This thing on? Alright the green light is blinking so it should be.

David you better appreciate this, your big brother is gonna record everything I do while deployed so you can learn what it’s like to be God’s soldier.

If you are not David, then let me introduce myself – Spc. Ishmael Calhoun, of the 5th ‘Samsons Seraphim’ Power Armor division. If you’re watching this, I hope you enjoy, little brother or otherwise. I gotta document all the fun stuff.

So, where to begin?

I remember when it first started. I was a little young’un of twelve years when the fifth wave feminists started their revolution. I remember my pa getting into an argument with my elder sister. The feminists had just laid a siege on the capitol, and it was apparent an insurrection was on the horizon. My sister had been completely taken in by the femme propaganda, so taken that she blew a hole in pa’s head.

She tried to kill me too, but I was a strong kid- she was four years older than me, but I played football, and she didn’t.

I still remember the sight of it. Rebecca in her pink polka dot pjs, lying on the linoleum floor of the family kitchen. Her messy auburn hair tussled about, her blue eyes staring emptily into the ceiling, tongue out since she was trying to catch breathe as I strangled her. Her budding breasts and slightly hairy snatch were exposed during the struggle (she hated underwear because it was a patriarchal imposition on women). She looked beautiful. I won’t lie, my first fap was over my sister’s corpse, that probably explains why my sexual inclinations are so fucked ha ha!

Anyway, after that we ended up staying with my uncle, me and young David. Uncle Noah was a kind man, taught us everything we knew. How to fight, how to hunt, how to skin a doe and be a man in a world threatened by crazed feminist terrorists. He’s the reason I joined the marines in the first place.

The first years of the civil war were cold. Most of the states on the western seaboard declared a ‘Feminist States of America’ no one took it seriously though; the east was busy dealing with the feminist insurgencies both home and abroad. This gave the femmes a chance to build up their forces, and to spread their cancer all around the world.

This was the environment I lived my teenaged life through. Highschool was a bitch - boys vs girls, whites vs non whites, right vs left. This was before the ‘New Eden Act’; women, minorities and lefties still had rights and all that jazz.

I remember near the end of the senior year things got violent, coinciding with President Walsh and the ‘Eden Party’ beating both Liberal Democrats and Republicans in elections then declaring the establishment of the ‘Eden Republic’ in Philadelphia.

It was a bloodbath; I went to a school with a significant black and Hispanic student body, and they were not happy. So, they took it out on us white students, we fought for our lives, a lot of the kids didn’t make it out.

I was a young man of seventeen, was about to get into college with a football scholarship, I remember getting stuck in the male restroom with this nerd called Philmore and a bunch of black bitches who tried to cave our heads in with tools they stole from the workshop.

I got my head smashed by a hammer, but boy did I break those negresses good. Philmore backed me up, the scrawny kid carried a taser around and saved my ass I’ll admit.

I remember a particular bitch, Latisha. She had a big frizzy fro, and those thick coon lips that she always painted on with neon pink lipstick. She had some white blood in her, with lighter caramel skin, a more human like nose (not wide and flat) and more sleeker cheekbones and sunken jowls, she was real pretty for a blackie. On that day she wore grey jogging pants, sneakers and a loose hoodie without a bra underneath (what a whore).

She was the one who sicced her girlfriends on us, I was out of it. I think I leaked out some of my grey matter. Philmore more pissed about the attempted murder though, the weak scrawny white kid had been an easy target for Latisha and her flock of harpies. He wanted to humiliate her, roped me in since he knew about my interests and so we had fun with Latisha.

We carried her out into the hallway. It was filled with broken glass, some shit was on fire and a lot of blood on the floor. The school became a warzone. Philmore and I didn’t give a damn and snuck inside the janitor’s closet, just in time too since Latisha was waking up.

I held her from the back, locking her in place so she couldn’t move. Phil slowly pulled down her grey joggers, then jabbed his taser right into her waxed pussy.

Boy did that bitch scream.

Philmore and I didn’t know this - but apparently, she had some medical condition. Philmore tasing her in the cunt and the stress from it caused a seizure.

So, there we were, staring at Latisha dancing on the floor, entranced by the jiggling motions of her chocolate double Ds and the piss jet streaming out of her vag. We reached a decision.

I called heads, and Phil called tails. Tails won.

I got her mouth while Phil got her cunt. To be honest I think I got the better deal. Phil while fucking her, got a bit more than he expected with all her high-pressure piss. I on the other hand, got the lovely feeling of her thick gorilla lips around my cock sucking for dear life as her nerves were firing off.

We were spit roasting her for the entire seizure. At one point Latisha was obviously dead, her body was now twitching out of reflex. Phil gave me a high five as we both climaxed and filled Latisha with our seed. Even though we came, we were still kinda horny, and we played with the negro bitchs body for a while.

Phil was really into feet, he told me that “people say the negress has awful feet, but here Ishmael, see the contrast of the colors between the sole and the top? See how her neon pink toenails look like covered with cum? This is the hottest shit ever,” I confess I think he ended up infecting me with his foot fetish. We had stripped her naked and he was lecturing me about the female body. It was a learning experience.

He taught me the pleasures of the female foot, and I taught him how much easier it was to fuck a dead bitch. A mutual exchange of information.

After we had a second go with her (we switched places and I got a lick of her soles, it made me jizz like old faithful) we ended our encounter with a commemoration, taking some photos while doing poses with Latisha. Philmore made a few funny faces by manipulating her now relaxed facial muscles with his fingers -I held her up, with both arms like she was weight at a gym and then I left, trusting Philmore to take care of the body after he offered to do it.

Later on I found out he somehow managed to bring her back home and preserved her. I saw a recent picture of him with Latisha (Bitch ended up being his body pillow) and she looked as fresh as the day we killed her. Technology sure came a long way.

