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The Jupiter Conclave was joined! The room was dark, seven lights for seven chairs ringed a table that had only enough illumination to know where your documents or items were on it, but no more. The seven who gathered knew who everyone was, and had no need of secrecy. The lights that shone up from below the chairs distorted their features, making them seem more mysterious than they already were. "I am First, I call the Conclave." "We knew a long time ago that this Conclave would be called, that is why we came." Came the required reply. Even though First hated most tradition, this was the only time he never deviated from it, his position hinged on it. "What is the business?" All seven made their report on their activities, one after another, it was all good news. The seven who sat around the table were all named after Greek and Roman gods and goddesses, according to their temperament or to their position. First was Jupiter, Second was called Hades, the Third was called Athena, the Fourth was called Artemis, the Fifth was called Ares, the Sixth was called Hermes, and the Seventh was called Tethys. This was to heighten the appearance of their superiority as beings, despite their personal beliefs. "Now for more personal matters." Said the Third, a female who named herself Athena. "You know that the only reason you stay first is because Hades, the Second, supports you for the favors and materials you can get. We do not dispute that, but if you continue to antagonize us, we will not hesitate to kick you out, and everything that goes with it." Jupiter looked at her for a moment, not shocked, but merely gathering what he had to say. "Whatever, now for my plan to shock the inferior world." They looked at him expectantly, as if waiting to address what Athena said, but they were disappointed. "The assassination of political leaders that will conveniently gather in one place." Hades looked at him. "How did you get this information. My underground network detected no such policy change. Your source?" "My own, Genesis, I'll leave this in your capable hands." "..." Was the obvious reply from Genesis. Athena stood up, and slammed her hands down. She was close to Genesis, they had known each other for a long time. "Wait a minute! Everyone knows you taunt and insult Genesis the most, why do you..." She was interrupted by a motion from Genesis, and sat back down. He no longer needed anyone to fight battles for him. He was bred to fight. "I'll accept, though I will require some assistance from the aqua corps of Tethys as well as help from many of the other groups as well. Athena, Please come to my house, I already have a strategy, but like all strategies will need your approval. I have nothing else to say." "Move to adjourn?" Called Artemis, she was fuming about how she was ignored, and wanted to end the meeting quickly. "Not so fast, Artemis!" Jupiter cut in. "What's the status of the Space defense and infiltration project!?" She growled at him, she wanted to leave without having to mention anything like that. "It's progressing, I need more money and materials, also, check your suppliers, we had a bad batch of steel, and it's putting us behind." She looked at him, his face, however, was unchanged. "Good to hear it... Then it is settled." The First had a self satisfied grin. If this didn't start the ball to kill Genesis, who knows what will! He looked over to Hades, who was looking at him strangely. The grin disappeared, as did he, into his own chambers.

Okay... I happen to believe that everyone has a distinct personality, but is heavily shaped by ones peers, parents and other such influences. I have a personality that is very subdued, only ever going out of my shell when and where it suits me and only me. (hence my sudden reappearance here, as opposed to the Varrock library, where I practically live, and I'll probably disappear from here soon too.) I personally see a lot of teenagers with a very generic personality. There are your jocks your gang members your geeks and your emos, BASICALLY, then, when I get to know people, my sight is either reinforced or warped a little. But I've been right on looks alone about 90% of the time. Personality, too, is in the eye of the beholder (Note, I only read the first couple posts)

No debates please (looks at Rebdragon and who ever else was debating) Please just post what your god is, though a small (try one or two sentences) explanation is fine.

mmm... I'll only say I liked the first one... and not just because its short.

Ah, nothing so refreshing as a story from Unoalexi... Excellent as always

Bumping the post? It Never gets below the top 15!

would you two stop talking about things that are nonsense! Its fine if you were just praising someone, but that last post was just nonsense, please stop! You're ruining my enjoyment!

Okay, no matter how you view life, you have your own code of life. Mine is such that it contradicts many things, between what I know is right, and what I know I have to do. I believe that piracy was evil and such, but they had a choice, to be able to go out and do something else, not giving a hoot about what anyone else says or thinks.

