Jack pulled his sleek black sedan into the reserved VIP parking section of IPF SS District 4 Headquarters Building where he was assigned as a special investigations officer in charge of infidel crimes. As he stepped out of the driver’s side door, he saw a large, rotund and aesthetically repugnant but jovial looking man of clearly Indian ancestry in a long black but ridiculously ill-fitting, leather trench coat standing on the steps which led to the main entrance of the District 4 Building. Jack quickly exited his vehicle and with a tone of gleeful enthusiasm addressed the Indian man who was now looking in his direction.
“Arjun! By the divine light of Allah! What in the name of the Prophet, Peace be upon Him, are you doing all the way over here on this side of town?”
Arjun replied with great gusto and verve, “Oh Captain Diamond my dear comrade, I have been assigned to this district by a recent decree of the Higher SS and Police Leader for the entire region of Rodgerston, SS-Oberfuhrer Thaddeus Brax, who thought you lads could use a man of my unique talents to assist in what I know are some very vital and clandestine investigations.”
“You happen to be more right then you know Arjun.” Said Jack.
The two men walked to each other and then warmly embraced, as brothers united in their love for the power of Allah often do.
Prior to his induction in to the ranks of the much-vaunted SS and promotion to Unterscharfuhrer, or corporal in the IPF Security Service, Arjun had been a lowly Private Second Class in the Government Sanitation Division, which consisted exclusively of either men of Indian ancestry or niggers who had converted to Islam and demonstrated sufficient piety in their religiosity and deference to their white overlords to be exempted from the Great Cleansing. While assigned as a supervisory latrine cleaning specialist at one of the many detention facilities run by the SS but maintained and serviced by the pajeet and negroid janitorial staff, Arjun had been tasked with supervising the cleaning of the open-air ditches that had been made available for the resident foid population of Degenerate Persons (DP’s) to avail themselves of.
Since Arjun was a hideously ugly and congenitally deformed short, bald, fat Indian manlet toilet cleaner who perpetually smelled of human feces and since he had only possessed a first-grade education and was as illiterate as he was uncouth prior to his admittance in to the SS, he had been assigned a lower tier Becky who was herself rather fat and unappealing by the standards of more discerning men such as Jack. Not contented with this second rate and wholly unsatisfying state issued wife and precluded from visiting the government run Houses of Relief due to his lowly Indian status, Arjun took the initiative and boldly sought to relieve his manly urges while on duty at the detention facility.
After a particularly hard days work of shoveling foid feces in to a large mechanical contraption that had been designed and created by the IPF’s special research unit which converted biological material in to usable fertilizer which would then be employed as an ingredient in the bombs issued to IPF Jihad Brigade Commandos, Arjun decided to enter in to the crude and rudimentary wooden barracks building that housed the resident foids DP’s.
Upon entering in to this place he beheld a site that his lowly Indian eyes could have ever only dimly conceived of which was a large host of barely dressed young white foids frolicking in the common area of their barracks. Arjun was immediately overcome by the sort of irrepressible and overwhelming sexual desire which any incel man could have easily related to and despite his efforts to restrain his more primal impulses, he immediately began savagely beating and raping as many of these vile young sluts as he could.
In an instant, a lifetime of sexual privation, lonely desperation and utter immiserating dejection all culminated in this one glorious opportunity for ultimate retribution. The foids who had been imprisoned in this facility were precisely the sort of condescending, pompous, self-righteous entitled twats who would have looked upon Arjun with contempt and disgust as they threw themselves upon the nearest brute Chad and sated his every desire no matter how perverse while simultaneously relegating a man such as Arjun to a lifetime of misery. Now was the time for vengeance. Now was the time for justice.
Arjun grabbed the nearest slut by her hair and smashed her skull against the wall with such force and rage-fueled power that small bone fragments ricocheted back in to his face. He then proceeded to tear the ragged loincloth from the next foid and sodomized her with his fist while unleashing the full unbridled raging power of his lustful manhood upon her mouth. As she gagged, choked and gasped for air, he asphyxiated her with his unwashed, rancid and filthy Indian penis. He continued his Blitzkrieg across the barracks savaging foids as he encountered them with an animalistic barbarity that left them unrecognizable.
