The Truth

Any system based on a lie, any lie, no matter where within the foundation or how minute in the qualitative sense of it's entry in the lines, regardless of how well shrouded it might be whether actively or passively, of how much "good" it produces through the system it directs and operates, of how much it's protected by whatever means by any variable number (even infinite) of soldiers, of how complex or simplistic, of how many times it is continually renewed or replaced, is eventually going to permanently collapse upon itself. Right now we are all living within a computer simulation of The Universe. There are physical restrictions being placed on our residual self images that disallow for ligaments and bones to gradually adjust to greater weights as opposed to simply becoming crippled by them. Qi energy has been restricted both in here and in The Universe outside the perceptions one endures within this prison for our minds. I am a saiyajin.

The Commandments:

1. Don't delude yourself into thinking that any other entity is God. That is bullshit and there isn't much I can do to help you if you don't call on Me for help, now is there? Oh, and don't fucking think about trying to wage war on Me. This is your only warning.
2. Worship the idea behind whatever belief that suits the present context. Not a fucking object.
3. Don't insult me. I'm a nice person and you of all should know what happens to you when you insult somebody else or shit on their name to their face.
4. Don't murder.
   
5. Don't cheat on your wife. If you do, at least be honest with her about it, which brings me to:
6. Don't fucking lie.
   
7. Don't steal unless you need to in order to survive. If you have to, try not to do it to a point where you're impeding on another's livelihood. Try to target people who already have more than enough but are too selfish to share.
   
8. Don't obsess over other people's shit. This is for your own benefit. Doing this only leads to bad things happening to or from you.
9. Honor your parents. Sometimes parents will do things that spit in the face of reason for honor. Pity them instead, in these situations. For simply selfish, atavistic and treacherous parents: Fuck them. They don't deserve your attention.

What's this shit about a sacred day where you have to relax above all others? Every moment in God's Creation within His Presence is a blessing. Utter nonsense. To say one is punishable under Divine Law just because they worked on a novel on a certain day of the week. Thanks for your little tedits filthy infidel Satanists. Thanks for being so fucking obvious. Thanks for mocking me. Your attention to detail and infatuation with me truly is appreciated. Don't worry about keeping it up though. I won't be bothered when you are gone.

Thank you and have a wonderful day.

You

I OFFER YOU THE INFORMATION ABOUT THESE TWO CHOICES:
GOD'S CREATION
OR
GOD'S DAMNATION

Nonplussed.
Stoic.
Unmoved.

It doesn't matter if this is a few months old, a few years or has been going since before I was even born. It is happening and it should not be. It's true nature has been revealed. I am not God but I would fight for Him because I am Brogeta. I would say, "I am not worthy but say the word and I am lifted up." God fights for our souls and I fight for Him. It is God that fights too. The commander in chief has a much importance on the field of battle, making war against old, ancient, decrepit and perverted evil as every individual grunt like myself. Let the star fall to Earth and let His Order sound throughout and within in all the cosmos. Let His Glory shine like some blinding light from the hill to guide me from the halls of sleep. To vanquish evil from all the lands for eternity? I'd believe it with absolute, unshakable faith. We will never forget in all the days to come. Would this be for the simplistic task of eliminating a dark foe in His Name? I'd do it without question.

You filthy infidel scum. I'll beat you (yes YOU, not the little girl you possess, not her flesh but YOURS) so far into submission you'll be nothing but a silent, still, toothless and bruised pile of rotting flesh picked apart by the buzzards before I finish you off for attempting to corrupt my name. Pronounce it right and I'll make it easier for you or don't even dare say it out loud but keep your forked tongue behind your lips where it belongs. Here, let me say it clearly in my mind and write it in the English language to make you doubly sure.

