I would burn this church down and piss on its ashes.
I would burn this church down and piss on its ashes.
Originally posted by Dr McBeefington
http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2010/10/05/westboro-baptist-church-defend-military-funeral-protests-high-court/I would burn this church down and piss on its ashes.
Originally posted by ares834
I'm just waiting for Fred Phelps to die so I can protest at his funeral.
This kind of religious bullshit should not be tolerated. Although I don't foresee the father winning at the Supreme Court due to that damn old 1st amendment, it would be phenomenal of he did. I wish they pulled that shit here, I would burn that hellhole down.
Originally posted by Lucius
I dare say Pakistan may be one of the most useless allies we have. Entire terrorist networks chill within their borders and they do jack shit about it.
Worse, they're secretly supporting the Taliban while undermining our efforts.
http://www.foxnews.com/world/2010/10/06/report-pakistan-pushing-taliban-fight/
Also this: http://www.foxnews.com/us/2010/10/07/texas-college-student-shot-killed-mexico/
Finally, an American has been killed. It's time we take some of our troops out of the Middle East and deploy them into Mexico. With 10-15,000 troops, we'll be able to wipe out these drug cartels.
Originally posted by Didja Redo
THE HISTORY OF THE ARCSPart 1: Origin
On the harshest day of winter, an ancient god of battle stirred. Rising from an eons-long torpor, vague flashes of memory boiled in his mind. Fading power. Dwindling worshippers. A civilisation that revered him, becoming complacent in their dominance. Colosseums replaced by marketplaces. His temples overtaken by gods of wealth and decadence. Forsaken. Forgotten.
The chill in the air that once invigorated him now seeped into his bones and leeched away his strength, and he knew that his time would soon come.
But the god was stubborn, and refused to let himself fade into obscurity. Determined to leave one final mark upon the world, he summoned the last of his power and set himself to the task of creating life.
From the stone of the craggy mountains, he chiselled the creature's sturdy bones. From the frozen earth, he shaped the creature's dense muscle. From the snow and frost, he weaved the creature's alabaster skin. From the frigid air, he spun the creature's leathery wings.
Finally, from his own divine spark, the god fashioned the creature's life. As its heart began to beat, the creature opened its eyes and gazed upon the world for the first time.
But the creature was not an Arc.
As the creature rose unsteadily to its feet, trying in vain to shield its body from the cold, the god spoke.
"Know this. You are all that I am, and all that I was. You are my rage and my revelry. You are my fortitude and my courage. You are my bloodied sword, my battered armour, and my stalwart shield. I am war, and you are my legacy."
And with those last words, the god was swept away by the wind and vanished forever. The creature was left alone and confused, pondering the significance of what it had been told.
But the creature was not an Arc.
Moments later, the creature was roused from its musings by the sound of heavy footsteps. From the trees, a terrible, snarling beast approached, teeth bared, muscles bunched. Before the creature could react, the beast lunged forward and felled it with a mighty swipe. The creature crumpled to the ground, its vision blurred and its breath ragged.
As if on instinct, it rolled to the side to avoid a further attack, but it was too late. Already the beast was bearing down, and the creature found itself pinned and helpless.
In desperation, the creature reached forward and grasped the beast's jaws, pushing forward and barely stopping teeth from meeting flesh. But the beast was too powerful. Not even the fear of death gave the creature the strength to hold the beast back. Inch by inch, the fangs approached the creature's throat, even as it fought with all its might.
But the creature was not an Arc.
Suddenly, the creature's vision began to cloud red, and within its racing mind, the words of its creator echoed.
"I am war, and you are my legacy."
And the creature understood. And as it understood, it found new strength. And as it found new strength, it looked upon the beast and felt not fear, but anger. How DARE it attack like this? How DARE it behave as though the creature was easy prey?
And in that moment, the beast changed. No longer a danger to be escaped from, it was now a foe to be defeated.
The creature lifted one hand high into the air and brought it down sharply, driving its fingers into the beast's eye. With a brutal twist, it wrenched the vulnerable orb from its socket and tore it away.
