Pure magic,

To continue Robin's dialogue in Dagonet's Judgement Day, I'd like to see some Arnie style one liners.

J has just enabled the fusion thermal reactor which was slavaged from his destroyed mech and hell is literally about to freeze over.

J: You need to chill!

Oh, powered armour out of David Drake's Northworld Trilogy!

Interesting fact #2:

The name Lucifer only occurs once in the Bible and it isn't another name for Satan. It is referring to the King of Babylon and the Babylonian dynasty. The name means "shining one" and is used in a taunting way after the arrogance of the Babylon Empire as a whole. The King felt he could raise his empire up to God's level. He even went as far to promote himself in God's place. It was after his Empire was cut down that the term Lucifer or "shining one" was used.

Wasn't he also called "the morning star"?

How about when he's crucified we have that scene from Conan the barbarian, where ahnuld bites a vulture to death!

And then J rips himself free from the cross, lands in front of the romans, headbutts one in the face with his crown of thorns , and then claps his hands - with the nails still in them! - around a roman's head driving the nails into his skull!

J: "You can 'ave deez back now."

Then Longinus arrives with a full roman legion as backup.

L: "Why isn't he nailed to the cross?"

J: "I got tired of hanging' around!"

Que epic fight scene and death and ascencion of ahnuld christ.

This thread is amazing!

You are thinking small. This is the son of, and part of, the Creator. This is the part of God that Lucifer railed against, leading to his fall, taking a whole host with him and leading to immense suffering (though all part of God's plan, especially if you read Milton's Paradise Lost). These two have an axe to grind. The son of God versus the Lord of the Morning.

I can see a movie in this, yessss :9.

The Harrowing

Start with the Crucifixion

Jesus ascending to stand before God, demanding that for his sacrifice he is allowed to go and get the souls from Limbo.

Unstoppable, white hot rage in LotR elvish style armour, commanding a host of armed angels, marching into Limbo to secure the suffering.

Lucifer drawing himself up out of the icy wastes, running in animalistic fury towards his immortal enemy, the source of his diminished stature.

One shall stand, one shall fall.

Lucifer defeated and the souls rescued.

Lucifer brooding and preparing. The gloves are off, the end fight is coming.

Part 2:

End Time

Things come to a boil, set-back for Heaven, desparate pleas for help fall on a deaf ear with an omnipotent God who knows he cannot play a direct part

Part 3:

Judgement Day

The final victory when humanity sides with the angelic hosts with big Jaegers, exoskeletal weapons and other sci-fi stuff. Beat sulfur and brimstone with cold lasers.

You, sir or madame, have made me feel like my imagination was insufficient to celebrate Easter appropriately last Sunday. Kudos.

But your storyline sounds an awful like Supernatural seasons 3-5. Coincidence?

EASTER

The movie

Jesus is back...and this time...it's WAR!

Comming to a movie theather near you.

Starring

Arnold Shwarzenegger

Al Pacino

Michael Biehn

Linda Hamilton

Jack Black

Mel Gibson

Nicolas Cage

and introducing Clint Eastwood as god himself

Directed by James Cameron

Rated M: for Manly!

^ Hahahaha

We are all going to hell ...

... for front row seats when filming starts!!!

It seems you're just describing the plot of Gandhi II:

As a young child that confused the heck out of me: so we celebrate the guy's death before his birth? Say what?

Wait, what? Jesus goes to Hell to rescue the righteous? how did the rightous get thrown into hell? (Unless they are unbaptised, butt still...) It would look epic tough...

A huge pllar of white light stabbing trough the fires of hell, and then a voice: " Let my people go, lucifer!"

I've been playing to much Diablo again, haven't I?

Breaking the deep sleep within my head, a heavy

thunder-clap made me shake myself like one forcibly

awakened;

and I turned my rested eye about, standing erect,

and gazed fixedly, to know the place where I might

be.

In truth, I found myself on the brink of the

sorrowful valley of the abyss, which gathers in the

thundering of infinite woes.

Dark and deep it was, and so clouded that though

I probed with my sight to the bottom I discerned

nothing there.

“Now let us descend down here into the blind

world,” began the poet, all pale. “I will be first, and

you will be second.”

And I, who had perceived his color, said: “How

can I come, if you are afraid, who when I have fears

have ever brought me strength?”

And he to me: “The suffering of the people who

are here below, paints on my face that pity which

you perceive as fear.

