Describe the day that western civilisation finally collapses

>be me
>2040
>Living on faroe islands
>Last outpost of Europe where there is no sharia
>Russia gave us protection in return for fleet and airport access, but they are crumbling and being taken over now too
>Air raid sirens start going off
>200.000 Muslims have set sail from england on rafts to bring peace, islam and sharia to the faroe islands
>Last remaining people have to evacuate and flee to the enclaves in Greenland and the north pole
>Set timer on nuke and shed a tear for the final chapter in europes history :'(

28 july 1914

that was just the beginning

>be me
>2016
>Living in USA
>get shot

It's 2035. A cold winters day in December. You've been shopping around for a few bargains at the Gifting celebrations day on December 25th, but the bell strikes 5pm and the chorus of the call to prayer is herd loud and wide. In the olden times, it used to be megaphones from the steps of mosques, but now it's on electronic megaphones atop street lamps. You pull up your hood so that you don't meet the gaze of those shuffling off to prayer. The shopkeeper quickly ushers you out into the cold street so she can lower her security shutters... who can blame her? Only last week it was found that another girl had insulted the prophet and was re-educated and that was only a block away. The newspapers told of this girl as being a whore who needed to be shamed and corrected, but still you can't help but feel sorry for the sodomy and rape she suffered at the hands of the Sharia enforcers- the headscarfs are badly made after all.

Dammit, you're late for the last bus home so you quicken the pace. It's not safe in the city after dark. Sharia enforcement gangs, religious zealots and thugs roam the streets unopposed once the sun goes down and prayer for the day is over. You start to walk faster, past the wreck of a police car that was upturned during peaceful protest against an academic who tried to teach about free speech. You can still see the words "Die Infidel" carved into the bonnet, blood from the occupant dried fast into a dark red ichor.

The bus is still there, looks like the police escort is still getting organised. You show your pass to the driver and you pay the fare. It's crowded, but you find somewhere to stand. Blue lights fill the cabin as the police escort sets off. phew... made it home... well, almost.

Unexpectedly the bus diverts and comes to a stop. The police have pulled over too. Looking out the window you can see a robed man walking towards the bus. He's in Arabic dress and he's not alone- it's a stop and search. The imam boards the bus. To be continued.

The imam starts pushing the crowded passengers around. One boy, no older than 16 or so? Well, he doesn't know better, despite his pro-Islamic, pro migrant education. The boy's eyes meet that of the Imam and he is immediately slapped across the face. The poor boy falls sobbing as the clerics push further into the bus... You're next.

Staring at your feet, you assume the search position as best you can. The imams hands start patting you down- and then, they find it. The book you were hoping they wouldn't find... Back at the markets you got lucky- First addition, the double helix by Dr Watson and Dr Crick. £170. Total bargain. But now, it's landed you in trouble, for talk of genetics without god is Haram. You're grabbed by the ear and dragged off the bus. You push the cleric off you, only to be battered by the police standing by, for they will not tolerate such Islamophobia. You're beaten, broken body is dragged into the back of a police interceptor. From here, you know where you will end up.

Time passes slowly... very slowly. Are you concusssed? definitely a head would, that's for sure. You can feel warm blood on the side of your cheek and on your brow. How did it come to this? what happened? oh... yeah. That's right. You remember.

To be continued.

2070. An old man rises from his antique rocking chair and grabs his rifle. It's his turn on the line. On his way to the ramparts he nigs to the men women, and boys coming off the line whom he recognizes. Little Petri, the Russian boy of 12 who saw his entire family culturally enriched right in front of his eyes. Magda Klausen who spent 4 years possessed by a Muslims right hand, only to escape one night, though not before murdering achmed and the 3 future terrorists he had harvested from her womb.

Even with the Belfast mills churning out rounds and shells 24/7 they were always short on rounds. Word was kebab had a toe hold down in Galway but was pushed back into the sea by the courageous charge of the Raparee Volunteers.

The old man settles into his spot in the pill box, relieving a girl of 15. "Get some rest darling, there will be more to shoot tomorrow."

"Aye pop pop, there always are."

As his sons daughter grabbed her kit she kissed her grizzled grandfathers left cheek, on the side of his face that wasn't disfigured by the ied. With a final wave she left the pill box.

As he sighted his rifle on the edge of the spotlights reach the air raid sirens began to bellow.

reeeeEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEeeee

Search lights and flares light up the sky.

