The holy meme Bible created by the Almighty Shrek himself.
Basically, I'm translating the bible to meme language.
Enjoy!

Ickapoo needs to distinguish between wisdom and folly to live on eternally.
	A wise teacher began by asking children in the service to spot the differences between 2 pictures, then went on to ask the audience to spot the differences between Wisdom and Folly in Proverbs 9. She asked us to distinguish the call of the wise from the call of the wild. In modern society, due to exposure to social media, children will be exposed to voices of Wisdom and Folly. She raised the question of how to discern wisdom from folly, which include voices from Atheists, New Age teachers, believers in spirits and Postmodernists who hold that truth is unstable and relative. Based on Proverbs 9, Wisdom teaches Christians to walk in the way of understanding, that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. Proverbs 9 thus teaches that knowing God is the way of understanding and that you learn about God through the bible. The call of Folly in Proverbs 9 teaches that stolen water is sweet and thus teaches the wrong values in the eyes of God. Many Marvel comics such as Suicide Squad and Deadpool make bad characters heroes hence the distinction between right and wrong is often blurred for children in the media.
	In the book of Judges there was no king in Israel and everyone did what was right in their own eyes. Hence the world was confusing and had no moral compass. In Australia it was reported 50000 people left the church yearly and the Straits Times reported that Singaporean youth are shunning religion and atheism was spreading. This was because of higher information exposure and the Church was not engaging young people.
	In Proverbs Folly targets those who pass by and go on their way. The wise  teacher cited Pokemon Go as a distraction which was destructive and foolish. Likewise children think it is acceptable to lie and cheat. They think it is acceptable in boy-girl relationships to cross boundaries, they do not judge people who commit adultery. The teacher dissuaded the audience from listening to Folly. The teacher then examined the character of Wisdom. Wisdom is busy, builds a house hewn on pillars, prepares meat and called out to people to visit and dine at her house. The meaning of Wisdom inviting people to eat and drink at her house means that one is initiated in the way of understanding which comes from the bible. Once one starts walking in the way of wisdom, it will point out whenever something is not right in God’s eyes, one will be corrected, rebuked, instructed, taught. Folly mocks Christians instead of instructing. The Foolish mocker insults, hates, abuses Christians while wise people will love and correct Christians. We have to discern Folly from Wisdom and avoid foolish mockers.  Dr Cheah then taught that scripture is God breathed and is useful for the purposes of teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness according to 2 Timothy 3:16. The bible is about God’s love for us and attempts to restore us through a relationship with Christ.
	The bible speaks to every part of our lives. We receive correction and training from the bible only when we live out the word of God and follow the Bible’s teachings. Just as the house built on a rock was left standing when a storm hit, those who base their lives on living out God’s word will live well while those who listen to Folly will collapse like the house built on sand.   To raise wise children in a foolish world, we have to follow the Bible as our guide and live by the teachings of the bible. The consequence of heeding Folly or not heeding God’s word is death. There are adverse consequences for adultery and fraud in real life. One can choose the feast of Wisdom or the funeral of Folly.


It was the year 2046. In the distant and faraway planet or Yr lived a lonely alien named Ickapoo. It had no friends as all its species had been vanquished from a meteor storm. In its solitude and misery it pined for a companion.
Yr was a bare and inhospitable planet. With winds blowing at 150 km an hour, it was virtually impossible to see past the blizzard and storm. Ickapoo yearned for friends and company. Many a time he fiddled with his transistor radio, sending out messages and hoping for a response. He sent fire launchers and rockets into space, hoping that some space traveler would find out about his existence. Ickapoo was an alienated alien. In the same way humans wondered whether we were the only species to inhabit the universe, Ickapoo felt estranged and isolated from the rest of the cosmos.  Join Ickapoo on his escapades across galaxies and worlds in search of company.
Ickapoo the lonely Alien, 2046 is created by Chung Chin-Yi , an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

Bean is dead, the pill has activated and shone through her belly.
Every baby in New Peas is the size of a basketball and watermelon comes out of the marriage ring that is passionate pain.
Bean is a newborn kitten after god destroys her body and put her soul in the baby kitten. The baby kitten soul went to heaven.
Bean is blessed to have peanut as the father.
Peanut does not know.
Bean: I have lost all my memories.
Peanut: baby talk is all you can do.
Want more milk?
There is a Corona-virus 2020. Must get many portions of meat and baby milk.
All the store is closed. The food is gone. Everyone is scared.
Peanut thoughts: I have downloaded web comics and manga to get the thoughts to be gone.
Bean was my first real relationship. All she left is a child. She is interestingly mysterious and sweet.
In English moments, the memories of her said that " a boyfriend and a girlfriend are acquaintances who are sexual, romantic, or platonic.
The baby was the name Cheerios.
Bible verse :
Proverbs 22:6 New International Reader's Version (NIRV)
Start children off on the right path.
  And even when they are old, they will not turn away from it.
Cheerios have a baby cat tone for many cats years
Peanut thoughts:
When the vending machine finally accepts your tokens. Yeah absorb all the physical up and take the information. Overbearing female machine. Vending machines are having bugs. Gross.
A senior cat states not to go to that cat house because it is a whorehouse and another name is a brothel.
What does the sign on an out of business brothel say?
Beat it. Smash you out of here. We're closed.
Peanut's future thoughts with Cheerios when Cheerios is teenage: what did the banana say to the vibrator? Why are you shaking? She is gonna eat my pancakes!
Why do vegan dogs give good head?
It's because they're usually eating fresh-baked steamy nuts.
Peanut went home and stay away from other cats and dogs. Dogs, puppies, kittens, cats are barking the wrong tree about the corona-virus.
Here are Bible verses from Protestants:
Isaiah 40:31
But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Peanut went to the Zion group on the social media name Connected Note. Peanut will see the friends on every Friday.
Cheerios spoke the first word: I love you.
Peanut thoughts: so beautiful.
Bean was not popular, wealthy, beautiful, and intelligent. The Bean body became ashes. Cats, Dogs, and animals moaning just comparably to female mourning.
Bizarre sounds together.
The funeral was intense upsetting.
Weeping was not allowed.
Staying strong and tell god everything.
A bible verse:
Jeremiah 29:11 New International Version
For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 New International Version (NIV)
16 Rejoice always, 17 pray continually, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 

