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Chapter IX:  Death Chamber

The horses stood on the cliff overlooking Tamash-Kree. Kaleea and Kreegar watched while Garrik finished adjusting the packs that lay across the back of the huge horse he had purchased to carry provisions. Today they would leave to complete their journey. Kaleea was afraid that the journey to the Dragon Swamps would be too much for the newborn Kreegar so they had remained in Tamash-Kree for quite some time. Wulfgar and the surviving sailors had spent long nights drinking and celebrating their good fortune whilst Garrik prepared them for the remainder of their journey and Kaleea cared for her new child.

Upon rising one morning a few months following their arrival Kaleea was shocked to find a small boy in the bed where she had laid a baby the night before. Kreegar was growing at an alarming rate though it seemed the older he got the slower he aged. He had matured at least ten years in as many weeks. At the end of six months Kreegar size was that of a twelve year old.  A large boy, he looked normal except for his slightly pointed ears and the bony ridge that ran the length of each shoulder and now ended in small obsidian colored horns. The amazing child’s intelligence was developing as fast as his physical attributes. Kaleea and Garrik had begun educating him. Swordsmanship and everyday things were taught by Kaleea. While from Garrik, he learned the finer points of axe combat and hand-to-hand fighting. Wulfgar even taught him the finer points of fighting with the scimitar. Kreegar learned fast, showing no interest in doing the things that most young boys do.

Instead he was always asking questions, pushing himself to the limit, it was as though he were driven by some primal need. He was a brooding child, having a dark and dangerous side to him. Wulfgar thought him always tense, on edge. “That boy knows no fear, I’ll wager he kills a man before his fifteenth year” He had said once to Garrik after Kreegar had killed a rabid dog that had shown up at the Inn where they were staying. He had lost control and beaten it to a bloody pulp.   

 Wulfgar had ridden with them to this spot to see his young friends off.  The three crewmen had remained in Tamash-Kree having decided that with their newfound wealth there was no need to risk life and limb any longer. Garrik embraced the old seadog  “Thank you my old friend” he said through moist eyes. Wulfgar looked at Garrik and grinned “Boy” he started, “you honor your father by what you are doing. I never had a son, but if I had, I would have been a very proud man had he turned out like you.” He turned to the small woman at Garrik's side. “Fare thee well Kaleea”  

 “Thank you Wulfgar” Kaleea said as the burly giant embraced her next. “I will never forget you or your kindness.” Wulfgar squeezed tight. “Careful you old bear,” she squealed,  “your crushing me” Kaleea groaned smiling at him as he loosened his grip and grinned sheepishly at her.

“Nor I you little one” he said “This has been a real adventure but my bones don’t heal as quick as they used to and I’ve enough riches now to keep me in ale and women till the end of my days.” Wulfgar’s face grew serious. “Stay with Garrik, for he is a strong man and a loyal one. Learn from him Kaleea.” Wulfgar sighed before continuing.  “I’m no prophet but I foresee difficult years ahead with this strange child of yours, you will need the help of Garrik and this hermit you seek. Your child’s birth was sorcery of the darkest kind and the black blood of his father runs deep in Kreegar's veins. I’ve seen it in his eyes, the boy will someday do great Good or great Evil. Which way he turns will depend upon you.” Kaleea looked up at the tired old sailor. “I promise, Wulfgar” she said as one leg went up over the back of her horse. Kreegar sat astride his own small pony, his long black hair blowing in the wind. Though only eleven months old he looked to be at least fourteen years, although his aging had slowed down to more of a natural rate.

The horns on Kreegar’s shoulders had gotten to where they could no longer be hidden by his tunic so Kaleea had found the town Armorsmith and commissioned him to make the lad his first mail shirt. It was of a light chain mail with a plate and hollow horn on each shoulder. Each of Kreegar’s own horns fit perfectly inside the hollow ones and since it was unknown how large they would eventually become they were made with room for growth left over. Beneath it he wore a leather jerkin made of the softest doeskin. It protected the bony ridge that ran from his shoulder to the base of his skull from hooking on the chainmail. A mane of long black hair hid his slightly pointed ears so outwardly his appearance was that of a normal, though very large boy. Garrik finished tying down the supplies to the extra horse they had purchased. “Come you two,” he said mounting his own horse and settling in the saddle “We have a long ride ahead of us.” So saying their final goodbyes the three set off to find a man they had but heard of. Looking back Kaleea saw the giant silhouette of Wulfgar as he stood on the edge of the cliff watching them fade into the distance. “I’ve made a loyal friend in that one” she thought to herself. “I hope we will one day cross paths again. She didn’t know it but Wulfgar would play a major roll in Kreegar's life when he reached manhood..    

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For three weeks the small party traveled, the terrain was covered with lush fruit trees. Their branches hung heavy with many different varieties of fruit so Kaleea, Garrik and Kreegar never went hungry. Kreegar constantly asked questions of Kaleea and her companion, his young mind absorbing their answers like water to a sponge. During this time they encountered no problems, in fact they saw no one at all. The three riders now stood over looking a small village. This was the first sign of civilization that they had seen since leaving Tamash-Kree. The village was surrounded by a poorly made wall of wooden timbers sharpened to points. Garrik watched for movement below but saw none. “Strange” he thought. “ It is harvest time, there should be activity aplenty even in a small village such as this.  They rode slowly down towards the village as the sun began to set. Garrik and Kaleea keeping a sharp eye peeled as they went. Kreegar being young and curious as most boys his age had to constantly be reminded to stay close and not stray to far away. Garrik was reminded of his younger brother and at times snapped at the young man a bit more than intended. He got a strange feeling from this small hamlet. There was just something that did not feel right. Eventually he shrugged it off, attributing it to everything they had been through thus far.

As they approached the main gate an arrow sped out of the oncoming darkness to bury itself in the ground at the feet of Kaleea’s horse, the animal shied, rearing up and nearly throwing her to the ground. “ Who are you and what business have you here” a voice shouted from the gate tower. “We are friends,” Garrik yelled back. Kaleea broke in “as you can plainly see there are but three of us, I am Kaleea, this is my son Kreegar” she said gesturing towards the young man at her side. A torch was lit in the tower above looking up the trio saw two faces reflecting in the flames. “Who is the man with you, the one who first spoke”? The guard asked, “He has the look of a warrior about him and we want no trouble here”. The man above had not noticed the fact that both Kaleea and Kreegar were armored and armed as well; their cloaks had hidden the fact from him. Garrik spoke again  “My name is Garrik, friend, we mean no harm nor do we want any trouble, we merely seek lodging for the night”.

“Very well” Replied the man in the tower. Eyeing Garrik suspiciously, you may enter.  The gate slowly began to open, stopping suddenly leaving just enough room for the three of them to squeeze through. As Garrik cleared the gate, it slammed shut behind him with a resounding crash.

Three heavily armed men met them. “You must leave your weapons here with us,” said the largest of the three. Garrik turned to Kaleea who was adjusting her cloak as inconspicuously as possible to conceal the hilt of the broadsword strapped to her back. It was all for naught, for suddenly her son spoke “We do not relinquish our weapons to anyone” the young man said in a low dangerous tone, a look of defiance on his young face. Expecting the worse and bracing themselves for a fight, Kaleea and Garrik were surprised when the three guards, a strange far away look on their faces turned and without another word walked away.

