In the early 21st century, two mighty forces were engaged in Holy War. It was a battle between those who followed the
Lamb of God and those who followed the Prince of Liars. The world was galvanized between Zionist and Muslim forces, those poor,
foolish souls who did not take sides were soon consumed by those who did.

The Muslims, who followed the Prince of Liars, ignited an Unholy Fire against the Zionists and children of the Lamb.

The Lamb of God was angry, and responded in kind with a greater, Holy Fire.

Millions were consumed by both the Holy and Unholy fire. Great cities were wiped out and burned to ash.

All was not right, however, as an observer from Yggdrasil became enraged at the unleashed Fire.

"I am death, and I am the bringer of silence. They have tampered with my Will and my Duty. For that they must pay."

As the world reeled and wringed its wrists from its use of the Holy Fire, the Valkryie from Yggdrasil came to Earth once more.

"The world has abused the harnessing of the stars, now unleashed upon the Earth. I am death, Destroyer of Worlds."

The Earth stalemated itself and both sides declared victory and went on with their shallow lives. The Valkryie was enraged further.

"You dare tempt your own fate with Ragnarok?! I shall send a thief of life to rectify this!"

The Valkyrie came to me in my sleep. She had black hair, black as midnight coal. Her skin was so pale she almost glowed. Her violet eyes were both angry and serene. She was clad in a skirt and blouse made of a violet Fabric that was dull and grim. She wore knee high jackboots and atop her head was a tiara encrusted in gold.

"I am Hotaru. I am the Destroyer of Worlds. Your feats in battle have not gone unnoticed. Kill for me, and I shall grant you freedom from both Heaven and Hell. I shall grant you entrance into the Mighty Gates of Valhalla."

I was struck dumb by the Valkyrie's words.

"Oh Hotaru, I am but a humble mercenary. How can I kill for you?"

She tilted her head slightly left and straightened it.

"I shall grant you strength over death. No bullet may harm you, no knife may cut you, no poison may kill you. I want you to slaughter the followers of the Prince of Liars. You must go back to Babylon and kill them."

"Oh Hotaru, how may I get there? I have no means of travel?"

"I shall grant you passage. Gather your weapons, gird yourself in your vestments of battle. Move with haste, for time is a fleeting stranger!"

I jumped out of my bed, with a leap and a start. I went to my closet and quickly put on my shirt and desert BDU pants. I laced up my combat boots, and donned my MOLLE plate carrier. I retrieved my SIG P226 .357 Sig handgun and my Colt 6920 M4 from the closet and all the ammo I could carry. I fetched my tanto blades and I was ready.

"Oh Mighty Valkryie, I am ready to shed blood for you!"

With that Hotaru nodded, and I was there.

They were dancing in the streets, the filthy mongrels. Their brown skin and horrible yellow teeth. Their smell of goat and falafel. It sickened me.
They were praising Muhammed, that bastard Prince of Liars and the blood of a thousand Viking ancestors filled my veins.

I put the selector on AUTO and started cutting them down and reloading like a maniac. The first few in their little bastard parade caught almost 80 rounds of 77gr hollowpoints between three mag chances. They winced and fell to the ground dead and bleeding. I was so overcome by the Viking RAGE that I screamed a bloody howl and proceeded to stab the next few with my Tanto blade. I cut through them like they were weeds of flesh, and I was a happy gardener. I slit their throats and cut out their guts. I pierced their hearts and gouged their eyes. I screamed a number of obscenities mixed with unintelligible howls of Viking Lore. I cut through the crowd slaughtering Men, Women, and Children. I stomped their skulls until they cracked under my boot. I stabbed and stabbed and stabbed until blood splattered and drained every which way.

Those not stunned in a vile horror tried to fight back with their AK-47s and their pistols. Hotaru had made good on her word as Valkryie and a Lady. The bullets did not stop me. My strength felt one thousand fold, and I could almost see through the red curtain of blood in my eyes a silent legion of Viking Warriors cheering me on.

