning are a boon to his cognitive ability. He makes the connection between himself and rising sun, and hopes his desperate measures have been successful.
He finds a seemingly ancient, near-death towering tree and unlatches his massive axe. He surveys the area, sees a good direction to let it fall, and steels himself for the first blow. Before swinging, takes one final precaution. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Beowulf lying lazily and contented on the stone. Safe. He braces himself and brings the blade smashing into the trunk. The rush of adrenaline surges through his veins as he hears a vile crack in the thick wood. A second thwomp rings out at the next strike.
As the rhythm develops and it becomes just more background noise. The repetitive nature of the sound helps lul Dag into the ethereal world of his own thoughts. He had several things on his mind. His devotion to ending white genocide in Europe had become even more nuanced with the election of Donald Trump, something he genuinely had not expected to happen. In a sense, he supports Trump, but only so far as it will be the catalyst for the dissolution of the anti-white world order. The established governing bodies have been forcefully ejected from power, and even Obama had been utterly humiliated unlike anything anyone has ever experienced in human history.
No longer will there be an actively anti-white president working with the media and the terrorist organization Black Lives Matter to brainwash the population against an entire race. They will still try to push their narrative of lies and destruction, but now they will be exposed for the corrupt incites of violence that they are by an utterly irrationally blatant commander in chief. The issue here, however, is that Donald Trump may not be a part of the so-called establishment, but simply by becoming the president of the United States of America, he will be, in one way or another, absorbed into the anti-white world order. It always happens. Take Norway’s supposed “far-right extremists” party currently in power, which promised to severely drop off intake of the refugee terrorists. Through brutal strong arm coercion in various forms, under pressure from the United Nations globalist dictatorship, they have bowed to the whims of white genocide and imported their very own destruction just as any other evil establishment party would.
The reality is, Trump is no permanent solution. He is a stop gap temporary measure which had to be taken as a desperate measure before the damage was irreparable. The solution to the problem has not changed: the problem is the solution. In essence, Trump will still lead civilization on the path to destruction, but he will do it with a lot more willingness from the white race to embrace their rightful glorious place in their homeland and heartland. He is exposing the pure hatred of those who oppose the traditional way of life and homogenous society.
He honestly hadn’t anticipated facing such anti-white sentiment in the WCF, but upon reflection, he shouldn’t have been so surprised. When voluntarily going into a hostile setting full of violent buffoons, this ought to have been expected. The subprimal scum who fill that vile company consist of the lowest life forms one could fathom in their worst nightmares. If one were to compile all the typical aspects of a mentally retarded child and a Charles Manson fanboy, you’d have the generic formula for the entire WCF roster.
This holds especially true for Dag’s opponents in his upcoming match. Two of his absolute least favorite fellow wrestlers, Kidd Krazzy and Teddy Blaze, FKA Teo Del Sol, have the misfortune of being placed before him on the opposite side of the ring. Just thinking back on all the insipid bullshit he’s been subjected to by the both of them, he becomes very eager to unleash the intense built up pressure of hate and loathing they've instilled into him. They will soon be made to regret everything they’ve done and said.
He swings his axe yet again and is brought back to reality as he hears the traditional cree-ack which means the tree is near timber. He steps back, assesses his surroundings, and prepares for the fatal blows. He can’t help but imagine the body of the insolent Teddy Blaze in place of the trunk. His head sits atop the thin little mixed race neck. He continues to taunt and underestimate him. He truly does not understand what he is capable of. It is nothing short of enraging.
Has Dag not cemented his place in WCF history? He exploded onto the scene in WCF just over a year ago, and in his relatively short period of time with the company, he challenged for two belts, had the greatest internet title match of all time, ended the career of Jordan Caliban, became International Champion, ended Cormack MacNeil’s career, and joined forces with the greatest WCF Champion of all time, Logan. Hell, he’s never lost his International Championship, either. He should already be in the WCF Hall of Fame. Seth’s lucky he doesn’t care much about his legacy in the company itself. It is merely a tool for him to use to further his agenda.
