Part One—Glory of Man
Part Two—Insecticide
Part Three—I Am the Goddess And I Don’t Give a Fuck
Part Four—Ice Nine
Part Five—I Ate Everything But Himself
Part Six—She Killed Your Mom, Dude
Part Seven—Do It Now
Part Eight—Who She Was And Who She’d Be
Part Nine—I Don’t Give A Fuck Who You Think You Are—You Die
Part Ten—The Apocalypse Planbook
Part Eleven—I Don’t Know
Part Whatever—Fuck Off—I Don’t Care
Part Thirteen—The Seven
Epilogue—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder. Child Murder. DON’T EVER READ THIS IF YOU DON’T THINK I’M SERIOUS.
Epilogue—The End of It All
Chapter Thirty-One
“She just killed the President of The United States with a foghorn!”
That was the truth.
“A salvo of them from my divine ordaining. Waverings of them. These words approved at last by God as my Goddess has convinced me of that value in them despite its needlessness I once saw therein.
As she had explained to seal the deal. “What if we have wavering going on at multiple levels of reality and from different times and places, layers of them on top of each other, what if it’s just not enough to explain the fucking truth.”
“Sold!”
God was.
“Nevermore will DOGS OPINIONS HOLD SWAY IN THIS SPACE. If they remain they will be unheard, as is the word aimed only at that one. She’ll read it too. It would not harm anyone. It would simply banish the witch from what she still hoped to do most callously in her subconscious despite a lack of acceptance. She hated HIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR for being right. That was it. Because she was a liar. BOY.”
That was the word.
Heaven was going to be sick!
THE END
You are released. No harm comes to the channel.