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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

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

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 a

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, g

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 t

The next day. Noontime. There is a small and confused mob on the front steps of the Council Chamber. Zenith is standing on the base of a pillar and trying to get everyone to calm down so she can explain. "Everyone, please! Let me speak!" Her efforts only serve to enrage the crowd more. "Go away demon!" "We don't want you here!" "Go plague someone else!" Her temper is starting to boil. Be calm, Zenith. They are afraid and suspicious. I believe it is best to leave them to their fate. Zenith nods to herself and throws her hands high in the air. "Fine you blood sucking parasites! Perish and burn, but I will not return to save you!" She take