That's why. Lol. Except, Julian was playing as Chaos. Naturally, he chose to paint his army in PINK.
I think it's pretty awesome that McDonald's, Nike, and Coke, to name a few, have inspired religions to stamp a good ol' TM on their respective brands. I could almost swear to have noticed the similarities of the actions taken by Royal Dutch Shell in Nigeria and locally practiced religions. Maybe it's just me, or maybe something's just wrong.
I mean, if you're gonna act important, better stop acting stupid. This is a critical point for the old ways. Any moment now, people are going to realize that the old ways don't work. They may have in the past, but the constant fucking up is doing the human race some pretty serious damage. Be it big business and their psychopathic, greedy nature or any given religion with their focus on being as clan-like as possible.
In short, if you can't do something right, step down before you fuck everything else up.
It makes sense. I think. I don't think I'm important enough to be considered a threat to the state(mind you, I'm not threatening the state. My threats are mostly directed to McDonald's). I just feel guilty for all this free entertainment!
By the way, A Perfect Circle has a brilliant song called "Pet". It's awesome, and it comes highly recommended. Steal this song, watch/hear it on youtube, or not.
In an unrelated note, I think these lyrics don't belong on this blog, but are pretty awesome. Read each verse(or chorus) and you'll probably see what I mean.
Sometimes, for a moment of bliss
And the passion, we're craving
There's a message we miss
Sometimes when the spirits left alone
We must believe in something
To find if we've grown
Tragic reflex, shattered calm
Static progress, senses gone
Numb awareness, final psalm
Swept away with the tide
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the sand
Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
You can hear the virgin weeping
For the savior of your will
Sometimes, your castles in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear
Sacred conflict, blessed prize
Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
Desperate addict, faith disguised
Swept away with the tide
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the sand
We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves
In the stream of consciousness
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier
Once we admit
We're dying
Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
There's a bitterness we harbor
And hate for hatred's sake
Sometime we dig an early grave
And crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn't save
Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective
And pacifies our cries
Sometimes the anguish we survive
And the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our lives
Swept away with the tide
Through the holes in my hands
Crown of thorns at my side
Drawing lines in the sand
I'm not very good at lyrical interpretation, but I'm pretty sure the chorus has something to do with Christ. The rest of the song speaks of the use of religion. It's not a brutal song. it's actually a really peaceful-sounding Dream Theater song. One of the few listenable ones. The rest have time signatures unrecognizable to man.
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