How dare Teddy act like Dag doesn’t deserve a shot at the Internet Championship? He blatantly said this to him in an ill informed tweet as though it were the truth. The reality is that no one in this company deserves that shot more than him. Dag has worked his ass off ever since he returned, and in those two and a half weeks he’s brought more attention to the internet title than Teddy has ever done.
Thinking about this concept reminds Dag of the little stunt Teddy pulled on the WCF online feed. Issuing an open challenge after Dag was buy, knowing damn well Dag deserved that match. And then Kidd fuckin’ Krazzy ran in and jumped on it. The whole ordeal filled him with renewed rage. He could clearly see Teddy’s image in place of the nearly-collapsed tree. He brings the blade of the axe crashing into the trunk with full force. It isn’t quite enough yet.
“Good. I want you to suffer.”
Blood erupts from the fractured neck in a hot spring jet. The curdling screams of unimaginable agony shatter the natural silence around him. He feels a rush of adrenaline and begins to shake with excitement. He channels the energy into another strike of the axe. Unfortunately, this one slices the head clean off his enemy’s shoulders. The glazed eyes roll into the back of his head as it goes spinning repulsively to the ground.
Only a thunderous boom returns Dag to reality again. He suddenly remembers it’s a tree, not that pathetic manlet, which will be tumbling to the ground. He backs up out of the way and it roars as it snaps the last little fragment holding it to its stump like the Titanic breaking in two. He narrowly avoids falling branches but ends up just fine as the ancient sentinel craters the cold hard earth.
He reflects on his opponents again. The parallel is easy to draw. Teddy thinks he is on top of the world. He’s the self-proclaimed “King of all Media,” former People’s Champion, current Internet Champion, the man who finally beat Zombie McMorris. What he doesn’t realize is how easily the pedestal he sits upon complacently, without any regard for the obvious potential competition, can be brought back down to reality.
With the tree felled, or Teddy’s weakness exposed, it’s time to reduce it to an unrecognizable amalgamation of tiny, unrelated fragments which can never be returned to anything resembling their former “accomplishments.” The door has been kicked in, and now the whole rotten structure will come tumbling down.
Dag assesses where to make his fatal blows. It’s a large tree, but its inside is rotten upon closer inspection, he’s not even sure it will be any good for firewood. He figures fuck it, it’s already cut down, might as well make it useful for once in its life. For far too long now, it’s stood motionless, simply claiming its high position as an accomplishment. It relied entirely on how other people viewed it. Everyone who passed by saw this thing which presented itself as important, relevant, thriving, and intimidating, and just went along with it. Nobody dared question something which seemed so obvious. Not one person bothered to dig just a little deeper, and find on the inside, it had been rotten and collapsing under its own weight for far too long.
The striking similarity almost made Dag burst into laughter. He’d somehow picked a tree, out of all these trees, which perfectly represented Teddy Blaze. Teddy’s biggest claim to fame was, for a good while, the People’s Championship. Could there possibly be a bigger facade than that? When it came down to it, there’s no denying the holder of that belt has to win it and defend it in the ring. But the opportunity for that belt, and the way that champion is treated by the company, that comes down to the support and will of the people. This was the perfect belt for Teddy, or at the time, Teo.
Here is a man so obviously inferior to the competition that he had to leave the country and train in Mexico, where any American could beat any native born at anything whatsoever. He had to drop to the developmental level just to string some wins and feel better about himself. That’s something to be expected from his teammate, the perennial millennial, Kidd Krazzy. He’s the type who clearly appreciates a shiny participation trophy.
It takes a while to chop up the tree, and several more trips to stack it out behind the house. As he carries the last few logs, Beowulf trots up beside him, looks at his hands, and grabs a couple sticks in his mouth, following behind his owner.