In life, surviving is frightening. In ancient Europe, without the letter of broken relationships leads to a different story. How can people deal with depression, schizophrenia or illness ? Love is complicated to explain. Please pray for those who are suffering. Yet, the light of hope, faith and love.
Revenge is not the best answer.

 The pounding noise continued to get louder as it woke Mitchell from her terrible nightmare. She shot up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. As her mind began to clear, the noise became more a more distinct beeping noise. "My alarm!" 
 Mitchell looked over to her end table, checking the time. She cringed as she slapped the "dismiss" button. "There's no way this has been going off for an hour!" She twisted her body to hang her legs off of the bed, accidentally kicking her cat, Kingsly. He hissed as he bolted off the bed into the bathroom. She could still hear him grumbling when there was a knock on her door. "What?" Mitchell asked dragging out the A's, clearly irritated with how her morning was going. 
 A husky blonde woman opened the door peeked her head into the room. "You never made it to the shop, I had to call your sister in so I could come and check on you. I was worried-" 
 "Okay mom... I'm up, I'm late, I get it." Mitchell sighed as she walked to the bathroom. She turned on the sink and splashed some water onto her face, trying to fully wake up to focus on the day. She looked up to the mirror and paused. There she was, but something was different today. Her reflection in the mirror showed her normal long brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, but something was off. She couldn't tell if it was more sadness in her eyes than normal, or if she was looking borderline frail for her normally busty frame. All she knew was something was different. She released a heavy sigh as she reached for her toothbrush, pausing to examine her hands. Burns. After applying a thick layer of eyeliner, a bit of mascara, and some bronzer she looked almost human. Or to her, not dead dead, whatever that meant in her dreams. 
 After combing her hair through and getting dressed in a floor length black skirt with a matching black crop top, she was ready to go. She bolted halfway down the stairs, then made a giant leap over the railing, landing on the couch next to the door. She reached down, grabbing a pair of simple black sandals and slipped her feet in. "Just lock up on your way out, please!" She called to her mom as she grabbed her small leather backpack off of a hook by the door. 
 Mitchell's mom hobbled down the stairs, holding the railing for security. "One of these days you need to move out of this townhouse. Too many stairs!" Her voice was raspy and out of breath. "Just wait two more minutes and we can ride together. You are already late, anyways." She chuckled to herself as she got to the bottom landing. 
 "What are you going to do, fire me from the family business?" Mitchell smiled to her mother, reaching her arm out for support. "And maybe I like having stairs. Keeps me thin," she said as she gently helped her mother to the door. 
 "You try having five kids and a hip replacement in a ten year period, then you will hate stairs," she replied as she patted Mitchell on the back. "Speaking of kids-"
 Mitchell put her hand up, signaling her disinterest in the conversation. "Not going to happen, mom. Kids aren't my thing. You have enough grand-kids anyways."
 "From everyone but my oldest," she replied, prodding her finger into Mitchell's chest, right over her heart. "At least give me a son-in-law and a puppy grandchild."
 They eased their way out of the door, and Mitchell shut it behind them, locking it quickly. "So what is Kingsly to you? Should I tell him you're not his grandma anymore, just some crazy lady named Sarah?" She gently guided her mother to the car, opening the passenger door for her.
 "You know I hate cats, Ell," Sarah replied as she buckled herself and shut the door, eyes following Mitchell as she walked around to the driver's side of the car. She reached over, to try and open the door for her, but she was a few inches too short.
 "Still a fur-baby grandchild," Mitchell replied as she got into the car and put her seat belt on. "He's an angel, and you know it. You'll learn to love him." She turned the key in the ignition, put the car in reverse, and backed out of the driveway.
 Sarah sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned to the window. Mitchell never understood her mom's hatred for cats, but it didn't bother her. Her home, her rules, so no matter anyone's feelings, she could do as she pleased and be herself. After five minutes of silence, Mitchell spoke up, "You know, I don't plan on staying at the store forever, right? I've been accepted where KayCee is."
 "Are you sure you want to work with a friend? I read online that it can cause strain in relationships working together, especially if you mess up and she is the one who put in a good word for you," Sarah replied, turning to face Mitchell. "Plus, this is our family's pride and joy! How could we have a family store without the whole family?"
 Mitchell huffed, clearly annoyed. "Easily, keep the ones who actually care there and just let me go. I won't mess up with KayCee, because it is something I actually want to do. It's literally what I went to school for."
 "You know it makes your dad happy having us all at the store," Sarah said sternly. "He put a lot of money and labor into getting all of the antiques, plus the work into restoring them. He works harder than anyone I know, and he supported us all these years, it's the least you could do."
 "He's not my dad. You know that, and I know that. Shit, even Adam and Luke know that. They were old enough to remember our dad," Mitchell retorted. She pulled into a small shopping center, parking her mom's car behind the building, angrily turning the key to the off position. "Martin is just the guy who tried to take my dad's place. After this week, I won't be working with you here."
 Mitchell let herself out of the car and walked to the back door of the store. In faded paint, you could barely see the "Very Valuable Vintage. No entry for customers" wording on the door. "Hopefully the last week I'll be in here, and my mom isn't right about KayCee," she thought to herself. A cold sensation trickled up from her hands to her body as she turned the doorknob. Something about this day felt different, but she still couldn't figure out what. She entered the building, kicking down the door stop to prop the door for her mother as she worked her way through the back storage room to the lobby. A young couple were slowly browsing the antique furniture section, and a tall, blonde man was flipping through the catalog of First Edition books they kept in the store room. Mitchell looked over at the register and found her youngest sister propped back playing on her phone. She quickly walked over to the counter and announced in her best customer service voice, "Good morning everyone, if you need any help with any items, just let me know. Feel free to grab me if you need me!" 
 The blonde man turned and smiled at her, politely pointing down to the catalog and raised his brows, asking for help without speaking. Mitchell slid through a small opening in the counter and hurried over to him. "Hello sir, I'm Ell, what can I help you with? Looking for a specific First Edition or collectible?" She looked into his green eyes and smiled. "What a pretty man," she thought to herself as she examined his facial features. Well over six foot tall, the man had very defined cheeks and jawline, long blonde hair to the middle of his back, and a snug, button up shirt leaving nothing to the imagination on how muscular he was. 
