Operation Blow The Fucker Up [Monsuta - Colombia]

Dun, dun, dun~!

Looks like those pesky good fella's failed to stop this one, huh? Bahahaha!


Ol' Queenie couldn't blame them. There was only so much of her chaos and madness that they could ever hope to contain before one of 'em slipped through the cracks. It's why a replica of The Demon Queen started to form and come into existence above the atmosphere of Colombia. Dressed in black, adorned in a sleeveless full body dress and with her emerald eyes set on the nation of Colombia; our horned mistress of all things foul was rather ready to get this whole show on the road.

As all the debris from her wonderful chaotic show started spiraling down towards Colombia, The Queen of Demons waved her hands and had them accelerate in power as they began their projected path down to the nation. In a matter of minutes is all the time that it took for huge chunks of the country to begin being placed into the core of destruction. Entire cities were devoured by fire, tens of millions were losing their lives and it was quite the hellish show that was put on for the planet as she cackled and observed so many lives being thrown into chaos.

All the while, throughout the globe and the moon, cataclysmic levels of chaotic energy could be sensed and it was all being circled, scatter and spread throughout the known realms. Yes, this lovely event couldn't have been any better for The Queen's plans. It is why her lovely replica started that oh-so-wonderful wicked witch of Wizard of Oz type of laugh. It was all too much and it was all getting away from her as this whole incident kept making way for her Mad Kingdom to be born.

"Burn, burn, burn my sweet s'ugahs~! Dance, sing and sway your hips to Discorida's lovely sirens call. Let it sink it's claws into ya and change ya'~! Make ya something special, make ya something nice and make ya whole damn world so colorful~! 'Cause baby, it's time to crush this grey world and fill it with oh so many colors of the manic rainbow~!"

While lost in her trance of craving, fascination and wonder; Ol' Mana was consumed in herself and the feast of madness was too much for her. Face turning lush green, drool dripping from her mouth and fluid oozing from her nether region; The Queen was feeling hot and she could feel all the throbbing sensations of depravity entering in through her spine. All of the civil unrest, unstable emotions, destruction, strife, death and so much were filling her body with orgasmic pleasure and she couldn't help but bite her lip to the point of drawing gem green blood.

"YESSSSSSSS! THAT'S THE WAY~!"

With a scream that could pierce the heavens, The Queen held each of her cheeks with both of her hands and let out one hell of a pleasurable screech as she saw the fires rise all the way from space. The seeds of carnage were being spread, the fruit was blowing and her plan was getting closer and closer to becoming a reality. It is why so many voices began to fill the cosmic space around her. Old men, young women, children, hardened veterans and everything else in between could be heard in her laughs. It was if she was one person, yet still a symbolic force of madness construct made whole within this universe. Her very sense of ego was infinite and these goals twisted into the chambers of eternity.

It was almost too much for her to grasp, it was so much to take in and yet there was so much more to do. She wasn't sure where it all began, or where it would end; but this was the start of so many possibilities in this drab world and it was the cultivation of years of work coming to a close. It couldn't go wrong, it couldn't lead her astray; no matter what happens from now until that point -- nothing could stop it. Not even if the gods themselves tried. So, it was time to laugh, make merry and continue on this unorganized, but quite organized path of chaos and madness.

The Queen was looking for something so much more, even if it didn't make any sense to anyone watching or trying to comprehend it. Mana knew what it was she needed and that was the only thing guiding her; even as her total sense of self became so fucking distorted and the world turned to utter hell. She just fucking knew her goal was and all that was left was to put forth the action to achieve that most lost dream.