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In the middle of the ocean, A large dormant volcano. It's pinnacle goes more than a mile up from the water's surface. A true spectacle of a sight.
A jar of a million cultures, thrown together. Sometimes, in a paranoid state, I sit there and I wonder if people have lived once before. They know things, they are much more prepared than me. They know exactly what they are doing.
Born without a set level of importance. Nothing blatant in the environment that would inert a role on society or lifestyles. One race of people. No one else. The original people noticed a few things. People live, people die. A recurring cycle which will always haunt everyone. Frantic to set out their fundamental foundations for their new system.
A group of highly engaged philisophical orphans is all they were. Searching for one thing in particular, purpose. Other than surviving, because lets face it; a life devoted to survival isin't about us. It's about our children and their children. Who wants a future generation stamping out the fires we once lit for them?
Carrying the burden of starting false worship is not easy y'know. The people that started this, knew people wouldn't believe it. So they needed something convincing. Something unbelievable, to keep the followers following. They called it Religion .
Bah. Make what you will.
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10 lonesome, desperate heads in a line. All bowing to their death. Decapitated after one big "SCHWING". You start in a dark, dark corridor. A giant wooden door is the only way to go. It opens suprisingly easier than expected. You open the door. The opposite wall is covered by a giant mirror. The 2 adjoining walls contain multi-coloured clown costumes that continue to twitch eerily. The eyes are all looking at you. Even though they have none.
The floor dissapears and you are dropping from the sky. The rural landscape is becoming closer and closer. Greener and greener. You fall with an absolutely sickening thud. You ask God "please please please please please PLEEEEEASE!". He/It/She/No one (depending on level of gullibility. Wooooow, definately shoudn't have said that) are suprised at how ignorant you are.
Your turn. You come up with one for Castration Island.
A jar of a million cultures, thrown together. Sometimes, in a paranoid state, I sit there and I wonder if people have lived once before. They know things, they are much more prepared than me. They know exactly what they are doing.
Born without a set level of importance. Nothing blatant in the environment that would inert a role on society or lifestyles. One race of people. No one else. The original people noticed a few things. People live, people die. A recurring cycle which will always haunt everyone. Frantic to set out their fundamental foundations for their new system.
A group of highly engaged philisophical orphans is all they were. Searching for one thing in particular, purpose. Other than surviving, because lets face it; a life devoted to survival isin't about us. It's about our children and their children. Who wants a future generation stamping out the fires we once lit for them?
Carrying the burden of starting false worship is not easy y'know. The people that started this, knew people wouldn't believe it. So they needed something convincing. Something unbelievable, to keep the followers following. They called it Religion .
Bah. Make what you will.
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10 lonesome, desperate heads in a line. All bowing to their death. Decapitated after one big "SCHWING". You start in a dark, dark corridor. A giant wooden door is the only way to go. It opens suprisingly easier than expected. You open the door. The opposite wall is covered by a giant mirror. The 2 adjoining walls contain multi-coloured clown costumes that continue to twitch eerily. The eyes are all looking at you. Even though they have none.
The floor dissapears and you are dropping from the sky. The rural landscape is becoming closer and closer. Greener and greener. You fall with an absolutely sickening thud. You ask God "please please please please please PLEEEEEASE!". He/It/She/No one (depending on level of gullibility. Wooooow, definately shoudn't have said that) are suprised at how ignorant you are.
Your turn. You come up with one for Castration Island.
Heh and the last part was me breaking out and has no connection with the main peice about whatever it's about. Hence the line.
Ta Strafio :¬P
Ta Strafio :¬P
but yeah, it wasn't about that, I know. :-)
nicely done scene.
nicely done scene.
It isin't my theory. I was just bored.
Make what you will kind sir.
Make what you will kind sir.
Hehe.
Nice try, but ancient people weren't that smart.
I think that they really genuinely believe in God's and Spirits, and I think that many people who used religion to do bad things genuinely fooled themselves into thinking it was the right thing to do...
sort... :-)
Nice try, but ancient people weren't that smart.
I think that they really genuinely believe in God's and Spirits, and I think that many people who used religion to do bad things genuinely fooled themselves into thinking it was the right thing to do...
sort... :-)
In the middle of the ocean, A large dormant volcano. It's pinnacle goes more than a mile up from the water's surface. A true spectacle of a sight.
A jar of a million cultures, thrown together. Sometimes, in a paranoid state, I sit there and I wonder if people have lived once before. They know things, they are much more prepared than me. They know exactly what they are doing.
Born without a set level of importance. Nothing blatant in the environment that would inert a role on society or lifestyles. One race of people. No one else. The original people noticed a few things. People live, people die. A recurring cycle which will always haunt everyone. Frantic to set out their fundamental foundations for their new system.
A group of highly engaged philisophical orphans is all they were. Searching for one thing in particular, purpose. Other than surviving, because lets face it; a life devoted to survival isin't about us. It's about our children and their children. Who wants a future generation stamping out the fires we once lit for them?
Carrying the burden of starting false worship is not easy y'know. The people that started this, knew people wouldn't believe it. So they needed something convincing. Something unbelievable, to keep the followers following. They called it Religion .
Bah. Make what you will.
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10 lonesome, desperate heads in a line. All bowing to their death. Decapitated after one big "SCHWING". You start in a dark, dark corridor. A giant wooden door is the only way to go. It opens suprisingly easier than expected. You open the door. The opposite wall is covered by a giant mirror. The 2 adjoining walls contain multi-coloured clown costumes that continue to twitch eerily. The eyes are all looking at you. Even though they have none.
The floor dissapears and you are dropping from the sky. The rural landscape is becoming closer and closer. Greener and greener. You fall with an absolutely sickening thud. You ask God "please please please please please PLEEEEEASE!". He/It/She/No one (depending on level of gullibility. Wooooow, definately shoudn't have said that) are suprised at how ignorant you are.
Your turn. You come up with one for Castration Island.
A jar of a million cultures, thrown together. Sometimes, in a paranoid state, I sit there and I wonder if people have lived once before. They know things, they are much more prepared than me. They know exactly what they are doing.
Born without a set level of importance. Nothing blatant in the environment that would inert a role on society or lifestyles. One race of people. No one else. The original people noticed a few things. People live, people die. A recurring cycle which will always haunt everyone. Frantic to set out their fundamental foundations for their new system.
A group of highly engaged philisophical orphans is all they were. Searching for one thing in particular, purpose. Other than surviving, because lets face it; a life devoted to survival isin't about us. It's about our children and their children. Who wants a future generation stamping out the fires we once lit for them?
Carrying the burden of starting false worship is not easy y'know. The people that started this, knew people wouldn't believe it. So they needed something convincing. Something unbelievable, to keep the followers following. They called it Religion .
Bah. Make what you will.
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10 lonesome, desperate heads in a line. All bowing to their death. Decapitated after one big "SCHWING". You start in a dark, dark corridor. A giant wooden door is the only way to go. It opens suprisingly easier than expected. You open the door. The opposite wall is covered by a giant mirror. The 2 adjoining walls contain multi-coloured clown costumes that continue to twitch eerily. The eyes are all looking at you. Even though they have none.
The floor dissapears and you are dropping from the sky. The rural landscape is becoming closer and closer. Greener and greener. You fall with an absolutely sickening thud. You ask God "please please please please please PLEEEEEASE!". He/It/She/No one (depending on level of gullibility. Wooooow, definately shoudn't have said that) are suprised at how ignorant you are.
Your turn. You come up with one for Castration Island.