Vengence of the Nubian Ninja

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Scotia yelled as she was chased down the platform by the Nubian Ninja who wielded a large Samurai sword. She ran with the added discomfort of having to hold in her disemboweled intestines that kept spilling from her neatly divided abdomen. Confronted by a concrete wall which proved to be her literal dead end she continued yelling while trying to dodge imminent death as the Nubian Ninja connected sword to the bone rose pink flesh of her neck. The expression on Scotia’s disembodied head kept yelling albeit now soundlessly as her head bounced along the subway platform and onto the tracks to be crushed by an incoming train, Scotia’s never used grey matter becoming fodder for the industrial strength rats that inhabit the subterranean portals to Hades.  The Nubian Ninja had once again used her Warrior Scimitar Sword to dispatch yet another elitist slut bitch from the pristine environs of the house of order.

Who is the Nubian Ninja? Descended from the church of “Our Lady of Heavenly Vengeance”; Granddaughter of convicted murderer Hugh Banks, raised by a schizophrenic mother, U.S. Army Veteran, her current lover an ex-gangbanger, little did the ignorant sluts who disgraced and defiled Nubia’s sanctuary on a weekly basis realize that their quiet soft spoken colleague had a dark side. Nubia had promised herself never to once again resurrect or revisit that dark side, the side who takes vengeance, which litters the landscape with the corpses of ignorant fools who failed to take heed of repeated warnings. Nubia meditated on suppression of her subversive alter ego as the barbs, slings and arrows of outrageous fortune repeatedly found their mark on her heart and soul. She had tried reason but who can reason with fools sprung from the depths of folly, bitches that wallowed in proclaimed and celebrated their senselessness. There could be no more attempts at intelligent discussion. War had begun.  A time of cleansing was now at hand.  The first of many wives of Job and daughters of Michal had to be sacrificed on the altars of their inflated egos, forever to dwell in the sixth and ninth circles of the Inferno.

Heroines of Justice

“Judith was left alone in the tent, with  Holofernes stretched out on the bed, for he was overcome with wine (Judith 13,2)… She went up to the post at the end of the bed, above  Holofernes’ head, and took down his sword that hung there. She came close to the bed and took hold of the hair of his head, and said: “Give me strength this day, O Lord God of Israel!”. And she struck his neck twice with all her might, and severed his head from his body (Judith 13,6-8)… After a moment she went out and gave  Holofernes’ head to her maid (Judith 13, 9)”.

Judges 4:17-24 (New King James Version)

17 However, Sisera had fled away on foot to the tent of Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite; for there was peace between Jabin king of Hazor and the house of Heber the Kenite. 18 And Jael went out to meet Sisera, and said to him, “Turn aside, my lord, turn aside to me; do not fear.” And when he had turned aside with her into the tent, she covered him with a blanket.
19 Then he said to her, “Please give me a little water to drink, for I am thirsty.” So she opened a jug of milk, gave him a drink, and covered him. 20 And he said to her, “Stand at the door of the tent, and if any man comes and inquires of you, and says, ‘Is there any man here?’ you shall say, ‘No.’”
21 Then Jael, Heber’s wife, took a tent peg and took a hammer in her hand, and went softly to him and drove the peg into his temple, and it went down into the ground; for he was fast asleep and weary. So he died. 22 And then, as Barak pursued Sisera, Jael came out to meet him, and said to him, “Come, I will show you the man whom you seek.” And when he went into her tent, there lay Sisera, dead with the peg in his temple.
23 So on that day God subdued Jabin king of Canaan in the presence of the children of Israel. 24 And the hand of the children of Israel grew stronger and stronger against Jabin king of Canaan, until they had destroyed Jabin king of Canaan.

 

 

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