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God died tonight, so Mama said I ain't gotta pray. Said that I don't gotta go to church neither, don't need to wear that suit again and I can play all I want. Mama cried. I guess it's sad God died and all, but I ain't never met him or anything.

She said he fell from heaven just today, it was even on the news. I might've even seen him, since I was playing outside when it happened. Or I might've heard the boom. I think I heard something, but it sure didn't sound like God.

Sam heard it he said, while we was out throwing rocks. Said it sounded like a dinosaur, but didn't want to tell me. I yelled at him for that, we'd had a deal since last year in the first grade. Any of us find a dragon or dinosaur, we share it.

Anyway, I watched  the news as Mama went around the house. I thought she was just cleaning up, like she was expecting grandma or someone to come over. The news just kept showing the sky and then something falling, then a huge explosion. Right on the White House, like some big mushroom just grew right then and there. Mama said the thing on the TV wasn't God, no, it was a piece of heaven. "Just a piece of an angel's house, honey," she told me. "There's some very bad things happening up there, and the angels are angry."

"So are angel's houses made of bombs?" I asked her. She just looked at me, turned right around and froze up like I said a bad word. Then I saw she was crying again.

"Heaven's just really far up, honey. There are no bombs in heaven. It's just really far up." Then she just ran away and went to the kitchen.

The news showed a map, and there was a target on the White House. It just got bigger and bigger as mama ran around cleaning up, and the woman on the TV kept saying stuff like "blast radius" and "radiation." I ain't never been to the White House before,  but I don't think I'll get to go there now. It's weird, even though he's dead and all, the news said, "May God save us all."

Mama came in then. I could tell she'd been crying even more, and just went and turned off the TV. Looked like she was taking out the garbage, only I saw a couple crosses in the bag, even a statue of Jesus and my Bible. I asked her why she was throwing them all out and she said, "Because we don't need them anymore. That's why, honey, we just don't need them anymore."

Only, she didn't throw them out. I watched her through the window, she up and lit them on fire right in the backyard. The Smiths next door and Sam's parents down the street were doing the same. I could tell because the fire was bright and the smoke smelled something fierce.

Then mama came back in and said I had to get dressed nicely because we were having company over. I said alright, but there was no way I would wear those church clothes. She said I didn't have to, she promised. Just some jeans and a t-shirt, and she laid them out on my bed. When she left, I could tell she started to cry again.

I put on my shirt last, even though I knew dad would tuck it in when he got home. He was always like that, making me tuck in my shirt and look nice, but he was funny. One time he made this joke right when we was eating dinner, and mama near choked on her chicken. I didn't understand it, but my mama and dad laughed so I figured I should too.

When I was dressed the sun was starting to set so I went back out. Now I expected to see grandma and grandpa there, and they were, but so was Sam, and his parents, and their parents, and the Smiths and Johnsons and even some people I only seen walking down the street. They were all sitting around in the living room watching TV.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith was crying and hugging each other, and shouting about their son. I think his name was Tom, and he left home a couple years ago. He wasn't there, they must have missed him a lot to be crying like that. In fact, a lot of the grown-ups was crying, some not like the Smiths but they all frowned, almost like they was scared.

"It's the Koreans, you know they never like us good Christians," Mr. Johnson shouted at the TV.

"Hon, if it's anyone it's the Middle East. Who knows what goes on there now-a-days, but they must have gotten their hands on one and just decided…" Mrs. Johnson stopped talking when she saw me, and all the rest did the same.

"Andrew," Grandma said. Then she got up and hugged me, kissed me on the forehead and everything. I hugged her back, but she held on for an awful long while. "I love you, Andrew," she said.

"I love you too Grandma," I said back to her. Grandpa didn't get up; he just looked at the TV.

"Why don't you go play with Sam? The rest of us grown-ups are just talking politics, bunch of boring stuff." Sam was sitting by his parents, and they pushed him off the couch and nodded their heads a lot. He just walked up real slow, head bowed and all.

When he was right next to me he said, "Sorry for trying to keep the dragon a secret," so quietly I had to put my ear closer to hear.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," I said.

He looked back up and smiled. I smiled too. You can't stay mad at your best friend. "Wanna go play outside?" he asked. I nodded my head and we just ran to the door.

