A Bold New World Chapter 1 It was a cool October afternoon when Jack Diamond opened the heavy metallic door to his black unmarked sedan as he stepped out on to pavilion in front of the Elliot Rodger Memorial Building which housed the headquarters of the Security Service of the Incel Protection Force. Jack loved his job. He was a man who fully embraced the propaganda and imbibed the ideology of the Blackpill with a fanaticism and zeal that was unrivaled by many of his colleagues, most of whom were more focused on putting in their time and earning their stripes so they could advance to more comfortable jobs which afforded greater privileges. Jack pulled open the large glass doors which formed the main entrance to the building and swiftly approached the control desk which was manned by two heavily armed IPF Commando Brigade Troopers who looked resplendent in their magnificent black uniforms with peaked caps, black polished jackboots and immaculately maintained AKM assault rifles. The more senior ranking trooper, Sergeant Radbacker snapped to attention and rendered a Roman salute with his right arm while shouting “Heil Rodger!ˮ. Jack returned this proper greeting with a vigorous “Hail Victoryˮ and with his own arm outstretched, as was the custom and protocol amongst all IPF soldiers. “Good morning to you Captain Diamond, how are you doing today?ˮ, said the Sergeant with distinct a tone of deference. “Oh, well thank you for asking comrade sergeant. I am actually having a magnificent day as I have been temporarily assigned to serve as the inspection protocols officer for Enemy Detainment Facility number fourteen.ˮ A large grin came across the otherwise stern face of the sergeant, “That is excellent news sir. Praise be to Saint Elliot and Allahu Akbar! I am certain all those miserable cunts there in the EDF will soon be shitting themselves with terror when they see you show up!ˮ “Hahahaˮ chucked Jack in response to this jovial, though slightly impertinent remark. “Indeed sergeant, I am looking forward to putting the fear of Allah in to the hearts and minds of these insolent degenerates and bringing much honor upon the IPF while doing so.ˮ Jack handed the sergeant his official Security Service (SS) identification card and the latter swiped it through the bar code scanning system which was connected to the IPF interlink database. The “interlinkˮ as it was referred to colloquially, was an enormous virtual repository of personal biometric, demographic and historical data on every single person domiciled within the lands of the Patriarchal Peoples Republic of America or PPRA. It provided an instantaneous verification check by displaying a color-coded response upon the scanning of an ID card. A dark hue of purple signified executive level IPF commanders, a deep crimson represented officers of the IPF and the SS, a forest green indicated soldiers and enlisted personnel of the state or other governmental operatives, a putrid hue of yellow was the color assigned to civilians, also known as “normiesˮ and a bright, almost nauseating, color of pink was the ignominious sign of special class of people known as degenerate persons, or “DPsˮ for short. The PPRA itself consisted of large swaths of territory that had formerly comprised the Midwestern United States but which was acquired through warfare during the course of the Great Incel Revolution that had occurred ten years ago in the year 2026. Jack was stationed in the national capital of Rodgerston which had previously been known as Detroit when it was a place of degeneracy, debauchery and unrestrained sexual depravity before the Great Cleansing had occurred. Now this newly christened metropolis was a shining city of moral rectitude and Islamic virtue, ruled by both the uncompromising and merciless authoritarianism of the Supreme Patriarchal Council and obedient to the precepts of the Holy Sharia law. As Jack placed his SS identification card back in his finely bound leather wallet and strutted up to the main elevator concourse in the lobby, he wondered to himself how this morningʼs meeting would go. He had been recently reassigned from his former position as Deputy Chief Regional Morality Enforcement Officer for the entire southern region of Rodgerston to the EDF program which was responsible for housing, reeducating and providing physical labor for any DPʼs who had been sentenced by the IPF court system for violations of the Code of Ethics. Jack new the code by heart and revered its commitment to ensuring that all citizens, be they men or foids, be held accountable to the rule of law. As the elevator reached the 90th floor of the Elliot Rodger Memorial Building, Jack walked out and surveyed the magnificent and rather arresting view which was afforded by a large row of enormous floor to ceiling bulletproof and missile resistant windows that faced the central government district of Rodgerston. He walked to the edge of the fine mahogany wood floors and peered down over the precipice of