So just to let you all know, the Madness is creeping into my dreams in a weirdly mundane way. Last night I had an incredibly vivid dream where I discovered a Beutelist subreddit 🤔
"What Madness Is This?" Volume II: Prophecies in the Dark
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That's only mildly concerning.
At least you didn't have a vision telling you to convert to the AFC. Or find Illumanist Twitter.
I have caught myself thinking "what a fine example of fluidation" on a couple occasions when reading about like athletes and whatnot
THE RISING TIDE: RATIONAL CONCLUSIONS
THE RISING TIDE: RATIONAL CONCLUSIONS
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OFFICE OF RACIAL AND RELIGIOUS AFFAIRS AFRICA COMMAND
STANDARD LEADER GREGORY JONES, SPECIAL OPERATIONS
TO SUPREME CHIEF GEORGE PATTON, ORRA
MARCH 2, 1941
All hail!
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OFFICE OF RACIAL AND RELIGIOUS AFFAIRS AFRICA COMMAND
STANDARD LEADER GREGORY JONES, SPECIAL OPERATIONS
TO SUPREME CHIEF GEORGE PATTON, ORRA
MARCH 2, 1941
All hail!
It is my sincerest hope this briefing finds you well, Supreme Chief Patton. It is my privilege to report that Operation Daring-Do has proceeded as planned and we have achieved victory in the fullest sense of the word. As we know, the night of November 10 of the past year saw a violent attack on the under-construction Congo Dam. Notable VIPs were under direct fire and the stability of the dam was threatened. Local ORRA undercover Special Operations Teams deployed, codenamed "Candyasses," and took the fight against the attackers. The enemy consisted of a united force of Interior pygmyoid savages, led by the so-called Congo King Opulo Odika, and Reischmarschal Wolff Sauer's contingent of loyalist Mittelafrikan Reichsheer forces. Reichsmarschal Sauer and Odika captured control of the Dam in the initial assault, taking prisoner many defenders, including Professor Jennings, notable VIP. While they attempted to give the Dam the same treatment as our Panama Canal, the attempted use of explosive ordinance to destroy vital infrastructure failed as infighting broke out between the Reichsheer and Interior forces, egged on by S.O.T. Candyasses and ORRA elements within the Reichsheer, all according to plan.
Colonel Heinrich Heinz, our number one VIP within the Heer, opened fire and killed Odika, resulting in the outbreak of hostilities between the insurrectionist factions. Enraged by the death of their "King," the savages fell upon and began murdering the Reichsheer troopers with vigor and no small amount of bloodlust. Odika was viewed as a living god by many of these degenerates, and his death was to be repaid with the brutal butchering of every white man in sight. Despite their numerical advantage, the savages were soon put to flight by the Reichsheer. In the interim, Reichsmarschal Sauer attempted to proceed with demolition via heavy explosive ordinance of the Congo Dam. Left with no choice, ORRA S.O.T. Candyasses disposed of Sauer with swift and decisive action.
Now devolved into a bloodthirsty melee, the Heer was no longer able to control the captive Dam employees and security personnel. VIP Jennings led a rebellion among them and armed themselves to take back control of the Dam. This uprising was, of course, orchestrated by S.O.T. Candyasses and weapons were supplied. With the two disloyal elements of Mittelafrikan society now slain, ORRA teams Jupiter Jollies, Crawford's Sword, and Beastmen moved in from all directions, wearing the uniforms of Cackalack Handhunters as per Document 42091. With the Dam now surrounded and its enemies bewildered, confused, and drained, Operation Daring-Do was fully put into effect. A brief but decisive firefight ensued, with the forces of the Heer and the Interior Savages surrendering by morning. While the Dam did sustain damage, after over a month of extensive safety checks and repairs, it has been deemed minimal and acceptable. All explosive ordinance has been removed from the facility and construction is set to resume.
