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Guaranteed Human

Previously on the Chosen People.

Samson's path was not one of heroism, but of destruction.

A road paved with his unchecked passions and untempered pride.

Come, Beast. Let ha! Come, beast.

Let's see who is stronger.

The Philistines froze, stunned into silence.

Samson turned to them, his gaze alight with fury.

Fight me!

Wave after wave came, but the spirit of the Lord did not wane. Each swing of the

jawbone was a judgment. Each fallen soldier, a testament to God's might. With the jawbone of a donkey,

I have slain a thousand men, heaps upon heaps.

Yet, even in his ignorance and folly, the hand of God moved through him.

He was not a savior, not a man of noble character or steadfast courage,

but a tool, sharp and brutal, used to tear down the oppressors of Israel.

The city of Gaza lay silent beneath a canopy of stars.

The streets were dark, save for the faint flicker of a solitary candle in a window overlooking the square.

Inside, the room was stifling, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sin.

Shadows danced upon the walls cast by the unsteady flame

as Samson and the prostitute moved together in fleeting passion.

For Samson, her body was not a source of love or comfort,

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