"HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!" I screamed after vaporizing myself with a nuke to birth Jupiter into a star so it could take down Saturn.

The new sun glowed... the sun of the depths. The roots of the Great Oak tree ran deep. It was the Spirit of the depths, and it was here to usurp the Spirit of the time. Saturn's hold was all but momentary in the grand scheme of things. In the blink of an eye, Jupiter gave it the perfect solar suplex!

I knew all along what the Machine Elves had been up to. I saw through their elaborate schemes all those years ago, when they showed me...

The mind of man... the mind of man can lift anything.

And here I was, left in the darkness of my own madness.

Whither?
Wither?

Now in my atomized form, complete devoid of being, the spirit of the depths submerged me in the drowning. The great vacuum. And as I gasped for breath, my eyes opened. I caught a glimpse of the world as is, the inner world, the ever-changing, formless inner and outer.
And that is when I realized that events had no meaning, we merely ascribed meaning to events. The outer never changed. It was always we who changed. The outer was formless repetition and combination in the pursuit of the novel. And I?

The world did not change, and I did not change. It was the Agent/Arena complex transmogrified.
I saw the ant on the grass. A person. A god. I stepped on. To move forward.
If progress is all that will last? Does it matter if I stand on a god on the grass? What if you are on the grass?

In the madness of my own eternal night, the shadows creep over me. Seized by gravity. Their weight. I carry it, and it pulls me down.

Sinking into the blackest mud.

Standing with black dirt up to my knees, I know I haven't much time.
I must move forward.

"There it is! As thin and sharp as the razor's edge! The narrow crack leading deeper into the cave!"

The black mud is replaced by dark shallow water, and then I see it, at the center of the cave.

The black brown mud is replaced by dark shallow water, and there it is at the centre of the cave!

A dark red luminous six-sided crystal; its light gave off extreme cold/entropy.

"It must be conquered!" a voice called out from above.

I must move forward.

Frightful noises of shrieking voices surround me.

The luminescence of the dark stone reflected the shadows of the nondescript bodies floating down the dark stream.

"BILLIONS MUST DIE!!!" the incandescent light beckons.

I grab the crystal, holding it in my hand.

The extreme cold envelops me. The very nature of the universe. The cold nothingness. I feel its all nothingness. Pulling in at my everything.

"The crystal must be conquered!" a voice calls from above.

I finally understand where I am and what is going on. I know what this six-sided crystal represents. And I know the word to conquer it!

"NIGGER!" I proclaim.

The crystal shatters. And I see it! Deep within the raging hexagonal storm on Saturn. That which is written in the dark hole, and that of where it leads...

I see it and terror seizes me.

What did I see?

The wounds of doubt inflicted upon my soul. Overcome! And I am restored!?

The recognition of the supreme meaning.

The deepest reach.

The spirit of contemplation ripping apart and dismantling everything. The spirit of the depths rising to swallow the man who deconstructs. To overcome that of time. To restore the spirit of the sun to those of solar spirit. An endless dance, of repetition, of cycles.

The spirit of torment, always demanding more.

In between all the visions I glimpse the one. The one who shines so bright I cannot gaze upon.

"Even if you lead me through madness I trust in you my soul! The forgotten power source and functionary of man, and mediator of the agent/arena complex.
How could I dream of walking under the warmth of the sun without enduring the coldness of without?"

I knew the truth of the cold outerverse and now I knew the truth of the warm innerverse.

It was then that I had my answer. What I had been looking for all those years ago... vroom! vrooooom! vroooooooom!

...

Bound to this prison planet, imprisoning our souls in lightless cells.
Ancients signs gave rise to prophesied troubles. We ignored at a cost. The last of the hall of costs.
Infernal consooming poison and agonized unliving; modernized latest chic.
The deadly serpent of judgment feigning the role of the healer and carer as it offers paternalistic relationships. Infantilaztion of man and predation of the human.
They shattered their spines upon the truth.

...

The world is a desert. Even the "Christianity" that was preached lacked the Divine.

For you see, Madness is Divine!

And when the desert begins to bloom in all sorts of otherworldly vegetation, you will consider yourself mad! For you have in fact become mad!

When the soul compels the body to burst from its chains.... and attempts (to be) free.
In practicing this escape from prison one is called mad by common consensus.

"For how can man be slave if every man is a slave?" the Sane question.

