Koumei wrote:They could instead choose to stop believing in crazy shit*, stop associating with an insane cult of paedophiles, and do something else with their lives. I mean, I get the whole "I want to leave Utah, what a shithole" thing, but there have to be easier ways than becoming a missionary.
*Even by Christian standards, and let's face it, you're starting with benevolent zombies that are forgiving you (if you believe in the heart of the cards) for shit they decided you were going to do ahead of time so is actually their fault, not yours, and if you don't believe in the Kamina that believes in you, then the benevolent zombie can't do anything, his hands are tiednailed to a cross and you have to suffer for ever in Hell.
Well, see, that's the problem. Their whole families are Mormon, most likely. Everyone they know is Mormon. So it's kinda hard to welch out without totally uprooting your whole life.
Which can be a bit hard to do, what with money and jobs and such.
So I can be sympathetic to the kids, even if I do find the religion itself nuts.
Edit: Forgot to say. I had a couple come up to me and try to talk me to like I was in high school. I asked if they'd done any college. "No, not yet, we're doing our missionary work first."
"Really. I'm 25."
And they lost the formal tone. As I've mentioned before, I get mistaken for high school age a lot. So much in fact, that I made a couple of Mormon missionaries go, "Wait, WHAAAT?"
"I don't drink, smoke, do drugs, I sleep for at least seven hours every night and I get two to three continuous hours of light exercise every day. The excess bodyfat is because I do like to eat. This is clean living."
I gave them a dollar, asked if they'd ever eaten at Subway. Told them to try it, because they can get Hi-C and other no-caffeine drinks.
He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!