The day was warm, the sun beating down upon the church of CCLTY. The birds were flying from its rafters, the wind kicking up dust towards the oak door. Inside can be the chanting of variations of different religions mantras. Leading the procession is Father MacklePenny. His congregation consisted of varying religions all spit-balled into one. His plan from the beginning to unite all religions under one house had come true. His mind wanders towards the anticipation of what this could lead to. As the mantras ended Mack came out of his meditative state to smile and peer over the patrons. All among them were smiling faces, his belief was they all found the true meaning and purpose of their religions; the sects bringing them to the truth. His arms sweep across the towering room his mouth opening to the masses.

    "Blessings and greetings my wonderful people! We have come far from where we were. Just years ago, there was disorder and turmoil. People unable to sit in one room without spitting venom. You all are shining members of this society in which we needed for so long. Profits are up, people are happy at where they are, even the dog without a bone has plenty to choose from."

Mack looks around seeing some people uneasily shifting in their seats. The words of the man obviously making them uncomfortable. His eyes narrow to distinguish who is who in his mind and he lets out a sigh. His tongue licking his lips with the words he would flow forth. 

  "However much we may all come as one, there are those that will not or rather, are unable to mesh with their brother and sister next to them. They want to hold on to their old ways. The thought of themselves and only their sect. What would happen if we were to keep those distinguished factors? Ones that want to push themselves out of the flock to be their own. Isn't it true that when a pack of gazelle are surrounded by lions, they circle the wagons so to speak; to keep the pack a whole? So why can't we form this type of understanding with one another?"

  There was some coughing in the back, people eyeing one another wondering who the wolf in sheep clothing was. His hands go in the air as he senses this uneasiness. He leans forward upon his stand and speaks again.

  "Regardless of what someone may say or do. It is always best to show them how and the way to be. Even if it means yourself being gun down or tarnished. For that act alone you will be remembered by the whole. Maybe, just maybe; that person can teach their child and that child will arrive here one day with the belief of the true meaning of community and the true meaning of The Rule. Because, were not perfect. But we can be better than the murderer that strives for their own humor with their actions. So go forth my fellows and teach what you know, be the person you strive to be and give to those that are in need. Because one day you may be in their position by no fault of your own."

  Mack presses his hands together, bowing low to the congregation. His eyes watering at the thought of everyone getting along and bringing about a understanding among everyone. He steps down and heads into the back where his office was. There was a pile of cocaine and a bottle of whisky. He sits down with a heavy sigh and cuts down a line. His golden straw already placed in his nose, his nostril taking the fluffed powder straight to his dome. With a heavy sigh he leans back thinking about the next scheme to make money as the cocaine dripped down his throat.

Bless me father for I have sinned wasting my time.

Mack wakes from his coked out stupor. Hookers laying around the churches office and pounds of weed sitting in the corner. The sound that awoke him was the words of a unknown visitor. He pushes off one of the hookers and clears his desk of the clumped up cocaine, most likely mixed with the nearly empty whisky bottle turned over on his desk. He motions for the person to sit. 

"Now, what was that you said? I was dreaming I was in a ship sailing around an island and I heard some squeaking noise."

One of the hookers gets up and starts yelling at Mack for money. He looks surprised and points to the weed. His hands going up in a innocent gesture. She picks up one of the pounds and storms out yelling obscenities towards his genitals. He laughs nervously as the others slowly take lead soon leaving the two along in the office full of drugs, sweat and smell of the night before.