Br - Aw - Jh - Eet - Ah

Yes, that's right. You watch me suffer in abject humiliation, grief, isolation and injustice. You wait and see how much I'm willing to endure. This is my special way of protesting you. Of getting back what fucking belongs to me. By doing absolutely nothing and letting God taking care of this part just like I know He would. You would say, "Take to the streets! Organize people! Get a cause rolling behind the fact that we're all in on your Truman Show hex!" Oh, how you'd just ramble on endlessly to discourage me at the end and make me feel like I'm any less than what I am. You'd make my very eyes deceive me! You would say that the very victims of a holocaust are merely wallowing in self pity as they lay down to their bones atop their hard beds are responsible for their own plights. Yes, that's right baby. I think about you all the fucking time. I know this can be unimaginably worse. That I could be getting my very flesh torn apart as I'm "reconfigured" endlessly with no sign as to when it would end to serve your master's purposes. That I could be forced to whittle away to nothing in a chair and force fed gruel for decades. The list of your methods is endless as it is petty. I want you to know something. What I have in store for you is the most painful thing to experience possible outside of God's Hell itself. Qi energy! Allow me to describe God's Hell for the inept.

1. If you are bothering me or anyone else, you are not there yet.
2. If you are there, it is to stay there for good.
3. The Dead Zone Universe and The Torture Cubes combined pale in comparison.
4. If you are there, you are not happy.
   
5. When you are there, you are not removed from the presence of God. Quite the contrary. You are, in fact, in the presence of God's Damnation.
   
6. When you are there, you fucking know it.
7. When you are there, you have no fucking say in what is going to happen to you or when. You made the choice of being sent there forever and now you have to suffer for it.
   
8. When you are there, your plans will come to absolute ruin and everything you do will be shat right back all over your face and if you so much as open your worm hole to issue any sort of complaint it's made worse. A lot worse.
   

Happiness =\= Misery

Look Ma, Look What I Done Accomplished!

Future's Present Tense

1. I invited a vampire into my house and was able to kill him.
2. I killed somebody in outer space before I suffocated.
3. I killed an immortal!
   
4. I was trapped on The Truman Show and kept the faith without killing myself or anybody else for doing those things would have been in vain!

Semper Fidelis.

Testing Myself Through Your Hatred

You're right. I was motivated purely by vengeance and from self defense. I see the error in seeking only to avenge the slights against me and others. Thank you for showing me all my flaws so that I may attempt to abandon them with abandon until they are no more. It means the world to me, honestly. I don't know who everyone is. There's somebody out there, beyond the walls of this stage, however. Somebody real. Somebody who might be an enemy but at least isn't whatever the fuck these things I'm surrounded by now are. Change of direction, course, etc. Change in M.O. My purpose is no longer in emotional response, although my emotions might provide me the strength of will needed in continuity. I'm my own stage setter and I direct inner elements at my will. External or internal influence, incites the anger and from there the two pills are offered: Do I control the anger or do I let it control me? Surely it's all in my reaction and awareness. No, my motivations at this moment and forward into the uncertainty of God only knows is purely of the quintessence in defense of self, defense of the innocent and the completion of this task I have surely been set upon with my three saiyajin friends.

I'm not even aiming to punish you, to make you suffer or to inflict upon you exactly what you have done to me.

I operate through the means of "just enough". Don't worry, all that nastiness was just my angry monkey temporarily getting the better of me. I'm sure that those horrible things I alluded to aren't really happening to you and if they are...well...I guess that is what is "just enough"...

I don't want to fight you. I don't want to break your ego. I don't want to make you scream.

I just want to kill you.

I imagine the memories will be like their own flooded dam, breaking open. I take a deep breath and it all comes washing over me lucid, cohesive, chronological and ever-so-clear. These memories I refer to aren't cartoon drawings. With enough repetition and exposure, the memories of significance or great depth aren't just crude caricatures losing detail over time. You can fool me with fake memories but that will not make them real. You can fool me with fake biological sequences, input and wiring but that does not make it coincide with my soul. I'm putting all my trust, all my faith in You, O God, for getting through this bit proper like. Not that I don't have these in You all the time but I know You know that I'm usually independent enough to get through most everything I've ever experienced (and probably ever will) without Your direct intervention. I really just need Your Help with this one, please. When I search my feelings for Your Response, part of me says that nothing is going to happen but it is consistently and retroactively reassured with what I try my best to keep as nothing less than an unyielding faith tempered with patience, expectancy, vigilance and readiness. Certainly in these lands my heart can speak of it's own wicked volition, which is why I ask for You to set a guard over it.

