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Lady Phia Wrote:
No it's WWZJDFTW?
Twilight Justice Wrote:
Jesus is already a zombie by definition, so the Z is redundant. The real question is WWRJDFTW?  
Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 7:54 pm
Krono Zero Wrote:
No. Jesus is not a zombie. I shall now take a few moments to explain.
"For The Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the archangel's call, and
with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first; then we who are alive,
who are left, shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet The Lord in the air."
(1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 RSV)
1. Jesus will come back to life
2. Jesus will fly around
"And with bright yellow aura will he fall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven, and
then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the Son of man coming on the clouds of
heaven with power and great strength." (Matthew 24:29-31 RSV)
1. Jesus will have a bright yellow aura around him
2. Jesus will be rippe

A little before dawn, the next day.
There are no Pilbara to crow where the group slept, but Zenith still gets up dark and early, and she hates it. As much as she tries to get back to sleep, she just can't manage it. With a resigned sigh, the stiff-limbed woman clambers to her feet and stretches towards the sky.
"Man, oh man do I need some coffee. It doesn't look like this place has any though. Nuts." Zenith scoops a bit of water out of the fountain and drinks it eagerly, but quietly. The water is crisp and refreshing. Satisfied, she ties her dreadlocks up in a mop, though she is still not used to feeling them wave and float about.
"Here we go!" she groans and takes wing. After a few minutes of soreness from sleeping on the ground, she gets limber and feels ready to face the day. When she returns to the group a few Thieves are up as well, so she decides to collect everybody and head out. The great blue dawn is already presenting itself. She recruits the standing members of her troupe to

Dusk.
"Oh! There it is! I can see it!" bubbles Jewel. The crowd perks up and they quicken their pace. Members of the sleepy village step out of their homes, curious as to why a very large group is invading their homes. The Thieves and Assassins spread out in the town's central plaza, gathering in groups of three and four. Several crowd around the central fountain, which ran with clear and pure water. Many nurse their wounds, for only a few escaped unscathed in the fight with the Zoma.
A well rounded Hume cautiously approaches the edge of the crowd and calls out, "Hello? May I speak to the man in charge?" He twiddles his fingers nervously and wonders why a few Thieves are snickering at him. "Hello? Hello!" He is interrupted by a gruff looking Thief.
"Talk ta Zenith," growls the man, "and stop making a pest of yourself." Ya-amatol slaps him lightly on the shoulder and scolds him for being rude. She stands up and smiles kindly at the man. "I'm sorry for Jack's behavior. Please, let me get

Growled whispers in the dark. Bright lights. A scream.
With a strangled cry, Zenith springs out of the pile of furs she was sleeping in and ignites her hands. The flames are dark purple and lacking the characteristic crackle of fire. She becomes unnerved by the fire and puts it out, while scanning the room for danger. Lily struggles to sit upright and yawns heavily.
"Wha's goin on, babe?" she manages to get out. Zenith looks high strung and tense, but attempts to calm down.
"We need to go. Now. Wake the others. They're coming." The Korrigan begins a prowl around the perimeter, making sure the palace is still safe. Lily walks around, gently shaking shoulders and issuing warnings. She doesn't doubt her friend's warnings, and knows that the sooner they leave, the sooner they can rest again. When Zenith returns, the group quietly escapes out a tunnel that is hidden behind rubble. The passage leads out on the cliff that overlooks the city. The front gates are alight with fire and screams of

Just before nightfall. The Assassins guild.
The gates close behind the tired bunch as the drag their feet into the grounds in front of the lavish Assassins palace. A guard approaches them.
"It is good that you came when you did, as we were getting ready to start final preparations without you." The man is a lean, oriental looking fellow, dressed as the sand people do in the deserts, although his clothes are black. "Come, we have dinner prepared for you."
They perk up considerably at the thought of a hot meal and a soft bed for the night. When they finally arrive they are not disappointed. Between bites, the Thieves make conversation with the Assassins. There were only three more Assassins than there were Thieves, which surprised both parties. Each expected the other to be an army.
Having blocked off most of the palace with homemade bombs and explosives, both groups formed into one, communally sleeping in a room to conserve heat. It helped that there were furs aplenty. Lotus and Lily wa