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I have now gotten him to talk about it twice when he wanted to talk about his colon zero or even fewer times. This accrues not to my capacity for manipulation, but rather to the fact that he has been so harrowed body and mind by the experience he is now essentially just a sausage casing with a t-shirt draped over it. I was able to extract more data in my most recent interrogation and what I learned will shock you.

I always preferred Forza Horizon to the traditional Forza, but I never thought that was a compliment to me.  I would love to say that I stopped going to church because I had unspun the fundamental philosophies inherent to it, and stood astride it, gleaming like a newly minted God.  It's a fiction I'd love to maintain.  In the end, I simply couldn't hack it - I was willing to engage in a multi-year campaign of gruesome self-recrimination, obviously. But once it became clear that it was utterly open-ended, a blank check I would perpetually cash against my own identity, I could burn myself alive or try to go on as a maimed and useless creature.  That's basically me and Forza Horizon.  I wish that I were hardcore enough for the progenitor - of the universe, or the racing franchise.  Take your pick.  

You could order your own Ryan Gosling Wolf Fox Sweater kit from Mary Maxim, I suppose, if any more of them existed. What you can do at this juncture is purchase a spot in line to order a kit. Gabriel had heard of at least one person experiencing the scenario in the strip, and we might think that is crazy, but the kits are ninety dollars and I think that a normal person can't really conceive of how much we spend on our hobbies. The implacable High Marshall Helbrecht costs like fifty bucks, and he's a single model. Actually, in terms of sudden and explosive scene drama, knitting may be one of few venues that can compare with gaming. Also, these motherfuckers program yarn. I've peeped their game for some time now.

He is risen indeed! I don't have any insight into the true ethical machinery of the universe, but if the things I read as a child were true then they're at once timeless and ineffable but also authored to our precise moment. I remember learning in church that God was a 27 Dimensional Entity, which gave the Sundays thereafter a potent, hard sci-fi kick. If He exists at a remove from causality, well, that explains a lot. I mean, it's no Kolob, but we lowly snake-handlers had to make due with what we had.