Rats Suck But We Knew This

So I told the story of Besouro last week
aka THE BLACK BEETLE
which reminded helpful netizen Joey “Josephus” Joestar of ANOTHER story
that is ALSO from brazil
and ALSO involves a beetle
the beetle starts out black
but shit quickly gets out of hand…

so there’s this beetle ambling along
(this is a crazy thing about beetles
normally if you are looking at a beetle
you will see that it is either crawling or scuttling
depending on the surface it’s moving across
but if you zoom in real close
you will discover that it is actually always ambling
this is a key principle of biolinguistics.
Actually no, wait
that’s a totally different thing)
this beetle is not going anywhere in particular
where the fuck does she have to go?
she’s a fucking beetle.

Then there’s this rat
he’s’s not going anywhere in particular either
but he is going there MUCH FASTER
just skittering back and forth all day like a disgusting idiot
(interesting fact about rats
if you are well disposed towards a moving rat, it scampers
if you hate it, it skitters instead
fact 2: no one is well disposed towards rats
because they are terrible and stupid)

so this rat skids to a stop in front of this beetle
like “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT UP DICKBOAT
WHEN IT COMES TO THE SMALLEST, SHITTIEST ANIMALS IN THE FOREST
I AM THE HARLEY DAVIDSON
AND YOU ARE THE HARLEY DAVIDSON SIDECAR
THAT ISN’T ATTACHED TO ANYTHING
BECAUSE YOU ARE SO
DAMN
SLOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”
(he makes his voice real low when he says “slow”
in order to emphasize the slowness he is describing
it is highly unnecessary)

The beetle is pretty offended
but she is used to street harassment from the local fauna
so she’s just like “oh wow yeah you’re so fast good job
I bet you can run really far away and never come back
ready set go.”
but then this parrot swoops in
(parrots only ever swoop.
they are one of the species of birds
that is congenitally incapable of fluttering, flitting, or soaring
it is a tragedy)
and the parrot is like “CA-KAWW, BITCHES
DID SOMEBODY SAY READY SET GO?”
and the beetle is like “I did
but I didn’t want it to become a big thing
can we just drop it”
and the Parrot is like “NO
YOU GUYS ARE RACING NOW
WINNER GETS A PIMP COAT”
and the rat is like “OH FUCK YEAH
I WANT LEOPARD PRINT”
and the beetle is like “Ok, you know what
this is stupid as hell
but i could really use a new coat.”
and the Parrot is like “GREAT
I LOVE RACES
NOBODY EVER RACES WHEN I RANDOMLY SHOW UP AND ASK THEM TO
YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME
OKAY YOU ALREADY SAID READY SET GO
SO NOW THE RACE IS HAPPENINGGGGGGG”

then the Parrot swoops off
and the rat starts hauling ass
(this is possible due to a technicality:
all animals, in periods of extreme excitement/stress
with the possible exception of the slow loris
are capable of hauling ass
even if that is not how they normally move
the only animal that moves this way constantly
is the snail
snails do not move very fast
but they are always moving as fast as they possibly can
hence, hauling ass
this knowledge suddenly makes watching snails REALLY EXCITING)

so the rat is skittering his disease-ridden ass off
already making plans for the clubs he is going to get into with his sweet coat
and the beetle is nowhere to be seen
until he arrives at the end of the race
and the beetle and the parrot are just chilling out waiting for him
and he’s like “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK”
and the beetle is like “well since this race was officiated by a bird
flying was totally legal
so I just sorta did that”
and the rat is like “YOU CAN FLY?!”
and the beetle is like “yeah
what did you think all this junk in my trunk was?”
(oh yeah, I forgot to mention the flying earlier
when I was explaining how beetles move.
this is a literary technique known as “neglecting to tell you key information.”)
so the beetle gets a pimp coat
that doubles as sweet green battle armor
and everyone continues to hate rats forever.

So the moral of the story
is you shouldn’t let birds officiate races
they are totally biased.

the end.

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Besouro Kicks Cops in the Face

Hey I was at a convention all weekend
it was in Indianapolis and it was called Gen Con
maybe some of you were also there.
While I was there I got to play a really great round of a really great RPG
run by a dude who turned out to know MORE ABOUT MYTHOLOGY THAN ME
(he has a cool tumblr that you can read)
after rapping a good portion of the Odyssey for me
he told me about a mythological baddass I’d never heard of
whose tale I must now pass on to you.
This dude is known as THE BLACK BEETLE.