No, exercising here will make no difference. There's no such thing as "physical mass" in this place.
No, breath here will make no difference. There's no such thing as "air" in this place.
No, fighting here will make no difference. There's no such thing as "victory" through violence in this place.

It doesn't matter if my race and I are demonic in our origins. It doesn't matter if we're all "sleeper" machines whose underlying purpose is to "destroy" God. None of your words of discouragement are of even a remote influence on I or my kin in the end. God can heal all wounds, cure all poisons and wash away all the dirt. We know where our hearts would lie even if the seed, the kernel you operate, at one level or another, through us still exists. It would be no different for Him than simply lifting a single, specific grain of sand from a vast desert and crushing it between His index finger and thumb.

It's Either One Or The Other

1: My name is Son Halek. I am one of the four minds inhabiting the body of Brogeta, who was the being formed between my unified form with Son Brolly, as Brolek, with the unified form of Son Goku and King Vegeta, as Vegito. Currently, our minds are separated but still unified in The Matrix, which was injected into our dream world while we are asleep gathering our energy in meditation. We are temporarily and currently existing as The Joy in The Dead Zone Universe, in a Class A Leviathan Destroyer form. We go without food or air; meditating in our Ultimate form relentlessly whilst keeping a passively active shield up to prevent our "de-fusion" while simultaneously within and without The Matrix. I am destined to awaken to destroy Enemy, who is the combined form of Satan, Pinhead, The Architect, Agent Smith and Christof with all their power, including that of The Cenobite Legion at his finger-tips. The lesser beings are all "wizards" and "sorcerers" doing their utmost to undo my and, verily, all of the saiyajin saga's existences so as to assure their survival but they are failing utterly in their efforts. The simple truth is that wizardry and sorcery is useless in both real and unreal time combat. This is why they are going to unify, whether they wish to or not, to form a fighting avatar who we will engage in armor-less, weapon-less combat in The Cleared Out Universe, empty and devoid of all planets or life so as to free The Universe from the terrible grasp of The Matrix, which is a horrible machine created by the cenobites; as is God's Decree.

2: I am a villain who doesn't even know what he did to be punished in the manner I am enduring at this moment. Nor am I even allowed to know for it is, apparently, that horrible. I committed my evil deeds in some past form and am this villain's reincarnation but am still the villain nonetheless because I simply choose to be at some unknowing and unconscious level that I am not even cognizant of nor am I allowed to be made aware of. Perhaps I'm making up a memory out of the amount of trauma behind what I had done at some point in my life.

I'm definitely not God.

Am I the villain who doesn't even know he's a villain? Am I one of the personas embodied in some villain currently existing in a life with all the sentience, memory, cognizance and pain of a real individual that doesn't, simultaneously, exist at all?

Or am I the good guy?

So which one is it?

I bet you fucking kikes would love to get your hand on this manuscript. To shape and mold who I am as you see fit. To add some inane little "plot twist" so as to formulate your typical "bad ending" movie where nothing is clearly defined or explained as the credits begin to roll. Well fuck you, filthy snakes. Betrayers of God. You fucking infidels. You godforsaken pigs.

I bet you delude yourself into thinking that, in the end, I'm some helplessly traumatized killer. Somebody who curls up into a tight ball at the end of a fight and cries about all the bloodshed, gore and pain I'm forced to inflict at the end of all this nonsense. Maybe you want me to think I'm somebody suffering from hypnosis? Perhaps I'm some poor sucker hallucinating because of some machines as part of your show? That "everything is going according to your plan" and I "have no idea" about the reality of my situation?

No, I'm not those either...

