Post by Corey Bull on Jan 7, 2018 3:44:56 GMT
Hell sent us the most evil disease and we humans call it love.
— Conny Cernik
— Conny Cernik
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This is what you read, the belief of so many people....
1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.
4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.
5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.
6 And God said, “Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water.”
7 So God made the vault and separated the water under the vault from the water above it. And it was so.
8 God called the vault “sky.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the second day.
9 And God said, “Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear.” And it was so.
10 God called the dry ground “land,” and the gathered waters he called “seas.” And God saw that it was good.
11 Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so.
12 The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.
13 And there was evening, and there was morning—the third day.
2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.
4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.
5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.
6 And God said, “Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water.”
7 So God made the vault and separated the water under the vault from the water above it. And it was so.
8 God called the vault “sky.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the second day.
9 And God said, “Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear.” And it was so.
10 God called the dry ground “land,” and the gathered waters he called “seas.” And God saw that it was good.
11 Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so.
12 The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.
13 And there was evening, and there was morning—the third day.
But this....this is the reality of that story....because this is all it is..a story. A myth. Propaganda for the God-machine.
The ship, as large as an entire galaxy, slowly shifty out of its high speed drive and slowed, easing its way into the milky way. The ship, one of the wombs of the God-machine, put itself into a holding pattern around the star. It shined bright and much was happening in this galaxy.
'Computing....star sustainable.....scanning..................galaxy contains needed materials for formation of modular units.....commencing collection and formation.....'
Ports, hatches, and holds open and many, many star shaped ships, each one no bigger then a mini van, evacuate the ship. These drones, know as apostles, scatter throughout the region, collecting the chunk of stone, comet, asteroid, and anything else that is floating. Larger ships, these the size of aircraft carriers, break off from the ship and converge at various locations
'Collection complete....scanning...........................................locations located and verified.....MUF1,2, verified for solar and heat collection.....MUF3,4 verified for lifeforms creation.....MUF5, 6 verified for gas extraction......MUF7,8,9 verified for cold collection and various rare element formation.....commencing formation in 3.....2.....1....'
As one, the 9 ships, positioned at various parts of the solar system are bombarded by the apostle ships and their cargoes. On and on it goes and out of the chaos comes 9 circular formations of varying sizes. The planets of the solar system. The 9 ships that are bombarded by the others become the cores of each planet....and babies of the God-machine. ways it can connect itself like a circuit.
'Formation of modular units complete....commencing collection and creations....life sustaining elements dispersed....biological samples released....time till sustainable life and viable collection levels.....3 billion years.'
The womb ship leaves its orbit of the sun, as the 9 new planets begin their various rotations as dictated by the God-machines calculations. As it eases out of the galaxy, the womb ship stretches and contorts and disappears, on its way to another location. The nine planets, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and yes, Pluto begin their cycles.
3 billion years is not a long time for the God-machine. It does not understand time as you and us. But it does understand pain and destruction. That is part of why we are here. Why we have fallen. And why we have chosen to do as we do. Each little cog, unbroken and refined, works the God-machines will...whether they know it or not. But one ding...one crack....and it throws the God-machine off. And that.....that little victory means everything.
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**The tomb lay largely unfinished, though Mother Nature has conspired to attempt to finish it. Black roots of the ancient oaks of this area weave in and out of the broken walls, making a make shift screen of wood. The camera swings from side to side. If one didn't know the way....one would never have found this mausoleum in the middle of nowhere. Tiles that were layed long ago now are cracked and broken, some scattered by animals, others still in the ground giving the viewer an idea of how they were layed. Spider webs stretch between the roots of the trees and the broken walls. Clods of dirt lay here and there. Mushrooms crow, moss covers. The bones of a rat, maybe a possum, sits out next to what use to be a door. Standing above the door on top of the mausoleum, is a statue. That of a Bull, but like none ever seen. Three horns protrude from each side and its eyes seem sharper then the bovine's should. It is here the camera points when the crunching of crispy snow is heard and the camera turns to the Hatebringer walking into view**
"It use to be beautiful. It use to stand out against the woods...a dark heart of the woods. But time has done to it what it does to all mortal things. It has taken from it....little by little...till there is almost nothing of it left. And that is the way of this world. Something once beautiful is slowly eradicating. Slowly becoming like this tomb. Just a place for the dead to lie."
