HOMOFRONT GENERAL "Agent 111" aka "Lemon Pledge": You have reached your end, O heteronormative theocratic homophobes. The mandatory mother-and-father units to raise a child; the Patriarchate of Izhevsk, Saransk, Cheboksary, Yoshkar-Ola, and all Volzh'; the internalised homophobia of closet homosexuals in the legislature proposing the suppression of LGBTQ+ youth's rights, voices, and existence—this ends now! That, or you are all to be put to the sword. NOW.*turns on the radio for all Povolzhyi to listen to as broadcast over their now-hijacked television sets to the tune of Britney Spears's "Circus"*
There's only two types of straight folks in the world:
Ones that discriminate, and ones that stood watch.
But homos, they're a put-up-a-fight type of folk.
Hate economy, first class for them! Oh-oh...
They're double rainbows, they bring the storm! (the storm!)
They're rape victims, in the dorm! But they put up a fi-i-ight!
[hook]
They feel heteronormativity's sting!
Watch as they turn on their erstwhile tormentors!
They're like a freak in the heart of the rhing!
They are ready, the backdoor to enter!
[chorus]
Feel the sting your tormented become tormentors! (uh-huh!)
When you taste the pain then you're gonna just plead like a pretender! (uh-uh!)
Don't stand there or lie there, join us, found a Homofront cell!
Everybody rise up, paint the world red with the black blood of our oppressors! (uh-huh!)
*song continues to play in the background as the footage shifts from the rainbow flag with crossed Kalashnikov rifles to rainbow-masked men and women and everything in between putting historic buildings throughout the Povolzhye Khaganate to the torch*
Your Lady of Kazan is not Ours,
Your Patriarch demands she bows,
Your legislature advocates our suppression,
Your government turns a blind eye to our passion,
Your b*tch-of-a-Khatan is a homophobic, transphobic, heteronomative, internalised-misogynistic bigotress!
So we shall save her for last, after her everything she loves and lords over has been taken away from her, before her eyes...
*footage shifts to a triad of a man and two trans-women by his side speaking from a podium while a rainbow flag with crossed Kalashnikov rifles hangs on a wall behind them*HOMOFRONT GENERAL "Agent 11" aka "Chipperella": Let it be known that—lesbian, gay, bisexual, pre-and-inter-and-post-transition transgender, genderqueer, non-binary, intersex, asexual, pansexual, two-spirit, genderfluid, drag queens, drag kings, and aromantics—our brothers, sisters, and everything in between is called upon to lead the sexual and gender revolution throughout this green-and-blue earth, to take down the great homophobic institutes: the Church, the Synagogue, the Mosque, the government, the patriarchy, the backwards backwoods of backwaters that deny the existence of LGBTQIA+ peoples as equals—if not greater—than the heteronormatives!
HOMOFRONT ADJUTANT GENERAL "Agent 69" aka "Stripperella": Agent 11 has said his piece, what say you, Commander?
HOMOFRONT COMMANDER "Agent 000" aka "Conchita Wurst": It is done. Let all heteronormative, homophobic, theocratic, Abrahamic, and transphobic nations be warned: you live on borrowed time. Live each day as if they were your last, for you know not which one it shall be.
Despite the extended daylight hours—as afforded by the summer months—it was getting dark quickly throughout the Povolzhye Khaganate. But this did not bother the Povolzhyi Homofront cell one bit as—having dealt serious explosive damage to the under-construction Ar-Ramin Mosque and set fire to part of the Povolzhyi Islamic University's branch in Ufa, all in a day's work to stick it to the homophobic man throughout one of the most populous and visited cities in the entire Khaganate. Despite its population and frequent visitations, the security situation in Ufa was considerably less tight—and more open to corruption—than in the largest city, Kazan, despite the former's newfound status as the Khaganate's capital. Thus, Povolzhyi Homofront cell was able to take shelter in its makeshift Base of Operations—a series of lead-lined and concrete-lined rooms situated in the basement of a run-down motel, long-abandoned by its former owner, an elderly man who was forcibly taken to a sanatorium after he began spouting cryptic sentences about homosexuals running amok—and the Homofront High Command was discussing its plans going forward, in the most secure room in the building; lined with both lead and concrete:
"Brothers, sisters, brosters, and everything in between!" roused Commander Conchita Wurst, speaking to the assembled High Command sitting at a low-set, aged, and well-worn wooden table: Adjutant General Stripperella, First General Chipperella, General Lemon Pledge, Lieutenant-General Spin-N-Meet, and Major-General Beefy Man.
[...]
"The winds of progress had begun under Commandante Bera, the previous leader of Greater Dienstad's extended Homofront cells. I was one of his many lovers, but sadly, he was slain when the compound we were sheltering in for our last stand against the heteronormies was fire-bombed. On his makeshift deathbed on a pile of rubble, he bequeathed me the leadership of Dienstadi Homofront, then he breathed his last... and then Commandante Bera was no more. A great man who loved people of all genders and sexes, his legacy shall live on."
Conchita wiped away an errant tear flowing down her cheek and towards her beard—which turned into a huge flow of tears and wave of sobbing—while the rest of the High Command bowed their heads for a moment's silence to Commandante Bera. Once Conchita had regained her composure, she continued, raising a clenched fist into the air:
Having finished her speech, Conchita bowed and the High Command clapped, roaring in approval; the lead and concrete sound and signal-proofing meant that they did not have to worry about anyone overhearing them. Then she asked her command: "I mean, how are the rest of our cells throughout Greater Dienstad going, anyway? I haven't heard from the cells in the Timocratic Republic, or the Scandinvans, lately."