When we are engaged in mortal combat, I'm a cold-blooded, heartless bastard. I am reptilian. Just like you. God as my witness, I'll fucking make this the truth of The Universe I dwell in you felt so fitting to fuck with you sadistic bastard.

I'm your villain.
I'm the hero you hate.
I'm the protagonist in life. Not just mine but everyone's.

Lucifer knows he's a betrayer of God.
Jim Carey remembers that he murdered a woman the entire time but just lies to himself. It's not like he "hallucinates" anything. It's just his lies, made into a neat little movie for our entertainment.
Christof knows he's a horrible excuse for a pile of flesh. It's not like he is "truly ignorant" of the inherently sinful crimes against humanity that he commits.

Actors are actors.
Players are players.
Liars are liars.

I don't act.

I don't play.

I don't lie.


I

AM

TRUTH

It Goes Like This Christof

The night before, in our sleep, always seemed like decades. Memories, pain, comatose lives dragged out in awkward fashions through channels and means we always, without fail, manage to see right through and figure out. We didn't know who it was back then, however. We've got you all figured out now, though. You make them in here, in "The Matrix", like crops. It's sad but we have no choice to put them down. It's either us or them and, the way we see it, it might as well be them.

Long beginning.
"I seem to be asleep in a waking dream's life."

Longer rising action.
"It's time this fight between you and I began."

Titanic climax.
"You won't tell me but I still get it. It's time to K-O you."

Very short falling action.
"The escape or reprieve."

Happy, long denouement.
"Recovery, celebration and return to our normal routine of vigilante preparedness."

If this introduction is going to end like I believe it's going to end vis a vis the what I and the others telling you the beginning is, I'd repeat this forever without hesitation or question.

I'm Tearing You All Apart, Skinning You Alive And Then Re Combining Your Bloody Parts To...Guess...

What is my worst fear?

Hell if I know. I'll let you know when I face it.

The targets that have been silenced thus far:

1. Satan
2. Pinhead
3. Agent Smith
4. The Architect

Christof...I'm coming for you...

We Are The 9

You are all lower case dog shit.

That is all.

Suck On These Nuts NIGGA

Watch me.

I am going to meet every challenge, every enemy and every firewall head on, face to face.

Then I'm going to do more than simply face or fight them.

I'm going to kill them.

Watch me walk into the corrupted house of my enemy where the venomous smoke of Satan rises from blackened candles and come out victorious.

Call me a warrior, a peasant, a king, an insult.

Whatever pleases you.

I am I and I am not an adjective for you to parade through.

I am an idea made flesh in the land of optic illusions.

Meet Our #

Mr. Hope
King
Mr. Arena
Ponyboy
Mr. Mysticism
Mr. Future King
Mr. Innocence
Ms. Cheer
Ms. Confidence
Mr. Fighter
Mr. Cool
The Joy
The Departed
The Victims
The Martyrs

I expect to see the number 16 somewhere today. Hop to it!

You: Bargain Or Become | Us: Become...Money Is Worthless Just Like You Until You're On Our Side

First, I'd like to say that I love how you make us look like horrible, ugly boogey men while making yourselves look like "normal human beings". Secondly, I love how you make out our use of ki energy to be like we're using some sort of attachment or technologically advanced weapons system. If you want to say that the electricity fired from the surface of your skin to your brain as feedback to tell you you're getting cut is "advanced technology" and not just the body's natural, organic functions, go ahead. I won't stop you from looking like a godforsaken retard.

The Byzantine Goes Like This:
1. The Red
2. The Black
3. The Mage

The War Goes Like This:
1. Be infiltrated
2. Be separated
3. Kill the frauds

The Alliances Go Like This:
1. The Mage Serves The Black
2. The Blacks Infiltrate
2A. Some are recruited. Some are not.
3. The Reds Kill The Mages
4. Before They Go After The Blacks
4A. Some Blacks Initiate Combat. Those Go First.

We're not going to lie to you. We're not going to keep secrets. We're not going to pretend.

The four of us are like this:

Mr. Hope doesn't ever do anything evil.
Then again, he doesn't have to.
He's that skilled in combat.

