FAHRENHEIT POSTDATE 2025 A NIGHTMARE QUARTET OF THE FUTURE OF EUROPE BOOK TWO: THE WOLF AGE OF GARMR BY J.E.F. ROSE Text copyright © 2017 J.E.F. Rose All Rights Reserved May 2017 - Version 1.0 Digital book produced by Christopher Freyer Dedicated to Major Law A good Son A good Husband A good Father A good Grandfather A good Mustang Marine A good Patriot A good Christian A good American And the incarnation of the West and why it is the Best AUTHOR’S FORWARD This fan fiction is a free non-profit Amazon e-book and a fan tribute to ‘The Time Machine’, ‘David Copperfield’,‘Soylent Green’, and the iconic book ‘Fahrenheit 451’, combined with the Myths of Ragnarok. This fan fiction cross over tribute is set in 2025 Eurabia which envisions Crown Prince Rudolph’s beloved Europe and Great Britain as nightmare states if events presently occurring in Europe and the UK continue to their tragic conclusion. This is a dojin transformational crossover tribute and reinterprets the great masterpieces in a frightening new context while acknowledging the original genius of the original creators. While based on research and present day events this is a speculative work of crossover fiction and imagination projecting just one hypothetical vision of the near future. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons or places or events living or dead are entirely coincidental. TABLE OF CONTENTS Author’s Forward Table Of Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Other books by J.E.F. Rose CHAPTER ONE The assassin checked the massive razor wire. The electricity was indeed off. The massive bastion which once was the Ritz Hotel was dark. The power off so the towering block long edifice formed a dark and looming silhouette as sinister as it once was glamourous. The assassin used his wire cutters to deftly cut his way through the massive barrier. Then he slipped up behind and used his silencer topped hand gun to kill the demoralized guards hunkered by the lavish entrance which recently had been massively retrofitted as if to fend off attack. Then the assassin slunk unchallenged into the lobby of the once famous hotel turned into the corporate headquarters of one of the corrupt global consortiums which paid millions to defeat Brexit and chain Great Britain to the EU Super State forever. The glory days of the edifice were long gone. The dark trashed lobby seem more like a dark cavern. Cold. Damp. Foul smelling. But the lobby appeared deserted. The assassin used his small torch to survey the heart of the enemy. And apparently the heart of his enemy was rotten through and through. The windows were boarded over with salvage as if to withstand a siege. One chandelier hung crazily as if about to plunge down to crystal oblivion. A pile of smashed furniture was shoved into a corner. Towering mirrors were completely smashed. The threat of seven years bad luck apparently no longer mattered. Or perhaps the seven years of bad luck had already arrived. There were piles of weapons next to piles of garbage. Everything was smashed. Bashed. Vandalized. Crates of stolen loot were piled together as if for a getaway. Renoirs next to Picassos. Anthony van Dycks next to John Singer Sargents. Rembrandts next to Dalis. Gainsboroughs next to Reynolds. Monumental Stubbs oils of horses next to gentle landscapes by Constable. Voluptuous Ruben nudes next to teasing oils of Lady Hamilton the mistress of Nelson of Trafalgar. Chaste Victorians by Ford Madox Brown and William Holman Hunt next to luscious Victorian sirens by Millais and Rossetti. A semi-pornographic drawing by Beardsley next to semi- pornographic oil by Lucian Freud. In another corner were semi-crated Greek bronzes next to crates of French Rococo porcelain cocooned in straw. But the unfinished state of the packing of the loot meant that either the quarry was already fled or else was so panicked he was preparing to flee unencumbered by anything more than the most portable of loot: diamonds and gold. Cast aside were piles of corporate and financial records of the colossal global consortium which once strangled the world with its slimy tentacles. Its malevolent global corruption suffocating as it screwed the people of the world with its venal rapacity which knew no bounds. Creating a migrant economy to force desperate workers to compete for rock bottom wages in sweatshop conditions. Pitting desperate White European migrants from poor Balkan nations against the indigenous but equally desperate peoples for fewer and fewer jobs at lower and lower wages. Cynically unraveling social cohesion and national identity with globalist NWO piffle to weaken possible rebellion. Destroying unions and safety protocols along with the middle class. Grinding the desperate down to a bloody pulp. Gutting out nations with bribery and exploitation. Dissolving patriotism as if with acid. Devouring prosperity as if a glutton. Eating out honest democratic