CONTINUE the STORY - the sequel.

[Xeraph]

Sean Spicer barked at the commie-liberal media in a series of stattaco outbursts, making people think that...

[Vykrotia]

passenger pigeons still exist. However, Kim Jong-un thought otherwise and stated that...

[Victoriala II]

"It is I that has existed, it is I forevermore. In the age of uncertainty, there dwells I."

He didn't realize that he said these words. The other passengers were surprised. The rain pours deeper.

He had an awkward look on his face as he sees them look in a cringed confusion. W... That did not just happen. Everyone except the driver stared at him. The faces are easily read. For the first time, he has become a genuine center of attention. He never has been back home, he had a funny look, yet he lived in his father's shadow for the entirety of his youth. He was only chosen when his brothers proved incompetent. Yet he succeeded father, with his own violent volition, and became the new face of his land and his eternal belief of self-reliance. Yet still, there dwells he, awkwardly existing in the bus.

My god, he's finally lost it, the faces read.

Out of the corner of his eye, a young woman with a queer look on her eyes stood. All of a sudden, the bus stopped. And so did the passengers, the wind, the sky, the flying dust, the birds, the sea, the universe. Static. Silent. The rain remained stationary, circular droplets. His awkward feeling turned into surprised horror, he reverts into his childhood, unknown and unseen, unable to grasp what his father should have been.

The woman came to her. Masqueraded black, cloaked in nice regard. Short blonde hair, black lips. She looked at him with anticipation. She smiles, assuring good faith.

"Blessed child, you have wandered for too long."

The world suddenly changes. He isn't in his bus seat anymore. A great burning fire envelops him. And as the fire completes its pervasion, he is sent to fall down.

You are of the Dæva.

Falling down, a fire starts to burn on his sleeve. Further as he falls, he is pumped a surge of sheer terror by his thoughts. This isn't happening.

You shall be praised.

The fire starts to take towards his whole arm and his pants. Everything is filled with darkness. Is this hell? Damnation for his and his predecessor's sins?

You shall be despised.

The fire turns to his torso and his other sleeve. Slowly, the fire begins to sear at his skin. Pain of the greatest quantity. His hands felt roasted on a spit. Like a pig.

You shall be brilliant.

The fire now begins to his whole body. Time has become meaningless.

In two years, you will be dead.

From dust we are all made, to dust we all return.

You are born of the destroyer.

In the midst of his burning, he doesn't feel death. He feels changing. His fears slowly die like black wood becoming white ash. In its place he feels something bubbling within him.

You are unbound, without mercy and beyond time.

Rage.

You are the conclusion of existence.

His words ring through his mind as it changes along. In a rhythmic motion, the words become louder, more affirming. It is he that has existed. It is he forever more, in the age of uncertainty, there dwells, he.

The fire begins to dissipate.

You are the vanquisher of fear.

His body changed.

Namo.

He returns to the bus in full balance. Time stopped, his old being vanished like rust. In his place, the blackest skin, a necklace of skulls, a burning halo, and a bloodthirsty rage. His hands and feet like beasts, his hair burns in righteous sacred fury. Four armed, he holds a burning sword, a conch, a trishula and a vajra. He hungers.

He looks to the young woman that started it. She smiles once more.

"Aum Mahakalaye Soha. Welcome back, Bhairava."

Bhairava opens his mouth, his fangs curve outwards. His lips smile for the occasion.

Hours later, there were news of a giant bus accident nearby. The vehicle was reported to have exploded in a tornado of fire.

[The Federation of Kendor]

"It is I that has existed, it is I forevermore. In the age of uncertainty, there dwells I."

He didn't realize that he said these words. The other passengers were surprised. The rain pours deeper.

He had an awkward look on his face as he sees them look in a cringed confusion. W... That did not just happen. Everyone except the driver stared at him. The faces are easily read. For the first time, he has become a genuine center of attention. He never has been back home, he had a funny look, yet he lived in his father's shadow for the entirety of his youth. He was only chosen when his brothers proved incompetent. Yet he succeeded father, with his own violent volition, and became the new face of his land and his eternal belief of self-reliance. Yet still, there dwells he, awkwardly existing in the bus.

My god, he's finally lost it, the faces read.

Out of the corner of his eye, a young woman with a queer look on her eyes stood. All of a sudden, the bus stopped. And so did the passengers, the wind, the sky, the flying dust, the birds, the sea, the universe. Static. Silent. The rain remained stationary, circular droplets. His awkward feeling turned into surprised horror, he reverts into his childhood, unknown and unseen, unable to grasp what his father should have been.

The woman came to her. Masqueraded black, cloaked in nice regard. Short blonde hair, black lips. She looked at him with anticipation. She smiles, assuring good faith.

"Blessed child, you have wandered for too long."

The world suddenly changes. He isn't in his bus seat anymore. A great burning fire envelops him. And as the fire completes its pervasion, he is sent to fall down.

