The WKA
18-07-2005, 05:14
The Imperial Market in Belem could be quite cheery and plain, which may come as a surprise considering the culture's history of genocide and racial discrimination. During the day it's a place of business; people hustle from kiosk to kiosk, purchasing the necessary every day goods as the faint call of an auctioneer can be heard in the background. At night it's lit up like a Christmas tree, candles and oil lamps lining the cobblestone streets, providing a serene scene perfect for a Sunday evening carriage ride.
On this night, however, there was no cheeriness; there was no serenity, and there was certainly no peace. The raucous cries of five-hundred hooded men and women filled the night sky rather than the disarming twinkle of the market lights, and the natives were embroiled with rage, waving torches and rifles. Hatred bubbled venemously throughout the neat rows of the market, all of which was provoked by the violently religious White Knights Association.
Before the massive crowd was a gigantic metal platform where the core leaders of the WKA stood in traditional Ku Klux Klan garb, the leader's robes dyed a deep blood red rather than the customary white. As the leader yelled his speech to the people before him, several other WKA members on the stage mimicked his exact words in German and Italian, so as to spread their message to the entire populace; over-hanging televisions and speakers only magnified their disgust for all things "evil".
The message was quite simple, and wasn't unlike previous speeches at WKA rallies. But this time there would be no beating around the bush. This time the White Knights Association would reveal their ultimate goals. The red knight, or the Supreme Gremlin as the crowd had come to know him, took a quick pause to let the crowd's chants of "God is Great" sink in before resuming his "lesson".
"That's right my brothers! And you, you're in the right here to, my sisters! God is INDEEEED great. God is MAHTEE. But God is ANGRY too. Why? Why is he angry? Is it the E-MMORAL execution of babies, which the liberal bah-barians have come to know as ABORTION?"
The crowd hisses and boos. One bystander yells, "Down with the clinics! The fuckin' murderers!" The Supreme Gremlin plows on despite the noise levels.
"Is it the FAGS marryin' under the roofs of his churches that's set him off? (More boos) Maybe it's all them fancy ATHEISTS and their evolution BULLshit! No need for multiple choice, my brothers. It's all of the above and more. Well let me tell you somethin', folks. The end is nigh, and the White Knights Association are the horseman that are gonna help it happen. But fear not, citizens of Belem. Your cities, your streets, they're under the strict protection of JEEEESUS HIMSELF!"
A mighty cheer ensues, followed by dead silence as the Supreme Gremlin hushes the crowd.
"I wish, oh lord do I WISH that the same could be said for the other peoples of the world. Unfortunately, they're gonna perish...first the worst of the sinners will go; than the non-believers. It'll be a quick and nasty blow, issued through God's personal messengers...the White Knights Association. Nations like Tree-Hugging Lesbians have ravaged their independence far too long; God's had enough, and through us he'll end their sinful ways."
The crowd cheers.
"Mike Sarzo has the responsibility of leading a nation. Rather than take the path of the righteous, he's cut off funding for the Catholic church within Sarzonia because they refuse to allow him his sinful marriage. God's had enough, and through us he'll end Sarzo's sinful ways."
The crowd cheers even louder, so long that the Supreme Gremlin has to wait a full seven minutes before he can speak again.
"Rammsteinburg's government has corrupted their people thoroughly; abortion, euthanasia, gay marriage, and drugs are all legal and seemingly endorsed. God's had enough, and through us he'll end their sinful ways. MAKE NO MISTAKE, my brothers. God's a parent, and like most parents he let his children go. Some of his kids, like you and I, like all of us here in fact...we're the good children. We go off to colleges, pray in one of many God's houses, and practice his doctrine to the tee. The rest...well, they eat their cookies in bed, piss on the carpet, break windows, and vandalize city property with their "ger feeti". The White Knights Association is the cleanup crew...the only way to discipline these kids is to spank them. And that's precisely what we plan to do."
At this point the crowd is absolutely unruly in their agreement. Belem police have to keep the people from tearing their own market down.
"We will strike when the time is right, and when we do, there shall be no retaliation. Because the White Knights Association is eternal...we cannot be stopped. If I die, my brother shall pick up my gun and begin where I left off. If he dies, his brother will pick up HIS gun, and so on and so forth. And believe ME brothers and sisters, Belem, as beautiful as it may be, is not our only home! We're EVERYWHERE that the black man ain't...everywhere the stinking filth we call liberal wouldn't think to look."
"This is our warning to the Marxist pigs that pollute our Earth. This is to let them know if they're culture doesn't take a turn for the better, the White Knights Association will see fit that they're cleansed of inpurities once and for all."
