Hell, it wasn't all that tough. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John between all four of them never massed enough credits
to graduate from even Gomorrah City College. As for me, well, I have, and then some.
Okay, but why would I do such a thing? I ask you, why not? Important subject, don't you think? Look, if 7,513 horny,
middle-aged lady scribblers can make a living writing cotton candy porn and calling it romance literature, there ought
to be room on the mighty amazon.com for one more stinking tome about how we came to be us and the meaning of everything.
Brace yourself. Do a few mentals. Pretend you're Moebius'classic anti-hero John D. Fool,
Class B Detective, gulp a shot of ouski and get ready to meet your goddess.
Grab your rosary, spin your prayer wheel and see if you can still levitate. Oops, heaven...
no, hell...wait, maybe you should set a spell...hug your teddy, grab your jewels, this here's no place
for weak-kneed fools...that's right, son...you're in the biblical zone.
See the book video on YouTube: "Rogue Pirate's Bible Heretical Advance Promo"
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