"Bryan", alternately spelled "Brian", (but not today) is the name of our hero of his own beliefs. The name itself means "strong with God" or "high, noble", which both are quite fitting for today's adventure. Stumbling into the lecture hall of his first Philosophy class, it was clear that grace was not a prominent virtue of his arsenal. Though virtuous he was, as was clearly depicted by his shaggy, dirty blond hair. The dirtiness and shagginess also reflects the nature of his virtue (varying and operating on several different levels). His skin was pale as maggot-flesh, a side-effect of sun-sensitivity. This sensitivity would rarely hold him back from his epic missionary trips, however, as might be protested by his doctor, who many a night would toss and turn to nightmares full of memories of Bryan's terrible sunburns. His eyes were deeply blue; abysmal really. An accurate window into his very soul. Oceanic.
Every eye in the university classroom stared in shock at his hoody, reading: "God is Good" underneath an invasively smiley Jesus fish. Bryan knew what they were thinking. What nerve this guy has to strut evidence of his obtuse beliefs on the first day of Philosophy class! Surely it will be a delightful game to criticize his inputs throughout this term.
As if he heard them say it aloud, Bryan gave his ready reply: "I can either believe, be happy and go to heaven... or believe, be happy and die to rot in the ground. Either way, I'm happy!"
His reply came in a the form of a plethora of odd looks and glances. As they lost interest and turned to the front of the room, Bryan made to take his seat. He smiled. This is gonna be fun, he thought.
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