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"my son, step forth into the new world.... and spread the name of god"
Our intrepid hero began his journey in the new world by stepping foot into Boston filled to the chest with zealous pride of his glorious religion. But alas, something was amiss... Boston was full of faggots! These that were supposed to be his brother, commit sin's against thy lords name?!? Our hero fled into the woods, as far from Boston as possible, falling to knee's and praying to god for an answer....

Send pras to god and he will answer the questions which need be answering -

Our hero had received his answer, and knew what he must do... He trained hard in the wilderlands in order for his body to become a tool of his gods will.

When at last he was ready, in one last attempt to save his bretheren, he warned them of their fate!

But alas, to corrupted by the seed of unconditional love, our hero was left with no choice other then to smite down those who would rather live in sin then in a life time of servitude to God's will!



Satisfied with his work for the day, our hero retires to the Bostom claim where he has found he cannot smite heathens, thus hopes he cannot be smitten himself for smiting heathens. He considers the possibility he may be smitten for smiting, and decides to pray far off the east coast levitating above the ocean currents.

Pras be the lord!