Some of their milita came in jeeps and trucks and found their weapons to be ineffective against my rage. I ran out of ammo in my rifle and the blade of my knife broke at the hilt. I pulled out my pistol and started double tapping them all in the chest. The high velocity .357 Sig round went through their body armor and their chest cavities. They grimaced as their chests exploded and their bodies collapsed to the ground like dead weight. After eight magazines, I had expended all my pistol ammo. I picked up their bastard AK rifles from that bastard country of Russia, who followed the foolishness of Liberal Communism and with the rage of a million Fascist Vikings I shot the rest of the women and children in the back. Their horrible parade for Muhammed the Prince of Liars and Bastards had come to a gruesome and grim end under the might of a single Viking Mercenary.

They called their bastard National Guard who rolled in with tanks and shot me with their Cannons and Coaxials. I laughed at the feeble attempts as the shells went through my body but did not kill me. I found an RPG amongst the pile of a hundred dead camel jockeys and shot the tank between the turret and body. The turret rocked and the cannon bent at the chamber. Noxious fumes from the impacted armor started to fill the tank as the bastard tank crew exited. I shot them all with the FN P90 I took from one of their dead police men that I killed in my initial onslaught. The small rounds pierced their bodies and they all died screaming in agony praying to a bastard god.

I continued like this for hours until I eventually killed the whole country. The event was legendary around the world. All men feared the awesome might and grew emboldened against Communism and the Prince of Liars.

Hotaru then came by after I killed them all. I was caked in so much blood that I never knew if it would ever wash off.

I knelt before her awesome presence. "Oh Mighty Valkyrie, I have done thy bidding. I have slaughtered those you wanted dead".

"Rise, brave Viking. For you have gained entrance into the mighty gates of Valhalla. Your feats will be Legendary and you shall drink with Odin, Thor, and Freya. This hellhole of a planet is not worth keeping around. I shall destroy this universe for the people on this planet are bastards who cannot accept the holiness of a Fascist World. They will subvert themselves to a new false religion and a false doctrine of Democracy and Communism. But first, your holy reward."

With that Hotaru came forward and leaned her head toward mine. She closed her eyes and cave me a soft kiss on my lips. She was soft and the feeling was electrifying. To think that Odin's Chosen Valkyrie of Death and Silence would bless me, a bastard Mercenary with such a gift.

Though she kissed me briefly, it felt like an eternity. She slowly disengaged from the kiss, gave me a smile.

"Accept your reward, brave Viking. Deine Ehre heisst Gross und Treuen".

With that she took her glaive, and decapitated my head from my bod.

From the mighty gates of Valhalla, I watched as she brought silence to the Earth. Odin hoisted mead with me and proclaimed me one of his Sons. Hotaru took my hand ever night and walked with me throughout the fields of Asgard, clad not in her warrior's garb, but rather her cotton gown.

If tears were allowed in Mighty Valhalla, I would have shed a tear of thanks and a tear of joy.

GIMBOB FART! >:D

CHAPTER 2:

Was it all a dream? A vivid, waking dream. Could it be so simple that the world would accept fascism and it's holy purity?

I did not know the answer to that. I could seeit all, myself walking with Hotaru in the fields of Asgard. She gave me eternity in Valhalla.

But earning a place in Valhalla is not so simple. I had not seen Hotaru before or since. She was an elusive figure, haunting my dreams. Her delicate and pure white skin, her black hair, and her violet eyes.

Though I prayed to her and Odin every day to deliver me from this hellhole of a planet. I knew that one day they would answer. The world needed to suffer for it's embrace of primitive cultures and its rejection of Fascism. It needed punishment. That punishment resided in me.

