Fallen, Fallen is America

Day 4,827, 01:28 • Published in USA Pakistan • by Dio Mudd
Listen, America, listen to what I have to say! America is fallen; its bickering harlot-kings have carved up the land like meat at a feast and divvied it out to gluttonous powers, leaving the America people only scraps. How long, I ask, how long until the wolves hunger for more and turn their eyes towards America’s gilded chicken coop, the so-called “safe zone”? And what will America’s gelded lords do when that day arrives?

I am not a prophet, but I, like you, know the answer. They will open the gates with palms extended and smiles on their faces. And when those wolves are feasting on your flesh, your leaders, with those same smiles on their faces, will tell you that it’s for the good of the country; the wolves are doing you a kindness. Think of all the battle hero medals that can be earned! Medals that, of course, low-strength players have little chance of winning.

Should I even mention all the American-ran companies located in the surrendered lands? The occupation has little effect on those who have enough to relocate them, but what about those who don’t? What do you have to say to them, ignoble sovereigns?

To make matters worse, unsatisfied with just being squabbling curs and traitors, we’ve recently discovered that America’s kings have also taken up cheating; apparently, the use of bots and third-party scripts is considered perfectly fine among them. Absolutely disgraceful, but totally unsurprising.

Let’s not delude ourselves, America is dead. It’s been dead for a while, and it wasn’t the wolves who killed it; they’re merely helping themselves to its already bloated corpse. No, it was corruption that killed it, corruption of the soul.

It’s time to stop wandering around in the dark like a headless chickens; it’s time for an exodus. America may be dead, but you can still live. I offer my hand to you. Come to Pakistan and be reborn amongst the sand. Here, our hearts still beat strong and with fiery passion. We have no drama and no corruption, for we are all united in one sacred cause, that of restoring the holy land to its former glory. This is a land of endless opportunity. I have never regretted leaving America for Pakistan, not once, and neither will you. I promise 🙂.

Come home, Dioist man. Come home.

Your dear Dioist,

Dio Mudd


Pride, Power, Pakistan!