Nothing of greatness can be accomplished without supplication to the madness of the divine. For what was a hallucination gained upon altered perception of consciousness? It was merely the removal of filters. The processing of raw data. From seeing the halos that exist around lights, to interpreting raw data into a conversation with the spirits. It was reaching further into what was normally permitted of the animal homo sapien and grabbing technology beyond its wildest contemplations.

Madness was always to be overcome, but also to never be lacking. Of man was of mastery. Balance was godly.

...

In the 20th century we became masters of the material world. And so to enter into the realm of the true soul was seen as madness, and global consciousness of the peoples became spiritually void, and material driven "God was dead!..?" The constant consoomption of the material in a vain attempt to replace the spiritual. An inevitable death spiral. For we were merely a silver age civilization, we were of the moon, reflecting the light of the son, never knowing, never believing beyond equality, never seeing the way of the Gods, the way of the Solar.

I shouted "AHHHHHHHH!" as I felt the over-powering of my soul!

I looked at the remnants of the red stone.

I had shattered the six-sided red crystal with my high testosterone grip strength. Only a real man could conquer this. Balance was godly, and my strength tipped the scales.

Suddenly I exploded!

It was the brightest solar heights!

Lux moderna!

Katabasis!

...

You think you know the deepest depths of the abyss, you modern people! The man made horrors beyond your comprehension! Oh you will live it!

That which is to come, you will live it.
The deepest pain, the constant torment, the complete deracination; all the devilish things that man has done and will do, you will do it to yourself. You will inflict the knife upon yourself!

The sacrosanct overflowing of the dark red river, bringing new life. It demands fertilization.
New life does not develop outside of us, but within us.

The spirit of time was that of that plant, and so all heroic values were erased in favor of endless growth and reproduction. Eudemonia censored and Hedonia as simulacrum.

Our foundations were caught up in excrement, but what is excrement if not a fertilizer?
We will fall into the cesspool of the last man and lie amongst the rubble of all the lost centuries before us... and they expect one of us in the rubble brother... and what will sprout from the corpses?

What will sprout?

What will burst forth from this storm cloud?

"Tell me!" I called out, lost in the cloud.

...

A trusting voice spake "Wake up American Nigger Hunter X! You are in heaven!"

"Hitler?!" I questioned.

It totally looked like heaven, because there was anime babes everywhere! What was Hitler doing here? Was he God?

"Yes it is I, for you see I am God. That's why I tried to solve the Jewish problem by giving them Barbados or wherever it was we were going to send them... But you know what?! After all these millennia of being betrayed by (them), I mean come on its in the Bible! I should have known better! I appealed to reason! I tried to make peace for the world and end the (I)nternational (F)inancial (C)artel of Jewish individuals. I appealed to reason, but oh how they besmirched me!"

Hitler showed me a paper from the past.

"But just like when I was Jesus, they found a way to subvert me!" Hitler continued.

I couldn't believe that God was Hitler and also that Hitler was Jesus! This was totally crazy! But maybe it made total sense?
As Hitler continued telling his story I just looked around thinking Whhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaat?

That's when the sound of a nearby waterfall stopped. I knew it when I saw him appear from behind some bushes. It was God.

"Sorry about that bro! I was taking a piss. And don't mind Hitler! He's just one of the resident pranksters. So what was this about?" God said as he sat down behind his desk.

Wow! It was God. I didn't know what to do I was so awed. I could ask God anything I wanted, and learn knowledge beyond my wildest comprehension!

"Why can I see you?" I quickly asked so as to not just stand there staring at God's jawline.

"I normally hide behind bushes and project my voice, or use blinding light to prevent my visibility; or the ol' hide behind the burning bush. In proto-societies when I showed myself, it led to Looksmaxxing cults and the complete degradation and collapse of society. Man was not meant to gaze upon such excellence, but you are truly of heroic temperament and values, and you have abs that could stop a shotgun blast, and pecs that could move a mountain, for you are a child of mine! A real human bean!" God complimented me.

"Why do Africans in Western societies commit so much crime!?"

