You know, religion is a lot like a penis. It's ok to have one, You can be proud of it, but please don't wave it around in public.

What satanic stuff are you talking about? Death is a part of life. Rituals are a part of every religion. Horns?? Try harder. The third eye? So Hinduism is akin to satanism now. And speaking of satanists, you worship Jesus, a PERSON. You have idols of a PERSON. It's quite a tricky way to make you break one of the 7 universal laws.

A lot of it is sacred geometry. Satan or what is considered evil are using your symbols of creation and power against you. Every Living thing has the ability of a 3rd eye. You may be in an early stage of awakening and its easy to get caught up in trickery. I can guide u in the right direction. YouTube channel: da13thsun. If u r treuly an orignal being you will innerstand the message.

Writing things like this is further proving your point. Instead of talking about all the bad things, talk about things that made your day or something not related to "satan", else you play into his hands.

The Third Eye is a sign of spiritual awareness, and had nothing to do with Satan when it was created.

What is this all about?

A herd of cows would like to speak with you about the horns and brands.

Please, tell me more.

I was interested in reading your reasons and supporting evidence of why you believe this, but you didn't even include any. Typical religious argument.

Do you even English bruh?

Satanic... Really? Dude.... [b][u]It's just a game.[/b][/u] Push your religious beliefs elsewhere, I could think of several titles that would be considered much more 'satanic' than Destiny. Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Diablo to name just a few... Stop reading too much into things. It's just a game, get real and grow up.

the lord Shiva has a third eye and this stuff is way older than satan I believe?

Sorry bud, you're just seeing what you want to see.

I heard a tinfoil hat will protect you.

You are the light striking down evil not worshiping it. You were risen to restore hope. If anything I would think this is a christian backed game. We are fighting the "Fallen" "Hive" and "Vex" which are all ritualistically evil. Get a better argument. Do you even Bible dude?

[quote] You need a better reason to put me down[/quote] You're clearly a christian fundamentalist, an idiot and a headcase? Seriously man, by your standards there's probably satanic imagery on a f-king cereal box. I could grow a whole vegetable garden with the manure you're spouting.

AD MAJOREM SATHANAE GLORIAM! PLAY DESTINY. WORSHIP SATAN. LUCIFERI MAIESTAS AETERNA EST! Lord Lucifer is the Lightbringer. Guardians are warriors of the light. Murder aliens. Hail Satan.

Man, this forum and some of its players get more, and more funnier with each passing day. If this is what you truly believe well then... You sir, should not be playing video games at all. Please put the controller down, and step away from the console. Now go put on a shirt and tie, and hit the streets as a bible salesman. If you ask me though, I think you're full of *ship* and just looking for some lame attention here on the forums? SMH!

