Thursday, February 12, 2026

Terraforming snow for chimeras

 Terraforming snow for chimeras

 https://old.bitchute.com/video/E4cYutnRbrSu/

It's 2027 and you wake up....

 https://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2025/01/wake-up-in-2027.html

This is the future that will happen, however.

  • Wake up in 2027
  • This makes the 3rd week living around the sewers, necessary for escaping the drones
  • Living on cats and irradiated raccoons and dogs
  • rakes are still out hunting witches and jews, even with the approach of dawn.
  • The terraforming for chimeras has changed the world. Tree leaves are now red, instead of green.
  • Instead of grass, rat hair pops up from the ground, smells awful.
  • Rat hair is now growing out of the scratch received 3 days ago tripping over street garbage
  • Always looking out for any and all ammo to be found. Guns are everywhere, but ammo...that's rare.
  • New leaflets dropped last night in six languages. Come to the black vans for food and shelter, it declares. Never again. Saw the ditch they dump the bodies into for the suckers who gave up and went to one of those road blocks.
  • Haven't eaten in 3 days, again.
  • Still debating on necking myself. Saw the taking up happen, so I know there is a God up there. 
  • In a dream, Christ himself told me to persevere, it's almost over.
  • I have since learned to pray. Days are better on days I pray, somehow. I hope I am doing it right; growing up, no one ever mentioned God is Real, just the opposite.
  • The great cities are wastelands of death. Avoid.
  • Miss the birds and all. Everything is always creepy quiet.
  • The land abounds in abominations beyond reason. Saw 12 foot tall rat headed man beast a few days back. It was rubbing its hands together, sniffing for spoilage. Oof...
  • Nothing grows that is edible. Real plants 2 years ago became a kind of greenish yellow snot and died off. Rat hair grew in its place. Everything is rat hair now. 
  • I still may neck myself. If I can eat today, maybe not.
  • Drones can be located by the occasional POP sound made when a small grenade is dropped on something...or someone...still alive. Like me.
  • Trump unleashed hell on this world. He's gone, but the rakes, giants, and dragons rule now.
  • Oh, when will the end come?