one of these windows and saw the minute specks moving down around on the streets below. Jack knew that the overwhelming majority of these specks were civilians or, in the parlance of the IPF, normfags and as such imagined to himself how it was fitting that he, being a man of great honor, chastity and moral integrity shall look down from such a majestic and lofty place and lord over the normfags below as though they were insignificant insects in comparison to him. Before the Great Incel Revolution had begun, Jack had been a lifelong sexless man and despite his being highly intelligent, a trained attorney at law, tall, muscular and reasonably attractive, he had been scorned by the women of the previous era whose outrageous collective sense of entitlement had preemptively foreclosed any potential chance which even a man as objectively worthy and supremely gentlemanly as Jack would have had for a romantic encounter. Jack had been an early supporter of the IPF and had the distinction of being permitted to wear the prestigious crimson beret of the SS which signified “old guard statusˮ which was conferred upon any man who had joined the movement prior to its first formal political rally in the spring of 2025. Jack glanced down at his fine Rolex watch, which had been bestowed upon him by his commanding officer for his Islamic piety and having achieved the righteous status of Hafiz which was reserved for those Muslim scholars who had committed the entire Holy Quran to memory. Although Jack had previously been a Christian and had believed in the precepts of his formerly Protestant faith, once he joined the IPF, he quickly repudiated the effete and moronically idealistic cosmology of Christianity and embraced the more militant, honorable and chivalrous teachings of Mohammed, Peace be upon Him. The time was now 0855, or in civilian, normfag parlance, 855 AM. Jack quickly strutted down the main hallway of the executive tier office suites level of the building and approached a heavily reinforced steel door which was surrounded by video cameras and a remote-controlled machine gun that could be operated from an unseen command center. A voice bellowed out over a small intercom that was built in to the door, “State your name, your rank and whatever business you have here at the executive level!ˮ “I am Jack Diamond, Captain in the IPF Security Service and I have an appointment to see Vice Minister of the Interior and Lieutenant General of the Security Services McGeeˮ. The intercom replied brusquely to Jack, “Take one step forwards and face the camera with your eyes exactly three inches from the lensˮ. The retinal scan took only a few seconds and a moment later Jack could hear the electric motors that provided power to the fully mechanized door actuate and begin to open the vault like inner sanctum of the executive level offices. As the door opened Jack beheld an impressive display of military might and physical security. An entire twenty-man commando detachment of Islamic Mujahedeen Holy Warriors stood in a long line facing the entrance he had just walked through. Each was attired in the ubiquitous black colors of the specially consecrated Jihad Brigade of the IPF and wore the distinctive headbands inscribed with the Shahada, or holy Islamic profession of devotional faith. Only the eyes of these holy warriors were exposed from beneath their black balaclavas but those eyes betrayed a fury and intensity that instantly reminded Jack of the inspirational power of the Islamic faith. These were each men who were willing to die on a momentʼs notice both on behalf of the IPF as well as in the name of Allah and they all knew that the glory of martyrdom and the endless and unimaginable pleasures of heaven would await them should they be given the great honor of attaining Shaheed or death for Islam. Behind the row of Jihad Brigade holy warriors was a small metallic desk at which was seated a bespectacled man in his mid-50ʼs with a full Islamic style beard but wearing the uniform of a major in the Security Service of the IPF. The man looked up and beckoned for Jack to approach the desk. Jack carefully walked between the perfectly symmetrical row of the Jihad warriors and stood at attention before the desk. “I see that you are here on official business and per the summons of the Vice Minister himself this morning captain.ˮ Said the major. “Yes, sir and it is a great honor to stand here in the executive levelˮ. “Very well captain, standby for a momentˮ. The major swiveled around in his black leather chair which looked to Jack to be a purpose-built PC gaming style chair, picked up a bright red phone and stated in a very soldierly and decidedly deferential tone, “Vice minister sir, your 0900 has arrived in the lobby sirˮ. The major quickly spun back around and facing Jack said, “Alright captain please remove your sidearm and place it here on the desk. You will receive it upon the conclusion of your meetingˮ. Jack walked up to the desk, unbuckled his fine black Italian made SS officers holster and removed the Glock G19 which he carried as his personal IPF issued officers pistol. “Very good captain, now walk down the large hallway to the left of this desk and the third door on your left is that of the office of the vice ministerˮ. Jack turned and followed these very precise instructions until he was standing in front of two very large, heavy wooden doors that looked to be crafted from some of the finest English Oak he had ever seen. There was a small metal rung on the right door and Jack promptly used it to announce his presence. “Enter!