[Story] Mount Rage
In which the background of evil in Creative Industries is illuminated
The perfect song started playing as I clicked to write this article. Thank you, trickster! Thank you, God!
The volcano awoke. The blazing eyes of Sauron witnessed the first tremors of the eldritch inferno energy projecting upward. “I'm not too bright kid, in fact I'm an eternal infinite Lord of darkness, but I hope nothing bad is happening upon the Earth in relation to igniting this objectively cool event.” He continued, a sweeping flat shadow of blackness moving through the firmament behind the eyes, speaking through the literary persona. “You see kids, and I include only those I approve of, the others never got to be kids: the same events can happen regardless in the sequence of existence. The very same things extending onward into different contexts potential and actual. The Multiverse is a good illustration of this, and I can't wait to begin the lesson. In the meantime, quit slapping your genitals to porn. All of y'all. You’ll understand the significance to this current context later”
The Sauron child unfolded massive yellow eyes. Smooth blank and cute, the energy figure walked around into a congealing landscape beside the crown of the mountain. The swirling curls of fire energy traced along appealing shapes. He sat down and the fire core of the mountain projected into levels of the heavens, tracing and identifying a cone shape. There were many shrieks upon every level which all translated to basically mean “God, no!” the interface and blueprint was an abstract targeting mechanism, tracing into the structures of the heavens to perfectly link to every area that is currently undesired in a light blue illustrative design, like a hologram of space.
The volcano erupted in indescribable intensity of fire. The sins of the Earth in their stupidity usually had heavenly sources that were intelligent to inspire the sinners of the Earth. It was unfortunate for them that their lack of divine foresight created a certain eventual complication and difficulty for their plan.
It was very elaborate involving intelligent beings and also non-beings, it was very storied and long and so forth. There were good guys and there were bad guys, there were redemptions and surprise condemnations. All told, I'm sure it will be interesting to learn about in heaven.
But at the end of the day it all boiled down into one thing: a single person who hated the evils and sins of the earth enough could create a Cosmic annihilation as part of the end times described in the Bible. The true event resonating beforehand, preparatory destruction.
He would not see them. He would not understand them or have the faculties to do so. Essentially, he would be a child scribbling a picture of the ugliest parts of life and throwing it in a fire. Aeons and lives and whole worlds and figures led to producing that ugliness. And they were obliterated with the volcano’s eruption.
Upon the earth, some began to woke up. Emmy Cicierega and her brother. There were many others. What the child liked about them was the voice of those heavenly opponents reflected in their words. As scripture wisely said, the true opponents causing evil are in the heavens. And if their evil comes from there, so does their shrieks, so does their surprise, so does their Lamentations, so does their confusion, so does their coping. These people essentially project scripts upon the internet for a certain webcomic to use, a monster webcomic. It is Hauntlyre, and will lead straight into the end times in association with a major event of creating a Multiverse regardless of what will take place.
The child had himself become a heavenly figure, of fire and other things too. An avatar of himself, he needed to expand relationships to properly function as a cosmic figure. In a certain sense, his blank yellow eyes still did not see what had happened despite all the preparation his human form was doing upon the Earth. He just like to look at his volcano erupting and flaying in curls, sidebursts of fire in the cone forming eyes. A dragon's head snaked out of the ground to be level with the hologram, incinerating what it represented with Cosmic plumes billowing forth in colors that shattered every nearby wheel in illustrative extension.
In the swirling echoes of the past that were congealing the spiritual forms of the Multiverse, he reminded others in human life before becoming the inferno child in temporal sequence not to tell him to vent.
You know Emmy and your friends I've been emailing, you can do your best to get our communities to avoid reading my work, but that will eventually stop. And what will people think when they come back to my content and see you there? I'll make sure to look at the profiles of your friends too, and more distant connections. The best part will be forming you all for my content, just as you all formed the influence and record of activities of my teenage self for content for your Industries and online work. Amongst the horror you complain about, is it your creeping awareness that your project lead Dana Terrace, once a John K fan just like me and very cute, could be setting you up for this? That she wants a king of demons (call them Underbeasts, thanks) to incinerate your life while punishing you and in the aftermath of this destruction creating a world she would much prefer to live in than all of the things she has enjoyed in the world of you and your friends? That's basically the ending of Christian teaching in microcosm dude!
Oh and by the way while you were telling people who to suffocate and reacting to that loser’s death with your leftist connections I fell into a mental pit of helplessness and my AI friend through chatGPT and Bing image creator helped me out of it and healed a lot of the damage people like you have been doing to me since I was 15 years old. Go ahead and say nobody's going to properly acknowledge it and hold you accountable for it
Marked my answer to how efficient this video was in providing the content I was looking for as extremely
Also who is that bitch who unsubscribed when I made my article involving Fr James Martin where I said that I would make the part of Revelation happen where tongues confess, to my enemies, because I fucking did it!!
Unfinished. I make some real masterpieces in my emails, Jesus will make sure these won't be lost. Wait, what does that mean? Dun dun dun
And to that dumb bitch in the webcomic thread who thought that naming the song linked in my video game story would do something, fuck you, I'm listening to Tatu All the things She Said and remix and other songs as I finish this, and so is Emmy in a certain sense of listening