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Escapades and Escapes of Ezekiel Venezulason

🇺🇸Cole_Mckoin
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Cunt-Gods Old and The New have sent our Main-Character, Ezekiel Venezulason on an epic cultivation, supernatural, futuristic, sci-fi, and just a generally-crazy fantasy-genre literary-voyage into the unknown…
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Chapter 1 - Vol. 1 Messenger of All-Gods, Old and New-Gods: Chapter 1 - Thunder-Cunt Gods, Old and New-Gods (1)

/In a parallel-universe, but all-familiar galaxy known as the Milky-Way, our main character is currently waking from his new body's most recent slumber, as he rose from his bed right alongside the Sun as it opened the morning's day. As the Sun shined it's rays, bringing life as it's inherent energies are pouring down and spreading pure vitality, unto the beautiful small slow-paced agricultural-based planet. Known in this parallel-universe as Exeter's Folley, a planet much like any other planet named like itself, having an entire back-story as to how the planet came to be known by the name Exeter's Folley. That back-story is for another time unfortunately, as our story must go on./

/Location: Milky-Way Galaxy near the galaxy's outer rim inside the militarily-controlled and owned space-zone of the Fourth-Rater Interstellar-Civilization, The Mongol-Empire, within the deep-space near the galaxy's outer-rim located Second-Rater Vassal Interstellar-State of the Fourth-Rate Galactic-Empire known as the Empire of Mongols, the Second-Rate Interstellar-Kingdom, the Kingdom of Kerait. On the Planet Exeter's Folley, the planetary-fief and Barony of Baroness Quezitaca Exeter, of the House-Exeter. Located within the borders of the State of Swampton, A metal and stone-brick looking material built-structure or futuristic building located within the city-limits of the Town of Forest, The residence and family-owned restaurant of the Venezulason-Family, known as the 'Venezulason's Eatery'/

/PovEzekielVenezulason/

"Fucking shit, those thunder-cunts, all the Gods, Old and the New-Gods are bloody-fucking cunts I say!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, to no one in particular as I declared to the heavens, or at the least to the ceiling.

I just rose from a bed to shout at and towards the sky if I were not currently inside an enclosed structure with a roof over my head…

"So this is the after-life for me?" I asked out-loud to myself, whilst doing some stretching in preparation for finding a mirror and getting a glimpse of this young warlock, I've come by chance to possess and take over his body. 

"I guess when thunder-cunts of Gods give you lemons, you rise to the occasion and make some fucking lemonade, then sell that shit for a premium like a true-boss…" I say, hyping myself up to comb through my memories and have a small flash-back, pertaining to the meeting I had recently, with those weird creeps called gods who sent me here after my tragic and unexpected death back on planet Earth…

/Flash-back to Ezekiel's meeting with a few local Gods Old and New-Gods, at what seemed to be the Cosmos' version of a Pee-DeeDee's Freak-Off fuck-orgy where all sorts of deviant and miscreant human and non-humans of different species gather to have massive creepy mass-orgies./

/PovThirdPerson/

"Loki, you fucking cunt are you holding out on me? I know you got some new dope, break that shit out." Asked Yinfar, a Demi-God of a humanoid-shark-like species of non-humans, as he questioned and demanded of the Norse-Mythological trickster Loki. 

Whom, just entered the fuck-club whilst dragging an ethereal-entity, that just so happens to be the soul and spirit of the main-character of our story, Ezekiel Venezulason.

"We shall get to that you ugly shark-fuck, but first we must spin the lottery-wheel and send my newest champion to his destined new life, to earn me glory directly and by vast amounts." Replied, the trickster of a Norse-God who belongs to the gray-area between Old and New-Gods, as he tossed the soul of Ezekiel into a chair to await his fated entry into the next chapter of his story or his next life to put it on other words…

As the lottery-wheel of fortune and fuckery spun, round and round just like the deviant-demons and humans alike are currently busy jerking each other's chickens in some sort of circle-jerk fashion, as they all await Loki's newest champion's fate to be determined by the roulette-like wheel to finish spinning.

"Gaia! What a wonderful universe for a champion of mine, to cause mischief and chaos in and within it's insides furthering and expanding my influence on the Omniverse…" Loki declared to the busy sex-club, and it's occupants that are rather busy themselves at this moment, sucking and tugging each other off like the creeps they truly are.

/So ended, Ezekiel's first meeting with the thunder-cunt fucks that prefer to be referred to as Gods. As our Main-Character's soul and conciousness was transported to his new vessel, or body to call home and possess. Ezekiel received a healthy-dose of the memory and recollections of our Main-Character's new body or vessel's previous life, from being a toddler of only two-years of age all the way up to being an eighteen-year old fresh Mecha-Knight Acadamy graduate on his planet of birth, the planet known as Exeter's Folley. The private planetary-fief of the Baroness Quezitaca Exeter, an Hereditary-Baroness owing her allegiance to the Kingdom of Kerait, which in turn is a Vassal-Kingdom of the Mongol-Empire, A behemoth known as a Fourth-Rank Interstellar-Empire, where as the Kingdom of Kerait is currently only a Second-Rank Interstellar-Kingdom./

/Ezekiel Venezulason learned his family was well-known on planet Exeter's Folley, for their bloodline's penchant and inherently born for war family members. The first member and founder of the family, Venezula of the Mandori, the Mandori being an entire culture and ethnicity based on mercenary-like principles, established her family as exotic-beast hunters and chef's known for hunting and preparing the most expensive and tastiest, whilst being hyper-nutritious and good for the body, kind of food and beverages made from the meat and blood of exotic-beasts or from exotic-plant materials or juice from exotic fruits. Eating a meal prepared by an Venezulason, is like eating a ten-thousand dollar feast that not only tastes amazing but also increases your physical and mental capacities at the same time. Ensuring a Venezulason can not only survive in any scenario or situations they could find themselves in, anywhere in the Cosmos. They can thrive and do more than flourish, due to their expertise in piloting their Mechas or as they are commonly known, their Knight-Armors, technological creations providing their wielders or possessors immense powers and miraculous abilities./

/When the god's lottery-wheel selected the universe known as Gaia for our Main-Character, the gods also selected or drew from the stack of systems, a system called the Mecha-System. The Mecha-System will revolve around not only the piloting or driving of Mechas or Knight-Armors, the system will also help or support the designing or creation of said technological-creations. Ezekiel Venezulason will use all his past lives memories and the help from his personal-system, to create a glorious epic-saga that will be known or read of far and wide across the omniverse and entire cosmos one day. It is written… It is known…/