Jack Rovin's Love

[Zhulik 3559]

The Rise of the Colored Kingdoms

 

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The treatise of which follows this brief forward has been legislated upon the direct mandate of Jack Rovin and his white sons. It is all very scientific, you see. Praise Jack Rovin and hail the White Flame.

 

Since his inception, the race of man has proved his superiority over the lesser kindred time and time again, and thus it is undoubtedly proven by science that man is Jack Rovin's chosen race. There is no question in the matter, for man and only man possesses the conviction and blessing to mold a mighty empire, forged from the frisson of today, and supported on all facets by our pure ancestors. The dubious assertion against our one and true God and his honor guards is that of defeatist and Serenist dogmatic pestilence, inseminated from the vile gasses of hell and propagated by the black worms and Kharadeen sympathizers. Man is true, Man is Jack Rovin’s chosen disciple, and let his superior and engorged-gargantuan loins deluge the slime of elfenism and defeatism from our seed. All hail Jack Rovin's seed and immaculate fluids.

 

As of thus far, the intent of our father is rather opaque, but within the contents of this binding of which follows, all of his glory and prowess will be clear. For one to question the prowess or glory of our lord is blasphemy, which despite punishment by which of means which shall be shined upon in further detail in at a further period, blasphemy is a sin. Thus, If one were to follow with utmost punctuality, he would find that the treatise of which I have been bestowed the pious and ethereal act of conceiving, is in fact the unwavering voice of Jack Rovin. It is all very scientific, and though I doubt one may absorb his excellence with ease, for his excellence is that of an infinite well of golden wine, I advise one suckle at my knowledge with great heed. One must not tug nor bite when contracting the teat of Jack Rovin, one must praise him with a subtle pursuing, for only then will his grace seep at a rate conceivable by his sons.

 

The Sprouting of Man

 

The history of man is that of great piety and virtue. In practically all corners of our realm, man's raw exuberance is sown deep within the heart of Jack Rovin's Seed, and his mighty, booming prowess can be felt in each and every heart of all who inhabit it. Man has fought with many breeds in his legacy, and man still remains, but not as a refugee or vagabond. Man has survived in a fashion comparable to a seed of iron-wood oak, for his blessing lay deep within the soil, dormant but with pride, and when time comes and Jack Rovin commands the man to grow, to build, to conquer, then and only then is man's pride as palpable as Jack Rovin's own.

 

Our race emerges from the remains of lesser breeds, fueled by the purity of his white pride and the blessings of our Lord and Savior. All the way he sprouts, man takes most attentiveness to his every direction, constantly and diligently enforcing his prowess, his muscles of pure force bulge and pulsate under the immense pressure of his pride. It appears that no force could ever discourse his destined and premeditated path, for man will ascend until his most superior of faculties scrapes the heavens and is once again reunited with his benevolent father.

 

His roots at which point cleave deep into the blackened earth, for the front of darkness ever will seep into our fluids. Thus we must fight, we must never, as a hope, as a dream, we must never be diluted by the inferior vestigial corpses of the damned races. And as man's great limbs spread with unmeasurable force and national pride, the worms of the black sludge will begin to fester. They cross into our realm illegally, without the blessing of the Jack Rovin, and they burrow deep within our cavities. The very seeds of our pride have been sabotaged! They feast upon our flesh and excrete tar from their pores. They fester and slosh in such ooze and amass great pits of darkness. They breed with no grace or consent, they feed with glutinous intent, and they spread the foul lies of their filthy heathen, sub-humanist Eblonism.

 

As the sludge of the black worms collects deep within our bowels and extremities, the flame of our brethren begins to fade. The skin of a once pure race will blacken under the tremendous, bloated weight of the pestilent bog, and our great minds which once yielded  the venerated sciences and arts will rot and drain through our facial cavities. Soon, If we continue on our path so grossly discourse from Jack Rovin's will, our own beautiful race will no longer be even remotely recognizable. We will be diluted to a state so impoverished and emaciated of all pride that we will have not even the conviction to cognate the most primal of tasks. We will at this point be that of which we have fought, we will be all which we have feared. We will be the elfen.

