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"Its 1000 years into the future."
People look at me, some in surprise, some at shock, and some in hatred. At the moment, I am the most famous man on earth. Some people call me the anti-Christ, some people call me Satan, while some even follow me, worship me, call me their lord and savoir. I just want to die.
The year is 2038. My legal name is Lincoln Wildren. My original name has long since become obsolete and forgotten. To be honest, I've gone by as many names as I have lived many years. There are civilizations I have seen boom and bust at the same time. Hundreds of languages learned each century, and lifetimes of memories born and forgotten. I was confused at first, when it first happened. But I still remember it. The witches name was Olg'aruun. She lived in a remote hut away from the village, and one day while I was getting wood by the riverside, I saw smoke coming from that same hut. Then I saw it. Nobody else had seen what I saw that day before me. It was a barren field with a straw hut, and lying around were skulls, bones, and some well decayed corpses. Some human, some animal, and some indistinguishable. The source of the smoke was a large bonfire, and in it was a group of people, malnourished and pale. They were tied to a stake and groaning in agony as the fire licked their bodies into ash. Most were women, with some young children tied with them. I called out to the witch, and when she looked at me, for some reason a feeling of dread filled me up. She started running after me and I ran back to the village. I had told the village authorities what had happened, and led them back to the hut. They cornered the witch, with her back to the bonfire that was now blazing wildly. She knew I was behind this, and so she cursed at me:
"You are the son of two bastards! You are nothing more than a plague to the pagan goddesses of this world! I will make you suffer for eternity till the last man dies, you are cursed with the blood of those which I have sacrificed for this spell to make you walk this earth until it runs barren of man! In hell I will berate you!"
Then she jumped in the fire along with the others. She started screaming, and cursing at us all while we idly watched. Her movements slowed until she died, and then we left, leaving the fire to give her a funeral. My village was superstitious as I was, and I was filled with mild anxiety when the event first occurred. Luckily because nothing had happened after the incident occurred, the ruler of the village decided not to take any actions. For 30 years I lived normally. But after those 30 years, people, including me, started to notice. My wife was long dead. My children now looking older than I had for years. I really started to believe that I was cursed, and unfortunately, the ruler had died. The new one started to get suspicious of me, as well as the rest of the village people. Then a outbreak of fevers swept in the town and started killing people, eventually taking the life of the rulers mother. The village was set, I was the cause of the deaths. I was taken to a village elder and put on trial for my crimes. What was really ironic was the fact I had known the elder since he was a teenager, as with the rest of the village. But they had come to the agreement that I was the cause of the deaths, citing the witches curse as the root of the towns problems. I was to be put to death and executed. My children argued against this, and the elders said that my children are cursed as well, and summoned them for execution as well. I yelled out to have me children spared, but I was knocked down and restrained. 3 days me and my children waited in a cell, and before we could die in that dungeon, we were brought out to the gallows. A local priest said a short prayer before we had nooses around our necks. Then, the floor dropped. I could remember hearing necks break around me, even my own. I thought I had died. That I would join my children. Accepting this fact, I kept silent and allowed my body to be piled into a cart along with my kin. They took me to the outside of the village and dumped our bodies into a shallow hole. I lied there for two days and two nights. My mind was blank, but still a thought ran in my head:
"Is this what death is like? When do I depart for the afterlife?"
After two days of lying in the grave, I became curious even more.
"What if I'm not really dead? What if I'm still alive?"
To test my theory, to reassure myself that I was dead and would be joining the dead soon, I tried to move my hand.
And it moved.
To that I was in denial.
"No, maybe I was just desperate, there's no way the dead can move."
Then I tried harder. My hand lifted itself off the ground.
"I really am alive. I should be dead but yet I still live."
I lifted myself up, and stared into my hands. I looked down at my body, and looked around me. My loved ones were dead, and beginning to rot, yet I was alive and in perfect condition. I realized now, the witches curse was true. I really was to walk this earth until it runs barren. This was my fate.