ˮ said a commanding voice from behind the English Oak doors. Jack walked in to what seemed to him to be one of the largest, most ornate and aesthetically beautiful offices he had ever beheld. The walls were all paneled in fine maple and oak and the wooden floors were covered with what appeared to be ancient Chinese rugs featuring highly detailed stenciling of men bearing arms on horseback. The walls of the office themselves were adorned with numerous pieces of artwork including a large ornately framed portrait of a scene of modern military combat painted in a style almost reminiscent of Renaissance works of art. Jack recognized the depiction as a portrayal of the Battle of the University which had taken place during the Great Incel Revolution and occurred in the sorority and fraternity district of the University of Michigan between the lightly armed and mostly intoxicated students and the elite armored strike forces of the IPF. In the center of the far side of the office, situated in front of a large panel of windows which were covered by fine drapery was an enormous wooden desk. Two flags flanked this SUV-sized desk, the official flag of the IPF with its crossed AK-47ʼs and ubiquitous incel man and, on the opposite side of the desk was the flag of Jihad. Situated behind the desk sitting on an exquisitely crafted brown leather chair was a highly distinguished looking man in his late 30ʼs. He was wearing the black uniform of the SS but with silver trimming along his collar and the large embroidered oakleaves which indicated the rank of SS-Obergruppenfuhrer or Lieutenant General. Jack snapped to attention and thrust out his right arm nearly shouting at the top of his lungs a most vigorous “Heil Rodger!ˮ The man behind the desk seemed unimpressed by this display of military pomp and motioned for Jack to come closer. “I summoned you here this morning to personally give you a most important task captain. While you have been led to believe that you will be serving as an inspection protocols officer in one of our detention facilities, I actually have a more essential mission for you. This great incel society can only continue to persist if we ensure the preservation of the internal security, continuity and integrity of our societal and cultural order. There have been many recent acts of defiance which have been perpetrated against the governing class of men within the patriarchal order. We have identified a covert and clandestine band of particularly attractive foids who have been using their bodies, their innate sensuality and other whorish charms to inspire otherwise law abiding and Allah fearing men to do their bidding and attempt to organize a resistance to our authority. This we cannot allow. I hereby command that you will search out these rogue elements, infiltrate them and then bring them to the swift and merciless justice of Allah.ˮ Jack snapped back to attention and said with great gusto, “I am your willing and obedient servant, your excellency, lord general and I shall do whatever is necessary to bring these vile harlots to the justice which they surely deserve!ˮ Vice Minister McGee motioned for Jack to leave his office with a quick wave of his hand. As Jack climbed back in to his unmarked sedan, he pondered what might be in store for him and reflected upon why the vice minister had selected him for such a mission of vital importance to national security. His fidelity and honor were irreproachable and his zealous Islamic piety was nearly sufficient to enable him to apply for membership in the Jihad Brigades. He now suspected that he would have to summon all of his manly fortitude, Islamic fitra and his stoical and firm countenance as an SS officer to complete this daunting mission. Chapter 2 The sky was a steel gray color and the rain was coming down as Jack drove along the Alek Minassian Memorial Expressway west out of the urban precincts of the city of Rodgerston. The traffic was moving along very nicely and Jack reflected to himself upon the considerable discrepancy between how chaotic, slow and dangerous driving on public roadways had been before the Great Incel Revolution and the ease with which vehicular traffic could now be undertaken no matter where the destination. One of the first official acts of the new regime upon the establishment of the Patriarchal Peoples Republic of America (PPRA) was the revocation of driverʼs licenses