Posts from Spring Festival: a new beginning. Auto-translated

Not everyone, but only one-tenth. The number of salvation tickets is somewhat limited...

The Lizard needs something more powerful. Something that can be used to shoot down thugs and gays with firearms.

Save yourself or die!

Look, Lizard, I've come up with a plan for you. You take, for example, a lot of devout guys, preferably physically strong ones. Using social networks, you lure atheists, gays, and other non-believers to a meeting, and force them to kiss the cross and repent. I can already imagine it. A pumped-up Lizard stands over a scrawny atheist and says: "Why are you reading Dawkins, you non-Christian!? Kiss the cross! I said, kiss it!"

Flee or die!

0.5 lies.

0.5 lies.

Die!
Is that better?

Lizard, and for the fact that you didn't participate in the contest, but now you're here causing trouble and showing mercy, I've almost added you to the list of those I will torture with particular cruelty after I conquer the world.

Understood. Just eliminate the thugs. Send the gays to concentration camps or the moon.

Just avoid them. That's all it takes.

Whatever the sect, it's still a sect. And there is no "Universal Salvation." Salvation is given to each person individually, on the condition that they repent for their sins.:smile16:

- So, it depends on your actions?
-Well, yes, how else?
-Okay, okay," Shambambukli opened the book closer to the beginning and began to read aloud. "It says here that at the age of twelve, you helped an old woman cross the road. Did that happen?
-It did," the man nodded.
-Is that a good deed or a bad one?
-Good, of course!
-Let's see..." Shambambukli turned the page, "five minutes later, that old woman was run over by a tram on another street. If you hadn't helped her, they would have passed each other, and the old woman would have lived another ten years. So, how is it?
The man blinked in surprise.
-Or here," Shambambukli opened the book in another place. "At the age of twenty-three, you participated in a brutal beating of another group of people with a group of friends."
-They started it!- the man raised his head.
-I have it written differently here," the demiurge objected. "And, by the way, being in a state of alcoholic intoxication is not a mitigating factor. In general, you broke two fingers and a nose of a seventeen-year-old teenager for no reason at all. Is that good or bad?
The man was silent.
-After that, the guy could no longer play the violin, and he had great potential. You ruined his career.
-It was an accident," the man mumbled.
-Of course," Shambambukli nodded. "By the way, the boy hated that violin since childhood. After your meeting, he decided to take up boxing so that he could stand up for himself, and eventually became a world champion. Shall we continue?

Hello, celebrators! How are you doing?

No. I prefer to be the Lady myself.