Part 1: Gunpoint
"Fuck..." said a Filipino man, falling to his knees as he put his gun near his head, only to see Beatle sitting next to him.
"Why?"
"Well, well... If it isn't the St. King? What the fuck do you want?"
"I was fishing. Noticed a fine man such as yourself trying to blow his brains out. Came by. What's up?"
"Oh, please. Everyone knows and fears you, y'know? Everyone, even Aurora is fucking terrified of an ANIMAL like you."
Beatle sighs. "Faction?"
"I'm... I'm from the Mountains."
"Cordilleran, hm? Fun fact. I used to be uh... Cordilleran. Haha..."
"Oh, fuck off and your priveleged self. You're from Burnham City, right? Fucker... You're one of those rich folks there... I was from the terraces..."
"Ah... Yes... You're probably one of the people who uh... had a not-so privileged lifestyle, right? And you hate me because everything's served to me in a silver pllatter, right?"
"I starved... for years... Why are you the Messiah. When I got access to YouTube... so many FUCKING years later... I found a YouTuber talking about... um... woke comedian hecklers, who heckled for their racist jokes... *cough, cough...* He spoke for us... Stood up for us... But then I realized... 'Hey... This MF isn't doing shit... except defending the same people who fucked us over... Day by day...' The 'Woke' heckler was just one of us. She was an idiot. Because she was one of us... She... She was my sister..." He began crying.
"I can tell she ain't with you anymore, hm?"
"She's dead. I ate her."
"I'm sorry. Do what you gotta do."
"That's it? You won't save me or anything?"
Beatle breathes in. "Born?"
"870 years ago."
"I'm 30 years older than you. You had the privilege of suffering the Philippines' fallout."
"Yeah. Fuck you for that. I was told it was your *cough!* fault."
"Oh, it is. But, I can't guarantee you'd go to Heaven if you die like this."
"Really? Says fucking who?" he whimpered.
"The Bible. Purgatory? Limbo? Maybe. But Heaven? Nuh-uh. In exchange for suffering, you just get more suffering."
"Fuck off. I don't want to believe anymore."
"If you wanna die. Die trying," said Beatle. "That at least gives Him the capability of respecting you... even for just a little bit..." said Beatle, standing up and walking away.
The man cries and puts the gun down, standing up, and walking away.
Part 2: Beatle Meets a Cowboy
Beatle sighs as he drinks a bottle of milk.
"TAHOOO!!! TAHOOO!!!" A Taho Vendor sits next to Beatle. "Shit! ANG INIT!!! Ah... Hello, po, sir! You want Taho?" the man asked kindly.
Beatle just smiles and nods. "Never knew you Taho Vendors were still around... after..." Beatle looks around to see the desolate snowy wasteland. "...all this..."
"It's okay, sir! Just try it for yourself, po!"
"Thank you, my good sir," smiled Beatle, as he is served Taho and Beatle pays him a couple of shells.
The Taho Vendor smiles and walks away, continuing his journay as he carried his heavy buckets filled with silken tofu and sweet caramel.
Beatle immediately senses a disturbace and stands up, only for suddenly, a gunshot could be heard and the man's brains splatter everywhere.
An American man in a cowboy getup meets Beatle.
Beatle stares at him, pointing his blaster at him. "He was just a vendor."
"He's a fuckin' animal. AND YOU KNOW IT!!!" The American man breathed heavily. "You some kinda Cosplayer? HM!?!?! Woke ass motherfucker."
"'Woke.' You Americans keep saying it like the word 'Terrorist' that at this point, it's lost all meaning."
"WHERE IS THE SPLOOGE FACTORY!?!?" asked the American man.
"You're an idiot if you're came all the way here to find it," said Beatle. Beatle continues pointing the gun at him.
"You..." he sees the star on his chest. "You should be on OUR side!"
"A little more complicado than that, padre," said Beatle. "You're a Human. I won't kill you. I won't allow myself to kill you."
"Why do you wanna kill me? I just wanna destroy the Splooge factory. Save the world."
"I've been trying to do so for so long... What makes you think you've got the touch, and you've got the power?"
"The fact that I got all the way out here means something."
