The Pancake Games Pt. IV-V

PT.4
The start of Biolontiantity is a rather interesting topic. The start of biolontiantity was said to be created by a man name Eric Torter, whom was a very affable man. He made it his lifelong goal to do the ineffable. He was set to spread biolontiantity.
Eric Torter, created and spread biolontiantity. It was his dream, his career, and his purpose. Not all purposes are for the greater good. He spread his words far and wide through social websites, newspapers and magazines, advertisements and billboards, and even in travel brochures. He made TV shows that secretly spread biolontiantity to the people, and eventually it stopped being very secret.
Biolontiantity is built off of the belief that everyone will reach nirvana and pure light if they are to stay on their given path without interference. To create an abomination is to create a creature of love and hope. Harmful words towards others were discourage, while provocative language was heavily encouraged.
Biolontiantiticians were encouraged and enforced to recite their lines from the "Book of Knowingmore." Biolontiantity was a disease spreading fast, were everyone worshipped false prophets and gods. It was pure blasphemy but no one seemed to realize it.
The rise of communism only worsened the spread. Biolontiantiticians prayed to Bio, their god of life and wisdom. On the other side was Verify, the god of false thought and corruption. Verify, and verifiers (those who defied Bio), were the beast killers. They were labeled as demons.
Verificians and bioficians were the two different sects, but only bioficians were biolontiantity. If someone doesn't believe in biolontiantity, they are labeled as a verifician whether or not they are or not.
The cold was rising in America whilst the bioficians spread. That brings us to our verifician. The one and only George of Fort Bansworth.
George was driving in his truck with his bow and arrows, deep into the forest. Little did he know, security cameras were recently installed inside of the trees. The depths of the forest were foggy and dank. Nothing felt right to George in the cold. The cold was rising.
George hit something with his truck, and consecutively magma puked on his windshield and melted a large, gaping hole in it. George kept driving deeper, and he kept digging himself a hole of treason as the cameras watched.
George reached the center of Banswoods, and stepped out of his truck. He saw a herd of around 50 lava boars grazing on the coldened crop. George reached for his bow and elongated his armspan. The arrow flew straight through the head of one lava boar, out the other end, and in the rump of another. Tonight, rump roast was being served up nice and hot. Magma hot.
PT.5
The boars started pouring towards George as he kept trying to keep them at bay. The boars were slow and clumsy enough that George was able to keep away. The boars kept stumbling over each other's body and running into trees. A large boar, almost two times larger than the rest, stood and stared at George in the back of the herd. It charged.
George continued releasing a fury of arrows, now mostly aimed at the large, virtually unstoppable big boar. It was being pelted in the head with arrows without faltering. The boar marched with fury, and trampled other boars in its path. Then, with luck, George's arrow struck the boar inside its mouth, and all lava went loose with a tumble and splash of destruction. The forest was burning, but so were the memory cards inside the security cameras which had a latency of about 2 hours.
George was in a crime scene and also in a natural disaster of large proportions. His chances of survival became slimmer. George ran to his truck and cranked the engine, but it wouldn't start. He tried a few more times and it roared to life. He pulled his stick shift into drive and pushed on the gas. Instead of going back the way he came, he went deeper into the woods, beyond the heart.
Trees were falling, some slimly missing his truck, but George managed to escape the fiery area. Biolontiantity's disease taught everyone to be weak, encluding law enforcement, so the fire department would be in for a big struggle. On the other side of Banswoods was Village Banswhile. George drove through the forest out into Village Banswhile. The sight of his truck immediately made verifician come to the minds of the watching bioficians. He drove through the town, and in doing so he only spread the flames.
Intentionally, he caught many houses alight with a fierce combustion. He may have commited arson, treason, and poaching, but he still had the heart of a hero.
George drove through the town, now swept with crisis. He didn't bother to avoid hitting people, which only adding vehicular manslaughter to the list. He skid through the town at very fast speeds, now commiting speeding amongst other traffic violations. Luckily for George's perspective, after biolontiantity became prominent in government, it became illegal for ANY vehicles to exceed a speed of 60 miles per hour, so the police cars literally couldn't accelerate beyond that speed.
George's truck wasn't legal, but it was also from 1985, and was fully loaded with a stick shift and carburetor. His truck's wheels intersperced the cadavers of many bioficians and dispersed them into tiny chunks and pieces.
He was now around the outermost edge of the town, the threshold that was seemingly hard yet also easy to cross. As it turns out, at 90 miles per hour, it was easy to cross the threshold. George stepped on the pedal and went flying out of the borders of Village Banswhile.
Transgression.

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