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Part 3 is in reply to this part, and part 4 is on the way.
I read part 3, quickly becoming the best comment thread on POAL!
Part 3. The Redemption.
The figure that stood before her looked haggard and worn, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Dried blood on his face from a...was that thorns on his head? He looked upon her and smiled. "I have waited for you for 2000 years. I have kept this for you." She looked in horror at the hand that raised it's palm up, the wounds just behind the wrist oozing blood. The man did not seem to notice, and only looked at her with expectation. The woman noticed a small glowing point of light in the man's hand. Pure, golden light, the most brilliant thing she had ever seen. Part of her craved that light, but she didn't know why.
"What...is it?" she said.
"Redemption. It is yours, simply ask for it."
"You don't exist!" the woman shouted. "YOU AREN'T REAL!"
The man looked at her, his eyes filled with an infinite sadness.
"GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY" the woman screeched at him.
The man lowered his gaze. "I have always, and will always love you." he said as he faded away.
The woman's heart pounded with anger. How dare these idiots show her this kind of bullshit?
Another set of footsteps behind her. She found she could move and whirled around expecting the religion asshattery again, but stopped when she realized this was someone different. A White man in a pinstripe suit, his hair slicked back, a big smile on his face, looked at her. "Who are you?" she growled.
"Kathy Griffin, my name is Ralph Edwards. And, This WAS your life!"
Invisible hands suddenly grabbed the woman's clothing even as a force pulled her backwards, painfully tearing her from what she had been wearing. Her naked body flew at breakneck speed through a doorway, even as she was dumped unceremoniously into a small brick room. A door, that description being quite generous, slammed shut, a weak bolt being thrown across just to keep it from coming open again. She looked around the room. A single lightbulb swung overhead, the frayed wire giving off sparks that made it flicker. Showerheads lined the walls, and cold concrete adorned the floor. The woman suddenly knew where she was. She got up and hurried towards the thin wooden sheet that covered the doorway and pounded on the even thinner glass. It was impossibly strong, she screamed to be let out even as hissing started. Horrified, she saw smoky gas pouring from the showerheads. The hydrogen cyanide, disobeying every physical property it had, hung in the air and didn't explode from the sparks being emitted from the light.
As she coughed and choked on the gas, she peered one last time through the foggy glass. Enoch and Elijah stared at the ground, but Ralph was looking at her. He gave her a big smile and a thumbs up just as her vision faded and she slipped to the ground.
Part 4. The End.
The room had tall windows that looked out on what promised to be a wonderful summer evening. The wooden floor was polished by decades of feet, and bookcases lined the walls, full of the wisdom of the sages and the ages. An old regulator-style clock ticked over the darkened wood doors. The room was quite pleasant, and was full of people.
In the front stood a man, and sat a woman. The woman was in a medical lifter chair, wrapped in a detention jacket, writhing in the chair's buckled belts. "Kathy," the man said in a calm voice. "Would you like to say hello to the class?"
"ORANGE MAN ORANGE MAN AFGRGRGRRRRGRGRORANGE MAAAAAAAAAAAN" she screamed with a raw voice.
"Kathy, I've played the recount of your story to the class. Do you still believe you died in 2026?"
"GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYORANGEMANORANGEMANBADBADBAD"
"We can't help you until you admit to yourself that never happened. You were never interred in a camp in Nebraska."
"ARARARARARARARARRARRAGRGARGAGAHRAGRGARHGRHGRARG"
The man sighed. This had been his most difficult case, and it was impossible. Kathy Griffin had once been an entertainer, but had degraded into insanity when Donald Trump was re-elected president. 40 years later, she was simply a husk of a mind, lost in a delusion of her own fantasy.
"Orderly?" the main said.
A young woman in white scrubs approached. "Doctor?"
"Can you please take Miss Griffin back to her room?"
"Of course, Doctor." She pressed the lift button, and with a whine the neggie lifted the chair off the floor. As the orderly pushed the screaming patient out of the room, the silence of the ages once again descended on the lecture hall.
"As you know," the Doctor lectured, "Nothing really of note happened during the second term of President Trump - it was a rather boring period of our history. There were some, however, that simply could not handle this and descended into a strange madness that we've never quite seen again. While this kind of case is incurable, I only bring it to your attention because it shows there are people that you will work with in your career that simply will not be rational about the most mundane things."
The Doctor looked out on his class. Young White faces, some quite pale, looked back at him. As he started to speak again, a soft chime resonated through the room. "Please remember that testing on chapters 5 and 6 will be held next week. class dismissed."
The Doctor watched the students file out of the class, the normal chatter quite muted. "Well," he said to himself, "if that doesn't scare them away, nothing will."
Must have been the 4 part Premier. So many more Traitors and Marxists will need to visit MAGA Fantasy Island ... a flood of Liberal Tears ready and waiting to be bottled.
This would be a 4-8 year hit TV series! Think of the merch! Syndication! Residuals! LMAO!
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