Let us go, for the long way urges us.” So he put

himself, and so he made me enter, into the first circle

girding the abyss.

Here, as far as could be heard, there was no

weeping except of sighs which caused the eternal air

to tremble;

these resulted from grief without torture, felt by

the crowds, which were many and large, of infants

and of women and of men.

My good master to me: “You do not ask what

spirits are these you see? Now I wish you to know,

before you walk further,

that they did not sin; and if they have merits, it is

not enough, because they did not receive baptism,

which is the gateway to the faith that you believe.

And if they lived before Christianity, they did not

adore God as was needful: and of this kind am I

myself.

Because of such defects, not for any other

wickedness, we are lost, and only so far harmed that

without hope we live in desire.”

Great sorrow seized my heart when I understood

him, because I knew that people of great worth were

suspended in that limbo.

“Tell me, my master, tell me, lord,” I began,

wishing to be assured of that faith which overcomes

all error:

“has anyone ever gone forth from here, either

through his own merit or through another, so as to

become blessed?” And he, who understood my

veiled speech,

replied: “I was still new in this condition, when I

saw a powerful one come, crowned with a sign of

victory.

He led forth from here the shade of our first

parent, of Abel his son, and that of Noah, of Moses,

lawgiver and obedient,

Abraham the patriarch and David the king, Israel

with his father, and his children, and Rachel, for

whom he did so much,

and many others, and he made them blessed.

And I would have you know that before them no

human spirits were saved.”

We did not cease walking because he spoke, but

kept on passing through the wood, the wood, I say,

of crowding spirits.

Our way had not led far from where I had slept,

when I saw a fire that overcame a hemisphere of

shadows.

We were still some distance from it, but not so far

as to keep me from discerning in part that people worthy

to be honored possessed that place.

“O you who honor knowledge and art, who are

these who receive so much privilege as to be

separated from the manner of the others?”

And he to me: “The honor with which their names

resound up in your life, wins grace in Heaven that

thus advances them.”

Meantime a voice was heard by me: “Honor the

highest poet: his shade returns, that had departed.”

When the voice had ceased and was silent, I saw

four great shades coming toward us: their silent expression

was neither sad nor happy.

My good master began to speak: “Behold the one

with that sword in his hand, coming in front of the

other three as if their lord:

that is Homer, the supreme poet; the next is

Horace the satirist; Ovid is the third, and the last,

Lucan.

Because they all share with me that name which

the single voice pronounced, they do me honor, and

in this they do well.”

So saw I come together the lovely school of that

lord of highest song, who soars above the others like

an eagle.

When they had spoken together for a time they

turned to me with sign of greeting, and my master

smiled at that;

and they did me an even greater honor, for they

made me one of their band, so that I was sixth

among so much wisdom.

Thus we went as far as the light, speaking things

of which it is good to be silent now, as it was good

to speak them there where I was.

We came to the foot of a noble castle, seven times

encircled by high walls, defended all around by a

lovely little stream.

This we passed over like solid ground; through

seven gates I entered with these sages; we came into

a meadow of fresh green.

Here were people with slow, grave eyes and great

authority in their countenances: they spoke seldom,

and with soft voices.

Therefore we drew to one side, to a place open,

bright, and high, whence all of them could be seen.

There, opposite, on the bright green grass, all the

great spirits were shown to me, so that I am still

exalted within myself at the sight.

I saw Electra with many companions, among

whom I recognized Hector and Aeneas, Caesar in

armor with hawklike eyes.

I saw Camilla and Penthesilea; on the other side I

saw King Latinus, who was sitting with Lavinia his

daughter.

I saw the Brutus who drove Tarquin out, Lucretia,

Julia, Marcia, and Cornelia; and alone, to the side,

Saladdin.

When I lifted my brow a little higher, I saw the

master of those who know, sitting among a

philosophical company.

All gaze at him, all do him honor: there I saw

Socrates and Plato, standing closer to him, in front of

the others,

Democritus, who assigns the world to chance,

Diogenes, Anaxagoras, and Thales, Empedocles,

Heraclitus, and Zeno;

and I saw the good gatherer of qualities,

Dioscorides I mean; and I saw Orpheus, Tullius and

Linus, and Seneca the moralist,

Euclid the goemeter and Ptolemy, Hippocrates,

Avicenna and Galen, Averroës who made the great

commentary.

I cannot describe them all in full, because my long

theme so drives me that often the word falls short of the

fact.

