Order and Chaos

A mission to mars

It was very simple. For I knew what few others on this world did.

Ages ago, long before our pantheon expanded into its recent state of unwieldiness, we were governed by an entirely different set of gods.

At some point, they simply left. Mankind floundered in an age of godlessness for centuries, before overcompensating and producing more gods than it knew what to do with.

But I alone knew where they were. They had left to other worlds. Worlds which bore their names.

And I would bring them back. Beginning with Mars, the God of War, who would easily crush the dozen or so gods who remained after Malcolm's purge. His world was the closest to our own, anyhow. Once he returned, the others would take notice, and at last the ancient pantheon could be restored. The world would be returned to the way it always should have been.

Even as I reiterated my ingenious plan to myself, though, I felt there was something missing in it. As though I had some other plan I was forgetting about that it would interfere with.

But that was ridiculous. Video Kojima's plans are a work of art, as is everything he does. He would never forget any of his beautiful creations.

Nothing could make him forget what he had created.

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So just when I had dealt the finishing blow (I suspected) to my absent opponents, a man covered in bees appeared in the corridor, screaming.

"Help!" he shouted. "I'm covered in bees! Also, I have to kill you!"

"Well, that could be a problem, seeing as I can't be killed," I replied.

"Oh," he said. Then he paused. "Well, I can still kill the rest of you! That should make Video happy, right?"

Well. I didn't really want Commun to die, so it seemed it was time to take action.

What was it I did, again?