The Facemask Mafia and the Real Score (1 rating) by T.L. Winslow
Page 2 of 2 Funny, but a bill was even then in the State
Legislature to permit people to pack concealed weapons;
the FMM publicity caused it to be withdrawn
immediately.
What is my stand now on private ownership of blasters
and explosives? I truly don't know. I can't think
straight anymore. If only the bad guys have them, then
what? If everybody has to carry them for
self-protection, then what? There is no easy solution,
sorry. God himself is testing us all, and there can't
be a legislative-only solution.
The FMM were said to have been neo-Grrs,
commemorating Grrruwxr's birthday, 20 Gox. If so,
Grrruwxr is getting some pretty dumb recruits these
days, else why didn't they go to a predominantly
striped school instead of scour ours for one striped
face, and then slaughter a dozen collimateds too?
Grrruwxr must be rolling in his grave. No, strike
that, he has no grave to roll in. There couldn't be
one handful of mud on our homeplanet that would be left
alone if his remains were buried in it. Two days later
a big meteor snowstorm moved in, covering saint and
sinner alike with a blanket of collimated ash. God
forgives. People can try. But only if they
understand.
Why? What was the point? Two collimateds, by all
accounts bright, and from affluent families. Great
futures ahead of them, because they were collimated.
They chose to play a video game of Death on their
classmates and teachers, and end their lives after
running out of ammo or victims, whichever. What kind
of parents would let their moral values degenerate to
the point where real people and video sprites could be
equated? Didn't they ever take them to church? Spank
them? Watch what they were doing, who their friends
were, what they were saying? They ran a publication
telling the world what they were planning to do, for
love's sake.
Was it the Jubilee? The year Jubilee Minus One?
Every Jubilee does things to people. Call it the
Jubilee Fever. It happened in the year before the last
Jubilee, and will probably happen again in the year
before the next. Seers predicted it. Sacred Book
fundamentalists predicted it. Worse, they predict a
much hotter time for this beautiful planet, and now I
think they will not be disappointed. There are a lot
more high schools than I would like to count.
Theaters. Stadiums. Churches. Auditoriums. Arenas.
It makes me cry to think of even one more person shot
in the face because it was the bad-guy's coloration in
a video game from Hell.
Why did the shooters act so happy, even delighted, as
they shot people like video game sprites? If they
believed in God, they knew they weren't going to heaven
now. If they believed in the Devil, maybe they thought
they would be taking their 'scores' with them to Hell,
and be set up over them as their rulers. But that
presupposes their victims would be going to Hell, not
somewhere else. They might find out they were sadly
mistaken.
What does killing a video sprite do? Nothing except
change the score. What does killing a real person do?
It kills their future, their family, their classmates,
more scores than anybody but God can tally. And it
changes the score of the shooter to negative infinity.
In case you don't know, nothing they can add to it can
change it now: it stays negative infinity forever
after that.
I believe in angels. What are angels? Where was
Mstiflxa's angel? Are angels only for collimated
faces? I can't understand. Maybe Mstiflxa is himself
an angel now. If so, I know he'll be transformed into
a creature of pure light, blinding collimated light.
Unlike mortals, which only reflect light, angels give
it off. Maybe that's where all collimated racism comes
from. They look at what reflects off somebody, rather
than what shines from them. It's easier to point and
shoot that way.
THE END
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