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"Denounce the non-believers, my fellow brethren! Reject them when they claim that our truth-the real truth--is fallacy! We know the truth; we alone!" The Prophet, Rous, speaks eloquently and with passion; his voice carries for miles, thanks to amplification. His arms are never at his sides, always gesturing and pointing, sometimes at the clear blue sky. "Meteors will rain down from Heaven when the end of this world comes…"

The year is 3526.

"God's hands will sweep His kingdom clean of evil…"

The world is said to be ending on April 10th.

"We must have faith..."

The majority of the earth has flocked under the ever widening wing-span of Rous, the-man-who-hears-God.

"God has spoken to me; to my soul…!"

Even the governments of every nation save North Korea, the US, and Canada have pledged their allegiance to this man.

"And through me, he speaks to us all; to you… And do you know what he's saying…?"

The US and Canada, though, are beginning to fold under the pressure of their populous. North Korea is merely crossing its arms and turning cheek. So essentially, the entire world is at Rous' fingertips.

"He is saying that we all must stand as one! We must gather at the back of Jesus, when he rises again, in support of Him and His Father!"

Rous and his disciples are idiots.

"If we do this, then God has promised us all refuge, safety, from his immense vanquishing of all the bad things in this world!"

They don't even think twice about what this moron is spewing from his mouth; they're too caught up in their fears of there being no afterlife to care.

"And once He has freed the Earth from every sacrilegious thing that has taken root, He will instill eternal peace! Eternal prosperity! An omnipresent culture that does no evil!"

And you know what?

"A culture… united as one."

I'm tired of this shit.

"There will be no crime; no sin. Everyone will love his or her neighbor."

My entire family, my friends, everyone I meet has turned to him for solace. I always have to act as if I support Rous, lest the black oyster shells pile up and quicken my ostracizing.

"Heaven will descend and exist on Earth…"

So that's it. I'm done… Rous… is done.

"And God's arms will embrace all; life will be eternal."

I have to end this. So what if I'm alone?

"The trumpets will sound again; an eighth seal will be broken! It will call for New World Order!"

I've always been a loner; I can do this just fine.

"And together… under God… behind Jesus… we can make it a reality!"

My name is Samuell, but…

The crowd cheered a deafening cheer; they shouted to the sky; they chanted the prophet's name; they hugged one another; some openly had sex; drugs were abused; it was chaos, happy and blind. Rous stood upon his altar upon a pedestal, his smile as welcoming as the prospect of immortality.

… you may call me, Antheos.

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"Denounce the non-believers, my fellow brethren! Reject them when they claim that our truth-the real truth--is fallacy! We know the truth; we alone!" The Prophet, Rous, speaks eloquently and with passion; his voice carries for miles, thanks to amplification. His arms are never at his sides, always gesturing and pointing, sometimes at the clear blue sky. "Meteors will rain down from Heaven when the end of this world comes…"

The year is 3526.

"God's hands will sweep His kingdom clean of evil…"

The world is said to be ending on April 10th.

"We must have faith..."

The majority of the earth has flocked under the ever widening wing-span of Rous, the-man-who-hears-God.

"God has spoken to me; to my soul…!"

Even the governments of every nation save North Korea, the US, and Canada have pledged their allegiance to this man.

"And through me, he speaks to us all; to you… And do you know what he's saying…?"

The US and Canada, though, are beginning to fold under the pressure of their populous. North Korea is merely crossing its arms and turning cheek. So essentially, the entire world is at Rous' fingertips.

"He is saying that we all must stand as one! We must gather at the back of Jesus, when he rises again, in support of Him and His Father!"

Rous and his disciples are idiots.

"If we do this, then God has promised us all refuge, safety, from his immense vanquishing of all the bad things in this world!"

They don't even think twice about what this moron is spewing from his mouth; they're too caught up in their fears of there being no afterlife to care.

"And once He has freed the Earth from every sacrilegious thing that has taken root, He will instill eternal peace! Eternal prosperity! An omnipresent culture that does no evil!"

And you know what?

"A culture… united as one."

I'm tired of this shit.

"There will be no crime; no sin. Everyone will love his or her neighbor."

My entire family, my friends, everyone I meet has turned to him for solace. I always have to act as if I support Rous, lest the black oyster shells pile up and quicken my ostracizing.

"Heaven will descend and exist on Earth…"

So that's it. I'm done… Rous… is done.

"And God's arms will embrace all; life will be eternal."

I have to end this. So what if I'm alone?

"The trumpets will sound again; an eighth seal will be broken! It will call for New World Order!"

I've always been a loner; I can do this just fine.

"And together… under God… behind Jesus… we can make it a reality!"

My name is Samuell, but…

The crowd cheered a deafening cheer; they shouted to the sky; they chanted the prophet's name; they hugged one another; some openly had sex; drugs were abused; it was chaos, happy and blind. Rous stood upon his altar upon a pedestal, his smile as welcoming as the prospect of immortality.

… you may call me, Antheos.