“(…) I have had plenty of time to think, I decided to use bombs (…) My days on earth are numbered (…) my only consolation is that I can counterattack, even from my grave (…)”
In times of great inaugurations we see how the hyper-civilized mass euphorically celebrates the progress of humanity. These contemptible humans like fucking demented run and fill the structures of the newly inaugurated line 6 of the Santiago subway (cataloged as the most advanced and technological in all of Latin America), with their harmful cellular devices recorded a historical fact for the progress of the country. In the same way, the news media and the press have celebrated with this new civilized construction, a construction that promises to save time in travel, decongest cities and many other amenities for the city life.
Then we ask ourselves; How are we going to feel the slightest consideration for these humanoid imbeciles? But with what gall do the revolutionaries question our methods? Does not seeing such a scene of progress and human idiocy, makes them want to explode or burn their bodies? Well, we do feel like that and much more, we feel the greatest of disgust seeing how civilized progress is celebrated. This new metro with camera systems in its interior promises the greatest security, but we know that it is not, we know that their systems are vulnerable, we have shown this, and we are sure that these infrastructures are also. In fact, just hours after the inauguration of the new facilities, some anonymous vandal scratched one of its windows! (1) This is the irrefutable proof that their systems are vulnerable and it only depends on our monstrous spirits to create Chaos once more…
We, the Mystical Horde of the Forest, egoistically and misanthropically claim two attempted incendiary attacks, the first, on September 28, at around 11 in the morning, we abandoned an incendiary charge hidden inside a shoe box, on the 216th route of the transantiago . With this attack we tried to set fire to the bus, but also and most importantly, we wanted to burn human beings, we were hoping that Chaotic Fire would burn some hyper-civilized body, we wanted to fill the air with the smell of “September 18”. We are completely sure that if activated, it would have seriously injured more than one. Why do we say this? Because when leaving the load the bus was full, children, young and old, it does not matter. We cautiously hid the contraption in the space between the last two seats, we got off and we expected Chaos … that never happened.
It was in this way and in view of our frustrated first attack that our minds immediately devised a new plan, this plan and this second attempt took place on November 2, we again slipped away on one of their public transport buses, this time we chose route 204. (2) With this second attempt we tried in the same way to burn human skin, this time the bus was not so full, but the gasoline was ignited and expanded like hell, that’s what we witnessed. We chose precisely this day November 02 as a symbolic act, because that day was the opening of the new subway line 6. We did not want to remain on the sidelines watching the advance of human progress continue frantically, with these frustrated fires we welcome the ugly fucking metro.
We wanted to write these cheerful words for having burned a fucking machine with its fucking occupants inside, we wanted with this second attack to claim the failed fire of September. But the truth is that we are sad to see our wills didn’t create Chaos, but we are also calm in that our courage, our trip to the abyss of the Unknown prevails, comforts us and enriches our lifeblood, and well, as they say : “The intention is the one that counts”. That is known and the precedent remains that we seek to indiscriminately hurt any human being, so that later they won’t say that we didn’t warn them, haha.
That sadness for not having been able to ignite the fcfm was settled when we hurt the despicable miner. Today we are just as sad as on that occasion, only time and our wills will say when we celebrate a new attack, with the wounds of who knows who we will rejoice, of that there is no doubt. Know that our hearts are saddened but our spirits are intact, our minds are already thinking about what to do next! Only the spirit of the ancient Lola Kiepja, the majesty of Hidabuan, or the vengeful soul of Tuwuch know where, when and whom …
Pretend that we do not exist, think we are asleep, we have gone off, but when they find out and see an indiscriminate fire or an explosive package, no doubt … it will have been us or the other brothers and sisters who share territory.
Attack for all the Unknown and Savage of the Earth, for our primal ancestors and for ourselves. The threatening presence of the Yosi protects us in each of our steps, she takes care of us for several moons.
We are the Mystical Forest Horde, the one that fails attacks, but also the one that concretes them! We continue free roaming the Wild Southern Lands, lurking around the disgusting cities. With dark intentions in our minds and bodies, we are still in the shadows of the forests and mountains, conspiring to return when you least expect…
Long live the eco-extremist Mafia, the misanthropic Nihilists and the Chaotic individualists!
Long live the war against progress and the modern human!
… Thanks to the spirits of the ancients, for taking care of our steps, for erasing our tracks, for encouraging us every day. With the Occult and the Unknown we continue till we die…
Individualists Tending towards the Wild
-Mystical Horde of the Forest