A Bold New World: Chapter 4

[Darth_aurelius]

My comrades in incel revolutionary arms,

The long awaited and much anticipated next chapter of my serialized novel, “A Bold New World”, about the exploits of a heroic future Incel commander in a nation ruled by Incel men has finally arrived. I hope you will enjoy this next addition to my ongoing magnum opus and that it may inspire in you a zealous devotion to our glorious movement which grows in numbers, influence and raw power every day. Behold, Chapter 4!

Chapter 1 can be read here: viewtopic.php?t=468

Chapter 2 can be read here: viewtopic.php?t=473

Chapter 3 can be read here: viewtopic.php?t=489


A Bold New World

Chapter 4

The interlink communication and integrated information system in Jack’s home office activated as he sat down in his plush, leather clad officers chair, which also doubled as a fine gaming chair for when he was not engrossed in the work of the SS investigations unit. Yesterday had been an arduous and ultimately disappointing one for Jack since, despite the heroic efforts of his many subordinate SS staff members assigned to data analytics and notwithstanding the almost incomprehensible data processing powers of the central security database, no confirmed targets came up when a search was conducted using the known perimeters. What Jack did know was that there was a group of raunchy, degenerate, promiscuous Allah-insulting slutty foids who consisted mostly of high echelon Stacy tier whores that had been using their foid charms to lure men in to their confidence and then exploit their weakened simp like condition to extract favors including information on PPRA governmental officials. There was even a rumor going around that these diabolical enemies of Allah had been conspiring in dark places to conceive of an assassination attempt against the Great Leader of the entire Incel state of the PPRA, His Highness, Supreme Chancellor Romulus Aurelius, Peace be upon Him.

Jack reflected on what seemed to him to be the complete absurdity and total futility of any such efforts to inflict harm upon the Supreme Chancellor. Much like the great Fuhrer Adolf Hitler, a man of wonderous political brilliance, commitment to justice and who undertook many glorious efforts to annihilate the disgusting and corrupting influence of the jews, Supreme Chancellor Aurelius was extraordinarily well protected. While the Chancellor rarely made any official public appearances since he was typically engrossed in the work of personally commanding the mighty armies of the IPF and ensuring that proper diplomatic relations were maintained with the nations that were allied to the PPRA, he did occasionally travel around the territory of the PPRA to inspect various facilities and governmental operations.

The Chancellor spent most of his time at his luxurious and magnificent personal residence which was located in the vicinity of what had once been known as the normie city of Harbor Springs but which had since been renamed to the more suitable “Heinrich Himmler Springs”. A large man-made mountain which reached the lofty heights of over 6,000 feet above sea level had been constructed using an entire division of 25,000 enslaved foids and chads who had been made to dig the dirt with their hands and even their mouths and then displace it so as to create a grand and inspiring mountain setting which looked highly reminiscent of Berchtesgaden where Der Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler, had once built his own fine rustic retreat.

In this elegant Alpine setting, an entire ecosystem was transported and transplanted from the lands of Austria which included brilliant specimens of mountain wildflowers, lovely aspen type trees which only flourished in high elevations and all manner of wild beasts that were endemic to such ecological niches. The piece de resistance to this amazing work of terraforming and bio-transplantation was an exact full-scale replica of Neuschwanstein Castle which of course, is one of the most beautiful, captivating and impressive feats of Renaissance architecture in the world. All the finest building materials from around the world were imported by personal command of the Chancellor and, since no expense was spared so as to faithfully recreate this modern marvel of architectural magnificence, the total project cost over $4 billion dollars, though it was considerably offset by the exclusive use of slave laborers to complete the construction, over 12,000 of whom were worked to death or shot on site by their SS overlords.

The replica castle was christened “Castle Wolfenstein” by the Supreme Chancellor himself to commemorate one of the greatest PC games he once played when a young man in university and which gave him many hours of joyful consolation whilst otherwise enduring wretched inceldom in his lonely dorm room. The medieval style turrets and ramparts were festooned with huge red, black and white swastika banners which fluttered gloriously in the high mountain winds and reminded any IPF or PPRA personnel who had been deemed worthy enough to trod upon such hallowed grounds that the Chancellor was just as committed to administering the state in accordance with the principles of Nazism as he was to respecting the will and commands of Allah.

