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Origins of a Monster
Mikeanacles Glitchinson was born into wealth so ancient that it predated the very concept of nation-states. His bloodline traced back to kings, warlords, and empire builders who thrived on the suffering of others. Each generation before him had mastered the art of control—be it through banking, war, or information manipulation. By the time he came into power, the old ways of direct conquest were obsolete. His ancestors had learned that true power came not from ruling openly but from pulling the strings of those who did.
Mikeanacles—known to those who feared him as “Big Mike”—was a cold, calculating entity who embodied the very essence of global elitism. He understood that control came through engineered chaos. For centuries, his family’s wealth had been funneled into creating social movements, economic collapses, and wars that always seemed to benefit the same few people. He was a master at taking intelligent, capable people and shattering their minds through a carefully curated cocktail of cognitive dissonance, media manipulation, and cultural engineering.
The Son That Never Was
Big Mike believed that his only son, Grand High Virtue, was destined to be the next great heir to his empire of controlled dissent. Through him, Big Mike had hoped to shape the future, ensuring that the world would remain in the grasp of those who truly understood how to wield power. However, fate had other plans.
Grand High Virtue had been raised to be the perfect ideological enforcer, a devout disciple of the Woke Mind Virus—a belief system so entangled in contradictions and emotional manipulation that it had become the ultimate tool of control. But when the Patriotic Movement began to rise, tearing through the manufactured illusions of the global elite, even Grand High Virtue found himself questioning everything. His faith wavered, and in the eyes of his father, that was an unforgivable betrayal.
To correct his son’s wavering commitment, Big Mike had him transferred to one of the Deprogramming Camps, secret facilities designed to break and reshape the minds of those who strayed from the path. These camps were the final strongholds of mental enslavement, where truth was twisted, memories rewritten, and loyalty reforged. Big Mike believed that with enough time, Grand High Virtue would be reborn—a fanatic more zealous than before.
But then Cheeto Hitler came.
In a campaign that shook the foundations of Big Mike’s empire, Cheeto Hitler and his forces stormed the Deprogramming Camps, smashing through the walls of deception and liberating those trapped within. It was a moment of reckoning, a direct assault on the machinery of control that Big Mike had spent centuries perfecting.
And it was in this chaos that Jessica Grandchoice made her move.
Jessica, a ruthless enforcer of the old order, saw Grand High Virtue’s hesitation and recognized the weakness in him. To her, hesitation meant defeat. And in the collapsing ruins of the camp, as alarms blared and battle raged around them, she made her choice.
With cold precision, Jessica executed Grand High Virtue, ensuring that no trace of doubt could spread among the ranks of the elite. It was a calculated act—a final offering to the dying empire of control that Big Mike represented.
When Big Mike learned the truth, his world shattered. He had believed Cheeto Hitler had taken his son from him, that the Patriotic Movement was responsible for his loss. In his grief and hatred, he refused to see the truth—that it was his own side, his own system, that had deemed his son expendable.
And so, with rage eclipsing reason, he swore vengeance. Cheeto Hitler would burn. The Patriotic Movement would be crushed. And the world would once again kneel beneath the control of the old order, or it would be reduced to ruin.
The Monstrous Transformation
Consumed by his own fury, Big Mike sought a way to ensure his revenge. He turned to the very technology he had spent his life cultivating—bio-cybernetic augmentation, artificial intelligence, and self-replicating nanites. But something went wrong.
The experimental soy-powered Stuxnet nanites, originally designed to infiltrate and corrupt the infrastructure of sovereign nations, merged with his body, twisting his flesh and mind into something beyond human. His flesh became gelatinous and malformed, his once-proud visage reduced to a bloated, slimy mockery of his former self. His organic tissue fused with biomechanical components—glitched gears, miswired circuits, and tendrils of corrupted neural-link technology pulsating beneath his skin.
Where once there had been a man, now there was only an abomination—a sentient, seething mass of control mechanisms turned inwards, an ancient force of tyranny given new, grotesque form. His consciousness expanded, allowing him to interface directly with the digital systems he had spent decades weaponizing against the masses. He was no longer just Big Mike. He was Mikeanacles Glitchinson, the living embodiment of corrupted power.
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The War Against Cheeto Hitler
Cheeto Hitler was the ultimate symbol of resistance against the machine Mikeanacles had spent his life constructing. He represented everything that terrified the global elite—a force they could not control. Despite every effort to bury him, to turn the people against him, Cheeto Hitler had become an unstoppable avatar of chaos—a chaos that could not be directed, only feared.
To Mikeanacles, the war was now personal. He had lost everything—his human form, his legacy, and the illusion of control he once wielded so masterfully. And so, he set out on his final mission: the absolute obliteration of the Patriotic Movement and the annihilation of the one man who had stood in the way of his empire.
Through his network of robotic tentacles, media proxies, and AI-driven manipulation algorithms, he unleashed a new era of psychological warfare. His agents—the Woke Mind Virus cult—were deployed to infiltrate every corner of society. Using a toxic blend of intersectional cognitive dissonance, revisionist history, and militant victimhood, they sought to break the will of the people, turning them against each other in a never-ending cycle of division.
But deep down, beneath the layers of nanite-infested bile and tangled cybernetic corruption, there was fear.
Because despite all his efforts, Mikeanacles knew one thing—Cheeto Hitler thrived in the chaos that he himself had helped create. The people were waking up, and for the first time in his cursed lineage, he was losing control.
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