Once again I put on my black shirt and 5.11 pants. I put on my thigh rig and gunbelt. I loaded up my Glock 21 .45 ACP and put the four extra magazines in my gunbelt. I took the Colt SMG 9MM and loaded it with 124 Grain Jacketed Hollowpoints. I had five magazines total. They would get me through the front door, but they wouldn't last. I put my extra knives in the back of my belt. I loaded up the FN FAL and the Serbu shotgun. They would go in the car with me.

I was going to destroy a crackhouse. It was full of black people. They had decided to ruin an otherwise decent and white neighborhood with their drugs and their crime. Robberies, burglaries, and car thefts were on the rise. It was nothing that would turn the world around, but it would be a good start for my vengeance. It would bring me one step closer to Valhalla.

I slowly pulled up to the driveway with my lights off. There were several cars in the yard and everyone was playing rap music and singing and laughing and having a good time.

I was going to make sure this was not going to last. I stopped the car and immediately brought the Colt 9MM SMG to my shoulder and started canvassing the area with fire.

I shot several the darkies no more than 3 meters away. They were all scrambling and shouting. "It da Po'leese! It da Po'leese!". I reloaded and continued shooting as the 9MM JHP rounds penetrated their black bodies and I could see the grisly results by how reddened and carmine their white T-shirts became. One of them pulled out a cheap pistol. It was Chrome. I gave him a small burst to the face and could see, very briefly, chunks of teeth and skull flying from his exploded face. I think I even ruptured one of his eyeballs.

Hollowpoints are wonderful, aren't they?

This went on for a few seconds longer when I ran completely out of 9MM SMG magazines. I immediately proceeded to the door and tossed in a White Phosphorous grenade.

It emitted a loud and audible CRACK and pooooffFFF. I could hear by the screams coming from inside the dwelling that I hit a well populated area of the house. I took the Serbu and proceeded inside the dimly lit crackhouse. There were whores, children, and more than a few black men inside. I immediately started shooting them with the sawed off pump shotgun. I was using flechette rounds and could see the immediate effects. Flesh was peeled off at the bone and the wadding penetrated their center mass. I killed four with three shells. Not bad. One of them reached for a rusted SKS rifle with an extended magazine. Too slow, darky. I pulled my Glock 21 and gave him two well placed shots to his cranium. Blood leaked out of his open wound and also ran down his nose.

Whoever tried to run got shot in the back. I think I killed most of them. The women whores and the bastard children were still in the house. They though I was the police. How horribly wrong they were. Not wanting to waste ammo on them, I simply started pouring gasoline all about the small crackhouse and told them to stay put. They complied, thinking they were under arrest.

Once I left the front door, I tossed in a book of matches and set the crackhouse ablaze. The conflagration was strengthened by all of the drug paraphrenalia. I could hear more screams from the women and children. Music to my ears.

Whoever ran out of the house to escape the holy fire was cut down by me and the FN FAL. Eventually the real police could be heard coming to the house with lights and sirens. I was low on ammo, and did not feel like fighting with the police. I got back into the car and sped off.

I said a silent prayer to Odin and Hotaru. Giving them the tribute of the night's slaughter. Hoping this would put me a step closer to Valhalla. I knew it would not be enough. I needed to kill in Hotaru's name.

As I returned to my lair, I sat naked before a candle lit altar and offered more tribute to Hotaru and her sacred planet Saturn.

"Oh Hotaru, Valkyrie of Death, Odin's Chosen Warrior, I kill each day in your name. I pray that with every bastard I kill, that I gain further into your glory. My life for you Hotaru. Order me! Give me a sign."

After praying, I masturbated into a chalice and then cut myself and bled into the chalice. I then drank its contents and screamed for Valkyries.

Slumber was a hard rabbit to catch. But finally, I found him.

In the darkness of my dreams, I saw a holy light. A naked image appeared before me but was too brilliant to look at directly.

"Oh fallen Warrior," it chimed "you have called for me, and I am here. I gave you the vision of the Holy War against the Muslims, Communists, and Democrats. I gave you the vision of slaughtering for me, and you have taken the first steps. I shall grant you power and immortality for all blood shed in my name. When you have killed sufficiently, I will admit you into Valhalla."