By then time he had finished and a mere ten minutes later, all forty of the foids assigned to that particular barracks had been either beaten to death or raped so brutally that they had to be subsequently euthanized by way of an AK-47 bullet to the head as they were no longer fit for any meaningful labor.
Arjun had instantly regretted his lack of personal discretion and initially thought that he would be sentenced to death by decapitation for impudent and insubordinate conduct, as was the custom for all Indian and negro janitorial personnel. Much to his delight however, upon discovering his exploits, the camp commandant was so impressed by his feat of masculine prowess and martial skill that he immediately recommended him for the high honor of a battlefield commission to the rank of Corporal and reassignment to the SS. Arjun was subsequently commended with an Iron Cross First Class for his remarkable demonstration of manly vigor and his impressive killing abilities. Afterwards, and with much time, and a great deal of repetition, due to his low intelligence, he was finally able to acquire both literacy and a sufficient knowledge of the Quran to permit full admittance to the SS.
Oberfuhrer Brax had reviewed Arjun’s impressive personal record and decided that a man of his unique abilities would be indispensable in assisting Jack and his fellow SS officers in their mission to infiltrate and annihilate the group of rebellious young whores who had been engaged in sedition against the state.
“So, Captain Diamond sir, what are your plans for this special operation if I may inquire” said Arjun in his roughhewn southern Indian accent.
“Well, my brother, I believe that we must make haste as I have heard that these despicable sluts have been using their feminine charms to beguile and bedazzle many good and otherwise potentially honorable men. It seems to me that the best and most expedient method of dealing with such salacious and foul harlots is to make every effort to appear as though we ourselves would be susceptible to falling under their diabolical influences.”
Arjun was awe struck by the Machiavellian genius like strategy which Jack had so easily devised, but his limited mental capacity prevented him from properly assimilating the full grandeur and brilliance of the plan. “Well then captain, how could men such as ourselves ever pass as being sufficiently appealing to what must certainly be a gaggle of self-righteous and entitled cunts who will only take an interest in any man if he is a paragon of Chad-like aesthetic virtue?”
Jack paused for a mere moment as he had already anticipated this sophomoric and even lowbrow inquiry: “I know you lack the intelligence to properly appreciate my grand plans Arjun, but let me tell you that I have foreseen this particular issue and have developed a magnificent and perfectly conceived solution to this contingency. You are undoubtedly aware of the IPF Scientific Institute for the Advancement of Looksmaxxing Theory which has provided evidence based and empirically driven research in to how to improve upon innate genetical predispositions which deleteriously affect a mans aesthetic value. I have contacted a senior research fellow at this elite institution who has created an amazing, fully organic, biomorphic, but entirely reversible, facial transposing procedure whereby a morphological template with biomechanical musculature is grafted over the face.”
Arjun’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped open as wide as a Stacy-tier Degenerate Person’s asshole that had just been brutalized by a pack of raging BBC’s. “You mean to say sir, that we will be transplanting or replacing our own faces with those of someone else?”
“Not quite my simple-minded companion, though I can see how you may not have the requisite conceptual capacity to envision this highly nuanced process. We will be using biomechanical face transpositions which are not transplants but are essentially highly realistic and fully functional masks that no civilian and certainly no dumb cunt foid will ever recognize.”
“Alhamdulillah! And praise be to the wonderous brilliance of Allah for such inspired technologies!” Shouted Arjun in his child-like manner.
“Yes, and also praise be to the brilliance of Supreme Chancellor Aurelius for having commissioned these projects and envisioning all the necessary technological developments that have guided us to our place of supreme power and glory. Now let us proceed to the command center and commence with the intelligence gathering operations.” Said Jack.