"Yeah. It means you're fucking stupid. And stubborn. Go home. Lemme handle this."
"AND WHAT!?!? LET AMERICA BURN!?!? The American Dream... is to help your nation prosper."
Beatle begins laughing.
"What? WHAT!?!?"
"I mean... Wow. I CANNOT believe you guys still exist. Like... The 'American Dream' bullshit. America burned when the world burned. All that's left is us trying to fight for what's left of it."
"The American Dream is that anyone can succeed in the United States."
"IN... The United States... Now, lemme tell ya sumthin' about the U.S. and A. IN... The States..."
"Yeah?"
"What about us? Your nation exploited our country for years when I was still... Well... Human..." he said. "The American Dream was a scam. Once another power-hungry leader had a better idea than America, America got scared... They tried to snuff her out, but it didn't work. Caused the ice age."
"That AIN'T TRUE!!!"
"Y'know who killed Aurora's family?" asked Beatle. "Caused all this bullshit? CIA. Because they were so afraid of what she could do. And she did it."
"Did what?"
Beatle laughed. "Aurora got stronger. More powerful even that she eventually became the motherFUCKING President of America... They didn't teach you this in the history books, boy... just like the time you invaded us... Or the time you assassinated one of our um... Prezes... Don't matter. The American Dream is propaganda. It's meant to rile you up to do terrible fucking things to weaker people... weaker countries... like we used to be. And now... Aurora stands right on top."
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"WHAT DID SHE DO!?!?"
"She fucking nuked this place. you thundering dumbass," said Beatle.
"YOU'RE LYING!!!"
Beatle grabs his forehead, and all went silent. Tears flowed down his eyes and he fell to his knees.
"I... wasn't born then... My parents taught... NO... NO!!!" The man points the gun to his own head as Beatle catches the bullet and crushes the gun in his hand.
"You're HIM!!! You're the ST. KING!!!" He bows in prayer. "I AM SORRY FOR OFFENDING YOU!!! PLEASE!!! MERCY!!! MERCY!!!"
Beatle sighs and just prays, "Our Father Thou art in Heaven..."
"Wait... You pray... as well..." he sniffed.
"Yes."
"To whom..." the man sobbed.
"To God."
"But... I was told you were God..."
"No. I'm more kinda like a weird Moses figure. Kinda... Maccabbee kinda fella."
"No... NO!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!"
"Easy, there, dude," Beatle bowed in front of him. "Um..." He sees a necklace around the cowboy's neck. "Who gave you that?"
"My uh... Mom... Yeah..."
"Why did she give you that?"
"Because she believed I was to save the world one day."
Beatle closes his eyes. "Is that your dream?"
"It was... now I'm bein' told that everythin' I ever knew was bullshit."
"Did you... believe...?"
"Yes."
"Good. What's your name?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Good. The less we know, the better. Um... Factory's at 4:00."
"You... really think I could-?"
"No. But I believe you tried. You'll die a hero."
The man's lips quiver. "That's all... I've ever wanted... was to matter."
"Then matter. Because damned straight you already do. But if that's your dream, YOUR WAY OF LIVING the American Dream, I won't stand in your way..."
Beatle sighs. "I sense... that man will be written in history..."
That evening, that man entered the gate of the factory and was shot. The next day, it was discovered the Taho vendor he shot was one of Aurora's spies who was meant to tell Aurora about Beatle's whereabouts. Beatle never knew his name. Beatle wore that necklace under his armor ever since.
Part 3: Beatle and the Queer Activist
Beatle sighs as he sips a flask full of milk, wiping his face thereafter.
Beatle sees a group of college kids doing activism against... well... Aurora.
Beatle walks toward them and stops by. "Hey..."
"Hey," said a queer young man. "You here for the cause?"
"I am," said Beatle. "And I... suggest you stop. NOW."
"You will NOT SHUT US UP!!! WE WILL STAND AGAINST YOUR FOOLISHNESS!!! YOUR IGNORANCE!!!"
"Kid, listen. I'm trying to warn you. You're British, I see. I suggest that you don't do your political rocket science here. Go home. Please. This is NOT a safe place to-..."
"YOU WILL NOT TORMENT US!!! SILENCE!!! SILENCE I TELL YOU!!!"