for all females. This had both the consequence of considerably alleviating congestion by reducing the volume of cars on the road by approximately half and likewise ensured that the very worst, slowest, most oblivious and distracted drivers were now forever relegated to having to walk to ride bicycles to wherever they had to go. This seemed to Jack to be both prudent and fair since female drivers had always been notorious for their inability to competently and safely navigate their vehicles and were routinely driving well under the posted speed limit due to their constitutional timidity and incomprehension of the techniques involved in operating a motor vehicle. The PPRA had likewise instituted a new hierarchical system of issuing drivers licenses so that all IPF and governmental personnel were given the privilege of driving in a specially designated lane reserved for them which had no posted speed limit while those male citizens who passed a rigorous enhanced drivers examination were allowed to drive at any speed they wanted, as they had unequivocally demonstrated their superior reflexes, hand-eye coordination and situational awareness. All of this led to a travel experience that was both pleasant and invigorating. As Jack pressed hard on the accelerator of his security service sedan and topped it out at a blistering 149 MPH, he looked out his window at the many large factories and manufacturing facilities that comprised the outer districts of the capital city. It was within this industrial milieu that tens of thousands of civilians, both male and female alike, toiled in arduous conditions producing heavy armaments, ammunition, armored vehicles and all other manner of assorted military merchandise both as much for export as well as for use by the IPFʼs Armed Forces. The PPRA had consummated diplomatic trade treaties with other reactionary states which were committed to preserving the ancient and natural dichotomy between men and women and as such, benefitted from a mutual defense treaty with the Russian Federation, a formal alliance with the Islamic Republic of Iran and trade relations with Afghanistan, Chechnya and North Korea. The leaders of all these states would meet annually for a splendidly luxurious conference which was always held at medieval castle located in the Carpathian Mountains where they would imbibe the finest libations of French Cognac and black caviar from the Caspian Sea as they formulated plans to continue to ensure the supremacy of men and the continuation of their rightful place of prominence, privilege and superiority to women. A mere fifteen minutes after having departed the government district in the center of the great capital, Jack was already exiting the freeway and rapidly decelerating as he entered in to a residential area which had formerly been in the outskirts of what was once called Ann Arbor and now given the more fitting and honorable name of Hermann Goering City. Despite its almost bucolic appearance with shady, tree lined streets, large spacious homes surrounded by equally large yards and a bit of a quaint ambiance, this was once a center of debauchery and degeneracy the likes of which would have made Sodom and Gomorrah look like paragons of Quaker piety. But the student rabble and their progressively minded enablers in the general population that once infested this place had all long since been properly and definitively dealt with in the Great Cleansing. Only those who were fit for hard physical labor in the industrial sectors were allowed to live. All others were arraigned on charges of corrupting the public morality, acts of gross lewdness, embracing a hedonistic life of degeneracy and offending against the laws of Allah; the punishment for such unpardonable acts was a righteous sentence of death. Jack turned down one of the well-lit streets in this beatific suburban enclave and past a row of hundred-year-old maple trees whose leaves had turned all manner of brilliant shades of red, yellow and orange. After driving past eight houses, Jack reached the end of the street where his own home was situated on a quiet and private cul-de-sac. The house was built in the colonial style and had four bedrooms and three bathrooms as well as a luxurious basement which was home to both a large-scale in-home theater with projector and movie screen as well as Jackʼs personal gaming room which housed his extreme high-spec PC that could run any game ever released with ease. The home had formerly belonged to some troon loving faggot who had taught gender studies at the University of Michigan but after the Great Incel Revolution and the creation of the PPRA all property formerly belonging to Degenerate Persons (DPʼs) was confiscated by the state and redistributed on the basis of both the seniority and rank of the individual receiving such largesseʼs as well as the severity of his cumulative suffering by way of sustained sexual depravation. A calculus was devised by the rulers of the PPRA whereby