"Not outside!" Mama screamed before we even left the room. "Don't go outside, Andrew. Just go play video games, alright?"

"That's right Sam, just stay inside and play, alright?" Sam's mom said.

Mama never told me to go play video games; in fact she took away the controller a couple times. It was weird, but how could I say no? So me and Sam ran up to my room and played until we was both yawning and tired.

But right before I went to sleep, I realized that Dad wasn't downstairs. I hadn't seen him all day, not since he left to go to work in the morning. He would've called Mama if he'd been stuck in traffic, and mama would've cooked dinner and wrapped a plate up for him. That's another thing, Mama forgot to cook dinner.

So I asked Mama about him the next morning, seeing as how he didn't even come home when I was asleep. Everyone else just fell asleep on the couch, and the TV was still on only with a different man talking about the piece of Heaven falling. Mama wasn't sleeping though; she was right in the kitchen cooking some eggs and bacon for everyone.

"Mama, where's dad?" I asked her. She just took this real deep breath and flipped the bacon. "Mama?"

"He won't be coming back for a while, honey," she said. "Remember what I said about the bad things happening up in heaven? Well he's just gone to help out with those things; he's gone to help the angels." Then she knelt right by me and looked me in the eye. "That's why you can't go outside, because of what's happening." I could tell she was starting to cry again, but she didn't let me see and went back to the eggs.

Then a jet flew by overhead. Now usually they sound real loud, but this one was kind of quiet, like it didn't want to be heard. After that came a bunch of helicopters and they were loud. Went and woke everyone up, even shook the house. I saw them through a window with Mama, and it looked like they were flying in triangles, and they had huge guns on them. Sam ran right up next to me to watch. "They're so big," he said when the other grown-ups came in.

"Dad may be on one, Andrew," Mama whispered. I don't know why she whispered it, but then she put the eggs on a plate and said, "Who wants some breakfast?"

We ate real quietly, though sometimes Grandpa would mutter something about Russians or Koreans. Grandma would hush him up right away, and when we were done with our meals the grown-ups all went back to the TV and Sam and me went back to our games. That's all we did all day, Mama made sandwiches for lunch and we didn't even eat at the table. It didn't seem like anyone wanted to go home.

No one really got the chance that night though. The power went out. Me and Sam was watching TV when it just shut off, along with the lights. Blackouts were always fun with Sam, even though he always tried to scare me. But Mama's screaming was what was really scary. "Sam, Andrew, get down here!" Mama shouted louder than I'd heard before. "Andrew, Sam!"

Both of us went down the stairs fast as we could, but that was still slow since it was dark. Wasn't fast enough, because Mama just kept screaming and shouting and soon all the other grown-ups were doing the same. And when we did finally get to her, Sam's mama hugged him real close and mine didn't seem to want to let me go, and just kept kissing me.

"Mama, why's the power out?" I asked her.

"Because the angels are coming, baby. The angels are coming, and I need you to listen to them, alright. Just do what they say, no matter what." Her voice was starting to get croaky, and she was hugging me so tight I couldn't breathe. "They don't look like they do in church, honey."

All of us heard the tank. First it sounded like a real big car, but then got closer and louder until we all had to peek outside. It just rolled down the street, with a couple angels at its side. They didn't have wings or nothing, and didn't wear them white robes. Just some jeans and a t-shirt, some had a bandana on their mouths but they all carried guns. Behind them were these trucks, but not like on the highway. They had something like a tent over the back and were painted green.

A couple angels were knocking on doors and running in, and sometimes they'd come back out with people. They always seemed to be shouting, only I couldn't understand a thing they were saying.

"Where's the army?" Grandpa asked a couple times. "They said they'd come for us, they said it. Where's the army?" Grandma patted his back and rubbed his shoulder, and whispered something in his ear that just made him be quiet.

Then an angel knocked on the door. We heard all the way down here, and he yelled something I didn't understand in some other language. Mama looked confused or scared, like she couldn't make up her mind on something. But when the angel knocked a third time, Mama ran to the door and opened it for him.

"We're not religious," she told him. I guess we wasn't now that Mama burned all the crosses. The angel yelled at her. "We're not religious," she said again. I watched from down the hall as the angel grabbed her hair and tossed her outside. Then he came inside, pointing his gun at us.