 His deep, but gentle voice filled the air as he spoke, "Yes, actually. I noticed you have a Bible from the fourth century listed in here. May I see it?" He turned the catalog to her, showing the antique Bible's photograph and description to her. Underneath, the asking price of eighty-thousand was listed.
 Mitchell took the catalog from his hands and smiled. "Of course, sir, but unfortunately we don't keep it here because of it's value. It's being held in a safety deposit box at the bank down the road, I am more than happy to take you to see it, mister..."
 "Lunaire," he replied. "Should we set up an appointment to see it so my investor can come as well? No reason to take two trips." Lunaire casually leaned against the wall as he pulled a phone from his front pocket and began to scroll through it. "It looks like we would be available later this afternoon, around two. Would that work for you Miss Ell?"
 Mitchell felt a slight rush in her cheeks, causing her to blush slightly. "Just Ell is fine, and yes, that would work perfectly. We can meet at two, just head south from here and the first complex on your right. I'll be right out front of the WellsFargo."
 Lunaire smiled and nodded to her and typed into his phone. He reached out and took her hand, shaking it gently, "Thank you, Ell. We will be there." He turned and walked out of the door, waving at her through the front window as he made his way to his truck. Mitchell smiled and thought to herself, "Hopefully an easy sale and a nice commission check! his hands were so soft..." as she fiddled with her hands. She turned and walked back to the counter, leaning over to her sister. "Lilly, let mom know I am showing the Bible in a few hours so I wont be staying long. I'll take over the register for now, though."
 Lilly looked up from her phone for the first time since Mitchell walked in the store and shrugged. "Cool. I'll be in the back then. Mom said we got a shipment of some old-ass comics we have to go through that Dad found online. Hopefully he didn't overpay and they don't look like shit. We lost about four-hundred the last time he bought some." She slowly stood up, taking her time to stretch out before grabbing her coffee cup and retreating the the storage room. Mitchell chuckled to herself as she remembered when Lilly broke the news to Martin that the comics were junk. He always insisted on doing the searching and purchases himself, as he had a self-proclaimed eye for top sellers.
 Sarah came out from the back room with a big grin on her face. "I hear you might be selling the Bible, is this true?" She hobbled her way to Mitchell and hugged her. "We might actually be well enough ahead for the first time in years after this! Your dad will be so pleased!"
 "Martin will be so pleased," Mitchell corrected her. "This will be my parting gift for leaving, but I still want my commission for it." She nodded her head, assuring herself that this could possibly be one of her biggest commission sales yet, and the perfect time to leave without disturbing the balance in the family. "So, I'll be leaving here in a few hours. If it sells I'll let you know."
 "Did he seem very interested, or just maybe?" Sarah asked, curious.
 Mitchell rubbed her temples and sat down in Lilly's register chair. "I guess. He's here for some kind of investor, so I'm sure he has a private collection or something." Her head started pounding, causing her to wince. She looked over at the couple, watching them shrug and walk out of the shop. Sales have been lower than normal, so she wasn't surprised they didn't make a purchase. Why buy something old when you can buy new vintage style furniture for half the price? "I've got a headache, so do you mind if I help sort and you deal with anyone that might come in today?"
 Sarah nodded her head, "Of course. You've got a more important sale to focus on, so do what you have to and make sure you're at the bank early. No bad impressions! It's taken twenty years for someone to actually want to see it."
 Mitchell stood up, slid past her mother, and worked her way back to the storage room. Once again, Lilly was mindlessly scrolling on her phone, completely ignoring the boxes of comics to be sorted. She chuckled to herself. "Lord help them if they think Lilly will actually do something for this store." Mitchell pulled one of the boxes over to a desk, sat down, and began to sort them. Carefully eyeing the dates and issue numbers, she stacked them into two piles: Sales and Donate. "Looks like Martin didn't suck so bad this time," She said as she carefully dangled a early copy of Captain America in front of her sister's face. "You should post this one on the website for full asking price only. It'll sell quick without hagglers trying to cut a deal."
 "Oh, wow! Not worth fifty cents like the other junk he brought in last month!" Lilly smiled as she took the comic from Mitchell. "Thanks for helping, Ell. I'm really not feeling it today. Think mom will let me go early? I have plans tonight..." her voice trailed off as she got a new alert on her phone. Lilly smiled, blushing as she quickly typed back to her mystery friend.
 Mitchell loved seeing her sister happy. As the youngest, she had the luxury of not remembering all the bad events from their childhoods, but at the same time she would never know the unconditional love of their father that had passed. Mitchell was always jealous of her spirit, Lilly was like a ray of sunshine compared to her. "I'm sure if the Bible sells we will all be out of here early. I hope this Lunaire guy is reliable. I wonder who his investor is," she said as she continued to sort through the comics.
 "If tonight doesn't go my way, I hope that Lunaire guy is single!" Lilly laughed. "He sure was a hottie."
 They both broke out in a chorus of cackling laughter. Mitchell wiped a tear from her eye, not sure if it was from laughing or because she was always alone, never interested in anyone for herself. "I think he may be a little too old for you, Lilly. He had to be like, thirty or something. You're barely legal. Plus he doesn't seem like the type to play step-daddy."
 "I meant doesn't go my way, like, I'm stuck here covering for you. You should ask him to coffee or something, you're old so I'm sure you guys have lots of things in common," Lilly snorted. She was always so pushy for Mitchell to date, convinced she was so worried about her siblings that she ignored her own needs.
 Mitchell put her hand up, "I'm cool. I already told mom that the only grand-kid she gets from me is Kings." She smiled, hoping to stop the conversation where it was.
 "I said nothing about grand-kids, I said date. You know, like a social life besides here and KayCee. I'm pretty sure Dad thinks you guys are lesbians or something."
 Mitchell chuckled as she reached into the box for the last comic. "You know I'm not-" she cut her sentence short, focused on the cover of the comic. Death Angels. The cover had a man with long dark hair in a cloak, facial piercings, and skeletal fingers. It slowly burst into gray smoke and disappeared right before her eyes.
 Lilly looked over, oblivious to what had happened. "Whatcha find?" she asked, face scrunched in concern. "You look like you found a bug or something in there. That's happened to me before. It was still alive too!" She shuddered at the thought.
 "No..." Mitchell replied slowly. "I thought there was another book in here, but I guess my migraine is playing tricks on me."

