ANTIFA

BOT
— 03/02/2022
Genesis

Before there was something, there was nothing. And before there was nothing, there
were monsters.
Monsters of unspeakable horrors. Screams of the nothing, that existed, and yet did
not. Blind, deaf and mute. Still and emotionless. They did not breath. They did not
move. They did not feel. They did not exist. Yet, they were there... Examples of a
simple concept humans with their complex mind are unable of understanding. These
specs of nothingness assimilated within La Nada. The name given to this void of
absolute nothingness.

Though their existance, even mentioned in whispers, is enough to make a human's

brain melt of ignorance, these horrors lived a peaceful, silent non existance.
After all, stillness in the nothing was a permanent occurrence.
Was.
ANTIFA
BOT
— 03/02/2022
With insolence and hatred to the world, something manifested within the emptiness
of La Nada. Something began to exist. A spark. Bright and living. An egg-shaped
orb, bright, it's coloring an ivory to near white. And it was loud... But not loud
enough. These monsters looked at this ball with interest. It was different. It
existed. It was noisy and bright. It was not like them. It was not like us. So we
observed. And we listened. And we waited. And then we we were attacked.

A violent explosion. Like cackling a whip directly at your face. We were harmed.
This... Thing... Exploded. Dangerously. Brightly. Noisily. Oh, so noisily... The
sound was horrible. Our ears bled in agony at the loudness. At the bang. And then,
when our eyes opened, we saw it.

We saw everything.

We saw the stars. The planets. We saw the cosmos, the nebulas. We saw noise, we saw
light. We saw everything...
And it was beautiful...
And it was horrifying.
ANTIFA
BOT
— 03/02/2022
This creation was called "Life". It was a place where things began to exist, and
grow, and rot to death, just to be born again as something different. Something
anew. A constant state of birth and rebirth, until the cycle itself dies, only to
be reborn anew, and start again, again. Permanence and singularity, in a world in
which nothing existed. This was a creation from the monster's themselves. A
creation that was born from a dream. A dream who's nature was born from a strange
circumstance. A circumstance known as "emotion". An "emotion" specified to be
"love". And it spread like a virus. Us monsters were seduced by it's trickery. We
were forced to feel. And to feel was to create. So we created. Not all monsters
felt this calling. But those who did, gave up their individuality within La Nada to
create Life. I know this, because I was one of these monsters. I began to feel love
for my partners. Love for my very existance. Love in La Nada... And so, I, like
many others, began to create. And from there, Everything began to exist.
And I loved it.
And I hated it.
ANTIFA
BOT
 — 03/02/2022
Within The Everything, we began to create even more. We adorned this newfound
canvas with so many beautiful thoughts and dreams. And these thoughts and dreams
manifested into Life, and began to exist within it. Whispers became limited voices.
And voices became life. All this, for love. We named this creation "mortality". For
it was weak and nimble, but complex and powerful. Mortal. Not permanent. Limited.
Not limitless.

We, monsters that created, began to change. We began to change. We began to

separate from those who remained within La Nada. We began to designate and rule
within our creation. We called ourselves The Insiders. For we gave up our
individuality, to become the cosmos. And those who remained outside were referred
as The Outsiders. For they did not belong in our world.

Though these outsiders were peaceful and silent. They kept their distance from our
creation. As they should. For we were proud. And no amount of simpathy for our
brothers would let them destroy what we created. Their hatred of our creation was
felt. And thus, they ran away. Their skin burned from the light, and their ears
bleeding from the noise. Far they went. And we never saw them again.

But some outsiders disrespected us, and remained close to The Everything. They
tampered and consumed our creations for fun. Maybe to teach us a lesson. Maybe as a
display of power and pride. Regardless, their behavior was idiotic. And their
reasons were unknown. Like bugs in a garden, that offer nothing but disgrace and
chaos. We spat at them, and called them Fiends. Their motives were unknown. But
their methods were clear to us. Some tricked. Others seduced. Others consumed. And
others offered assistance, at a price that only benefited them.
ANTIFA
BOT
— 03/04/2022
Regardless. Besides all this. I saw upon my creation. I admired my love.

And it was good.

And it was terrible.

