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Posted on 8/22/14 at 9:52 am to LasVegasTiger
He used magic swords that God placed in his hands.
Posted on 8/22/14 at 9:52 am to GeauxTigerTM
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You guys don't see it because everywhere you look your beliefs are confirmed. In fact, the irony is just how pissy most of you get when, on the rare occasion, a non-religious person DARES argue against some public slight!!! Then it's suddenly a WAR ON CHRISTIANS!!!11!!111
the tyranny of the majority...
Posted on 8/22/14 at 9:52 am to ctiger69
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Again, my faith and Christianity is not the topic here.
It is when it's the answer to your own question.
You asked why I bother. My answer is because YOU can't not engage me. It's tone deafness on your part.
It's like asking someone why they keep being angry, and their response is because you keep poking them in the eye...and then having the gall to say your actions are not the issue.
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If you are a happy athetist then you should not care what others believe in b/c you are right.
Asked and answered.
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What gives you the right to tell others they are wrong and why are you trying to force your believes on others?
First, I love the fact that you do not see the irony in this statement, but whatever.
Second...I really have no interest in trying to get others to believe what I do. While I think the world would be a better place, I just don't have the time or energy to try and convince 85% of the planet (even though most of them don't agree with each other) that they need to agree with me. Other can take on that task if they feel like it.
What I will do is oppose you guys...vigorously...so long as you try and force your beliefs onto this country. For the same reason I would fight that fight if ANY group was trying to do it based on a belief for which there was no real evidence. I'd like to think you would do the same. The problem here is it's YOUR belief which is the issue, and since you already presuppositionally agree with it, it's no up for debate as far as you're concerned.
Posted on 8/22/14 at 9:54 am to Peazey
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He used magic swords that God placed in his hands.
That is bad arse.
Posted on 8/22/14 at 9:57 am to forksup
quote:that was just a vivid dream bro.
Well, one night I went to sleep and I woke up. I woke up, but I didn't have any control over my body. My body gets up, opens the door of my room, and I begin walking down the stairs. This whole time I'm thinking to myself, "I wonder what I'm doing?" My body walks across the open living room to my parent's room, and proceeds to open their door. As soon as I'm inside, my body starts screaming like a friggin' maniac in whatever language it made up. In my head I'm still thinking, "What's going on?" My parents obviously wake up and they're confused as hell. They're asking me what's wrong, but I can't mouth anything because my body is going psychotic.
Suddenly my body makes a break for their bathroom, and it throws up until water is the only thing that's coming out. My mom is panicking and my dad just thinks I'm having a nightmare. After exhausting itself, my body scampers away to their closet, hides in a pile of clothes gathered up in the corner and falls asleep. I just remember hearing my dad saying, "It'll be ok" to my mom.
I don't know when, but before the morning my body walks back upstairs to my room from their closet. Same thing. I can think, but I can't control anything. When everybody is awake the next day, I have all control of my body again. For some reason I go down to my parent's room to apologize for the craziness last night, but they don't remember a thing.
Posted on 8/22/14 at 9:57 am to LasVegasTiger
The tale of beejon
The sunset sent rivulets of blood streaking across a goldenrod sky as he stepped out of his van at the local grocer's, an old shipping warehouse refitted some decades back. He could feel the heat shimmering off the black asphalt parking lot, making his soles uncomfortably warm. "Sho is hot today.", he said to no one in particular, "well, better get a move on, supper won't cook itself, no no no."
The cold blast of the chilled air was a soothing blanket as he walked in those sliding automatic doors, as if The Lord himself had opened them. "Thank ya kindly," beejon spoke with a slight upturn of his neck and his eyes towards the ceiling, then grabbed a buggy and began to make groceries.
Carrots, bellpeppers, onions, collard greens...beejon inspected each one with a tender hand, humming and muttering to himself all the while, turning them over, looking for bruises and dark spots. "Corruption in is a terrible sin," he quipped. The lady next to him gave him a queer look and stepped back to her buggy, but he paid her no mind, it was squash squeezing time.
When he got to the tomatoes, a hair raised on his neck, bristling...he began to sense an uncomfortable warmth spreading across his back. His smile faded in a blink, and his eyes focused in consternation as he slowly turned around. No longer was the store filled with just shoppers. Where once there were fresh bread and pastries now stood dark figures, shades given terrible form, as if shadows were engulfed in black fire. In guttural, inhuman tones a voice like thunder rolled from the things snarling lips.