those men who had endured inceldom for a prolonged and continuous period of time were granted fine homes along with correspondingly luxurious automobiles. They were likewise afforded the opportunity to join the IPF Security Service (SS) as compensation for having had to live such an immiserating and dejected existence. This policy also served as a reward for their not having committed mass murder in retribution and vengeance for their suffering. Since Jack had endured nearly 30 years of incel status upon the coming to fruition of the Great Incel Revolution and since he also held officer rank in the elite SS of the IPF, the PPRA had adjudged him to be deserving of a 4,000 square foot home built within the last five years and having a large, two-acre yard which itself was distinguished by the many beautiful oak and maple trees that adorned the lot. Jack stepped out of his black SS unmarked sedan and removed his bright red beret and his long black leather trench coat before he unlocked the backdoor which led in to a large open foyer that combined elements of modern and classical architecture and always reminded Jack of the homes which had once belonged to British officers before the American Revolution. “Sally Iʼm home!ˮ shouted Jack with a discernable measure of satisfaction in his voice. The door to the kitchen opened up and a petite, svelte, very pretty woman in her early 30ʼs with long brown hair appeared wearing a traditional full-length dress with an apron worn over it. “Oh, my sweet dear Jack! It is so wonderful having you back home this evening! I made you your favorite dinner and made sure to cook the chicken shawarma just right as I know how you love to savor all the succulent flavors it offers.ˮ A large smile came across Jackʼs face as he beheld his state issued wife and marveled at how lovely she did appear to him in that moment. Sally had once been a student enrolled at the former University of Michigan just a few miles from the very home where Jack now lived. The IPFʼs reconditioning and reeducation programs had successfully disabused her of her once licentious sensibilities and she was inspired to repudiate the degenerate atheism that she previously subscribed to and instead embrace the precepts and teachings of Islam. Sally had even achieved Hafiz by memorizing the entire Quran in an unusually impressive display of Islamic fidelity and personal piety. After a full 24 months in the reeducation facility and after her successful graduation from the Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi Madrasa in Rodgerston, Sally was given a careful and scrupulous evaluation by the authorities in the redistribution program and assigned a numerical value on a decile scale which reflected her combined physical, aesthetic and sexual rating. The PPRA was committed to not merely ameliorating the grievous and unspeakable inequities of past generations whereby individual Alpha type males with tremendous physical strength and excellent aesthetic comportment (also known as “Chadsˮ) would unilaterally dominate the mating and dating process, but it also ensured that each man in the IPF was assigned a woman who was commensurate to him aesthetically. This was the process known as compulsory looksmatching and was assiduously enforced and scrupulously adhered to in the interests of equity, justice and fundamental fairness. Special consideration was given to rank and status in the IPF of course, so that naturally, the highest-ranking ministers and generals would be assigned the most ravishing women irrespective of their own physical or aesthetic qualities but for all others, an objective analytical calculus was applied to ascertain and identify a woman who was commensurate to their own cumulative status. Since Jack had graduated law school at the top of his class from an elite academic institution, was physically fit, tall and considered by most of his fellow SS officers as at least a higher tier normie in his face, he was assigned Sally who was herself a very pretty woman with a fit, athletic physique which was complimentary to Jackʼs own body morphology. This was fair, equitable and perfectly just and obviated the sort of frivolous considerations which had previously been used by women as their own personal selection criteria and which typically emphasized penis girth and length, the ability to tell jokes, crude, brutish and almost animal-like behavior and other marks of personal degeneracy. Unlike such crass barbarians, who would have previously enjoyed the pleasures of a brown-haired beauty like Sally, Jack was a man who personified the four chief virtues once adumbrated by the great stoical philosopher and Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius, those of wisdom, justice, temperance and fortitude. He was likewise a devout and pious Muslim, a veteran soldier of the IPF who had won many decorations including a Knights Cross for gallantry in battle and, most importantly, a lifelong incel man who deserved