RE: Godhood XIV - Usurper [Honey Edition Turn 2]
03-24-2013, 10:17 AM
Bacardi blinked, not sure whether he remembered something trivial or forgetting something important. It was taking a few minutes for his brain to register on the fact that there was a very small and very annoying mantis-robot in front of him considering Craft was stupid-small. If he had an expression (which was hard to tell anyway), it was an expression of a truck driver finding a very large moth splattered on his recently clean windshield. Then, he burst out laughing.
"WELL, WELL , WELL. HOW INTERESTING FOR A LOGIC-ALIGNED GOD TO COMMIT SUCH AN IMMATURE OUTBURST AT A PLAYFUL INSULT. I WOULD FEEL EMBARRASSED FOR YOU EMBARRASSING YOURSELF. YOUR BONES MAY BE MADE OF THE STRONGEST GLASS BUT YOUR TEMPER IS MORE FRAGILE THAN THE EPHEMERAL EXISTENCE OF A HIGGS-BOSON. SHAME, I EXPECTED MORE FROM YOU."
The God of Alcohol lowered his torso down. Gears churning in the background. Clanging pipes echoing in the distance. Banner flapping nosily in the distance. Bacardi's face was eternally cloaked in the choking steam but somehow, it managed to accurately convey bemusement.
"IF I MAY DEDUCE THROUGH MY HOLY INEBRIATIONS, I WOULD SAY THE ISSUE YOU HAVE IS NOT WITH BEINGS LARGER THAN YOU, BUT RATHER YOUR STRENGTH, IN WHICH YOU SUBCONSCIOUSLY ASSOCIATE WITH SIZE. IT IS OF NORM TO CORRELATE THE MAGNITUDE OF SIZE IN PROPORTION OF STRENGTH AND YOU REALIZE THAT NORM. DO YOU? AND YOU HATE IT. IN DEFIANCE TO THAT STEREOTYPE, YOU MAKE YOURSELF SMALL. A PHYSICAL CUSHION GUARDING YOUR MENTAL INSECURITIES THAT IS YOUR FRAGILE PORCELAIN EGO. HOW SIGNIFICANT."
Bacardi roared into laughter. The noise that came out of his mouth was like a churning boiler.
"I SEE YOUR GAZE, INSECT-GOD. I SEE YOUR GAZE AND I SAW REVELATION, ARMAGEDDON, AND GOMORRAH. I SAW INFERNOS BURSTING OUT OF THE EARTH. LIQUID ROCK MELTING INTO THE WATERS. STEAM BILLOWING INTO SKIES AS POISONOUS SULFUR FILLED THE LUNGS OF INNOCENTS. I SAW MAGMA AND DEATH, BOY. TWIN BINARY STARS BOTH RADIATING VENDETTA AND REVENGE. MY GOD THERE IS A LOT OF HATE IN YOU BOILING INSIDE THAT PRETTY LITTLE BODY OF YOURS. I WOULD BE INCREDIBLY IMPRESSED IF I WAS NOT A PERPETUAL HOLY HANGOVER."
The unseen winds of the universe blew open a small hole in the steam. The hole was exposing Bacardi's mouth. Bacardi's mouth was holding a grin. A really wide grin.
"I AM A FAN OF STORIES. KEEPS MY MIND OFF OF THE PAST AND MY EYES INTO THE FUTURE. FROM WHAT I REMEMBER, EVERY GOD HAS A STORY. AND I SUPPOSE IT WOULD NOT BE ARBITRARY GUESS TO ASSUME THAT YOU HAVE A STORY. A SAGA BEHIND YOUR SIZE. YOUR BIGGEST GRIEVANCE, NO? TELL ME IF YOU WANT."
"WELL, WELL , WELL. HOW INTERESTING FOR A LOGIC-ALIGNED GOD TO COMMIT SUCH AN IMMATURE OUTBURST AT A PLAYFUL INSULT. I WOULD FEEL EMBARRASSED FOR YOU EMBARRASSING YOURSELF. YOUR BONES MAY BE MADE OF THE STRONGEST GLASS BUT YOUR TEMPER IS MORE FRAGILE THAN THE EPHEMERAL EXISTENCE OF A HIGGS-BOSON. SHAME, I EXPECTED MORE FROM YOU."
The God of Alcohol lowered his torso down. Gears churning in the background. Clanging pipes echoing in the distance. Banner flapping nosily in the distance. Bacardi's face was eternally cloaked in the choking steam but somehow, it managed to accurately convey bemusement.
"IF I MAY DEDUCE THROUGH MY HOLY INEBRIATIONS, I WOULD SAY THE ISSUE YOU HAVE IS NOT WITH BEINGS LARGER THAN YOU, BUT RATHER YOUR STRENGTH, IN WHICH YOU SUBCONSCIOUSLY ASSOCIATE WITH SIZE. IT IS OF NORM TO CORRELATE THE MAGNITUDE OF SIZE IN PROPORTION OF STRENGTH AND YOU REALIZE THAT NORM. DO YOU? AND YOU HATE IT. IN DEFIANCE TO THAT STEREOTYPE, YOU MAKE YOURSELF SMALL. A PHYSICAL CUSHION GUARDING YOUR MENTAL INSECURITIES THAT IS YOUR FRAGILE PORCELAIN EGO. HOW SIGNIFICANT."
Bacardi roared into laughter. The noise that came out of his mouth was like a churning boiler.
"I SEE YOUR GAZE, INSECT-GOD. I SEE YOUR GAZE AND I SAW REVELATION, ARMAGEDDON, AND GOMORRAH. I SAW INFERNOS BURSTING OUT OF THE EARTH. LIQUID ROCK MELTING INTO THE WATERS. STEAM BILLOWING INTO SKIES AS POISONOUS SULFUR FILLED THE LUNGS OF INNOCENTS. I SAW MAGMA AND DEATH, BOY. TWIN BINARY STARS BOTH RADIATING VENDETTA AND REVENGE. MY GOD THERE IS A LOT OF HATE IN YOU BOILING INSIDE THAT PRETTY LITTLE BODY OF YOURS. I WOULD BE INCREDIBLY IMPRESSED IF I WAS NOT A PERPETUAL HOLY HANGOVER."
The unseen winds of the universe blew open a small hole in the steam. The hole was exposing Bacardi's mouth. Bacardi's mouth was holding a grin. A really wide grin.
"I AM A FAN OF STORIES. KEEPS MY MIND OFF OF THE PAST AND MY EYES INTO THE FUTURE. FROM WHAT I REMEMBER, EVERY GOD HAS A STORY. AND I SUPPOSE IT WOULD NOT BE ARBITRARY GUESS TO ASSUME THAT YOU HAVE A STORY. A SAGA BEHIND YOUR SIZE. YOUR BIGGEST GRIEVANCE, NO? TELL ME IF YOU WANT."