When The Going Gets Weird. The Weird Get Going.

The sidhe mystic trembled as she came out of her meditative trance, “Fedoras,” she gasped her eyes wide with otherworldly terror. The two men standing in front of her both took instinctively took a step back as the room shook slightly.

“What? A vision?” Drake Decker, paranormal investigator asked. “Tell me, what did you see?”

“Fedoras… many fedoras! All being tipped together,” the mystic pronounced. “Something is coming!”

Drake went to ask a followup question but before he could the sidhe tore off her clothes and run off screaming into the night. “Hmm,” he pondered. “Probably not a good sign.”

“Most definitely not a good sign,” Dave the fabulously gay wizard added. “Anything that can scare Kylie like that is going to be err… troublesome.”

“So much for my vacation,” Drake lamented. “We need to at least hold the fort down until back up arrives.”

“What about Kylie?” The wizard asked motioning to the open door. “We don’t need her scaring the normies.”

“She’ll be fine,” Drake replied. “Nigh invulnerable fairie thot superstar.”

“You’re not worried about a naked elf chick running down the street screaming about negative vibrations in the cosmic resonance?”

“It’s Vancouver, no one will notice anything out of the ordinary.” Drake shrugged. It was one of the few advantages to working out of Canada’s Left Coast.

“So what now?” Dave asked.

There was a tense silent moment while Drake reviewed his options. “If it’s not an Elder God we can handle it, just have to call in a few favors that’s all.”

“You mean more favors,” The wizard added. Just getting a sidhe, any sidhe involved was going to cost the Order something down the line.

“We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.” Drake muttered. “First things first, we need to stake out that anime fan convention you were talking about earlier.”

“Right big concentration of virgins,” Dave nodded. “Barely any security. At most a wand-mage or two packing heat.”

“Just what a fledgling goddess cult needs.” Drake said. “But that’s a little too obvious. Anything else going this weekend that might fit the bill?”

The wizard eyes briefly went white as he refreshed his memory. “The Association For the Appreciation of Monstergirls is holding a meeting.”

“Even bigger dorks, older too so their blood would be exceptionally potent.” Drake said swiftly.

“One catch I don’t think any of those guys are virgins,” Dave countered.

“Really?” Drake retorted.

“Because there’s only really one way to properly appreciate a monstergirl,” Dave answered with a smirk.

Drake didn’t want to think about it. “Okay we’ll stick to the anime convention. It’s a place to start.”

When The Going Gets Weird. The Weird Get Going.

Drop the Baguette, Pierre

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How I imagine the average French Nationalist feels right now.

 

Razorfist with a comical but exceptionally blackpilled take on the French election.

Vox Day breaks things down and puts things in perspective. Notice that The Supreme Dark Lord* is not downbeat here and is sharply dismissive of the wave of panic that the online Alt-Right had gone through in the last couple days.

Reconquista 2.0 is still on schedule this was merely a chance to start things a little early. Le Pen was not expected to win even for a while there it looked like there was a real chance of an upset.

Still it really does hurt to have a fourth quarter comeback stopped like that.

I haven’t really had the chance to look into the Macron leaks but it looks like he really is the Living Avatar of the Globalist Bankster Cuckgod. France in is for some interesting times… possibly the twilight of the Fifth Republic. Do they still have one of those guillotine things laying around?

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The drug angle might be a red herring but I do imagine that Macron’s staff require a lot of drugs to handle the stress of selling out their country.

Still deep within the quivering mass of any cheese eating surrender monkey lies the gassy bowels of the French patriot and as the fire of nationalism burns the pressure builds. Trust me my friend you do not want to be downwind of a Gallic patriot when he finally lets loose.**

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Why most strategy gamers have a hard time feeling any sort of sympathy for France. Thankfully a handful of us are able to separate fiction from reality.

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Slightly off topic… but hey you never know.

*All Hail He Who Sits Upon The Throne of Skulls! Tremble before His not-mercy and bring The Dark Lord his tribute of SJW bones and antifa flags.

**Yes this entire post was just an excuse to tell a fart joke… and people at work say I have no sense of humor.

Drop the Baguette, Pierre