"I have come for you, seer...the master bids you see true power, so you may quiver as your precious faith fails you..." Beejon's eyes were steely as his neck craned to meet the gaze of the beast. "Tell your master I am ready," he hissed, "a power greater than his flows through these veins."
Reaching into his buggy he selected a carrot and a stalk of celery, and holding them crossed in front of himself he uttered a prayer. The shade grimaced and growled at the words, and all of a sudden it was not produce in his hands, but flaming swords of holy fire. In response the beast opened his claws and a whip of black flame appeared. His dark minions skittered and surrounded beejon, cackling and hissing. The smells of brimstone and burnt flesh filled his nostrils.
Then they attacked...
The minions were like fiendish monkeys, shrieking and whooping as they closed in on him, spitting curses in a language too foul to utter. Beejon turned, keeping his eyes on their commander as he faced them. One lunged at him with blazing speed, but with the wide arc of his sword beejon cleft it in twain, the two halves writhing on the linoleum before melting into a bubbling tar. Another jumped upon his back, clinging to his skull as claws raked his scalp. A backward thrust through it's warped face caused it to scream with the sound of metal tearing. The next moment its head exploded like a rotted pumpkin.
Another raked a clawed hand across his cheek until he dispatched it by cleaving its skull in two as it burst in a cloud of umpteen flies, a maddening buzzing like a field of fetid corpses. One by one they attacked, and one by one they perished, the white hot flame of his weapons sending them back to whatever accursed plane they hailed from. Finally, only their leader and beejon remained in that place, eyes burning holes in each other. Then the beast spoke again.
"I AM KRAZZIRALL MOGGOTH! Servant of the infernal prince, lord of the innumerable damned! No mortal shall hear my name and live!" His whip cracked against beejon's face, a twisted scar forming as that dark fire seared his flesh. But he did not scream. He only grimaced and bellowed back. "I AM BEEJON! Servant of the one true redeemer! I am his sword that stands against the dark forces! Feel the wrath of the Lord's fury!"
The two rushed and a terrible sound of their battle filled the air, like the screams of a thousand dying suns. His blades flashed in arcs of silver heat as the beast's whip cracked and sizzled. Over and over they clashed until that evil lash found purchase and coiled around beejon's neck. The beast lifted him up off the ground, his legs dangling and twitching as the struggled for purchase where there was none. The demon smiled a hideous grin as it looked into beejon's eyes.
"Your master is weak, whelp. Gaze upon the face of power before you perish."
In a gasping breath, beejon spit and cursed. "When I die, I shall enter the house of my father. But you will only ever know the torment of the pits."
With his waning strength he raised his swords, crossed onto the thing's dark shoulders. With a snicker-snack he crossed them again and the grin faded from the beasts horrid lips. Its head tumbled down and its body twisted and writhed in great agony before imploding into a tiny ball of swirling shadow. As beejon fell to the floor, he heard a voice.
A voice that had no body attached to it, booming around him.
"Clean up in produce. Someone's had a bit of an accident."
The sunset sent rivulets of blood streaking across a goldenrod sky as he stepped out of his van at the local grocer's, an old shipping warehouse refitted some decades back. He could feel the heat shimmering off the black asphalt parking lot, making his soles uncomfortably warm. "Sho is hot today.", he said to no one in particular, "well, better get a move on, supper won't cook itself, no no no."
The cold blast of the chilled air was a soothing blanket as he walked in those sliding automatic doors, as if The Lord himself had opened them. "Thank ya kindly," beejon spoke with a slight upturn of his neck and his eyes towards the ceiling, then grabbed a buggy and began to make groceries.
Carrots, bellpeppers, onions, collard greens...beejon inspected each one with a tender hand, humming and muttering to himself all the while, turning them over, looking for bruises and dark spots. "Corruption in is a terrible sin," he quipped. The lady next to him gave him a queer look and stepped back to her buggy, but he paid her no mind, it was squash squeezing time.
When he got to the tomatoes, a hair raised on his neck, bristling...he began to sense an uncomfortable warmth spreading across his back. His smile faded in a blink, and his eyes focused in consternation as he slowly turned around. No longer was the store filled with just shoppers. Where once there were fresh bread and pastries now stood dark figures, shades given terrible form, as if shadows were engulfed in black fire. In guttural, inhuman tones a voice like thunder rolled from the things snarling lips.
