Aug. 9th, 2005
101 Games Fundies Play
Aug. 9th, 2005 04:45 pmGames Fundies Play: Copyrighted by John Richards 2005
1. "I'm OK. You're a horrible sinner!" The fundie has been busy castigating others for their "sins" when it comes out that he himself has been committing rather serious sins. He then trots out the "everyone sins" message to absolve himself of responsibility, as if HIS sins are completely unimportant because "everyone does it", then continues lambasting others for their "sins".
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1. "I'm OK. You're a horrible sinner!" The fundie has been busy castigating others for their "sins" when it comes out that he himself has been committing rather serious sins. He then trots out the "everyone sins" message to absolve himself of responsibility, as if HIS sins are completely unimportant because "everyone does it", then continues lambasting others for their "sins".
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The truth about Potter-Sue
Aug. 9th, 2005 05:28 pmMy great-great grandmother fled Ireland with nothing but the family rosary, a loaf of black bread and a half-sidhe baby riding badly in her womb. (It was actually my great-great grandfather, running away from the family that had committed him to the priesthood)
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Gone to Hell--Back in 10
Aug. 9th, 2005 05:39 pmSeventh Level of Hell
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Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.
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Knowing me, I'm probably doing the Minotaur.
I knew I picked a bad year to quit masturbating.
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Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.
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Knowing me, I'm probably doing the Minotaur.
I knew I picked a bad year to quit masturbating.
The Doll Meme
Aug. 9th, 2005 08:52 pmMe
( yes, I did cut my hair )
My Mary Sue, Clarissa, for HP
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My avatar, Dr. Ruth Wickersham.
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( yes, I did cut my hair )
My Mary Sue, Clarissa, for HP
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My avatar, Dr. Ruth Wickersham.
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