Brianna Wu / John Flynt - DEAGLE NATION STILL LIVES

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She's based off Mimet from Sailor Moon. Wu has no shame.

Anyway.

Chapter Five is the final chapter of Election Eve - and by far the worst one yet. Unlike 3, which was hilariously insane, and 4, which was just filler content, Chapter Five is all business. And that business is making the entire previous four chapters look good in contrast. It starts with a shot-for-shot re-do of the initial scene at LV426, before going into more relationship faggotry. The entire thing is Rosechu and Sonichu levels of idealized romance.

The entire thing builds to a fever pitch that's so fucking insane that you'd swear it came from the mind of OPL. Minuete is getting used by her mysterious benefactor in a bid to assassinate the president! Using a team of female agents, called Ninth Accomplice, and they wear lingerie into battle! They are totally like robots!! This is a totally not-contrived, not-stupid thing that makes perfect sense (if you chew mercury and sperg on Twitter for a living). EMP BOMBS! DANGER CITY!!!

I need a drink.

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OK, booze downed.

...For fuck's sake this entire shit-show is an early version of Revolution 60 that is even more incoherent and stupid. Allison defeats trained assassins in close-combat through the magic of being really drunk. Brea fucking kills people, after a fucking MGS reference. Also you see where Allison's post-battle double-tap comes from. Also the Veep was assasinated through the power of plot convenience. Allison can fly a helicopter now. Then Misrtess Nine becomes a fuck-mothering Captain Planet Villain and crashes oil tankers into federal buildings. But the protagonists earn the presidential medal of freedom and we learn that Minuete's full name is Minuete Lea Monde Kiley. So Wu has now retroactively ruined Vagrant Story for me.

....This is real, right? I'm not reading an elaborate, Brianna Wu-induced hallucination, am I?

But the best part is at the end. It's beautiful. It's fucking on-level with Coldsteel the Hedgeheg's "kevin robinson from school fuck you kevin stop showin everyone my fuckin deviantart you peace of shit" and similar. Read:



Wow. And more:



Just.... Go read this faggotry. Please.
Ugh. Starts with the same: "Emergency! No Coffee!" Non-joke.....which of course is stretched oooooooonnnnnn and on.

Ye Gods, Wu. It wasn't funny the first time. Who read this shit and gave positive feedback?

EDIT: You would think that the Tranny would understand that which she writes about over and over again. You would be wrong. To whit:

"Fully caffeinated and now with a huge trunk full of over-priced Starbucks raw coffee grounds"

Uh....Wu? Coffee grounds are the wet, used leftovers of brewed coffee. I think you mean ground coffee, you Kerouac-level hipster, you.
 
She's based off Mimet from Sailor Moon. Wu has no shame.

Anyway.

Chapter Five is the final chapter of Election Eve - and by far the worst one yet. Unlike 3, which was hilariously insane, and 4, which was just filler content, Chapter Five is all business. And that business is making the entire previous four chapters look good in contrast. It starts with a shot-for-shot re-do of the initial scene at LV426, before going into more relationship faggotry. The entire thing is Rosechu and Sonichu levels of idealized romance.

The entire thing builds to a fever pitch that's so fucking insane that you'd swear it came from the mind of OPL. Minuete is getting used by her mysterious benefactor in a bid to assassinate the president! Using a team of female agents, called Ninth Accomplice, and they wear lingerie into battle! They are totally like robots!! This is a totally not-contrived, not-stupid thing that makes perfect sense (if you chew mercury and sperg on Twitter for a living). EMP BOMBS! DANGER CITY!!!

I need a drink.

imMyR8p.gif

OK, booze downed.

...For fuck's sake this entire shit-show is an early version of Revolution 60 that is even more incoherent and stupid. Allison defeats trained assassins in close-combat through the magic of being really drunk. Brea fucking kills people, after a fucking MGS reference. Also you see where Allison's post-battle double-tap comes from. Also the Veep was assasinated through the power of plot convenience. Allison can fly a helicopter now. Then Misrtess Nine becomes a fuck-mothering Captain Planet Villain and crashes oil tankers into federal buildings. But the protagonists earn the presidential medal of freedom and we learn that Minuete's full name is Minuete Lea Monde Kiley. So Wu has now retroactively ruined Vagrant Story for me.

....This is real, right? I'm not reading an elaborate, Brianna Wu-induced hallucination, am I?

But the best part is at the end. It's beautiful. It's fucking on-level with Coldsteel the Hedgeheg's "kevin robinson from school fuck you kevin stop showin everyone my fuckin deviantart you peace of shit" and similar. Read:



Wow. And more:



Just.... Go read this faggotry. Please.
First of all, @Jaimas...
:semperfidelis:

Now, John v John.
John 'Schizo' Flynt said:
People to thank
My parents Joel and Laura Flynt: Did you enjoy my artwork throughout this novel? Well. You have these two guys to thank. During the years when I was learning professional art, Dad is only too happy to give me the money for ridiculously expensive Adobe programs like Photoshop and Illustrator, and also the ridiculously expensive computer hardware to run them. The only hobby dad spends money on is his jogging shoes, so believe me, I am grateful. I am adopted, and thank God every day of my life I won the million dollar lottery to have such great parents.
https://tweetsave.com/spacekatgal/status/681261076529418240
 
FUN FACT: The S and S Flynt bitched about? The other stakeholders on Socially Unconscious Productions, Sara Champagne and Stephen Philips.
 
