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Revelations Book I Prologue

Introducing The Battle Grounds for The Apocalyptic War

a.k.a.

Basic Story Setup

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Yay, and it were the year two thousand when the antichrist took power. There have been many speculations as to when and exactly where the antichrist would take power, but the biggest question among these people who ask those questions is... Who?

There have been many good guesses. Hitler? He was religious, yes, and he murdered a lot of people, but he was no son of Lucifer. Stalin? Not quite. Mother teresa? Maybe, but then again maybe not. You see, the antichrist was always destined for the chosen land. The battle grounds were to take place in gods purist of all countries.

The United States of America

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Revalations Part One.

A God Blessed Nation Torn To Pieces

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The world is roughly two thousand and eight years old since christ has been born, and since that is when the world started to matter, thats when we started to keep count. You see, none of the universe mattered before christ was born. It was just a bunch of retards, and giant lizards, who all god murdered by an asteroid because of their own inefficiency, but this is a lesson for another time.

Gods land, America was in a desperate situation. The dictatorship that had secretly been created in america, and cleverly disguised as democracey, was getting so god da- I mean gosh damn obvious that even some of the stupid people were starting to figure it out.

This is when all the good people evaporated... I always wondered what that would feel like...

The dictator started slaying everyone who opposed his ways. He murdered without mercey of gender, or age. He personally beat children to death him self. The antichrist was a sick person, a dictator of which the likes of you could not possibly understand.

He had America, Gods country, with its balls underneath his snake skinned boot.

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Revelations Part Two.

The Inevitable Return of The Great White Hope

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It was night time during his arrival. He arrived in what would serve as the apocalyptic battle grounds, in a city in eastern where ever. Behind a Mcdonalds, flashes of electricity sparked everywhere, scaring of some dogs and shit. An explosion and a flash of ultra light, and there his divine presence stood.

In all his glory it was Jesus H. Christ, clad in nothing! The warp from heaven to earth disintegrated his robes, but this was no matter. There was a biker bar just down the street, and he was ready to kick some ass.

He was kneeling in the large dent in the cement beneath him, created by his explosive entrance. He stood up, light emenating all around him and his divine presence. He began to walk out of the alley when he was stopped by a local law enforcement officer.

"Stop" says the local law enforcement officer."Where are you're clothes?"

Jesus stares into this mans face, and when Jesus H. Christ stares into you're face, he stares into you're soul.

"Why are you still on earth my son? Don't you recognize me as you're savior?" Jesus pleaded with this man, trying to use his force powers to get this man to find the light and the way.

"Look, all I know is that you and me are going down town. Put you're hands behind you-" the local law enforcement officer started to say, when he was cut off by Jesus.

Jesus delivered a mighty round house kick to this mans face, not only somehow decapitating this poor fucker in one blunt force blow, but he sent his soul straight to hell in one sweeping motion.

Jesus then removes the officers clothes, and puts them on. The cop was very fat, so the clothes are extremely baggy on Jesus, our Lord, and Savior. They slightly resembled blue robes.

"Well these aren't biker clothes, but it works, I suppose" Jesus says to him slf, as he slips on a pair of aviator glasses, and opens a fresh pack of cigarettes. He puts one in his mouth. He dislocates the bone in his thumb, and a flame pops out from his thumbnail. He lights the cigarette and inhales deeply.

"It's time to guide the way... and kick some ass"

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Revelations Part Three.

Jesus Administers His Justice The American Way

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It's dark in these city streets, as there are only a couple of street lights for each block. The brightest of lights, emenating from Jesus, our Lord and God. This was three blocks down from his destination, which was where he heard a womans screems coming from.

Jesus made his way, patiently to find that it was a prostitute getting beaten by her pimp. He laughed heartily and the pimp turned around, from slapping his hoe.

"Oh shit! The fuzz!"With this the man tried to run as fast as he could, to escape what he thought was just going to be an arrest, when in reality, he was trying to escape justice. With lightning fast reflexes he draws the pistol from his newly acquired police belt, and he blew the mans head off from thirty feet away.

The prostitute, crying, and bleeding, makes her way over to Jesus. Her clothes are torn, and one of her titties is hanging out. The left one. She seems overjoyed to see jesus. This joy seemed some how misplaced to Jesus, as the revelations had come, why was this woman so happy to see Jesus?

He thought to him self, maybe there is a chance for this fat, ugly whore. Maybe I can show her the light and she can make it to heaven after all.

"Lo and behold, I am the light and the way. Tell me my name, the name of you're savior, and you shall have an everlasting place in heaven." Jesus explained with a smile, his smile so bright it hurt her eyes.

"Uhhh..." She stared at him blankly for a few seconds. "Officer Smith?"

Jesus shook his head and sighed in disgust. This made him very sad, as he loved this woman with all of his heart. He put away his pistol, and removed the billy club from his belt. It was now time to finish the job that the pimp had started.