"Hotaru, is that you Hotaru?! MY LIFE FOR YOU!!!!"

I awoke.

I knew that I had more killing to do. I would have to perform more bizarre murders. I would have to kill many more people.

I had to bring about Ragnarok.

I sat in my room for days contemplating the vision further. I would masturbate, I would cut myself with my knife, and I would pray to Hotaru.

I then heard a noise out of doors and went to see. It was another black thug screaming and shouting about how bad ass he was. He needed to die. I threw on my clothes and went outside.

"Man wat da fuck up, folk?! Why you be all up in mah hood?!"

Without saying a word I grabbed him and beat him in the face with my gloved hand until he lost consciousness.

I took him inside of my lair and took him to the bathroom.

I threw his nude, black body into the bathtub and started chanting a Nordic prayer to Hotaru. I worked myself into a rage, a BERSERKER rage. I took a small 20 pound sledge and proceeded to beat his black body. I beat him and pounded on his flesh until it became bruised and finally started to bleed. I cracked open his skull and broke his jaw off at the hinge. I beat him for hours and eventually days.

He was nothing more than a blackened and bloodie pulp. I then masturbated inside of the grue. I chanted to Hotaru, offering her this rotten bounty. Then I scooped up the mealed bone and the putrefacted flesh and masturbated in it further. I knew where this one lived and I ended up leaving the young man's flesh and grue in a bucket on his mother's porch with a note.

"HIS FLESH WAS GOOD"

I spent the better half of a week masturbating and screaming for Hotaru. No more black people came by the lair.

GOD WHY WOULDN'T HOTARU HEED MY WARRIOR'S CALL!?

I then cut myself and drank my own blood and jizz.

Had Hotaru forsaken me?

In another vision, Hotaru came to me once more:

"Warrior, you have sacrified a monkey. Are you daft? I want more blood. Pure blood. I want the guts of a thousand virgins. I want the breasts of a thousand whores. I want the head of a thousand muslims. But I will grant you some motivation.

She granted me a kiss on my chapped and bloody lips. It was so soft and electrifying. She smelled like the springs of a Celtic Moor. She tasted like blackberries. She was as soft as three layers of silk.

I awoke and cut myself. It was penance for not sacrificing better for Hotaru.

But tomorrow was another day.

CHAPTER 3

HOTARU IS BECOME FLESH

Tomorrow came swiftly beyond my incubus.

And then it appeared before me. It was Hotaru as of a flesh bound creature. She was clad in her warriors garb, her deep purple skirty, her sailor style blouse, her golden tiara, and her purple jackboots. She had in her hand a glaive and she was astride a pale white horse with six legs. The horse was Sleipnir

"Oh fallen Warrior, you have sacrificed your own flesh and the flesh of the undermen for me. You know what you must do. You know who you must kill. You must kill the world. You must unleash Ragnarok. It will not be easy, but you must. Your road will be long and lonely, but remember your reward will be eternity in Valhalla with me. You cannot die, you will never die from their weapons or their fists. Will you kill for me?"

She smiled a slightly subdued smile. God she was so beautiful. She was pure as driven snow.

"Oh Gotterin, Ich liebe dich soll mehr. Nimmermehr wolle ich deine glauben furgehst."

She smiled once more and she jetted off astride Sleipnir.

I quickly got out of bed and went to the closet and got the Colt 9MM SMG and started loading some JHP rounds. I then got the shotgun and began loading it. I opted to bring the 1911 with me instead of the Glock 21. I loaded it with Hollow points as well. I put on my Leather Jacket and my black leather gloves.

I went to the trunk of my Plymouth and put a LAWS rocket in the trunk along with the M249 SAW. Hotaru wanted the heads of Muslims, and I was going to give it to her.