You are of the Dæva.

Falling down, a fire starts to burn on his sleeve. Further as he falls, he is pumped a surge of sheer terror by his thoughts. This isn't happening.

You shall be praised.

The fire starts to take towards his whole arm and his pants. Everything is filled with darkness. Is this hell? Damnation for his and his predecessor's sins?

You shall be despised.

The fire turns to his torso and his other sleeve. Slowly, the fire begins to sear at his skin. Pain of the greatest quantity. His hands felt roasted on a spit. Like a pig.

You shall be brilliant.

The fire now begins to his whole body. Time has become meaningless.

In two years, you will be dead.

From dust we are all made, to dust we all return.

You are born of the destroyer.

In the midst of his burning, he doesn't feel death. He feels changing. His fears slowly die like black wood becoming white ash. In its place he feels something bubbling within him.

You are unbound, without mercy and beyond time.

Rage.

You are the conclusion of existence.

His words ring through his mind as it changes along. In a rhythmic motion, the words become louder, more affirming. It is he that has existed. It is he forever more, in the age of uncertainty, there dwells, he.

The fire begins to dissipate.

You are the vanquisher of fear.

His body changed.

Namo.

He returns to the bus in full balance. Time stopped, his old being vanished like rust. In his place, the blackest skin, a necklace of skulls, a burning halo, and a bloodthirsty rage. His hands and feet like beasts, his hair burns in righteous sacred fury. Four armed, he holds a burning sword, a conch, a trishula and a vajra. He hungers.

He looks to the young woman that started it. She smiles once more.

"Aum Mahakalaye Soha. Welcome back, Bhairava."

Bhairava opens his mouth, his fangs curve outwards. His lips smile for the occasion.

Hours later, there were news of a giant bus accident nearby. The vehicle was reported to have exploded in a tornado of fire.

The apocalypse soon happens, but the fire of the bus turned into water, and the souls of the dead occupants of the bus, except Kim Jong Un, gathered into a huge being of peace and goodness, blessed with the powers of God and the Angels. The being soon started to attack Bhairava, throwing some internet #'s like #Gamergate, #Harambebelieves, #Rhodesmustfall, #FreeKendor, etc

[The Foxes Swamp]

"It is I that has existed, it is I forevermore. In the age of uncertainty, there dwells I."

He didn't realize that he said these words. The other passengers were surprised. The rain pours deeper.

He had an awkward look on his face as he sees them look in a cringed confusion. W... That did not just happen. Everyone except the driver stared at him. The faces are easily read. For the first time, he has become a genuine center of attention. He never has been back home, he had a funny look, yet he lived in his father's shadow for the entirety of his youth. He was only chosen when his brothers proved incompetent. Yet he succeeded father, with his own violent volition, and became the new face of his land and his eternal belief of self-reliance. Yet still, there dwells he, awkwardly existing in the bus.

My god, he's finally lost it, the faces read.

Out of the corner of his eye, a young woman with a queer look on her eyes stood. All of a sudden, the bus stopped. And so did the passengers, the wind, the sky, the flying dust, the birds, the sea, the universe. Static. Silent. The rain remained stationary, circular droplets. His awkward feeling turned into surprised horror, he reverts into his childhood, unknown and unseen, unable to grasp what his father should have been.

The woman came to her. Masqueraded black, cloaked in nice regard. Short blonde hair, black lips. She looked at him with anticipation. She smiles, assuring good faith.

"Blessed child, you have wandered for too long."

The world suddenly changes. He isn't in his bus seat anymore. A great burning fire envelops him. And as the fire completes its pervasion, he is sent to fall down.

You are of the Dæva.

Falling down, a fire starts to burn on his sleeve. Further as he falls, he is pumped a surge of sheer terror by his thoughts. This isn't happening.

You shall be praised.

The fire starts to take towards his whole arm and his pants. Everything is filled with darkness. Is this hell? Damnation for his and his predecessor's sins?

You shall be despised.

The fire turns to his torso and his other sleeve. Slowly, the fire begins to sear at his skin. Pain of the greatest quantity. His hands felt roasted on a spit. Like a pig.

You shall be brilliant.

The fire now begins to his whole body. Time has become meaningless.

In two years, you will be dead.

From dust we are all made, to dust we all return.

You are born of the destroyer.

In the midst of his burning, he doesn't feel death. He feels changing. His fears slowly die like black wood becoming white ash. In its place he feels something bubbling within him.

You are unbound, without mercy and beyond time.

Rage.

You are the conclusion of existence.

His words ring through his mind as it changes along. In a rhythmic motion, the words become louder, more affirming. It is he that has existed. It is he forever more, in the age of uncertainty, there dwells, he.

The fire begins to dissipate.

You are the vanquisher of fear.

His body changed.

Namo.

