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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Teflon Billy" data-source="post: 537934" data-attributes="member: 264">Face Front True Believers!!! It's time for THE ARC-ANGEL to make her presence felt.<img src="http://www.members.shaw.ca/PanzerGeist/arcangel.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />I think I will let her tell her own story this time..."I grew up in Cascade City; a Godless place but my home nonetheless.  I never really fit in with the crowd, but that was alright.  I had more important things to do with my time than gossip about boys or hair, like worship.  God is a very real force, if you know how to see his workings. It just so happens that I do.  I spent a lot of my youth in the big old churches of the city, where I would stare up at the archways over the nave, down through the pews to the base of the altar and through incense smoke to stained glass windows soaring high overhead.  Forget Jesus, that blood red glass and spirit soaked wood belongs solely to God; Old Testament God.  I wanted to build it, expand His influence, spread the Word.So to engineering school I went after high school, where I continued to be the one on the outside, but this time I was the one on the outside with the most information.  Graduated top of my class, and began soliciting church work.  Cathedrals, really.  And within a year I had a contract.I designed the Eye of God to be the biggest, grandest tribute to the Lord in the city.  It would tower over the other, lesser churches and put the fear of God into the unholy.  Or at least that was the plan, and to a great extent I must say, it has succeeded.      Midway through the construction I discovered that my contractors were building something that wasn’t in my plans – an extensive subbasement complex with tendrils and tunnels leading off it into the city sewers and (I assume) adjoining buildings.  As you can imagine I was livid, but mostly I was confused.  Who had changed the plans?  Bribed the inspectors?  And the men, to keep them from telling me what was going on?  It was a plan of immense magnitude that amounted to an affront to God and my plans for the cathedral.I undertook an investigation of the basement without telling anyone that I had found out about it, wanting to see what was going on without letting the cat out of the bag so to speak.  What I found was far more than merely shocking for me.  The basement was the rudimentary beginning of some sort of scientific compound, studying who knows what? Around corners I glimpsed head Church officials running about in strange robes (not of the church), carrying odd instruments and books I could not identify.  Cells had been built, again I don’t know what for, and the beginnings of a security system were already in place.  I was preparing to leave and call the police when the accident happened.  A huge power cable snapped free of its mooring on the ceiling and fell directly onto me.  I don’t remember much except the feeling of the shock and then the burn, and finally nothing.  They tell me I died for a while, but I came to in the ambulance when they used the electro cardio-paddles to resuscitate me. they needen't have bother. the Lord had another plan for me.I sat up in the ambulance and already I could feel it, the Power.  It surrounded me with a crackling halo of force, making every hair on my body stand up.  I leaned against the wall of the ambulance and I could feel it, the Power, course through me and through the metal walls so that the vehicle stopped where it was and the paramedics leapt away.  That’s when the memory came back – the memory, and the Message.  I believe it was from the time I spent dead.  It wasn’t an out of body experience strictly speaking, but I had a distinct sense of floating, and a sort of special tangible light that tingled like electricity.  It’s not a very good description but then again, how would you describe a meeting with God?  I know I’ve been sent back with a purpose, though truth be told I forget the exact wording of the pledge.  I know it has something to do with the number five, and a place or person called Nakamura.  And I know that I have been charged with the responsibility of righting the wrongs against God that occur on this earthly plane.  To this end I have been given the shocking power of God Himself, the flow of killing force that I am entrusted to use to further His goals.I am not bound by the commandments; I may kill if the sinner has committed a mortal sin so that the sinner can then be sent to their final Judgment.  In this and other ways I am able to act outside the commandments, but that only makes sense, because I am no longer human, and am not bound by their rules.  The wings that grow from my back, and the lightning that courses through my blood tell the whole story: I am no longer human...I am in fact something greater – I have been transformed into an angel, a physical embodiment of God’s might and justice on this earth.  I will root out the occult and eldritch evil that lives under the Eye of God......and of course, number five and Nakamura."</blockquote>

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