By: Laconic
[2003-09-06]
Antwan's Army
Post from the Apocalypse
May 24 2007: I sit here in my bunker knowing that the end is near. It began on a day like any other. Despite his bravado, President Bush was still unable to capture the elusive Knifekitten.
Antwan still seemed innocent back then. He started, as The Cheat predicted, as a harmless Internet fad. After ostensibly killing Posthumous Antwan made the news-post and from there he spread. People would walk around saying, "That's so Antwan" or "This is the most Antwan day ever." Eventually he used his fame and fortune to buy a small island nation. You know, like Dr. Doom.
It should have been obvious to me - to all of us - that Antwan would choose this moment to strike, when American forces were spread around the globe chasing the kitten made of knives. Through methods still unclear to me Antwan summoned an unholy army and spread across the planet. At first none of the Thingsihate regulars reacted. Annna and Matie were too busy arguing whether the army was more of an
Evil Dead zombie kind of evil or a Lovecraft Elder God kind of evil. Biscuit showed an almost unearthly zeal in his hatred for Antwan... but unfortunately he was easily distracted and soon fell to Antwan's hordes.
Ironically, the first real hope came from Morticia. Antwan himself was too powerful to attack alone; her only hope was to attack the armies Antwan's second in command. Using her spooky powers Morticia defeated The Cheat and turned his forces against Antwan himself. Her help, however, soon proved to be a double-edged sword as she proved herself as ruthless a ruler as Antwan.
Still, the new war between Antwan and Morticia gave the rest of Thingsihate a chance to form a real resistance. After realizing that Antwan's army was actually Lovecraftian elder gods
controlling zombie-like puppet demons Annna and Matie reconciled and with the help of Pops began making subversive buttons like "Let the bunny be, Antwan." And "Please stop taking over the world Antwan." Though Antwan had killed many of his robot clones, the true Posthumous in his secret hideout began producing biting political cartoons against Antwan - which, unfortunately, no one understood.
It was at this time the forces of earth mounted one last offensive against the Elder God/Zombie army and attacked the very heart of Antwan's army. I regret to this day not being there - I was too much of a coward to fight, I thought my place was here, in the bunker. But now I wish I'd died there with the rest of them.
The devastated army that returned told me the story: Right as they reached Antwan's castle there appeared a new force. At first they didn't understand that Mortica's army was attacking them and by the time they began to fight back it was too late. It seemed the dark powers that Antwan and Morticia had attempted to control had warped their minds; they were now such hollow shells of their former selves that they were working together. The human armies of earth are now so weak that I fear we will never be able to challenge Antwan/Morticia's brutal rule.
Wait... What's there on the horizon? My God, the rumors were true - he does still live! Perhaps with his help there is hope, maybe in this darkest hour humanity can live on. Live on with the help...
...of Knifekitten!
Besides the all of the other great images, now I'm thinking of Morticia wearing a leather harness!
No one will ever suspect the smackdown leveled by a certain 16th President of the United States. When it happens, it'll be too late to run for cover.
I once dabbled in Lovecraft books. Never found them to my taste though. But then again, I am an incredible idiot, so go figure. I am currently reading through Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash again, which I am enjoying more than the first time around (if that is at all possible). It might even get my award for "Most Enjoyable Cyberpunk Novel EVER."
In regards to the updated scoreboard in my mind, this was good, but Posthumous and Biscuit are still neck and neck for the preserves. Much like the bee vs. the wasp, one will win.
The sooper-market here has canned Oregon blackberries year round. Sometimes I get them to spoon over ice cream. The Oregon blackberries are just boiled and canned, so if I want to make preserves of them, I'd add sugar and simmer them a lot more. Every time I hear of more forest fires in the Cascade Range, I think: "More blackberries!"
I don't have anything that's even remotely like preserves. Once I even ate Welch's grape jelly.
Though Antwan had killed many of his robot clones, the true Posthumous in his secret hideout began producing biting political cartoons against Antwan - which, unfortunately, no one understood
If I didn't REALLY want those preserves, I'd vote for you Laconic, just for this.
A lovely story, and I am not just saying that because I figure prominently in it. I was a tad disappointed that at the end there wasn't
more bloodshed. It would have been a great alternate ending if I could have triumphantly towered over the fallen Antwan in my glossy black leather breastplate, one dainty size 9 thigh-high stiletto boot resting upon his cooling body. My trusty sword would be raised high whilst the villagers cheered, knowing that they were safe once again from the tyrant Antwan.
this could be a prologe to "kitten in twilight." can i give knifekitten directions to the island fortress? hmm? i wanna be involved in the destruction on evil. or part of it myself... it gets lonesome existing only in the message boards
this would work very well as a prolouge to "Kitten in Twilight", but I'm mostly just saying that because I expect Kitten in Twilight to win the contest and I want to be attached to it's glory. Though I suppose I should withhold judgement till I see all the entries.
I got through most of this but stopped because it is terrible. When you're through sucking the dicks of the bottom-barrel of thingsihate you can go straight to hell.
I don't even know who wants to read a story about these idiots. ps, the story is bad too, not just the characters.
You're just jealous because nobody wants to write any fan fictions about you. What? What was that? I couldn't hear you over the cheering of my fan club. That's right. Get back in your sport S.U.V. and drive away defeated. Utterly defeated.
THIS WAS GREAT, BUT I LOST VERY EASILY. Antwan you no longer have a fanclub, and Where the hell did "casey" come from??? Does she not know this is a Fan Fiction, stories about Thingsihate people? LACONIC RULES, HE WILL WIN!!!
Nakoruru jumped in to become the new president. And no! Laconic MUST fall!
What, there is no Nakoruru. You're Nakoruru, You've already told me once before. Face it antwan, you have lost the preserves, you lost your fanclub, you've lost everything...Just because you gave a jonas a compliment. But don't worry, Laconic and HB will still have lots of internet celebrityism..just not you!
When did I say I was Nakururo? During one of your drug-induced dreams. And NO! We are NOT letting you back into the fan club, EVER. PERIOD. Anyway, I'm looking forward to tommorrow's fan fiction! Just... no more knife kitten... and please someone, mention Minna!
Fan club? Let's start a new fanclub. We'll either all worship The Cheat, or worship the 'Fanclubs Are For Simpering Sheeple Who Can't Think For Themselves' fanclub. Fanclubs suck.
NOTE: SHEEPLE: yes, sheep and people.
Also, anything Knifekitten rocks. Why the damnhell arn't I in anybodies story? Am I that much of a nonentity? I wanna see myself get killed, or something. At least give me that. I know I'm an asshole, that's my ambition: to be the most assholey asshole that ever assholed.
twins is angry because I keep stealing her quotes.
Any and all of us who wrote about the indubitably irritating Antwan did not KNOW that we were all writing about the same subject. Unless we all secretly met somewhere in Vermont at a secret cabin in the woods to actually plan this (and perhaps have wild hot animal sex), you do realize that it was just a freak of nature that caused this catastrophic tragedy.
(the freak of nature being.. you know... Antwan)
Is it not possible that he just vexed us collectively at the exact very moment in time that we were putting hand to mouse?
Now quit your bitchin' about the subject, and just enjoy the stories.
ps I had a great time btw, we will have to book that cabin again next year.
POWER TO ANTWAAN!!!!!!!!! SATAN SUPPORTS U BUDDAY