"Kid, this fuckin' place is under martial FUCKIN' law. Go back to England before she-..."
"I'M BEING OPPRESSED!!! WE WILL NOT STAND AGAINST-!!!"
Immediately, the boy is nearly shot only for Beatle to catch the bullet. The boy runs away along with his college friends.
Beatle growls as he takes out his blaster, the Cross Bow, as he shoots several of the cops dead...
That evening... Beatle visits the kid's dormatory... The door opens and the kid backs away in fear... thinking Beatle is here to kill him.
"Back away, conservative!" yelled the queer man, as Beatle smacks the shit out of him. "I don't care what you have to say! Your grueling source of hatred will no longer-!!!"
"Kid, I'M FUCKING BI!!!" roared Beatle.
The kid silences.
"And I have to take this role... A role I fucking HATE, kid. I'm practically the Multiverse's Pope and I'm fucking bi. How do you think I feel? You got people killed." Beatle sighs. "Remember that. Now, go home before you die, too."
The kid begins to cry. "I'm sorry... I thought... I was making a change."
"You sure did. You got 33 people murdered today by my country's cops. Get out. NOW. It's 2394. I don't think the world cares about politics anymore. Only Aurora. Now, leave. Go back to Britain and live and die as normally as possible. Find a lover. I don't need your help. Please. For everyone's peace."
The kid nods...
Part 4: The Fire Temple
Beatle enters a flame temple back in the snowy mountains, where he finds an eternal flame. To warm himself up, he immediately runs to the flame and claps his hands, warming them first, and taking off his clothes to enjoy the heat. The blue flame dances around in the darkness, like a glowing ballerina, twirling bizarrely as its cerulean ember paints the atmosphere.
Beatle hears ticking and takes out his blaster, only to see the corpse of some kind of humanoid animal, an Aswang on the floor at the corner of the temple, with his wings still ticking constantly. Beatle realizes that he must've been dead for years, as the ticking stops, but continues. The way the Aswang was positioned with his tail hung from the wall caused his wings to continuously tick to this day. He went closer, and closer, and eventually the ticking stopped, fearing him.
Beatle sighs. "Huh... He's a pure-bred, hm?"
"What do you want?" asked a Mage, walking toward Beatle.
"You belong to their tribe, right?" asked Beatle. "The ones who once lived here?"
"That is correct. That Aswang attacked us years ago."
"Pure-bred, I believe."
"Mostly pure. Most Aswangs are Mutts whose blood just empowers them. A true Mutt, though. Aren't those a treasure? Legends say their blood can power a thousand worlds."
"And yet, it isn't enough."
The man smiles, seeing the flames behind Beatle to get stronger. "You're him. Aren't you? Master of the Usog Arts. The St. King. I used to school people as powerful as you are here. They are no longer around. I am the only one who remain. Where's your uh... Demi Mutt?"
"Common misconception. I only get one if I fail to save this world."
"Didn't you?"
"No. Because unlike him I'm able to save myself. I need no gods nor Kings. All I have is what I carry with me, and the faith I have to my Dear God."
"So you're not a world-forging fire-bringing bastard?"
"Nope. This is the only world I own, dude."
"Fuck that guy..."
"He ain't all bad. I am the one who trained him." His voice tinged with frustration and pride. "He just... decided to use his powers not for the sake of others, y'know?"
"Ah... Heard that, too. Probably was hard on ya. I'm a teacher, as well."
"Hm... Pwera Usog, dear friend," said Beatle, before walking away back into the blizzard.
The Mage sighs. "Been a long time, I've heard that... Pwera Usog, my Lord."
Part 5: Hive
Beatle walks up to the old chapel in the far south of America, meeting a group of men with flowers on their heads. They hummed in unison while dancing by bending their knees, crouching, and finally standing right back up, skipping around like animals.
"Loompa Loompa Loompa Loompa..." they said, as they offered Beatle a Sacrifice Gi-Ant.
Beatle sighs and digs in, eating the fattened semi-sentient Gi-Ant calf, now dead on the table, finely cooked with and satuéd with goat butter.
"So, you guys uih... choose which of your young you decide to feed to your guests, right?" asked Beatle.