A few hours later, while he’s sharpening his axe, he gets a phone call from an unrecognized number. He answers it hesitantly. “Hello?”
“DAGGY BEAR!!!!!!!!!!!” The incredibly high pitched voice screeches from the other end and he yanks his head away from the phone.
Saturday, January 7th, (CURRENT YEAR)
National Hunting Grounds, Near Portland, OR
7:12 AM
Dagvald, Lilith and Beowulf are marching silently through the snow, but some are more silent than others. The only sound coming from Dag and Beowulf are the frigid sighs escaping their nostrils in the winter weather advisory temperatures. Despite the imminent snow, Dag knew there’d still be a good chance something will show up in their crosshairs. It took a lot of effort to consider giving Lilith a firearm, but she turned out to be pretty good with it. She claims she’s never used one before, but Dag doesn’t believe much of what she says and doesn’t see why this should be any different.
The excited look of glee on her face speaks volumes. He doesn’t think she fully understands what they’re out here to do, but she’ll soon find out. Lilith stops in her tracks as she looks up into the tree which Beowulf was currently climbing through. She watched him for a few moments before turning her attention onto Dag.
“I don't believe I has known you for like THISSSSSSS long and you've never once told me how cute cutsie fur ball is! I bet you named him something cute like Tinkerbell or Bootsie Bear, huh? Can… can I has cuddles with him soon? Pleaseeeeee?” Lilith grins big into Dags face, desperately wanting to have cuddles with his kitten.
Dag quickly grows annoyed at her bullshit already. “Forget about the cat, he’s here to point out where the prey is! And no, he doesn’t have a retarded name, his name is Beowulf because he is a skilled and fierce warrior hunter! He doesn’t do ‘cuddles.’ And keep your fucking voice down, you’re gonna scare off every animal in the county.”
“He doesn't do cuddles… YET! You just wait, Daggy, he's going to love them soooooooo much! He just doesn't know it yet!”
“He does know how much he likes scratching posts, and your face might make a good one. Now shut up and stand still for a second, he’s trying to point out where to look.”
Beowulf is standing almost at the tip of a branch, looking intently at a specific direction. He utters a guttural growl and stiffens up. Dag whistles sharply and brings the feline scuttling back down the tree to his side. “This way it is.” He turns and heads down the path pointed out by his cat.
“Awwwwww he's soooooooo cuuuuuute and super smart! Come here, Mistah Cuddles! Lilo wants hugs!”
Lilith sets off as if she's going to launch herself on top of Beowulf but before she can do so Dag holds her back preventing her doing what she wanted much to Liliths annoyance.
“There’s a reason he’s so intelligent, and it’s because he isn’t made out to be a toy for personal amusement by people like you. If I treated him the way you want to he’d by little more than a couch decoration who only gets up when he wants to eat from his bowl. I refuse to fully domesticate Beowulf. He is to be respected one would any other hunter. Now stop focusing on him, shush up, and follow us. We’ve got animals to shoot. You can handle that, right? You’re not gonna freak out over killing a woodland creature?”
Lilith looked at Dag for a few moments, looking down at the gun which she was holding and then back up at Dag again. Lilith got a crazed look in her eyes as she lifted up the gun, pointed it under Dags chin and got uncomfortably close to him, whispering into his ear. “I've done shit you wouldn't believe, babygurl.”
Dag pushes the barrel of the gun from his chin and looks back at Lilith. “We’ve been out here for a half hour and you’ve pointed that thing at me twelve times now.”
“It just mean it likes you, Daggy…
“Whatever. It’s getting old. And don’t call me babygurl. You’re not Logan.”
Lilith giggles and they march on, but Dag is still not convinced Lilith can handle killing an animal. He needs to make sure she won’t show any signs of weakness on Sunday. Knowing how much she loves animals, this is the best test he could think of. Plus, it should give him a good chance to explain to her some of the most important things about his ideology.