But for the purposes of this post
we are going to call him by his non-anglicized name, Besouro
because when you try to search THE BLACK BEETLE on google
you end up with this clown
TheBlackBeetle_NoWayOut_01_05
and he has absolutely nothing to do with our story.

So Besouro gets born in Brazil in the 1890s
and his parents make the HUGE mistake
of being black in Brazil in the 1890s
which means that Beouro also turns out black
which means that as far as the colonial government of Brazil is concerned
his main job is to do things he hates
in order to make other (not black) dudes rich
normally this would be called slavery
but Brazil just officially outlawed slavery
so it’s just …
a really bad deal?

Besouro is not a dude who is down with really bad deals
so he gets an old ex-slave dude to teach him Capoeira
(the art of dancing people to death)
and then when he is old enough
he takes justice into his own hands
also his own feet
mostly his feet, actually
Capoeira is mainly kicks

Now, normally one mostly-naked lord of the dance
would have trouble humiliating the entire Brazilian police force
but Besouro has a secret
a secret which is buried in his INCREDIBLY SWEET NAME.
See, the reason he’s called “Besouro” (aka “THE BLACK BEETLE”)
is because he can turn into a black beetle when he’s in trouble
and just fly away.
beetles are pretty slow at flying though
(prolly would have been better if he’d called himself BLACK FALCON or BLACK JET PLANE)
but he also has a last name
Manganga
which means “Totally immune to bullets.”
GUYS
EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO CHANGE MY LAST NAME

But it’s not as easy as just changing your name, my friends
in order to net this sweet bullet immunity
Besouro had to make a deal with Eshu himself
yes that’s right
ESHU
PAPA LEGBA
THE CIGAR-SMOKING DICK TRAIN WHO LIVES SOLELY TO FUCK WITH PEOPLE
IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD.
So yeah, Eshu hits up Besouro one day and he’s like “dude
I would love to see some crooked cops get kicked in the mouth
bow down to me and I will make this shit happen.”
and Besouro is initially a little wary of making this deal
but then Eshu hands him his ass in a fight
and Besouro is like “Okay fine
but only because I really like kicking crooked cops in the mouth.”
and Eshu is like “Awesome.
Here’s what we’re gonna do:
me and my pals
– that is, the other Orisha –
are going to give you what is called a closed body
because, see
the reason bullets go into most people’s bodies
is because those bodies are like ‘hey, door’s open, come right in.’
whereas your body is gonna be like ‘hell no, go away’
it is what we like to call
THE ORIGINAL LIFE HACK.”

So for about seven years
that’s all Besouro roams from town to town
humiliating the constabulary with his invincibility
and then turning into a beetle when shit gets too real.
Like, they send a dozen cops after him
and he just takes all their guns
and then shows up to the police station later
with a shopping cart full of guns
like “Here you go guys
I figured you might need these
for arresting someone who is NOT IMMUNE TO FUCKING BULLETS.”

The police don’t really believe the whole bullet immunity thing
because let’s face it, it’s kind of a ridiculous thing to believe
but years go by
and Besouro is just stomping sternums with impunity
and black people are getting disconcertingly independent
and this whole time nobody has hit him with any bullets
so finally the police are like “You know what
we’ve been firing our guns constantly at this guy
for like half a decade
not even Imperial Storm Troopers are this inaccurate.
Maybe … we should use magic?”

So this arch-dickhead named Doutor Zeca talks to a wizard or something
and finds out that whereas Besouro is immune to bullets
the protection does not extend to wooden knives
so he calls up Besouro
and … asks him to deliver a letter to another dude.
So Besouro delivers this letter
which basically says “Dear other dude:
please kill the guy who brought you this letter
he is weak against wooden knives
also prostitutes.
Love, Doutor Zeca.”

Okay, I may be missing something
but WHY ARE EVIL DUDES ALWAYS SENDING LETTERS LIKE THIS?
It happens in Hamlet
it happens in Greek Mythology
are kings just super nervous about getting their hands dirty?
if so, wouldn’t the kings they’re sending these dudes to be just as murder-averse?
maybe every king has one really violent friend
and that’s the dude they send all their enemies to.
I dunno
the point is that Besouro can’t read
so he doesn’t know what he’s getting into
and then his host buys him some sex
(because Besouro isn’t invincible if he gets laid right before a fight)
and then kills him with like 40 dudes
some of whom have wooden knives.
It sucks
but at least he gets a couple songs named after him
also, slavery eventually ends for real
kind of?

Anyway, the moral of the story
is always bring a wooden knife to a gunfight.

The end.

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