#mortal sin

[heresylog]

Morally neutral drug use

Many people talk about the fact that using weed or any kind of drug is a sin. It’s not a sin in and of itself, it’s considered sinful because it is breaking a neutral law.

The basic premise is that one must follow the law of the land. If tomorrow the United Stated declared drinking alcohol illegal, it would be considered a sin to drink.

Because the law is not a moral good or moral bad, it shouldn’t be broken.

That also means that it’s not a mortal sin to smoke weed, just venial. What does this mean? Confession is optional.

[videogamepolls]

Requested by anon

[kirbyirby]

BTS × The Seven Deadly Sins

[mercurys-minis]

I'm playing this game Mortal Sin my friend got me and the vibes are immaculate.

[bylagunabay]

Notes from an Exorcist

[stylistic-nightmare]

Mortal Sin - Terminal Reward

[unjumboshrimp]

[tabernacleheart]

No one is beyond the mercy of God. To think otherwise is the denial of God, and in essence, blasphemy-- the unpardonable sin against the Holy Spirit-- because it is the sinner himself who prevents God from forgiving him.

Deacon Edward Kleinguetl

[dioptre-hertz]

this week i picked up an early access title called Mortal Sin, on a complete whim really, but it turned out to be one of the most refreshing roguelikes i've played in quite a while. it's good stuff!

a lot of the foundational stuff is basic hack-n-slash dungeon crawler tropes. you pick a class, go through several floors of a randomly generated dungeon mowing down skellingtons or whatnot, grab some items and upgrades and all that... par for the course in this genre, nothing we haven't already seen.

what really sets this game apart for me is the combat system, which is at once really simple and yet deceptively engaging. you have a few basic verbs in combat - swing your weapon, kick, bash with your shield/pommel, and guard/parry. then you can weave these together into a small but robust set of combos: a kick followed by an attack leads to a forward thrusting attack, a bash followed by an attack triggers a slow but powerful swing, et cetera. so you can already be quite expressive in gameplay just by messing around with the various combos, a bit like a character-action game almost.

but on top of that, the game has a variety of mechanics for making combat feel really smooth, fluid, and satisfyingly heavy. the game makes fantastic use of hitstop animation and sound design to make hard-hitting weapons feel nice and thuddy, giving a real sense of weight to combat. you're also given the chance to animation-cancel your attacks and flow straight into your next move if you time your inputs to happen right at the moment of impact, meaning you're rewarded for thoughtful play more than just button-mashing.

finally, the combat system makes use of a limb-severing system reminiscent of Dead Space, of all things; enemies take more damage and are incapacitated in specific ways if you target their arms, legs, head, et cetera. so you've got the added dimension of really wanting to pay attention to where you're aiming your attacks, which is genuinely a bit unusual for melee mechanics in first-person games like these.

it's not a perfect game by any means - and besides, it's still in Early Access, so i don't really want to drop any kind of definitive verdict at this stage. but i thought it'd be fun to highlight this little gem i stumbled upon the other day, given that it's doing some really fun and fresh things with the genre. plus, look at that wild aesthetic! this game certainly has a look to it, huh?

[angeltreasure]

One of the fastest ways to hell is mortal sin.

[metalcultbrigade]

Mortal Sin - Mayhemic Destruction 21/01/1987

[thecatholicdiary]

Diary Entry #1

I am a Catholic woman who is by all means NOT a perfect child of God.

This diary is not to portray myself as one but to ask questions and write down my thoughts as I am on this continuous spiritual journey and maybe other people can relate.

I am not a Catholic role model.

I converted to Catholicism back in 2018. It was the best decision I have ever made as I love the Catholic Church and it's teachings, but throughout the years, I have sinned, confessed, and sinned again to the point where yes, I still love my faith, but it doesn't do well to play back and forth with God or Mother Church (even though I always get a nudge from the Holy Spirit - which means God never gives up on us no matter how much we sin or turn away - He is always there), and so I ceased going to Mass even though I have a desire or an urge from God to do so, I have the nudge or urge to pray and I fail to do so, and overall became a lazy Catholic and feeling that if I can't go all the way and not even try, then what is the point.

Is it okay to pray the rosary in a state or mortal sin? I pondered this yesterday as I had the urge to pray the rosary as I was starting to make the habit of praying everyday. I debated whether to pray or not because of all my sin and my knowing that I will continue to sin. I looked online and I read something that stood out to me. It went around the lines of that there are two types of rosary prayers: Those that pray everyday and continue to reap the benefits of it and those who cease because of their sins. I think I convinced myself not to pray by looking that up on Google, but, what is the point if all I am going to do is sin again. Though I wouldn't necessarily cared and would pray anyway, the mind is a dangerous weapon that the enemy can play with. We can get to that in another entry. I haven't been to confession in a while or Mass. I want to be a better Catholic and child of God. So, I ask that whoever is reading this, my fellow Catholics, to please pray for me.

And if you can relate to this, I would like to know! Let's help each other out!

[jbfly46]

True Story: A perfectly healthy person dies from an “Act of God” with their body intact and an organ donor card in their wallet. Pronounced dead at the scene, they’re taken to the basement of a local hospital where the first thing morticians do is drain the blood from the body. The components of the blood are separated, one part is donated, and the rest is sold to private corporations. Some of the nutrients are taken and processed into food products. It is sold to a grocery chain who puts it on their shelf. You buy it and eat it. Congratulations you’ve committed cannibalism, a mortal sin.