**The mask grins a knowing grin, one that is neither pleasant nor vile, but still unsettling**
"It is something we have seen before man even crawled out of its primordial hole. Something totally expected. After all...man is just a slave to a master they have never seen....yet rever time and time again. A so called god to them....but a falsehood in reality."
**A deep breath leaves the mouth of Bull and circles around his mask**
"But that is something for another time. Like all things...we must move on. And when the UCI closed its doors...no longer able to contain the madness within....the NBW opened it's doors and gladly wanted the madness. Violence. Destruction. These are the things that this place lives on and it is the very things we are going to bring to it. And in our very first match....we get a man we wanted to get a piece of since he entered the fray. For out of all those we have seen....he is of the most like minded to us. Someone willing to put it all out there with zero regard for what happens to him. Physical pain is a friend....violence a long time lover...pain our language."
"Legato....we seek this war with a similar want as you. To test ourself against others of like mindedness is the only way to evolve beyond our usual means of destruction. We need to be blooded from time to time...taken out of our comfort zone and forced to find new and sicker ways of causing pain. When our paradise was destroyed by our own hands....we became the fallen, the forsaken, and any other moniker one wants to put on us. And we became hateful."
**Bulls eyes seem to be cauldrons of fire**
"But we didn't hate us....we didn't hate man....we didn't hate a race, a sex, or a preference. We just hated. Pure...unadulterated....unfiltered and tempered....hate. Hate for anything we wanted to hate....at any given time. It is powerful....it is a weapon...but more then that to us...it has become a way of life. And our life.....it has been longer then you can imagine. Our hatred hasn't tempered off....it has only become stronger and more lethal."
"Our legacy Legato....matters little in the grand scheme of things. But you....nor anyone that is sitting in this place...at this moment...will EVER see our death. Death is the one mistress we do not know....though it has been close at times. But it isn't something you should concern yourself with....nor is our legacy in the past. And while you past is filled with a family that has waged war over and over again.....we were there....from one battle to the next. We have seen men hold their intestines in and crawl on stumps to a medic that could do nothing for them. Grown men reduced to crying pups with a spear stuck through their body. More blood and gore then this entire federation combined....and WE....WANT....MORE!"
**The light seems to have been sucked out of the place and only Bulls silver death mask and is cauldron eyes are seen**
"You have heard of our past...whispered from one side of the world to the other. Barbarian....monster...the Unholy one. An Angel of Hate. Maybe you want to hunt us Legato....maybe you even want to fuck us if that is your way. But looking into your eyes....we think that more then anything...you want to be us. To break the rules of....well everything. Life. Death. The world. To be feared and wanted. To ride alone forever and never take no for an answer."
"While that may seem fine and dandy....there is a problem. A very large and violent problem. US. We live among the very mortals we once returned to the creator....wearing their skin like a wolf among the sheep...our senses constantly drawing us closer to the prey. Our own kind hunt us and things from the very darkest of nightmares follows in our wake. Our blood pounds in our ears and swells through our muscles at the thought of taking a man and ripping him apart. You who would hunt us be warned....for we will turn the hunt against you. And you will fond our that you are not our hunters....that you are not our equals or betters....you are our prey"
"And Monday Bloody Monday....no matter where the two of us stand on the card Legato....we will be the part of the show everyone talks about. Because the world may not be ready for the war we are going to wage...but it has no choice. And no one is going to stand in our way from reaching the top. One fucking corpse at a time. One body bag, filled, tagged, and sent to its final resting place. In the end....everyone will be nailed by hate."
**Bull steps back, the light returning to normal, and strolls away from the camera is a slightly drunken walk, laughter cackling out of him like a mad man, demonic and dark in its nature. The camera slowly backs away and fades to black**