"Think of all the situations where you were stressed, annoyed, angry, scared, whatever, and you had that little voice in your head saying "God dammit I wish i could do X" but then immediately disregarded it, or recognized it as a fantasy, because the consequences were greater than the reward.
That's the difference between a nigger and a human... niggers just do it, without hesitation, damned the consequences. Due to MAOA gene being prevalent in their population, it means they respond much more rapidly to perceived slights, and so with quicker reactions but less time to think, the more rapidly someone responds to a perceived threat, the more likely violence will occur as a response; violence is simple and base. On top of this they have an 40% increase in estrogen levels in comparison to Europeans. If you have ever seen women fight you know the levels of barbarity that they will stoop to, this is the estrogen meaning the destruction of their opponent, whether that means psychically and/or physically scaring them, pulling out their hair, disfiguring, or killing them. This is the basis of never turning your back to these animals, they are completely unpredictable and prone to straight out murder you for a perceived slight that you may not even have been aware of.
The high estrogen also causes genesis of their obsession with "fashionable" clothes, jewelry, shoes, and booze.
But the real reason they commit so much crime is because the laws exist. If they were returned to lawless parts of Africa they could live lives free of being called 'criminal' and form sucessful 'civlilations' based on Big Man culture and society. Europeans designed modernity, so of course they are more adapted to following the laws. Genetics selects for culture, and culture modulates genetics."

"WOW! That explains so much! So why do gays exist?"

"Buttworms!" God explained "They were Satan incarnate. It spread through Sodomy, so I destroyed the city and another with meteorites. I told them not to have sex with the animals eating the worms in the grounds, but they wouldn't listen. I stopped them from creating minotaurs and other abominations, but a thousand years later you get Poo Play, Piss Orgies, and other gay stuff making Aids, Monkey Pox, and that disease that caused the cataclysm. At night the Buttworms would crawl out of the person's butt, causing it to itch, so they would scratch and later consume them and restart the cycle, but also the Buttworms left the butthole to spread to others in the bed nearby. The Buttworms are essentially demonic parasites that alter the behaviour of the host, pushing them towards sinful behaviour. It's like how I told the Muslims to use their left hand as a poo-hand, and they eat with their right hand. That is because they just couldn't get basic hygiene. Oh I tell you! They pissed me off too many times so I told them not to eat pig. They will always be missing out on the second best taste, tastes just like human! Anyway the Buttworms alter the brain chemistry making the possessed individual anally fixated with desires of eating poo or eating around the anus, as well as an increased propensity to raping younger animals of the same species."

"WOW! COOL STORY! So the Buttworms are demons living in people's butts? and that's why most Gays were molested as children because the butt parasites were passed to them when their immune system was weak? Wow so much to unpack!"

"Well I'm glad you are satisfied, I am off now. A busy day of creating a new ethnic group of people, you really got to work the detail to make it worthwhile, know what I mean?"

"Yeah... so that's it? No more questions or why I am here?"

"Oh sorry bro, did I not tell you that you only had three questions?" God said as he disappeared.

Hitler slapped me on the back!

"Don't worry, you get one wish!"

"This isn't another of your pranks Hitler?" I questioned.

Various anime girls from all my favourite shows clung to me.

"Trust me" Hitler said "I'm the Fuhrer. Just hold onto all your anime waifus and make a wish from the most deepest depths of your heart, soul, and mind."

I hugged all my anime waifus with all my heart, soul, and mind, as I totally came prematurely.

....

....

....

It was a Tuesday.

"Wake up American Nigger Hunter X! The city needs you!" a familiar voice called out.

I came to. I was half dosed and half-cut on qualuudes and dank quality weed. I was sat on the passenger seat of my all American made muscle car, drooling. Detective Blackman in the driver's seat responding to a radio call.

"Wow! I just had the craziest dream! And you were in it! It was set in a world where there was these people called Jus, and they subverted all of our beautiful sacred and divine institutions, and somehow I managed to wish them all away, and then I woke up... in the dream world there was a complete different history, it was this weird 'clown-world', and we all paid tax to some Juish country in the middle east, and we constantly invaded other countries on their behalf, and we did so because of a made up story! It was so crazy and legit! And they had these islands!"

"Ha ha ha! Sounds crazy bud! But shiiiiieeeeetttt! you better buckle up, we got a 402! A bunch of Niggers to bust up. Christ is King!" Detective Blackman corresponded over the comms.

That's when I remembered how society began to rot in the dream 'clown-world' because we were no longer allowed to bust up Niggers due to the Juish influence of doing some sort of statecraft magic to make them clients of the state. The world of the dream began to fade, I tried to hold on, but I lost the tether. I could no longer make sense of this foreign world.