governance with cynical bribery. Turning the metro elite against the increasingly improvised rural regions, rust belts, small towns, and decaying suburbs. Suborning taxation into a farce as corporate raiders wallowed in tax havens. Turning once Advanced World super states into Third World failed states. Buying presidents and prime ministers by the bakers’s dozen. Wreaking economics and hollowing out infrastructure. Raping the environments of nation after nation with its polluting industries while bankrupting company after industry leaving behind only wreckage. Poisoning child laborers in Africa with arsenic from gold mining. Burying child laborers alive in Asia alive in unsafe ruby mines. Leaving peasant child laborers deformed by industrial cancers from noxious computer ‘recycling’. Enslaving children of displaced migrants while turning their females into under age prostitutes. Even buying females from the desperate to harvest transplant organs for the global black market. Selling weapons to the worst of the worst to aid and abet wars. Starting stock panics to destroy banks to embezzle the life savings of millions of people. Besmirching distant Edens of poor indigenous natives by befouling their rivers to dig up rare minerals or else with reckless oil drilling. Cutting down forests. Envenoming aquifers with fracking. Besmirching distant rural paradises with illegal dumping. Polluting the oceans until entire fisheries died and piled up on coastlines as if mountains of rot. Turning the land putrid. Turning the rivers putrid. Turning the air putrid. Turning the world putrid. Using the totalitarian power of the corrupt EU bureaucracy and then even more corrupt Islamic dictatorships to silence critics and gag public indignation while strangling competition and destroying rivals so it could monopolize every market and sell lousy products at inflated prices for obscene profits. Buying up companies and then gutting them before bankrupting them while leaving thousands of workers unemployed. Even their pensions stolen. Trashing big and small businesses alike as if a marauding robber baron devastating and destroying everything in his path. Buying and selling national treasures smashed and looted by the Rival Caliphate called ISIS on the international arts black market. Trashing ancient sites to cannibalize the relics. Blowing up majestic tombs and pyramids to cull a few ancient trinkets. Bribing curators to loot national museums. And looting Great Britain’s national treasures through corrupt firemen whose jobs were to burn the precious Jahiliyyah in cahoots with the Procurer of the Caliph. Everywhere leaving a swath of destruction and death. All of it aided and abetted by crooked Quislings and duplicitous bureaucrats and traitorous politicians and cynical caliphs and corrupt sultans and most of all: the nefarious Loki Insider Traitors. One of the most venal power brokers behind the nefarious Loki Insider Traitors. Corrupting democratic governments on every level to represent only corporatism. To only represent him: The Monster. Selling weapons in Syria to start the civil war, and then profiting off the civil war, and then campaigning for open borders for out- of- control migrants to invade Europe and Britain because of the civil war, to exploit the Muslim migrants as if a Trojan Horse to destroy Europe and Britain from within. All in order to profit off its destruction as if a fat vampire courtesy of Brussels Junta and its faceless byzantine bureaucracy embedded as if maggots inside the Body Politick. All while exploiting the EU paramilitary police and EU mercenaries masquerading as the EU Super Army aided and abetted by mercenaries masquerading as the blue helmet UN Army goons. Reducing European countries to unraveling banana republics and then failed states. All hand in hand with bought and paid for national governments which were suppose to protect their citizens against filth such as this contemptuous monster. It is hard to fight when the enemy is inside the gates and dining with the rulers as their special guests. The game is rigged when the robbers are given the keys to the kingdom on a silver platter by Quislings. The assassin checked the ballroom and found it filled by weaponry but no mercenaries. The rats were obviously already abandoning the sinking ship. The assassin pulled out a small contraption. He turned it on to send out a radio signal to a mysterious address. Then the assassin in his black couture and mask slipped silently up the once luxurious staircase. Floor after floor appeared empty. Deserted. The massive corporation which once preyed on the world now appeared to have entirely evaporated. But then there was not much left of the world to devour anymore. So the assassin moved toward the penthouse. He eased his way out of the emergency stairwell and surveyed the hallway. There were a few guards hovering about the entrance to the princely suite.