VIP Jennings has taken public credit for the victory at the Dam and thanked his Sweet Victory-employed mercenaries and his "reserve force of Cackalack Handhunters" for fighting back against the attack. Due to the locale of this battle, all enemy forces were trapped with their backs to the sea by S.O.T.s Jupiter Jollies, Crawford's Sword, and Beastmen. Every single subversive has been eliminated. None remain to tell the story of what really occurred, as per your orders in Document 42089. S.O.T. Candyasses remain on standby for further orders, and will only accept orders from either VIP Jennings or VIP Candyman upon prior authorization from the Office of the Supreme Chief. VIP Jennings shows signs of confusion and disorientation from the whole affair, but seems to believe VIP Wormtongue is all-powerful and omniscient, and that the S.O.T.s clothed as Handhunters are personally employed by VIP Wormtongue.
VIP Wormtongue is doing well in the Hermitage, and all plans are once more in motion, now without the dangerous subversive elements we have long feared could jeopardize Operation Daring-Do. If VIP Jennings is alerted to the true plan, S.O.T. Candyasses have been given the go-ahead to eliminate with prejudice and install VIP Candyman as the new head of the Congo Dam Authority. VIP Candyman has played his part perfectly in all of this, and it is this officer's opinion that the man could have had a marvelous career in espionage and COINTELOP. It is this officer's opinion that VIP Candyman be awarded the ORRA Merit Cross First Class for his service to ORRA.
ORRA agents in Kappsburg have executed most of the Mittelafrikan government, including the Fuhrer. All news has been halted in the country and the borders have been closed. VIP Jennings is nominally in charge, and is showing signs of distress and confusion but is slowly accepting his new position. After Opening Day, he will reveal himself to Mittelafrika at large as the new Chancellor of the Middleafrican Republic. As per Documents 02381, 39257, 97492, 19467, German-speakers will no longer have special status within the new government. While VIP Jennings will act as Chancellor, VIP Wormtongue will give him his marching orders, marching orders derived, of course, from yourself, Your Excellency.
As per my last discussion with engineers at the Dam, Opening Day is slated for May Day, a date of some occluded importance to VIP Wormtongue. According to VIP Wormtongue, the amount of devastation and death brought on by the forthcoming flood will appease Entity 0 and bring about -REDACTED-. If -REDACTED- were to occur, VIP Wormtongue promises no short success on Operation Strideforth, which I am sure will please Your Excellency.
All hail!
Your obedient servant,
Standard Leader Gregory Jones,
Special Operations ORRA Africa Command
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OFFICE OF RACIAL AND RELIGIOUS AFFAIRS HIGH COMMAND
SUPREME CHIEF GEORGE PATTON
TO STD-LDR. GREGORY JONES
SPECIAL OPERATIONS, ORRA AFRICA COMMAND
MARCH 18, 1941
OFFICE OF RACIAL AND RELIGIOUS AFFAIRS HIGH COMMAND
SUPREME CHIEF GEORGE PATTON
TO STD-LDR. GREGORY JONES
SPECIAL OPERATIONS, ORRA AFRICA COMMAND
MARCH 18, 1941
Thank you for your concise, to-the-point, and continual briefings, Standard Leader Jones. Your services will not go unrewarded in the New Eon to come. I am pleased to hear that the insurrectionist, reactionary elements within the Heer have been dealt with, as well as the destruction of the nascent self-proclaimed monarch of the Interior. With the Blessings of the Almighty One on our side, we can only hope that the scurrilous degenerates of this toxic dump of a country never again can stand against us. Operation Daring-Do has been a roaring success, in no small part thanks to the keen efforts of yourself and the other Enlightened Elements of ORRA Africa Command. Falcon Point, our grand headquarters, will have a relaxed, comfortable office waiting for you when this is all over, as I shall not the man in charge of Operation Daring-Do go unrewarded. Upon the success of Operation Strideforth, I can promise the stars will be the limit, Standard Leader.