Kaleea looked at her son and was suddenly afraid of what this boy might be capable of. There he stood, a child in a strange cloak and armor, big for his age but a child all the same. As she watched she noticed a large vein that ran the length of his neck on both sides disappearing beneath his collar, it appeared to have grown larger during the confrontation with the three men and was now shrinking back down to almost nothing. “His father’s traits are starting to show themselves,” Kaleea thought to herself and a chill ran the length of her spine.

“Time to find a bed for the night” said Garrik interrupting her thoughts. “And something other than fruit and hares would be a nice change.” Either Garrik had not noticed the subtle change in her son or he had chosen to ignore it for the moment. Once again Kaleea thanked the gods for his companionship.

 Something about the town was very strange, doors were closed and shutters drawn. They past a tavern that should have been full at this early hour, but it was boarded up and quite as a tomb, Garrik looked at Kaleea as if to acknowledge that he felt it too. Even Kreegar was quite, not plying them both with question after question, which he was prone to do whilst they traveled. Off to their left a door slammed, muffled in the darkness. The dry rustling of clothing followed it on the flagstones, and then it was gone. In the distance a dog howled a long and mournful wail. “Look mother, here’s a place” Kreegar pointed as they rounded the corner, it was a run down place called the “Hanged Man Inn”. “It doesn’t look like much” Garrik said. “But after weeks of sleeping on the cold ground anything is bound to be an improvement. Kaleea and Kreegar both nodded their agreement. Garrik pushed the door open and enter the inn followed by his two companions. The gloomy interior held nothing extraordinary, although the place looked as though it had been years since anyone had taken lodging inside. Using her ancient sword Kaleea pushed aside a large mass of spider webs as they entered, suppressing a shudder as she remembered her encounter with the marsh Spiders. “I imagine we will have to make do this night, “ she said.  “Kreegar, Go find us something to burn in the fireplace will you,” Kaleea asked her son  “This place gives off a chill that reaches clear to the bone.”

“Yes mother” the lad answered quietly and set off in search of wood. Kaleea looked to Garrik who was setting about the task of oiling and sharpening his heavy Axe “one can never be to careful” he said smiling at her. “You know that lad of yours is going to need watching more closely. The last thing we need is for him to pick a fight in a strange town.” His look turned more solemn. “Things around here don’t seem altogether right as it is. Did you see the way those guards just turned and walked away earlier, and the way his neck swelled as he glared at them. I thought it my imagination at first.” Kaleea sighed “I fear more of his fathers traits are starting to appear, he could very well become beyond our control. I must pray to my gods that we reach Gorm before that happens.”

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  Kreegar made his way to the wine cellar, having found nothing to burn in any of the other rooms. In order to see, he wrapped a length of oily cloth he had found thrown in a corner around the end of his dirk lighting it with a flint and steel from a leather pouch Garrik had given him.

As Kreegar descended the stairs the flickering light created bizarre shadows and forms on the cellar walls. Yet he was unafraid, the air was cold and dank, it smelled of earth and sour wine. Upon reaching the bottom of the steep staircase Kreegar found himself surrounded by racks of wine bottles. Giant kegs lined the back part of the cellar. While searching for food the youngster noticed that one of the kegs jutted out from the wall. Upon closer observation he saw that the wall had a large breach in it. Suddenly the makeshift torch abruptly went out, only to be replaced by a soft flickering light coming from inside the breach. Carefully peering into the opening he saw ancient oil lamps embedded in the stone wall. Using his makeshift torch to light the first one, he shook off the flaming cloth and sheathed his blade, Kreegar stepped into the secret passage and moved forward down a long corridor at the end of which he encountered a heavy wooden door. It seemed out of place in this derelict Inn. It had been hewn from trees that were unfamiliar to him; the grain of the wood ran in swirls and patterns of a chaotic nature. No form or reason to them, yet they were quite beautiful. The hinges and opening mechanism were of ancient design; a green patina covered it, yet Kreegar could still make out the strange carvings and images in the pits and pock marked metal.

Finally the boy’s youthful curiosity got the best of him. Reaching out towards the latch he ran his hand gently over the archaic mechanism, as he touched it a small charge coursed through Kreegar’s body, pleasant at first, but soon his hair was standing on end and his muscles contracted painfully. Suddenly without warning and none to gently, Kreegar was hurled back towards the stairway he had come down only moments before. Striking the floor with a dull thud the young warrior rolled to his feet dirk in hand. “By the gods” he swore to himself repeating a phrase he had heard Garrik utter a number of times.   Kreegar saw a large cloud of dust settling around the open doorway, lying on the floor where he had stood only moments before was the huge door; it had been pulled to the floor with a crushing force by chains that had been previously hidden. Puzzled Kreegar cautiously moved forward. “What pushed me away,” He said quietly to himself, “I should have been beneath that, crushed like an insect.” His body still tingled slightly from whatever it was that had thrown him back. A strange odor issued from the other side of the strange portal, a pungent sickly sweet smell. Kreegar, being far braver than most boys his age entered the room. “By the Gods of Nizzaron” he swore, aloud this time at what he saw. At the far end of the large room, squatting like an obscene toad was a colossal stone Idol. Eight arms jutted from a grotesque frog like torso, at the end of each arm was a clawed hand turned palm upward. Though it was what these hands held that brought the first tinges of fear to Kaleea’s only son. In the center of each palm was stacked a small pile of human heads. Though it was their state that brought a chill to Kreegar heart, for they appeared to be recently decapitated and not cleanly at that. The heads had been ripped from their bodies, not cut. The head of the idol was that of a horned demon, encircling the throat was what appeared to be a necklace of human skulls. Looking down at the base of the grisly Idol Kreegar saw piled in a nightmarish heap the remains of what had once been attached to the heads, bodies piled one upon the other, arms reaching to the sky in a silent plea for mercy, and finding none.

This was all his young mind could take, turning with a scream Kreegar charged back the way he had come.

  “Garrik,” Kaleea said softly,  “Kreegar has been gone to long. I know he is not like other children, but he is still a child.” Garrik smiled at her. “I’ll go look for him.”

“We’ll both go, Garrik,” Kaleea said standing  “this place gives me a very uneasy feeling.” They both turned and walked in the direction Kreegar had gone. Kreegar rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and ran squarely into Garrik nearly bowling he and Kaleea over. “They…bodies…dead…heads…He stammered incoherently. “Kreegar what has happened?” Garrik grab him by the shoulders and shook him. “Calm down boy and tell us what is wrong.”

 Kaleea embraced her son “He is terrified Garrik. What could have happened?” she asked holding Kreegar tighter trying to calm the frightened boy. “I know not Kaleea but I mean to find out.” Looking to Kreegar, Garrik spoke in a gruff voice.  “Get a hold of yourself boy and tell us what happened” 

“A door... many dead.” I think that’s where everyone one is” Spoke Kreegar, terror in his young voice, Kaleea still held him tightly, gently stroking his long black mane. “It’s alright my son, you’re safe with us. Where was it you saw these things.

Kreegar, calmed by the sound of his mother’s voice finally spoke “In the cellar, mother. Down a hidden passage, a room, bodies stacked like cord wood in front of a horrific Idol, the heads gone, yet not gone” He paused as the image still freshly imprinted in his minds eye sprang forth. A shudder ran the length of the youngster’s body causing his mother to hold him closer to her breast. A thought struck her suddenly “He is terrified,” “He may be the son of a demon,” She said “But there is a little boy in there too. “As her son continued, Kaleea thought out loud. “ Dare I hope that the human part of him could prove more powerful than his father?”  