ANTIFA
BOT
— Today at 12:46 AM
Humans

Our creations were beautiful. They shined brightly in the void, small white gas
dots floating in the nothingness. Round spheres.of may different colors and
structures, spinning and rotating in the vast emptiness. I, however, wanted more.
The mortals were excellent. But, something was admiss. My garden still felt empty.
So I created yet another kind of fruit. Another mortal. Mortals made at my image.
Mortals who think, speak, and live just like me. These mortals were to he
intelligent. They were to think and rationalize profoundly. To ponder through
paradoxes, decipher the secrets of the universe with impeccable calculations. They
were to be exactly like me... And thus, I named them "Hommer." For it means to be
like me. I planted my seed into my garden, and watched them grow.

And they were just like me.

They were just like me.

ANTIFA
BOT
— Today at 1:19 AM
Betrayal
I left my creation to create more. For I loved my garden, and wished to plant more
seeds. However, my first seed had grown bitter and spicy fruit, in taste.
Disgusting and unwanted. They grew too smart. Too talented.

They grew to be too much like me.

And so, they wanted to become like me.

My seed became greedy in power. It wanted to take the whole garden to itself.
Including me. But I refused. This seed was imperfect. It killed it's own kind to
progress. And instead of progressing forward, it progressed backwards. My first
seed was selfish. Rotten and disgusting. And I wanted no more of it. Alas,
abandoning it was the worst thing I could've done.

My own creation had grown too knowledgeable. It approached me. Slowly, but surely.
Until the point that it's power was nearly unmatched. My first seed created a...
Strange, terrifying thing. A mechanism of unspeakable horror. Capable of kidnapping
an insider. An outsider... And killing it. And they were planning on using it on
me. To get rid of me, and replace me. And become like me. A creator. A God.

But there were two who knew better, and did not let the temptation of power seduce
them into betraying me, their creator. A pale lady, wielding a strange creation she
called "claymore"; and a young, red haired child, who had lost his parents, his
caretakers, to the many wars my disgusting first seed had.

They were devotional. They were loyal. They protected their creator, as they
should. They spoke to me. They told me that they will help me fix everything. So I
told them what I would do. I told them that I will burn my first seed, and never
create them again, as to avoid making the same mistake.

And then... They betrayed me.

That child betrayed me.
ANTIFA
BOT
— Today at 1:27 AM
Laplace

The child's name is Laplace.

He is seven years old.
He was born in Ohio, United States of America.
He destroyed me, and the world.

And then, he saw the consequences of his actions...

And stole it from me.

He learned how to use it.

He learned how to use Creation.

And so, he created a new world, as I did. He planted seeds to his image, as I did.
He watched them burn, and sought to destroy them, as I did.

But he learned from them. Because he was like them.

And so, he mocks me. With his perfect world. A world that is not his. A world that
lives among ruins.

But I will take back what is mine.

ANTIFA
BOT
— Today at 2:25 AM
The World is nothing more than a dream. A memory. An imagination of ecistance. All
of it. Those who create this world sleep eternally to maintain it. These sleepers,
who created the world, are The Paramount of Creation. For they are one above all.
They are the reason Ecistance is allowed to Exist.

Sometimes, those within the dream realize that they do not exist in reality. They
are not from the Outside of The Dream. Their mind comprehends this perfectly, and
so, their life becomes a mathematical equation; as such is the language of La Nada.
The concept of I AM (+1) and I AM NOT (-1) meet; and add together to become one
conclusion. The Second Ascension. The Ekstasis.

Those who conclude I AM become like the Paramount. Aware of the dream, they shape
and influence the dream to their liking. But to the mathematical extence of the
Paramount. For they exist, but are not the Paramount. As such, they eat the
Paramount, and become like it. I AM AND I. ALL ARE WE.

Those who conclude I AM NOT realize that they are not real. That they do not exist,
yet do so. They recognize that they are the Paramount, but the Paramount is not
them. Such is the cruel lie of existance, they wake up, and fade out of it. Like a
drop of water fades into the ocean. WE ALL ARE I. AND AM I.

Much like this, Laplace realized at a very young age the truth of this world. He
archived Ekstasis, but his heart knew that if he existed, even within a dream, he
was still real. So he learned the ancient, sacred syllable, and archived Secondary
Apostheosis.

While the Pale Lady died in battle, defending me and the machine from being used,
Laplace realized my plan to destroy and rebuild the world. Yet he still failed in
stopping me, and destroyed the world. He lost everything, in an attempt to gain
everything back. So he created once again, and now mocks me. But I shall have my
right of creation back. I will create once more. Destroy and create anew. And
such,.Laplace will be forced to see how his m
emories burn in fire, as I gain.mine and my rights back.