He returns to the bus in full balance. Time stopped, his old being vanished like rust. In his place, the blackest skin, a necklace of skulls, a burning halo, and a bloodthirsty rage. His hands and feet like beasts, his hair burns in righteous sacred fury. Four armed, he holds a burning sword, a conch, a trishula and a vajra. He hungers.

He looks to the young woman that started it. She smiles once more.

"Aum Mahakalaye Soha. Welcome back, Bhairava."

Bhairava opens his mouth, his fangs curve outwards. His lips smile for the occasion.

Hours later, there were news of a giant bus accident nearby. The vehicle was reported to have exploded in a tornado of fire.

The apocalypse soon happens, but the fire of the bus turned into water, and the souls of the dead occupants of the bus, except Kim Jong Un, gathered into a huge being of peace and goodness, blessed with the powers of God and the Angels. The being soon started to attack Bhairava, throwing some internet #'s like #Gamergate, #Harambebelieves, #Rhodesmustfall, #FreeKendor, etc

meanwhile back at the ranch...

[The Federation of Kendor]

The apocalypse soon happens, but the fire of the bus turned into water, and the souls of the dead occupants of the bus, except Kim Jong Un, gathered into a huge being of peace and goodness, blessed with the powers of God and the Angels. The being soon started to attack Bhairava, throwing some internet #'s like #Gamergate, #Harambebelieves, #Rhodesmustfall, #FreeKendor, etc

meanwhile back at the ranch...

A person break the fourth wall as he doesn't know what the ranch even is. Then

[The Foxes Swamp]

meanwhile back at the ranch...

A person break the fourth wall as he doesn't know what the ranch even is. Then

the cowboys at the ranch went south towards...

[The Federation of Kendor]

A person break the fourth wall as he doesn't know what the ranch even is. Then

the cowboys at the ranch went south towards...

A desert, where

[Yan (Ancient II)]

They found the tart ravel button... (from page 60)

[Vykrotia]

that would soon lead to

[DankDerp Pinata]

All the nations in NationStates to become real...

[The Federation of Kendor]

All the nations in NationStates to become real...

Then, the nation of Kendor, which become real along with all NS Nations, decided to imvestigate an anomaly about

[Nancivania]

All the nations in NationStates to become real...

Then, the nation of Kendor, which become real along with all NS Nations, decided to imvestigate an anomaly about

Brightly colored futons that...

[The Federation of Kendor]

Then, the nation of Kendor, which become real along with all NS Nations, decided to imvestigate an anomaly about

Brightly colored futons that...

The Japanese anime characters, that seem to visit Kendor recently, use. Then

[C O M E T]

Brightly colored futons that...

The Japanese anime characters, that seem to visit Kendor recently, use. Then

then Kendor was abducted by these same greyish anime characters and was turned into a plush toy which was sold at a random Dollar Store to a small Jewish child who had a box of stickpins that believed in voodoo...

lol.

[The Federation of Kendor]

The Japanese anime characters, that seem to visit Kendor recently, use. Then

then Kendor was abducted by these same greyish anime characters and was turned into a plush toy which was sold at a random Dollar Store to a small Jewish child who had a box of stickpins that believed in voodoo...

lol.

So Dhairava, the god of fire and destruction, who was previously Kim Jong Un, save Kendor and revert him back to normal. Unfortunately, in exchange, Kendor must become a god of destruction, which he refused. Dhairava then attempted to kill Kendor, but God save Kendor at the last moment. Then

[Vykrotia]

all of a sudden, a bag of DORITOS® Nacho Cheese Flavored Tortilla Chips came out of nowhere and RKO'd

[Awitha]

John cena, then a space marine stared very angrily at

[The Federation of Kendor]

John cena, then a space marine stared very angrily at

Cthulhu, then

[Vykrotia]

John Locke began questioning if DORITOS® Nacho Cheese Flavored Tortilla Chips are really that BOLD because he

[The Federation of Kendor]

John Locke began questioning if DORITOS® Nacho Cheese Flavored Tortilla Chips are really that BOLD because he

Thinks that BOLD are undemocratic. Then, Adam Smith and Karl Marx fight, resulting in

[The Foxes Swamp]

John Locke began questioning if DORITOS® Nacho Cheese Flavored Tortilla Chips are really that BOLD because he

Thinks that BOLD are undemocratic. Then, Adam Smith and Karl Marx fight, resulting in

a cuddle which was instigated when...

[The Federation of Kendor]

Thinks that BOLD are undemocratic. Then, Adam Smith and Karl Marx fight, resulting in

a cuddle which was instigated when...

Micheal Jackson singed Thriller. Then

[Dylar]

a cuddle which was instigated when...

Micheal Jackson singed Thriller. Then

Tupac came back and instigated another gang war which-

[C O M E T]

Micheal Jackson singed Thriller. Then

Tupac came back and instigated another gang war which-

enlarged Biggie Smalls balls and ruined his career in the afterlife singing Christian Rock songs in duets with...