"My god" said the old man.

The skies were littered with parachutes like confetti after the Super Bowl, and on each chute, a crescent and a moon.

Rushing into the night the old man was surrounded by the din of battle. Anti aircraft fire provided the bass, rifle shots the snares, and the eldritch vocals were a blood curdling mix of Arabic exhaultations and the cries of the culturally enriched.

The old man shot one Muslim who was raping an old woman, one who was raping a boy, and seven who were raping a goat.

After frantic searching he came across his grand daughter.

"Alamo, Alamo!" He shouted and she nodded in sharp agreement. As they made their way to the castle holdfast they were ambushed by 8 kebab. Th

Keep going m8

This thread makes me so hard.

Flashbacks. They only happen in the movies, right? well, it turns out that if you're hit hard enough then you can get them too.

Your ind is cast back to the very early 21st century. You're not sure of the date, but there is a big war in the middle east... a civil war in... Syria? Syria? is that the name of the country? Well, i don't suppose it matters. You remember a huge migration from the middle east to what used to be called Europe. Initially, it was an aid program for those who desperately needed help and to run for their lives. That, like all good intentions, didn't last long. Before long, the amount of migrants in Europe became quite high. It was nothing compared to the European population, but the problem was that those migrants didn't spread out integrate. They tended to stick together and form their own microcosms. They had some bad ideas too... women became afraid to go out after dark. Children were abused physically and sometimes even worse. the police tried to stop it, but each time they tried to press charges they were met with rallies and protests about "Islamophobia" & "Racism!"

The government refused to see the problem and offered platitudes. The leaders of Europe simply turned a blind eye to the problem, or else they would have to acknowledge that this was a problem they had made for themselves. The attacks grew more violent and frequent. Government and media worked together to cover it up as best they could. Any outcries against the crimes of these new arrivals was quickly shut down. That was the spark that lit the powder keg. Eventually, the backwards thinking migrants became so emboldened that they began to occupy positions of influence and power- diversity is a great thing after all, especially when someone else is paying for it. Soon, the laws began to change. Certain practices that were once reveled in became forbidden. People didn't listen at first, but then penalties for breaking these religion laws were raised. To be continued.

E pair put up a pretty fight. The first kebab to come with an arms reach lost three fingers to Mollys combat knife. The old man pulled his old wembly revolver and managed to put down two of the rabid animals before a third grabbed him from behind while a forth worked him over.

As the old man was pinned to the ground he heard the sound of a machete being drawn. Out of his one remaining eye he watched helplessly as more Muslims swarmed, homing in on the screams of his grand daughter like piranhas attracted to the taste of blood.

Pinned down with her clothes torn to shreds the first Muslim started raping her from the front while another started from the back.

"Alahu Akbar!"

The machete descended.

>be me
>western civilisation collapses

>2043
>the National Islamic Workers' Party takes control of Germany
>police force and a bulk of the military is Muslim
>Germany is renamed the Aryan Caliphate
>swastikas are now openly flown through the land
>murals of Hitler are permitted
>paintings for money are outlawed but personal ones and gifts are permitted
>pre-Islamic European art is preserved because the Jews wanted us Muslims to destroy it
>send Jews, Communists, Marxists, faggots, feminists, and atheists to camps
>Africans and Arabs go back to their lands because the Jews wanted the lands for themselves
>destroy Israel
>Jews in America and Canada are sent here to prove they aren't Islamophobic

>be in Tasmania.
>brew my own beer
>live in a old rainforest
>don't give a fuck, when the world collapses it'll be like someone finally flushed the toilet, and it'll cease being a disgusting turd bank

And that's all she wrote... well, all HE wrote anyhow. Women aren't allowed to attend most schools these days. Not that there's much left anyhow. The cities lie in slum like ruins, power barely works, the water is close to poisonous and garbage piles up in the streets. The problem with a western civilization is that it's so very fragile. When the migrants arrived, they expected everything to be done for them. Free housing, education, healthcare. It was OK at first- only a couple of hundred thousand, we could cope. But when the population began to skyrocket, things became undone. There weren't enough people in jobs to pay for all the free benefits and public services. We could have solved it by forcing these new arrivals to work for a living.. that is until they started changing the laws so that they didn't have to. Quite simple really. take a society, load it with spongers and useless folks who bleed the state dry and then wind the clock forward a couple of decades. sad really. You can remember what your old university looked like. That crazy old professor! The one that pronounced Fungi as "Fung-Ji". I wonder what happened to hi-
*Thud*
The car stops suddenly and you fall forward into the foot well of the police car. It's not long before you're dragged out into the police yard It's properly dark now, flickering lights of the disheveled police station barely illuminating the 5 men standing in front of you. One is that Bastard imam who took your book, but who are the others? Police? Government agents? Torturers? Your a brave sod, but you begin to panic a bit inside. Who wouldn't, right? Your shackles are removed as you stand before these 5 men, 2 of whom are speaking in a foreign language. You recognize some of it because you had to take it at school- enforced education... well done statists. Ideas so good, they're mandatory. The language is defiantly Arabic, but they're speaking too quick for you to follow. You pick up on a few key words.
To be continued.

