My name is Jonathan ( Read more... )

There is a story of a man named Job. Most of you have heard, but for those who haven't, it is a story of faith and adversity. Or rather, faith through adversity.

These floods are simply that. Adversity. And we must still have faith. Faith in God. For though we are given these trials and given these tests...we must prevail.

[Private to Will]I'm ( Read more... )

[He tries to filter this to just Will, but fails miserably at it because he's hurting.]

Our Father who are in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, they will be done- [He dissolves into mumbles for a while.] -not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.Water, Will. Please. God...I cannot think. Just give me something...something to ( Read more... )

What is there but sin? But pain? What is there to life but anguish? We are tested by our God. Always. Even here He tests the strongest of us. Sends us to our own personal hells. But we have to prevail, do we not? We must not fail.

Ever.

For if we do, we are sent His wrath. Or we are sent to Hell.

[Private to Will]I cannot take this place, ( Read more... )

I cannot say I'm surprised he ended up in this den of filth and sin. You women, dressed like whores. You men who take those lustful thoughts and make them a reality. My son deserves this place. It might not be hell, but it is certainly the best place for him.

And these notebooks all over the place. You're only encouraging his bad behavior.

[ ( Read more... )

[John sounds about the same, though he is a few years younger.]

Through all of the insanity in this, through all of the confusion, it's Easter. I'm not sure what this is. I don't know what hallucination has brought us here, or why, but I am confident that it will go away soon enough.

God help us, it must... [He sighs, trying to hide his fear. ( Read more... )

[John sounds tired. Pained. He's been quiet for a while now, but he's breaking his silence to try and lift his own spirits. It sort of works...]Once, I believed God could only create. That He could just bring life. But our existence isn't just life. It's hardships, you see. So much hardship packed into a shitty, dented can with a pretty label. Why ( Read more... )

[John doesn't sound like himself. He's not accusing. He's actually asking for answers he doesn't think he'll get.] "Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil ( Read more... )

[John, who rarely does video, is on the screen, laughing at you wardens. LAUGHING. Why? Because he has powers. He's on deck, a point a long way away from the engine room, and has electricity brimming in his hands.] Just look what God has given me. My God. The one you scorn. The one you have mocked. He has granted me these gifts and now...the ( Read more... )

Wrathful behavior is so predictable here. I suppose it is the most common sin that we see here. It's so easy to give into it.

And I understand that.

Tell me...how does it feel to live with such little self control?

[Private to Will]

I want my notebooks back.