A messanger hurried over and nearly didn't stop in time when faced with ArcTic's presence. He delivered an urgent message requesting ArcTic's aid as the gates of Emo was under fierce attack. ArcTic quickly moved out to set across the Tundra and in brief moment, he was looking out onto the Emo tribe. There was a haze that made it difficult to see the whole situation, but ArcTic knew that he had little time to spare. He race down, drew out his claws, and entered the haze. What he was faced with was a creature of darkness, a shadow of sorts. ArcTic's icy claws flew through the air and tried hard to tear into his opponent, but to ArcTic's surprize, went through the dark figure without a mark to show for it. The creature turned around at its attacker. ArcTic took a defensive stance and brought down his scanner to try and find a weakspot on this creature. The dark figure's arm moved though the air and slashed at ArcTic's arm. He let out a cry of pain and his blood spilled onto the frozen ground around them. After cursing at the pain, ArcTic regained his stance just in time to block his opponents next advance. ArcTic pushed the creature's attack off and followed the momentum with a series of slashes with his claws, all hitting, but after a furry of attacks, the shadowy creature remained there without a mark of pain. The two kept this volley of blows going and ArcTic was able to pull the creature away from the walls of the Emo tribe taking blow after slash while being unable to return any damage back. The creature charged in for another attack. ArcTic staggers for a bit and as the creature jumped into the air, the sensor in ArcTic's helmet goes off and shows a small spot on the creature that could be a vulnerable spot. Without hesitation, ArcTic rolled forward to meet the shadowy figure's charge, and while the creature was in a moment of confusion towards ArcTic's actions, ArcTic threw his claw deep into the creature's chest. The beast howled in terror as it crashed into the ground on its side. It lay there, using its depleting energy to draw breath. ArcTic was in a similar situation, still haven't risen from his knees after the last strike. He was glad the fight was over. He had lost a lot of blood and energy and stays on his knees trying to hold his energy together. It was at this moment, when he felt the coldness all around him. In his weakened state, he stayed there, shaking from the cold and the pain, but atleast it was over.

Just then ArcTic heard a cry from his opponent. His spine went colder than the air around him. Slowly he turned around. Curiousity filled him. The corpse of the beast was still there, with a giant slash through its center, but there was something that didn't feel right about it. ArcTic looked harder at the sitation and noticed faint footprints leading away from the corpse, but there were no coresponding tracks leading towards the beast. Just then, ArcTic heard a laugh and turned around just in time to see a fist lunge at his neck, lift him off the ground. ArcTic looked down the arm to see another shadowy figure, but this one more resembling a man than beast. ArcTic struggled to fight against the dark person, but every swipe, every attempt to grab at the arm holding him was in vane as ArcTic's arms passed right though. The creature laughter haunts ArcTic and leaves him with a feeling of emptiness. The creature draws ArcTic in and glares him in the eyes. As ArcTic looks into his enemy's eyes, he saw an image of a person from his past that left him shaking. Though ArcTic's eyes were protected from the creature's gaze by his sunglasses, the shadowy figure could still feel the remainder of ArcTic's strength leave.
It was strange to ArcTic how the person he saw in the creature's eyes would give him a feeling of warmth that only left him weaker in the end. But ArcTic tries to remember that he is here in this state of life for a reason. Despite his reasoning, ArcTic is still left weak in the core. That combined with his exhaustion from the last battle, leaves ArcTic in a poor state at the moment. The shadowy figure can feel this. The shadow is trying to enter ArcTic's mind. ArcTic tries to fight it off with whatever defence he can muster while dangling from the shadow's hand. He hardens his thoughts trying to form a wall to keep the darkness out. Defence, have to keep the thoughts out.
Just then ArcTic feels a change in his position. First up, then down, a hard hit, but not one to stop him, then ArcTic feels himself fall though the ice and into the freezing lake below. The creature's throw was so hard that he was able to break through the thick layer of ice! ArcTic's muscles were eased by the water, but it wasn't long before ArcTic realized the problem of his position. He was too weak to even swim back out, too weak to fight against the freezing waters, too weak to be able to find his way out again. ArcTic floats there in the deep freezing water, letting the current take him deeper and deeper into the darkness of the Tundra, where he will end up, he cannot say, if he ends up anywhere at all.