  “Kaleea,” Garrik said, nudging her, interrupting her thoughts. “What Kreegar has described sounds very familiar. The Targons, that blood crazed race of warriors that murdered my family, worship a bloated demon called Kulram-Ra.” “There are whispered legends from my homeland that tell of a cult of warrior-priests that conducted arcane ceremonies in the bowels of the earth.” Perhaps this village was built over one of those ancient temples. The superstitious villagers would have kept away from it.

 They walked cautiously toward the stairway Kreegar had descended earlier, listening intently as Garrik continued. “Entire towns where wiped from the face of the earth in Mass sacrifices to their obscene god.

 As they descended the stairs Kreegar told them about the falling door trap and how he had been pulled from harms way by some mysterious force. They entered the wine cellar where Kreegar pointed out the opening behind the huge keg. Garrik held out his hand stopping Kaleea and her son from going any further. “Wait here a moment” he said. Stepping though the hidden breach in the wall the seasoned warrior carefully made his way towards the open doorway. From inside the room a flickering of torchlight issued forth. Garrik’s axe settled in his hands. Ready for anything he moved stealthily into the chamber of death.

It looked as before, Bodies with arms stretched high in silent supplication. Heads stacked neatly in the palms of the Idol. “Kulram-Ra” Garrik whispered and he felt his blood turn to ice as he took in the grim scene before him. Memories of his slaughtered family sprang forth, images that he had forcibly forgotten long ago.  

 The Targons had returned.

After regaining his composure, Garrik explored the gruesome temple further. Always aware and axe at the ready for anything.

Meanwhile Kaleea and Kreegar were doing some exploring of their own. Kreegar while still quite shaken was doing his best not to show fear in front of Garrik. In the short time they had been together the young warrior had come to look up to the older warrior, cursing like Garrik and mimicking certain mannerisms. Garrik had seen this and thought it amusing while Kaleea saw it as more of a learning trait, and was glad for it. “If Kreegar becomes half the man you are Garrik, I will be pleased.”  She was shaken from her thoughts by Garrik's hand upon her shoulder. “ Let us leave this hellish place, “ he said to her. “There is nothing we can do for these poor souls. The Targons have done their work well.

“Come boy,” he said to Kreegar who was now showing his bravery by standing at the foot of the idol. “These people were killed only a short while ago, so the Targon could still be close by. They are as a rule cowards in single combat but unfortunately they seldom travel alone and when they partake of the Wizards Bane they are a force to be reckoned with.”

So weapons in hand the trio went back the way they had come. Leaving the Hanged Man Inn they noticed the sentries that had stopped them upon their arrival to the small village had disappeared leaving the place devoid of life. Kreegar asked Garrik “Could they have been Targons?” That would explain why they wanted our weapons” “That’s possible boy, but why weren’t we attacked?  Surely it took more than three of them to wipe out an entire village” Garrik said, thinking to himself, “Could you have had something to do with it boy, you and this strange power you seem to have.” With that thought in mind Garrik said aloud, “Come you two, we’ve a long ways to go before we reach the dragon swamps, and if the Targons are on the killing path of Kulram-Ra once again, we may have to fight our way to find Gorm.” The remainder of their journey had come and gone without mishap, they slept during the day and traveled at night, occasionally they had to avoid Targon scouting parties, Garrik used these times to school Kreegar in the art of stealth and tracking. Remaining motionless for hours, sometimes so close they could hear the guttural whispers of the Targon warriors.  Kreegar devoured the knowledge Garrik past on to him, never knowing enough, always wanting more.

They saw very little of civilization on their journey to the Dragon swamps. What contact the trio did have with humankind was always met with suspicion and mistrust. Rumors had spread to the outlying villages that the Targon hordes were on the killing path again, that a wizard of great magical powers was bringing them together.  A name was whispered around the cooking fires, a name that struck terror into the hearts of every man, woman, and child that heard it. The name of Galroth. He who had been slain by King Kreegar so many years before, his bones scattered to the four winds.

'That's brilliant,' he cried, 'absolutely brilliant! Come back now and give us our swords!'

There was no reply.

'Reappear, please!' called the knight. 'We really need those swords!'

He waved his hands around in the air to find the invisible magician and felt up and down the walls of the cave.

I ran outside and stared around, but, apart from Samson and Delilah shivering by the river, our valley was empty. I returned to Sir Deveril, who was grovelling in the recesses of the cave for the magician.

'Can't see him,' I said.

'Well, if he's invisible, you wouldn't.' He stood up. 'I suppose he couldn't played a trick on us, Tevis?'

'He seemed genuine enough to me. I expect he's had some problem with the magic. I mean, it's dangerous stuff, isn't it?'

The knight sighed.

'You're probably right. Oh, Tevis, I'm so tired. I think we'll sleep now and then, maybe, when we awake, the magician will have come back.'

He lay down in a corner and was instantaneously unconscious. I, however, remained awake as my mind mulled over recent events.

I stirred from a dream of fierce wolves and bears to see bright sunlight streaming through the cave's entrance. Harness jingled in the distance. I rose and went outside to see how of the horses were. A robin sang from a hawthorn and a competitor answered from across the river.

Samson and Delilah raised their heads to greet me, then returned to busy grazing. I took food suitable for breakfast from the saddlebags, returned to the cave and woke Sir Deveril.

'Has that magician come back?' he asked.

'I'm afraid not.'

'Well, we can't afford to wait for him any longer, but we've lost our weapons - and that's the worst thing which can happen to a knight. But haven't you still got that sword you had before I gave you mine after the conflict with Sir Marcius?'

'No. I didn't want to burden Delilah with more than necessary, so I left it in Lady Juliana's armoury.'

Sir Deveril chewed his lip.

'Tevis, we're defenceless.'

'We have the maces and lances.'

'They're not the same. You've no idea how vulnerable I feel without a sword.'

'You'll win another one,' I said.

For a moment the knight looked doubtful. 'Will I, Tevis?'

'Oh, yes. I'm certain of it.'

Sir Deveril seemed reassured and gave a lop-side grin.

After breakfast we continued to follow the river downstream. Sir Deveril deduced from the position of the sun that it was still flowing westward.

Round a bend we saw that our valley opened out as the stream joined with a much wider river. Our path wound on for many miles, sometimes following the riverbank and, on other occasions, meandering through daisy-filled meadows.

The track, as it progressed, turned into a rough road and the hillside on our left rose and closed in. Here the valley narrowed to pinch our route between the river and a rocky outcrop.

Suddenly, a knight appeared before us. He rode a white stallion and carried a blue shield emblazoned with a golden griffin. He raised his visor.

'Halt! I am Sir Conal of Kintbury and this is my road!'

'Is it really?' asked Sir Deveril. 'Well, I must say that you've made an excellent job of it. Smooth, dry - we like it, don't we, Tevis?'

'Yes. It's an excellent road.'

'What I mean,' said the knight, 'is that if you want to use it, you must pay a toll.'

'How much?' asked Sir Deveril.

'One mark - each!'

'It's a good road, but it's not that good. Anyway, Sir Conal, I don't have a mark.' Sir Deveril turned to me. 'Have you got a mark, Tevis?'

'Oh, no, I've never had a mark. I haven't even seen one.'

Sir Deveril turned back to Sir Conal.

'There, you see, neither of us can pay. I'm afraid you'll have to manage without our money.'

'You cannot walk upon my land,' said Sir Conal, 'without payment!'

'Did you make it?'

'No.'

'Then it's not your land, though both you and I must tread on it. Try to stop me if you can!'