[inesajankauskas]

Temptations

I was in a room, a random room, full of bunkbeds, friends, and a few adults. It felt as if it was a summer camp or trip with a bunch of people I knew. Everyone was running around, playing, taking pictures, and talking. It felt like I was walking on clouds in a room lit with warm toned lights, white fluffy beds, and joy all around. A few boys I knew from before college, that attend the college now, came up to me to take a picture. I could feel one of their arms around my shoulders and the other’s cheek on mine. It felt all so real. It felt as if I was in a movie where the next scene just switched in picture. I was randomly somewhere else.

A few of us had went to Kroger to grab some snacks and drinks for the room. The boys I took a picture with smiled and waved as they walked to check out a pack of Gatorade. I was oddly glued to my phone walking around in Kroger. I was walking so much that I found myself walking into Walmart. Once I realized how far I walked, I went back to Kroger to retrieve my car. The odd thing about the two stores was that they were placed one-by-one in front and behind each other. The parking lots were connected. I walked all throughout the Walmart and Kroger lot looking for my car. I couldn’t find it, so I decided to do another loop around while hitting my lock key for my car to make a chirp and light up. But my car wasn’t chirping. Every single car that was owned by Volkswagen was lighting up and chirping. Each time I hit the lock button, a new Volkswagen would chirp.

I finally found a red Jetta GLI, just like my car, but it was a hatchback. The car was a little larger than mine and was a bright red. Then a woman appeared. She was black, almost light-skin, so maybe mixed. She had big, long, greyish-brown, outgrown dreadlocks, and wore hippie clothing with stone jewelry and a satanic star necklace. I can still see her face now. She appeared as a witchy type of woman, someone you would see out of a New Orleans film. She was circling the car as I opened its door. She kept saying, looking me dead in the eyes,

“Your car is mine, your car is mine.”

I could feel something wrong and screamed,

“I REBUKE YOU IN THE NAME OF THE LORD JESUS CHRIST! I REBUKE YOU! THIS IS MY CAR, NOT YOURS! I REBUKE!”

As I got in the car to drive away, she stood there watching me, facing me. I was looking out the rear view mirror until she was only a blurry spec. She kept standing there. I felt pain and anxiety reaching up my throat, scraping any moisture from it. I felt like screaming but my mouth stayed closed.

I called my mom freaking out about my car being stolen as I pulled into a parking lot to a house. I walked in and it felt as a warm room, similar to the one with the bunkbeds that was filled with my friends. It had similar lights and white everywhere. The front desk felt welcoming unlike ones in real life, like the ones in hospitals or offices. There was a plump woman at the front desk with a pretty smile welcoming me in. I went to her and explained what had happened,

“My car was stolen in the Kroger-Walmart parking lot. I was looking everywhere for it, but I couldn’t find it. It was so odd, my key kept working for every Volkswagen in the lot!”

She giggled and explained that there are faults with some keys on the Volkswagens to where they work on multiple cars. She assured me it was nothing and let me continue. I went on,

“And there was an older woman there. She was taller than me, light-skinned black, long dreadlocks, hippie clothes, satanic jewelry. She was circling the red car I took to get here. She was saying that my car was hers and wouldn’t stop repeating it.”

I felt the room go quiet, more silent than it already was. The woman was no longer smiling and looked as if she saw a ghost. Her face was so flat and unalive, I felt scared looking at her. I turned around to a very tall white woman. Her skin was so light with warm, sun-kissed undertones. She had the rosiest cheeks and brightest blue eyes. Her hair was just as light and blonde in a bob sort of cut. She wore yellow and white clothes. Her face wasn’t flat and scary, but it had concern. She said to me,

“That woman is sent by the devil because you have been letting in your temptations when you know it is wrong. Whatever you have done, you have to stop letting in your temptations. The woman knows exactly what you have done wrong, but there is a way to fix it. You must go to her and admit your faults, ask for forgiveness from God, and rebuke her back to hell. It is the only way to get her to leave, and the only way to save yourself. For she will cause hell on earth to you until your time comes. Then she will take you down to hell herself for an eternity of pain.”

I could have sworn my throat couldn’t have gotten dryer. I could feel the the air getting stuck in between the cracks of my dry throat. I didn’t say anything to her. I just knew she knew what I chose to do. The old woman pulled up in my car, my black Jetta GLI. She was in the drivers seat, looking straight ahead, smoking something foul with the window cracked just a bit. I got in the car and admitted what I did. I said,

“I know what I have done and I ask GOD to forgive me. I ask that HE helps me through this and HE forgives me.”

The older woman didn’t take a glance at me and kept driving forward. I tried hitting the SOS button on my car to call the cops and take her away, but nothing was happening. I knew what I had to do, I had to fight her. Usually in dreams, when you try to punch something, your hand goes weak. It feels like you’re trying to lift a cinderblock attached to your hand. But this fight was different. I was punching and I could feel my strength. It was the most mind twisting, scariest thing I had ever witnessed. Her face was distorting with every hit and each time I went for her eyes, I could feel liquid shooting from them. Her face was distorting so much with each punch, grab, and pull that I took she looked unreal. Her face was intact but malformed. I wasn’t fearful, though. As she got more distorted, the more I could feel it being over. I was screaming, punching, hardly breathing saying,

“I REBUKE YOU IN THE NAME OF THE LORD!”

There was so much tension and chaos in my head that it was a shock to be in the drivers seat. My hands were on the wheel in park. I looked to my right out the passenger window and saw everyone in the house-office building standing outside. Some of them held their palms together, others smiled, but the tall blonde was smiling with her hands in a prayer position resting on her chin.

Then, I woke up. I could hardly breathe. It felt like in the movies when a character wakes up from a nightmare. They jolt up, breathing heavy, grasping their heart. That is exactly what I had done.

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