He yelled something, but none of us could understand. We just knelt on the ground looking up at him. He didn't seem as heavenly as church said he'd be. He looked more like the people I saw on the street when mama drove me to school.

"I'm sorry," Grandma told him when he stopped yelling. "We can't understand, and you seem awful mad at us for it. Can you say it in English?" The angel eyed her for a second, and then moved his gun to point at her.

"Out," he said, and we all walked outside. There were a couple fires, and a lot more angels than I thought. The tank kept rolling down the street, and the trucks parked nearby. It was loud, a lot people were talking and the tank didn't do anything to help. Angels were loading people on the trucks, and they all had their hands raised.

"Down," the angel said from behind. He made us all get in a line first, and pulled Mama up by her hair to kneel like she was going to pray. Grandma was next to me, and she pushed my shoulder down until I was on my knees.

I looked at her, but she just smiled and mouthed, "It'll be okay."

Another angel came up, and pinned a little cross on my shirt and another on Sam. He eyed Sam's dad a little, then shrugged and put one on him too. He made the three of us get up, and forced us into a line. I got to be first, but didn't want to walk. I didn't want to leave Mama.

And so I ran to her, and hugged her. Mama wasn't crying now, and whispered "I love you" before an angel pulled me away. He was really strong, and held me even when I fought to get free.

Then an angel shot Mama. Then Grandpa. Then Grandma. Then Sam's mama. And then the Smiths. And the Johnsons. And everyone else.

Both Sam and me and his dad was crying. Only Sam's dad fought too, even when an angel held him back and put a gun in his side. They knocked him out, and left him lying down on the driveway.

They took Sam and me to the trucks, and even though we were in a line they split us up. Sam didn't say anything when we went away from each other, just kept crying. So was I when they sat me down on a bench underneath the tent-roof. The angel was laughing, and the truck started up.

Mama said I didn't have to pray now that God was dead. But you know what? I think I will.
Submission for :iconscreamprompts:'s prompt [link] (#31)in which the objective is to create a neat opening line and build a story off of it. Religion's a touchy topic, and most touchy topics gain interest, and thus are interesting. That's my justification for this abomination of a story. :shrug:

Thanks ^neurotype for the DD. My first one, yay.

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Given 2013-06-09
God Died Tonight is by ~ResidentNobody. ( Featured by neurotype )
The eyes of a child is a great focal point for this piece-- it lets the world expand and be explained in wonder and horror at what's going on. I love the opportunities for emotion this piece has. When the mother burns the religious paraphernalia and when they are shuffled into the basement lead up wonderfully to the moment the soldiers knock at the door.

I do think the voice needs a little clean up. The first line is "God died tonight, so Mama said I ain't gotta pray" is very distinctive, and not exactly replicated throughout. I think this is the stem of most of the other problems in the piece; once you're set and you know the narrative voice the rest usually falls into place. As it is, the voice wavers a bit and flips between a close and a distant first person. A close first person gives the impression of being in the moment. If narrator is surprised, that comes through to the readers. As the narrator feels and interprets the world around them, they record it in the past tense. A more distant first person gives the impression of time having elapsed before the narrator chooses to tell the story. They have room to meditate on their feelings and reflect on their actions as the reader encounters them. Both are distinctive and offer different things to a piece. This one would do well to sit strongly in either.

One other thing that would help this piece along would be to give a face to the antagonists. Choose who they are, know what they want, why they are doing what they're doing and how they plan to achieve it. Even if almost none of this makes it into the piece, their actions will be more directed and much sharper. The chance to make them terrifying or just an object of any emotion is much greater, because the narrator can have more to say about something that isn't generic. With an actual face they can be known by the reader, even if the narrator does not fully understand what is going on.

Overall this piece is really good, and I would be excited to see it in another incarnation! Good work and keep writing!
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MissGingerIce Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is...this is so powerful.  I can't even describe how it made me feel
Wonderful work on this :clap:
threepointrest Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
So, I saw this for the first time back in June when it won the DD. Since then, I've revisited it probably 7 or 8 times, and I've been completely riveted each time. Almost 3 months later, I still get chills when I'm reading it. It's got a few minor quirks, but it's still one of the best pieces I have ever read.