Sir Deveril dropped his visor, lowered his lance, and spurred Samson to a charge.

Sir Conal raised his shield, but seemed ill prepared for the knight's sudden onslaught. He missed Sir Deveril completely with his own the lance and took his opponent's spear on the side of his helmet. The impact shot out of his saddle to land awkwardly on the verge.

Sir Deveril whirled Samson around and poked Sir Conal with his lance.

'I'll grant you your life in return for the spoil of your goods. Tevis, remove Sir Conal's sword and the tolls he extorted from innocent wayfarers.

'I didn't extort the tolls,' protested Sir Conal. 'I tell you, it's my road.'

'Another word,' warned Sir Deveril, 'and all you'll possess of God's good earth will measure six feet long. Tevis, put anything that this man might use to cause harm to others upon his horse and lead it behind Delilah. We must press on.'

He turned and rode onwards, the brilliant sunshine glinting upon his armour.

We came into Hungerford and took lodgings in the Bush, an inn which a man in the street reckoned as the best. Its landlady welcomed us like long lost sons. She dragged us inside the house, sat us at the table and fed us badly cooked food until we could bear no more.

'How far is it to Wroughton, Jane?' asked the knight, when she gave him a mug of adulterated ale.

'You don't want to go to Wroughton, Sir Deveril. You ought to stay here. It's much nicer.'

'Why?' I asked. 'What's Wroughton like?'

'Don't know,' said Jane. 'Never seen it, but those who have tell me it's not nearly as good as Hungerford.'

'Did those who've seen it say how far away it is?' asked Sir Deveril.

'Between ten and twenty miles. Go up the high -'

'Hey!' shouted a man in the corner. 'I'm getting hungry, old woman! How much longer are you going to gossip?'

'Don't you call Jane an old woman!' I shouted.

The man rose and walked across the room to me. He was tall, dark-haired, and wore a sword on his belt.

'If I want to call her an old woman,' he said, looking down at me, 'I shall call her an old woman.'

I rose, but the big man still looked down at me.

'It'll take more than a boy to stop me.'

'Excuse me,' I said, 'but I'm a man and a squire.'

He laughed, then drew back his fist and threw a punch at my face. I swayed to the left and hit him in the ribs. He stumbled backwards and fell over a bench. When he scrambled to his feet, he had a knife in his hand. I drew my dagger. The man looked at it, laughed pulled out a sword.

'Leave the peasant alone, Fergus!' yelled voices from the man's table.

'I'm not a peasant!' I shouted, but a lunge from his sword forced me to take refuge behind a couple of chairs.

Fergus advanced cautiously, sword outstretched. I retreated behind a table. Fergus circled the furniture - so did I.

'You stupid, stupid men!' screamed Jane. 'Stop this fighting and get out of my inn!'

We ignored her, searching each other's faces for signals. Soon Fergus grew tired of orbiting the table and jumped on top of it. I hopped backwards, picked up a chair and swung it at his legs. He tried to leap over it, but misjudged his timing and fell sprawling across the table top. I grabbed at his sword arm, but he rolled out of reach, fell off the table and smashed into three seats.

'Don't break my furniture, you vandal!' shouted Jane.

I tipped the table over to land on Fergus. He gave a cry of pain, rose from the debris and hopped across the room.

I picked up a broken chair leg and struck at his thigh, but a trestle got in the way and splintered my weapon. Fergus turned and gave a backhand cut. I dodged the sword, tripped over a bench and rolled to avoid a lunge at my neck.

I got to my feet, ducked a thrust to the head, picked up a chair and threw it at Fergus. It missed him, but a second struck his shoulder. He reeled against the wall, giving me the chance to bend his arm backwards until he let go of the sword. It fell to the floor, to be snatched up by Sir Deveril.

We were now both out of breath, puffing and panting amidst a mass of broken furniture.

I raised my fists to continue the fight.

'Apologise to Jane,' I said.

Fergus turned to the landlady.

'I'm sorry,' he said. 'I shouldn't have called you old.'

'Get out of my inn, you beast!' screamed the woman. She turned to Sir Deveril and me. 'And you can go, too, you great drunken louts!'

'We're not dr-'

Sir Deveril interrupted me.

'Don't argue, Tevis, it will only make matters worse.'

He took my arm and hustled me into the street.

'Look around for another inn,' he said, 'and, by the way, you've acquired a most reliable sword.'

Think fastly

I rode through lonely paths
Deadly paths
Lovely paths
Joyful ones
Swim on cloud nine
With my sword

Through my victories
I wiped up defeats
And learnt my mistakes
But if you think I lost my mind

Think fastly

I travelled by plane, train
Bike and car
Swam with horses
And my sword
You may say it's too young
To die
Like a fresh-baked cake
Could cry

Think fastly

I flew with busy-pass
In melodious skies
Tender clouds
Baroque past
Swam in bath

Through my memories
I discover oblivion
And never really won
But if you think I lost my heart

You know what

Mae Linat © 2008

The other morning, as I was reading a newspaper over someone’s shoulder, I noticed an Asian man standing with his girlfriend by one of the doors. The sight appeared normal, even quaint, and I returned back to an article about if houseplants can kill you. After only a few words into the article, my brain received a much delayed message and I looked back at the couple. Yes, the message had been right…he wasn’t wearing any shoes. He was completely barefoot.

Oh the UNSANITARY!!

I began to devise scenarios on how such a normal looking person (he had a girlfriend with him, doesn’t that prove SOME level of sanity?) could lose their shoes at 8:15 in the morning. As I was daydreaming about some sort of “knock your shoes off” chase, I got distracted by another sight – the shoeless man was holding a Samurai sword.

Well, how else would you get a Samurai sword home, I thought. Perhaps he’d just made a purchase and was on his way home. Maybe he’d traded his shoes for it.

The presence of his girlfriend calmed me slightly – it’s SOOOO not cool to run people through with a sword in front of your girl – but I couldn’t get over the fact that this man on the subway had a deadly weapon and no one seemed bothered except me.

Bring a shot gun onto the subway and people would squeeze out of the windows to get away from you. Bring a sword – podcast on how to make tapas time.

At the next stop, he took off his jacket. I guess it was a bit warm on the train, but not what I would call, “outfit altering.” Maybe he wasn’t getting enough air conditioning on his side of the car or maybe he wanted to show off his giant skull and cross bones t-shirt before his killing spree. I looked at his arms, ‘Are those leg warmers on his arms’, I thought. Not 100% sure of what they were, I deemed them as concrete proof that the sword was not a recent purchase.

His demeanor was gentle, calm and in no way aggressive. I kept trying to tell myself that just because he was dressed like a crazy, homicidal killer, didn’t mean he was one. There are so many kinds of people in New York that it’s of – ‘What’s in the bag!?’ I thought as I saw him reach into his backpack.

‘What could it possibly be,’ I thought. A rabbit? A trophy for a costume contest? SHOES?!!

“Oh good,” I said out loud. “It’s a mask!”

A white, cat shaped mask with blood red eyed mask to be exact. His girlfriend didn’t flinch. No one on the train did.

The doors opened at the train stop. People got on, people got off without care of the scene that had me thinking about what I had in my bag that could constitute as a weapon.

I’d be stupid not to get off the train, right? If I were to explain this to someone, they’d be right to ask why I didn’t just get on another train, right? I imagined myself in a hospital being interviewed by the news and explaining, “No one else seemed worried, so I ignored the danger of a shoeless man wearing a mask and carrying a sword.”

