Girl Soldiers

GIRL SOLDIERS are 2.1 meters ultra-fit amazons, pre-pubic and free from PMT. So look out because — these testosterone-powered terrors can really kick butt.
We start off this story in Australia, only this is the year of 2194 … a place far removed from today’s terrain, much of the same flora and fauna endures however be prepared for surprising changes. Like introduced species let loose, coastline alterations, diverse vegetation and much much wilder weather.
As for the inhabitants, south of United Global’s defence-line live the ‘Unclean’, venture north and what remains of Armidale is now a home for ‘Warlocks’.
Further ahead the struggling city of New Brisbanabad with its Great Golden Mosque marks the end of civilization on this island continent.
Yes a lot has changed since the last global catastrophe. What ‘global catastrophe?’ Well you best read this book for an update.
Don’t worry; the North American continent and the Central Coast of Australia are rock-solid United Global.
However United Global has many major rivals…Asia-Pacific, South American Atlantic, the Peoples Pride and a nasty European fascist state named Euro-Bund just to name a few.
As I’ve already mentioned as this story starts of in 2194, we have all been dead and buried for perhaps 170 years … so you can get a glimpse on what your great-great-great-grandchildren are in for.
Yes reader, you are all in for so many surprises … think no consumer driven economies, no heavy industrial enterprises and certainly no petroleum products.
It’s all because ‘Uncle Sam’ lost that very important chess game to the ‘Red Dragon, and this is chess on a very high level multi-dimensional chess played inside a dodecahedron shaped spinning structure with … Lets forget it . . . its all beyond me anyway.
Now the world’s population is way down after that altercation…it could probably be around 200 million or less in total, perhaps a lot less?
Anyway vast segments of every continent remain radioactive for …perhaps forever?
Of course — they blamed the poor Muslims for starting World War III, we were incorrectly told that Halley’s Comet got them all excited …but then they just aren’t like us enough, and they had most of the oil reserves, — so that’s a good enough excuse.
And who or what is this ‘Uncle Sam’?
That’s the name given to the now redundant ‘United States’ 57.3 Petra-plays -processor…a bit like your own P.C. times a few hundred trillion, . . . and no prizes for guessing who owned that amazing 58.7 Petra-plays ‘Red Dragon.’

Now its no good dwelling on this foreboding future as we are already past the tipping-point… yes its all just about to happen, so — why wait to find out?
Come on reader … give yourself a treat and taste of something completely different.
Yes a meal of magic made to expand the mind and fill it with fun.
Now, let’s join up with these young GIRL SOLDIERS and — become a Buccaneer on the high seas or — fly about in an E-copter.
Better still, cruise leisurely about the endless skies in a solar powered Eco-airship and while you’re at it … crack open a tin of Jacob’s tongue …(It’s tastes a bit like chicken loaf) …
And, always, always, always be-a-very-good-GIRL SOLDIER-for-Jesus …
Besides its hair-washing-day again already … Ueeerrrr! …
So stop flunking; win yourself a Thrill, Bliss or Rapture …and like listen Cakeface…why be so-solid, … act spinxey, just gag-gag another squirt of Shrink-milk and keep watching out for exploding ‘Stink-brats’.
And it’s now all soooo well into the future and for all you ‘double-druds’ its now way too late to ever-ever-ever look back.
“Incoming! ... Right girls … now let’s get out of here …”