The tomb's locked door shudders. The grass around the tomb withers and turns brown. The tempature, though winter, gets warmer as the shuddering strengthens. A mocking laugh sounds beneath the heavy stone door and the lock twists and snaps. The shudders stops instantly, as if there was no movement at all. Cracking knuckles and reformation of bones comes from within the tomb. The stone door is split in half, a large crack running down the middle. The doors burst from their bolts and flies ten feet from the tomb. Another mocking laugh comes from the dark depth of the tomb. I take my bow as the sunlight hits my pale skin. --- I'm back for today. How about that? Colin is still alive. I didn't go to school today. It's hypocritical of me not to, too. I didn't have any pants! Unless they wanted me to come in my boxers, I couldn't readily go. As much as that statement surely makes a few females cry - *snickers* - I just couldn't go. Looking back, I suppose I should have... had stuff to do and such. I keep partial tabs on some of my older friends at WHS and I can't help but laugh at their lives. It is not that their lives are very hard. It is, simply put, that they lack any form of common sense at all. I have made mistakes in the past, sure, but I can always fix them. If I cannot fix them, then they are not worth fixing. Moving was one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I have grown in mind and body. One of the main problems of staying in one place all your life is that you are ignorant to the world around you. My travels have just made me into more of an Atheist (I love being an Atheist. I was an Atheist since I was eight years old. No, I was not Christian/Other-Religion before then. At eight I could make a coherent choice in my life. I chose to be open-minded.) I am going to suggest an Atheist Club at my school, Sprayberry high School, and I am hoping they like the idea. The problem with Atheists is that we are not mobilized. We are amorphous, no shape to our style of life. If we can come together and take a piece of this world for ourselves, I believe the Christians and all others that call us heathens, or whatever their deity tells them to call us, will see that we are very serious about our views. I find it funny, however, that people put others into mental asylums for being schitzophrenic, but they do not put religious people into those very asylums. Is not "I hear (Enter someone's name) Elvis talking to me" the same than "God has told me (Something) someone is going to attack the president on whatever-day"? I mean... what is the difference? Someone really needs to start that Church of Elvis! Poor bastards. If I understand correctly, I can commit genocide and blame it on the Christian deity for it to be A-Okay with the world. If that is the case, then let us go on a killing spree! *laughs* Everyone who has met me know I am not one for religion. I am logical, if anything, and I do not care about Jesus' whore of a mother. It is obvious that Joseph was a eunich and Mary wanted a kid. They were low on whatever currency they used and she sold herself for money. Hah! That means Christianity is formed from a prostitute and a bastard-son (He would have been a bastard either way: some middle-eastern guy or Yahweh). Another thing, I do not get is that there are tons of books about gods and fantasy (see: Dragons of Autumn Twilight), but no one sees it as religious text? Paladine is obviously a much better 'good' god than ol' Yahweh/God. Hell, Takhisis is a better deity than Yahweh/God! Atleast Paladine was a cool god. He was Fizban! Fizban was a good guy. If anyone religious would care to.. hm... -try- and prove me wrong.. Please do. It will be fun before you start threatening me, sending me to -YOUR- hell, and whatever else you sheep think God will do. Plus, Jesus took my birthday: http://www.manilatimes.net/national/2006/dec/17/yehey/opinion/20061217opi2.html That's it for me, Colin 'Better-than-Jesus' Sellers | 