I barely graduated along with the white student body. Everyone else got expelled, arrested or were dead.

I decided to join the military just like my pa and uncle, I figured my country (Eden now, not the USA) needed me. I reported to Fort Abraham, located in Dallas which oversees the south. Let me tell you it was certainly an experience. The Eden Republic inherited most of the military structure of the defunct US, the ranks just got updated with ‘knights’ and ‘paladins’. We also got battle chaplains who watched for morale and any dissent against the new regime.

Now I wasn’t a particularly religious man, I was raised Baptist, but there was something about Christianity that didn’t appeal to me. The constant apologizing and begging for forgiveness because of shit my ancestors did and the paralyzing fear of sexuality, just felt stupid. Still, I didn’t voice my disagreements and I was more than happy to play along with scripture reading and the sermons.

The best thing about training were the practice dummies. We used live femmes (fifth wave feminists) to test our weapons on. I remembered my first day, a full five miles of marching with full kit then bayonet training after.

We saw a bunch of the bitches, naked and bruised tied up to poles in the yard. Our drill sergeant and battle chaplain taught us the movements and forms for proper bayonetting. My partner was an Asian bitch with her chinky eyes, a real cute babyface and funny bowl cut haircut. She had some flat tits, but hooo boy she was thick at her waist, with fatty love handles, wide hips, thick thighs, pale ass feet and the hairiest cunt I had seen in my life. I swear I had never seen a femme that I would rate below 8/10, for some reason these new feminists were hot as hell even if they were ‘liberated’ from men.

I was taught the most efficient way to bayonet was into the gut, so that I was what I did. My chinese girl screamed everytime I stabbed her into her stomach, her guts and intestines spilling out until she expired. Her head listlessly bowed forward, teary eyes frozen open and mouth in an eternal scream. We were told to clean up after our dummies when practice was over, a lot of the boys took their girls to the barracks and had fun with them.

My yellow girl was a fun fuck to have, I was doing her reverse girl, holding on to her love handles and making her bounce on my dick. She had no boobs, so I wanted to see her ass jiggle as she jumped up and down. I also got to see her intestines spilling out into my stomach, depositing viscera and bodily fluids on me. It was disgusting, but one of the most memorable fucks I ever had.

Another dummy I had was a spicy latina, Cuban if my memory was correct. We were testing out the new coilguns, they’re these ‘magnetic firearms’ that propel 1-inch pieces of bio plastic so fast that they shred anything within 1000 meters. They melt upon impact, and barely leave any wounds when they kill. They’re nifty. I’m glad they became standard issue for the power armor boys, they’re fun and leave behind beautiful corpses.

This Cuban slut loved the sound of herself shouting. I’m fluent in Spanish and she kept ranting about cutting off my balls and shit.

You should’ve seen her face when she heard the whizzing of the round when it passed the post she was tied to. I wished she could’ve seen my smile. The bitch pissed herself, I could literally taste the tears from her eyes when I saw the lovely look of terrified despair through the scope.

I almost got into trouble, I was so distracted by this fit latina goddess struggling against her bindings that drill sergeant Matthews screamed at me to hurry up.

God damned I was completely surprised when I walked on over after pulling the trigger. The sunshine reflecting of her bronze-colored skin and her golden earrings, her amber eyes wide open and her tongue hanging. Her long wavy hair was blowing along the current of the wind.

I barely saw the wound that was left when I nailed her on the forehead, it looked like a small black spot of charred flesh, the plastic ‘bullet’ phased through her skull, then melted and mixed with her grey matter, leaving a perfectly intact corpse.

Drill Sergeant Matthews was impressed as hell, “Boy why’d you join the marines we don’t aim here in the corps,” he told me. Got rewarded the latina’s corpse. These southern girls had some tight assess and nice meatbags to hold onto.

I did her doggie back in the barracks. The boys were pretty jealous, told them, “You better improve your aims if you want sweet spicy pussy” while I slapped her toned meaty ass. Those were the days.

Anyway, long story short I graduated top of my class, got assigned to the 5th division and now here I am, sitting in an airbase out in recently retaken Nevada, waiting to be deployed to California and put an end to the femmes once and for all. Shit brother I haven’t shot or killed a bitch for months now, the regular troops were nervous while we power armored boys were itching for blood. The femmes don’t have our fancy tech and shit, but they’re good at insurgency.

The debriefing we had was pretty intensive, can’t share the classified stuff, but you gotta see their uniforms man. They wear these weird reverse bunny suit things that cover up their arms and legs but leave their torso exposed except for the naughty bits and wear fucking open toed high heels, actual porn outfits. They said during the briefing that the suits actually played havoc with our suit sensors and also distracted the regular troops, but I gotta admit seeing pictures of dead femmes lined up and posed for the purpose of intel almost got me masturbating in front of a fucking knight-general, I don’t remember most of the briefing at all. I’m gonna have to wack it off after recording this or else I’m not gonna get shit done.

Also found out the regular troops don’t like us, they call us power armor boys the ‘psycho troops’, apparently most men suffer intense psychological distress from killing cute and sexy scantily clad women. The brass decided that the real cold-hearted killers needed to be prioritized for the power armor divisions, the femmes can’t use their feminine wiles against sociopaths wearing one ton armor, and their insurgent tactics were infinitely more difficult to pull off when even a IED can barely slowdown a soldier in power armor.

Wait hold on.

Oh shit we’re about to be deployed.

Well see you later watcher, with any luck I can provide you a full detailed analysis on the fall of the FSA.

See you on the other side cowboys.

God bless Eden.

And God bless me for killing more uppity femmes hoo-rah!