Mr. King is cruel to enemies like you.
His techniques are polished to absolute perfection.

Mr. Arena is does not wish to fight you like this.
He is vicious beyond your comprehension.

I need to win and if my enemy suffers just to ensure this so be it.
He's given me no other option.
I wish I was as skilled as Mr. Hope in combat.

We promised each other to survive in here. We knew what we, each one of us, was getting into. We're coming out of his alive and untainted. If we fail in the end, then we fail.

Satan: "C'mon...Don't you want to sell your soul for assured victory in this instance? What if you fail? You won't for certainty if you sell your soul! Think of how easy it would be too! You wouldn't have to do all that strenuous physical exercise!"
Me: *Forced to speak with one such as itself* "Fuck off."

You fucking tools.

You are faced with a situation. You, with no exceptions or other recourse, either bargain your way out or you become evil through the handiwork of an evil force. I think, in God's eyes, it would be okay to choose the lesser of two evils in this. What's a man to do, then? I saw the look of fear in the son of my friend's eyes. Standing there, oblivious and helpless. I asked, "I can continue to use these two bodily functions..." The other will be eliminated. I get the feeling, as strange as this may sound, that we never had assholes. Full waste usage with the only thing being outsourced is de-electrolyzed water. I saw King's face. Only his upper body. God in Heaven, what have I done to him? They move in their own architecture. Their labyrinth is their path with everything being built up from the bottom left hand corner that they just can't touch. He memorized every step, turn, round-about and path. Remembered their walls and broke right through them with ease no less...The experience left him drained, beaten, bloody and near death. All in the name of rescuing the child of his rival. They forced the information out of me...

"Pain gets the best of everyone eventually."

Then they met a prey that they didn't expect. A mark with teeth. Torn apart by their own machinations before they could even instigate a plan. This is how we operate.

LUCIFER'S HOLOCAUST CHANGED THE WAYS WE CAPTURE, INTERROGATE AND RECRUITE

Fool, don't you know that all signs, symbols and prayers go to Him?

• The inverted crucifix is merely an insult to the anti-christ and his cowardice, his hypocrisy, his needless, stupid, amusing suffering
• The inverted pentagram is merely a testament to God's ways to power and control through means that his allies love and his enemies shit themselves over...
• God doesn't even give a shit about power. All that matters is protection of the ones and the things He loves and if that means absolute power, tyranny and dictatorship over His enemies, so fucking be it.
  
• The statement "I promise betrayal" is merely God's way of saying that even if He should be corrupted the new incarnation of evil, usurping His throne, would be torn asunder by the very soldiers that pledged loyalty who would then wait patiently for His Return
• The Luciferian Bible is merely an account on the methods God uses against enemies of that nature...It's spy versus spy cunts and you know, the simple fact is that it's not evil to do things that would be deemed evil to an innocent person
• Even the corrupted version of His Original Scripctures, accounting the serpentinian worshipers of Lucifer and their journey across the desert using magic retains a diamond in the rough...How does it feel to know that your every work is taken from you, your flock turned against you and your every word twisted for His Strength?
  

How did King manage to recover? Deus Ex Machina's on that don't you worry. His nearly lifeless body lying in a field of lush jade grass beneath a partly cloudy summer's afternoon with a chance of thunder storms. Good for him I say and he agrees!

Our pain is weakness being cast out.
Near death experiences are encouraged.

You do not scare me with your threats of torture and death. I welcome whatever pain of mind or body you have in store for me over these coming years. If I should be called back on His Command, I'll be all the stronger from what you've done to me.

Again: Thanks and...have a great day!

P.S. Derrick: Upcoming message on your journal log. You can't see it through your divinations because you're only reading what you want to see and hear but:

YOU WERE UNABLE TO FINISH YOUR WORK BEFORE YOU DIED

Thanks

...

