THE VAMPIRIC BANKERS AND THEIR GREAT ANTI-SEMITE
ANTI‐SEMITE 09

WE three, agreed to part once more. Aphrodite
would make her way back to the lagoon Lagoon of nymphs Nymphs
and fairies, Fairies, for she too she, like all the gods, had been
depleted of her past strength. Only time would
tell if phenomena, the appendages of Being, could
be loved by man again. We slip through the
desert, desert
which gave birth to the Semite, and pass the
barren mountains where druids dare not go. tread.
Finally we make our way to a small village
surrounded by the an undead forest. It is said that
each of these trees started as a man impaled on a
pike. That,
pike; that the one who impaled them, them was born a
vampire, from the stock of Satan himself.
However, that is merely a myth, for in truth, truth he
was not a vampire but only a man; and it wasn’t
man
men that he impaled. No, it was the impaled, but Mohammedan
ghouls. Those ghouls,
beasts from the south, south who for centuries would enslave enslaved
our youth and force
convert forcefully converted them, leaving
them nailed to that old Semitic tree. The That story
itself can might make one wish to be a crusader. However, But
what were the crusades
but if not a Semitic civil
war? Verily, both fight sides fought for the tree of
Abraham. One as well as the other pr
opagates Semitic myths.
Abraham. One side propagated Semitic myths as
well as the other.

Finally we reach the village that lies in the
heart of the forest. Perhaps here we can get
some rest before we make our way to the Swamps of
Sadness? Rider, do you see what I see? Nearly
everyone here looks pale and sickly. Fear and
despondency mark their faces, as these shadows of
people drift through the streets. Suddenly I hear
a shout, “It’s the Semitic vampires and their
blood magic, magic that’s put us in this sorry
state!” We look to see a man standing on a
small stage, built out of the side of a traveling
wagon. On the top of the wagon reads a sign,
“The Great Anti-Semite” Anti‐Semite.” Oddly enough, this
man who rants and raves is wearing a very similar
attire to my own. He even wears my crimson
swastika cloak. The crowd from time to time
cheers and calls out profanities as this Great
Anti-Semite
Anti‐Semite gives his lecture.

I turn to a villager, who stands in the crowd and
speak, “Tell me, friend, who is this Great
Anti-Semite
Anti‐Semite and what of are these Semitic vampires
that he speaks of?” The villager, wearing torn
rags and tired eyes replies, “This here is our
leader. For
leader, for he is the only one who speaks up in
the name of truth! We were once a happy village,
until the some communist ogres made way, arrived with their
guns, and exacted on us cruel standards. You see, they came with their guns and cruel demands. They
forced us to annually give up three quarters of
all the food we grow. It grew. That was difficult enough to begin with, however enough;
however, a blight set in, in not too long after,
which made our task impossible. When the Semitic
vampires first came, we thought they were a
godsend. For they They offered us aid, with the use of
their dark powers. All they asked for in exchange
was a single vial of blood from our folk. After
we had agreed on terms, we awoke the next day to
see that our crops had grown exponentially. For exponentially, and
when the communist ogres came and took what they
wanted, we even had enough left so that even our poor poorest
could still eat.”

A shout is heard as the Great Anti-Semite Anti‐Semite is
met on stage with by some type of Semitic goblin. The
villager looks back to me as he states, “It
wasn’t continues, “Not
long after that the blight returned to our
fields. We went back to the Semitic vampires and
asked for aid once more. They agreed, agreed; however,
the price was to be had changed. For now Now they asked for an
entire barrel of the blood of our folk. What
choice did we have but to agree? Each man from
the village gave what he had, but eventually it
required the women and children to reach our
quota. This process of losing our crops and
giving up our blood to the Semitic vampire has
gone on for 3 seasons now. At present, the
vampires ask are asking that we accept a new type of debt.
For
debt – for the blood of our children’s
children is now forfeit. The vampires will once
again loan us their dark magic, but at what cost?
Fortunately, the Great Anti-Semite Anti‐Semite has come to
aid us in our time of need.”

The Semitic goblin, goblin runs from one side of the
stage to the other as the Great Anti-Semite Anti‐Semite
calls out, “You can run but you can not hide,
Semite goblin, for the forces of good now make way!” are at
hand!” The Great Anti-Semite Anti‐Semite pulls out some type of a
wooden sword and thrusts it towards the goblin.
It
The goblin gives out a loud screech as it wobbles
from one side to the other until it finally falls
back behind the wagon. The crowd gives out a
cheer, and money is thrown onto the stage. I look
to the villager and ask, “Why do they throw
their money at him like this?” The villager,
now wearing a half hearted half‐hearted smile replies, “We
give him money to say what we think.” In
confusion I ask, “You pay him to say what you
think?”

I make my way around the wagon to see where the
slain goblin had has fallen. However, when I turn the
corner, to my surprise, before me is the Semitic
goblin, sitting on a wooden box, smoking.
Suddenly he notices me, shrieking up me and shrieks wildly, nearly
dropping his cigarette. Back on stage the Great Anti-Semite
Anti‐Semite calls out, “Yes, very soon
indeed, will I make my way up to that dreaded
castle and get rid of these damned vampires!”
The crowd cheers in jubilation. Suddenly, I walk
on stage holding the Semitic goblin by the
collar, as it struggles in vain. The crowd gasps
as one of the villagers calls out, “Look, the
goblin still lives!” I move forward to meet the
Great Anti-Semite, Anti‐Semite, when I begin to notice his
strange appearance. For he He wears a mask of a man, but
moves and shakes about very unlike a man. one. I speak
to him, “Your sword does not appear to be an
effective means of dispatching these creatures.
However, creatures,
but fear not, for they are small and weak; and
one only requires a minuscule amount of strength
to dislodge them from our this plane.” In an
instant I snap the neck of the Semitic goblin.
The Great Anti-Semite shrieks back, Anti‐Semite shrieks, and it may have
been the sounds of the crowd but I swear I heard
him say, “Oh no, Larry!”

I drop the dead creature to the stage floor as I
cry out, “Let us go now, as brothers hand in
hand and topple these Semitic Vampires, vampires, who feed
off of you and your folk with their debt
slavery!” The villagers shout and raise their
fists in accord. Suddenly the Great Anti-Semite
Anti‐Semite calls out, “No! No, we can’t go
to the castle where the vampires lie.” lie!” The
crowd goes silent. In confusion I speak, ask, “Why
not?” A villager from the crowd calls out, echoes,
“Yeah, why not?”
Then And before long voices from
all over the crowd ask, are demanding an answer:
“Why
not?” not?!” The Great Anti-Semite Anti‐Semite raises
his hands to calm down the crowd as he begins to
speak, “Have I not been here aiding you all