06-15-2017, 08:51 AM
It seems I’ve cleared the rainforest. Not that it’s any good for my pants-legs, which are now two oversized buckets filled with crotch sweat. Even Gods aren’t immune to perspiration.
I’ve got to admit, this island is beautiful. Over the hills to my right are picturesque mountains. Ahead looms a gigantic city of stone and metal. Beneath my toes, the grass feels good. Natural. It’s been a long time since I simply walked through nature.
I scroll through my Twitter feed. A bunch of people are saying things like “Kill someone already!” or “Is this Big Brother? Zzzz”.
“Listen, twerps,” I say as I walk, knowing that the cameras are watching. “You’re gonna get a show, but you’re gonna have to wait. A God does not rush into battle. He waits for the challengers, and then … dispatches them.”
I spin my staff idly, catching it on my shoulder and then rolling it around my armpit, catching it and twirling. I can’t be too harsh on my followers. They are, after all, only mortal. They do, however, have a sense of impudence that they wouldn’t have dared show in my own lands, with my true power. I pine for the days where I could drop a building-sized beam of electricity on someone’s head from miles away.
That desire gives me a goal, however. It gives me something to focus on. Some part of me wants to admit that this whole Omniverse thing has been a valuable learning experience. A re-learning, of sorts. I’ve always taken my power for granted, and that is only true and right. It is a blasphemy for me to experience this curse. And yet …
I grit my teeth.
It’s making me a better God.
I pause to consider the ramifications of that thought. Could I become greater still? More perfect?
Of course. God can do anything. Even break a paradox.
My spine tingles with electricity. New heights. New greatness.
Oh Omni. You done fucked up when you brought me here. You have no idea.
I’ve got to admit, this island is beautiful. Over the hills to my right are picturesque mountains. Ahead looms a gigantic city of stone and metal. Beneath my toes, the grass feels good. Natural. It’s been a long time since I simply walked through nature.
I scroll through my Twitter feed. A bunch of people are saying things like “Kill someone already!” or “Is this Big Brother? Zzzz”.
“Listen, twerps,” I say as I walk, knowing that the cameras are watching. “You’re gonna get a show, but you’re gonna have to wait. A God does not rush into battle. He waits for the challengers, and then … dispatches them.”
I spin my staff idly, catching it on my shoulder and then rolling it around my armpit, catching it and twirling. I can’t be too harsh on my followers. They are, after all, only mortal. They do, however, have a sense of impudence that they wouldn’t have dared show in my own lands, with my true power. I pine for the days where I could drop a building-sized beam of electricity on someone’s head from miles away.
That desire gives me a goal, however. It gives me something to focus on. Some part of me wants to admit that this whole Omniverse thing has been a valuable learning experience. A re-learning, of sorts. I’ve always taken my power for granted, and that is only true and right. It is a blasphemy for me to experience this curse. And yet …
I grit my teeth.
It’s making me a better God.
I pause to consider the ramifications of that thought. Could I become greater still? More perfect?
Of course. God can do anything. Even break a paradox.
My spine tingles with electricity. New heights. New greatness.
Oh Omni. You done fucked up when you brought me here. You have no idea.
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