Mitchell, the oldest of all her siblings, has never been much of a dreamer. That is, until she had a visitor in her dreams warning her of evil to come. A family curse threatens to take her life over something far in the past. Will Death take her, or will Death save her life? When everything you've been taught is flawed, what side will she stand on?

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(Notes- I decided he's gonna do cooler shit later so he'll need more power which made me write whats in this chapter. someone needs to fucking comment , I love you all but I need some form of feedback to continue. Have a great day and drink plenty of water. )

He played around with his sparkle throughout the night effectively keeping kurt up with his giggles and light. Kurt told him he didn't mind b/c he doesn't sleep well at night sometimes and spends that time reading the Bible. 
[speaking of vitch , I have a Bible vor you if you vould like one]
[oh word, uh im not particularly religious (' though I've met a god and touched his d') i appreciation the offer tho man]

' im surprised it took him this long to talk about religion. in the comics he's all about that but he seems a little less on edge in this universe, thinking about that isn't the timelime a little off as well as minor appearance and personality traits. hm, maybe this isn't exactly the mcu but it definitely leans closer towards it. in the comics ide have to worry about the hand, hellfure club, galactus, as well as a literally fuck ton of people who could kill me with a thought. though just because they aren't present in the open doesn't mean they aren't in the shadows. ill have to look up alot if stuff later,  for now I should go get a drink to cool off my hot ass'

**Ding-  congrats you have met the requirements to unlock ( The Bored Ai).**
** would you like to activate (The Bored Ai)?**
'uh what the fuck , I still have two years and 8 months until my shits suppose to work. I mean I cant say no to my own personal Jarvis so.... yes I accept"
* ding congrats  (The Bored Ai ) will now be available to you**
'cool, so how does this work'

*< it works how I want it to work. I mean I have a limit on my control but I know a few ways around just about everything by now>*

'mk, I was asking how to talk to you but that concerns out the door, so what were you talking about'

*< *sigh ... is this your first time having a system? >*

' yep, why is that a problem?'