Just a quick question, out of curiosity; The narrator never really specified what country/group the antagonists were a part of (which is in no way a criticism. Considering that the narrator is a child, it actually adds quite a bit to the narrative)
When you were writing this, did you have a specific group in mind?
ResidentNobody Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Mainly the American south, since that's that geographic area has the highest concentration of churches and religious ideals, and I could stick to the culture I actually know well, and where you'd most likely find the closest neighbors and family, since it's just the things are. As for a specific state or city, I can't help you there. All I can say is that this takes place below the Mason-Dixon line somewhere.

Thank you for your kind words, and for apparently enjoying this so much. Comments like these mean more than I can describe.
threepointrest Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Just got your comment notification, and figured, 'heck. I'll read it again!'
And I'm glad to know that I can brighten your day :D

What about the people who carried out the attacks, though?
Were you imagining them as domestic terrorists? Foreign? Another nation?
TwistedAlyx Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Stellar. The only thing that might need tweaking is this line: "I guess it's sad God died and all, but I ain't never met him or anything. " Should it be or nothing?
LordCastigator Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2013
A sad & moving story. It's never a good thing when extremists start doing whatever they like...
ikxsan Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2013
I found something that could change how you live. Take a look at this
Iviz Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2013
I kept telling myself things would get better my expectations were more than exceeded this is proof that miracles do exist seriously consider this
TheBurningHand Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2013  Student General Artist
Holy... :iconclapplz: bravo, bravo! I'm tearing up. Love it. :iconclapplz: :iconcryforeverplz:
AntiMach Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Helluva story. I'm not sure why you said it was an abomination. It's a fantastic piece of descriptive writing. Well-deserved DD!
LittleAprilFlame Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
This is exceptionally moving! My grandparents were civilians in the heart of Berlin during WWII so the topic of war is very close to my heart. What a scary notion to behold, but very well written!
LizzibeeSkoler Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This was really really good :) I saw this last night and couldn't get it out of my head for at least an hour. Normally I don't favorite things like this, but this piece was so good that I think you deserve it. and congrats on the DD, btw!! :clap:
Solarisrenideo Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013
wow... That stirred some emotions. Amazing writing.
Rieal-Dragonsbane Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
A few of these moments made me almost tear up. The child POV definitely contributed to that. Great job.
vanmall Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Congrats on the Daily Deviation! :happybounce:
Tataouin Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Wow that was really scary... It's like the end has come. War has come to my country and there is no safe place to hide, nothing I can do to save my family or friends. I feel helpless and destroyed. Only death can save me now.

This is one of my worst fears.
SimplySilent Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013
:heart: Congrats on the DD! :clap:
S0nofKrypton Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013
Great job on this, man. It was very engaging.
ParanoidSpy Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013
I was wide-eyed and terrified as I read this, it hooked me from the first sentence. I got a little nervous at the end, I was worried it would go somewhere political, but it managed to keep me, regardless. An enjoyable--in a "I like scaring myself" way--read, and will go in my favorites.
Dogfreak1233 Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013
Very nice. This has so many emotions in it and a lot of stuff I've been thinking about lately. Good job, and congrats! You deserve it!
dietcocaine Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013   Writer
This sounded almost lyrical at first, which was silly because I know it's prose and not poetry, but I kept looking for a beat, and I felt oddly disappointed when I lost it. Anyway - this was a very interesting perspective. It gives the reader something to think about, regardless of whether you're a religious person or not. Definitely deserved the DD. Congratulations, and thank you for sharing it with everyone. :)
TheGalleryOfEve Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Congratulations on your well-deserved DD!!! :iconflyingheartsplz::iconlainloveplz::iconflyingheartsplz: :clap::clap::clap:
SailorCelestia Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013
Great story!
Super-Nerd-Trash Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
What is wrong with you!? WTSF
ResidentNobody Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
More things than I can shake a stick at. Still, my half-mad mind and I get through life, somehow.
SawakoKuronuma1998 Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Holy shit. I wish this was a book so I could keep reading! Excellent job.
FullmetalNyuu Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
That was...jolting and eye-opening...
NamelessTraveler Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013
ResidentNobody Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
NamelessTraveler Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013
I don't have anything to say about it. Just wow. (Not bad wow, but... Powerful stuff.)
StormMelody Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
wow... very well done.
MoonPath Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
BatmanWithBunnyEars Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013   General Artist
I'm so used to God being more of an abstract idea in which people invest a lot of emotion, rather than something that literally and observably exists in reality, that this story was a fascinating change of pace.
Perfling Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Student General Artist
Wow, that's powerful stuff...
kbwood Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This is amazing. I really like stories seen through the eyes of innocent children. I think it might make it more emotional that way. This is great writing. i will add it to my favorites!

