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Repent all ye Sinners!
Reprint all ye Sengirs!
Listen to my word, which is the WORD OF GOD!
It sez Preacer_Man over there in the corner...
Repent all ye hapless fools, tempted and tricked by the LORD OF LIES!
I hate William Golding for that book...
Listen to my word and take it into your heart, so that you may have EVER-LASTING LIFE!
Not this bit...the oldest recorded life was that of a Native American guy at 146.
You think the "GAME" you play is an innocent passtime?
You think this "BOOK" you thump is the word of God?
Know ye this!!!
The spell checker's at the bottom.
SATAN works in subtle ways. He works in mischevious ways!
Like how my Korean Mountains in my R/W comingled with the Chinese ones in my R/G?
With every card you hoard like a rich man hoards gold!
...finish your sentence.
With every caress of the EVIL symbols that mark these WITCHES CARDS!
You need grammar help.
With every gaze you set upon the depictions of LUCIFER'S evil MINIONS!
So, Serra Angel is Satan's bitch?
...you are dragged one inch closer to the foul never-ending fires of HELL!
Not that bad, could be Fires of Yavamaya. That'd suck.
You do not believe me?
I don't even KNOW you.
Has you mind been corupted enough already that you think this a harmless passtime?
...guess not. If I was corrupted enough, I'd spam God's message boards with pro-Magic propaganda.
Then consider this!
In my congregation, there once was a boy we will call "Jimmy".
You call him Jimmy, I'm callin' him Timmy.
He was a good boy, always attentive in Sunday(blessed be that holy day)(AMEN!)School. He came to Worship So, Timmy's playin' white. services every week with his Father and Mother, and alway sang his best when there was a hymn to Tourach.
Then, one day, Jimmy met another boy we will call Bobby. I'm callin' him Jimmy. Bobby was not a good boy, and did not go to church. Instead, he would stay at home and play a "game" called Magic: the gathering all day. (the gathering? yes, SATAN gathering his new minions!) Completely different from God's Congregations...
Bobby taught Jimmy this game and gave him a pack of cards very much like an evil TAROT deck! Tarot cards aren't evil...it's that Madame Cleo that must be stopped!
Soon, Jimmy stopped going to church, and began "hanging out" with Bobby's other friends at a "game shop". Shouldn't the word "firends" be enquoted too?
Not even Jimmy's parents could persuede him to give up this "game" and come back to the flock, even though we prayed on it again and again. ? So you prayed he wouldn't? You make no sence.
When one day I came to Jimmy's house to speak with him, he spat venom at me and hissed! That's just his snake impression. It's cool at parites. Then I knew his soul was in the black claws of SATAN! Ha! We all know that Satan paints his chartruse.
GOD allmighty himself then intervined! He rained fire upn the "game shop", cleansing the souls of Jimmy, Bobby and all the rest of SATAN's new servants. I'll bet the weatherman caught hell for not predicting that one.
Jimmy's parents were in grief, of coarse, ...like sandpaper? but I counselled them by saying that it was GOD'S divine will, and that Jimmy's soul was now pure. Sure, he was roasted, GOD roasted, to a golden brown by the aforementioned raining fire, but the souls of his shoes became PURE!!!
Take this sad but true story to heart! Sad? Yeah, I'm cryin' a river.
Give up this game before it is too late! Surrender to dispair!
Don't become like young Jimmy and give your soul over to LUCIFER! Give? Nah, but perhaps I could rent him my soul...say, a month for a P9 set...
Take JESUS and his divine FATHER into your hearts and souls!
...OR THEY'LL KILL YOU!!!
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I laugh in your general direction. You're just pissy cuz they didn't reprint Preacher after The Dark.
Avant and quit mine sight, you foul imp of a pest!