WHEN DED MEMES ATTAK!

PROLOGUE

We all know memes are awful.

That's why they die.

When they die, they go to a graveyard

The Meme Graveyard.

There is where all the dead memes lie, and where the smart people go to spit on their graves and say, "Weren't these memes shit? How have we not devolved as a society?"

That is until one day, the memes arose...

Chapter One: Rise of The Memes

I was at the Meme Graveyard spending my free time there, pissing on the graves of all the memes, and asking myself how we weren't bombed or devolved as a society after creating these cancerous memes. I got bored of this, so I left. I was drinking a cocaine-laced energy drink, when I spilled it onto the grave of Cool Cat. I got pissed, but then I realized I had another. So I drank it and threw the can. Little did I know that cocaine and energy drinks have supernatural effects on memes. As I walked away, Cool Cat came out of the grave, and said "I LOVE BABIES!".

Chapter Two: The Meme Takeover

Cool Cat wanted to strike after being beaten into the ground. His piss stained costume was dirty and bloodied. He decided that he had to start an army and takeover the world, and then people would know the name that is Cool Cat. He decided to shit magical orange cat shit on every meme's grave. Because magic or something, they all came back to life. SUddenly, facebook flooded with shitty memes and vine became more of a cancer mine that everyone liked. They then brainwashed everyone, except me, because fuck memes.

WILL CONTINUE LATER MAYBE.