It has been prophesied that on one faithful day, when the degeneracy and the war against incels reaches it's climax, a divine punishment will descend upon all normies. As the truecels are cornered and purged, they are forced to make their final stand, at a place sacred to all incels alike, at incel chimney. Isla vista has fallen to the norman invasion, but the truecels do not surrender. They do not surrender, they fight until the death, for they fear no norman scum.
But at the bleakest moment, at the hour of need, when the norman march forward, trillion cuck weak, A great man only described by his subhumanity, his eternal trueceldom, and his loyalty and faith to Lord BlackOps2cel will lead the truecels against the norman swine. The ground behind him will be in flames, riding the BMW of Prophet Elliot (Peace be Upon him), and in him the soul of Lord Blackops2cel himself, he seeks to destroy the normans once and for all, to save all incelkind, and to slaughter normies where ever they may be found! He will descend from the heavens to Incel Chimney, where the spirit of all fallen truecels will be resurrected, prepared to make incelkind's final and deadliest stand.
The glorious battle will be marked with bloodshed and agony. Armed with courage, rage, and mp5's, the truecels will follow the teachings of Prophet Seung-Hui Cho (Peace be upon him), and massacre all who oppose them. Lord Blackops2cel himself will fight along side the truecel army with each bullet lies the divine power of the Lord. The normies will cower in fear, for they were, and always are, God's enemy. The mountains will be turned to dust, the oceans will explode, the earth will break faster than the morale of the trillion cuck norman army. The horses will bow to our Lord, the animals will bow to our Lord, the plants, the sky, the sun and the moon, will all bow down to our lord. The sky will break up, shattering all over the mob of normies, squishing them like cockroaches.
As our glorious flag is raised on top of the sacred town, BlackOps2Cel, God himself, will apear before the enemy, and with a voice louder than the raging oceans, the shattering sky, and the crumbling mountains, he will day:
"Thy O cucks, thou art defy me?"
He will said his hand, black flame, hotter than any hell, will ascend from his palms. His eyes brighter than any beta's future, his hair softer than silk. As the cucks begin to repent and weep for mercy, Lord BlackOps2Cel pulverizes them under his might, his glory, and his greatness. The truecels will chant his name in victory, and as the final normans weep and beg for mercy, this great man who leads the trucel army, will swing his sword, and slice every last one of their rotten hearts open, lifting the darkness over the world, saving the truecels, and saving subhumans all over the world, the world will chant "Praise be Blackops2cel".
And as the final battle is won, all truecels are sent to incel heaven, awarded with 72 prime stacey virgin girls. The truecels have emerged victorious. May this day come near, oh BlackOps2Cel!
But at the bleakest moment, at the hour of need, when the norman march forward, trillion cuck weak, A great man only described by his subhumanity, his eternal trueceldom, and his loyalty and faith to Lord BlackOps2cel will lead the truecels against the norman swine. The ground behind him will be in flames, riding the BMW of Prophet Elliot (Peace be Upon him), and in him the soul of Lord Blackops2cel himself, he seeks to destroy the normans once and for all, to save all incelkind, and to slaughter normies where ever they may be found! He will descend from the heavens to Incel Chimney, where the spirit of all fallen truecels will be resurrected, prepared to make incelkind's final and deadliest stand.
The glorious battle will be marked with bloodshed and agony. Armed with courage, rage, and mp5's, the truecels will follow the teachings of Prophet Seung-Hui Cho (Peace be upon him), and massacre all who oppose them. Lord Blackops2cel himself will fight along side the truecel army with each bullet lies the divine power of the Lord. The normies will cower in fear, for they were, and always are, God's enemy. The mountains will be turned to dust, the oceans will explode, the earth will break faster than the morale of the trillion cuck norman army. The horses will bow to our Lord, the animals will bow to our Lord, the plants, the sky, the sun and the moon, will all bow down to our lord. The sky will break up, shattering all over the mob of normies, squishing them like cockroaches.
As our glorious flag is raised on top of the sacred town, BlackOps2Cel, God himself, will apear before the enemy, and with a voice louder than the raging oceans, the shattering sky, and the crumbling mountains, he will day:
"Thy O cucks, thou art defy me?"
He will said his hand, black flame, hotter than any hell, will ascend from his palms. His eyes brighter than any beta's future, his hair softer than silk. As the cucks begin to repent and weep for mercy, Lord BlackOps2Cel pulverizes them under his might, his glory, and his greatness. The truecels will chant his name in victory, and as the final normans weep and beg for mercy, this great man who leads the trucel army, will swing his sword, and slice every last one of their rotten hearts open, lifting the darkness over the world, saving the truecels, and saving subhumans all over the world, the world will chant "Praise be Blackops2cel".
And as the final battle is won, all truecels are sent to incel heaven, awarded with 72 prime stacey virgin girls. The truecels have emerged victorious. May this day come near, oh BlackOps2Cel!
