The first Sunday

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 04:37:24 GMT

I thought today was an interesting way to start the day. I woke up early to get ready for Church, but I finished getting ready about an hour before we had to leave. I therefore sat down and played some Painkiller on my xbox, a game where the whole story is you kill demons and kill Satan and his four generals to prevent their war on Heaven.

All good fun by itself. But even better is while I'm running through the war-torn streets of Stalingrad with my rocket launcher/chain-gun, Melissa wheels my Grandma in. Grandma always asks questions about my games and makes comments about my games. Since Stalingrad is a war zone, there were lots of buildings on fire, and just lots of fires in general. And of course lots of demons for me to shoot. I walked up to this one building on fire, with some demons coming at me through the flames, and my Grandma asks "who is that you're killing, it looks like they're trying to set their house on fire". I didn't say it, I wish I had, but all I could think of in response was "they're, they're demons, Grandma."

It's great because my Grandma is one of those sweet old ladies in a wheelchair. She has memory problems, and sometimes will ask the same thing again and again, or mistake my mom or my aunt for someone completely different. So just hanging out killing demons with my Grandma, with her making comments to my mom like "ooh, Chris just blew him to kingdom come!" and then asking me who exactly it is I'm killing, there was something great about the thought of explaining to my Catholic Grandma I'm blowing up demons.

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The first Sunday