They near a known alcove in the forest and Beowulf stops to sniff the air. He can almost point like a good trained hound. He signals to go left and hole up, waiting for the prey to come to them.
“As we wait, Lilith, you need to let me explain some things. There’s a reason I returned to this company, and a reason I need this internet championship. Hopefully I can explain it in terms simple enough for you to understand.” Dag finishes tucking himself into a dug out and turns to see Lilith scrambling to pick up Beowulf as he flops about, desperately trying to avoid capture.
“Lilith! Stop that! What did I say about cuddling Beowulf?”
Dag watches as Beowulf continues to try and scratch Liliths face off. The brunette just will not give up though, she finally manages to pin him down and squeezes him tightly against her chest.
“Awwwwwww see? He likes me!”
“Horseshit! Let him go so he can focus on the hunt! He must not have any distractions. If you coddle and baby him, he'll lose his edge, and I’ll be out several hundred dollars I paid for that pure breed! Just lie out flat and look for elk, bobcats and bears.”
Lilith continues to squeeze the cat tightly as she rubs her face against his. “Don't need to search for cute animals anymore, Daggy. I already found one. I will name him squishy and he will be my squishy!”
Dag has seen enough and rolls over to where Lilith is sitting, twists her ear and grabs her hand, forcing her to let go. Beowulf eagerly scurries out of her grasp, leaving Lilith despaired and pouty looking. She gives him a real childish face, but Beowulf decides to settle in not too far from her, so she just lies out flat and gently pets him as he keeps lookout. Dag doesn’t bother putting up a fight against this, figuring it best to stop as he’s ahead.
“Alright Lily, listen. You don’t seem to fully understand the issues to be had with Kidd and Teddy, or why I want you make sure you won’t screw this up Sunday. There is a conscious effort by the international order controlling the western world to genocide the Caucasian race and replace it with primitive, backwards and inferior races so they may enforce martial law to control them. They are using tools such as homosexuality, feminism, abolition of masculinity, and the abolition of gender to achieve this. Kidd Krazzy represents the effects of this concerted attack.”
Lilith just stares blank faced at Dag for several minutes before finally responding to him. “You knows, sometimes I don't gots a BLUES CLUE what the heck bears you even saying!”
Suppressing anger, Dag responds, “As if that made any sense either. I’m trying to explain hate genocide to you, Lilith. It’s imperative that you understand how serious this is, and its implications on this match. It is our duty to prove ourselves superior over this pathetic pair of manlets who’ve surrendered themselves to the abolition of the Caucasian race. You have to prove that even a girl in an adult’s body can beat the remnants of a man left over from the campaign against men. Don’t you want to prove you can beat a man?”
“Hmmmmmm…yeah, yeah… I gots just ONE question though, Daggy Bear… what the hell is a genieside? Does it make wishes? It sounds super awesome!”
“White genocide is the effort to… fucking hell Lily I just explained this.”
“I wasn't paying attention! Do it again! But this time play it out with sticks! I need to watch it for it to make sense!” Lilith smiles and watches Dag closely, genuinely expecting him to pick up some sticks to demonstrate it to her.
“How the hell am I supposed to demonstrate the eradication of an entire race with identical sticks? Fuck it, if it helps you take this match seriously, I’ll try.” He looks around and grabs a couple small branches. He takes the large one in his hand and says, “This is Kidd Krazzy before being effected by the attack on masculinity. Strong and solid. Not easy to break.” He grabs the other sticks and bundles them together against “Kidd.” “See how they fit together? These are members of the white race. Together they cannot be broken down. But what’s that? Kidd sees a piece of cultural identity he does not identify with, and it peaks his interest. He goes off to inspect it.” The Kidd stick is separated from the pack and set down on a rock. “No one else is interested in the stupid thing because it is not their business. But Kidd wants to know what it is. Without realizing it, it begins to break him down until he is a shadow of his former self.” Dag breaks the stick in half. “Now the larger group is smaller and weaker. One by one the members straggle off to be courted by the poison of cultural marxism. Did you get any of that?”