Alwight! First off, I would find a weapon of some sort to deal with lone zombies. I don't really have any issue beating undead loved ones to death, so I'd try to kill them with the least amount of harm to me. Failing that, I trap them then leave the premises. As such, I would not remain stationary for any long amount of time. I would find sevenish hidey-holes with at least 3 kinds of exits at various points, I would then attempt to figure out the weakness in the zombie horde coverage... (they're not everywhere, right?) I would then gather a small amount of sacrifices... I mean survivors, to try and get out by any means that happen to be available. We would attempt to leave as soon as possible because they WILL Nuke the bejeebers out of the city to prevent infection to the rest of the world. That's all I got.

Thanks! 27520 words exactly in the story!! Wow! it takes up 71 pages on word pad, definitely my longest...

Pirates, because a free lifestyle, where you can follow your own beliefs, is something I would dearly love to have.

I'm sorry, I forgot to add something... I will request this locked if a flame war about religion, or any kind of debate at all appears; the only thing you should post here is what you think your god is. That is the only thing acceptable.

I am making this for my own reasons, I am not asking anyone to debate... or anything like that, in fact, I won't even post after this. I just want to know. I just want to know what your god is.

Genesis looked over the won battlefield. At least it wasn't a costly victory. Bodies of lesser bodied soldiers were strewn all about the field. The sun set, bathing the entire area in red. A sea of blood after a bloody day. "Inform the troops that they are NOT to defile the lesser bodies. They fought and died honorably. Whatever can be seen on the bodies can be taken, but nothing beyond that. If you find the generals body... that is an exception, bring that to me." His second, who had a shark-like grin, nodded and relayed his orders. A most competent officer, no disobedience in his manner what-so-ever. Genesis felt philosophical, and decided to indulge. He was a weapon, a successful weapon, engineered to win at all things strategic. But why did he hate himself so? What bothered him about never having seen his own face... "Lord Genesis," His second in command, still smiling his shark smile, marched up to him. "High Marshall First has arrived." High Marshall first, leader of the Jupiter Conclave. The people he worked for, and one of his four superiors. "I see you have won a great victory, Genesis, I am surprised." "I thought I was infallible, that, if I put my mind to it, I could find a way out of everything." "You won't find a way out of this. You lost too many soldiers! Right after I told you not to!" "I only lost less than 100, according to your mission parameters, sir." "Are you talking back to me!!?" "No High Marshall First!" "Improve yourself!!!" He yelled at Genesis for nearly an hour about what he should have been doing and how his life hang by his good graces... Nonsense, all of it, but in Genesis, it was one more step toward the High Marshall's death. "I will be leaving. We have advanced enough for a couple days. Go home and work on the reports. I expect them the day after tomorrow, meeting of the Conclave." Genesis allowed the hatred to build in his eyes, boring into High Marshall First, who did not feel them. The highest rank corrupt enough to bawl out his best general in front of his men was some of the worst displays that could be made. He hated that corruption, and it was beginning to seep into the ranks of true soldiers...! He sighed, he can't do anything about it yet... but, he was in line, and there were plenty of other leaders who would love his position. All Genesis had to do was wait. He arranged for his departure. His troops bowing as he entered the airship, in true, respectful fashion. He turned and bowed back to them, again, more military protocol. He then straightened and took his place in the vehicle. -Jupiter Conclave headquarter City, Hera- He came home by the morning of the next day. He was still wearing his armor, thanking the driver, he started up the steps of his mausoleum-esque mansion. It came with his title, for what usage half the rooms were, he would never know. It was tall, like a cathedral, which it was modeled after, and had little color, all gray and drab, no sign of life. The doors, as they were meant to be, were imposing. The stairs were plain, straight granite blocks. He entered into a dim, reflection-less hall. No decorations of any kind. The entire mansion had nearly fifty rooms, excluding closets and bathrooms, but he only ever used three of them, the library/study/workroom, his bedroom, and the hall he was in now. It was designed to be foreboding, evil-looking. People who were lesser went in were to be intimidated by the bare halls, black corridors and dark rooms. He felt like a recluse, which he knew he was, whenever he went into the building. He had but one servant, Alexia. She was given to him for his fifth birthday, as a playmate and servant. For some odd reason, she had kept trying to run away from him, or try to kill him. But she stopped after realizing that she could not even touch him unless he allowed it. She was nine when he first met her, though he discovered she was trained to be his servant from her capture. He never bothered to ask what she did or what she had in store for the house. He didn't really care for it. All she had to do was keep him fed and keep him away from seeing his face. It had been beaten into her years ago that she was never to let him see what he was. He made his armor fold up into the mask and waited for Alexia to remove it, which she did, placing it on the only furniture in that portion of the hall, a hat rack. "Welcome, Lord Genesis." "Mmmm, messages?" He grunted, he was sourly thinking of the First. "Conclave meeting, 9:00pm Dinner is peanut chicken with Chinese noodles, a Thai dish. Will you require anything at present?" "No, carry on." This was as close as they got to conversation when he entered, everything formal. It would change as he got the stress out of his system. He went to his library/study and sat down in his chair, thinking thoughts only he knew. ------------ The Jupiter Conclave: With a goal to create a race of atomic super humans, the Jupiter Conclave wishes to enhance what God designed, with either nano-technology or gears and gyros. The leaders hate what the United States stands for and wishes to rule with an iron fist, for the betterment of humanity, as they see it. They are ruled by seven, who are equal in the conclave, but are very in defined ranks outside it. 1st>2nd>3rd etc...

