Mr. Radford was on the phone, leaning over the counter. "Hello, Eerie Post? Yes, it's me again. Radford..right. Well, I got another item I need put in the Classified ads. Ok, it's an old trumpet. Special. Don't know what it is exactly, but it was owned by Gabriel. Sorry, no last name. Yeah, Gabriel's
trumpet." He laughed. "Really, it is. That's what the monk told me, I'm just going by what I heard. Hey, I can make a gimmick here..yes! Let's see. Earthquakes, lightning, divine wrath, destruction of cities, chaos..and anything else you can think of. I'm just making it up as I go along. Like a joke, right? Okay. The price..about $75, that might be fair enough. Alrighty, just charge it to my Visa, it's in your records. sure, thanks. Bye-bye." He hung up.
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Dash was running outside, then stopped, heaving to catch his breath. Looking around, he saw a young girl in a white business suit walking on the sidewalk.
She was stapling papers to telephone poles, probably advertisements or something.
Dash had heard a few things about these people, but not much. Apparently, they were very zealous church people, they followed a separate denomination that no one had heard of. Very mysterious, very little was
known of what they believe, just that they strongly respect a light-bearing angel. Who this angel was, he didn't know. Dash only heard key words like "the Light", "next God", and "our savior". They had been in Eerie for a few months, almost as long as he had been here. For some strange reason, he thought of those people as another cult.
The lady walked by, smiling. "Hello, sir. Bless the Light of Heaven, he saves us all." She continued walking past him.
Dash walked up to one one the poles and looked at one of the papers. "Ok, let's see what these psychos want.." He read it.
It showed a drawing of a man on a cloud, he had a bright robe, with long shiny hair. His arms were spread out, as if expecting an embrace. The words under him read:
"All who wish to be blessed by our savior, join the 'Light of Heaven', for he alone is worthy of our worship. Be counted worthy of service to the whited sepulcher, join us on Sunday Mornings at the Church of The Light, located on the outskirts of town, near the Eerie Main Library. The way of the Light is pure. Be purified when you hear our message. Come and be
blessed. Our lord has a message for mankind, he who has ears..let them hear. We accept any individual, outside appearance matters not. Signed, Disciples of The Light."
Below it was a website address and a stick drawing, sort of like an ancient symbol. A 'Y' with wing-like lines going down at the top.
Dash shook his head. "Fuck, this is just too weird." He grabbed the paper and crumpled it up, then threw it into a trash can nearby. He then made his way to the World of Stuff shop.
trumpet." He laughed. "Really, it is. That's what the monk told me, I'm just going by what I heard. Hey, I can make a gimmick here..yes! Let's see. Earthquakes, lightning, divine wrath, destruction of cities, chaos..and anything else you can think of. I'm just making it up as I go along. Like a joke, right? Okay. The price..about $75, that might be fair enough. Alrighty, just charge it to my Visa, it's in your records. sure, thanks. Bye-bye." He hung up.
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Dash was running outside, then stopped, heaving to catch his breath. Looking around, he saw a young girl in a white business suit walking on the sidewalk.
She was stapling papers to telephone poles, probably advertisements or something.
Dash had heard a few things about these people, but not much. Apparently, they were very zealous church people, they followed a separate denomination that no one had heard of. Very mysterious, very little was
known of what they believe, just that they strongly respect a light-bearing angel. Who this angel was, he didn't know. Dash only heard key words like "the Light", "next God", and "our savior". They had been in Eerie for a few months, almost as long as he had been here. For some strange reason, he thought of those people as another cult.
The lady walked by, smiling. "Hello, sir. Bless the Light of Heaven, he saves us all." She continued walking past him.
Dash walked up to one one the poles and looked at one of the papers. "Ok, let's see what these psychos want.." He read it.
It showed a drawing of a man on a cloud, he had a bright robe, with long shiny hair. His arms were spread out, as if expecting an embrace. The words under him read:
"All who wish to be blessed by our savior, join the 'Light of Heaven', for he alone is worthy of our worship. Be counted worthy of service to the whited sepulcher, join us on Sunday Mornings at the Church of The Light, located on the outskirts of town, near the Eerie Main Library. The way of the Light is pure. Be purified when you hear our message. Come and be
blessed. Our lord has a message for mankind, he who has ears..let them hear. We accept any individual, outside appearance matters not. Signed, Disciples of The Light."
Below it was a website address and a stick drawing, sort of like an ancient symbol. A 'Y' with wing-like lines going down at the top.
Dash shook his head. "Fuck, this is just too weird." He grabbed the paper and crumpled it up, then threw it into a trash can nearby. He then made his way to the World of Stuff shop.