I drove to a mosque deeper in the city. They were having an evening service and would be praying to the Prince of Liars, Muhammed. I took the LAWS rocket and fired a round through the front door. It erupted into an explosion and caught everyone by surprise. The parking lot soon flooded with people garbed in robes and with rags atop their heads. I started firing with the SAW and began cutting them down. I kept firing and firing until a police cruiser came to the scene and I fired at it. The engine block erupted from the sheer volume of 5.56 rounds being fired into it and the police officers inside, clearly outgunned, ran clear of the hail of bullets not even trying to shoot back.

I emptied the drum. At a glance I saw the bullet riddled bodies of the damned ragheads. Blood flowed freely from their corpses.

I put the SAW back in the trunk and closed it. I brought my Colt SMG to a ready position and moved deliberately to the steps of the Mosque. Whoever squirmed or twitched got a burst of 9MM in the back of the head. One did, and I shot him in the back of the head. The exit wound was in his forehead and blood and brains spilled out of the wound.

Inside the mosque I could see a lot of raghead crap and I spat on the altars and on the paintings that adorned it. There were people hiding inside and I shot them with the SMG. Their bodies rocked violently as they fell dead to the ground. I then went to the center of the Mosque and defecated on the Moon Shrine.
I uttered many blasphemies of Muhammed while praising Odin and Hotaru. I screamed and I roared. The two police officers came inside and they had back up. A whole SWAT team and they entered guns blazing. I was shot with M4 Carbines, HK MP5s, and Remington 870s. The bullets and shot riddled my body, but I did not fall. Hotaru has blessed me with physical invulnerabilty.

I then switched the Colt to semi automatic and proceeded to deliberately, yet swiftly kneecap the officers. I did not want to kill them, but they were in my way. Some backed off so as not to get shot and others were shot in the leg and thigh. I tried not to shoot the Femoral artery. I then started lighting fires on the curtains and the wood of the mosque to burn it to the ground as I chanted a Nordic prayer paying honor to Hotaru and Odin. I exited the Mosque and more officers tried to shoot me. I merely shot them in the stomach and the kneecaps with my Colt and my 1911. I then got back into the black Plymouth and sped off.

In my rearview mirror, I could see the mosque burning. But I knew I had forgotten to take their heads. Some of them had been burned and blown apart from the initial blast of the LAWS rocket, but that was not enough. I knew I had to take a head.

So I went to the Pakistani part of town and entered a gas station. They were they were there with their brown, dirty skin. I had managed to evade the police, but they were watching on TV.

"It's the Maniac!" they shouted as they recognized my description.

Without saying a word I started shooting them with my 1911. I shot two of them in the chest and one in the head with the .45.

The potent round caused them to tremble and fall on their knees and their faces. I then grabbed the clerk from behind the counter. I pulled his hair and forced his head back as I took my Tanto blade and slit his throat and began to saw through the arteries, gristle, and bone until his head came off. I then did the same to the others in the store.

Would it be enough? I decided to burn the store down. I poured lighter fluid on the flammable papers and product on the store and set it ablaze. As I exited I went to the gas pumps and started pumping gas and held the pump lever to where gas flowed freely. I then lit a match and watched the pumps explode.

I got back into the plymouth and carefully drove back to my lair.

I stood naked in front of my mirror and saw my wounds. I had been shot and was not bleeding though I had holes in my body.

Hotaru had truly blessed me. I then tried to cut my wrists with my knife and found that while it hurt, I could not bleed.

It had worked, Hotaru was blessing me. I took the heads of the ragheads and placed them on the altar for Hotaru. Their dead, fixed eyes stared back at me, though I knew there was nothing behind them.

I said a prayer to Hotaru, hoping she would come to me again.

She did not. I knew I would have to kill more. The whole world needed killing.

If only I knew how to start Ragnarok.

It would sure be one hell of a party, when Ragnarok comes around.