ArcTic takes a pause in his journey and looks up at the stars. They suggest to him of a fate to happen in the near future. ArcTic ponders on this for a moment and decided that what the stars suggest could be very plausable as well as detrimentle to the well-being of his allies. He sees it as a sort of test to his resolve. After spending a few moments pondering what he can do and what he should do, he decided to take shelter until this whole thing blows over. He changes direction and heads to the Men Tribe.

ArcTic crossed the Tundra until he finds a city on top of a hill. The Men Tribe ever watchful of its surroundings for invaders. He walks up to the steel and heavy timber gate and request entrance. The guard requests to know who is asking and to what purpose for entrance. ArcTic is quite familiar with this process and starts by giving some completely obserd story about how he was infact the guard asking and that the person asking belonged down infront of the gate. The guard stood stern for a moment and then let out a smile knowing the one person who would answer the question so indirectly. The gate soon opened enough to allow passage.
After he enters the Men Tribe, he consults the leader of the tribe in hopes of getting support for the upcoming events. The leader looked at ArcTic and asked his source on the subject. ArcTic hesitated, but then replied that he had received the warning from the stars. The leader looked discouraged and told ArcTic that he would not put the energy into an operation without some more concrete proof.
ArcTic let out a sigh and thanked the leader for his time and turned to exit. He had walked a few blocks noting all the construction that was going up in this tribe. He was pleased to see it flourishing but was caught in a pause after hearing a strong whistle directed at him! He stopped and looked around to try and discern the origin of the noise. After sweeping the ground for the person, ArcTic decided to turn his glace upward. A construction worker hanging off a steel column was waving his wrench. ArcTic took a closer look to discern who it could be. The worker got himself down from the column, walked down the beam under construction, grabbed the lift and fell below the wooden fence. A moment passed and ArcTic saw a man walk out from the entrance of the site.
"Good to see you again," the person said, this time extending his hand to ArcTic. "I wanted to thank you for your help."
It was Dee. He was dressed in typical construction attire, over-alls, work boots, a shirt that was once white, but now has a different array of greys and browns, and a ratty hat. He was covered in dirt and smelt of smoke from the welding tools. ArcTic found that he was much friendlier this time than upon the first encounter, this time a big grin covered his face. "It feels good to be working again," he continued. "But what brings you here?"
ArcTic explained the story with the stars and their warning and what he believed it to mean. Dee gave out a chuckle.
"I can see why the leader here didn't lend you aid," Dee started. "That does sound rather far-fetched given everything I know about ya and this place. But..." Dee continued, "I suppose it is best to be safe than sorry in any case." Dee's grin faded and his face showed his contemplations.
"What do you suggest?" ArcTic asked just to make the question known though he had a feeling Dee was already half-way to an answer.
"Well. I don't think it much, but I can let you stay at my place for a bit. That should, in any case, give you some cover in case the sky falls or something like that," Dee replied with a cynical smirk.
"Thanks nonetheless," ArcTic rebutted in a tone that dissaproved the last remark.

Dee led ArcTic to his shack. This isn't much of an exaggeration. The building itself was not much bigger that to allow for a bed and a minimal living space. The whole building was made up of corrugated steel attached to metal poles. There was some welding at the corners to help cut off the draft to the interior. The landscape was unkept and was made up of some patches of grass trying to overpower the gravel that covered most of the ground. This caught ArcTic as a shock contrast to Min's place, but he couldn't but acknoweledge that there was some charm to this place.

Dee opened the door and let Arctic in. The interior consisted of a single bed, a small end-table next to the bed, a lamp and a book on top of that, and a small cabinet up against the other wall. On one of the cabinet doors was a sharp fedora that caught ArcTic's attention as it's clean formal appearance contrasted with everything else Dee seemed to own.
"It's not much," Dee started seeing ArcTic's quiet responce, "but then again, I don't need much. I spend most of my time at work or just out getting something to eat. All I need this place for is to sleep and get a change of clothes."
"Is there even a bathroom?" ArcTic finally asked.
"Sure. The door is behind the cabinet." ArcTic peered further in to see a door that was previously blocked from his sight.
"Where will I stay," ArcTic started again.
"Where ever you feel like. I'm not here much at all." Dee let out a laugh. "Fact, I'm known to nap at the workyard."
"What if something fell on you while you were sleeping?"
Dee let out another laugh. "If that ever happened, then I'm sure I'd rather be sleeping anyways."
"Good point." ArcTic paused before starting again. "Is that your fedora? Do you go out much?"
Dee's expression fell and his voice got quiet. "To tell you the truth... I don't know whose hat that is."
"It's not yours?" ArcTic's expression was now puzzled.
"No. I was told it belonged to me, but I can't place it. A mystery to me as well. But seeing that it is the only clue I have in this mystery, I figure it best to hold on to it until I have figured this whole thing out."
"That's a good point. I thank you for your hospitality. I shouldn't be here longer than a few days," ArcTic replied.
"No bother," Dee responded letting out another chuckle grabbing his wrench. "Even if you did stay for longer, I can just always build another room."