On another hand, I can really imagine all these events happening. And it kind of scares me...
fightking Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
What the hell?
ResidentNobody Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
My thoughts exactly.
UnIbRoW19 Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Itsukiart Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
awesome story, and got to say. finally someone bomb those yank bastards. totally deserved it, that is justice. and finally they pay from their crimes against humanity. I don't care about the religion, I care about justice.
eye from an eye is final most pure justice the whole universe has to offer.
ResidentNobody Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I'm American and I've never killed a person. Please don't blame me (and certainly don't bomb me) for my government's decisions and actions. If you do, it's not an eye for an eye. It's insanity.
neurotype Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Itsukiart Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
your government did, I might not blame you from it but it's justice for government to lose same amount of peoples than they have killed.
they killed innocent and you did nothing about it. + US is democracy so you are to blame from choosing peoples to rule your country. so fault is yours. you choose those killers.
peoples who didn't vote are the true innocent here.
ResidentNobody Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
First of all, just because they didn't vote doesn't mean they're not a part of the system. They pay taxes too. They see the same fireworks on the fourth of July. Not submitting a ballot doesn't make void someone's citizenship status, they still have a birth certificate too that says "America."

Secondly, I didn't choose anyone. I can't vote, I'm still sixteen. You bomb this country, you're killing those like me. Then you have a bigger war on your hand. Despite the horrors this government has caused, you think they'd let something like that just blow away like it never happened? No. That same day every single one of our soldiers would be on foreign soil slaughtering in the name of those killed (9-11 ring any bells?), just like you want to do here. What then? By your logic the war ends when the last person alive stands alone atop a pile of rubble and bodies. Then the whole world ends.

You sound a lot like Thomas S Power. During the Cold War he said, "The whole idea is to kill the bastards. At the end of the war if there are two Americans and one Russian left alive, we win!" It's a hollow victory, because then what? The world is gone, because you wanted your skewed definition of "an eye for an eye."

Also, we would do something if we could. Only thing is the government has pacified us. Ever hear of NDAA, PATRIOT Act, recently PRISM? No? Neither have we. The government is spying on us, and proof is just a couple Google searches away. We don't care though, we want to hate on Justin Bieber, we're too focused on our precious dollar, oh my god did you hear that Brittany Spears is pregnant for the fiftieth time? Who force feeds us these things? The press. Who funds the press? We surely don't, no our money is far too important to spend on knowledge of the world. Just let big companies in line with the government fund them. Hell, let the government fund the press itself. We don't know anything because we don't hear anything. You'd kill us because of ignorance and because you hate our government so much.

Lastly, those killers are our sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, friends, and lovers. Exactly how eager do you think we are to see them shipped off to some country we can't even find on a map to get shot down by some random maniac chanting "for Allah!" We do not send them, the government steals them away through constant military campaign and propaganda. Democracy is an illusion to hide those on top, in truth it's an oligarchy with those who can fund the most campaigns sitting on the thrones. It's all money.

Nobody is innocent. You're not. You can be out there right now, going full on vigilante soldier in the middle east to save those poor people getting shot down. Instead you're on the computer, typing away, motivated by a crappy story. Isn't sloth one of the seven sins? You're as guilty as the rest.

Finally, most of the time the soldiers are shot at first. I have an uncle that served in Afghanistan, and he came back with chilling tales. People would come back to him, saying how they had to stay up all night with an AK-47 just to protect their daughters and their loaf of bread, asking my uncle to stay in the village, to protect them. Does that sound like a killer to you, when he had to walk away in tears because he was only passing by with full knowledge that those men just trying to survive may die the next day for some friggn' bread. When he did shoot his gun, it was because someone shot at him. He saw friends take bullets in the head for some ambiguous concept of a god. And you call him a killer, you say he has no right to be there when all he wants to do is help those people? Fuck you, you ignorant, arrogant, delusional asshole. I tried to reason with you, but now I hope you come to my home and just try to give what you call justice. You'd see just what justice is. Say what you want about Americans, when it gets down to it we are the most nationalistic people on the planet. Fuck the government, love the country.
Itsukiart Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
they didn't vote murderers to lead them unlike most of you

I'm 19 and russia would strike back with force that is far bigger than any american toy.

who talk about victory here? if you cut off someones hand and your hand is being judge to be cut of, that is justice. not some fucking war.