I got some pizza and turned on the TV. I saw the news reports of my exploits at the mosque. The reporters said it was a Hate Crime. Hate Crime? Is it a crime to hate? I did not care, for Society no longer meant anything to me.

Only Hotaru meant anything to me. I knew that I would have to kill more people. I finished my pizza and went to look in the mirror. My eyes had turned a pale shade of grey and seemed to be dilated. Was I already dead or between death.

I felt dizzy and fell backward.

"Oh Fallen Warrior, can you hear me?"

"Yes, oh yes, is that you Hotaru?"

"Aye, it is. You have done well, but it is not enough. You need to do more if you wish to enter Valhalla. You need to go back to Babylon."

"Wait, didn't that happen before? Didn't you send me to Babylon and then you...you.."

"That was a pleasant Vision, Warrior. I cannot put you there on my own. There is a man, who will deliver you by means of boat. He will deliver you there for a price. You will leave tomorrow and return to Babylon. You must destroy Mecca. You must burn Babylon to pave the way for my return."

Hotaru gave me another smile and was gone.

I awoke screaming in anger that my Valkryie had left me once more.

I knew what I had to do

This story rules.

lol the next time one of em says hay man whut da fuk ima shoot a bazooka at his face.

This fucking rules MOAR!

Racists >/

I either don't think this is funny. To be satiric it is not written well enough.
All it manages to do is being offensive. Great work, really. irony

Die with your boots on.

It is Hotaru's Will!

Other than that, excellent story. You should write more.

Will there ever be any more of this awesome story?

oh lawd this story is the coolest. We Want MOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEE!!

yea more

I'm appaled to see the name of Hotaru abused in vain.

Of course, little more did I expect from you banal bondage-crazed lunatics.

Just start the flippin' story already.

CHAPTER 4

HOTARU'S BLOOD IS MY GOD

I awoke cursing the world. I contemplated how much I fucking hated society and how much I hated the cowering Liberal, democratic bastards and their god damned communism and democracy. Fuck them all. Fuck them all. Fuck them ALL!

After my contemplation, I masturbated. I looked at the product of my penis in the Noon sun. It glowed with the energy of life. I ate the semen. It was salty and bitter. I went to my Altar to Hotaru. I knelt down and said a Viking prayer to Hotaru's countenance. It was surrounded in bone meal, blood, rotting remains, and maggots. I then Masturbated once more and dropped the semen in the chalice I had laid for Hotaru.

It had been several weeks. It had been several months. It felt like an eternity. They never did catch me for the mosque massacre. I had been shot so many times, but I was not dead.

How could I be? With every Viking prayer, Hotaru made me stronger. Invulnerable. Immune. I gave thanks and prayer through masturbation and slaughter. I went out at night, slaughtering criminals, drug sellers, two bit gangsters, and mobsters. I killed them in their homes in front of their children and wives. I then killed their children and wives and drew the symbol of Saturn. I had gotten a fair amount of press lately...

The Vigilante Maniac, Saturn Freak, and my favorite the Psycho.
I picked a maggot out of the rotted piece of meat I had laid at Hotaru's altar and ate it. Life gave me power over death. The more I killed the stronger I became.

Before I was turned on, I was no one special. I kept in moderately good shape. I could at least bench my own body weight and do calisthenics. Just enought to keep in shape and keep in good fighting capabilities. But now, I could bench four times my body weight. My body stayed the same size, but my strength was immense! I could feel pain, but it felt pleasurable. I would cut myself with my switchblade to feel the blood run down my skin and feast on it. I offered my blood to Hotaru's chalice after saying my Viking prayers. Unfortunately my blood had turned Black and emitted a foul odor. It was Hotaru's Will.

I began cleaning my guns and sharpening my knives. I had to kill more for Hotaru. I had planned on going back to Babylon, but I could not. The Bastard Muslims and the BASTARD communists....god I hated them all.

