Written on 12 July 2025.

The Reptile Game: A Story of the Spike and the Spirit

Chapter 1: The First Injection

It was the year 2029, and the world was not as it once had been. In the city’s shadowy corners, Jacob walked with a worn King James Bible in his coat pocket and an uneasiness in his soul. The news screamed nightly: New Variant—Mandatory Boosters—Trust the Science! But Jacob, once an ordinary man, had learned to read between the lines.

When they announced the spike protein injection, he remembered the warning words whispered by an old friend: They want to change what it means to be human. Jacob watched as friends lined up in the fluorescent-lit clinics, sleeves rolled up, eyes dulled by the screen’s flicker. Many trusted, few questioned. Jacob hesitated—he felt something ancient stirring beneath the polished rhetoric.

Chapter 2: The King Cobra and the Serpent’s Seed

The weeks passed, and Jacob saw changes. Not only in the world, but in the people he knew—his brother, his neighbours, even the pastor who once thundered Ye must be born again! from the pulpit. A cold calculation had settled into their speech, an absence where warmth had once resided.

He read late into the night: scientific papers, KJV scriptures, fringe reports from Italy. A strange connection emerged. The spike protein, the main ingredient in the new injections, bore a molecular resemblance to king cobra venom. The king cobra is a reptile, Jacob mused, and now they are making humans into factories for the spike, just like a snake’s venom sacks.

He underlined the verse in Genesis: Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field... Something in him shuddered as he watched his world become a playground for unseen powers. Are they turning people into handicapped reptiles—cold, emotionless, servants of the serpent?

Chapter 3: The Destruction of the Pineal

Jacob’s search led him to shadowy forums, voices claiming that pathologists in Europe had found the pineal glands—the seat of the soul—destroyed in those injected with the spike. Whether fact or fiction, it fit what Jacob saw: the emotional, intuitive side of man was fading.

Those who had once laughed freely now calculated their responses; those who mourned with the broken now spoke only of efficiency and compliance. Jacob felt alone, a remnant who still wept over suffering and rejoiced in the Lord Jesus Christ.

Chapter 4: Surviving the Game

Jacob soon realized that the world’s new rulers did not want leaders, only servants. Anyone who separated, who refused the game, was labelled as an enemy—unfit, unvaccinated, dangerous. He learned to lock his doors, keep silent, and stay offline. The others—the injected, the compliant—were changing, not just in body, but in spirit.

It was as if the serpent’s children had gained new ground, while the children of faith were forced into the shadows. Jacob’s faith was tested. At times, he questioned: Am I just paranoid, or do I see what others refuse to see?

Chapter 5: The Tribulation Unfolds

Then came the Great Tribulation, a time unlike any before. The world’s systems—political, medical, religious—merged into one cold, all-seeing beast. Digital IDs, social credit, and mandatory injections became the law. Those who resisted were hunted, blamed for every plague and crisis.

Jacob clung to his faith, reading by candlelight:

And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death. (Revelation 12:11)

As the world descended into chaos, Jacob watched those who had taken the spike—whose pineal glands were destroyed—follow the system without question, unable to feel the pain of their own enslavement. They had become servants of the reptile, incapable of true love or mercy.

Yet Jacob and the remnant held fast, hoping for deliverance but seeing no end in sight. The days grew darker, the world colder. The serpent’s game seemed to be nearly won.

But in the silence, Jacob knew: The LORD knoweth them that are his. And even in the shadow of the serpent, he remembered the promise, though the end was not yet.