Dee left ArcTic. ArcTic knew that if this was what was going to guard ArcTic from the upcoming fate, he would be in trouble, but it was a good start, hidden away, but not cornered. ArcTic took note of his surroundings to find the escape route if he needed them. Then he checked his equipment to make sure it was all up to snuff. He senses a fight up ahead, he has a feeling of who would be coming around looking for him, and he also knows the record so far and it doesn't weigh well on ArcTic's side.

ArcTic takes a deep breath and readies himself.

ArcTic continues his journey through the Tundra. He had been exploring unknown depths and aiding in the building of the world. As he stops to rest, he spots a messanger run up to him. ArcTic was being summoned to the Emo tribe. They had found an artifact that required ArcTic's attention. He quickly moves and soon finds himself within the walls of the Emo tribe.
The priestess greets ArcTic and leads him to the site. They were digging and found a box. It was ornately decorated with roses and thorns. A familarity with the box resonated within ArcTic's mind, but was unable to place where. One of the workers broke off the lock and started to unlatch the box. That is when ArcTic remembered where the box came from and more importantly, why he burried it in the first place. ArcTic yelled for everyone to clear the area. The people evacuated the site just as the worker opened the box. A dark swarm burst out from the box and soon crippled the worker onto the ground. ArcTic launced and Ice Blast at it, but it only stunned the swarm for a moment before it targeted ArcTic. Before ArcTic had time to react, the swarm engulfed him. It filled his head with a darkness, but was overpowered by the peircing that came from his heart. He staggered for a bit, trying to stay on his feet, but the pain in his heart was too much to take and he soon collapsed to the ground. ArcTic was quickly searching for a way out of this trap, any trick he could muster. He was coming up short.
It was at that point when he heard a melody in the air. He looked up, trying to find where the sound came from. Though his mind was racing, filled with confusion and doubt, ArcTic thought he saw a person dressed in white. This person was emmitting a sort of light around him. It must have been the confusion of the moment, but ArcTic thought for a moment that this person looked just like himself! The person removed his sunglasses and winked at ArcTic, still singing the song, then turned around and headed off.
ArcTic understood what that person was saying. It wasn't the words of the song, but the song in itself. And then with that song now in his head, ArcTic caught his mind and brought it back to focus. The dark swarm still spinning around, trying to choke out the light in ArcTic's life, but ArcTic started to hum the song. With this song, ArcTic realized his strength. He knew that this song means much to him, and him alone. This was his song. ArcTic found himself there in the dark swarm. He knew that despite the waging confusion around him, that wasn't him. He stood inside the swarm, but wasn't apart of it. ArcTic took back to his feet and started to stand. He started to understand who he was was far from anyone else, but that is why he is important. He has to safeguard the Tundra and was given that responsibility only. This swarm, this dispair, this torment, it isn't him. It was something that happened, but no longer holds sway. And with that thought, ArcTic's heart came back from the pain and ArcTic's energy returned to him. He summoned his energy again, charging his gauntlets. This time, he took his fist and threw it hard into the ground simultaneously releasing the energy and emitting a powerful blast that mixed with the mud and caked the dark swarm in dirt and ice dissappating the dark swarm into nothing.
Arctic stands triumphant, another demon slayed. He lets out a deep breath. He knows that now he has that much more freedom in his life and feels lighter on his feet. He walks up to the box, holds it one more time, then walks over and drops it in the recycling bin. He has no more use for it. He is free.

ArcTic looks to the horizon and lets out a long sigh. The sun has set and night has settled in.

The sun is setting at 6:15 tonight. Next week it will be at 5.

