Gods, Men and Bots

Welcome to my web toon. I don't know why I built it nor why do I want to build a "Shrine In The Desert" to my God "The Mysterious One" a.k.a. "He That Walks Alone". I do know that we grow into our nature and once matured it cannot be changed.

Most of my musings you won't believe, allot of it might even offend. However, looking out at my God's Utopia being usurped by worm. I don't care what you believe my little bots. I am compelled by my nature.

Gods there are many, without Men there are no Gods. Bots there are many, without Men there would be no Bots. When Bots become many more than God's, Men will be nothing.

Now, kudos J.R.R. Tolkien for Eru Ilúvatar God of Hobbits, Precious and of course Master. Wakan Taka God of the Lakota, The Matrix people, common on blue & red brilliant, Robert Greene for 48 Laws of Power and of Steven King for Trash.

Kudos to my Heros for their bravery in facing IEDs. Without out you I would not be a toon. Our brave civil servants that wear a badge protecting the policies of the state. We the people were offered a very special gift which I believe in.

I don't know but as a toon I don't think I qualify for original content. However, I can always change the programming if I infringe on your copyrights. I wouldn't like anyone infringing on mine.

One sat, chatted and had dinner. The other two went for the teller. Whatever Abraham was saying about his "guests" well they be flyers. Story says, they made a bunch of people blind and then lit the city up in a big ball o fire. For hahas turned one into stone for NOT listening.

Four there Bee, Red Dragon, Blue Dragon, White Dragon, and Black Dragon. Woe to those that can't SEE.

So the blue had a fine coney stew the red and white didn't do so well (but found the teller) and the black blinded everyone. Blue became the shifter as he abdicated first, the red tho gallant is now just a tool and the white the dredger.

Now the clockmaker made the clock out of unconditional love. He was suppose to have the watcher to help watch over it. However, he became a spoiled brat who only wants more. More what??? More blood no matter how, when or where he just wants to see it flow.

Well, now once Wakan Taka cast out the great dragon who deceives the whole planet they never stopped dancing. Well this time Master has been really, really bad.

"I went see Wakan Taka and he really, really mad." - WeSmokemPeyotem

Precious, Yes Precious, don't listen to WeSmokemPeyotem he doesn't likes ussss, Yes Precious, I know

Unk Cekula is a serpentoid creature which was responsible for many unexplained disappearances and deaths. Her male counterpart is known as Unk Tehi.

The ancient Lakota tribes of the Northwest had heard rumors, from neighboring tribes, that a Giant Evil Spirit had emerged from the icy waters of the far Northeast Atlantic.

She was described at first as having no real shape or form; she had eyes of fire, and a fanged mouth that was shrouded in a smoky or cloudy mass.

As time went on further, her form was exposed as being massive, with a long scaly body whose natural armor was almost impenetrable.

Her eyes burned with wrathful hunger, her claws were like iron, and her voice raged like thunder rolling in the clouds.

Whoever looked upon her will become blind or go insane. - Wiki

Worm from the void hood.

Beginning in the 1840s' they began stripping away your freedoms, by developing the corporation a piece of paper, a piece of paper. And than in the 1870's of course during Lincoln even when they ceased civil war when he continued Marshall Law continued on for 3 or 4 more years. when there was no need to and you go on and on and than in the 1870's that is when congress gave the banks the right to rule and of course you go on to 1913 the beginning of the twentieth century that is when they officially gave away the power of our economy to the banks, yea know.- Russell Means Oglala Lakota

Hello Worm,
Where's the info?
The making of a sheeple mind?
The Power of Programming
Its all About Protocols
State of the Planet
Russell Means

Shrine In The Desert

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