The Return of the King.

OK. So here's an awesome story:

A king, from ancient lineage, springs up from nowhere. For years, he had been protecting and defending his kingdom in secret, and as such, was older than most. His coming had been told among stories for years by those who knew them, but few people believed in the olden stories anymore.

Then "BAM!", out of legend, he springs to life.

Bearing an ancient sword once broken, but now remade, he comes from out of the shadows to strive for mastery. Wielding shining blade, and commanding an army of the dead, he goes to war with the kingdom of darkness. Eventually, he wins, and welcomes a new kingdom of prosperity and joy. <3

Pretty cool, huh? It's one of my favorites. Gives you that "epic" feel. And it's familiar to you, I'm sure. Actually...I pulled that straight from...Revelation?!

OK. So some of that was from other parts of the bible too. And I did my best to make it sound like Tolkien. Because he allegoried'd it in a manner so fine.

But it's surprising to me how many people scream the apocalypse is coming, spread fear, and yet miss the entire point. Then again, I live amongst Baptists. :D

Revelation isn't literature about the apocalypse; it's the story of the culmination of a story. The final chapter of the greatest story ever told, in other words. And it doesn't end in flame and brimstone, as so many seem to infer. It ends in shining light, glory abounding, and stuff I can't even wrap my mind around. A fairytale ending. How great is that?

True, death will abound. It's the King fighting for His kingdom, after all. Enemies won't be left alive to regain strength; they're to be destroyed. Forever. And calamities that, at times, strike fear into my heart will break fourth from the vials of God's wrath and be poured onto this planet. Scary.

But those throughout history who have given their lives for Christ, those who have loved Him, those who choose to make an enemy of this world, those who serve the King, will rise and live forever in joy. That "army of the dead" I was talking aboot.

Which is dirty EPIC. XD

I wonder if I'll have died by then...I dunno. Maybe not. Don't think it matters. Either way, I expect it'll blow my mind. The herald of the King will shout, sound a note that will speak to all hearts, either with joy or terror, and those who serve will rise form the grave to kneel at the feet of the Forever King.

Best ending ever? Oh yes, I think so. Even the music is taken care of!

So here's to getting a clear understanding of Revelation. And looking forward to the battle of Armageddon. That may just be me, though...The idea of being an undead warrior has always appealed to me, even though it'll only be for a short time. An undead servant of the King is just as good.

Wonderful oddities.

Sometimes, I can't help but laugh out of joy. The mind blowing wonders and works of God.

How wonderful is it that in letting Himself be struck down by evil, my King slashed so great a wound into its heart, that it will never recover?

That the perfect Son, Heir to the throne of the ages, took the punishment for the beggars sins?

The fact that the Ultimate Power and Authority in any universe is crushed when His nation turns it's back on Him? (Ezekiel 6:9, for the reference.)

Every drop of blood spilled on that cross should have been mine. Every scream of pain is what I deserved. Yet out of love, He took my place.

It's been like...16 days, man.

Long time. And sadly, I really have nothing good to say even now. I mean, I had an epiphany of sorts last week...but that's normal. Lot's to learn, and all. It'd be odd not to have one.

I did learn how to make yo-yo strings using Youtube. And consequentially, hurt my arm yo-yo-ing. Good times.

Is there a hyphen in yo-yo?

I also started rewriting some of my musical stuff (AKA: Those songs I mentioned way back in my first post), and stumbled upon my rock opera. Which isn't bad, but I've only got one part finished. I've added music to two of my songs now. ^_^ Which brings my two year total to...three. Wow. Industrious. But one of those I am badly ashamed of. It needs be rewritten or burninated now.

I also discovered that, once upon a time, I wrote some political songs. Yeah, I know. So original. But one of those is actually funny. I can say with pride that it's better than those chain e-mails you get. Or I get. I hope I'm not the only one getting those...but my family does love politics. Pleh. Anyway, the song is funny. Though it does insult only one particular politician, and not all of them, which I think is necessary.

I figure that places me amongst the anarchists, or emo kids. I'm cool with that. Though I don't wear make-up. Yet.

Must've been written during election season, though...I got sick of politicians and their annoyingly rabid followers quite rapidly during, and after that horrid time. Normally, the "I hate politics" feeling, makes people pull that nose-in-the-air "I'm too good for this politik" card, and rail against those who do care. Making them seem just as bad.

Not me. Instead of pulling the politically apathetic (EP) card, I pulled another card from the deck of emotion. The "Wow. I'm so sick of this, I think I'd rather swallow my own chilled vomit than listen to you, vote for you, or support anyone by the name of politician" card currently resides up my sleeve.

And barf is one thing...chilled barf is another. Just the thought makes me nauseated.

Perhaps I'll put up one of those songs on here. Nothing get's people more riled up than insulting their politician of choice.

Or, in other words, "Nothing get's people more upset than insulting some corrupt dude with a power complex whom they've never met, and likely never will meet, and who they place hopes and dreams upon which said human can never fulfill, and so failure is imminent".

I...don't understand politics...The worse part is, since they will fail, WHINING is also imminent. Pleh, X2.

I do know that it's easy to build people into a rage using politics though. And that information is so fun to have in my pocket.

Agitar bein!

Words of advice to follow all your life.

It's the Spanish words under "shake well" on my juice box. I'm assuming it means something similar, though who honestly knows? I often wonder if it says something else...

Yes. I'm drinking a juice box. Or carton. 64 ounces of allegedly passion fruit flavored juice. One wonders who I, inept at love, can so enjoy something called "passion fruit". Not that passion=love. It was just a joke.

Love would be a good thing to post on sometime. But I'll leave that hanging in the air in some ominous fashion. Sword of Damocles, and all.

This post is shaping up to be something seemingly written under the influence of something. I promise I'm not. It's not even the weekend.

Can someone explain to me how I can continue to enjoy a game that literally terrifies me? We're not talking weeping on the floor for my mommy terror, more "wake up screaming in terror", terror. It's caused dreams that woke me up in fear, only unable to go back to sleep.

And yet I like it. The Resident evil games have given me dreams, but honestly, waking up inside a monster filled mansion or mall of terror is a dream, not a nightmare. Many other "nightmare" monsters have appeared in my dreams, and except for a zombie cat, I enjoyed all of them.

I will not speak to you of the zombie cat.

Once, I was Leon Kennedy fighting of one of those giant monsters in RE4 with only a knife. That was cool. Gordon Freemen vs headcrab zombies? Equally cool. Trapped inside of a mall with flaming explosions and a zombie horde? Coolness over 9...nevermind.

But this particular game is none of those. And, oddly, I've never even seen that zombie movie with the mall.

The idea of being trapped underground with unknown horror's, no weapons, and pitch darkness is frightening enough. But add my twisted mind + sugar + whatever weird junk I ate before bed = nightmares that were mind numbingly terrifying.

On the mirror side of things, even the best dream is far more terrifying than any nightmare I've ever had.

The game would be the Penumbra series, and for the record, they're only freakish. All fear inspired thus is from my own dreams.

I recommend the games. Try the demo.