Transexual from Pennsylvania
Perhaps the world was heating up too fast, and that’s what caused the pandemic to spread so rapidly.
Almost everyone died-- billions of them. Individuals from every race of people on the planet Earth croaked with the exception of a few thousand.
Unfortunately, scientist did not learn soon enough how to replicate a certain chromosome, found in a handful of individuals on the planet, who seemed to have a natural defense to the man made virus.
Citizens of Earth dropped dead like roaches sprayed with Raid. The handful of scientists who survived the cranial plague all theorized that what killed most of mankind was not due to global warming, but rather, a simple nerve agent, created in labs in Nazi Germany.
The few survivors left in North and South America and parts of Australia witnessed the outbreak and its horrendous side-effects. The unaffected knew it was more than a nerve agent. There seemed to be something external to the psychosis of those fading so cruelly.
The nerve agent was much more than a chemical. It was pure evil, split in two, like an atom, as when the Hydrogen bomb was built.
Everyone seemed to imagine the same delusion.
The infected cried in union that God was angry from all the pollution on the planet and He was coming back to clean house. They all seemed to be obsessed with the global warming issue.
But those from the Alpha tribe, the survivors, did not hear the imaginary voice of God nor did they die. They could do nothing as the world committed mass suicide.
In early May of 2002, Taliban representatives were handed a canister, the size of a Coke can, filled with enough of the nerve agent to wipe out the world three times over.
A German transexual, Beatrice Benson sold the deadly chemicals to the Taliban. She knew what would happen, but felt she did the right thing.
She was angry at the world because her Health Maintenance Organization refused to pay for her sex change.
Beatrice was one of the few survivors. She thought for sure she would die. It’s what the Nazis promised her when she agreed to make the “run” for the terrorist, disguised as the prominent New York Times news reporter, Stephanie Dunning, on her way toIraq to cover a story on the newly formed democracy.
Beatrice put the canister up her ass before she boarded the plane. It wasn’t painful at all during the eight hour flight from Hanu, Germany to a small airport in Zakho, Iraq.
Her life as an insatiable homosexual paid off and her knack for drag fooled the male security officers at both airports.
The world was changing fast. Beatrice and the few thousand others on Earth who lived through the chaos were standing on the deck of a new Noah’s Ark and the possibilities were endless.
The drag queen helped to bury and burn the dead, dressed in the finest linen dress, purchased for free at Saks Fifth Avenue in New York City.
Almost everyone died-- billions of them. Individuals from every race of people on the planet Earth croaked with the exception of a few thousand.
Unfortunately, scientist did not learn soon enough how to replicate a certain chromosome, found in a handful of individuals on the planet, who seemed to have a natural defense to the man made virus.
Citizens of Earth dropped dead like roaches sprayed with Raid. The handful of scientists who survived the cranial plague all theorized that what killed most of mankind was not due to global warming, but rather, a simple nerve agent, created in labs in Nazi Germany.
The few survivors left in North and South America and parts of Australia witnessed the outbreak and its horrendous side-effects. The unaffected knew it was more than a nerve agent. There seemed to be something external to the psychosis of those fading so cruelly.
The nerve agent was much more than a chemical. It was pure evil, split in two, like an atom, as when the Hydrogen bomb was built.
Everyone seemed to imagine the same delusion.
The infected cried in union that God was angry from all the pollution on the planet and He was coming back to clean house. They all seemed to be obsessed with the global warming issue.
But those from the Alpha tribe, the survivors, did not hear the imaginary voice of God nor did they die. They could do nothing as the world committed mass suicide.
In early May of 2002, Taliban representatives were handed a canister, the size of a Coke can, filled with enough of the nerve agent to wipe out the world three times over.
A German transexual, Beatrice Benson sold the deadly chemicals to the Taliban. She knew what would happen, but felt she did the right thing.
She was angry at the world because her Health Maintenance Organization refused to pay for her sex change.
Beatrice was one of the few survivors. She thought for sure she would die. It’s what the Nazis promised her when she agreed to make the “run” for the terrorist, disguised as the prominent New York Times news reporter, Stephanie Dunning, on her way toIraq to cover a story on the newly formed democracy.
Beatrice put the canister up her ass before she boarded the plane. It wasn’t painful at all during the eight hour flight from Hanu, Germany to a small airport in Zakho, Iraq.
Her life as an insatiable homosexual paid off and her knack for drag fooled the male security officers at both airports.
The world was changing fast. Beatrice and the few thousand others on Earth who lived through the chaos were standing on the deck of a new Noah’s Ark and the possibilities were endless.
The drag queen helped to bury and burn the dead, dressed in the finest linen dress, purchased for free at Saks Fifth Avenue in New York City.
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