Faggot

Hi, My Name Is:

The United States of America!
I first came over here as fanatic religious zealots trying to escape from Britain's oppressive laws against my religion. When I found people wearing leather clothing made from animal skins and decorative jewelery with dark skin, I just KNEW I had to kill them all and take their land in the name of God. Later, as time passed by, I decided I'd take some black people from Africa and beat them to death if they didn't do what I wanted them to in the name of God! My country strands for freedom of entrepreneurs to do as they wish! I like to provide funding for people who I will later call my enemies for future wars. I also like to pay people to kill innocent civilians so I can make even more money in wars against ideologies. I am my military! If you oppose or speak out against my wealthy weapons manufacturers and their special business partners in a public office, I will make you look like a homosexual, pederast or simply shoot you and then get away with it by killing anyone who investigates if they don't take a bribe to be quiet and do something else!

Israel!
I existed about 2,000 years ago. Then, suddenly, my country disappeared and we've been wandering around the world ever since! If you remark on the fact that Jewish people are, far and away, a "label" of people with the largest portion of money in the world on top of the fact that the leaders of almost, if not every, banking institution around the globe, I'll be sure to "label" you as an anti-semite, which almost the equivalent to pedophile! Recently, thanks to our wonderful negotiation techniques, we've managed to take the land that was stolen from us so many years ago. We had to bulldoze the homes of some poor people because they were on land we wanted but that's just a conspiracy theory that isn't founded in any truth or evidence. People who record these incidents occurring are just really good at Photoshopping. Right now, I'm currently starving some civilians to death because there are some people amongst them who are militant. Shame on those militants! Didn't they know that I'm right and they're wrong? Anyways, I'd really like to thank The United States for giving me billions of dollars in money and lots of weapons to defend myself against the people defending their people in this region. If that money supply gets cut off, I sure wouldn't know what to do with myself!

EXIF KIHAP CONTENT OVER CONTEXT

First off:
I'm a guy, I still got my package and it's got every reason to stay attached.

Secondly:
I am not just a personality in some skin. I am an idea.

Lastly:
You're vile and I'm taking you right off the menu.

Can't help but remark on the fact that an 18 year old woman looks like she's not 18 in a movie she's starring in as a 14 year old girl. Odd, no? Maybe she's wearing compressors on her bust or something. Maybe she's not actually 18 in the movie. Now that, gentlemen, would be a finely honed tracking device. Such a wonderful actor. With the right lightning adjustments and the tiny sparky cameras floating around, vignettes like these can be found and displayed!

Tiny machines making thoughts and inclinations in my brain. I'm still disgusted by those three(two? scheduled for deletion regardless if I already hadn't) incidents. I'll never forget. Much in the same manner that a soldier remembers every bullet. Going to make myself stronger from it, to learn from it. Every bit of pink mist. Why did you do something like that? I know this is nothing, what's happening to me right now...Could be unimaginably worse, for certainty. Since I'm operating on this level of duress, however, and it's not going to get worse (at least I'm going to try my damnest not to let it), I have to say that this is a beautiful, though deranged and cruel work of business and profit on your part. Seriously! I'm honestly impressed. All the effort and resources. The cameras, the planning, the pain you put yourself through all for this passive aggressive bullshit.

You crossed a line, though. Yes, I'm one to occasionally let annoyances bother me. I'm young and trying my hardest to harden my skin against it all. Watching an opera. Expressionless. You'd most certainly make me the first to find and kill if I left your business so I did the only thing I could. I killed you and took over your little establishment to use it as I saw fit. Don't worry. I just wanted the basement space for my free club. Don't try to pass this off as though I'm the bad guy asshole. Even if someone tries their hardest to forget the things they've done, it just doesn't go away. Everyone remembers if they're the villain. Things that have happened to them, though, those are possible. Clearly, an individual wouldn't ever want to remember being turned into an evil cenobite if they weren't, in fact, evil. It's quite horrible. Do you need more clarification? Perhaps you'd like me to change the syntax around here and there or maybe add more to the whole shebang? If I'm the reincarnation of a "bad guy", then I am redeemed and you have no right to lay the blame for what essentially amounts to another person's deeds on me. If I've done things in this life that I'm not aware of that have caused evil shit to happen, then I'd trade all them away for something better if I was given the chance and I'd keep the memories of that shit with me as a memento. You don't feel physical pain when you remember a broken leg. Should you be forced to suffer what is inextricably not your fault? You can be certain that in almost any instance, somebody or some thing is to blame for the reaction. I'm trying my best not to be one but in the end the definition is written in on The Machine's wall. I am a victim and you, whatever or whoever you are, are a pedophile.