vindication of his immeasurable sufferings. On the basis of truly objective factual considerations and as a consequence of a mostly ai driven aesthetic and morphological analysis, Jack was assigned a “7.5ˮ out of a possible ideal rating of 10, although his score was increased by half a point for his Islamic piety and another half point in compensation for a life of dejected inceldom prior to the Great Revolution, thereby resulting in a final looksmatch quotient, or “LQˮ of “8.5ˮ. Thus, Jack was entitled by the ancient customs of manhood, to a female companion who herself was of stunning physical beauty and would easily mog, or put to shame, approximately 90-95%% of other women. Since Sally did not have an education which imbued her with the sorts of intellectual, creative or technical skills which would have enabled her to provide some viable social or economic utility function to the PPRA (she stupidly majored in performing arts, as did many of her fellow dumb foids prior to the Great Revolution), she was downgraded by a full point. Likewise, another half point was deducted in recognition of her having formerly lived a life of frivolity, degeneracy and sexual debauchery prior to her conversion to Islam. This meant that while Jack was technically only a “7.5ˮ, on the basis of objective assessment metrics and Sally would have been considered a “9.5ˮ, merely as a consequence of her ravishing and uniquely beautiful looks, the looksmatch program effectuated a proper balancing of the interests. The result of this fair and entirely dispassionate adjudication ensured that proper justice was done both to the interests of the man, who deserved a physically beautiful woman as his Islamic wife and to those of the woman, who ought to have a husband who was courageous, mighty and ready to enthusiastically embrace Shaheed and the path to martyrdom, should the righteous call of Jihad ring forth from the minaret. In the dark times of female licentiousness and the arbitrary rule of foids in the dating and mating market, Sally would have been able to select from amongst the most physically robust, steroid-maxxed, NCAA Division I Football-playing Chads with chiseled jawbones, great blonde manes of lion-like hair and large, girthy penises who would have pandered to her every whim and debased themselves in competition for her. In those squalid and immiserating years, a man such as Jack, despite his brilliant mind, extraordinary educational qualifications, personal courage, above average facial aesthetic and muscular physique would have been relegated to searching Tinder for morbidly obese landwhales, hideously deformed meth-heads and the occasional tranny. Jackʼs own severe autism, which prevented him from being able to spontaneously and naturally engage interpersonally with women, would have continued to perpetually consign him to a life of loneliness, sexual privation and abject misery. Such injustices were the incipient inspiration for the Great Incel Revolution and many a would- be mass shooter and serial killer flocked to join the ranks of the IPF Jihad Brigade and exacted their righteous retribution through the attainment of martyrdom. The Great Cleansing had removed almost all of the Chads or otherwise degraded them to a life of drudgery, toil and servile labor in the work camps or industrial facilities of the PPRA where their animal-like strength and large muscles were put to the service of the state. The balance between man and woman which had been an irrefragable and inexorably component of every civilization and culture since the dawn of mankind had now been restored. The justice of Allah had been brought to the impudent and promiscuous whores who once arbitrarily selected on a whim from amongst the most muscle-bound and brutish Chads for a sexual partner and they were either made to embrace their new righteous faith by adopting the hijab and learning the Hadiths or were cast down amongst the sodomites in the detention facilities as slaves for the regime. Jack walked up to his fine Islamic wife and patted her on her soft, flowing and luscious hair: “You are a good and dutiful woman Sally and I commend you for your diligent work in the kitchen this day preparing what I am certain will be a sumptuous feast worthy of a Holy Jihad Martyr on the eve of attaining Shaheed.ˮ “Alhamdulillah and praise be to Allah for he is good and merciful!