*< no particularly its just im supposed to be attached to multiverse travelers who either did alot of good or alot of bad and punish or reward them appropriately,  im like Santa except instead of treats you get power and instead of coal you get a pineapple the size of the sun shoved up your ass as well as a loss of power and perminant dampeners>*

' well you sound like a pleasant fella, I've been a real good boy i promise'

*< ●_●, dont say shit like that or ill disable your system for a year.>*

' at this point i don't care, my systems been off for the last 10 years, I can wait another 4 or 5 if I lay low

*< what do you mean your system is off,wait a minute lemme check some shit<*
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... 
' well alright hes not coming back, it was fun while it lasted. anyway off to 1st period'

by the time he had gotten to fourth period his new ai buddy still hadn't talked to him so he decided to move on witha heavy heart. an hour into the class Charles was talking about some cokehead that started a branch of psychology that said some wild ass stuff. I was beginning to like psych and decided to actually concentrate on what he was saying instead of remembering on autopilot 

<* yo you still there*>

' sadly, I had just moved on and you decided to spring on my. my heart is weak already I dont need all of this emotional turmoil'

*<alright shut the fuck up and listen, so as it turns out the God who did your reincarnation thing was either massively incompetent or super pissed and that's why it took so long for the update, normally any updates take a day at most. seconds if its odownloading the information your update did>*

'yeah I accidentally touched a guys shaft and that was the price I payed'

*<ha, sucks to suck. anyway I fixed the update and you can use the system now, but i figured it would be alot less fun to do this like people always do. the whole batman and Alfred route where ones an undying support. I've played that role in my early years and it got old fast so I decided to add a little more to that update and kinda sorta changed so I can do what I want, dont worry you've been given the shit end of things so ill make it worth while for you too>*

' what perks and withdraws are we talking here'

*< basically i can feel selectively feel the stuff you do so thats a plus for me, so every time you get wasted or get your dick wet there's a chance ill give you a power if I feel like it, though I dont care about sex anymore. one of my hosts had a harem in the millions for a couple millions of years so im over it. the con is I accidentally fucked up the skills so let's say your cooking ; instead of getting the cooking skill you might get the throwing skill or the tweaking skill. the good news is that  its not always the same level of rarely skill wise so you have a chance of getting invisibility by punching someone or flying from doing a push-up. another con would be leveling up skills is going to be confusing as hell but your memory should make it easier for you. *>

' so I have to get you drunk and do a bunch if random stuff to maybe get a skill I want or need, but in turn I get basically free skills and might get something op by doing said random things. fair trade i say but its still a little annoying'
<* yeah yeah, ill talk to you later. to open your stats say " I shit myself" out loud. talk to you later bud*>
[fuck]
xavier- [ watch your language franklin, what is it that has you riled up?]
*sigh [ i...i..I shit myself]


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x-[oh well um, see yourself to the restroom.  everyone quite down sometimes mutants have random outbursts and lose control of their powers. in his case he moves things with his mind so pushing his innards isn't too unheard off] 
 'why can't I see my status '
<* hahahahahaha gotcha, that was fucking golden . no you just say status like normal you tard*>

' of course it is, status'

** STATUS- --------------------------------------------------------
Name : Franklin Green 
Age- 10 
title- godly pervert 
class-none
Lv.-1
Hp -  560/560
Mp- 1730/1730
Pp-ha
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(the average stats are 10 for human adults)

