I've figured out how all of this will end. Once this administration has finished gathering the stones from around the world, Trump will become a malevolent god-like creature. An epic battle involving hundreds of thousands of the country's bravest warriors will ensue as he rains giant fireballs and lightning bolts down upon them. After several hours, lolgaxe leaps from the crowd and delivers the final mighty blow to the demon's head with his two-handed lolgaxe. Shrieking a horrible unearthly shriek, with brilliant beams of blue light bleeding out of his wounds, Trump grabs a hold of lolgaxe with his claws and pulls him into his gaping maw, devouring him in two colossal bites. The sky turns blood red as the monster keels over, forming a massive, throbbing and impenetrable chrysalis. The armies of the world continue the battle as creatures of unspeakable horror pour out of fiery fissures in the earth. Chief among them are Trump's forsaken allies, once thought to have been banished forever
to an eternity
torment. They are now hulking abominations of flesh and bone. The winds howl as a never ending stream of blood and embers rain from above. With a single swipe of his massive claw for an arm, Sean Spicer annihilates a group of ten-thousand. Just then, Samira, deep in mediation, is seen loudly chanting in a strange alien language as she stands upon a beautiful and elaborate glyph of pure light. Hearing her plea, an enormous portal tears the fabric of reality itself, and the God of All Clowns emerges. It is a massive glimmering winged creature. Each fiber of it's bright red hair is as thick as a man's arm, and its bulbous red nose the size of the moon. With a mighty wink of its eye, a spear of blinding light, Longinus, the Spear of Destiny itself, rips through the air with so much velocity that it doesn't even touch
Spicer as his mountain of a body is obliterated. The rest of the forsaken monstrosities turn all of their focus towards the divine clown. They lung at it, piling their putrid bodies against it, sinking their fetid teeth into its abdomen as purple fumes burst from the wounds, melting the monster's heads. The Clown grasps the body of Betsy Devos and hurls her into outer space, and ultimately into the sun, and with its other hand, scoops up Rick Perry and Ben Carson and crushes them between its fingers, each as large as World Trade Center's towers. The armies of the world rejoice! Surely, victory is at hand. But no. The chrysalis, which is has expanded a thousand fold, appears to be made entirely out of human skin-- covered in boils and oozing pustules, violently splits open, revealing miles upon miles of coiled flesh and millions of armored legs. At the center is Trump's now enormous and grotesque head, which lunges forward at an impossible speed, impaling the Holy Clown, wrapping around and impaling it again and again, breaking holes with its teeth, unaffected by its acidic blood. With its life essence depleted, the Clown evaporates into ash. Trump unleashes a horrid shrieking roar as darkness blankets the Earth.
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