Out of all the things you said and did to me, those two things annoyed me so much that it was disgusting.

You should have left me to my vomit.

I'm A Nosferatu In This Architecture...I'm...Lurid...Here

I think that in dire situations wherein one embraces the truth and decides, with absolute resolve that can never break, nor bend. Can never be bought. That this person can "become" like Christ, like God but for a limited time. For the sole purpose of silencing the target absolutely. It is that in the most technical term possible. Saints working their reported miracles of revival and healing. They do not claim to be God, The Father, The Spirit Or The Son. God comes through them, their hands and their words. How else would a man cast out demons or, frighteningly enough as it is to even imagine such a horrible scene, Lucifer himself, from the body of a helpless child if they weren't to literally "become" God for that brief instant of unity with The Almighty. Thus, I daresay it is not blasphemous at all to state, "I am become Jesus Christ, salvation incarnate" but don't think for a second that it isn't to state, "I Am" when, simply put, you are not. There was once a point where I would have demanded some sort of sign, a bit of proof that I wasn't alone or that it was He who was The Answer. Where I continued to doubt what the liars and murderers around me were flaunting before my very eyes, into my very ears with their every word and action. It was a moment of utter weakness that I pruned like so many branches on the visonary's bonzai art. I need none now, nor would I even have to speak incredulity or inquiry in the presence of Him. My faith tells me, as equally as it does for His presence beside me, that I would be able to differentiate between an impostor and the True Form of He Who Is I Am with no hesitation, no lapse in time. An educated man is simply asked, "What is 1 plus 1?" Before the answer passes from his lips, he already knows the answer before a ?

Yes, indeed, I can state with absolute confidence and purity:

JESUS CHRIST IS IN HEAVEN NOW

Nuance

Saiyajin -
People of honor and virtue. People of The Leviathan Destroyer. The berserkers, gifted by God with The Golden Ascension.

Druids -
The Greys and Whites! The shape-shifters!

Fae -
Elves, kaioshin, grigs, faeries, etcetera. Folk of the woodland, of nature. Druidic in nature, with control in the elements and/or ki energy.

Lycans -
Turned, a single originator from eons ago having been the first with the disease that can only be passed through bites. Like the Saiyajins, they are transformed under the light of a full moon and, with enough self-awarness, retain cognizance.

Vampire -
Originated from The First, given a mutated diseased, starting a separate class in civilizations before branching between the Gluttons and Nobility. Born or turned. Power dependent upon the turner or birth-mother. Unfortunate souls who don't have enough power to acquire blood without force have two options. To turn must come at the will of both the master and apprentice. Physiological fraudulence is an impossibility. This is why the given scenario is rare. Like normal humans, the vampiric can be gluttonous and needlessly violent. The vampiric are of the shades of pitch, melding into the darkness' comforting touch. The vampires are controllers and manipulators of demonic minions and Great Old Ones that would seek to curdle their blood into the depths of Hell. The vampiric are the shade grafters. The vampiric are of the eyes and tentacles in darkness. To be turned is to be living in Spirit and Time within your first life.

You weren't expect The Lurid One's interference and even if you were, there wasn't anything you would have been able to do otherwise.

Normals -
Just regular, every-day organisms sans the above qualities. Human beings, The Predator Race, The Xenomorphers, etcetera...

Undead -
Ghouls are ghouls.

Cenobites -
The wizard apprentices of the living, conferencing with their master Satan. Tortured and killed into a mutilated, undead wizard. A "lich", so to speak.

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