
Originally Posted by
Mzzkc
In my time as a 'god,' I've created a vibrant, living universe from an empty void; wiped out huge populations and vast civilizations, all at once, on naught but a whim; bested other powerful beings claiming to be gods, not through raw strength, but wit and skill; achieved self-awareness, allowing my will to manifest at a thought, transcending my need for physical form; made the fabric of existence my personal playground; observed and participated in the lives of the mortals I surround myself with, casually performing miracles and other displays of power that leave them either confounded, and thankful for my help, or scrambling in the wake of my violent focus. I've played with lives, dealt death, changed the flow of time, history itself, all from a raised position of disconnected immunity. I've been terrible, merciless, demonic, benevolent and helpful, a savior to many, a nightmare to others. I've become the void itself, gathering the lights of existence inwards, hanging a scythe above them all, ready to wipe it all away, but refraining, deciding to let everything continue onward.
You know. Normal, weekend stuff.
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