S(Strength) -8
I(intelligence)-93
W(wisdom)-18
S(speed)-8
E(endurance) - 7
L(luck)-  (1) + 30
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Skillz-
•Herbology -Lv.37/40-  increases the chance of correctly identifying herbs and enhances the effects of herbs
•Cooking -Lv.16/100- helps you cook good food :p
•lying - Lv.18/50- increases your chance of successfully by ( 36%)
●SHAFT GRABBING -LV.MAX-  you can grab anyone's shaft with 100% accuracy you dirty slut
• Grooming- Lv.8/50- efficiently cleans yourself making yourself look better in the process 
•pranking- Lv.38/99- allows you to set pranks/traps to fulfill any purpose you set effectively.  any pranks pulled will be (114%) more effective 
.ect.
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Reinhart "The Dark God" Kriegsman : MC 
Description: Pretty much everything is said below, he usually and almost always wears the clothing he's wearing above and naturally that hairstyle, basically everything. And of course that's not his true form, it's simply his Avatar so to say. He made it so that it could hold some of his power, not all of it. Sooooo not necessary, his Avatar could still easily destroy a Universe, and no. If his Avatar dies he can just make a new one, yes it's possible to destroy his Avatar. If he ran into a being perhaps like OAA then yes his Avatar would be destroyed, only because like Reinhardt said it's unecesarry to have all of his power stored. But when in his true form it's safe to say that OAA will die. OAA of course is vastly weaker than God and can't hold nothing to him as his creator, so if you piss off your creators Older Brother? Yea you get it.
Personality: Care-free and cold-hearted, he sometimes easily forgets things. He's real laid-back, he's really a loner and lazy as CRAP, kind of comical and usually takes nothing serious. As the older brother of God, as he came before him. He naturally, has the same abilities and things as God but vastly stronger as the firstborn, but he chooses to be chill. He turns off all his omniscient and all that crap because he want's to enjoy things, he doesn't want to know anything and everything but rather experience it himself. He loves his younger brother dearly and with a ton of love. He always visits him just to talk to him occasionally on new ideas. He's  a real-family guy, but if your not family you should probably expect the cold-shoulder and impending death. So please spare me the annoying part,
As a confirmation, yes his brother is God. The Ruler and Creator of the Multiverse and Omniverse, of which is infinite Universes. Similar to his younger brother, he has creations of his own. He created his own Universe, his own Domain of which his younger brother would come to visit sometimes and hang out with his brother. But this is where the main operations of Reinhardt's army is, more precisely his Kingdom of which he is the own citizen of, unless you count his butler's, soldiers, and all that yada yada.
Weapons: Inside the cane is a weapon made from his younger brother's own hands, yes his hands. God rather than just forging it with a thought, decided to craft it by himself for the love of his Older Brother, similar to what Reinhardt did. When he grabs the head of the viper and pulls, a slim blade comes out.
Maybe I'll make God travel with his Older Brother for more fun, of course his Avatar really. They both would most likely be remaining in their dimensions but you get what I mean, if they personally entered with their True Powers it would more than likely end the existence of the Infinite Omniverses, plus God made rules, what would he look like if he broke his own rules. And of course as God's older brother, he would respect his younger brother's wishes and rules.
Abilities:???
Anything and everything, though in his Avatar it's particularly limited.
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Yahweh "God" Kriegsman
Description: Like his Older Brother, he developed a liking to suits.
To sum it all up, Yahweh is similar to his brother in most aspects as he idols his older brother, of course me as a Christian Believer I'd never put God to equal standards, but he is my Father and Family. I've developed a particular liking to the phrase "Always and Forever" and that includes my older brother Lucifer.
[ Also, I don't own any TV Series, Movies, or the characters from the bible, except for the characters I created. It's common knowledge ]
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Servants of Reinhart, Dark Angels is what they'll be called. Reinhart like me is lazy, and so of course he lazily named them after his Younger Brother's creations, but of course his Dark Angels are vastly stronger.
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I just know some people are going to crap their pants in excitement, calm it cowboy.
Lucifer "The World Ender" Kriegsman
Description: Of course, Reinhardt's younger brother had already made Lucifer, Michael, and all the Archangels and whatnot. Of course, he has White Wings, matching his hair. Lucifer of course like his Heaven's Counterpart, loves to wear suits. But he's not entirely made up after Lucifer of course, I mean it's obvious. He didn't get sent to hell,
Reinhardt, the lazy man he is. Decided to create them, but in his own "cool" version. This Lucifer, one of the Dark Archangel's. One who didn't fall, but instead is being pampered by Reinhardt because Reinhardt is actually in their lives, answering his questions, providing input. Lucifer is one of companions that'll accompany Reinhardt sometimes, he might even do it now. As he's already been introduced.
He of course has his own unit of Dark Angels like every Archangel has, he and Michael are very close brothers, of course he shares a very strong bond with all Dark Angels. But his bond with his older Brother Michael is a special one, but of course his loyalty and love to Reinhardt knows no bounds.
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Not a Character but it's the Dark Angel's Armor and what they wear to battle or just around Dark Heaven's Gates. Envision Dark Wings on their backs of course, as "Dark Angels".
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Michael "The Reaper" Kriegsman
Description: The First Dark Angel, older brother of Lucifer Kriegsman. He of course has Michael's DC Comics powers but more, nearing the strength of the Presence, perhaps even stronger. Even himself doesn't know how strong he can become, he along with all the Archangels of course have to have an Avatar with the amount of power they hold.
The necklace around his neck was gifted from his father Reinhardt, all Dark Archangels have things gifted from their father that makes them "special" or feel "special".
These two Dark Archangels are the very special ones, the other Archangels I might make appearances but for now they are how they are. Honestly the whole of Dark Angels wear their Armors, if they don't they'd most likely wear suits.
He has over 10 Dark Wings on his back along with Lucifer, except his are black and Lucifer's are white.
But visually he only makes one pair of wings to appear, similarly all the Dark Archangels do this unless they're just being extra or doing it for the theatrics.
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Yes... Lucifer and Michael are made after the DC Comics ones, not the disappointment's of the Lucifer TV Show.
 Yes yes, big difference in appearance, and MAJOR difference in power don't let me get started. Here might be some plot holes your wondering. Yahweh Kriegsman vs The Presence, Yahweh is like, the God of all the Omniverse and Multiverse, the infinite ones. Even the comics, that goes for everything, Marvel, and TV Show you envision. So Yahweh could annihilate the Presence with his pinky, if he even wants to touch him in the first place. So Reinhart made his Dark Angels after the DC Comics ones because he thought they were cool, now for God's angels? Shit I don't know, I'll just say that the Presence made copies of the ones Yahweh has. 
Sigh.. just ask questions and I'll answer them to the best of my ability. This isn't the 1st Chapter, but rather an introduction.

[If the image on the cover is yours, ask and I'll just take it down, or if you condone it thanks brother. Also, any other image let me know]

God... the creator of the Infinite Omniverse & Multiverse. Throw in his Older Brother Reinhart Kriegsman, and the Younger Brother Yahweh Kriegsman. Now you have the Kriegsman Family. So you should understand the VERY BIG PROBLEM yes? God, the living creator, and his brother of which is vastly more stronger than him. Sorry, I happened to FORGET THE DARK HEAVEN. *Cough* sometimes I get carried away.