With that a brass band starts up with the anthem of the WKA and a chorus begins to sing in Italian to honor the Catholic background of Belem. The platform begins to move through the market slowly, followed by a cheering crowd, and an unsettling parade unfolds before the world's eyes. The White Knights are here, and that can only mean trouble.
On this night, however, there was no cheeriness; there was no serenity, and there was certainly no peace. The raucous cries of five-hundred hooded men and women filled the night sky rather than the disarming twinkle of the market lights, and the natives were embroiled with rage, waving torches and rifles. Hatred bubbled venemously throughout the neat rows of the market, all of which was provoked by the violently religious White Knights Association.
Before the massive crowd was a gigantic metal platform where the core leaders of the WKA stood in traditional Ku Klux Klan garb, the leader's robes dyed a deep blood red rather than the customary white. As the leader yelled his speech to the people before him, several other WKA members on the stage mimicked his exact words in German and Italian, so as to spread their message to the entire populace; over-hanging televisions and speakers only magnified their disgust for all things "evil".
The message was quite simple, and wasn't unlike previous speeches at WKA rallies. But this time there would be no beating around the bush. This time the White Knights Association would reveal their ultimate goals. The red knight, or the Supreme Gremlin as the crowd had come to know him, took a quick pause to let the crowd's chants of "God is Great" sink in before resuming his "lesson".
"That's right my brothers! And you, you're in the right here to, my sisters! God is INDEEEED great. God is MAHTEE. But God is ANGRY too. Why? Why is he angry? Is it the E-MMORAL execution of babies, which the liberal bah-barians have come to know as ABORTION?"
The crowd hisses and boos. One bystander yells, "Down with the clinics! The fuckin' murderers!" The Supreme Gremlin plows on despite the noise levels.
"Is it the FAGS marryin' under the roofs of his churches that's set him off? (More boos) Maybe it's all them fancy ATHEISTS and their evolution BULLshit! No need for multiple choice, my brothers. It's all of the above and more. Well let me tell you somethin', folks. The end is nigh, and the White Knights Association are the horseman that are gonna help it happen. But fear not, citizens of Belem. Your cities, your streets, they're under the strict protection of JEEEESUS HIMSELF!"
A mighty cheer ensues, followed by dead silence as the Supreme Gremlin hushes the crowd.
"I wish, oh lord do I WISH that the same could be said for the other peoples of the world. Unfortunately, they're gonna perish...first the worst of the sinners will go; than the non-believers. It'll be a quick and nasty blow, issued through God's personal messengers...the White Knights Association. Nations like Tree-Hugging Lesbians have ravaged their independence far too long; God's had enough, and through us he'll end their sinful ways."
The crowd cheers.
"Mike Sarzo has the responsibility of leading a nation. Rather than take the path of the righteous, he's cut off funding for the Catholic church within Sarzonia because they refuse to allow him his sinful marriage. God's had enough, and through us he'll end Sarzo's sinful ways."
The crowd cheers even louder, so long that the Supreme Gremlin has to wait a full seven minutes before he can speak again.
"Rammsteinburg's government has corrupted their people thoroughly; abortion, euthanasia, gay marriage, and drugs are all legal and seemingly endorsed. God's had enough, and through us he'll end their sinful ways. MAKE NO MISTAKE, my brothers. God's a parent, and like most parents he let his children go. Some of his kids, like you and I, like all of us here in fact...we're the good children. We go off to colleges, pray in one of many God's houses, and practice his doctrine to the tee. The rest...well, they eat their cookies in bed, piss on the carpet, break windows, and vandalize city property with their "ger feeti". The White Knights Association is the cleanup crew...the only way to discipline these kids is to spank them. And that's precisely what we plan to do."
At this point the crowd is absolutely unruly in their agreement. Belem police have to keep the people from tearing their own market down.
"We will strike when the time is right, and when we do, there shall be no retaliation. Because the White Knights Association is eternal...we cannot be stopped. If I die, my brother shall pick up my gun and begin where I left off. If he dies, his brother will pick up HIS gun, and so on and so forth. And believe ME brothers and sisters, Belem, as beautiful as it may be, is not our only home! We're EVERYWHERE that the black man ain't...everywhere the stinking filth we call liberal wouldn't think to look."
"This is our warning to the Marxist pigs that pollute our Earth. This is to let them know if they're culture doesn't take a turn for the better, the White Knights Association will see fit that they're cleansed of inpurities once and for all."
With that a brass band starts up with the anthem of the WKA and a chorus begins to sing in Italian to honor the Catholic background of Belem. The platform begins to move through the market slowly, followed by a cheering crowd, and an unsettling parade unfolds before the world's eyes. The White Knights are here, and that can only mean trouble.