‘Is this an issue of tolerance,’ I thought. ‘Am I not walking away from this situation because he’s Asian and I know not every Asian person is a ninja with murder in their heart?’ Sure, tolerance is good, but at what point does that go out the window? What if I had seen the shoe bomber lighting his shoe on fire? Would I have dug my face deep into my magazine thinking I’d look racist if I called the flight attendant? And lighting your shoe on fire is less of an obvious threat as a masked man with a fucking sword, right?

My stop was next so I began to estimate how long it would take the guy to kill his way to me. I guessed no less than 14 seconds. I was counting down to when I thought the door would open, hoping to get past the 14 second mark before the guy snapped. However, the mark came and went, the doors opened, I got off and the sword stayed at his side.

As the doors closed, I viewed the scene through the safety of the glass. He still looked passive, as if he were more concerned with not missing his stop than killing everyone in the subway car. Perhaps my imagination had gotten the better of me, I thought as I walked up the stairs to the outside world. As I reached the top stair, I’d almost convinced myself that New York was a great town because you could be a complete weirdo and no one would bat an eye.

By the time I got to work I realized that New York was a great town because it allowed you to justify anything you need it to. The town is safe. It’s tough. You’re surrounded by freaks. You’re not the freak. Etc., etc, etc.,

Unul dintre cele mai marfa filme vazute de mine (si trust me, am vazut destule)!!!! Un western japonez!!! Mult mai mult decat atat. Este in primul rand un tribut adus filmelor "spaghetti western" (inca din titlu,"suriaki" fiind un fel de spaghete japoneze), dar realizat de un japonez, in stilul inconfundabil al lui Tarantino-care pe langa faptul ca si-a "bagat coada" la greu in realizarea proiectului asta, joaca si un rol secundar in film, in care se distreaza grozav, vorbind engleza cu un pronuntat acent japonez. Filmul mixeaza cu succes cliseele westernurilor italiene, atmosfera dementa din "Moulin Rouge" , onoarea impinsa pana la extrem a samurailor lui Kurosawa si modul de filmare "made by" Tarantino din "Kil Bill" ......Isi mai aminteste cineva  de "DJANGO" ( ala din 1966, cu Franco Nero)?? Ei bine, Takashi se pare ca si-a amintit, si impreuna cu Tarantino au realizat un remake original dupa acesta, si totodata un omagiu adus lui Sergio Corbucci si tuturor spaghetti westernurilor care ne-au incantat aproape tuturor copilaria. Si au reusit cu varf si indesat. Povestea, la fel ca si in "DJANGO" este aceeasi, un pistolar singuratic ajunge undeva intr-un orasel stapanit de doua bande rivale, unde evident nimereste la mijloc, in confruntarea dintre acestiea. Avem de toate, un orasel tipic de western, dar presarat cu pagode din loc in loc, japonezi imbracati in cowboy care vorbesc cu accent, dueluri cu pistoale si sabii, umor dement, sange in valuri, un "shot-down" monumental al sfarsit, cadre si culori specifice lui Tarantino, toate astea pe o coloana sonora care te face sa-ti amintesti mult timp dupa, ca ai vazut filmul asta. Nu trebuie sa fii neaparat fan Tarantino sau nostalgic dupa "spaghetti western" ca sa-ti placa filmul asta. E mult prea bine realizat ca sa nu mearga la sigur !!!! In concluzie, va zice fratilii vostru, vedeti trailerul (cu sonorul la maxim) si decideti singuri dupa aceea. Sincer, VEDETI TRAILERUL !!!

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Some days ago, millions of people saw the vice-presidential debate between Biden and Palin (it was fine and there were no blows), and tomorrow Tuesday (October 7th), we’ll see Obama and McCain again (I smell another win for …). Although people may be in complete disagreement with the ones from the opposite party, even members from both political affiliations can have fun at Atom.com by playing a cool Flash game à la Mortal Kombat called Kung-Fu Election.

Let’s begin with the gameplay. You may be disappointed (or not) because of the lack of fatalities, but the gameplay, control and mechanism feels like the one from the 90s versions of Midway’s Mortal Kombat and Atari’s Pit Fighter. The action is not like the one in 2D Capcom fighting games, but it’s still fun to play.

The graphics are realistic. I'm surprised by the realistic graphic details of the game. The characters look awesome, but make sure your PC has a normal amount of RAM. Even in computers from two or three years ago, if your PC has 256MB DDR, it would work a bit slow. Make sure you don't have that many applications open or in use. Anything higher than that should be good.

The characters have been updated, meaning people can choose a fight between Palin and Hillary Clinton. Of course, some of the previous presidential candidates are present like Guillani, Biden, Richardson, Edwards, Romney and others. Edwards (he does a Hadouken to freeze his opponent just like Sub-Zero) and Bill Clinton (you can see him when you use one of Hillary's special moves) both look like Ryu, and Hillary seems to be a fan of Chun-Li, from Street Fighter II. Cindy McCain has the same costume as the main character from Kill Bill, while Huckabee and Giuliani look somewhat like Raiden and Baraka (not Barack). Biden's character seems to come from Namco Bandai's Soul Calibur games. Michelle Obama is also present in the game.

Every character has two special attacks. Make sure to practice with your favorite fighters a lot in the training room to execute their attacks effectively and get to understand your opponents' abilities as well. The one I don't like that much is Palin's hockey stick because it can turn into a rifle and can fire three bullets at you, one at a time. That special attack may take some of fun away from the game, unless you find out someone else’s special move to counterattack with, or be patient in order to learn your opponents’ techniques to beat him or her. The same can happen with other characters as you get to play the game. There’s no time limit (cool!), and no way to pause the game ( :( ). My wish list: a 2-player mode, and an online mode (like Street Fighter Online), and maybe even add past presidents like George Washington. It’s a great Flash game to play. I’d like to know now if the current president is a hidden playable character (like Goro is in Mortal Kombat Armageddon).

If you've played Bible Fight (where there is a hidden, playable character indeed) on AdultSwim.com and had lots of fun with it, then you should definitively try Kung-Fu Election. Unlike politics, this is fun. Like politics, be careful as to whom to choose. At least, in this game, the best fighter will win without cheating. To play this game, go to www.kungfuelection.com.

En español | In English

Hace unos días, millones de personas vieron el debate vice-presidencial entre Biden y Palin (estuvo bueno y no hubo golpes fuertes) y mañana martes (7 de octubre) veremos a Obama y a McCain otra vez (ya huelo otro triunfo para …). Aunque la gente pueda estar en desacuerdo completo con la gente del partido opuesto, incluso los miembros de ambas afiliaciones políticas pueden divertirse en Atom.com al jugar un juego chévere Flash à la Mortal Kombat con el nombre de Kung-Fu Election.

Comencemos con el juego en sí. Tal vez se encuentre decepcionado (o no) por la falta o carencia de las fatalidades, pero el juego, control y mecanismo se parece al de las versiones de Mortal Kombat de Midway y de Pit Fighter de Atari. La acción no es como la de los juegos de combate 2D de Capcom, pero aún es divertido para jugarlo.

Los gráficos son realísticos. Los detalles gráficos realistas del juego me sorprendieron. Los personajes parecen impresionantes, pero asegúrense de que su PC tenga una cantidad normal de RAM. Incluso en computadoras a partir hace de dos o tres años, si su PC tiene 256MB DDR, trabajaría un poco lento. Cerciórense de que ustedes no tengan muchas aplicaciones abiertas o en uso. Cualquier cosa mayor que eso debe ser bueno.