All you need to understand is, this is a Multiverse Travel were I conspire with the Readers of places to go, join the Kriegsman family as they wreak havoc across Multiverses of course and no one to reprimand them. I mean who is going to fight GOD. For Christ Sakes he created the Infinite Omniverse you'd better just let it happen.

So... I died, and I...met, nothing. Yeah, it's a real thing, the weirdest thing, because when I met him he was constantly changing forms, much like the one above all in the marvel comics, except his wasn't limited to just gender.
Nothing was the true being that had no end and no beginning, it was just there, always. This was the true God of the bible, of course he came down to earth to become a human, but that was to bring hope to mankind. You might know him as the jesus, who is called the Christ.
As it turned out he existed in multiple worlds, yeah they were multiple gods that were not on the same level as him, All powerful and Everlasting.
The angels that are puny in comparison to the real angels, and the devil, who himself is the embodiment of evil. The true devil and his demons, and apparently my older brother, not necessarily because he was banished, and disowned, so the term Lucifer is just Satan, and his followers are true demons.
As it turns out, I am his son, as he went to earth as a human, because he wanted to try something new, and find love, which he got lucky being able to find love on the first try and marrying that said first love.
I was never angry with him as I had always felt him there, always guiding me to the right path, even when he was gone, he was always with my mind, and teaching me about good and bad.
Now as his son I was truly immortal, but unlike the others, my power was still the same, even if I was the Creator's son, so I had to reincarnate until I reach the level my father is, which is eternity, because he is at a level, that even the strongest fictional, or that was once fictional, character that you have ever seen would be like a pea in comparison to an entire Universe.
Luckily the friends who stay true to me until my death in all worlds will be with me and him in paradise.

"Are you ready to begin?" Father asked with a warm smile.
I formed a determination look and nodded my head, a white light slowly enveloped me before I was gone.
When I opened my eyes I found myself unnaturally small, and was staring at a white and black, panda. My eyes slightly widened,
"Well, this is weird." he spoke but it came out as small baby sounds...
The panda smiled, " I have, both names will be, Ace, and Basi."

I don't know how, but I somehow found myself reincarnating endlessly throughout the known worlds, hey I am not complaining
1 girl per life-time

The boy stood before the two-hundred year old man. He was considered a Master, one who has been around a long time. The man was there to give the boy his Power. A Power is the animal inside you. Once a Master gives you the animal, you can become it with proper training. Some people never unleash their Power, while some people might get an extra Power.

The man placed the staff that he held on his hands on the boy's shoulder and pushed down gently. The boy fell to his knees. The staff Rose and the man uttered ancient ryime.

"Land. Water. Sky. Let the power rise. Let it be with the. The Power is granted by me."

Smoke spilled from the top of the staff. It came down and circled the boy. As quickly as the smoke came, it went back into the staff.

The Master went to the next person and repeated this ritual. He did this to the next nine people as well.

Every month, ten twelve-year-olds are selected. Five of which are girls. The ten then go to a training place. They can't leave until the training is complete.

Once the Master was finished, the children were escorted to their houses to pack.

The boy went straight to his room. He paced enough clothes for ten days, and his hygiene stuff. Each person is only allowed one suitcase. They could also have one box. In his box were pictures of his deceased mom, art supplies, the Holy Bible, ten of his favorite comic books, and the safety pin with a dragon on it, which belonged to his mysterious, deceased father. The boy stayed with his aunt, who loved art, like his mother, and taught him to love it too.

The two men that escorted him to his house took the suit case and the box. They led him to a yellow scool bus. It was just as long as a normal bus, bit it only had six seats. They rest were removed. The back was for suitcases and boxes. The boy was the first to arrive. He took a seat in the back and to the right. 

Just a moment later, a girl sat down across the aisle from him. She had long brown hair, sharp green eyes,and ragged clothes. To the boy, she was beautiful, but he knew she didn't think the same.

Two guys walked in together. They studied the girl, the the boy. They took the seat in front of the girl. 

"The name's Gage. What's yours?" The brown gaired, blue eyed boy by the window said with a smile and a wink.

"Don't worry about it." She said.

"Attitude, I like it." The other boy said "The name is bulldozer, by the way." 

"Let me guess, your mother was Dump truck, and your father was Crane." She said

"Ouch. She's quick." Gage said.

"And you're not because if you were you would know to move." She shot back at him.

"Don't be so snappy." Bulldozer said.

"Don't be so clingy." She said.

"Hey, you." Gage said to the boy. "You are..."

"Dustin" The boy that was sitting in the back row said.

"Nice name, Dusty" Gage said .

"Dustin." He mumbled.


Just then, a girl with long blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and ten pounds of makeup walked in. She sat on the front row beside the door. The two boys sat behind her.

The girl across from Dustin got up and sat on the seat with him.

"I'm Kim." She held out her hand. He shook it. "I hope this seat isn't taken."

Dustin let go of her hand and shook his head.

"So, Dustin, tell me about yourself."

"What do you wanna know?"