Lilith stared down at the sticks for several minutes trying to understand what the hell Dag had just tried to explain to her. She scratches her head and smiles up at Dag finally thinking that she understood him.
“Soooooooo what you're saying is… Twilight Sparkles and Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash are all friends but then one day Twilight Sparkles decides that she wants to go off and be a purple pony who does magics and stuffs and so she leaves her friends and then BOOM!!! Cos Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash are now by themselves they're weaker and more vulnerable and then because of that SMASH WHACK BOOM SLASH!!! They get attacked by wolves and then they get eaten and all the other ponies cry? Is that right, Daggy?” Lilith looks at Dag with big eyes, smiling big at him.
“I… I… well yeah, I guess. Uh, so, actually, it’s more like this. Imagine if all the ponies with wings stuck together, and all the ponies with horns stuck together. Then one day, the ponies with horns started getting pissed off that the ponies with wings didn’t do anything the ponies with horns did. Of course, that’s just common sense, because they don’t have horns. But suddenly a pony with horns became their president or whatever and blamed all the ponies with wings for the horned ponies’ problems. Then some ponies with wings feel bad for shit they didn’t do, and they go apologizing and sucking up to the horned ponies.
“Those ponies become utterly useless, worthless, pathetic scoundrels who are not worthy of their wings. Some of the winged ponies see that and don’t want to become miserable excuses for ponies, so they don’t bend over and let themselves get fucked in the ass by the inferior horned ponies. Then the horned pony president calls them racist! The horned ponies believe them, and the pegasus ponies who are trying to be on the horned ponies’ good side decide they better call the other pegasus ponies racist too. At this point over half the population of pony faggot land hates their opposition, and the sane ones are being targeted, harassed, and outright discriminated against by the actual racists, the horned ponies.
“Through intense brainwashing, appeals to morals and stereotypes, and outright lies, the young ponies are being indoctrinated to believe the bullshit vomited by the horned ponies and their mental slave pegasus ponies, hoping that one day, everyone in pony faggot land ill all think the exact same ay and be manipulated and controlled easily. It’s that simple.”
Lilith blinked at Dag as he finished explaining his pony story. “So wait… which ponies are we and which ponies are Kidd and Mister Sunglasses? And if we're ponies can I be Pinkie Pie? Pleaseeeeee?! You can be… Ummmmmm… Applejack!” Lilith smiles big at Dag already picturing how cute he'd look in an Applejack costume.
“Holy fuck, Lilith, please, just stop. I tried explaining this in the simplest terms I possibly could and you just focused on the bullshit. I already told you Thursday, I am in no terms associating myself with ponies whatsoever.
“But but but… You just told me a whole story all about ponies and I thought that we were the ones with the wings cos the ponies with the wings are the best ones! Everyone knows that!” Lilith looks at Dag as tears came into her eyes. “I don't like you anymore!” And then she partly turned her back on him and huffed at him good.
“Don’t you see this is why I brought you out here?” Dag replied. “You’re too god damn weak, I don’t trust you to go all out and do everything you can to win our match. I checked the card for the next pay per view, and we're fighting Kid and Teddy again. This is our chance to put those two fuckwits out of action indefinitely! This is our only chance to make our lives easier, and I won't have you ruining it because you can’t handle blood and violence. I don’t care if you watched me murder someone slowly and painfully, because you weren't the one doing it. I’m not letting you leave here until I’m satisfied your blood lust is unquenchable, and your desire for destruction is legitimate. Now get down, shut up, and look for a woodland creature to slaughter.”
Lilith found it really really hard not to burst out laughing right now but somehow she managed to push that feeling aside as she turned around to face Dag, crocodile tears in her eyes. “Listen Daggy boy… you told me a story about ponies, I asked you a question about that story and you have not answered it or even finished that stuffs! I am not doing a damn thing til you FINISH YOUR FUCKING PONY STORY!!! ARE WE THE PONIES WITH THE HORNS OR THE ONES THE WINGS?!!! FUCKING TELL ME!!!”