"I have come for you, seer...the master bids you see true power, so you may quiver as your precious faith fails you..." Beejon's eyes were steely as his neck craned to meet the gaze of the beast. "Tell your master I am ready," he hissed, "a power greater than his flows through these veins."
Reaching into his buggy he selected a carrot and a stalk of celery, and holding them crossed in front of himself he uttered a prayer. The shade grimaced and growled at the words, and all of a sudden it was not produce in his hands, but flaming swords of holy fire. In response the beast opened his claws and a whip of black flame appeared. His dark minions skittered and surrounded beejon, cackling and hissing. The smells of brimstone and burnt flesh filled his nostrils.
Then they attacked...
The minions were like fiendish monkeys, shrieking and whooping as they closed in on him, spitting curses in a language too foul to utter. Beejon turned, keeping his eyes on their commander as he faced them. One lunged at him with blazing speed, but with the wide arc of his sword beejon cleft it in twain, the two halves writhing on the linoleum before melting into a bubbling tar. Another jumped upon his back, clinging to his skull as claws raked his scalp. A backward thrust through it's warped face caused it to scream with the sound of metal tearing. The next moment its head exploded like a rotted pumpkin.
Another raked a clawed hand across his cheek until he dispatched it by cleaving its skull in two as it burst in a cloud of umpteen flies, a maddening buzzing like a field of fetid corpses. One by one they attacked, and one by one they perished, the white hot flame of his weapons sending them back to whatever accursed plane they hailed from. Finally, only their leader and beejon remained in that place, eyes burning holes in each other. Then the beast spoke again.
"I AM KRAZZIRALL MOGGOTH! Servant of the infernal prince, lord of the innumerable damned! No mortal shall hear my name and live!" His whip cracked against beejon's face, a twisted scar forming as that dark fire seared his flesh. But he did not scream. He only grimaced and bellowed back. "I AM BEEJON! Servant of the one true redeemer! I am his sword that stands against the dark forces! Feel the wrath of the Lord's fury!"
The two rushed and a terrible sound of their battle filled the air, like the screams of a thousand dying suns. His blades flashed in arcs of silver heat as the beast's whip cracked and sizzled. Over and over they clashed until that evil lash found purchase and coiled around beejon's neck. The beast lifted him up off the ground, his legs dangling and twitching as the struggled for purchase where there was none. The demon smiled a hideous grin as it looked into beejon's eyes.
"Your master is weak, whelp. Gaze upon the face of power before you perish."
In a gasping breath, beejon spit and cursed. "When I die, I shall enter the house of my father. But you will only ever know the torment of the pits."
With his waning strength he raised his swords, crossed onto the thing's dark shoulders. With a snicker-snack he crossed them again and the grin faded from the beasts horrid lips. Its head tumbled down and its body twisted and writhed in great agony before imploding into a tiny ball of swirling shadow. As beejon fell to the floor, he heard a voice.
A voice that had no body attached to it, booming around him.
"Clean up in produce. Someone's had a bit of an accident."
This post was edited on 8/22/14 at 10:18 am
Posted on 8/22/14 at 9:57 am to fr33manator
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The blackness swirled around him.
He was drowning in an inky maelstrom, buffeted on all sides by the unknown. He saw a thousand thousand universes blink in and out of existence, leviathans born and grown and perished in less than a mote. The experience tore at his consciousness, making his brain feel as if it would burst.
And then it was over.
He opened his eyes and gazed upon a sea of brilliant white, stretching on into the horizon, unblemished. He sat up and realized he was naked, sitting upon a surface as blue as indigo, smooth and cool to the touch. That landscape of azure and ivory went on endlessly in every direction, so that he wondered if he was dead. "Is this heaven?", he thought. While indeed peaceful, this wasn't exactly what he'd imagined.
As he stared at the unending scape, he felt a presence behind him all of a sudden. He did not turn, he only spoke softly.
"I am not worthy."
"None are," the voice replied, a dulcet tone, gentle but powerful, "but they serve all the same."
