the FRend

Is this what God feels like? Does some master hand drag and drop boxes into our lives, our thoughts, and our free will? Does some ultimate series of commands govern our lives, like we're being managed or played with? Is the world anything more than just a giant, deceivingly beautiful program? This is what god feels like.

I am commander of the birds! With great and gracious patience I watch as each piece is set in place, and WOOSH! The birds come to life under my infallible orders. They are promises that cannot be broken, commands that must be followed, for, what could be done but their following? What actions can those pathetic little creatures take except the ones I tell them to make? Do they even know how to disobey? I am God now, little bird. The pig, my subject, is your enemy, a tool to fester your fervor. You will not disobey me because you love me. And you hate the pig. These feelings, combined with a healthy dose of mindless ignorance, makes you a perfect little peasant. And I am king. God loves totalitarianism.

Number 12. I have encountered a zombie. At first I was frightened. God leaps from his throne at this sudden change, but soon finds himself rising from the puddles of his own fear, and taking on this new challenge. Challenge? Nay, it is easy, as this zombie is an even better representation of my assertiveness. What better way to exercise my authority than on a dead, submissive human being? It sounds almost sick, but it's also just a computer game. NO IM GOD

THE frEND