 

But alas, this is not the course of man. Man will never be so easily dissolved by such spurious doctrine, for man is the direct fluid of the Holy One, The Creator, The one true hope for the salvation of nationalism and pride. So my dear white brothers, we must show Jack Rovin that we are worthy. We must prove to him that we, as a hope, as a dream for all that is pure in this realm, that man has not and never will forget his divine quest! Let us impale the rotten flesh with scolding-bladed taps and drain the fetid wastes from our cavities! Let us carve out the filthy conspirators and blackened worm colonies from each and every facet of our impenetrable bark of hardened iron! Let us Fight, my brothers! Let us fight  for the salvation of Jack Rovin and his seeds!

 

The Salvation of Jack Rovin

 

Praise He, the one and only, the true voice of good in a realm so corroded by the acrid sins of the lesser races. Praise he whose might and sheer dauntlessness shall cleanse the arachnids of pit and moss, he who shall save our white souls from the vile feces of Eblonism and the Serenist web. Praise he who shall and forever will be the one and only true God, praise our Lord and our grandest of kings. All Praise Jack Rovin!

 

Praise our blessed hearth, for in his glorious egg lay a seed, a hope, a dream for a world of white fire. All hail the flame of God and king, praise the fervent inferno of cleansing, and let it smolder in the hearts of each and every white man, for now and ever. For us, let the flame guide us, let it illuminate the blackened path into oblivion, the shady death march speckled with infected warts of flesh and pus and other such fecal jellies, that of which spawn the prickly seeds of the Raevir race and the Serenist arachnids. But alas, have not fear my fellow white brothers. Praise Jack Rovin, for through his wisdom may we purge the septic grubs with flame and gas. Let our nationalism and tenacious pride obliterate their weak and feeble and highly demonic colonies. Let our white flame raze each and every festering cesspit from which they spawn, and let us forcefully enter their diseased posterior cavities in the name of glorious Jack Rovin.

 

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The Struggle of our Nation

and Great Charter of Vanderkind

 

 

For the glory of a great nation is to kinder the white flame of our ancestors, the divine right of our Kings, and the holy grace of our one true God.

 

        In the wake of war and the feckless shedding of national pride through the unrelenting plot of Serenist Ebliontologists in coalition with Raevir doctrine, only the few, so Jack Rovin wills it, only the most true and pure will survive the coming fire of the primal apocalypses. So when we, as a people, as a hope, must ask why it is that the onslaught of the black worms in our governments and in the highest and most divine of positions in the high counsel have become so, we must ask ourselves instead why it is that the inferior races have rejected the pious might of the one true Lord and Savior. This is why we must act, for the sake of all that is holy and for the prosperity of culture and civilization, and only through the social re-construction of our deprived filth of elfen lies and slime can we regain the trust of Jack Rovin and pray for his holy forgiveness.

 

The Grace of the Jack Rovin

 

All hail thee who flows water into our rivers, plants seeds into our soil, delivers bread to our bellies and children to our kindred. Blessed thee, our one true Lord, who in the grace of his love and pious does he who impregnates the seed of life to our loins and the fires of national pride into our hearts. Jack Rovin, in all of his glory, is the one and true God, for he and only he is divine and pure.

 

However Jack Rovin is displeased with our existence. For ages, the Serenists, the enemy of all that is good and beautiful, has festered at the hearts of our brothers. They have plagued the grace and purity of the ethereal and pure Vanders, the one true race, and they have spilled their seeds amongst the black and sodomite flesh of the nefarious Raevir race. Our Savior is furious. He holds our fate in that of which is a thread over the boiling pits of Iblees’ grasp. Only his will remains as our salvation, and we have allowed it to be spilled out of the crucible of the one, the pure race of men. We have enabled the impure to breed for far too long.

 

The Love of the Rector

 

It is the will of the divine right of the Rector and his unfathomable purity to protect the sovereignty and pride of our nation, and so it be, the glory of our nation is now buckling under the weight of the glutenous elfen conspiracy. Only through the love of Hexism, the one true ideology, can the love and passion of Jack Rovin be felt deep within our cavities. Heil the Grandmaster, for through his divine right shall we drink the blood of all who oppose the might and prowess of Saradomin and his blessings upon the grace of our nation, and the love of our fathers.