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KRAZZIRALL MOGGOTH lay prostrate upon the white hot coals as waves of agony wracked his corrupted, misshapen form. Stunted winged imps poked and prodded at him with pointed sticks, piercing the blackened flesh at the joints, trying futilely to rejoin the limbs where they had been torn apart during his return to the infernal realm. In a cacophony that sounded like a thousand broken church bells pealing off key, the flames filled the chamber and a gargantuan figure appeared. Twisted horns wreathed its head like a crown and pierced back into the pallid skin above its mouth, becoming fangs.
Drool dripped from its gaping maw and hissed and sizzled as it dissolved an imp foolish enough to be beneath it. It did not scream for long. KRAZZIRALL MOGGOTH rose like a broken plaything, joints jutting at odd angles that were /wrong/ even in this place. He did not meet his master's gaze, and his voice, powerful as it was, seemed pitiful before the terrible archdemon before him.
"My liege," he began,"he is more powerful than we believed. He slaughtered my minions and drew upon some deep strength. He was within my grasp, but somehow he found the wherewithal to strike a blow. Give me another chance and I wi-."
His sentence was cut off by a bellowing that incinerated the imps around him and made him wither. The great Defiler spoke with a voice that could pulverize stone and turn iron to rust, like an army of banshees beating drums made of human flesh.
"You...have...failed...me."
The air grew so hot it shimmered. Hunks of KRAZZIRALL MOGGOTH's skin turned to ash. He opened his mouth to beg for mercy but found his tongue had melted. Terror and pain crawled out his throat in a gurgled cry as his eyeballs boiled and burst.
"If power is his strength..."
His bones shattered and splintered inside his skin.
"Then flesh is his weakness..."
One by one his ribs burst from his chest, leaving ragged holes that dripped gore.
"Summon the ageless harlot...GUZILKUMMAR ALIDAAL..."
What was left of his skin sloughed off. His innards collapsed into a neat pile before catching fire.
"I shall send the one known as Paige..."
"
The blackness swirled around him.
He was drowning in an inky maelstrom, buffeted on all sides by the unknown. He saw a thousand thousand universes blink in and out of existence, leviathans born and grown and perished in less than a mote. The experience tore at his consciousness, making his brain feel as if it would burst.
And then it was over.
He opened his eyes and gazed upon a sea of brilliant white, stretching on into the horizon, unblemished. He sat up and realized he was naked, sitting upon a surface as blue as indigo, smooth and cool to the touch. That landscape of azure and ivory went on endlessly in every direction, so that he wondered if he was dead. "Is this heaven?", he thought. While indeed peaceful, this wasn't exactly what he'd imagined.
As he stared at the unending scape, he felt a presence behind him all of a sudden. He did not turn, he only spoke softly.
"I am not worthy."
"None are," the voice replied, a dulcet tone, gentle but powerful, "but they serve all the same."
|||
KRAZZIRALL MOGGOTH lay prostrate upon the white hot coals as waves of agony wracked his corrupted, misshapen form. Stunted winged imps poked and prodded at him with pointed sticks, piercing the blackened flesh at the joints, trying futilely to rejoin the limbs where they had been torn apart during his return to the infernal realm. In a cacophony that sounded like a thousand broken church bells pealing off key, the flames filled the chamber and a gargantuan figure appeared. Twisted horns wreathed its head like a crown and pierced back into the pallid skin above its mouth, becoming fangs.
Drool dripped from its gaping maw and hissed and sizzled as it dissolved an imp foolish enough to be beneath it. It did not scream for long. KRAZZIRALL MOGGOTH rose like a broken plaything, joints jutting at odd angles that were /wrong/ even in this place. He did not meet his master's gaze, and his voice, powerful as it was, seemed pitiful before the terrible archdemon before him.
"My liege," he began,"he is more powerful than we believed. He slaughtered my minions and drew upon some deep strength. He was within my grasp, but somehow he found the wherewithal to strike a blow. Give me another chance and I wi-."
His sentence was cut off by a bellowing that incinerated the imps around him and made him wither. The great Defiler spoke with a voice that could pulverize stone and turn iron to rust, like an army of banshees beating drums made of human flesh.
"You...have...failed...me."
The air grew so hot it shimmered. Hunks of KRAZZIRALL MOGGOTH's skin turned to ash. He opened his mouth to beg for mercy but found his tongue had melted. Terror and pain crawled out his throat in a gurgled cry as his eyeballs boiled and burst.
"If power is his strength..."
His bones shattered and splintered inside his skin.