Los personajes han sido actualizados, y eso quiere decir que la gente puede escoger una pelea entre Palin y Hillary Clinton. Claro, algunos de los candidatos a la presidencia están presentes tales como Guillani, Biden, Richardson, Edwards, Romney y otros. Ambos, Edwards (él hace un Hadouken para congelar a sus contrincante como Sub-Zero) y Bill Clinton (lo pueden ver cuando usan uno de los movimientos especiales de Hillary), se parecen a Ryu, y Hillary parece que es una hincha o fanática de Chun-Li, de Street Fighter II. Cindy Mc Cain lleva el mismo traje que la de la personaje principal de Kill Bill, mientras que Huckabee y Giuliani se parecen en algo a Raiden y Baraka (no a Barack). El personaje de Biden parece que viene de los juegos de Soul Calibur de Namco Bandai. Michelle Obama también está presente en el juego.

Cada personaje tiene dos ataques especiales. Asegúrense de practicar con sus combatientes favoritos bastante en la sala de entrenamiento para ejecutar sus ataques efectivamente y para que de igual manera lleguen a comprender las habilidades de sus oponentes. Lo que no me gusta mucho es el stick de hockey de Palin porque se puede convertir en un rifle y puede disparar tres balas, una a la vez, a ustedes. Ese ataque especial puede quitar por sí mismo la diversión del juego, a menos a que encuentren el movimiento especial para contraatacar con el movimiento especial de alguien más, ó sean pacientes para aprender las técnicas de sus oponentes para vencerlos. Lo mismo puede suceder con otros personajes a medida que jueguen el juego. No hay tiempo límite (¡qué chévere!), y no hay manera de poner pausa en el juego ( :( ). Mi lista de deseos: un modo de juego para dos jugadores, y un modo online (como en Street Fighter Online), y tal vez aumentar a presidentes del pasado como George Washington. Es un juego Flash divertido para jugar. Me gustaría saber ahora si el presidente actual es un personaje oculto capaz de ser escogido (como Goro en Mortal Kombat Armageddon).

Si han jugado Bible Fight (donde sí hay un personaje oculto jugable) en AdultSwim.com y se han divertido bastante con eso, entonces definitivamente debería tratar Kung-Fu Election. No como en la política, este es divertido. Como en la política, cuidado a quien escoja. Por lo menos en este juego, el o la mejor combatiente ganará sin hacer trampas. Para jugar este juego, vayan a www.kungfuelection.com.

'You're right,' he said, at last. 'I can't, while a guest of Sir Felix, challenge him to a duel in front of Lady Amaryllis. It would be an abuse of his hospitality.'

There was a knock at the door and Penda popped his head in.

'Excuse me - and you mustn't ask me any more questions, please - but I've been instructed to call you for supper.'

Sir Deveril grimly beckoned the sentry into the room.

'No questions, Penda, but I do have something to tell you. My squire and I are planning to leave here tomorrow.'

The sentry pursed his lips.

'You'll need Sir Felix's permission for that - and he'll expect you to give a very good reason for going.'

Sir Deveril frowned.

'I need a brief word with my squire. Go into the corridor, close the door behind you and wait for me.' He was silent until Penda had gone, then said: 'Sir Felix will never give us his permission, so we'll have leave without it. Say nothing to anyone, but get food and drink for the journey and meet me in the stables after supper.'

He stepped briskly from the chamber to follow Penda, while I made my way to the kitchen. Matilda was waiting and hustled me into my seat in the dark corner. The trestle was already laid with porridge.

I sighed. 'Porridge again?'

'Yes,' she said. 'It's always porridge for supper, but I have got some ale for you.'

'Bring your supper and join me. I want somebody to talk to.'

'We had our supper earlier, Sir Tevis. There's too much to do for us to have our meals at the same time as you.'

'Oh,' I said. 'When do the kitchen servants finish their work?'

'About an hour from now. Why?'

She raised her eyebrows.

'Just curious.' I changed the subject quickly. 'Have you worked here very long, Matilda?'

She smiled and began the story of her life. It was long and she hadn't even reached the point when she arrived at Sandleford Castle before I'd finished the porridge and ale. When, at last, she came to the present day, we were both exhausted and went off to our respective rooms.

I climbed the stairs to my chamber in the clouds, lay on the bedding for what I estimated to be an hour, then tiptoed down to the kitchen again. It was deserted.

I found a couple of bags and began to fill them with the contents of the cupboards. There were flasks of wine, loaves of bread and a multitude of apples. In one there was even meat!

'Still hungry, Sir Tevis?' Matilda stepped out of a doorway with a torch in her hand.

I pushed the bags behind my back, but not before she had noticed them. She grinned.

'I know what you want,' she said.

'Do you?'

'It's obvious, isn't it? You're getting ready to leave - and you've come to ask me to ride with you.'

'Well ....'

'And my answer's yes, yes, yes.' She came close and stroked my cheek. 'We'll travel the world together, Sir Tevis, sleep under the stars and live by our wits. Oh, it will be wonderful - absolutely wonderful!'

I pictured the future and it looked a bit bleak.

'Naturally I'll need to discuss this with Sir Deveril first,' I said.

'No, you don't. Be a man. Make your own decision. I want to ride with you, Sir Tevis, not him.' The dismay must have shown in my face, for her voice abruptly hardened. 'Of course, if you don't take me with you I shall have to call the guards.'

'You wouldn't.'

Her eyes flashed.

'I would!'

I grabbed the girl, bundled her into one of the cupboards and bolted the door. Her cries for help were muffled, but when she began to pound on the door I picked up bags and ran to the stables.

Sir Deveril had Samson and Delilah saddled. He snatched my bags and tied them on the horses.

'Quick,' I said. 'A maid caught me in the kitchen. I put her in a cupboard, but someone will let her out any moment.'

'Tevis,' said the knight,' that's no way to treat a lady.'

'She was going to call the guards!'

'That's different. Take Delilah. We leave immediately.'

Sir Deveril led Samson from the stable, drew his sword and headed for the portal. Two sleepy sentries stood at the gate. Sir Deveril approached the nearest and tapped him on the shoulder.

'Let us out, please.'

'Do you have permission?'

Sir Deveril placed the point of his sword to the man's throat.

'Will this do?'

'Yes,' croaked the sentry, being careful not to nod.

'Good,' said Sir Deveril. 'We shall go now.'

The man edged to the windlasses, raised the portcullis and lowered the drawbridge. His colleague, with my sword against his neck, watched the operation in exasperation. We threw the sentries' pikes into the moat, mounted the horses and galloped into the night. Soon we entered thick forest where the moonlight was obscured, compelling us to slow to a walk.

We continued into the darkness, following a track that wound about crazily while listening out for the hoof beats of pursuit. Hours passed, then we were compelled to halt on the brink of a river that crossed the path. Sir Deveril said he was reluctant to ford it by night as he couldn't judge its depth.

I looked around.

'Which way now?'

'That, Tevis, depends on where we are and where we intend to go.'

'The maid in the castle told me that we were quite near Newbury, and the carter said we should head for Hungerford next.'

'That lies west of Newbury,' said Sir Deveril, 'but I've lost all sense of direction. Dismount Delilah, please, take off a gauntlet and feel a tree trunk.'

I did as he requested, glad no-one else was there to see me.

'Lichen only grows on the north side. Face that direction, then find a path which heads west - that will be to your left, Tevis.'
The most suitable track seemed to run parallel to the river. We turned the horses and, for the remainder of the night, followed its loops and detours downstream. The ground grew rougher as we progressed until, as dawn approached, we emerged from the forest into a land of cliffs and rocks.

