All too often, the mythology fanboys that turn up here are woefully ill prepared for anything even remotely resembling proper discourse. They’ve been fed with fairy stories by their “pastors”, to the effect that all they have to do is regurgitate the standard apologetic fabrications that said “pastors” have spoon fed them with, and hey presto, they’ll magically convert the “heathens” or whatever other pejorative they have lurking in the wings to describe atheists.
Then, they arrive here …
… and discover that not only have their apologetics been presented here on dozens of previous occasions, by similarly ill-prepared mythology fanboy cannon fodder, but that we’re lying in wait with the ordnance. They discover to their horror, that instead of this being the walkover they thought it would be, what’s about to happen is that they’re about to take part in a naval battle, operating from an inflatable dinghy using peashooters, while we’ve turned up with an entire fleet of Iowa Class battleships stocked with Katies. ('Zilla will love this analogy 
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Many will retire from the arena with the predictable case of shell shock. However, there will be the odd duplicitous one, pulling the Monty Pytho Black Knight act, pretending that his garbage hasn’t been utterly eviscerated, and relying upon the usual combination of distraction and dishonesty to try and keep the now flaming and partically molten dinghy afloat. We’ve had a few of these in the past, and some prove to be persistent. Though eventually, we find their limits.
Perhaps the biggest shock for some of the more naive ones, is learning that instead of treating their favourite choice of Bronze Age mythology as a “sacred” source of ineffable wisdom, we point and laugh at it for being the bad fiction that it is, and do so precisely because we’ve read more of it than they have. The next shock is learning that we treat apologetics not as some unassailable system of reasoning, but as a bad joke when compared with, for example, Willard Van Ormand Quine’s Methods of Logic. In some cases, this is followed by the shock of being presented with “Here’s the contents of 23 peer reviewed scientific papers, and detailed expositions thereof, that all point to your post being feculent drivel”.
Of course, even the weakest of the mythology fanboy cannon fodder serve a purposer here - principally, target practice. The less feeble ones are more useful in this regard, but ultimately, we’ve enough resources at our disposal to ensure that no amount of robotic repeat parroting of lies in classis Goebbels fashion, or stubborn, bone-headed stonewalling in the face of facts, will be enough to overcome the pounding that reality can serve up once the firefight becomes serious.
We see them all here - ranging from the hapless and witless 16 years olds hoping to impress some girl in their “youth Bible study group” by "sticking it to the stupid atheists™ ", through to the mendacious ideological Daleks of creationism, several of whom have spent time being coached by actual professional liars for doctrine (e.g., Arsewater in Genesis, the Institute for Cretinist Research, or the Duplicity Institute). The requisite signatures soon become apparent. They’re all dispatched sooner or later.
We do, of course, have the advantage that this is a properly curated arena of discourse, though several of the defenders of reality manage to enjoy success even in the cesspit that is Faecesbook. Though the less well trained are advised to avoid that sewage pond until they’ve sharpened their talons elsewhere. However, the moment an arena of discourse is properly managed, and abuses thereof are pounced upon with relentless vigour, both the hapless and the duplicitous eventually flounce off to try their luck elsewhere.
But sadly, vigilance remains a necessity. Hopefully, several here will be motivated to set the requisite leadership examples. 
