The adventures of Anon, the most worthless use of oxygen #2

"Sup, niggers." loudly exclaimed the green-skinned host of most activities that have to do with dumb shit, even dumber shit or ridiculously dumb shit.
Upon the green element's entry, the whole ensemblé went deathly silent. Anon grinned like a motherfucker gazing upon a bed full of MILFs.
They were all 'almost' looking at him, though the stares did not quite connect.

"... W-what?" eeped one of the silent voices, awkwardly shaking and barely capable of even looking at the visitor.

"I said," still proudly, said anon, "What is up, niggers. N-I-G-G-E-R-S. NIGGERS."
After spelling the concrete word extremely clearly, the resolve of equines decided to awkwardly stare for even a longer period of time.

Anon was furious.
"What, are you deaf or something? I come in here, POLITELY asking what's up and nobody even dares to respond?!"
He grimaced, stomped around one hundred and eighty degrees and kicked through the door, exiting the quiet building.

Outside, it wasn't very different. It was just as quiet, maybe except for the bird songs and ambient sound of wind. The relative silence of the outdoors has been, however, interrupted by Anon's loud cackle; most clearly a sign of happiness cultivated by humanoid beings. It was most commonly described as "laughter" or "laughing like a green retard in a town full of technicolor cartoon fucking ponies", or to those less intelligent, simply "lol".
With the laughing out of the way, even the birds stopped chirping. Even the wind appeared to be subdued to Anon's mighty power of lulz.

And so he stood, Anon, the declarer of rules, and he shook his fist at the heavens, declaring,
"I, Anon, Fucker of Mares, hereby declare that YOU, god, are FAKE and NOT SCIENCE!"
And so it was.
There, before Anon, a body of old age and tiny dick fell to the floor, dead and totally not science.

Anon pointed at it.
And laughed.

And ponies stared. Off from the distance, wary and tottally warblejacked. "Anon is SO awesome", they had to think, "He just made God fall from the sky just by screaming at him, whoever it is!", they must have pondered. But Anon did not give a shit about that. He just laughed. Laughed at his own achievement. Laughed at God himself. Laughed at the clear superiority of SCIENCE!
God simply just squirmed there, gasping for air and reaching up a hoof, begging Anon to help him up.

Wait, a hoof?

Gods don't have hooves, everyone knows that! Nor do they have wings! So it must have been... the DEVIL! EVEN BETTER!

Anon started laughing even harder, though noted the fact that he still has yet prove God of SCIENCE!'s superiority. Satan is simply the second best thing.

From the corner of Anon's [insert color here] eyes, he spotted a blob coming from one side. He was, however, pre-occupied with LAUGHING AT THE FUCKING DEVIL, FUCK YEAH! The blob didn't think this was too wicked, though, and snatched the Devil out from under Anon, hurrying off to the other side. What a puny mortal, does he think he can simply just DISOBEY SCIENCE?! NO!

And so, Anon screamed. He screamed like he never screamed before. Well, maybe he did scream like this, but he sure does not remember doing it. Because he screamed like a girl. It was a screech worthy of a Nazgul. It was sharp enough to combat a razor's edge, hell, it was edgy enough to knock Linkin' Park the fuck out. And knock them out, it did. Anon declared another victory over the world as he singlehandedly beat Linkin' Park. Even though they were probably long dead, trillions of light years away or several dimensions to the right.

Anon completely forgot what he was screaming at. He didn't even know what it was. It's like he's retarded or has ADHD or something, man. Anon darted his cockmongler pinpricks from one side to the other, trying to find either the defeated Devil, yet-to-be-defeated God or passed out Linkin' Park, ultimately failing at finding anything of interest except for a crowd of onlookers shocked with his clear AWESOME, the town and two pegasi, one of which looked like the Devil.

At that moment, something struck Anon. It wasn't an object, but a realization.

Maybe... maybe that Devil wasn't the Devil. Maybe, just maybe, it was a pony. And maybe... just maybe...

IT WAS PONY LUCIFER, HE KNEW IT ALL ALONG!