It started out as a joke. My friends had joked about it - even egged each other on to try it. We all laughed at the concept. -blam!-ing a bowl of cheerios? The mere idea sent shivers down my spine. The initial roughness in texture. The cold milk shrinking my erect PENIS. "What joy could there be in that?" I thought to myself. After a few weeks nobody brought it up anymore. We'd moved on to different jokes and catch phrases as most groups do. They weren't as funny, but they definitely weren't as weird. We did the usual things and Friday was drinking day. By 2:00 am all four of us were plastered. Jake let out a long sigh after pounding another shot of SoCo and Kevin was loudly snoring on the couch. After a twenty minutes or so it was just Steve and I alone left finishing off our remaining beers. "Dude hold on," Steve smiled. "What's up man?" I said in my drunken stupor. Steve sloshed his way over to his refridgerator and removed a gleaming white bowl from the fridge. I instantly knew what it was. "What the shit -blam!- is that Steve?" I asked "-blam!-in Cheerios man. You should -blam!- them!" He seemed excited. "Dude it was just a joke. Don't tell me you…" I was cut off. "Naw dude I didn't -blam!- no cheerios. But I will bet you $50 you won't do it." I had my excuse. "Fine -blam!-er I'll do it." I was becoming erect already. "How will I know you did it, huh?" I froze up. My erection started to die. "Is this some elaborate ploy for you to see my -blam!-ing dick, bro?" I shouted, nearly waking our sleeping companions. "Nah dude I just don't want any -blam!-ing cheating, man. I got $50 on this shit." "Fine, I'll do it with my back to you and just stick my dick out through my fly." I was erect again. We both went silent. I carefully walked to the corner of the room and looked down upon the soggy mash of Cheerios awaiting my erect cock. They were Honey Nut. Without waiting I plunged my eager tool deep into the bowl. The milk washed upon my swollen testicles as they dipped into the soft contents of the bowl. I thrusted gently and realized how the cheerios seemed to react to the shape of my member. The bowl was deeper than I expected. I heard crys of laughter coming from Steve but I kept going. I wave of white anticipation struck me as my PENIS grew stiffer and my balls rumbled with an all to familiar feeling. I came. I came into that honey nut flavored bowl of beaten cheerios. My semen mixed flawlessy into the color of the bowl. My knees went weak. My breathing hastened. "I -blam!-ing love cheerios," I said with a smile. Three days had past since my first cheerio-man encounter. I had since then started experimenting with different things. I tried chocolate milk, but it the whole experience just felt… interracial. I tried adding sugar as well but the clean up became a hassle. Finally I settled on bananas. They were the missing part of the equation. The cheerio inspired orgasms had doubled in strength, but my roommates were growing suspicious. I had never ate cheerios in the two years we'd lived together and now I was going through a box per day. And nobody had ever seen me eat a bowl. I knew I had to be careful. I called Steve to to joke about it a few days after it had happened and he didn't remember. I lost $50 but gained an experience that can only be equated with touching God. It was a fair trade. With Steve out of the way I felt a little more relaxed. "But not as relaxed as I could be," I whispered quietly to myself. A grin formed on my face as I slowly exited my room and made my way down the stairs. Only my roommate Lynn was home. She was gorgeous, but I had no time for girls. I had cheerios. I carefully poured the bowl of cheerios into the deepest bowl I could find. I delicately sliced one whole banana and placed it meticulously around the bowl. "This is going to be a great night," I thought. I snuck outside to let the cheerios moisten, my PENIS throbbing in anticipation. My mouth moist as if the cheerios had some Pavlovian effect on me. I snuck inside quickly and plunged my cock straight into their cool, soft innards. I thrust my head back in pleasure as the banana slices gently caressed the sides of my swollen prick. It had been only a few minutes, but showers of cum sprang from my PENIS mixing into the milky broth. A quiet whisper escaped my lips. I began to cleanup and headed to the sink to wash the dish when I heard it. "What are you doing?" My roommate Lynn stood there barely awake. "I uh just having a bowl of cheerios," I smiled. "I'm -blam!-ing hungry and you keep eating them. Now I'm craving em. Hand em over." I was erect again. She eagerly filled her mouth with my magic potion of cheerios, banana's, and semen infused milk. "God this is good. No wonder you like it so much," She said as little streams of milk poured down her chin. "Heh, you're getting it all over yourself," I said. "Oh, I'll get it," She licked her chops in a way that made gave my rod a new precum finish. "This is so much better than usual - what did you add?" "Se-se-se-seenamon," I sputtered. "It doesn't taste like cinnamon, but it does taste really familiar," I always knew she was a slut. She looked as if she winked at me, but I played it off as if my eyes were playing tricks on me. She sloppily finished off the bowl and hopped up on counter. She put the bowl in the sink and placed her hands next to her. "I always knew you were a Cheerio -blam!-er," This time she definately winked at me.

This is the single most retard post I have ever seen in here, ever. Congratulations.

Yep same shit they always say, they did the same with Pokemon and 10+yrs later it still goiing.

First if all everything you said is bullshit There is no satan And satanism is a made up religion ( like them all) And its the bad guys that have that symbolism and you are fighting them There is more of that symbolism in the bible And horns! Many animals have horns. Are bulls evil now And death? Moses commited mass genocide in the name of your god And that god killed all but a few people on earth according to that compilation of ancient religions you call a bible