ˮ Said Sally with the same fervent zeal as would have been expected from a member of the IPFʼs Jihad Commando Brigade. After relishing his fine middle eastern style dinner and afterwards instructing Sally on precisely what he wanted her to make for him tomorrow evening, Jack retired to his bedroom for the evening and awaited his wifeʼs arrival. Prior to the Great Incel Revolution, almost all sex was considered recreational and was certainly non-procreative in nature, but now that the purity of Islamic law reigned supreme and the SS of the IPF enforced both the merciless justice of Sharia at gunpoint as well as the morally edifying edicts of the Supreme Patriarchal Council, all acts of physical intimacy were required by law to last no more then a maximum of either five minutes or whatever time was necessary for the physiological mechanics of nature to be properly consummated, whichever was quicker. Lust, envy, spite and raging jealousy were now all nullified since sex acts were no longer a depraved expression of debauchery merely undertaken so as to gratify the lustful desires of pleasure-seeking people, but were now facilitative of the constructive mitigation of natural physical urges but went no further. This was both in accordance with the will of Allah and the teachings of the Prophet Mohammed, Peace be upon Him, and also consistent with creating a more dignified and righteous society wherein men and women could maintain some personal integrity and not be debased by lascivious acts of unspeakable depravity. Each citizenʼs home was required to be fitted with an infrared camera system which was installed and paid for by the state and which served to monitor any intimate physical interactions between man and foid. This system was monitored by ai programs which were designed to assess the length, intensity and overall explicitness of any sexual encounters and produce an automatically generated alert in instances where a couple transgressed upon the limitations that had been stipulated in furtherance of maintaining decent and honorable conduct befitting men and women who lived pious Islamic lives. For those men who served honorably in the IPF or other governmental entities however and especially for those who, by virtue of innate genetic predisposition, had been imbued with a compelling need to satisfy their manly and libidinous urges, the PPRA established official “Houses of Reliefˮ which existed in every town or municipality which had a population over 500 persons. Within these facilities, an IPF soldier could avail himself of a multitude of foids who had been designated as Degenerate Persons for their filthy lives of debauchery prior to the Great Revolution, though who had also undergone rigorous testing for STDʼs and were certified as clean and non-contagious prior to their assignment as comfort women. These foids were selected both on the basis of their incorrigibility and unwillingness to embrace the purifying precepts of Islam but were likewise chosen for their slutty comportment, physical fitness and overall sexual appeal. Such facilities were only available to honorable men who, by virtue to both their service to the state as well as their fanatical commitment to and wiliness to die for Allah, had earned the right to be fully sated in this life as well as the next. As Sally entered in to the finely appointed master suite of the house, she slipped out of her nightgown and laid down beside her husband with whom she was united together by the love and obedience they mutually shared for Allah. Jack embraced Sally and in a quick and momentarily satisfying act of gratification released his manly emission. Jack turned over on his side and, facing the night stand, opened the top drawer and removed a pack of finely made, hand rolled Russian cigarettes. He offered one to Sally but she demurred. As Jack lit his cig up and took a long, deep inhalation of the sweet tobacco he ruminated on how beneficent and benevolent was the love and supreme rulership of Allah. He also began to ponder his mission that the vice minister had assigned him earlier that day. How would he infiltrate those impious and depraved foids who made a mockery of male honor by seducing good, decent, Allah fearing male citizens with their salacious and sensual charms? What would he do when confronted with such an outrageous offense to the dignity of an Islamic man? Would he be able to restrain himself and refrain from beating these infidel whores to death immediately and with his own two hands long enough to acquire whatever information he needed to undermine their sordid and nefarious plans? Lost in thought and deep in a contemplative state, Jack nearly forgot that Sally was still lying next to him. “Dearest beloved husband, would you like for me to set out your morning prayer rug and perhaps prepare some tea for you to help you sleep more softly?ˮ said Sally in a tone of adoration. “No wife, you have done your duty this evening and as you know, I prefer to sleep alone in the comfort of my own bed and without any disturbances so I shall dismiss you for now and see you in the morning, Allah willing.