Around this pristine Alpine setting, which also featured a crystal-clear lake that was filled with sparkling water fit for human consumption that had been imported directly from the Himalayan Mountains in the allied Islamic nation of Pakistan, were concentric circles of defensive networks including the outer perimeter which consisted of a 20-foot-high electrified fence with razor wire. Beyond this nearly impenetrable fencing barrier were over 100 concrete bunkers staffed with highly trained SS Einsatzgruppen personnel who had all been highly decorated veterans from the Great Cleansing period of the PPRA’s illustrious history and as such, were extremely proficient in both killing foids as well as exterminating all manner of other normie tier riffraff.

Whenever the Supreme Chancellor travelled outside of the protected enclave of the alpine forests surrounding Castle Wolfenstein, he did so by way of an enormous convoy of heavily armored IPF vehicles that always included an entire armored regiment that consisted of 140 heavy T-72 Soviet made main battle tanks. These powerful and imposing modern-day armored goliaths had been bestowed upon the chancellor as a personal gift from Czar Vladamir I of the New Russian Empire, which had succeeded the former Russian Federation after then President Putin declared himself Emperor (Czar) in the year 2029. Within the center of this massive armored phalanx travelled a huge motorcade of over 100 all-black Yukon SUV’s each with bulletproof glass, anti-missile defense systems and laser guided remote antipersonnel drones that could be deployed from the back hatch. The entire executive protection force that was assigned to provide personal protection for the Chancellor when travelling numbered over 3,000 of the best trained, most battle-hardened SS soldiers, each of whom had distinguished himself by having personally killed at least 20 foids in the line of duty.

While Jack was intimately acquainted with these security protocols as he had himself served in the SS bodyguard regiment of the Supreme Chancellor before he was promoted to the rank of captain, he was also aware that there were still certain vulnerabilities, especially when the Chancellor was arriving or departing from a venue that he had been inspecting. If the rumors of a clandestine gaggle of whores who were engaged in the plotting of assassination were indeed true, then time was of the essence since the very next week was the fifth anniversary of the Great Purging of the Undergraduates which would be held on the former campus of Michigan State University, once a place of great debauchery and sinful hedonism, but which had since been converted in to a large Islamic Madrasa where the teaching of Holy Sharia and the Quran were mandated. Since the Great Purging was one of the most salient moments in the larger series of events that had historically become known as the Great Cleansing period and since it had involved a full-scale assault on the university campus by the IPF’s very own Jihad Commando Brigade, the Supreme Chancellor and other executive tier officials would almost certainly be in attendance to honor the attainment of Shaheed by so many Mujahedeen warriors.

Jack opened up his messaging files via the Interlink system and saw that a new actionable lead had developed in the course of the investigation. An SS surveillance drone had captured audio feed from a meeting between a Stacy tier foid whose voice signatures indicated that she was highly promiscuous and seeking to bewitch and beguile lonely male civilians and induce them to do Allah knows what. The foid in question would certainly only confide in a man if she perceived him to possess sufficiently high sexual market value or SMV as it was referred to colloquially. Jack now realized that he would have to undergo the sophisticated and potentially dangerous but entirely reversable procedure of a morphological facial transposition whereby the aesthetic features of a high tier Chad would be engrafted on to his own face and connected with the existing tissue to present a hyperrealistic and entirely persuasive appearance. Jack hovered his mouse button over the initiate call button on the all-in-one Interlink and after several rings, the gruff, peasant-like voice of Arjun could be heard.

“This is Untershcarfuhrer Arjun, with whom may I be speaking?”

“Arjun, this is your captain and commanding officer, Jack Diamond. Get your lazy niggerish fat Indian ass out of bed and meet me at the IPF Scientific Institute for the Advancement of Looksmaxxing Theory in twenty minutes. Be prepared to undergo the procedure that I had discussed with you yesterday.”

Jack hung up the phone and briskly walked to his black SS undercover sedan with tinted windows and an embedded emergency light bar featuring the purple and crimson lights of the SS. As he drove the short distance to the grounds of the Institute, Jack pondered how absurd it was for dumb cunts to place such an unprecedented and disproportionate value on something so superficial and ephemeral as a mans facial morphology and bone structure. Of course, now that the PPRA had implemented the mandatory looksmatching programs, these sorts of frivolous and imbecilic considerations were entirely obviated in favor of emphasizing intellectual aptitude, social utility function, military rank and, above all else, Islamic pity and religious virtue. These more dignified qualities were what had constituted men of standing, power and greatness since time immemorial but had been supplanted with and superseded by the concerns which foids exclusively had during the dark times of female supremacy and which mostly included penis length and girth, angularity of the jaw line, length and fullness of the hair, having six pack abs and being able to act in a typically crude, brutish and decidedly chad-like manner.