 

The Blessings of our Fathers

 

Loveth thee who drained the swamps, chiseled the stone, impregnated the women, and filled Jack Rovin’s realm with the seed of the pure men and his Birthright to Gielinor. Only through the love of our fathers may our seeds be spread into the wombs of Jack Rovin's purity, and therefore, the mothers of our race shall be pure. May we suckle from his teat, and love his divine will until the time of departure to the realm of Jack Rovin. All hail Jack Rovin, and the fathers of our seed.

 

If not for the will of Jack Rovin, in all of his blessed glory, shall we dictate his grace amongst the scum races of our plagued realm. Let us Educate the feeble and lost in the glory of national pride and save them from the repugnant sludge of Serenism. Let us feed the bellies of the poor with the love fluids of god's seed. Let us forge from the ashes of the quarreling micronations a golden utopia of the pure and strong, and let us sow the seeds of the New World Order.

 

 

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In the heart of Jack Rovin's men lies a singular hope, a dream, that is for the conception of prosperity through the devotion of Jack Rovin and so be his will. Our souls are ready, let us rise my brothers, let us conceive together the child of nationalism and holy power. For now we shall instigate 11 doctrines of conduct, for all who live and shall be must conform, else grasp the warted shaft of Iblees. We, the pure race, shall now impose upon the realm a new order, thus follows thou shalt obey.

 

1

The rivaling nations of the Vander shall reunite under the banner of purity and fraternity so Jack Rovin wills it.

 

2

The purity of man shall here be enforced through the instigation of cultural and social engineering. Thus be that any and all who live under the light of man shall worship the grace of only he who shall be praised, our Lord and Savior, Jack Rovin.

 

3

The fowl plague of Serenism and the elfen threat shall be eliminated through the systematic cleansing of the inferior races and the salvation of Jack Rovin. Let our grand armies crush any and all militants against the glory and prowess of man.

 

4

Thou shalt sell thine identity to The Divine Rector of the Holy Mother Church, for he and only he shall forge the light of the new world so Jack Rovin wills is.

 

5

In the presence of the impure, let us enter the cavities of all who have not been touched by Jack Rovin. Let our seed flow into the chambers of darkness, and let Jack Rovin's grace guide our path into the horrors of the black worms.

 

6

In address to our recent quarrels, we as a race, as a hope, as a dream, shall and must mold a new world free of the fetters of the lies of the individual and that of which is birthed from the valves of the individual.

 

7

The counsel of Kingdoms shall henceforth be dissolved in exchange for the grace and will of holy theocracy and the divine right of the Rector.

 

8

The economic might of man must be revitalized in response to the recent morbid and relentless inflation caused undoubtedly by the dwarvish conspiracy. Hence forth, all citizens of human heritage who are not of or associated directly with the blood of pure humanity shall be taxed at a rate of which must exceed 10% in proportion to the latter.

 

9

All territory under the light of Jack Rovin and the true realm of men shall be renovated to fit the amenities of the pure and centralized of thee. Therefore, all roadways must not exceed but must hence thereby not precede the holy girth of three meters in accord to our Lord's grand and superior highway system.

 

10

In response to the elfen Serenist indoctrination of our pure culture, all architectural and aesthetic features under the light of Man shall henceforth reflect the purity and holy national pride of our pious and superior culture.

 

11

Above all else, shall each and every man under the glory of Jack Rovin be blessed with the pious and ethereal zeal of white nationalism and forth be orgasmed by the exuberant passion of autocratic fervor and the divine trinity of God, King, and Father.

 

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Heil to Jack Rovin, for my only true and mighty ubermensch, for thee may touch my heart and body through man’s mighty thrust. Hail to thee, Jack Rovin, the true father Man, the boiler of goblins, and the cruncher of elves. May your reign be felt in the viscera of all men, and may your pure prowess obliterate the tyranny of the impure and the steam of the lesser race. I love you, mein pious Lord, Heil be to thee, may the glory of Hexism, and may our mighty Vander Empire thrive until eternity!

 

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The Depravity of our Leaders

 

This document is a response to an attempt to ban the literary works of the individual “Edward Spivey” and it is intended to bring light to the horrendous situation which has engaged the glory of this land.