Our stream flowed into a steep-sided valley and we entered it to follow the riverbank. The sun rose upon us, but dark clouds blew across the sky obliterating it and soon we were engulfed by a downpour.

'Rain,' said Sir Deveril, 'the curse of the knight! Look for some shelter, Tevis.'

Hungry, wet and tired, we urged the horses onward, but found nothing until Sir Deveril noticed a dark shape among the rocks halfway up the hillside that indicate the entrance to cave. It was too steep to lead the horses up to it, so we tethered them by the stream and scrambled over the boulders.

It was a cave - rather shallow, but enough to provide protection from the rain. However, it already had an occupant. It was an old man in filthy clothing.

'Excuse us,' said Sir Deveril. 'May we share this cave with you?'

'Certainly,' said the man. 'Come in! Come in!'

He moved against the wall to make more room for us. Sir Deveril and I sat on the floor and watched the rain, while old man stared at us.

'Got any food?' he asked, eventually.

'No,' I said, 'but I can get some.'

'And wine,' he said.

'We don't have wine,' said Sir Deveril. 'Only water.'

The man sniffed.

'Nasty stuff, but I suppose it'll have to do.'

I left him still grumbling, slithered down to Delilah and dug out of her saddlebag as much as I could manage. Back in the cave we unwrapped it and shared salted beef and several apples. The man gnawed his portions to pieces and then washed it down with water.

Sir Deveril and I rested our backs against the cave-wall and settled down to doze.

'I'm a magician,' said our companion.

'Really?' Sir Deveril roused himself and looked at the old man with new interest. 'What can you do?'

'Anything I want. For instance, I could make some personal item of yours disappear.'

'Go on!' Sir Deveril was as excited as a small child and searched around for something to give the magician.

'Draw your swords and lay them on the ground in front of you.'

We did as requested.

'Now, close your eyes.'

There was a scuffling noise, then silence. We waited for the command to open our eyes again, but it didn't come. Eventually, I peeped out.

'They've gone!' I squeaked.

'It's a miracle,' cried Sir Deveril, 'for the magician has disappeared too!'

Note: Muslims believe  that Jesus peace be upon him according to the Holy Quran is a wonderful, humble, generous messenger of God who came down and revealed God's words to his people, the people of Israel. As a Muslim, I don't believe that any of the stuff that I will present from Bible is really the true word of GOD!, I think that Prophet Jesus peace be upon him is INNOCENT from what the Bible claims about him from nonsense and hateful teachings.  But the thing is that Christians still believe that the bible is a word of God, so they must believe what the bible says about their Lord.

So let us read what the bible says about the “biblical” Jesus:

The Biblical Jesus Wasn't a Great Example of How To Talk To One's Mother !!

The Biblical Jesus is not a very good role model to follow when it comes to knowing how to speak to your mother. Look how he talks to his mother...

John 2:3-4

3When the wine was gone, Jesus' mother said to him, "They have no more wine." 4"Dear woman, why do you involve me?" Jesus replied, "My time has not yet come."

This is definitely no way to speak to your mother. "Why do you involve me?" how can a respectable role model say such a thing to his mother?

Donald Arthur (D. A.) Carson says.

The form of address, gynai ('Dear Woman'), though thoroughly courteous, is not normally an endearing term, nor the form of address preffered by a son addressing a much loved mother. (D.A. Carson, The Pillar New Testament Commentary: The Gospel According to John, Commentary on John 2:1-11, p. 170)

One might argue back that Jesus' statement to his mother was not rude. However, as D.A. Carson indirectly admits, Jesus could (and should if he is the perfect example to follow) have chosen his words better when speaking to his mother.

Jesus elsewhere says...

Matthew 12:47-49

47Someone told him, "Your mother and brothers are standing outside, wanting to speak to you."

    48He replied to him, "Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?" 49Pointing to his disciples, he said, "Here are my mother and my brothers.

New Testament scholar Craig L. Blomberg says in his commentary.

“Jesus does not directly address his family but does implicitly rebuke them. They deserve no preferential treatment. Human kinship does not take priority over spiritual kinship, and Jesus is busy ministering to crowds that include his spiritual family. On calling disciples his brothers, cf. Heb 2:11; also cf. Matthew 28:10. The 'will of God', as through out Matthew, means obedience to God's commands by following Jesus. Matthew does say what Mary thought of her unusual son at this point in his career, but the most natural reading of Mark 3:21 would include her among those who thought he was 'out of his mind'. His brothers are singularly unimpressed and in no way yet his supporters (cf. John 7:1-5). Given the strong family ties in ancient Palestine, Jesus' attitude here would have proved as shocking as in 8:22 and 10:37. (Craig L. Blomberg, The New American Commentary, Commentary on Matthew 12:48-50, pp. 208-209, added emphasis is mine)

It appears that even Jesus' mother and disciples had a problem with his attitude (to the extent that they thought he was out of his mind!).

The Biblical Jesus Didn't Know How To Preach Properly !!

Jesus wasn't a good preacher..

Matthew 23:33

33"You snakes! You brood of vipers! How will you escape being condemned to hell?

Luke 11:40

40You foolish people! Did not the one who made the outside make the inside also?

Matthew 16:23 

23Jesus turned and said to Peter, "Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men."

What kind of perfect role model is this to follow? You go around insulting people while you preach, while at the same time you tell people to show love to their enemies? Even go as far as calling one of your disciples 'Satan'? Jesus couldn't be more patient and hold his tongue?

Jesus even got a bit physical at times...

John 2:15

13When it was almost time for the Jewish Passover, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. 14In the temple courts he found men selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. 15So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple area, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. 16To those who sold doves he said, "Get these out of here! How dare you turn my Father's house into a market!"

What authority did Jesus have to do such a thing? This story seems to teach us that vigilantism is okay at times.

Jesus also had a problem trying to communicate his teachings clearly. See this article.

The Biblical Jesus Told his Disciples to Take a Donkey and Colt Without the Owner's Permission !!

Matthew 21:1-3

1As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage on the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, 2saying to them, "Go to the village ahead of you, and at once you will find a donkey tied there, with her colt by her. Untie them and bring them to me. 3If anyone says anything to you, tell him that the Lord needs them, and he will send them right away."

I don't think that Jesus' orders were ethical at this point. You must ask the owner for permission to borrow something from him or at least buy it or rent it off from him. Some will argue that Jesus needed the donkey to fulfill a prophecy. But why would God want Jesus to commit a sin in order to fulfill a prophecy?

The Biblical Jesus Didn't Make it a Sin To Call Non Christians 'Fools' !!

Jesus made it clear that one cannot call his brother (spiritual brother) a fool...

Matthew 5:22

22But I tell you that anyone who is angry with his brother will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to his brother, 'Raca,' is answerable to the Sanhedrin. But anyone who says, 'You fool!' will be in danger of the fire of hell.

yet he called people "fools" himself !!

Matthew 23:17

17 You blind fools! Which is greater: the gold, or the temple that makes the gold sacred?

So it seems that Jesus made it a big deal for one to call his Christian brother a fool, while we don't see the same warning or condemnation if one were to do it with a non-Christian.

The Biblical Jesus Was a Curse !!

The Bible says that Jesus became a curse...

Galatians 3:13

13Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us, for it is written: "Cursed is everyone who is hung on a tree."

Now that's not a nice thing to be, now is it?