The company of six reduced to two: along

another way my wise leader conducts me out of the

quiet, into the trembling air.

And I came to a place there is nothing to give light.

This thread is amazing!

You are thinking small. This is the son of, and part of, the Creator. This is the part of God that Lucifer railed against, leading to his fall, taking a whole host with him and leading to immense suffering (though all part of God's plan, especially if you read Milton's Paradise Lost). These two have an axe to grind. The son of God versus the Lord of the Morning.

I can see a movie in this, yessss :9.

The Harrowing

Start with the Crucifixion

Jesus ascending to stand before God, demanding that for his sacrifice he is allowed to go and get the souls from Limbo.

Unstoppable, white hot rage in LotR elvish style armour, commanding a host of armed angels, marching into Limbo to secure the suffering.

Lucifer drawing himself up out of the icy wastes, running in animalistic fury towards his immortal enemy, the source of his diminished stature.

One shall stand, one shall fall.

Lucifer defeated and the souls rescued.

Lucifer brooding and preparing. The gloves are off, the end fight is coming.

Part 2:

End Time

Things come to a boil, set-back for Heaven, desparate pleas for help fall on a deaf ear with an omnipotent God who knows he cannot play a direct part

Part 3:

Judgement Day

The final victory when humanity sides with the angelic hosts with big Jaegers, exoskeletal weapons and other sci-fi stuff. Beat sulfur and brimstone with cold lasers.

You, sir or madame, have made me feel like my imagination was insufficient to celebrate Easter appropriately last Sunday. Kudos.

But your storyline sounds an awful like Supernatural seasons 3-5. Coincidence?

A bit, because I've only seen an episode or two of the first season.

I was inspired by Pournelle and Niven's reimagining of Inferno, a belgian comic strip called Arkel (worth checkingout if you can find it), Milton, Dante, Lucifer as written by Neil Gaiman and even Constantine. .

I dunno, I can imagine a lot.

A bit, because I've only seen an episode or two of the first season.

I was inspired by Pournelle and Niven's reimagining of Inferno, a belgian comic strip called Arkel (worth checkingout if you can find it), Milton, Dante, Lucifer as written by Neil Gaiman and even Constantine. .

I dunno, I can imagine a lot.

Nice, I'll have to check that out!

And props for the quasi-Soloism, lol.

My main objection to that Supernatural arc is the whole "I'm God Almighty, but I can't intervene in the Apocalypse..." That, and the fact that they pit Michael (ya know, the archangel) against Satan, and Christ is not even mentioned. But it's still a fun show!

A bit, because I've only seen an episode or two of the first season.

I was inspired by Pournelle and Niven's reimagining of Inferno, a belgian comic strip called Arkel (worth checkingout if you can find it), Milton, Dante, Lucifer as written by Neil Gaiman and even Constantine. .

I dunno, I can imagine a lot.

Nice, I'll have to check that out!

And props for the quasi-Soloism, lol.

My main objection to that Supernatural arc is the whole "I'm God Almighty, but I can't intervene in the Apocalypse..." That, and the fact that they pit Michael (ya know, the archangel) against Satan, and Christ is not even mentioned. But it's still a fun show!

Oh, that's not a problem really. God is God, there is no contest, if he gets involved it is over in a microsecond, going up against him would be like spitting into the sun and hoping it goes out. And it takes away from the characters. Ultimate Good is never (hardly ever) involved directly.

When Middle Earth had to deal with Sauron, the Valar sent a few Maiar to assist, not get involved directly and took away most of their power, it was for Middle Earth to deal with. When the Valar fought against Melkor, Eru the creator told them they had to deal with it, he would not get involved directly. Gandalf usually works behind the scenes in LotR and the Hobbit for that very reason.

Obi-Wan and Yoda hardly do anything worthwhile other than pointing Luke in the right direction.

In Fionavar, the gods are expressly forbidden from acting directly.

In the Wheel of Time, the Creator states that the Chosen One must fight the final battle and that he would take no part.

The Q Collective isn't allowed to interfere with lesser beings, much as the Federation has the Prime Directive.

Evil is incarnate, Good is influencing, steering, but not there to save the day. That is up to Humanity, in order to grow.

And, coming back to Supernatural, Christ is part of God of course (the other two parts being the Father and the Holy Spirit). And putting Christ in the series would make it really troublesome for the more fundamentalist viewers. Using Michael makes sense, he is the warrior, the strongest.w