The Institute was housed in a very modern looking building that had once been the home to the Wayne State University medical school but had since been converted to a scientific enterprise which was entirely devoted to researching and better understanding the inextricable connections between appearance and appeal or, as it was referred to in the vernacular of the learned scientists themselves, the appearance appeal nexus. The facility was replete with highly advanced and sophisticated ai powered surgical equipment which included a finely calibrated, high powered laser system that could perform microsurgeries that were so realistic and accurate that no human eye could discern that there was any manner of alteration. These advanced technologies were now put in the service of the state and would be used to help conceal the true identities of SS operatives who were assigned to engage in deep undercover missions against members of the resistance.

Jack walked in to the large, well-lit atrium of the main entrance hall of the Institute. Magnificent and finely detailed paintings of Islamic heroes such as Salahudin, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed and Abu Bakr al Baghdadi adorned the lobby area and in the center of this gallery of Jihad inspiring artwork was an enormous canvas painting of Supreme Chancellor Aurelius himself, Peace be upon Him. The Chancellor appeared resplendent in his full dress Reichsfuhrer-SS uniform which was precisely tailored to his muscular and heroic physique and featured many dozens of individual ribbons, medals and other medallions that had been gloriously earned by engaging in personal combat against jews, foids, normies and other degenerate persons. Jack knelt down before the portrait of the Supreme Chancellor and bowed his head as a sign of great deference for the God-like powers of might and wisdom which the Chancellor personified.

As Jack stood back up after having rendered a proper genuflection before the majestic visage of the Supreme Chancellor, the main service doors opened up behind him and in walked Arjun, strolling along in his bovine like manner, a gait which always reminded Jack of the cross between the trotting of a donkey and the waddling of a Panda bear. Arjun reeked of curry and a slight hint of feces as he still exemplified the crude and savage habits of the unwashed barbarian masses from the uncivilized sub contentment of India. Arjun strode up to Jack, clicked his jackbooted heels together and thrust out his right arm in a manner that almost looked as militarily precise as the saluting of a white man.

“Hail Rodger and Heil Hitler my Captain!” Shouted Arjun with great gusto.

“Follow me my brutish companion, for we have some very discrete and important work to complete this very evening” Replied Jack with a slight tone of condescension.

The two men walked brusquely in to the main research laboratory where a cluster of small cubicles housed about a dozen truecel tier scientists in white coats with the distinctive black piping of the SS medical sciences division or the MSD as it was known. The MSD was not merely responsible for superintending the advanced studies that were being conducted here in the institute but was likewise much vaunted and greatly respected for the nearly miraculous discoveries that they were able to make by undertaking in depth physiological study of the human body using foid prisoners. These test subjects, along with jew men, chads and other assorted riffraff, were utilized as human Guinea Pigs since there social utility and value to the state was nonexistent and since, by virtue of their pursuit of hedonistic lives of decadence and degeneracy they had forfeited their rights to be accorded the treatment befitting actual human beings, their bodies, their brains and their organs were now placed at the disposal of science. The Hauptsturmfuhrer Joseph Mengele Institute for Human Medical Research was located just a mere mile away from the place where Jack and Arjun were now standing. Named in honor of the great SS officer, medical doctor and ingenious researcher, this particular facility was employed to discover how long the human body could endure when subjected to flame throwers, frozen baths of ice, high pressure chambers made to simulate aeronautical flight and other extreme environmental simulations which all illuminated the regimes understanding of the limitations of the body. Such research saved innumerable and highly valuable lives of many an honorable SS and IPF soldier.

One of the truecel tier scientists at the center most cluster of cubicles looked up and then snapped to attention upon seeing Jack standing before him wearing the imposing black unform of an SS Captain.

“Sir, welcome to the institute and on behalf of the facilities commandant let me assure you that we will be providing all that the SS special investigative forces require.” Said the truecel in a meek and feminine sounding voice.

Jack and Arjun were ushered in to the inner chamber of the building which housed two large pieces of medical equipment that looked like an MRI machines but which contained a bed that was surrounded by heavy plexiglass and which had a large mechanical arm that hung over the top, at the end of which was a high-powered laser used for precise surgical alterations. These mechanical marvels of modern PPRA technology were actually fully automated, ai powered, self-contained surgical theaters which were capable of performing over 50,000 types of individual surgical alterations from minor cosmetic adjustments to complete transformative metamorphosis. One of the white coated lab technicians stood before the control panel which was used to make inputs in to the machines and began pressing the alphanumerical panel in a sequence that initiated the large ai powered laser.