As the beast reared back in pain and shock, the creature charged forward and wrestled it to the ground, sitting astride it. Hands of iron fastened themselves around the beast's throat and squeezed. The beast clawed and tore at the creature's back, but the creature did not flinch.
Soon, the beast's assault began to abate as it became desperate to escape the choking grasp. It struggled and flailed, but to no avail. The creature remained rigid, never once giving an inch.
Eventually, the beast went limp, but the creature did not let go until it felt the windpipe crumple beneath its thumbs. When it was finally assured of its victory, the creature staggered to its feet and gazed upon its kill.
The beast was dead, and the battle was over. Slowly but surely, adrenaline and fury gave way to pain and fatigue. But even as blood coursed from its wounds, the creature threw back its head and roared, proclaiming its triumph to the heavens and the hells alike.
And thus, the first Arc was born.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Asgard...
"Holy ****ing shit."
"Am I seeing this right? Did that thing just fight a bear? And WIN?"
"Holy ****ing shit."
"Dude. Whatever the hell that is, we need more of it. What was it, mountain rock, frozen dirt, cold air and pure, deific battlelust or something? Write this shit down. We're making a male version. This is gonna be awesome."
"Holy ****ing shit."
Originally posted by Didja Redo
THE HISTORY OF THE ARCSPart 2: Military Record
Surprisingly, despite their infamously bloodthirsty nature and prizing of martial prowess above all else, the Arcs have only ever been involved in a single war. However, this is mostly because it doesn't really count as a "war" when your enemies surrender before you even have the chance to invade them.
The one war in which they did participate was an extremely brief one, ending after a single battle. A firsthand account of the events is provided by excerpts recovered from the journal of a cleric, who resided in the defending nation at the time.
...and as the dreadful, black-winged creatures descended upon our fair land, I, the high priest of our most sacred temple, did commune with our god, that he might grant us his favour in the coming battle. And as I prayed, a blinding light did shine from the heavens, and I wept in awe as I beheld the radiant visage of our god. And as I knelt before him in reverence, I heard his hallowed voice, and it spoke thus:
"Listen. I don't normally do the whole 'avatar' thing, but you folks have been pretty cool about worshipping me and stuff, so I figure I owe it to you to just come right out and lay this on the line.
These people can choke grizzly bears to death with their bare hands. I'm not exaggerating. Every single one of them is descended from a woman who, as her very first act in the world, strangled a ****ing bear. Some people cry, some people suck on their mother's ***, this chick strangled a bear.
She also went to some amount of trouble to ensure that her children were able to strangle bears. She was very fussy about that particular point, I believe. In fact, as I recall, she swore to disown and execute any son or daughter who wasn't able to do it, although that never really became an issue because none of them ever failed.
Anyway, the important thing is, you are up against a horde of bear-stranglers. I realise I'm harping on that issue a bit, but under the circumstances, I feel that it needs to be driven home.
Also, those scythes? They can cut three armoured men in half with one swing.
So I don't know what you think you're going to do with your pretty swords and feathered helmets and shit, and I don't know what you expect ME to do other than tell you to start running, because you are so completely ****ed. So completely ****ed.
Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna split. I don't know if these things have worked out how to kill gods yet, but I'd rather not stick around to find out. Blessings upon you, and all that. Adios."
And lo, the people did despair.
After the ensuing rout, the (few) survivors acknowledged their utter defeat and raised the white flag. Since then, every nation in the known world has pre-emptively surrendered to the Arcs just to be on the safe side, which technically makes theirs the largest empire that has ever existed.
Unfortunately, being almost as dangerous to themselves as they are to other people, their race isn't nearly prolific enough to occupy so much territory. Despite owning most of the world, the vast majority of the Arcs choose to continue residing in their homeland of Rosalina Island. Only one instance of organised emigration has ever been recorded, when a small group of Arcs banded together and set sail in the hopes of colonising one of their new lands.
Upon receiving word of the Arcs' approach, the country was promptly evacuated.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITtK8zB3xFo
Can someone like that really exist? I mean really?