"Then flesh is his weakness..."
One by one his ribs burst from his chest, leaving ragged holes that dripped gore.
"Summon the ageless harlot...GUZILKUMMAR ALIDAAL..."
What was left of his skin sloughed off. His innards collapsed into a neat pile before catching fire.
"I shall send the one known as Paige..."
"
Posted on 8/22/14 at 9:57 am to GeauxTigerTM
quote:
Second...I really have no interest in trying to get others to believe what I do
So you just want to judge and tell others what they believe in is wrong. Ok.
Where are you getting your information from and where is your evidence that god does not exist??
My new question still stands. My faith is not the topic again. Just to remind you.
Posted on 8/22/14 at 9:58 am to ctiger69
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There is a ton of evidence to support it. Thousands of eye witnesses and testimony. You just choose not to believe it.
quote:
Man is not as smart as he thinks he is.
Posted on 8/22/14 at 9:59 am to CarRamrod
I've had my entire family experience.... weird stuff.
You can't write every instance off as a dream or an individual with delusions.
You can't write every instance off as a dream or an individual with delusions.
Posted on 8/22/14 at 10:00 am to ctiger69
quote:Dude, do you not see how ridiculous this statement is?
So you just want to judge and tell others what they believe in is wrong.
quote:Shouldn't the burden be on the person claiming the presence of something, not the absence?
where is your evidence that god does not exist?
It's like me asking if you believe in unicorns with chainsaws for hands. No? Prove they don't exist.
ETA: Pardon me. I forgot you only have the ability to discuss a topic with one person at a time.
This post was edited on 8/22/14 at 10:06 am
Posted on 8/22/14 at 10:00 am to ctiger69
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GeauxtigerTM, can you validate your atheism?
There's no need to, any more so than there is a need to validate my disbelief in faeries or unicorns.
The issue is the existence of deities. The default position, I as see it, is not assuming there is anything. Not necessarily believing there is NO deity, just that there's no reason to assume there is. That's the starting point.
Now...here's where things get tricky, and where you will obviously not agree. When OTHERS declare a deity exists (or anything for that matter) they take on the burden of proving their claim. Seems easy enough to grasp. the problem comes in because those that tend to believe in supernatural things, can't provide anything remotely like the kind of evidence any reasonable person would expect to prove the existence of a thing. They're forced to say things like, "My faith is all I need," or, "My God defies being proven with evidence...He's outside of that!"
While that may see like evidence enough for someone who ALREADY believes a thing, it's not remotely in the ballpark for someone waiting on actual evidence.
In short...I'm waiting to be shown evidence your claim is true. Until then, I'll assume thee is likely nothing until I can be shown there likely is something. I don't need to prove my waiting on your evidence...
Posted on 8/22/14 at 10:02 am to GeauxTigerTM
If your only desire is to grasp the tangible, then you can never grasp the infinite.
Posted on 8/22/14 at 10:05 am to Papercutninja
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If your only desire is to grasp the tangible, then you can never grasp the infinite.
You can't grasp the intangible anyway. That's sort of the definition.
This post was edited on 8/22/14 at 10:06 am
Posted on 8/22/14 at 10:05 am to ctiger69
quote:
So you just want to judge and tell others what they believe in is wrong. Ok.
No...so long as their beliefs do not impact me. Is it that you're being obtuse, or that I'm not being clear enough?
I'm quite sure there are a ton of things I could think about it I tried hard enough that I disagree with certain people about, but because their beliefs and actions have no direct impact on my life, I've never once felt the need to talk to them about it. Ever. I'd go so far as to say that there are likely even more things out there that people believe that I don't even know about and because they have no impact on my life I don;t even know who NOT to engage about their crazy beliefs.
quote:
Where are you getting your information from and where is your evidence that god does not exist??
Asked and answered...again.
Posted on 8/22/14 at 10:07 am to Papercutninja
quote:
If your only desire is to grasp the tangible, then you can never grasp the infinite.
Whatever you say, Deepak.
I think the technical term for what you just wrote is "woo."
Posted on 8/22/14 at 10:07 am to fr33manator
(golf clap) 
Posted on 8/22/14 at 10:08 am to BigEdLSU
quote:
You can't write every instance off as a dream or an individual with delusions.
The human brain is the most complex device on the planet. We'll never fully understand it.
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