Alex stands over the balcony of the 130th floor of the InfoWars palace. Something in his head tells him this is finally the time to take the fight to the globalists.

Paul Joseph Watson is in the middle of Edinburgh, redpilling the masses, when the Quickening reaches him. Suddenly, he remembers everything his teacher Alex Jones taught him.

Owen Shroyer and Lee Ann Mcadoo are in Dallas, interviewing protesters when it reaches them.

David Knight and Jerome Corsi are, as always, deep in the InfoWars studio in Austin, cooking up new gadgets and tactics.

Alex and his men assemble near the very edge of the swamp.

“Now, folks, I know this is hard to believe. But Hillary and the others are preparing to strike against our nation and destroy Trump once and for all.”

“URAAA!” heartily sounds from the InfoWars team.

They charge into the swamp.

Before you know it, Alex and the rest are chopping the globalist SWAT agents to bits. Alex himself is wielding InfoWar, the flaming blade of truth, and annihilating whole squads in one fell swoop. Paul is on horseback, charging through barricades and breaking them before dismounting and unleashing his longsword. Before long, the trusty steed, MainStreamMedia, is felled. Paul J. Watson dismounts and begins fighting hand-to-hand.

On the other hand, Owen and Lee are armed with an impressive array of firearms; Owen himself with an M60 and two M16s, destroying globalists in a hail of gunfire. Lee Ann is in a skimpy leather suit, ducking, diving, and dodging bullets and chopping them to bits with a claymore. There is no hope for the globalist agents. The swamp is being drained, and quickly.

“Here’s the rub, folks: globalist agents resupply and reinforce about as quickly as they die. There are always ex-mil agents that want a higher pay grade.” – Alex Jones

Alex and PJW break through on foot, finally reaching the commander while Owen and Lee Ann keep the rest distracted.

“Who are you? Why do you want to keep people asleep, whyyyy do you want to keep people swallowing the fluoride that turns them gay?” Alex exclaims.

“We do it because we are told to. We just follow orders. Hillary promises a $200,000 paycheck if we comply,” says the commander

Alex and Paul swiftly behead him with a double-sided sword swing.

The InfoWars squad regroups only a few steps into the swamp.

“Now folks, this is something that is gonna really blow your mind,” says Alex.

He jumps and, in midair, unleashes his blade on a globalist shill, chopping him completely in half.

“InfoWars reaches more people than CNN, Fox News, and MSNBC combined.”

By this time, word is reaching Globalist Headquarters (Washington DC) to both Soros and Clinton. They fully deploy their armies of SWAT agents, numbering in the many thousands.

(The Swamp itself being located right outside of DC)

Alex and PJW are on the precipice of the Inner Swamp. A voice reaches their heads…

“Alex! Paul! This is David and Corsi speaking. We have something you might like…”

From the sky drops a pair of handguns. One shoots crossbow arrows, intended for Watson. The other is a .50 cal desert eagle extended, with a stock and scope. Watson and Alex take their appropriate weapons.

“Hell, this is something else!” Jones exclaims, peering down the scope. He casually executes a half dozen globalist shills.