For the next 100 years I lived as a farmer. Surprisingly I found a woman who would accept my life and married me. We had no children. I couldn't bare the trauma of losing my children to my curse again. We simply lived off the land and were pleased at that. When my wife died I moved into what is modern day Finland. A small town in the area accepted me as a peasant who needed a place to live. That's where I lived for another 40 years. People started to notice that I wouldn't age and got suspicious again.  One night the town cornered me at the town square and demanded answers. I explained my curse to them. Horrified at the ordeal they heard, they became and angry mob, and fearing death, something I ironically couldn't suffer from, I was chased outside the town and escaped by crossing a mountain. Seemingly lost and stranded, I knew I wouldn't ever get to live a normal life. Since then I became a stranded nomad, forced to being introverted all the time, to avoid as much suspicion as possible. For 400 years I lived this life, seemingly miserable, unable to enjoy being alive, yet grudgingly wishing for death all the same. I attempted suicide 13 times during those 400 years, all of them failed. Meanwhile, I saw the Turkish empire rise and take over the area I was living in at the time, a small town in Transylvania. The Turks had turned the land into a millet, and forced the poor citizens to pay them taxes, lest they give up their children to be conscripted. The people at the time were furious, and so they came to me of all people for help. I did not get by 400 years by being a pacifist, and was forced to fight, steal and even kill to get by sometimes. I knew how to fight, and manipulated people with my deep understanding of human nature and anthropology. I agreed on simple terms, that the town would serve me and me alone. They agreed, and so I got together with a band of villagers, and attempted to revolt against the ruling Ottoman empire. Our attack failed, and the Ottoman killed my men. Since I was the only one alive from that attack, they held me prisoner and forced me to work under them. They gave me a new name, Vladmir, son of the dragon, and forced me into their army. At first, I grudgingly accepted the position, working like a slave for the Ottoman empire along with a bastard who called me his brother. I rejected him wholly. He assimilated with the Turks, while I was scheming for a way to take over the Ottoman empire. When he caught wind of this, he was quick to tell his superiors, and so they set out to give me corporal punishment: torture. They had tortured me horrifically, using the  most agonizing and brutal execution methods possible. They tortured me everyday for weeks it seemed. Then they released me back into their army, and now I was set for revenge. I wanted to end the world, and to do it, to finally let myself die, I would kill every other man with my own bare hands as revenge for the way humans treated me. I finally accepted my fate as the enemy of mankind. I left the army and created one of my own, and started from there. I killed tens of thousands of people under my name, until the Ottomans cornered my army, not waiting to be tortured again, I faked my death and disappeared from that battle. My men lost, and to the Turks, Vlad The Impaler was finally slain. For the next 500 years I traveled the world, starting wars and conflicts, trying to carefully manipulate mankind into extinction. Making Christians fight for Jerusalem, making the Mongols slay Asia, making the Spaniards wipe out the South Americans, and so on. My attempts were great, and under my name some of the greatest atrocities in humankind were committed by my actions. I had no remorse. I just wanted to die, I was mad at the world. Sometime during that period, I kept power by forming a group of noblemen and powerful influencers, called the Knights Templar. The groups original members disbanded, along with me, but the group remained, and I lost control of the group after 120 years. Seats traded during that time, and rulers from across the world, from kings of Britain to rulers of China all sat with me, as I influenced them to bring themselves closer to destruction. When I had lost the group, in the 1700's I founded a new group. I called it the Illuminati. My purpose was to bring about as much human misery by human hands. I knew them too well. Give humans a reason to kill and they will take a life no less. They really would. And for years I started wars and strife around the world, trying to make better weapons for humans to kill each other, trying to create more problems for humans to fight over, trying to spill as much blood as possible. I had started the American Revolution, the French Revolution, the Civil war, the First World War, the Second World War, and even the Cold war. But it all came crashing down on me once again when I was cornered in Russia. It was under the Soviet Union Bloc at the time. I was a top adviser to Stalin at the time, and my name during that period was Grigori Rasputin. I was cornered by opposing political parties, who wanted to eliminate my influence, who had become aware of the evil I was spreading, the darkness in my mind. They drugged me, attacked me, shot me, and attempted to drown me. I "froze" to death in the cold Russian lakes, and assumed I was dead. Realizing that my plan was not working, I deduced I needed more time to study the evolving world and best analyze how to destroy it once and for all. I went into hiding and escaped to America in the '60s. Then in the late 70's and mid 80's I lived as a cult leader. I lived a lavish life of sin and crime. I was a hitchhiker in Arizona, Nevada and California. Fueled by my confidence and hatred against humanity, I took advantage and feasted upon the new modern era we headed. I started a cult, and we went around those states, picking up members for me to enjoy. I couldn't help myself from the pretty college dropout girls who would hitchhike across the country to get away from their parents. I picked them up, hopped them up on drugs and raped them, let my group have their way with them and kicked them out of our RV, leaving them stranded in the desert. I founded all forms of crime rings at the time, drug trafficking, human trafficking, pedophile rings, all behind the scenes. I was secretly the richest criminal in the world, making trillions off of seedy human desires. I became more and more angry at the world