The night is still, but there is still an uneasiness in the air. ArcTic steps into the hut where he pours some tea for himself. A while after drinking the tea, ArcTic notices an irregularity stemming within himself. He cannot see clearly and started to get frantic. He takes a look at the empty tea cup and notices foreign leaves resting at the bottom. Seeing as all his flavorings for his tea were in the pot and not the cup, he knew there was something amiss here. He grabbed the leaves and stuffs them in his pocket. Dizziness now starts to take him. He was poisoned!
He breaks from the hut and moves he way to the elder's house. He knocks on the door and waits for what seemed like an eternaty before the door opened to reveal the elder. ArcTic explained the situation and showed the elder the leaves. After examining the leaves, the elder told ArcTic that it was a unique poison and that there isn't a remedy to be found in the Spir tribe. ArcTic inquired as to what could be done then. A soft smile grew over the elder's face and suggested to search for a person in the Emo tribe that has knowledge of herbs and poisons from them. ArcTic thanked the elder and took off in a haste.
ArcTic's movements seemed sluggish compared to what he knew of himself and his head was in a fire. Along the way, he crossed the path of an ally who, upon seeing ArcTic, came out of the hut to greet him. On any other day, ArcTic would be happy to converse with the person, but as the sharpness in his head faded, ArcTic had to push the ally aside and keep to his quickened pace.
Time passed and ArcTic soon found himself infront of the ivy enwrapped gates of the Emo Tribe. The gates quickly opened after ArcTic's request. He quickly moved across the central pavillion and gardens to talk to the priestess of his situation. The priestess had to admit that she had only limited knowledge of poisonous herbs. ArcTic felt a growing sense of concern grow inside him with this news. The priestess continued that there was a new person in the tribe that might be of some help. ArcTic followed as the priestess headed off to this person.
The priestess rang the bell outside the residence and after a pause, the gates open and a figure approached. Even under the growing haze in ArcTic's mind, he could recognize who the person was, and the both shared smiles upon their faces. It would seem that in the short time upon moving here, Min had already started up her own garden and ArcTic was quite surprized to see the progress in such a little amount of time. ArcTic pulled out the leaves again and presented them to Min. She took them in her hands and examined them closely. A troubled expression took her face. She told ArcTic that this was an exotic plant not native to the Tundra and would have had to been placed by someone from a completely different region. Min suggested a few regions that this plant would grow and ArcTic knew immediately which one it came from.
The plant was a reminant from the Princess he once guarded. The leaves came from a plant whose flowers were beautiful, but the leaves were toxic. Min hurried quickly. She picked a few leaves of a few types of plants, ran to her shed and grounded the leaves into a powder. She took the powder and mixed it into a drink and handed it back to ArcTic instructing him to drink the whole thing quickly.
Because of the haste, the water was not heated and so ArcTic had to drink the whole drink, leaves and all. He managed to throw it down and let out a hard series of coughs. With each cough, ArcTic could feel a surge of power that was only draining his energy, burning him out. He could feel the remedy fighting the poison inside and taking all of his strength in doing so. After about the eighth cough, ArcTic felt his legs give out and he fell to the ground, landing in a small patch of snow.
He was hunched over before the coughing stopped. The world was now very quiet as the priestess and Min stood watching over ArcTic to see what would happen next. ArcTic's head was a float and he tried frantically to find something concrete for his mind to latch on to.
The wind cut through and brushed across his face. As it passed by his ears, ArcTic could hear the whistles of the wind and could hear something else with it. A mysterious grace mixed with his mind and the sounds of cheers from his allies filled his mind. A weak smile grew now over ArcTic's face. He took his right arm and placed it in the snow and started to lean on it. More cheers filled him. ArcTic now made a shift with his body that placed him back on his feet. The memories of his allies support placed by the winds gave ArcTic a renewed sense of strength that seemed to fortify him and gave back his grace and strength.
ArcTic turned and thanked Min for the concoction. He turned and gave a salute and took to his feet and left for the Tundra.