As we find ourselves closer to Opening Day, I am filled with a mix of raw emotions and a categorical sense of omnipotent energy, a veritable vortex of swirling forces within me. I cry for the years gone by, wasted in the current predicament. I laugh at the thought of the justice that is to come. I weep for the Unbelievers. Faith is a peculiar thing, Standard Leader. Without doubt, there can be no faith. Faith is a lack of doubt, but there are none born with faith. We all doubt. While I have doubted the Great One's existence and thought myself trapped in a dreadful, primeval battle of evolution for some time, one in which I have apparently drawn a short stick, my doubt has been forged into an iron faith. It is obvious and clear that something far greater than ourselves is at work, guiding our hands and the rifles of our soldiers.
I am reminded at this time of a phrase often used by my late grandmother whenever everything became unraveled or uncontrollable: "helter skelter." What is coming will be helter skelter--not only within Africa, not only within the Union, but within the cosmic order of reality. Upside will be down, inside will be out, and the warriors of the Great One will be rewarded richly and beyond the comprehension of our present minds. My doubt created faith. I lost faith in the Burrist trinitary totem pole when I lost the use of my legs and penis so many years ago. I warred in the name of Prophet and Jehovah, and what was my reward? To be forever curtailed in my pursuit of glory? To lose the ability to function like a normal human being? To not be able to supply my wife a gentle, loving stream of Pinnacle seed nightly? But my doubt begat faith, faith in One far greater than the so-called Jehovah. The power which Opening Day will bring us can only be compared to unlocking the secrets of life and death itself. The power of Opening Day will, without doubt, shock the world and collapse all faiths besides the worship of the Crowned and Conquering King. At night, I see his formless face in my dreams. It is then I realize he has always appeared to me in my sleep, since the Great War. All the faces of the fallen I have seen, over and over, their hundreds of faces morph into one face, and then none at all, and yet still remain. A formless, unknowable void, an absence of shape, takes their places in my dreams. It has no mouth, yet it must roar. It's deathly cry, as loud as a shell exploding over my head in 1913, deafens me and tells me of the glory awaiting.
Standard Leader, I am proud to call you brother. I am proud of what we have done, and of the work still to be done. I have no doubts. This is the way, and we must proceed with abandon. I fear to report that the noose is tightening in the Union. I fear Miskatonic's creation, our own ORRA state, has been a ruse to move me out of Philadelphia and far away from President Steele and the circle of power. The Army and Navy High Commands rarely speak to me, and when they do it is merely to beg for more squads to send to South America. That Oswald boy is my replacement, the newest model with all the bells and whistles. I have no doubts that The Worm will provide for us, and for myself, but let me tell you, if It doesn't we will be in a universe of pain. Not that I doubt the ultimate victory of the Faceless One....
I eagerly await for Opening Day, when the sweet waters of destruction will baptize countless thousands in the waters of the Atlantic. This ritual shall unlock supreme knowledge, and once again I shall walk. I shall march to Philadelphia, depose this bacon-greased, porker of a President, and take absolute authority as The Worm's Chief Servant. I am pleased with Wormtongue for sharing his Mysteries with us, but his time of usefulness is coming to an end. When Opening Day commences and the rites have been performed, please see to it that he checks out of this life promptly. I have been second-fiddle my entire career, both to Steele and my wretched disability, and I shall not continue to be runner-up on the cosmic scale. There can be only one Grand Wizard of The Worm.
Thank you, Brother Jones. You are one hell of a man, and one hell of an acolyte.
May the Maw Run Red,
Brother George Patton
I'M BACK. Now to answer PMs. lol
After 1,457,382 delays thanks to my shitty luck and health, I am back in form, hopefully. lol This update really shows that old Georgy boy has really let his ailments totally dominate his self-perception and his sanity has flown a little too close to the fire. His writing style was always one of the crazier POVs, but this latest one is really wigged out and he seems less comical and evilly quirky and more totally insane and demented. This is NOT going to end well, obviously.