during the next 30 years, so I made a brake for it. I saw the chaos but also the potential in the American Government and its politics, so I started bribing and manipulating the government of the USA to let me influence the country. It worked. With the US government at my hand, I was in control of the world. I was satisfied with myself and allowed to world to run free for the next 20 years. Then, in 2000, I had an epiphany. I realized I had accomplished everything I had ever wanted to in the world, and now I just wanted it all to end. Rumors of my existence never stopped, and so people began to assume an evil figure was going to bring the end times to them. At this point, I was optimistic at ending the world so I could finally put myself to rest. I went to the disorganized world of the Middle East, still impacted by the Israeli and Russian campaigns held there, and got my Illuminati group to help me cause a global pandemic of violence. Using my massive influence and funds, I convinced a few wealthy Saudi powers to work under my Illuminati. I told them to keep as much instability and violence in the Middle East to motivate the rest of the world to get more destructive. They agreed, and for $20 Trillion dollars, they created and funded massive terrorist groups, and in 2002, one of those terrorist groups destroyed the Twin Towers. From there I ordered George Bush, one of the chairmen of my Illuminati at the time, to wage war in the Middle East, along with the rest of the Illuminati to support him, and to begin militarizing themselves for more destruction. Since then the Middle East has never been in peace, except for the countries who worked under the Illuminati with me. Now my plans were in motion, however, people started to contest me. Groups were against my actions and trying to constantly stop me, even gaining power in Office. President Obama began to work backwards against my plans, but my Illuminati still kept the US government working for me. I started more violence in the country and in the world to keep chaos under my control, and when Obama was finally outed, I made sure the next president was someone I could control. I picked a small time billionaire, Donald Trump, and made him compete with weak opposition, like Hillary Clinton, so that he would become president and that I could mold him into what I wanted. Then I used my complete control of the US office to cause as much strife within the most powerful country in the world, and then elected another president after Donald Trump's 2020 election to ruin America even more. It got to the point where another civil war erupted the United States, and 22 million Americans died in 2 years of fighting. During that fighting, I managed to let an anarchist terrorist cell acquire a nuclear bomb, detonating it in Memphis, Florida, killing 3 million people. America was on fire, and my plan was working. The environment was dying, nuclear weapons were back in place, human minds feeble, and war was everywhere. After the war ended in 2025, the next president attempted to "fix" the nations problems and successfully reunited America as one singled nation. Peace was on the horizon. Except it wasn't. That president was Lincoln Wildren. Using my supreme power, my single nation, my Illuminati, and my massive wealth, I literally controlled the world. It was at this moment that I knew the world would soon end. I disbanded the American government, and using the United Nations as my puppet, I created a amalgamation of countries, simply known as "Edetopious". I used the false premise that the world would be a better place, and establishing myself as dictator of the world. I named myself the supreme ruler of this new world and all under it. Unfortunately, there was a broad group of people who rejected my power, and went against me. Using Islam as a scapegoat, I declared all political enemies of Edetopious as Muslims, and waged war against Islam. My name at that point became Al-Masih Al-Dajjal, and became both the ruler and the enemy of the entire world. I waged an entire war with anyone who wasn't with me, and wiped out my adversaries. I cornered them into Jerusalem, after I had sacked Afganistan, Iraq, Pakistan, Iran, Mecca, Madina, and the rest of the Muslim countries, as well as executing an imminent holocaust of all my enemies around the world. Then they disappeared, and I had become victorious. All that was left was world annihilation. I had literally killed 3 billion humans, 43% of the entire fucking population was dead. All that was left was the remaining 4 billion followers of mine. By eliminating all the environmental sanction laws, I allowed for humans to do literally anything they want with the earth. But I knew nuclear bombs wouldn't be enough, so I set forward an method to destroy the earth before mankind would regrow its population. In 2033 I had set forth a project to "turn the geology of the world into enegry", by basically turning the earth into an nuclear bomb. My method was actually going to cause Yosemites valcanos to erupt, destroying the entire Northern Contient, then using geological geoengineering to cause mass flooding, then end the rest of the world with a hydrogen reactor meltdown and explosion. The result would happen within the same day, and would quite literally wipe out humanity within a decade. By 2038 the construction of my doomsday device was complete, and on October 13th, 2039, I activated the Self destruction of all three projects by my intervention of the program. The earth shook, the world ran out screaming, the skies went dark with plume and destruction, while the horizon was glowing from the 4000 megaton hydrogen reaction explosion, and the 500 feet tsunamis around the world stood on all sides like giant mountains. This was the day earth would be destroyed. A week after the destruction of the earth, 3.91 billion humans died. The skies were black from the volcanic ash, and the earth was 50 degrees hotter from the hydrogen explosion, while the rest of the land was completely flooded by the tsunamis, and all ocean life had died. From then on, I knew the world would only slowly be dying from that point on, and so I went into my bunker, got as much artillery as I could, make made it my personal job as the grim reaper of the earth. As long as I still lived, I would go around the earth, exterminating the rest of mankind until I could finally die. The finale.

>I wrote this in 2 hours and 30 minutes lol.