You have a seething rage against the christian faith. You don't believe in Satan but you make your new church into a mock satanist church with blasphemous details all over. A outright mockery of the church it was. The people who went here, who nearly kicked you to death and seething with rage to. You took a shit on the kitchen floor of God's house and you are not getting away with it. You stopped wearing clothes as soon as you finished decorating the place. You wander naked with a strap mounted shotgun, ready to kill any scum who dare enter your house. One rainy Sunday morning the men folk gather to take back the church by force. You are sleeping off a beer binge and farting in your sleep when the doors are kicked open. You go for your shotgun as they rush you. You only get one shot off and it misses, blowing off the right horn of your Satan statue. They take your gun and beat and kick you. Kick you into blackness. They kick you until they think you are dead. But again they have failed to do you in....