Submission

Someone with an ARTICULATELY RATIONAL reason for detesting Sara and waging futile jihad against mutants because of her. (Just because I’m feeling deep in my ‘Sympathy for the Devil’ phase today being the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington.) Something akin to what Luther did on the doorframe would be nice as well.

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The photo showed a slightly-horsey girl with green-blue scales. She was smiling, but not looking at the camera. The resolution made it clear that it was taken from a safe distance.

This is a mutant. This photo was not 'shopped. She claims her name is Sara. She is not human.

There are hundreds, possibly thousands of mutants like this thing living in the united states, and they must be stopped. By any means necessary.

They mean to take over the world.

Mutants have genetic “gifts” given to them by the devil that cause them to renounce god in favour of worshiping evil-ution. Those “gifts” are dominant trait. If a mutant has sex with a human, their baby will be born a mutant. They may even have more of the devil’s “gifts” than their parents.

Mutants and humans should never breed. Miscegenation like that is against the laws of God and Nature. Breeding with humans is part of their master plan.

The more mutants there are, the more danger that honest, god-fearing humans are in.

A video. Showing Sara in all her greenish-blue glory, fading in and out of view. Using the Xi Qong Peace Poke against four guys bigger and heavier than her.

As you can see, this one mutant and her devil “gifts” is more than enough to defeat four normal, red-blooded American men. This thing claims it’s a female, but as you can see in the video, it is decidedly un-feminine in appearance and behaviour.

We cannot allow creatures like this to take over our world.

The Bible says that God appointed humans as stewards of the planet Earth. There is no mention of mutants anywhere in the Bible. This must mean that they are the spawn of the devil, put on this Earth to try and conquer Earth in the name of sin.

Another video. Blurry, shaky footage of mutants playing Calvinball in a lightly wooded area.

The blue devil you see at 1:15 is obviously a descendant of the Jersey Devil. This means that mutants have been vying for supremacy for a very long time. Perhaps even the 'alien’ visitations have actually been mutant attempts to violate humans and engender more mutant babies.

More evidence of mutant deception of humans.

This federally-funded test(non-working link) alleges that mutants are uniformly more intelligent than their human counterparts. This means that we must constantly be on our guard! Mutants are therefore capable of more devious tricks than any human alive.

You can not know a mutant by looking at them! Even those as aggressively different as the thing at the top of this page can hide themselves with devilish technological tricks.

A photo pf a very clunky sports watch.

This is the Stark Industries Personal Holographic Electronic Disguise Device (SIPHEDD). It is formerly-secret military technology meant to protect our troops in the battlefield. Aggrassively different mutants use these to appear human during their infiltration missions in YOUR schools, stores and places of business.

IF YOU SEE SOMEONE WEARING A SIPHEDD DEVICE, BACK AWAY. DO NOT ENGAGE IN ANY FURTHER CONTACT.

Unfortunately, you can not notify the authorities. They have access to top-of-the-line military technology. This means that they already have the authorities in their sway.

Join the register of pure humans now!(another broken link) We must band together to preserve the true human race.

How to prepare for war.(Survivalist how-to’s)
How to legally acquire weapons suitable for killing mutants.(Broken link)
Could YOU be a mutant? Take our quiz! (A link to a broken quiz)

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The invisible fence, 15 feet high that divides the America that lectures others on “multiculturalism”.

It was a rich white girls’ party. Anyone watching the video could tell. It wasn’t in a house. It wasn’t even in a mansion. It was in a palace. The theme was multiculturalism.

She was wearing sexy lederhosen with a chinese shirt and Inca shoes. She also sported a rainbow sombrero and a necklace made of ‘fangs’.

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Bees.

[AN: Any relationship between certain corporations in this fiction and certain poison companies is strictly imaginary]

Fantraxin did not kill bees. That was its primary selling point. It killed all other insects that may predate on crops, but not the bees. How it did so, of course, was a company secret.

A secret that made them the largest corporation on the planet, almost overnight.

Or, at least, it would have. If they weren’t already the biggest global power ever

Greater Deregulation’s more esoteric moments.

“But I don’t have any of my papers. My house burned down.”

“If you had signed up for the TrakMe program…”

“I had. My parents signed me up just after I got a name. I’ve been trying to sign on with or without their help for forty years.”

“You can voluntarily sign up for the TrakMe program at any time,” recited the

Agent Pertwee and the first moments he realized that his job sucked for reasons he didn’t expect.

[AN: Once again, it’s Jane Pertwee :) ]

The FBI had been covertly watching this school for some time. Now, with the Mutant Registration Act, it was watching more overtly. As in, agents in the field, tailing their respective suspects, and making sure that a bunch of teenagers with superpowers….

Well…

Didn’t wind up acting like a bunch of

Catbug.

Mythos Entertainment Inc. was working on all manner of new things. Their bio-labs were cooking up foetuses at the rate of knots.

Graham Ptolowitz stared at the thing in the pen. This was the angel/fairy production team, and the abomination before him had originally been a cat.

“We were working on a hexapodal mammalian life-form,” said Dewitt. “So splicing and activating the hexapodal gene was primary priority.”

“We did attempt bat wings, since they are

Magnificently mundane…and yet still formidable.

It is said that women are like tea leaves. You don’t know how strong they can be until you put them in hot water. Mavis had always laughed at that. She was as mild as milk! Meek as mud.

Until the invaders came.

She’d just turned her back for a second. Let go of the pram for just long enough to grab a can of beans. And when she turned back,

Ordinary excellence.

“If you want it to last long, hire an expert. If you want it to last for long enough, hire a JOAT.” – Galactic saying.

Rael got most of his income from people who wanted their patches to last long enough. As in, long enough to make a profit out of this trip. Or, long enough to get me back home. And, in some cases, long enough so I can trade this heap in for maximum due.

He

Professor Xavier on why he abandoned the idea of a institute theme song.

“Professor? Why isn’t there a school song?”

“To be very brief, I couldn’t come up with anything good,” he confessed. “Begin with the fact that the Institute doesn’t have a catchy name, and add to that the fact that I have all the musical talents of a diseased whelk…” he shrugged. “If you can come

Scott, the new floral and somewhat emotionally expressive studmuffin, wows the blue hairs at the convention. His ego does a world of good for it.

“I do a lot of beach-combing for interesting pieces,” said Scott. “And I get bucket-loads of shells from that, I never knew why I picked them up in the first place, but I had bucket-loads of shells and I had to do something with them…” Click. The next slide showed an orchid

I’m in an oooey gooey mood so please give me a sweet romantic sappy drippy waff-fest about a couple who meet long after they knew each other in high school. Extra points for any amusement park item.

In order to reduce the severity of Silly Season, Amalgam Station held a station-wide fair once every five months. Every human got some time to play, even folks like Lyr, who worked security.

Even other species got into it. Chitanians were busy hanging