I'm sorry to burst your ill-placed assumption of me, but I know evil from good from the Bible, a long time ago. I have been so seeped in it that I cannot but see the world as black and white. So, according to your own philosophies, you should be agreeing with me because, I have my own sense of right and wrong and thus, my own moral compass and it only points north and south, in varying degrees. I am tired and will retire for the night.

Do you even know the name of their religion, let alone what it's about? Five bucks says he Wiki's it. ... I won't even comment on that. What you hold to your beliefs about what I know is your own business.

If Christianity were sane, would people follow it? And I am most certainly not for much of what constitutes Japanese Culture. I.e. their extreme work ethic, some of their concepts of honor, and their religion is just wacky. Edit: to the post above mine: Darkness to me is evil. Hiding one's head in the sand and letting things like that happen... that is also a self-destructing darkness. Dear Lord those are human lives! People, just like you and me! People who have morals, whose reason for living is being destroyed because of religious preferences. Darkness is being too cowardly to look life in the face and say "I don't care what people say, that is evil" Can you really do that? Declare, like I'm doing 99% against the crowd, and say I've got truth, I have something to say, and I won't change it for any human!!!

I always understood some good old fashioned deep breaths and imagining your target as the person you most despise is pretty good. Also, I think of dilbert cartoons. that helps my nervousness.

There is no such thing as evil. To be evil is to do something with no reason. We all have a reason for our actions. Whether they be in a positive light or a negative dark, in the end we all have a just cause for ourselves. No, you are not evil, you are only trying to play an 'evil hand' because you see that a balance is needed. But remember this: The darkness cannot enter the relm of light. Ever heard the quote: "Man is the master of his own fate"? It is true. There is no one tugging at your leash but yourself. If I'm master of my own fate, why do I even live? I prefer to honor WHO created me. He will reward according to what pathetic effort I make in this life. I'm trying to make people think. The darkness is in every man's heart. In Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness, The "Horror" that Kurtz says is his own dark heart, not someone else's. According to your logic (if I fathom in correctly) the muslims who have killed and raped thousands of Christian WOMAN for the mere crime of being Christian, is that evil. You talked about wife beating, you made it sound evil. IS ^ Evil? They thought about it. They believe they are doing good. My realm of light is constantly beset by darkness, and it gets in quite easily.

No one can understand me, that's good to understand. because I see what is around me and despair, it feels better than being understood by those I rather not be around.

Well, I have morals that I have to adhere to. I am enjoying life. In all actuality, I'm just blowing off a little pent up steam. My image is as carefully created as my imagination shell. I'll only leave it if I will get away with it. I'm evil, everyone is, its all a matter of how much you control yourself. And I actually prefer the short leash. When the master wants to hand out treats, often, you get the first share. edit: to the post above me. thank you. I would love to see EQUALITY but free love (sorry, lust) and my hatred of acceptance for all are different. The beatings of women are cowardly, those who do are people who cannot accept reality, and have anger problems, thusly, they lash out at someone they depend on. And no, I can't disrupt, because I will be forgotten within a month. I don't come here too often. And as for a troll, apparently I'm only a troll here. Because trolls don't bring in more than there own ideas.

I am, this is my way of saying it. I have an inward need to justify myself, if only to hear people disagree.

Thank you, I've worked long and hard creating it. This is my form of uniqueness, and no, but no one, can copy it.

Lock please

Pretty good. and I am glad that you are back in the library