posted on Nov, 7 2004 @ 02:55 PM
The NWO has instituted it's plan for total world government and general nastiness. A third of the world's population has been killed in wars, famine
and disease and the Antichrist has been revealed to be George Bush/Kofi Annan/The Pope/Britney Spears/your neighbour, Frank.
Miliions of Christians got sucked up to heaven to be spared all this messy armageddon kafuffle, but unfortunately, you didn't. You suddenly
realize you made one huge booboo, that the Christians were right, that their is only one God, and that he's in an extremely bad mood.
Suddenly, the Antichrist institutes this new religion. As you have already been trained to think by the media, he proclaims all previous religions to
be the cause of all wars, suffering, and some truly awful cable TV shows. He sets himself up to be a new benign god of the human race and offers
protection and peace, as long as you renounce any other gods, bow down and worship him (or his statue which was erected in your city square) and
accept a chip in your hand or temple so that he can keep track of you wherever you are.
But you know better. You've been on ATS, you've researched alternative media, you've read Revelation, you're a decent person, and you want no part
of this new religion. So you think, "Easy. I just refuse the Chip of The Beast and everything'll be sweet."
But will you be able to resist the Mark? Imagine this:
You escaped into the wilderness with your survival kit at the onset of the NWO. You finished the freeze-dried and canned foods you had stocked up.
Your ammunition ran out and you can't seem to get a workable bow and arrow going. Your vegetable seeds didn't germinate or didn't grow quick enough
and the weather has inexplicably turned frosty anyway. Where did all the animals go? You are starving to death. You decide to make a daring excursion
into a town/city to steal some supplies. An NWO camera with thermal imaging and a chip-finder scans the street and spots you hiding in the bushes.
Like one of the last humans amongst the body-snatchers, you are pointed out, quickly overpowered, and taken into custody to accept the Mark.
You are in a prison camp for "terrorists" who refuse to take the Mark. Stories circulate of gruesome torture, of those who thought they could resist
but couldn't. You notice that one of the guards outside of the camp is the same guy who just last week was boldly stating that he would die before
taking the Mark. He cannot meet your eyes. He has a small reddish lump on the side of his forehead.
One day, the familiar, gut-wrenching, inaudible vibration emits from the speakers around the enclosure you are in. Everybody falls to the ground in
pain, nausea and confusion. The low-frequency humming stops and four guards march into the enclosure, as they do all day every day at two hour
intervals to take someone away. Apart from the guard outside the camp, none of those taken out have ever come back. But this time they come for you.
Two of the guards lift you up and carry you out of the enclosure while the other two point their weapons casually at the crowd. Not that any would
resist - you all knew what happened to those who did.
You are taken to a small, warmly lit room with comfortable armchairs. The guards leave you alone in the room. Pictures of the "New God" adorn the
walls, his beautific smile shines and golden light emanates from around his head. A door opens and a man in priestly robes enters. The lines of his
face serve to make him look wise and gentle.
He asks you to sit and proceeds to explain to you that you have been deceived all of your life by greedy religious leaders and politicians who used
religion to further their own control agendas. He explains that the New God is the one, true God and that the Christian God was a fallacy created by
pretentious, power-hungry extra-terrestrials who visited the Earth many eons ago. He explains that their is no such thing as the "Antichrist" and
that the New God is what you would think of as an extra-terrestrial, but is actually a higher spiritual being who is trying to free humankind from the
lies of these wicked aliens. He implores you to cast aside your deceptions and accept the truth. To your amazement, he brings in members of your
family who you thought had been killed or lost. They rush into your arms and with tears streaming from their eyes, beg you to worship the New God and
just take the Mark, for their sakes as well as your own.
WIth tears of sorrow and self-conflict, you shake your head and tell your family that you know that this "New God" is evil and you cannot accept his
mark. Without any visible signal from the "priest", the guards enter the room and take you away. Your family members cry and try to hold onto you
before falling to the ground clutching their heads in pain at some invisible force. The priest shakes his head sadly as he watches you go.
You are taken into an elevator which descends deep underground. Before the elevator stops you can already hear the terrible, bone-chilling screams.
You are led down a long hallway, the floor and walls of which are spattered with blood and the evidence of mutilation. Sounds of human suffering and
of machines of torture emanate from the rows of doors along the hall. The guards take you to one of the doors which is open. Your knees weaken at the
sight of the two men in surgical uniforms and masks, and at the array of stainless steel instruments, drills and saws around the table, but the guards
drag you inside emotionlessly.
You are strapped onto the table and the guards leave the room. One of the surgeons leans over.
"We don't have to do this, you know. If you could only accept Him," he says, "all this pain could be avoided. Why suffer for a false God who, even
at the end, cares for you not?"
You close your eyes and ignore him, only to open them again as electrodes from some strange machine are strapped onto your forehead.
"Now," the surgeon says, "what's the worst torture you can think of?"
Your mind involuntarily races through torture scenes until you come to your true fear. A pain that you have feared since some early stage in your
life. Everybody has one.
"Ahhh. "The surgeon intones drily. "Castration. How original."
Hours later, you are delirious from the hellish pain that wracks your broken and tortured body. Your voice is merely a rasp after all your screaming
and your eyes are crusted with the salt from your tears. Their ability to keep you alive and to waken you from the sweet escape of unconsciousness
exceeds your worst nightmares. Yet still, you hold onto something. Images of your family run through your head and you are grateful they did not have
to go through this, even if they are possibly damned forever.
"My, my, my." The surgeon shakes his head. "You ARE a tough one. Oh, well," he sighs, "time for plan B."
The top half of the surgical table you are on raises up like a dentist chair so that you are brought to a sitting position. You sob as your eyes take
in the hurts done to your body. Your eyes flicker up as a television screen flicks on in front of you, wild static racing across it. The surgeon wipes
the teras from your eyes so you can see clearly and whispers in your ear.
"Now, see how your false God loves you."
The static stops abrubtly and the screen shows a room like the one you are in, with three people strapped to tables exactly the same as yours. The
hand-held camera rockily zooms in on one of the surgeons who is holding a circular surgical saw covered in dried blood. He starts up the saw and
brings it down towards one of the unfortunate victims' ankle. The camera pulls back and moves over to show the face of the victim. The face of one of
your loved ones.
You scream hoarsely in horror, fighting uselessly against the straps which hold you down. Tears of rage and sorrow stream from your eyes.
The surgeon yells over your screams, "Will you accept Him? Will you accept the New God. He can save you and your family if you will only worship him.
Your false God loves you not. He has abandoned you to pain and death. WILL YOU ACCEPT THE NEW GOD? WHAT IS YOUR ANSWER?"
You sob and sob, the vision of your loved ones about to be tortured still showing through the blur of tears, and you open your mouth to speak...
So...uhh, yeah, what would you do?