Waluigi’s Forest


Now, before we go any further, let me introduce myself. I am Minimum Antiquince, the Maximum Quince of a parallel universe, that emerged from Waluigi’s Forest. Despite being his opposite in every conceivable way(and a horrible concept that will alienate the fans), we will have the same opinion on most subjects, the same sense of humour and largely be the same person, minus a few noticable writing differences.
Now, one area in which we vary are our levels of weaboo. I’m afraid I’m much closer to Youtube.co.uk’s own prodigal son, Soulless01475 than Maximum Quince himself. That said, I’ve never marched 38 people into a small restaurant without a reservation and demanded service. That would be horrible.

Now, let’s talk about what we’re all really wanting to discuss. The decline of our country and it’s people.

Now, as you definitely know because the only people that will ever read this are real-life friends of the authors (and MOM!) is that we, the writers of this delightful blog, live in the family friendly(if your family are knives) city of Glasgow, in Scotland.

Yes, Glasgow, The second city of the Empire. The Empire which controlled 1/4 of the entire world. We spread decency, civilisation, knowledge and decency all over the world. And we did it in style, we wore bowler hats and had moustaches, twirled our canes while we tamed the wild world and even in battle, wore red shirts so that our blood wouldn’t get them messy, and we could still look fabulous.(read on, Kenneth, you might learn something)

But the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Our once proud nation has been reduced to knife crime, teen pregnancy and the Jeremy Kyle show. The very things our ancestors tried to prevent in our conquests of Africa and the New World. Our fall from grace, like everything else we do, was the biggest and best in known history. The following videos will show what we were, and what we are now, far more aptly than any amount of my writing.
From our past glory(accompanied by Snow Patrol)

and now,a short video, highlighting the current state of our once proud nation.

This sums up the decline of our nation. What can we do to change our nation from the muddy, slimey little pit it has become, to it’s former might and glory? Well short of letting it die completely, reincarnate as a trashcan robot then somehow be brought back to life with all it’s problems magically solved, I don’t know.

-we all wish we were. Please Britain, be Clannadman.