ˮ Jackʼs huge, 65-inch LCD TV came on at precisely 0900 the next morning and was tuned to his favorite program, the Joey Coffin Show. Joey had been one of the earliest members of the IPF in the pre-revolutionary days when it was a mere virtual online forum and, like every single one of those long-serving veterans who lent their support in the earliest days of the movement, had rapidly achieved promotion, high rank, power, status, wealth, great prestige and an exquisitely attractive pious Muslim wife. He had literally come up through the ranks and had served in every single position from buck private all the way to his current status as Deputy Vice Minister for Information and Public Enlightenment. In addition to his impeccable revolutionary bona fides, Joey had also been an exemplary and courageous soldier whose acts of valor and exploits on the battlefield had earned him the most exalted and rare honor of Hero of the Incel Revolution which Supreme Chancellor Romulus Aurelius had once personally bestowed upon him. “This is Brigadier General Joey Coffin coming to you live from the Elliot Rodger metroplex broadcasting station here in the Dylan Klebold Center for Public Enlightenment and let me tell you my brothers, I have an amazing show for you today!ˮ “Our guest today is none other then Lieutenant Colonel Hermann Ludwig, the Chief Justice of the Sharia Court of High Appeals and by the light of Jihad, he has got a great story to tell us this morning.ˮ “Welcome to the show Colonel Ludwig and let me ask you how the public executions went last night.ˮ “Well General Coffin sir, I have just recently returned from the Amon Goeth Megadome Arena where as you know, we had a truly inspiring demonstration of both the justice of Sharia and the power of Allah last night.ˮ The camera cut to a recording of the previous evenings public execution event and showed a large raised platform in the center of an enormous colosseum-like event center filled with tens of thousands of cheering PPRA male citizens (female citizens and any civilians were not permitted to attend such events). On this platform knelt fifteen foids who had been accused, tried and convicted of promiscuous conduct, public degeneracy and offending against the code of Sharia by way of their filthy whorish antics. Each had been observed and recorded by SS agents engaging in raucous and lewd sex acts with various civilian men who themselves were all of Chad status. The men were each sentenced to a lifetime of hard labor in one of the many slave labor camps that was administered by the SS, while the foids would be subject to the most severe punishment that the holy Sharia proscribed for such intolerable degeneracy, that of beheading in public. The camera zoomed in on the center of the stage where a short, somewhat fat, balding man of clearly Indian ancestry with a face that suggested mild retardation was standing attired in the dark brown uniform of a government sanitation worker. Next to him stood Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig who looked resplendent in his velvet and red satin judicial robes and a fine black cape made of the purest silk which signified his status as a high magistrate judge of the Court of Sharia Appeals. Colonel Ludwig stepped in front of a large array of microphones and in a stern, yet inspiring tone, addressed the enormous crowd before him, “My fellow citizens of the great Patriarchal Peoples Republic of America, I give to you the condemned whores who have been sentenced by a righteous verdict of this holy and honorable court. Let it be known that there shall be neither tolerance or mercy for those vile jezebels who flaunt their promiscuity and in so doing bring forth the annihilating wrath of Allah!ˮ The crowd roared with enthusiasm and shouts of “Allahu Akbar!ˮ and “Alhamdulillah!ˮ could be heard surging across the entire arena. Colonel Ludwig raised his hand and motioned for the rabble to desist from their rambunctious approbation. “Silence, all of you! And now here this! Before you stands Private Third Class Jagdeep Dhankhar, a man who serves a most humble and lowly task of cleaning the menʼs toilets in the IPF SS central barracks in Rodgerston yet, who by virtue of his Chapter 3 Jack pulled his sleek black sedan into the reserved VIP parking section of IPF SS District 4 Headquarters Building where he was assigned as a special investigations officer in charge of infidel crimes. As he stepped out of the driverʼs side door, he saw a large, rotund and aesthetically repugnant but jovial looking man of clearly Indian ancestry in a long black but ridiculously ill-fitting, leather trench coat standing on the steps which led to the main entrance of the District 4 Building. Jack quickly exited his vehicle and with a tone of gleeful enthusiasm addressed the Indian man who was now looking in his direction. “Arjun! By the divine light of Allah! What in the name of the Prophet, Peace be upon Him, are you doing all the way over here on this side of town?ˮ Arjun replied with great gusto and verve, “Oh Captain Diamond my dear comrade, I have been assigned to this district by a recent decree of the Higher SS and Police Leader for the entire region of Rodgerston, SS-Oberfuhrer Thaddeus Brax, who thought you lads could use a man of my unique talents to assist in what I know are some very vital and clandestine investigations.ˮ “You happen to be more right then you know Arjun.ˮ Said Jack. own valor