After his last retreat, ArcTic looks across the Tundra. He knows he will need some aid, but where does he look? Faint footprints are found in the snow. They seem familiar to him somehow. He follows the trail but pauses in dismay. The snow is tainted with red blood. A fight had come to Castor and Pollax, and though ArcTic knew that they would fight valiantly, in the end, here they lie, never to breath again.
ArcTic takes a moment to morn for his lost companions. Then an idea formed in his mind. Nothing short of a miracle would bring these two back, and ArcTic knows that miracles seem to be a chief export of the Spir Tribe.
ArcTic took ahold of his two companions, lifted them, and then proceeded to cross the Tundra in the direction of the massive mountain where he would find the tribe he sought.
As he entered the town, ArcTic was relieved to see that it was in a prosperous state. The town was very clean and construction was seen in several places. Though this tribe has seen several battles, and at times seemed to face extermination, at this point in time, there was growth everywhere.
A couple townspeople ran up as ArcTic entered the gate. They quickly took the corpses and led ArcTic to the shrine. The elder there came up and spoke to ArcTic. He regretted to mention that the time for those two was over, but that does not mean that the spirits of those two were over. The elder mentioned as how those two spirits are just as critical to the well being of the Tundra as ArcTic's. The elder told ArcTic not to weep for the two fallen, but rather celebrate for the life that they will have, a stronger life. The elder told ArcTic to go to the top peak of the mountain and focus his energy, by doing that, ArcTic will see the next manifestation of those two.
ArcTic thanked the elder and started to climb the massive mountian. While climbing, ArcTic could now start to see the Tundra from a new perspective. As he took moment breaks, he would glace across the frozen lands and would remember the battles fought. It seemed trivial now the fights and the victories. The land was peaceful now. As he climbed higher, ArcTic saw where he had serviced the Princess. Funny how that fell apart. While he is a knight, he knows now that he is a knight to himself. He is free and does not need to be of service to anyone anymore. This brings him much peace.
After more moments of reflection, ArcTic found himself at the summit of the mountain. The air up here was thin, but the air was clear. The sun shined brightly on ArcTic's face. Though the sun only gave a faint hint of heat, it's light was most impressive. ArcTic sat down and started to focus his energy. The sun aided him and soon a spark coursed throughout him. Life was now found to be on the Tundra again.
From the ashes of Castor's corpse rose a man. He was formed with a wrench in his hands and a stern expression on his face.
"Always with the mechanics, huh?" the voice of the second person sounded, "That must leave you very empty inside." A sweet, innocent smile grew over the face of the person from Pollax's ashes. A woman that had an aura of patience and empathy walked over and tried to intersect the man's path. "What about the beauty in life? You know, you can get much more out of a thriving garden then you could get out of looking at bricks all day."
The man paused. Apparently the woman didn't understand how he worked. "Creating an structure that keeps people safe is more important than a few flowers."
Just at that moment, the two stopped and looked at the figure that was approaching them. The man tightened his grip on the wrench and took a step forward to stand between the approaching person and the woman next to him.
"And you are?" the man asked in a firm tone of voice.
"Good day. I go by the name ArcTic in these parts. Whom may I ask I'm speaking to?" ArcTic took another step forward extending his hand to the man. The man didn't move but just stiffened his position sizing up ArcTic. The woman now stepped around the man and with a warm smile, took ArcTic's hand and shook it with an impressive amount of grace.
"My name is Min."
"It is nice to meet you Min." ArcTic returned her smile and noticed in her other hand was a trowel. "Do you work with gardens?"
"Oh!" Min replied in shock until she remembered the tool that she carried. "Yes. I am a gardener. When a garden is in full bloom, there is magic in the air!" Her smile seemed to brightened with the thought of the healthy garden.
"I am afraid to dissappoint," ArcTic started, "but the land here is frozen most year round."
"Well then," she started, her smile never failing, "we will have to work on that, now won't we. There has to be somewhere here that isn't frozen all the time."
"Well," ArcTic started trying to think, "I suppose that the one tribe that is in the more temprate zone would be the Emo tribe."
"Perfect!" she replied, her eyes lighting up, "I will have to start there. You know, if you have a bright enough garden, it will light up the land and spred until the whole land flourishes!"
ArcTic let out a laugh. "I look forward to seeing that, but I must say that you are in for a fight if you want this land to grow anything."
"I accept that challenge."
ArcTic just laughed warmly a bit more and then turned to the man. "I don't think I've gotten your name."
"That's because," the man started, his voice not near as warm and friendly as Min's, "I haven't given it and I don't really trust you enough to let you know what I'm called."
ArcTic taken back with the man's frankness, but a smile still remained on ArcTic's face. "Fair enough," ArcTic started, "What name can I address you by then?"
"Dee will do."
"Alright Dee. It is an honor to meet you. May I enquire as to why you keep such a tight hold on that wrench?"
"Well," Dee started gruffly, "that's becuase wrenches fix stuff."
"Am I able to assume that you are a mechanic then?"
"You might be able to."
"Do you have a home yet?"
Dee paused.
ArcTic reading into his pause started, "Might I suggest you set out for the Men tribe. It is the capitol of this land and has a great training and use for a man of your talents."
Dee took a moment before replying simply, "Thanks."
"Glad to be of help."
ArcTic walked the two to the gates of the Spir tribe wishing them the best of luck on their travels and to seek him out if they need any help. They left and ArcTic felt a bit of comfort having met those two. He can senses their strengths and knows that the Tundra is a bit safer tonight. As the sun goes down, ArcTic feels that the upcoming fight won't be as tough with those two now aiding him.