A mechanical arm hovered over Jack for a moment as a large syringe containing anesthesia was injected in to his veins. As Jack began to doze off the last thing he saw was the bright green fluorescent color of the laser shining down upon his face.

Jack and Arjun awoke several hours later in a recovery room wearing heavy bandages around their faces with only small slits open for their eyes. Jack groggily reached up to feel the top of his head and when he put his hand down where his bald spot of early onset Norwood condition ordinarily was located, he felt a luscious main of flowing black hair. A technician entered the room and informed Jack and Arjun that it was time for them to remove their bandages and behold the magnificence and splendor of PPRA looksmaxxing technology. Jack slowly and meticulously pulled back each strip of cloth bandage and while doing so he could sense that his face felt decidedly different both in its proportionality and dimensionality then prior to the surgery. As the last strip of medical wrapping was unfurled, the technician handed Jack a small vanity mirror. Jack slowly raised the mirror to his eye level and was awestruck by the Adonis like visage which stared back at him. Instead of his formerly slightly elongated and almost horse-like bone structure, he now beheld an angularity and symmetry which was as perfect as it was beautiful. The long and flowing black hair which the surgical procedure had engrafted on the Jack’s skull hung down slightly over his now noticeably smaller forehead and nearly touched his eyelids.

As Jack sat in awe of the miracles of advanced looksmaxxing technology, Arjun unveiled his own newly transposed face which could not have been more dramatically different then the one which it was intended to conceal and temporarily replace. Instead of dull, sunken, zombie-like eyes that conveyed a look of mild retardation, Arjun now had the archetypical “hunter eyes” of a top echelon Chad. His formerly fat, flabby and pudgy face had the chiseled look of a heroic Aryan demigod. His jawline was as rugged and well defined as the highest peaks of the Himalayan Mountain range while his hair was a brilliant blonde color and was so long, lavish and thick that it had to immediately be pulled back and tied in to a faggoty looking ponytail such of the type which Italian giga-Chads were known to once sport.

Jack and Arjun beheld one another’s incredibly transformation as they both wondered and marveled at the magnificence of the superior IPF powered technology which had accomplished this miraculous feat of modern bioengineering. As they sat with looks of equal perplexion and awe upon their newly enhanced aesthetically purified faces, the Chief Research Scientist of the facility walked in wearing a finely tailored SS style tunic with the rather ostentatious rank of Sturmbannfuhrer (Major) affixed to his lapels and shoulder straps. Both Jack and Arjun snapped to the position of Achtung upon the Major’s entrance into the room but he quickly motioned for them to sit back down in their reclining recovery chairs.

“Well gentlemen, I see that you have successfully undergone the biotransformation process and are both looking entirely unrecognizable. Had I not known you to be fine, upstanding men of honorable incel provenance, I would have immediately summoned the local Jihad Brigade detachment to come in here and cut your insolent chad heads off, such is the amazing and astounding technological prowess of our glorious state!”

“Alhamdulillah! Praise be to Allah for his magnanimity and glorious beneficence!” shouted Arjun in his still decrepit, guttural, almost bestial Indian voice

“Comrade Doctor Major, will there be any consideration given to the incel-tier voice of my brute companion there?” Inquired Jack in a tone of mild deference

“Ah, but now you shall behold the most glorious and miraculous technology of all! Only by the power and divine inspiration of Allah have we here in the Medical Services Division been able to conceive of such wonderous and stupendous achievements. Follow me you soldiers!”

Jack and Arjun rose to their increasingly steady feeling feet as the anesthetics began to gradually wear off and walked brusquely after the MSD Major as he escorted them to a large, oval shaped room with a fascinating contraption which looked like a large dentists style chair situated in the very center of the space.

“Behold the laryngectomizer!” Shouted the Major with conspicuous pride and glee.

“Major, my sir, what is the meaning of this astonishing wonder of modern technology” inquired Arjun in his still brute, course and bestial sounding voice

“This here device shall imbue you with a vocal range that would enable you to compete the likes of singing chads such as Elvis, the Jonas Brothers and other degenerate sex-having scum who all deserved to be choked to death whilst being throat gang raped by a platoon of foul smelling, filthy degenerate pajeets such as yourself with shit covered cocks.” Replied the Major in a tone of astonishing equanimity

Arjun was assisted in to the large seat in the center of the room and a small buzzsaw like device immediately activated along with a highly articulated robotic arm that began to move in the direction of Arjuns throat. A white coated lab technician with the lowly rank of Shutze or private fastened several leather straps around Arjuns midsection and then finally tethered his newly improved and beautfilly shaped head to the back of the chair so that he could neither move forwards, backwards or side to side.

