RE: What Are You Wearing Today Darling?
A faction of the old gods had splintered, and they craved the worship that once gave them sustenance. In the darkness of the night, they had raped the rose from its dwelling. They debated on what to do with it. Some suggested destroying, others argued that they should feed on its mystical power. But, the consensus was that they would fashion it into currency. Currency that shall be traded by the people that once worshiped them.
If they weren't able to strike the same fear they once did, then they would feed off the hype their creation would yield. They would feed off the joy, and fear, and arguments this new currency will produce. And, they shall laugh knowing that the currency once was the beacon of hope these people once venerated.
Finally, they could once again shout...
Lament!!!
I'm running on reserves as well! I just close my eyes and let my fingers do the talking.
And much time passed, the currency like many others waxed and waned until a myriad of other currencies replaced it and it too was just a memory. The old gods too would have passed away but still, a flicker of hatred and contempt for their old foes remained and and they watched and seeing their currency fade like they had too gave them strength. Gave them anger. One of their number voiced their rage to the others. He pointed at the foes below in their modern world of moving metal and radio waves and he hissed.
We reached consensus before? Can we not do so again?
The gods were no more than figments. No more than echoes by this time but they moved what energy they had into creating something that could stand in their stead. Something that shone and glittered. A man, yet not a man. A man made from metal and oiled parts. They caressed its cold iron skin with their last breath of power and its eyes flared. Its mouth gaped and a metallic roar issued forth.
Consensus!
Well its been a good run but for the love of all thats holy I think I might lay down and give up the ghost now!! LOLZ!!
Now that their metallic successor had awoken, the old gods banded together and became united once more, if for one final time. They mounted their steeds and they rode into the sunset. Literally. Their flesh burned, but they smiled as they were incinerated into oblivion.
Indeed. It was a good run. I am glad to have shared this experience with you, brother. I have no doubt that we would be able to replicate this in the future. But, for now, there is no use in beating an immolated horse :D
Hurray!! :0)