“Lilith---”
“FUCKING TELL ME!!!” At this point Lilith leans over, grabbing hold of Beowulf and pointing her gun directly at his skull. “I’LL DO IT DAG!!! I’LL BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT RIGHT NOW IF YOU DON'T FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!”
Dag is truly set back by this. He definitely had not expected Lilith to lash out like this, not against something she had treated so lovingly. He assesses the situation as Beowulf squirms to get out of her grasp. “I think you’re getting the idea. I really do. I’m glad to see that, Lilith. I just wish you could control it better.
“All you need to do is channel the energy into something you can use. If you could bottle up this rage and unleash it on your enemies, instead of having random fits over unimportant nonsense like this, then you would be one of the most feared competitors in WCF. I’ve actually learned you’re just a little bit like me in that regard, Lily. You can’t help but be irritated by everything around you. Nothing lines up with the way you want the world to be. The key is to ignore the little things, and harness that energy into a weapon you can use when you need it.
“I hope you wouldn’t really hurt that cat. But to see you enter such a state of rage at a moment’s notice is pretty impressive, and it would be even better if you could control it. Learn to control yourself, Lilith, before anyone else does. That’s the key to surviving the white genocide. Learn to control yourself before anyone else does, because there are so many who want to make you their puppet to achieve what they want. If you can’t hide what causes you to act a certain way, then anyone can identify it and use it you their advantage. You don’t want to be a pawn in the destruction of the world, do you? And, yes, in that scenario, you would be the pegasus, an ancient mythological creature of pagan European origins.”
Lilith smiled, once again putting her gun down and letting go of Beowulf, who immediately settles down next to Lilith not realizing the danger he was just in.
“So you're saying we ARE the ponies with the wings? WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY THAT?!! Soooooooo that fucking idiot pokemon character and his sunglasses wearing jackass tag partner are the ones with the horns? WELL FUCK THOSE GUYS!!! BUNCH OF FUCKING PORCH MONKEY ASSHOLES!!! Forget shooting bunny rabbits and stuffs… Imma use this gun to shoot those horned pony fucks! MAJOR GRRRRRRR MODE!!!”
“I’m very glad to hear that but please, keep your voice down! I need to kill something today or I’m going to sleep hungry. I’m a big man, Lily, I need plenty of carbs.”
“We could just shoot the cat… look at it sitting all there all smug and stuffs WHO DIED AND MADE IT QUEEN?!!”
“What did I say about controlling yourself, Lily? Don’t say nonsense just for shock value, and stop threatening my god damn cat for crying out loud. I don’t know which is worse, trying to make him a fat, lazy housecat or pointing a gun at his little head. How about you ignore the cat and focus on the woods. It looks like he smells something.”
Dag and Lilith quiet down as time passes, and soon the sound of footsteps can be heard. In a few more minutes, after Lilith restlessly kneed Dag in the gut a couple of times trying to stay comfortable, a massive wild elk appears trodding through the forest.
“See that?” Dag whispers to Lilith. He points over and she nods. “We’re gonna need both our weapons for this big son of a bitch. Get your gun ready and aim down the scope. Remember where to aim?”
Before Dag could do anything Lilith pounced on top of the silver haired man and pinned him down to the ground.
Lilith: Don't fucking move, Daggy. Looooook its one of those horned ponies now! Stepping up on us like it owns the place! Who the HELL does it think it is?! You stay here i gots this!
Before Dag could do anything Lilith pushed herself up off of her tag partner and made her way over towards the elk, carrying her gun behind her back. “HEY!!! Mister horned pony! Who the hell do you think you are stepping up to us like this! This is our forest and I'll be DAMNED if imma sit here and let some brown furred ASSHOLE FACE step up like this like he owns the damn place!”