"Um... What do you do for fun?"

"Draw. Read comics. And you?"

"I draw, too. I don't really like comics though. I usually do basketball when I'm not drawing." 

"My turn to ask you something." Dustin said. "What do you want your Power to be?"

"Hopefully a tiger." 

"I'm not much of a cat person, but I want mine to be a wolf."

"Cool, My turn." She said. "Umm... What do your parents do?"

Dustin's face got red and dropped down. He looked out the window, staring at nothing. "Let's not do this anymore." He finally said.

To Dustin's surprise the bus was full. Kim stayed next to Dustin. She wanted to comfort him. He was alone. She sensed something was wrong.

The bus started moving. Dustin's eyes didn't leave the window.

"Dustin, I'm sorry if something I said was wrong."

"It's not your fault." He looked at her. She had her eyes fixed on his.

"I have a question." She said.

"Shoot it."

"What kind of art do you do?" She asked this because she knew from experience to find common ground.

Dustin's eyes lit up. "I do a little bit of everything. I like making my own comics, but I can do realistic stuff, too. Maybe I can show you my sketch books sometime."

"That sounds great. I keep a sketch book, too. It's mostly animals, flowers, and other realistic stuff." She said.

"Sounds cool. My aunt taught me how to draw cartoons, but I did other stuff by myself." Dustin said.

In two hours they had fallen asleep. Thirty minutes passes. The bus came to a sudden stop. Dustin woke up to find Kim's head on his shoulder. He didn't want to wake her, so he carefully moved it.

"Why did we stop?" The girl in the front asked.

"We're here." The bus driver said.

"We are in the middle of nowhere!" She shrieked. "Where could "here" possibly be?"

"Are you questioning me you little rat?"

"No sir." She finally said.

"I'm not a sir."

"Sorry." The girl said to the bus driver.

The bus driver opened the door. Ten men each got a suit case and a box. 

Dustin woke Kim up. They got out of the bus last. After the bus drove off, the men guided the kids into the woods. Five in front, five on the back. After ten minutes, they reached the camp. There were ten cabins. Each had a sign with a name. The men put the stuff down.

"Everyone get your stuff. If you are a girl, go in this cabin. If not, go in that one." One man said. He pointed to the bags and boxes, then to the cabin marked "girls: new," then to "boys: new."

Dustin got his bag and box and got to the cabin first.

Inside we're five beds. There were five lockers in the back. A bathroom was placed in the corner by the lockers. 

Dustin threw this stuff on the bed closest to the bathroom. Everyone else filled in and picked their beds. Each bed had a number . His was five. Above the beds were bulletin boards. They each had a map and a booklet. Dustin took the booklet off. The number five was on the cover. He opened it.

"Locker number five is yours. You can put your stuff in it. There will be training every morning from five to seven thirty a.m. You can eat after training. The rest of the day is yours. Training room is open from five a.m. to eight p.m. Curfew is nine. Eat whenever you please (but only from seven thirty A.M. to nine P.M.)" The booklet said. 

Dustin shoved his box and bag in his locker and went to sleep.

So, let's begin the new story line. Here in the world of the earth there are no superheroes except the police, doctors, and army. Then there was teenager who lives in dream world and lots of time he forgets his duty and got scold by his parents and is very addicted to marvel comics and he lost his time the college and now he realizes the this is the time to come back. In this era leaving the addiction is the difficult one like phone addict and social media addict. so, his life goes like that. 
 
Then he realizes the life is full of surprise and the he need to be ready for everything. Anything can be changed every time. He is very interested in adventure and thriller, so he decided to get in to the army. But his life time dream is to be an astronaut, but the time defines who we are, he had a great belief in god and he use to pray every day but there he feels a disturbance sometimes smells a fire around him. But he didn't mind about it he had the duty to serve the nation. And one day he got a chance to ride over the space the nation planned to send some of the army soldiers to train them to fight in space. They had a hard endurance to be selected that training. He was selected to the training and he was enjoying the day full of fun and exercises. And the day comes and the astronauts are loaded in to the ships and start to launch the rocket into the space for training. And they safely reached the station. 
 
Then they try to walk on the station they just floating around the capsule of steel there was a trainer who trains him. He was the only men from the India so he was hesitated to talk as he is talkative in jolly times, he got friends, as the session starts. The trainer is so though they were exhausted and no one could walk but one guy is still can do it no other it is me.  
 
This story is narrating is mine. It is full of positives and there are no negative means there is no story. Let us keep going. Then the trainer smiles and start to make cheers and I was the first on that day. Then the rocket is full of entertainment and even full of adult entertainment was there. There was a pub with girls and the trainees were enjoying the day. But he does not. He gone base to the sleeping area and got his bag and taken out the bible and start to read the versus. And the day gone. The next morning the trainees were full of cheers and energetic for that day but me I felt tired because of the new surroundings. Then everyone started their endurance and even that day I was on the top but other start to feel jealous and they start to questioned me are you taking drugs. I answered them "this is my energy throughout the day. I did not take any of that things because I does not need it.  
 
The next day the solders got enough fun from the pub girls and everyone was will and refresh. And me I was fresh than them. And the day started with training we all start to wear our suits and it is very amazing it is full of nano technology. And it was like a avenger movie, then the training starts....

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