Hmm... It is that time of year again. The moment I spend the rest of the sunny year trying to prepare for.

The sun starts to set on the Tundra. ArcTic feels the chilling breeze come across him. He knows that this will be the last time the breeze will bring comfort to him as soon it will leave him too. Silence now sets on the Tundra and ArcTic sits down in the snow and starts to plan and outline defences to protect his beloved Tundra. He knows it is the same fight as the past years, and he hopes that this will be the year he wins the upcoming battle.
Shadows now start to dance. ArcTic stays cool as he watches them approach. He prepares his new defenses and weapons. Though he has new tricks, he still knows that the fight will be a long one. ArcTic fires a shot at the shadows. This was just a snowball to see what will happen. ArcTic wasn't as impressed as he wanted to be. It is time to run to higher ground.
Time to go.

Alright, so to get a friend's phone number, I took her phone, called my number and left myself a message. I leave messages for everyone else, so I figured I'd leave one for myself as not to be left out. I later heard my message. Wow! I must apologize to everyone who has had to endear such long messages. I know I like to leave long messages in a comical fashion, but I feel really bad for people having to spend so much time listening to my voice! Seriously! I just heard my own voice tonight. It sounds much different in my head! I try to play with the cards I'm given, but Mon Dieu! I am really ashamed of the sound of my voice! And I know I cannot just write things out because my handwriting isn't much better! Ask anyone! The ability to write my papers on a computer greatly increases the readability of my thoughts. Not that I really have much to say. Truth be told, I just really do waste time with those messages. I thought they would be humorous. They really aren't. They are just stupid. So I'm sorry to the people I have left lengthy messages on their voice mail. I don't know what I'm going to do to remedy the voice problem.

But to lighten the mood, today I was listening to music that reminded me of my hometown. Instead of growing remorseful, I just embraced the moment and felt lucky to have had the moment when I did. I will probably find myself in my hometown again, but even if I don't, I am happy for the time I did have there. Which is a positive sign that I won't get homesick this time.

Man. This is really going to bother me. When a Gemini has to rethink the way he/she speaks and what he/she says, it is a major ordeal. Blah.

Today I was in Architecture History class, mind still racing as I just got my paper finished and turned in minutes before the beginning of the class. Today we were talking about ancient Greece temples. This is a fun lecture because you see the different columns and proportions, etc. Basically, you get to see what the big deal about Greek architecture is. Well, naturally, when talking about temples, you are also talking about religion. So I was contimplating in my head about the Greek gods and goddesses and comparing them to the Christian concept of "God". It was interesting that the Greek gods/goddesses were essencially humans who were really powerful and immortal. People followed these gods/goddesses and built beautiful temples part to honor and part of fear. In my Greek teachings growing up, you kinda feared Aphrodite because she would get jealous and bring wrath down on you, like Medusa. Appling that to our current world, and you see that a good part of the world is ran by fear. This does fluctuate and sometimes we have liberty and sometimes we have security. Our airports? Yeah, security. So I took a moment to compare that to the Christian God. He seemed to be fairly reasonable and compassionate at certain levels. Why you would follow his teachings isn't because of his love, but rather because of the consequence which was the Devil. It is weird how in church, you are taugh to love each other not because it would get you closer to God so much as it would get you farther away from the Devil. Fear again.
So my class ended and I figure I'd head to the Commons to eat lunch before work and there is a huge gathering. I read one of the posterboards someone was holding. It read simply "Fear God". I laughed. It seemed my theory was at work. I half wished I had a board ready that read "Or else He has no control over you." but I'm not that prepared apparently. :P
Crazy day.