Jack Chick -- a vent

[whatevergirl]

Rebecca Brown, hmmm…her name seems familiar.

 

[Lost_Wanderer]

Right on. Hey you just gave me a moral theme for my response to Dark Dungeons! (I’ve been slowly crafting a short story that mocks it and idiots like Schnoebelen )

On a lighter note, Final Fantasy is actually the Japanese counterpart of WoW (and the whole Azeroth lore in general). It’s actually a series of games and they’re all single player (with Final Fantasy XI being the only online one). The ones with the biggest fanbases however are VII, VIII, and X.

Oh and you’re 100% on the mark about how Jack and his minions are hopelessly ignorant about youth culture. Sure a lot of people my age do some stupid things but the way fundamentalists like him try to blame it on the most irrelevant things using the most outrageous reasoning is beyond my comprehension!

 

[Della]

People who know better hand out Chick lit, JW pamphlets and Christian Science mags because they’re eye-catching. Chick’s slogan is “Chick tracts get read!” What we need is to produce something even more eye-catching, and true instead of full of nonsense.

Parishes used to hand out holy cards with a picture of a saint and a brief prayer on them, but most parishes I know of don’t do that or encourage doing it. Holy cards used to be the hottest thing in evangelization when they were first put out, now they’re considered old fashioned and stuffy.

Isn’t that sad–that some feel the need to shock people into considering faith in God instead of appealing to their higher instincts? But, holiness is so far off the radar in our society that anyone who tries to go by their higher instincts, their better nature, is laughed to scorn ala Saturday Night Live. We’re going the way of ancient Rome as it slid into hedonism. We need a revival, all right, but we don’t need Chick to lead the way, as I’m sure you agree.

 

[strngrnrth]

Parishes used to hand out holy cards with a picture of a saint and a brief prayer on them, but most parishes I know of don’t do that or encourage doing it. Holy cards used to be the hottest thing in evangelization when they were first put out, now they’re considered old fashioned and stuffy.

Isn’t that sad–that some feel the need to shock people into considering faith in God instead of appealing to their higher instincts? But, holiness is so far off the radar in our society that anyone who tries to go by their higher instincts, their better nature, is laughed to scorn ala Saturday Night Live. We’re going the way of ancient Rome as it slid into hedonism. We need a revival, all right, but we don’t need Chick to lead the way, as I’m sure you agree.

You got that right.
I have a lot of holy cards.

 

[Lost_Wanderer]

But, holiness is so far off the radar in our society that anyone who tries to go by their higher instincts, their better nature, is laughed to scorn ala Saturday Night Live. We’re going the way of ancient Rome as it slid into hedonism. We need a revival, all right, but we don’t need Chick to lead the way, as I’m sure you agree.

I think the subtle approach had long become the only effective way to evangelize imo. If modern culture has become so quick to cover people’s ears to Christianity then we have to find ways to sneak them in unsuspectingly. Chick and his cult however just blast away in every single one of their stupid tracts that people throw them out just after reading the first three pages.

 

[Della]

I think the subtle approach had long become the only effective way to evangelize imo. If modern culture has become so quick to cover people’s ears to Christianity then we have to find ways to sneak them in unsuspectingly. Chick and his cult however just blast away in every single one of their stupid tracts that people throw them out just after reading the first three pages.

I agree. It’s like C. S. Lewis creating fantasy stories to evangelize/catechize young people. He called it “getting past watchful dragons”–those things that smack of religiosity and so are turn-offs to many people–to see Christ and Christianity with fresh eyes. That was G. K. Chesterton’s thought before him, which is why he wrote the Father Brown Mysteries and other stories, which delight readers while imparting Christian thought and values to them. Chick could learn a thing or two from them.

 

[Filius99993]

Chick could learn a thing or two from them.

Could, but won’t. He has a lot of crazy ideas, but very little imagination going on in there.

 

[Lost_Wanderer]

youtube.com/watch?v=YNzL8ZnK6Rw

*Narrator: Dungeons and Dragons. Satan’s game. Your children, like it or not, are attracted in their weaker years to the occult, and a game like D&D fuels their imagination and makes them feel special, while drawing them deeper and deeper into the bowels of El Diablo! This afternoon, the Dead Alewives’ Watchtower invites you to sit in on an actual gaming session. Observe the previously unobservable as a hidden camera takes you to the Inner Sanctum of Dungeons and Dragons.

DM: Golstaff, you have entered the door to the north. You are now by yourself, standing in a dark room. The pungent stench of mildew emanates from the wet dungeon walls.

Cheeto: Where are the Cheetos?

DM: They’re right next to you.

Golstaff: I cast a spell.

Cheeto: Where’s the Mountain Dew?

DM: In the fridge, duh!

Golstaff: I wanna cast a spell!

Cheeto: Can I have a Mountain Dew?

DM: Yes, you can have a Mountain Dew, just go get it.

Golstaff: I can cast any of these, right? On the list?

DM: Yes, any, any of the first level ones.

Cheeto: I’m gonna get a soda; anyone want one? Hey, Graham, I’m not in the room, right?

DM: What room?

Golstaff: I wanna cast…Magic Missile.

Cheeto: The room where he’s casting all these spells from.

DM: He hasn’t cast anything yet.

Golstaff: I am though, if you’d listen. I’m casting…Magic Missile.

DM: Why are you casting Magic Missile? There’s nothing to attack here.

Golstaff: I…I’m attacking the darkness!

DM: Fine, fine, you attack the darkness. There’s an elf in front of you.

Elf: Whoah! That’s me, right?

DM: He wearing a brown tunic, and he has grey hair, and blue eyes…

Elf: No, I don’t, I have grey eyes.

DM: Let me see that sheet.

Elf: Well, it says I have…Well, it says here I have blue, but I decided I wanted grey eyes.

DM: Whatever. OK, you guys can talk to each other now, if you want.

Golstaff: Hello.

Elf: Hello.

Golstaff: I am Golstaff, Sorcerer of Light.

Elf: Then how come you had to cast Magic Missile?

DM: You…you guys are being attacked.

Cheeto: Do I see that happening?

DM: No, you’re outside, by the tavern.

Cheeto: Cool, I get drunk.

DM: There are seven ogres surrounding you.

Elf: How could they surround us? I had Mordenkainen’s Magical Watchdog cast.

DM: No, you didn’t.

Cheeto: I’m getting drunk. Are there any girls there?

Elf: I totally did! You asked me if I wanted any equipment before this adventure and I said No. But I need material components for all my spells. So I cast Mordenkainen’s Faithful Watchdog.

DM: But you never actually cast it.

Cheeto: Roll the dice to see if I’m getting drunk.

DM: (rolls dice) Yeah, you are.

Cheeto: Are there any girls there?

DM: Yeah.

Elf: I did though! I completely said when you asked me!

DM: No you didn’t! You didn’t actually SAY that you were casting the spell. So now there’s ogres. OK?!

Cheeto: Ogres! Man, I got an Ogre-Slaying knife! It’s got a plus 9 against ogres.

DM: You’re not there! You’re getting drunk!

Cheeto: OK, but if there’s any girls there, I wanna DO them!

Narrator: There you have it! A frightening look into America’s most frightening pastime. Remember that it’s not your children’s fault that they’re being drawn into a Satanic world of nightmare. It’s their gym teacher’s fault, for making them feel outcast, when they couldn’t do one single pullup.*

LOL!!
What a strange coincidence! This is very similar to my own story’s plot. (Only I’m using my own fictional mmorpg instead of DnD)