This feller’s got some yuge, sausage-ish fingers. You can tell he’s supposed to be a tough guy but not by the fact he’s got yuge sausage-ish fingers and is wearing massive elephantine hockey goalie Uggs. How messy is the ground where he lives? He can’t be fighting all the time, it’d probably help to clean up around the yard occasionally. Anyway, he’s also got massive shoulder protection and them big, ol’ gloves. But you know he’s supposed to be a tough guy because he wear’s a thin cloth wrap around his punkin haid. The Purging Lutheran guarantees you he doesn’t bother with a helmet when he roars about on his monstercycle. He’s too rough and tumbly for such nonsense. And in the middle of an apocalyptic war zone he manages to keep a neatly manicured soul-patch. What a phony. A big, fat phony! No wonder The Lad is sending this away. If you want to project believable post-nuclear scenario you need believable characters not drama queens. Good grief!
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”