There was someone else who needed killing. Someone big. Someone FAT. His name was Wilson Fisk, but everyone knew him as the Kingpin. Fat fucker was some sort of a master criminal, but never had so much as a parking ticket. The Punisher tried to stop him, and failed. The Daredevil tried to stop him, and failed.

BUT I COULD STOP HIM!!!

I opened up a rusted trunk I kept in the closet by my bed and pulled it out. The M60E3. Belt fed, 7.62 NATO General Purpose Machine Gun. This one had the foregrip. I could cut many assholes in half. Communist Assholes. Zionist Assholes. ANY Asshole. I then picked up my Sig P226 in .357 Sig and several magazines. I also took the CAR-15 with me and more magazines for it too. I was going to hit his safehouse where he was entertaining a bunch of Jews and Hippies. Fuckers all.

I knelt before Hotaru's Altar, nude, and I cut myself and masturbated into Hotaru's Chalice and begged for her blessing. Hotaru had not visited me in months, I needed Hotaru's POWER!!

I dressed in my pants, leather vest, and put on my Head band. I chanted a Viking Prayer and took my equipment to the car.

After 8 hours of non stop driving, I arrived at Fisk's Safehouse. Immediately I brought out the M60 and started firing into the house chanting Viking Lore and screaming Hotaru's name. I shot that fucking house so many times it looked like it was made of swiss cheese. Then I fired a LAWS rocket into the window and could see several charred bodies being flung clear of the debris. I then walked to the ruins and found a floor mounted escape hatch, wide enough for the Fat Man. THE FAT FUCKER HAD TO DIE!!

SCREAMING HOTARU'S NAME!!! HOTARUUU!!!!!!! HOTARUUU!!!!

RAAARRRRRGGGHHHGHGHG!!

I lept into the dark undercaverns and there I was assaulted by a bunch of Ninjas. The slanty eyed bastards were probably Communists or Jews, I hadn't decided. They swung swords and Nunchuks, but I just shot their asses with my M60. Their torsos EXPLODED into chunks of grue and guts. I could see intestines spill out of their exploded corpses as I SCREAMED HOTARU'S MIGHT

666 \m/ o_O \m/ 14-88 666

I then went further into the cavern where I was attacked by a bunch of guys dressed in Army Fatigues carrying HK 93s. They got into a running firefight with me but was no match for my M60 as I cut them all down with the punishing 7.62 full auto machine gun. I shot them in their heads and their heads exploded into chunks of skull and brains. I shot their chests and their chests exploded with eruptions of blood. I screamed Hotaru's MIGHT!

I stopped for a moment to eat their flesh and offer a prayer to Hotaru. Then I realized I was out of M60 ammo, so I ditched it and switched to my CAR-15.

I continued further until I saw a bunch of guys in SWAT gear and face masks armed with FN P90s. I shot them and killed them and I masturbated on their dead corpses.

This continued until I finally found Wilson Fisk.

The FAT FUCKING JEW BASTARD WAS EATING A FUCKING TWINKIE when I walked in on him, covered in blood, and pissed.

"Oh my dear sir" he said LIKE A JEW "how much would it cost to hire you NOT to kill me?"

I told him that None of his fucking Jew money was going to save him and that I was going to do something that the Daredevil and the Punisher couldn't do. I was going to kill his fat ass.

So I layed into him with the CAR-15 and his body jumped with the rounds pumped into him. Then I took my knife and I cut his head from his shoulders and I fucked his esophaugus. I hooped and hollered and I masturbated and offered a Prayer to Hotaru.

Hotaru came from Valhalla and kissed me on my lips.

"You have done well, brave Warrior. Accept my reward. She then ran me through with her Glaive and as I slid down the shaft she smiled and said

"I'll see you in Valhalla, brave Warrior."

I love you Hotaru.

Oh snap!

Deliciously delightful. =)

Although I hoped there would've been more. =<

More please! These rock.

the writing style is different from the first ones, im not sure its the same anonymous...