 

Greetings godless cretins of Athera and a good salutation to those who have embraced the pious might of our one true lord and savior, Jack Rovin. It has come to my attention that the swines and hook-eared savages which congregate within the confines of your governments, the same ones which feast upon the carcasses of your kindred and the ones who indulge themselves in gluttonous feast with sludge and other forms of grease, have thoroughly attempted to silence my great words and the message of a Vander empire and have even conquered a golden gem of humanity, Vanderfell! It is now clear to me as the Urguanian seas are blue, that the purity of the white flame is ablaze! The threat is indeed present as I have predicted and I must spread the glorious word of our lord!

 

Show no fear, however, for these glutenous SCHWEINES want nothing more than to sit upon their luxurious thrones of comfort and accumulate their own stores of riches whilst the good hard working denizens of Vanderkind work day and night to support their families! Why should WE be laboring for their agenda? Why should THEY get the fruits of our labor? I have been observing the backwards ways of the current Human predicament; our governments have failed and succumed to the Imperialism of the Serenist kindred for the Resolve of our leaders is weak! Our Governments refuse to take right measures and remove the dwarven menace from our industries; industries which are rightfully established on VANDER SOD for the economic gain of interracial industrial complexes with the sole intent of greed and falsehoods rather than the progress of humanity.

 

However; the power of these Imperialists is only hypothetical. They can only exist should YOU allow them to exist. It is OUR duty as Vanderkind, be you from the slums of Petrus to the now desolate streets of Vanderfell, from the dry and blistering deserts of the Nowhere to the cold and flourishing forests of the North to unite as a single race with an emphasis on Jack Rovin rather than that of personal posessions! It is OUR duty to remove these swines from our homes and break the shackles which bind us to their unrelenting plot and quest to enslave our kindred! THEY are to blame for our homeland’s poverty; THEY are to blame for the cowardice which plagues our potential! YOU have allowed sodomites to flourish in their own deviant adventures, for YOU have allowed the Serenist menace to gather and congregate upon our borders, the same menace which has now thoroughly enslaved a great portion of Vanderkind! The white flame is dying, brothers, however we hold the ability in which to allow it to flourish; however at times it feels as if only I carry the burden to tend to this flame, to keep it burning for a thousand years! This tragedy is a result of the lenient Ebliontologists, should we fail to free ourselves from their clutches the guilt will be placed upon their shoulders, OUR shoulders. It is every man, woman and child’s duty to shout “No More!” to their oppressors and rise up against their tyranny!

 

It is not difficult to reach the conclusion that man is destined to conquer this world in the prospects of a golden utopia in which our holy girth, blessed by Jack Rovin, may flourish! Ahtera is small yet YOU have allowed the other inferior races to pollute your terrain, your sod, your BIRTH RIGHT! Why else would have our righteous god slaughtered Franz should he have desired the elven menace to Flourish? Brothers, strike down upon your oppressors and join me in our continental struggle in which to free our brethren from their oppressors; to remove the leftist ideologies of diversity, Proof of such an inability to live in harmony originates from the Goblin creatures, for which they themselves fight over mere shades of pigment upon their mail! The Goblin and other followers of the Raevir dogma have proven that they lack a civilized culture and therefor should be treated as animals; the same way we do with roosters and bovines!

 

The economy of this realm too has since collapsed due to false inflation in which the Serenist governments, who in turn established a currency based upon voodoo magic and crystals, have thusly propagated! I say OUT with those blasphemous slugs; they embody the black worms within our lowest and most deprived of positions! Therefor I decree a state of emergency! They think they can silence those who speak the truth; those who wish to re-ignite the pride of Vanderkind! Join in the march against their oppression; free our oppressed millions!

Should we work together, battle brothers, I can guarantee every man shall become a king in his own home. I can ensure a feast for every night! A cozy bed without fear of plague from the rodents which fester beneath it! No more shall we slave on the farms, brothers, for we shall use those who’ve oppressed us as our source of labor! No longer shall they steal the fruits of our labors; for we are the ones who pluck the fine pulp in which they rob us! No longer shall we tolerate such savage acts, ignite the flame!