>2016

Sup Forums is an islamic board

>Late summer of 2018
>EMP takes out US power grid
>wake up one morning and no electronics work or respond
>Society devolves into 2 parts; roving bands of murderers and thieves and hold-outs who band together to protect fresh water supplies
>Murder each other for a few years
>Most of both groups die to disease
>Foreign power not hit by EMP claims the husk of US territory

You're desperately trying to follow the conversation in your pigeon Arabic. You can't quite follow what's being said, but by looking at the police either side of you, it can't be good. All this for a fucking book! The Imam turns to you again and points to his Quran. He's angry, Furious angry and he's shouting at you. Does he want a reply? is... is that what he wants?

"I- I'm sorry, i don't under-"
*slap*
Bad move old chap, now he's utterly pissed. After being roughed up a bit, you're dragged into a cell in the station. You're let out of your restraints and thrown into a rather small cage cell. In the corner there is a child, a boy. You look at him, the child just stares at you... no.. he stares past you. You move, the by does not. You sit next to him on the bunk, he just stares ahead. You're a smart guy- even with your bashed in head, you can tell he's been traumatized. The boy is naked from the waist down and you can see the crimson strikes of where his legs have been whipped. Blood soaked sheets beneath where the boy sits hint at another gruesome fate the poor child had to endure.
Welcome to re-education. You'll not leave here until you're a true convert- brainwashing 101. Rule 1, break the subject. Now you're really scared. You try not to show it, but inside you're trembling.. and the guard has come for you. What shall i do? Try to run? try to fight? As the cell swings open, 3 more guards appear. Any resistance will just result in your broken bones. You reluctantly go with them.

You're marched across a cold carpark, looks alot like the one you were bought in by. a few smashed cars across the place. some rather old and tired looking police interceptors. The guards swing open another gate that leads up to a building and then something happens... something you didn't expect. An explosion to the far west- a Big one, followed by sirens. the guards push you to the ground and make for their interceptors. To be continued...

lying on the ground, you're body really aches now. It feels good t just lie there, beaten, bloodied and broken. More police interceptors fly past the station, along with a dilapidated old fire engine, but you've got bigger problems. A door ahead of you from another building swings open. By some miracle, the imams who stand at the door waiting for your "re-education" to begin don't see you. Can you get any luckier? you lie dead still and hold your breath. You're in the dark, the car park lights barely work. after a few seconds, but what feels like years, the Imams close the door and head back inside. you're alone, in the police car park, unguarded. No time to lose old boy, you make a dash for it, towards the city.
Throughout the night you find a shattered building to hold up. It takes you a while, but after much struggling you finally slip free of your cuffs. It's dawn now and the first calls to prayer are being broadcast.

After a rest, you head back into the city to catch the bus home. The news reports on the explosion, you're not surprised. You simply can't run a nuclear power station without a working education system, something that no Islamic country has.. and this is where i leave you, having escaped a torture chamber of religious zealots that have taken over the country. The worse part is that you now realize, far too late, that you let it happen.

This is my gift to you user, this story. Your author is now tired and needs to go to sleep. Gotta go out and work hard tomorrow. That tax money doesn't get doled out to others by itself after all, i've got to go and earn it first. I feel sorry that i probably won't get to see where this gets taken next. But you know what, that's ok- I'm just happy that you can take this story with you.

Stay safe user. we don't have much time left... The foundations are already there. All we can do, dear friend, is to try and stem the tide.
Take this gift. Run with it. Let your imagination run wild.

From Your author.

I gotta say I am impressed by the other anons creative writing.

>women voting

this tbqh. single handedly destroyed western civilization beyond repair

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