Beatle cracks its shell open and bites into its abdomen. "Uh... thanks. Mmm... creamy. Anyway, wonderf-..."
The Loompa begins bowing before him and side-stepping.
Beatle begins copying them. "Yeah!"
"Kaplinky!!!"
"Uh... Kaplinky!!! Yeah... Great... Very um... Yeah. I love this stuff. Now, what's my job?"
Beatle is brought into a strange den around a kilometer south of the hive. "Wow... This is... terrifying. So uh... Just in there?"
"Loompa!!!" smiled the Flower Man as he crawled away like a crab.
Beatle takes a torch nearby and enters, hearing... snoring. He senses danger once more and takes out his Cross Bow. "Just.. stab it in the heart..."
He sees a fat, massive, greasy old pig-faced giant snoring like an animal.
"Manhogs..." said Beatle, shaking his head dismissively as he prepared to shoot it in the heart. "Wait... he said... 'STAB' it in the heart-..." Beatle sighs and holsters his blaster, taking out his eskrima stick and landing on its bouncy chest. Beatle smells its stench, Oh, its stench, similar to blue cheese and armpits.
Beatle prepares to stab it only to vomit in its mouth as it vomits black slime with a disgusting odor all over Beatle.
Beatle, rolling down its bodacious belly, falls to the den's floor and vomits all over the ground as the creature awakens and beats Beatle to the ground over and over.
"RAAAAAAH!!!" The Manhog grabs Beatle's head and slams his head over and over to the wall, proceeding to maul his scalp as Beatle roars and shoots it, but the Manhog cackles and beats Beatle down.
"I'll turn YA INTO SISIG, FUCKER!!!" roared Beatle, as he jumps up and stabs the creature in the heart, killing it effectively as the creature falls down to the ground, dead.
With one arm, he pulls it all the way back to the Hive, where the Gi-Ants and Flower Men thank him, proceeding to give him the Honey...
Part 6: The Beginning of the End
Strangely, many American tourists are seen wandering in the streets and taking pictures of the Filipino people.
"Ugh... Traffic was terrible, love!" sighed Aurora. "I know I'm half white, BUT CHRIST!!! White people suck, dude!"
"Kinda racist, Aurora," said Beatle.
"Aw, Beatle!" Aurora kisses Beatle. "Wanna watch Dragon Ball?"
"A-About that... Um... I kinda... found something..."
"That being...?" smiled Aurora.
Beatle sighs and hides the file in his coat. "Say... What if... hypothetically, uhm... Like... Narciso is discovered to be... corrupt?"
"My corporation's downfall? It's a Phil-Am mining corporation founded by his family. Of course, I'd be... Heheh... Anyway!" smiled Aurora.
Beatle sighs and keeps the folder. "Right... Hey, Aurora? I love you!"
"I love you, too, Beatle..." Aurora hugs and kisses Beatle.
Beatle drinks milk from a flask and smiles, walking away. He keeps the file in his chest and decides not to do anything.
End of story.
Kidding!
Beatle will... go there by himself.
Beatle is dropped off by his friend Jed's van.
"Good luck, Miguel," said Jed, as he drives away.
Before him is a heavily-guarded group of soldiers.
Beatle just walks in. "Shit... I shouldn't be entering here... What if they start shooting at me!?"
"Heh... Look. One of the locals wandered off into here," smiled the soldier. "Should we... y'know? *click click... Pew! Bleaughuegh!!!*"
"Nah. We'd get into international controversy. Let the local in."
"He doesn't... look local."
"He's poor. Who cares? Potato Potahto."
Beatle enters the facility and sees the archaeological site. He sees deep inside... a stick with a tablet on it. "Weird..." Beatle feels... drawn to the stick. His veins glow blue as he... tries touching the stick. He will touch the stick. He MUST touch the stick. For the stick calls unto him. The stick... the spear that had lost its blade... He touches it. He is drawn to it. It speaks to him as the stick glows upon his touch.
"My... Child... touch it... And regain the blood you've lost... from Humanity..."
Beatle touches it...
He gains thorns around his body... He bleeds blue blood... and... an energy wave blasted toward the entirety of the Philippines... giving everyone there... blue blood...