The elk looked up at Lilith, Lilith stood her ground and stared at the elk. Several minutes pass with neither one of them making a move as the the elk started to make noises and bang its feet onto the ground.
Lilith: Pfffffft you think that impresses me?! If I wanted to see someone tap dance I'd go to Vegas! They gots idiots who look like you all over the place there!
Before Lilith knew what was going on the elk charged at her as Dag scrambles up out of the fox hole and shouts, “Lilith, you idiot! What are you doing? I told you all you had to do was lie here and pull the trigger! These things have scopes for a reason!” He looks over to Beowulf, sitting confused and agitated by the commotion, but still only sitting there. Dag gets moving towards a better firing position and prepares to put one right between the eyes of the massive charging animal. “If I didn’t need you tomorrow, this would end very differently, Lilith!”
Lilith wasn't listening to a single thing Dag was saying, she was far too busy laughing at the elk who thought he was all big and scary when in actual fact he was not, at least not to Lilith anyway. “You look fucking stupid!”
“Shoot the fucking elk, Lilith!” Dag shouts. He is trying to get a bead on the thing, but Lilith is in the way. There’s only a few meters separating them now. “Get down!”
Lilith doesn't move, not a single inch. As the elk is mere meters away from them she lifts her revolver into the air, points it directly at its skull and pulls the trigger. The elk immediately hits the ground as blood splashes all over Lilith, who had been pushed back, down against the floor, due to the power of the gun. The elk comes to a grinding halt and stops at Liliths feet, gently touching her foot as she wipes the blood away from her face.
“The hell Daggy?! You never told me that horned ponies are full of red stuff! GROSS!!! Ewwwwww it's all over me!”
Dag sprints up to Lilith and stifles a laugh. He can’t help but be slightly impressed by her courage, whether from ignorance or willpower. The elk is dead, just not the way he would’ve liked it. Hopefully the bullet didn’t go into the body through the head and spoil good meat. He helps her to her feet and takes note of her shocked expression.
“That’s about what I’d expect from a little girl like you firing a magnum like that. Maybe next time you should listen to what I tell you? That’s alright though. I really am impressed at your desire to kill that thing. Now help me drag it back, and to celebrate, I’ll let you have a bit of it when it’s all cooked up. Sound good?”
Lilith looks at Dag and rolls her eyes so hard had she done it any harder her eyes would have completely come out of their sockets. “Pffffffffft listen to you?! Bitch bear please! I dealt with the horned pony whilst you were taking a nap in your hole! You clearly need a woman to look after you, Daggy Bear! You're welcome by the way!”
Lilith continues to try and wipe the blood off of herself as she mockingly pats Dag on his shoulder.
“Lilith, I’m the one who told you to just stay put, take aim, and fire, you decided to go charging at a fucking elk. That’s not my fault. You’re lucky, that’s all I can say.”
“Yeah?! YEAH?!! Well who killed it?! ME!!! Next time imma take a nap whilst you do stuffs, Mister thinks he's so good! Just for that you can deal with this all by yourself. Now come along, Daggy, tis getting dark and everyone knows that's when all the weirdos come out…”
Lilith slowly walks away from the scene leaving Dag behind with the dead elk, now refusing to help him carry it.
“Lilith!” Dag shouts. “I can’t carry this myself, it’s gotta be eight hundred pounds!”
Lilith stopped in her tracks, laughing. She finally turned around and walked back over to Dag who she had to admit did look quite cute when he was being all useless and needy like he was right now.
“Well, look who suddenly needs me to help him… again. It's a good job you're so cute is all I can say, Daggy.”
And with that Lilith grabs the elk by its antler and begins dragging it through the woods, by herself, just as quickly as she was walking moments ago. Dag stands there dumbfounded, not quite sure what to make of it. In the end, he figures, hell, that’s the woman he’ll be tagging with Sunday. But it could also be the woman he has to fight for the internet championship.