The Biblical Jesus Says He Speaks In Parables To Disbelievers So They Purposely Don't Understand What He Says !!

 In the Gospel of Mark, chapter 4, verses 10-12 we read:

10 And when he was alone, they that were about him with the twelve asked of him the parable.  11 And he said unto them, Unto you it is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God: but unto them that are without, all these things are done in parables:  12 That seeing they may see, and not perceive; and hearing they may hear, and not understand; lest at any time they should be converted, and their sins should be forgiven them.

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The Biblical Jesus Accused God of Abandoning Him !!

Jesus allegedly said on the cross...

Matthew 27:46

46About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"?which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

How can a righteous Prophet speak to his Lord in such a way? How can he accuse God of forsaking him, especially when God has promised to not forsake those who truly seek him (Psalm 9:10) and are faithful (Psalm 37:28)?

The Biblical Jesus Called People Both Dogs And Pigs!!

The Biblical Jesus said...

 Matthew 7:6

Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.

Matthew 15:26

26He replied, "It is not right to take the children's bread and toss it to their dogs."

The Jews used to use the word 'dogs' as a derogatory term in order to refer to the gentiles. Christians argue back that Jesus only used this term because it was common language at that time and so that the woman would have known what Jesus was speaking about.

This is a lame excuse. Jesus should have come and abolished this silly practice of referring to Gentiles as 'dogs'. If he wanted to communicate to the lady regarding Gentiles, he could have simply said 'Gentiles' and she would have known. He didn't have that to use that term and continue allowing this silly and offensive practice to live on.

The Biblical Jesus Refused to Heal a Sick Child Until His Mother Pressured Him !!

The following incident is related to the story above...

Matthew 15:22-28

22A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, "Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is suffering terribly from demon-possession."

    23Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, "Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us."

    24He answered, "I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel."

    25The woman came and knelt before him. "Lord, help me!" she said.

    26He replied, "It is not right to take the children's bread and toss it to their dogs."

    27"Yes, Lord," she said, "but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters' table."

    28Then Jesus answered, "Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted." And her daughter was healed from that very hour.

I would expect that a 'God incarnate' person who is ultimately merciful wouldn't think twice before helping a sick child, especially since he has the power to do so, It seems that Jesus in the corrupted book of the new testament changed his views ONLY because the woman begged him.  I wonder if the woman never did this and instead answered him inappropriately after he called her and all gentiles as "dogs" !!

The Biblical Jesus Taught Us to Love Satan !!

Jesus taught us to love our enemies...

Matthew 5:44-45

44But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, 45that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.

Satan happens to be our enemy...

1 Peter 5:8

8Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.

Therefore, according to Jesus we should love Satan.

The Biblical Jesus Purposely Goes Out To Be Tempted By The Devil !!

When one reads the story of Jesus' temptation in Matthew Chapter 4 you will see that this could have a negative influence on a person. For the story shows that Jesus purposely went out seeking the devil and put himself in a tight situation in which the devil is trying to tempt him.

This could influence people to purposely go out to bad places (e.g. parties, bars) and challenge themselves not to commit sin there so that they may 'over come' and 'defeat' the devil. This is putting oneself in danger. Instead he should teach us to avoid the devil as much as possible and if we are to ever encounter him, then we resist him. Not to go out on purpose to seek the devil and then try to resist him.

The Biblical Jesus Orders His Followers To Buy Swords If You Don’t Have !!

In the NT, we read about Jesus commanding his followers to buy swords: "He said to them, 'But now if you have a purse, take it and also a bag; and if you don't have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one. (Luke 22:36)" 

Ok, maybe Jesus ordered his followers to buy swords to keep them for self-defense situations only, which I am certain that this was the case.  But buying the swords by itself is a very bad idea from the "Prince of Peace" as the Bible calls him.  Imagine if every Christian in the world today owns a gun in his/her home.  Imagine how dangerous the society will be.  You can't expect every Christian to be as good as Jesus if you know what I mean!  Owning guns would certainly make the job of the government's law enforcement a lot harder!

The Biblical Jesus Ordered The Killings Of Enemies And Apostates:

Luke 19:27

“But those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them—bring them here and kill them in front of me"

I thought he was saying “love your enemies” ?! Why now he wants to kill them?! So love them and kill them at the same time, how beautiful is that ?!

Mark 6:10-11

10 And he said unto them, In what place soever ye enter into an house, there abide till ye depart from that place.  11 And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear you, when ye depart thence, shake off the dust under your feet for a testimony against them. Verily I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for Sodom and Gomorrha in the day of judgment, than for that city.

I guarantee most of you have never heard Christians come preaching this to you! And I don't blame them! Jesus makes a very threatening warning to those who don't accept him, that their fate will be even WORST than Sodom and Gomorrah. In case anyone is wondering about Sodom and Gomorrah, they were two cities that were completely wiped off the face of this planet for committing heinous sins. As we see Jesus is saying those who don't accept him will even get a worst punishment than that!

So What happened to the peaceful tolerant Jesus who loves everybody?

The biblical Jesus brings corruption and destruction to earth!!

We also read about Jesus bringing corruption and destruction to earth rather than peace:

Matthew 10:34

"Do not suppose that I [Jesus] have come to bring peace to the earth.  I DID NOT come to bring peace, but a sword”.

You may argue back by saying “Jesus’ message isn’t peaceful, that what he meant”.

Does the text say that ?! what the text says” I did not come to bring peace”.. it’s very clear !!

 So in Jesus' own words, he did not come down to preach peace !!

And he continues in Matthew, Verse 35:

For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.

So Jesus came to separate families, tell me, when family members get separated, do they love one another?!

 You might say” Jesus said: love your enemies”, but at the same time he’s saying I come to divide families !!!!

read this ..

If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple. (Luke 14:26)

How can Christians claim Islam is a hateful religion while Christianity is the opposite when Jesus commands his followers to hate his father, mother, wife, and children, and people, and all his family, and his own life?

The biblical Jesus is not respecting the life of innocent animals !!

Jesus not respecting the life of the innocent animals, which again takes away his "perfection" from him:

Matthew 8:32

"He [Jesus] said to them, 'Go!' so they came out and went into the pigs, and the whole herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and died in the water.  "

1 Samuel 15:2-3
2 Thus saith the LORD of hosts, I remember that which Amalek did to Israel, how he laid wait for him in the way, when he came up from Egypt.
3 Now go and smite Amalek, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass.

The biblical Jesus ordered to kill innocent boys and women !!

Let us look at Numbers 31:17

"Now kill all the boys [innocent kids]. And kill every woman who has slept with a man, but save for yourselves every girl who has never slept with a man." 

What ?!!!

Numbers 31:35-40

"[From the captives of war] 32,000 women who had never slept with a man.......of which the tribute for the LORD was 32 [virgin women]."

Why kill the innocent children?  Why kill all of the non-virgin women?  Back then, it was only men who fought men in wars.  Women rarely fought in battle fields.   So what crime did the innocent children and the non-virgin women do?

Revelation 2:22-23

" So I will cast her on a bed of suffering, and I will make those who commit adultery with her suffer intensely, unless they repent of her ways.   I will strike her children dead.  Then all the churches will know that I am he who searches hearts and minds, and I will repay each of you according to your deeds.

It doesn’t matter that Jesus murdered the children of a prostitute. The Old Testament upholds the killing of Babylonian babies just because the Babylonians enslaved the Israelites. Here is the passage:

Psalm 137:8-9

"O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us- he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks. "