“We never did a scenario like this when we were rehearsing FEMA procedures,” noted Cabbot, FEMA standing for Federal Emergency Management Agency. “How do I put COG into effect?”

COG stood for Continuity of Government, an emergency plan that originated during the cold war. In it, members of government were diverted to alternate secure emergency bunkers to ensure that the American Government survived during a crisis like this one.

“I...I don’t know Mr. President. The man that would ordinarily do it, your Counterterrorism coordinator, went down with Air Force Two,” stammered the agent.

“What’s your name, son?” asked the President.

“Agent Clark, sir. Agent Cassidy Clark,” stammered the young agent.

“Mr. Clark, speaking under Article II of the Constitution of the United States, I am appointing you my National Security Coordinator for Security, Infrastructure Protection, and Counterterrorism of the United States. Get in touch with whoever’s left alive in the White House PEOC (Note from Editor Lani Cameron: PEOC stands for Presidential Emergency Operations Center, a hardened bunker located in the White House for making decisions in crisis.) and let them know you are in charge here coordinating things. Tell them you are instituting COG, and tell them if they think you are joking, my authority code to do this is Zeta Tau Alpha 1898.” “Yes, Mr. President,” replied the agent.

“Cassidy...” said the President, “I don’t have to tell you we’ve got one hell of a day ahead of us... I need you to be at your best, America needs your best as well.”

“I won’t let you down, Mr. President,” promised the young agent.

This is fucking painful.

Also, he really had a hard on for that sorority, I guess.

edit: wait why the fuck is a bloke named Cassidy?
 
From the acknowledgements:

The first time I saw the art of Sailor Moon, I knew right off the bat I would be spending years learning the nuances of drawing it. It took me about 6 years to get the hang of it
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Nailed it.
 
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I wonder if the sorority sisters from that time remember their favorite houseboy.

Btw, the term "houseboy" gives me the unshakeable image of John running around a big hamster wheel and begging at the girls' feet for a scratch on the head.
 
FUN FACT: The S and S Flynt bitched about? The other stakeholders on Socially Unconscious Productions, Sara Champagne and Stephen Philips.

Let's look at John's twice-patented "Godzilla feminism" as he "acknowledges" Sara:

"the other S. is just a lazy bitch that wouldn’t do any work, despite the fact we were paying her. Both of you are human filth."​

Lazy bitch? Human filth? Temper temper, John. That's very dude-ragey of you, big fella. Go grab a fistful of Ambien.

Obviously, John, you are perfectly qualified -- as a "warm", "gratitude-filled"' "totally non-sexist" "CEO" -- in wanting to give "leadership" lessons to young, female interns on how to run a "business" with "feminist" values.

 
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She's based off Mimet from Sailor Moon. Wu has no shame.

Anyway.

Chapter Five is the final chapter of Election Eve - and by far the worst one yet. Unlike 3, which was hilariously insane, and 4, which was just filler content, Chapter Five is all business. And that business is making the entire previous four chapters look good in contrast. It starts with a shot-for-shot re-do of the initial scene at LV426, before going into more relationship faggotry. The entire thing is Rosechu and Sonichu levels of idealized romance.

The entire thing builds to a fever pitch that's so fucking insane that you'd swear it came from the mind of OPL. Minuete is getting used by her mysterious benefactor in a bid to assassinate the president! Using a team of female agents, called Ninth Accomplice, and they wear lingerie into battle! They are totally like robots!! This is a totally not-contrived, not-stupid thing that makes perfect sense (if you chew mercury and sperg on Twitter for a living). EMP BOMBS! DANGER CITY!!!

I need a drink.

imMyR8p.gif

OK, booze downed.

...For fuck's sake this entire shit-show is an early version of Revolution 60 that is even more incoherent and stupid. Allison defeats trained assassins in close-combat through the magic of being really drunk. Brea fucking kills people, after a fucking MGS reference. Also you see where Allison's post-battle double-tap comes from. Also the Veep was assasinated through the power of plot convenience. Allison can fly a helicopter now. Then Misrtess Nine becomes a fuck-mothering Captain Planet Villain and crashes oil tankers into federal buildings. But the protagonists earn the presidential medal of freedom and we learn that Minuete's full name is Minuete Lea Monde Kiley. So Wu has now retroactively ruined Vagrant Story for me.

....This is real, right? I'm not reading an elaborate, Brianna Wu-induced hallucination, am I?

But the best part is at the end. It's beautiful. It's fucking on-level with Coldsteel the Hedgeheg's "kevin robinson from school fuck you kevin stop showin everyone my fuckin deviantart you peace of shit" and similar. Read:



Wow. And more:



Just.... Go read this faggotry. Please.

Holy fucking shit, what the hell did i read, it's like the worst not pornographics and cliches fanfic collides and produce a supernova of autism that not even a TARDIS could survive the immense power of destruction

I wonder if John believed that revealing Holiday's name in the sequel of R60 would be something like the Meryl ending of Metal Gear Solid

Apparently all of the classes in the Israeli martial art of Krav Maga were paying off, because as a Ninth Accomplice cell member turned her knife to stab Allison, she pounced like a cobra.

I lost my sides right here

The rest is practically Metal Wolf Chaos with trannies
 
@Jaimas, if you feel the need to take some time off after enduring that horrible tranny fanfic, then please, go ahead and do what you need to, that shit made the worst of Sonichu look like classical literature.
 
Why do FlyntWu's heroines all have massive testicles mounted on the tops of their heads?

I made it as far as the badly done female Bill O'Reilly expy and then gave up. No oil tanker crashes for me!
 
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