The two men walked in to the main entrance of the District SS Headquarters and past a large marble statue which had been dedicated to the memory of Saint Elliot Rodger, Peace be upon Him. It featured a full-sized replica of the great man himself with his long, elegant and aristocratic hands resting on his hips and attired in the finest Italian fashions while wearing his trademarked $2,000 Gucci Men’s sunglasses as his majestic gaze looked down upon all who tread past in a most studied and scrupulous manner. Jack and Arjun each stood at attention at the base of the statue and rendered their finest, most militarily proficient Roman style salutes in tribute to the hero and eternal father of the Great Incel Revolution.
“Heil Rodger!” They both shouted in unison.
Jack and Arjun walked down a long linoleum lined hallway, at the end of which was a large steel reinforced door that was labelled in large red block letters “Operations Intelligence Center”.
Inside this large, dark, cavernous room were about a dozen men arrayed in a semi-circular manner each sitting in front of a desk with a computer monitor atop it. These monitors were displaying a constant stream of real time intelligence data that was being fed in to the central SS databases by tens of thousands of individual cameras, drones, ai monitoring stations and embedded agents with audio and video recording capabilities that were situated in various strategic places around the entire territory of the Patriarchal Peoples Republic of America. Terabytes of data poured in every second and contained voices, faces, GPS coordinates, body heat signatures and a host of other highly informative information. The analysts sitting at their desks would then use ai voice and face recognition software and other biometric technology to ascertain the precise identity of each individual who had fallen in to this mighty surveillance dragnet.
Jack walked in to the center of this vast array of computing technology, unbuttoned the top of his fine leather SS issued trench coat and said in a loud booming voice:
“Attention men! We have been tasked with a most important mission for the sake of both the maintenance and preservation of our glorious Incel Revolution as well as for the vindication of a grievous and disgusting offense that has been committed in the eyes of Allah. This assignment is of the highest priority and has been delegated personally by the command of the Vice Minister of the Interior, SS-Obergruppenfuhrer McGee himself. Today we shall begin to collate and aggregate all available data concerning foids using our most advanced voice discernment programs which will asses the probability of the foid subject being a pretentious and promiscuous harlot on the basis of her intonation, inflection, subtle verbal cues and a host of other extremely minute and nearly indiscernible microdata which only our supremely efficient technology can evaluate. I want everyone working on this night and day until such time as we have a definitive fix on our enemies and have identified those vile sluts who have been bewitching and bedeviling men by way of their slutty charms and thereby recruiting them for their dastardly and seditious plans. Now deliver to me the reports for all sectors of the capital region.”
The data analysts each took their turns reporting to Jack their respective findings which included any information that may have fit the profile for the types of Stacy-tier, licentious degenerate persons that he knew were responsible for corrupting the public good and inducing otherwise decent men to do their bidding as inveterate simps.
The entire afternoon and evening past without any actionable intelligence information for Jack to pursue but yet his unshakeable faith in Allah and unwavering commitment to enforcing the holy precepts of Sharia invigorated him and gave him both hope and strength to carry on and to bring his foid enemies to the ultimate justice. He would not rest nor relent until each of those diabolical and hedonistic cunts was kneeling before the executioner in the Amon Goeth Megadome Arena and their heads were decapitated by the swift and certain blade of the holy scimitar.
As Jack exited the District Headquarters Building and strode wistfully to his government sedan he ruminated on his devotion to Islam and the innumerable beneficences which Allah, in his wisdom and justice, had bestowed upon him. Inspired by his zealous piety and his fanatical devotion to praising and worshiping the goodness and majesty of Allah, Jack decided that he would stop by the mosque on the way back from work that evening.
Jack could have gone to any number of more then three dozen mosques within a mere ten-mile radius of his location as they were as plentiful and abundant in the city of Rodgerston and the entire territory of the PPRA as casino’s, smut shops, gay strip clubs and other places of sin, decadence and immoral degeneracy had once been in what were previously the infidel lands of the United States. Per the sagacious and most wise decree of the ruling Supreme Patriarchal Council, the PPRA had adopted and implemented the most austere and noble variant of Islam, that of Salafism, which strongly extolls the honor that is to be attained through the waging of Jihad and the necessity of purifying the lands of the hedonistic infidel scum through the annihilatingly effective enforcement of Sharia.