George wants his legs back. And his iron-clad "faith" in The Worm is, he thinks, his last shot at ever being respected again. But does he really want respect from others? If he heralds the End of Time as a Grand Wizard of The Worm, will there even be anyone else around to respect him? If a tree falls in the forest, etc. He doesn't want respect, he wants self-respect. He has gone from looking for the Fountain of Youth, experimenting on the Trinity City Apemen and demanding doctors sew gorilla testicles to him, to wanting to destroy the entirety of reality and kill anyone in authority over him. And since this isn't an "ASB" timeline, I think we all know what's going to happen on Opening Day. When he doesn't stand up and magically walk, how will he handle it? Will he continue to embrace the cult, still grasping at straws like many cultists when they realize the emperor has no clothes? Does he truly not believe in Jehovah? Or does he believe in him and hate him for taking away his legs and peepee? Patton has become one of the most interesting Madnessverse characters. He is sort of the General Grievous to Chuck Oswald's Vader, a twisted reflection of what is to become of the other, all while being nemeses to each other to a degree.
Patton was always going down an unfortunate road of self-loathing masked by absolute blow-hard, compensating bravado, but now he's slamming on the gas pedal and zooming into bullshit that promises to give him what he wants. As an actual survivor of a cult, this is pretty relatable shit, though obviously not as much on a cartoon level in my case, lol.
Also, I love having the guy who is supposedly in charge of policing and exterminating shit EXACTLY like the degeneracy of the Wormy Bois is instead embracing it, as are numerous other elements within ORRA. I love oxymoronic, two-faced characters. Also, my current head canon has Armitage preying on Patton for years, knowing the guy with little dick syndrome and an interest in magical nonsense would the way he would get his fingers onto power. We'll find out the juicy details canonically very soon.
And next is the pop culture/Morty Krummhorn saga!!
After 1,457,382 delays thanks to my shitty luck and health, I am back in form, hopefully. lol This update really shows that old Georgy boy has really let his ailments totally dominate his self-perception and his sanity has flown a little too close to the fire. His writing style was always one of the crazier POVs, but this latest one is really wigged out and he seems less comical and evilly quirky and more totally insane and demented. This is NOT going to end well, obviously.
George wants his legs back. And his iron-clad "faith" in The Worm is, he thinks, his last shot at ever being respected again. But does he really want respect from others? If he heralds the End of Time as a Grand Wizard of The Worm, will there even be anyone else around to respect him? If a tree falls in the forest, etc. He doesn't want respect, he wants self-respect. He has gone from looking for the Fountain of Youth, experimenting on the Trinity City Apemen and demanding doctors sew gorilla testicles to him, to wanting to destroy the entirety of reality and kill anyone in authority over him. And since this isn't an "ASB" timeline, I think we all know what's going to happen on Opening Day. When he doesn't stand up and magically walk, how will he handle it? Will he continue to embrace the cult, still grasping at straws like many cultists when they realize the emperor has no clothes? Does he truly not believe in Jehovah? Or does he believe in him and hate him for taking away his legs and peepee? Patton has become one of the most interesting Madnessverse characters. He is sort of the General Grievous to Chuck Oswald's Vader, a twisted reflection of what is to become of the other, all while being nemeses to each other to a degree.
Patton was always going down an unfortunate road of self-loathing masked by absolute blow-hard, compensating bravado, but now he's slamming on the gas pedal and zooming into bullshit that promises to give him what he wants. As an actual survivor of a cult, this is pretty relatable shit, though obviously not as much on a cartoon level in my case, lol.
Also, I love having the guy who is supposedly in charge of policing and exterminating shit EXACTLY like the degeneracy of the Wormy Bois is instead embracing it, as are numerous other elements within ORRA. I love oxymoronic, two-faced characters. Also, my current head canon has Armitage preying on Patton for years, knowing the guy with little dick syndrome and an interest in magical nonsense would the way he would get his fingers onto power. We'll find out the juicy details canonically very soon.