"we would do something if we could" and than some pathetic reason why not. you are extraordinarily supine nation.

and now you are saying that eye from an eye would actually work and it would be good thing to get rid off your leaders. you don't say that directly, but that is what you mean.

you don't seem to be doing nothing either. you created that shit story fucking moron.

I have a friend who served in navy, got send to middle east and his entire group was killed and he was tortured fro days.
you say your uncle has being rough time. my friend wend true literal hell.
what he thinks now days? he hates his country (america) he hates government and he hates americans. but he can't move away from america.

fuck the country and fuck the government. you are fool to love neither of those.
ResidentNobody Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Almost forgot a point. My apologies.

Can you tell me why my "we could do something if we could" point is pathetic? As in... citing? Or at least evidence. I mean, I provided you with a logical chain, what are you giving me?
Itsukiart Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
everybody knows american government is corrupted. evidences are all around you but you seem to be too lazy to notice them. so guy from almost other side of the world have to tell you what is wrong in your country because you are not able to see it your self. if you see it by your self you wont be needing my help. so don't ask stupid questions.
ResidentNobody Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You do realize I gave actual evidence of corruption in the comment above? PATRIOT Act, PRISM, yada yada. You don't need to tell me. I'm saying most people do not know of them and due to their ignorance, blindly accepts governmental practices.

You gave me a stupid answer to an acceptable question needed to continue this divine debate.
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ResidentNobody Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I can't understand the first sentence. Who is they?

Proof? I mean, America's pretty advanced with technology, and with those new drones...

You logic would lead to a war. Nobody would just shrug and say "justice is done," then walk away like some half-ass manga plot-line. People would want to strike back, even if you did this thing to someone nobody knew. People would know the injustice being done on your part, and strike back on behalf of the guy. The internet is an amazing thing, soon word get around and there's an army ready for battle made up of a bunch of internet activists. Think of the group Anonymous.

"you don't say that directly." Then I'm not saying it at all. Please type out your logic chain that led you to believe I actually defended your argument.

How about reading the sentence before that. You know what, I'll type it again. "Nobody is innocent." That includes me. Thank you for the reiteration of my point.

So why not go after the people that did that to him? Why not go after those people that tortured your friend instead expecting some medieval form of payment from those that had nothing to do with it. He can't the country as much as he likes, and he can even stay. It's not my decision, as long as he doesn't go around killing people under the guise of "justice."

"you are a fool to love neither of those." Wha...what? Are you saying that I'm a fool or not?
Itsukiart Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
citizens who had right to vote but did never vote.

like rest of the world would have staid in history. that's so fucking stereotypical way of american way of thinking.

'army ready for battle made up of a bunch of internet activists' LOL sure thing. are you in front line?

you write complete rotation phrase there.

and what might you done? drink under age?

because he kill them. why would I go after some dead guy when my friend has already killed him?

I'm surprised you were able to notice that I call you a fool. I could have used a far worse word.
ResidentNobody Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I think I'm becoming illiterate just talking to you.

It's stereotypical to acknowledge when a country has an advantage over another? Wow, then I guess your gloating of the Finnish educational system is stereotypical too. Nevertheless, since this now involves history and education, can you tell me the war that divided American history books in two, basically set the course for a new way of thinking? I gave you a clue. If you're so educated then tell me the answer.

No, I'm not an internet activist. But I have seen them, and the instant American government abuse of power becomes mainstream and household discussion, then the supported needed to organize such a movement would become possible.

Tell me what a rotation phrase is. Please.

Now you're talking about drinking under age. How the fuck does that come into play?

Piss on their graves? Exact vengeance on the people? I don't know. And for your friend to kill them all, pretty impressive. Not suspicious or anything, just impressive.

What word? Ass, asshole, cunt, fucker, shithead, douchebag, poo-poo face? Maybe prick.
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