Chapter 1

Chapter 1

July 23, 2009

It started out like any other day. Any day since the first day that is. I am a survivor of the End of Days. Today’s date is July 23, 2009. Unless I stop and do the math I have forgotten how many days exactly that it has been. It happened on May 5, 2005. The day Yahweh came down.

May 1, 2005

We were walking down the street to the coffee shop. Mike looked at me as we passed another crazy man standing on his street corner screaming about the end of the world coming and how all sinners were going to burn in hell.
“Same song they have been singing for ages now, man, I wish they would just get a clue and knock it the fuck off”, Mike said.
“Well,” I laughed, “I don’t guess they will quit until it happens.”
“It? You don’t actually believe that shit do you?
“I don’t know man, I mean something has to be out there right? Why not their god, why not the techie’s gods, hell, why not all of the gods?”



If I only would have known what the hell I was saying. Well, I don’t guess I would have not said it, but maybe I would have been a little more prepared. We had all been raised to believe what we wanted. Some kids believed in technology as the new deity since it had already taken over pretty much everything. Then there were your regular religious folks who followed the religion of their families. The old religions they were called. Hinduism, Judaism, Islam, Christianity, Wicca, Astratu, Taoism, Buddhism, and all the flavors of each. We even had kids in our class that believed in nothing. They thought that when we die absolutely nothing happens. Atheists. Something has to happen right?

In November of 2000 when President Robertson took office he declared that he would be upholding the part of the U.S. Constitution about religious freedom. Unheard of right?  The first two years were terrible, the fights, killings, it was unspeakable. After a certain point all of the Youngers, that is my generation, decided that we didn’t want this for ourselves. We were the up and coming power, the ones who would be voting in the next American election. We were the ones who would be raising kids in the next ten to fifteen years. All over the city, then the county, the state, then the country, we banded together. There were still pockets of people who couldn’t let go of their supremacist visions, but they were outnumbered and stuck to them selves.

The election was won and we were on our way to a new world. When the rest of the world saw that we were getting along perfectly well with all of our acceptance and shit, they started doing it. Everyone just stopped fighting, and it was historical. The mountains of the Kunar Province in eastern Afghanistan became a top hiking and mountain climbing location. Oddly enough, the Middle East became like the Arizona of the world with all the retirement communities that popped up. It was complete and utter peace in the world.

Except the Christian fundies.

July 23, 2009

I could hear them outside the building. Just being a nuisance, they dare not attack here, not in the house that I am in. This house belongs to someone far older than him. These are low angels, barely qualifying for the title. I personally think that with the war that Yahweh is waging it is taking a toll on how picky he is being on who becomes angels or not. Still, even with there smaller wingspan, sixteen feet of wing is pretty intimidating. It will not be long though, before this flock is picked off by Cupid and his archers. That bastard even has a trick that he will shoot some of his special arrows at two male angels and forces them into a “sin” that Yahweh sends a ridiculous punishment down for. Normally all of the fire and raining brimstone make short work of the entire flock. I just wish Cupid would be a little more careful of where is calls down the wrath of Yahweh. Not all of us are immortal Cupid. Of course not all of you are either.