“What do you say captain, do you think we should test the resilience of this lowly and foul pajeet by subjecting him to this surgical procedure without any anesthetics?” Asked the Major with a serious countenance upon his face that betrayed the gravitas of the inquiry

Jack paused for a moment as he stared in to the terror filled eyes of Arjun and had to carefully consider whether, even after all his time in the Madrassas studying Quranic exegetical methodology he deserved some respite from an otherwise excruciatingly painful procedure.

“Well it seems to me, Herr Doctor that if Allah desired this low born brute to suffer such tortures of the damned, he would not have foreordained that Arjun should rise to the venerable ranks of the SS and fully embrace the sacred and holy precepts of Islam, Inshallah.”

The Major looked wistfully at Jack and, just as the mechanical arm was about to commence its cutting procedures and the surgical routine was initiated, he pressed a large blue button on the wall which quickly initiated an auto administrating dose of anesthetics to Arjun.

In a few short minutes and after the loss of considerable blood, bone and tissue, Arjun’s vocal transformation had been fully consummated. He rose up groggily from the surgical chair and could feel a raspy, almost tubercular sensation in the very back of his throat but despite his reservations, he put his faith in both the marvels of IPF science as well as the bountiful grace of Allah and immediately unleashed the first stanza of the mighty Horst Wessel Leid.

“Die Fahne hoch! Die Reihen fest geschlossen!” Sung Arjun in a voice that was as angelic and beatific as that which could have been emitted from an actual angel of Allah

“Wunderbar!” Shouted the Major with gusto and a in a manner which perfectly captured the essence of the German language

“Now my lads, you are to report immediately to the communications center in the next building over to receive an important message from SS Headquarters so I dare not detain you any longer. Good luck, Heil Hitler und Heil Rodger!”

“Heil Rodger!” Jack and Arjun shouted in perfect unison but in a way that sounded much clearer and more intelligible now that Arjun could finally express himself in a voice that was more befitting a human being then a lowly savage animal.

Jack and Arjun walked down a long linilium lined greenish colored hallway and through an underground tunnel that led into a large, dark empty room with a huge cinema screen sized monitor attached to the far wall.

Two guards wearing the black uniforms of the SS Stormtrooper detachment stood at the position of Achtung on either side of the screen.

Suddenly, the blackness of the screen transitioned into a maroon-colored hue and the wizened, aristocratical and altogether charming face of none other then the personal adjutant to the Supreme Chancellor, SS-Obergruppenfuhrer (Lieutenant General of the SS) Hermann von Goeth appeared. Von Goeth was the grandson of the famous and now universally venerated SS-Hauptsturmfuhrer Amon Goeth, whose own jew killing and jewess raping exploits as commandant of the Plaszow concentration camp during the glorious Holocaust of the jews had been made famous by the so-called historical drama “Schindler’s List”. The film was now considered to be one of the greatest comedies of all time and it was mandatory viewing for all SS officer candidates who would play drinking games requiring them to consume fine French Cognac every time Captain Goeth would kill a jew, resulting in many a heavily inebriated officer indeed.

Jack and Arjun stood in wonderment of the image of such a high ranking and powerful figure in the regime and one whose personal pedigree was even comparable to that of the descendants of the Prophet Mohammed, Peace be upon Him.

“As you soldiers are aware, we have been tracking a coven of vile and despicable whores who have been using their lusty feminine wiles to seduce men into betraying their oaths of allegiance to the IPF and even such unspeakable acts as apostatizing against Islam. Such unimaginable horrors cannot and will not be tolerated in this new pious and holy Islamic Fourth Reich that we are creating for all men of true conviction and honor. These wretched cunts must be captured alive and under no circumstances can they be killed in the forthcoming operations. The Supreme Chancellor has personally commanded that the whores in question be brought to the sacred gates of Castle Wolfenstein and that they be subjected to the most gruesome, lavish and luxuriously painful punishments that anyone can imagine. Failure to follow these orders will result in both of you being demoted to slaves and sent to a Degenerate Persons Camp where you will be mass raped by an entire battalion of niggers. Do you understand the gravitas of this mission and the significant imperative for its success?”

“Yes, my lord and Herr Obergruppenfuhrer, we shall gladly accept mass sodomy by way of BBC is we are to fail in this most sacred and holy endeavor.” Said Jack without even a hint of irony in his tone of utmost solemnity

“Good. Then I command you to go forth in the name of the Supreme Chancellor, Peace be upon Him and bring these wretched harlots to the fierce and rage-fueled justice of Sharia!”