Jesus Christ died for our sins so all mankind could play this one. Then he rose from the grave so he could play too!
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The great void. Space, reality, and cyberspace and virtual reality. The great abyss. An eternal realm in which we shall never come to know, never understand. Mankind will never experience anything even along the shores of the depths of the endless ocean that is the greatness of very few things the galaxy will ever even dream of sampling. One of those indescribable entities was unleashed into our threshold for all of earth to encompass. No single man would ever come across two of anything so vastly incomprehensible. No single mortal would ever intersect his path with that of the blessing from the celestial bodies twice! Let alone thrice! Not even an immortal, a being with supernatural potential, or even a god for that matter, may discover the majesty of such a sacred entity as listed here. No scripture or prophecy could have predicted that mankind would be in for the greatest gift which would ever be realeased upon them. All of the earth would enjoy the splendors life could ever offer through such an elegancy. Humankind has not taken part in any happiness of any sort, no pleasure has ever been experienced until they have surrenderred to this. The gods have taken a supreme liking to this tiny speck in this infinite void of power, energy, and wisdom called earth, and blessed its people with such an extremity of the highest beauty and grace that even the gods have lusted towards for millennei. Their supreme blessings have been plotted on the threshold of earth and the almighty beings have stopped space, nature, and time itself to allow the souls of every being alive to enjoy the majesty that is such a title. Sheer calamity and absolute chaos were thwarted whence the heavens recieved the gift, and the gods themselves rose to fix their almighty senses upon this, which has marked its period in time with such great recognition, that the fervor and lust of the gods could dwell in its presence. The gods have cast such a high calling towards our planet that the mission exhibited by those all powerful can only dispaly great passion in our favor, as they turn the pages of time and defy all laws mankind had ever established. We owe them our lives, our land, our souls, our pride, our thoughts, and our thanks for running the gauges of all existance and bringing us the blessing of blessings, bringing hope to all of us. The gods themselves take great pride in creating such an opportunity for human beings to play this. This is a royalty, a majesty, a blessing from the highest in heaven and the one who created the heavens. This is the blessing. Many great warriors fought to save the tome of the existence of the Universe which held the record of the greatest innovation the earth could ever ask for. Many brave and mighty, in their masses staggering toward the unthinkable, a number never concieved, died for their right to drown in the unflinching elegance of Lawnmower man.
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