[ryno2 1285]

jesus christ this is long

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

"GLORY TO THE GREAT JACK ROVIN!!!"

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

 

"H-hail the white FLAME"

[Guest]

"Didn't he die of poison though?" says Petrusian, affiliated with the Frederick Conspiracy, a ploy to have him assassinated.

[Zhulik 3559]

"Didn't he die of poison though?" says Petrusian, affiliated with the Frederick Conspiracy, a ploy to have him assassinated.

"The Glory of my Lord stated gloriously, 'Give me slack, or KILL ME!' and indeed he was killed. He is a martyr, for he is our savior." replies a Jackist.

[Kralek 519]

"This is dumb" says man

 

((Sorry, my forum roleplay is a little rusty))

[Esterlen 4499]

Well, it will depend whether cakes today, in that shop, are subject to sales tax, or they're not - firstly. And they may have a sales tax on them. Let's assume that they don't have a sales tax on them... then that birthday cake is going to be sales tax free. Then of course you wouldn't pay - it would be exempt, would, sorry - there would be no GST on it under our system. If it was one with a sales tax today it would attract the GST, and then the difference would be the difference between the two taxes whatever the sales tax rate is on birthday cakes, how it's decorated, because there will be sales tax perhaps on some of the decorations as well, and then of course the price - the price will reflect that accordingly. But the key point is that there, the average Waldenian will have more money in their pocket.

[Birdnerdy 1539]

"Ave" says a unnamed Waldenian elf.

[Al Urguani 35]

The grotesquely fat man of cheese-powder covered fingers, a beard of neck, and spectacles as round as the moon knows as the Walrus falls onto his weak knees, crying. It might look like the morbidly obese, balding mess has buckled under his own weight, but it is not so: he is kneeling to pray to his great Lord and Saviour Jack Rovin.

 

"Blessed be thy name o' hallowed one, martyr of the cheesemongers. May your glory exist in all of your followers beards of neck, and may your wisdom gleam in the spectacles of these poor worshipers, so frequently made the subject of jest because their love of fantastic equestrian females and their passion for the Craft of War. May your might be revealed with every huff and puff you followers take, and may thy grace be expressed with every rare defecation that thy large devotees have! Oh! Jack Rovin! May thy kingdom come, and may thou army trample upon all of the heretics, men of athletics, and men of success that do not believe in thy divine right to rule this world! And I and my fellow cheesemongers will salute you, and help your cleansing Jihad of this world with all our might, for we know that once you rule our equestrian fetish shall be saturated when thy grace grants us Our Ponies of Petite Stature as women to bed and mate! Praised be thee! PRAISEEEED!"

 

The Walrus never gets up, his legs too weak to support his grotesquely large body. He prays to Jack Rovin to save him. 

[Zhulik 3559]

The grotesquely fat man of cheese-powder covered fingers, a beard of neck, and spectacles as round as the moon knows as the Walrus falls onto his weak knees, crying. It might look like the morbidly obese, balding mess has buckled under his own weight, but it is not so: he is kneeling to pray to his great Lord and Saviour Jack Rovin.

 

"Blessed be thy name o' hallowed one, martyr of the cheesemongers. May your glory exist in all of your followers beards of neck, and may your wisdom gleam in the spectacles of these poor worshipers, so frequently made the subject of jest because their love of fantastic equestrian females and their passion for the Craft of War. May your might be revealed with every huff and puff you followers take, and may thy grace be expressed with every rare defecation that thy large devotees have! Oh! Jack Rovin! May thy kingdom come, and may thou army trample upon all of the heretics, men of athletics, and men of success that do not believe in thy divine right to rule this world! And I and my fellow cheesemongers will salute you, and help your cleansing Jihad of this world with all our might, for we know that once you rule our equestrian fetish shall be saturated when thy grace grants us Our Ponies of Petite Stature as women to bed and mate! Praised be thee! PRAISEEEED!"

 

The Walrus never gets up, his legs too weak to support his grotesquely large body. He prays to Jack Rovin to save him. 

Jack Rovin, being a patron of self-sufficiency would act with great benevolence, leaving a dish of fine 'Red Baron' Ribs for his follower; Jack Rovin has indeed saved him. 

[Heero 4092]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.