And next is the pop culture/Morty Krummhorn saga!!
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I can't even begin to describe how happy I am to see a new update! One which, to be honest, has given me the chills. The only thing crazier than a Worm cultist, is a Patton Worm cultist!
One does not say that about Joseph Steele when one is one of his employees until such time as he is dead. Plus three days. Just to make sure he's dead.
And make sure you're at least 100 miles from Philadelphia before you make such an utterance.
Gotta give him the Custer treatment and spill a libation on his corpse in the bathroom. 
Oh! I forgot to mention that we are a chapter away from a short story-style chapter I have literally had planned since I rebooted WMIT. I'm pretty freaking excited for it. Lol
Oh! I forgot to mention that we are a chapter away from a short story-style chapter I have literally had planned since I rebooted WMIT. I'm pretty freaking excited for it. Lol
My two cents: When he realizes the cure is total BS, Gorilla Nuts George finally loses it and orders ORRA to kill everyone at the Opening Day ceremony. Hijinks ensue.
Even the Ahnenerbe looks saner that Patton's dreams... I wonder that Dr. Jones is doing in this verse.
I wonder if Armitage could be "convinced" that the betrayal would be all for the good of the Worm. I wonder if he dies by being sacrificed before Patton completes his union with the Worm, just as Armitage started sacrifice before completing his union with the Worm in the start of the TL.
Finally, the Madness is back! I didn't expect Patton to go this far off the deep end, but it makes sense.
I look forward to this with a mixture of fascination and horror.
Poor Patty, I would also start worshipping a worm if I were in his position.
...
Oh.
Fuck.
*ahem*...
YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE!!!
IT WAS SAID YOU WOULD DESTROY THE WORM CULT, NOT JOIN THEM!!!
THAT YOU WOULD BRING GLORY JEV'S GREEN EARTH, NOT LEAVE IT IN DARKNESS!!!!
-Obligitory prequel Meme, made extra neccesary by the General Grievous comparison.
What was it like?
God damn it, you just killed off the most interesting character in this whole arc! Off-screen, even!
I had kind of an AU crossover dream. The Five Way American Civil War was underway in 1936 except it was Joe Steele vs Jake Featherston vs Adolf Hitler vs Huey Long vs Douglas McArthur. Basically the US still split in 1800 with New England splitting off as well and remaining loyal to the British, who mostly fled to Canada after Napoleon win the Napoleonic Wars, then during World War I, Germany won and New England fell under the military rule of General Adolf Hitler(if that is his name here). Custer rose up after the Union lost a Civil War, leading to the South rising up, with Lincoln introducing Socialism after his defeat. Joe Steele rose up after killing President Thedore Roosevelt(Back in the USSA style as Annie Oakley was the assassin but WMIT style as he was giving the "A bullet can't kill a bull moose" line during it). Huey Long just broke off but with support from the still powerful France due to Napoleon winning and McArthur was the Dictator of Japan or something and led the Pacific States. I tried turning it into a timeline but it requires a lot of research into other timelines. My guess is Long is assassinated, and the South is defeated but then its just a three way till Joe Steele dies and Charles Oswald takes over. Then Hitler dies in 1962, causing a power struggle that allows Oswald to kick out everyone from North America except maybe Russian Alaska, and McArthur starts a nuclear war with China when he tries to invade it through Korea.
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Since Napoleon 53 responded, I'd like to mention an extra kinda funny part. Probably a reference to For All Time, but Charles Oswald had a Rivalry with Charles Manson, who stole the affection of Marilyn Monroe from Oswald and was a resistance leader against him. Also Walt Disney was the inister of Propaganda under Steele and breifly succeeded him, probably based on A World of Laughter, A World of Tears.