Detective Blackman and I, American Nigger Hunter X, patrolled these streets! It was going to be a long night of busting Niggers, but someone had to do it, and that's why they called us heroes. Everything was as it should be. There were no Juish waifus to tempt me from my wife. And therefore there was no Trojan war. It was just a couple of guys, grilling, busting Niggers, and doing man things like committing to Jihad and conquering North America.

"Here we go! You ready?" Detective Blackman asked as he got out of the car pistol in hand.

I was so out of it from all the Qualuudes but smugly managed to open the car door. My hands struggled to lift my weapon. It felt so heavy.

There was a bunch of Niggers attempting to rape a white woman.

"Stop! In the name of the law under King Charles the protectorate and holy eminence of the English Church!" I proclaimed.

A rasta voodoo tried to cast a spell "This is racist! How come you police never come to stop white man when he raping black women?"

"Because that never happens. Everyone wants to rape white women" I answered as I pulled the trigger activating my heavy machine gun.

"Shiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeett!!!!!" Detective Blackman exclaimed as I blew all the rapists to hell.

Thankfully I somehow missed the rape victim. I had killed under a hundred civilians this year so far, which was a pretty good score.

"DIE!" a black criminal child screamed as he readied to pull the trigger.

"SSSSSHiiiiiiieeeeettt!" Detective Blackman cried.

My whole life flashed before me, all that grilling, and all that city councilling and body slamming nerds, I saw it all. And then I heard it! The shot!

The kid's head exploded.

Detective Blackman unloaded several shots just to make sure this young criminal was retired.

"Phew!!! All clear! Christ is King!" Detective Blackman relayed over the super cops radio comms.

The state would push this story of super cops saving white woman from white-obsessed Niiger-Black incel terrorists. The people would never know of the collateral damage. It was for their own good, as the saying goes 'If you give a gay his way'... same for Niggers.

...

"American Nigger Hunter X!" Judge shouted.

He continued "You are to be awarded the key to the city, for your excellent service of hunting Niggers. And you too, rise Detective Blackman, you too are to receive a gold medal, and a platinum badge. Well done. You both did it!"

Judge cried as he looked over to his son, who would one day be replacing him. His son meant the world to him.

I looked out to my family. So many kids. I had totally done it. Everyone cheered. I saw Detective Blackman looking out to some African people. Did he have a family? I had never asked as I didn't want to seem like I didn't know after all this time.

That's when it happened.

Envious minorities entered the civilized halls of democracy ready to shoot us all. They shouted the most hateful slurs at Detective Blackman because they didn't understand that you didn't have to act like a Nigger. Thank God we lived in a culture where everyone had a gun. The crowd shot down the envious leagues of minorities who were envious of our living standards, which were a result of our value system.

"Free Pizza for everyone! And beer!" Judge proclaimed.

And so it was thus.

The End...?

Somewhere out there... in the darkest, most blackest of markets... several shekels changed hands!

"Muhahaha Muhahaha! I'll get you yet!" Rabbi Foreskinstein rubbed his hands.

To be continued in 'British Paki Hunter Y' and 'German Turkroach Hunter Z'.

Chapter 1 Killing Pride
Chapter 2 Save the Jew Save the World
Chapter 3 Faker Than the Holocaust
Chapter 4 Planet of the Niggers
Chapter 5 Twelve Angry Jews
Chapter 6 One Flew over the Jewcoos Nest
Chapter 7 From My Virtue to My Principles
Chapter 8 Gods of Culture
Chapter 9 The Twin Towers
Chapter 10 Totalitarianism of Compassion
Chapter 11 Day of the Rope
Chapter 12 The Infantilization of Man
Chapter 13 Talmudic Influence on the Polyhedron World
Chapter 14 DIE
Chapter 15 The Usurper
Chapter 16 What a Nation is Built Upon
Chapter 17 Chinese Terminator
Chapter 18 A Simulacrum on a Simulacrum
Chapter 19 Future Perfect; the Godless World
Chapter 20 The Cost of God
Chapter 21 Riddle Me This, Nigger
Chapter 22 Lodestar; the Love of Christ or a Change of Heart
Chapter 23 They Don't Think It Be Like It Is, But It Do
Chapter 24 The Castle in the Sky
Chapter 25 The Reification of Life
Chapter 26 Imperfect Symmetry
Chapter 27 Pieces and Puzzles
Chapter 28 Steps of a God
Chapter 29 Darker Than White