Getting left behind is a much more exciting prospect. Play the game to practice your slaying and praying in the post-apocalyptic world. Or read the popular series of novels. A glimpse into the Clancy-esque stylings of Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins: "It was the story of a lifetime, and Buck quickly appropriated a jeep and raced throughout the country, interviewing leaders, civilians, soldiers. Dotting the landscape for as far as he drove were hundreds and thousands of chunks of burning, twisted, molten steel that had smashed to the ground in Haifa, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, Jericho, even Bethlehem—leveling ancient walls but not so much as scratching one living creature." There's also a movie. And some insight into the makings of the movie magic: "Camels sell the look.... As a prop camels are great. You can move 'em around, you can stick 'em there, and you see a camel on sand, you know it's desert." And a less somewhat lower-budget version of what it might look like.
Or if being left behind doesn't give you a hard-on, maybe you should start praying. In fact, make prayer your second language--this is endorsed by an authority no higher than the White House itself. You can even pray online in what seems to be a virtual mock-up of the president's office.
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Sorry for having posted that childish gimmick, for this is nothing more than an unmature expression of kinky catholic humor, compared with this grave sincerity of the white-anglo-saxon-protestant preoccupation with the world and the very salvation of our all souls. Facing that overkill of counter-arguments I confess my sins: mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. I confess my very frivolity facing the problems of mankind, for it is written:
"Your efforts may mean the difference between people living for eternity or falling into the antichrist's clutches. Truth is your main weapon. It is a truth that is more powerful than any of the enemy's weapons. This truth can change lives and destinies forever." I failed at finding that truth. - Sorry, bro'!
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