I've only ever asked God for one thing: "Lord, make my enemies ridiculous," and he granted my request.
My immediate advice is to go buy Brewsters. It is a dictionary, and a quite fine one. This you should use to bludgeon yourself comatose each and every night, in the faint hope that some of the knowledge contained in it might be transferred. If not, it would at least leave you damaged enough that you wouldn't be coming here and violate our senses with your retarded babble.
Our megarich (James Bovill, Christine van Ooijsten, James Jackson, other celebrated assets to society) can afford to be made what we like to call Elven-immortal - immune to death by natural causes or disease but vulnerable to everything else that a normal human would be.
Re-lifing, however, is a HEATHEN PRACTICE. It should be BANNED. EVERYWHERE. Or CLEANSING FIRE shall have to be swept across the HERETIC PLANETS.
[center] God hasn't played dice with the universe since that fateful drunken night when he lost classical mechanics to the devil at craps.[/center]
Kostemetsia wrote:Our megarich (James Bovill, Christine van Ooijsten, James Jackson, other celebrated assets to society) can afford to be made what we like to call Elven-immortal - immune to death by natural causes or disease but vulnerable to everything else that a normal human would be.
Re-lifing, however, is a HEATHEN PRACTICE. It should be BANNED. EVERYWHERE. Or CLEANSING FIRE shall have to be swept across the HERETIC PLANETS.
You should be discrete about those proclamations Kost... some would call them casus belli
I've only ever asked God for one thing: "Lord, make my enemies ridiculous," and he granted my request.
My immediate advice is to go buy Brewsters. It is a dictionary, and a quite fine one. This you should use to bludgeon yourself comatose each and every night, in the faint hope that some of the knowledge contained in it might be transferred. If not, it would at least leave you damaged enough that you wouldn't be coming here and violate our senses with your retarded babble.
..No ones noticed that Kanuck literally created an afterlife?
..No?
'kay just checkin
Traileric Empire
Guide our souls to the Elysium Fields Bear us home upon our shields Lay coins across our brows and sound the bells We're paying our fare on the river to Hell And when our sons and mothers lay us upon the funeral pyre Tell them we died Hellenic soldiers with our faces to the fire
Trailers wrote:..No ones noticed that Kanuck literally created an afterlife?
..No?
'kay just checkin
Eh, I noticed. I always thought it was a little cheap, but I can't complain, what with having my old Emperor fight his way out of hell to continue his glorious genocide against the Elvish species.
Lol, just kidding.
"Please tell me that you haven't heard military gossip about a fleet of invisible battleplates."
Trailers wrote:..No ones noticed that Kanuck literally created an afterlife?
..No?
'kay just checkin
Afterlives really don't concern those of use who don't die...
... that's both an IC and OOC comment, by the way
I've only ever asked God for one thing: "Lord, make my enemies ridiculous," and he granted my request.
My immediate advice is to go buy Brewsters. It is a dictionary, and a quite fine one. This you should use to bludgeon yourself comatose each and every night, in the faint hope that some of the knowledge contained in it might be transferred. If not, it would at least leave you damaged enough that you wouldn't be coming here and violate our senses with your retarded babble.
Trailers wrote:..No ones noticed that Kanuck literally created an afterlife?
..No?
'kay just checkin
I created that prolly in '03, and it's been mentioned here a few times. It's why most of the population are members of the state religion - it's a faith that doesn't really require much faith.
One of these days I might actually get around to exporting it - which ICly shouldn't be too hard, given the afterlife bit and insane diversity of sects.
Anyway, it's only the logical extension of having a God Emperor - lots of folks do that, tho mine doesn't really do much, and never wanted the title. Always a real big believer in equality and democracy.
Guide our souls to the Elysium Fields Bear us home upon our shields Lay coins across our brows and sound the bells We're paying our fare on the river to Hell And when our sons and mothers lay us upon the funeral pyre Tell them we died Hellenic soldiers with our faces to the fire