In order for the aspiring civilian to attain full citizenship status and thus the privilege of driving on the public roadways, participating in and viewing public events such as the mass execution of defilers of the laws of Allah and other worthy rights and entitlements, he or she was required to disavow any former personal sexual degeneracy and learn the teachings of Islam through meticulous study of the Quran, the Holy Hadiths and the Biography of the Prophet Mohammed, Peace be upon Him. Each candidate for citizenship was then evaluated based on a 100-point scale whereby credit was assigned for expert knowledge of holy texts, recitation of Quranic verse and exegetical skill in interpreting and applying the teachings of the Prophet, PBUH. Any man who could conclusively and definitively prove incel status and who was at least 21 years of age was immediately entitled to the conferral of citizenship status. The veracity of the claims made concerning depravation of sex was authenticated by an enhanced polygraph examination and failure or any indication of deception, proof of prior sexual activities or other such degeneracy would lead to an unappealable sentence to hard servile labor in a detention facility reserved for Degenerate Persons.
Since Jack was in the mood for a highly ostentatious and luxurious venue for praising Allah that evening, he decided to travel to the former city of Dearborn which had since been renamed New Mecca in honor of the most holy city in Islam, where the Grand Saddam Hussein Mosque stood. This magnificent structure had formerly been the largest mosque outside of the lands of Dar al Islam in the Middle East, even prior to the Great Incel Revolution. It had since been completely revitalized and refurbished by the personal order of Supreme Chancellor Aurelius himself, Peace be upon Him, and had been coated in shimmering 24-karat gold paint and featured an enormous, 150-foot-tall equestrian statue of the Caliph, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, Peace be upon Him, alongside a significantly smaller, but still impressive, marble statue of Saddam Hussein giving a crisp Roman style salute.
Jack walked past these grand displays of Islamic magnificence and removed his crimson beret as a sign of deference and respect to both Caliph Baghdadi as well as President Hussein, both of whom accomplished many glorious military feats in furtherance of bringing honor to the lands of the Muslims and punishing the infidels for their barbarity and degeneracy. The main entrance hallway was lined with statues dedicated to all the many martyrs who had either achieved Shaheed by way of consummating their pledge to Jihad or had sacrificed themselves on behalf of the righteous cause of the Incel Revolution. This long hallway was known as the Hall of the Heroes. Jack paused studiously in front of a fine marble bust which was a perfect replica of the aristocratic and gentlemanly features of Sir Adam Lanza, who had posthumously been granted the title of Knight of the Republic by the Ministry of State, and rendered a finely executed and militarily precise Roman Salute in honor of the great man whose wise and stoical visage looked down upon him.
As Jack entered the great prayer room and knelt down on his prayer rug, he closed his eyes and communed with his brothers in Islamic piety. He could feel the radiant power of Allah as a warm and consoling energy that came over him and which gave him a sense of euphoria far beyond any form of cheap pharmacologically induced ecstasy which normfags had formerly attempted to attain by way of imbibing all manner of wretched and debasing substances and which was now punishable by death. Jack mediated inwardly and could sense his mind leaving his body as he communed with the omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent force that is, was, and always will be Allah. In that instant, Jack felt a pure form of contentment and an inner happiness which was beyond anything he could have possibly even conceived of experiencing. This was the power of Islam in action. This was the gift of fanaticism and faith which were the hallmarks of any righteous warrior.
As he felt the inner presence of Allah take hold of his body, mind and soul, Jack knew that his prayers would be answered and that soon, he would be bathing in the freshly spilled blood of promiscuous infidel sluts who thought they could offend against the will of Allah with impunity. A smile came across Jacks otherwise calm countenance as he opened his eyes and said with quiet resolve, “Bismillahi’wa’ ala Barakatillah, on my life and in the name of all that is holy and good, I swear by the wonderous light of Jihad that I shall not rest until the infidels have been slain by my own hand, inshallah.”
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