Godhood XIV - Usurper [Honey Edition Turn 3]

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Godhood XIV - Usurper [Honey Edition Turn 3]
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RE: Godhood XIV - Usurper [Honey Edition Turn 2]
Craft adjusts his position for all of the new listeners. Partly because everyone placed themselves close to Nash-Marr, who was only barely in Craft's original line of sight.

Like I mentioned, I have a "Family" of sorts. We're all brothers, we're all made of different materials, we've all got verbs for names, we all have a different letter at the start of our names, and we all resemble different creatures.

We were all created by one god, a deity who thrived on Sets, on Variety, and on Inorganic Life of all things.

His name was Alpha, but he was Dad to the lot of us. He just made us each, one by one, and taught us how to be gods. His universe was a solo project up until then - and wow, was it impressive. Each of us was a representative from one of his worlds, part of a race that built it's offspring, rather than gave live birth to it.

I was his second pick, from a world of sands. I don't remember much of my mortal life, but I do know why that is - he picked those who were suffering poor lives, wiped their pains from their minds, and then gave them his love and power.

His first pick was his poorest. The brass cat, who took the moniker of
Break. Break - Break was - Psychic Powers, Treachery, and a main sphere of Destruction were his powers. I don't honestly know where that combo came from, but I do know I should have been more cautious when I finally met him. He ran off quite quickly after ascension, while everyone else stayed and got to know each other.

Alpha never told us what made
Break run off. We all just assumed he wasn't getting enough power from Dad's ordered universe - certainly the rest of us were much more reasonably accounted for. We also wondered why there were 23 of us, B through to W and Y if the alphabet he was basing our names off had 26 letters. We assumed he just didn't want to have to manage another 2 worlds, or that he couldn't think of any X or Z names.

I should have known better. Some God of Deduction I am.

So, eventually, we all parted for our individual universes. That was a long time ago in fact - this is my two- hundred-and-fourteenth unique universe visited.

I met
Break in my hundredth one. We were the only two.

Brass - only a fool thinks it's gold, but it's sounds great, and is good for blowing your own horn. He was as stuck-up as they came, really, but he seemed friendly enough.

We created a really good universe, methinks. It had everything you could possibly hope for - EVERYTHING. And they all used psychic powers the way most talked and breathed.

We called the universe Psionica, and all was good. A bit more violent than my tastes, but still good.

But then it all went to hell.

We had two planets, his Sapnis and my Fantazija. They were linked by space travel, and had good relationships from what I saw. Eventually, I decided to mix it up, and created a third planet. I put a lot of effort into that planet – golden fields, blue skies, glowing crystal paths that extended all across the world like my brother Glow – same material, in fact, but I’m only talking about one of my brothers here. I called it S- I’m getting sidetracked, sorry, let me refocus here.

I had exhausted all my acts when he came over to look at it, but he hadn’t used any – we were getting fifty apiece at that point. He gazed at it for one second, he smiled, he complemented me on my work.

Then he grabbed my two planets, one in each hand, smashed them together and threw the pieces in the sun.

Fantazija diplomats were rooted *clickclick* and grabbed all across Sapnis at the same time, and his leading race, the Murgs, *click* killed each and every one. There was a forceful cut*click*back on artisans, on rational thinkers, on ANYTHING that could possibly give me power.

So when power came again, it only came to him, in a great gulping burst thanks to everything he had destroyed. I was left helpless, starving. He stood over me and gloated, calling me *clickclickwhirr* puny and pathetic. A *WHIRRRRRR* pipsqueak, I believe, was his favourite moniker for me.

I was quite surprised when he left right afterwards. Thought he was going to stay longer. I was too weak to bail, to run to a new universe, so I had to stay and watch his Murgs destroy everything I had done. When he finally came back, after a thousand waves had passed to no effect... he had hundreds, if not thousands of Acts.

So we have a weak and starving god on one side, and what was basically an insane destroyer on the other. Yeah, you can guess how that went.

He turned me*CLICKCLANKCLICK*into a fucking LANTERN. He grabbed me, prepared a little Lantern, then stuck me in there. And then he sealed it shut with a fairly hefty level of acts.

And then I was his little prize. He hefted me around, showed off his brand new light source, for the next hundred and thirteen universes. Few could see me in there, none could hear me except Break himself. His favourite taunt was that if I wasn’t so small, he couldn’t have done it to me, so it was my fault for being *CLANK* weak and frail and TINY AND PATHETIC AND *WHIRRR* ahem. Those who could see me were just told I was a projection, and never knew I needed help. They all were tricked, like I was, into losing all their power. But he left many of them behind. He only ever opened his lantern when one of his younger brothers was there – he got about 7 of us, although they’re barely important to the story.

The only reason we ever got out of there was because little things in each of the universes we visited gave us power. We got little drips and drabs, over one hundred and thirteen universes, before we had enough to break free.

I managed to communicate outside of the lantern, to the other residents of my 213th universe. I begged them for their help, and they were incredibly kind. They successfully hampered
Break long enough for me to free myself and my brothers from the inside. I’m not sure if any of our heroes survived – we all panicked, and universe hopped in every direction until we thought we were safe. I backtracked through my universes as quick as I could...

And learnt where he had gotten all those acts in the process. The worlds were all destroyed, the suns split, the moons powderised. He had ruined everything I had ever done, and gotten all the more powerful for it.

I still haven’t seen what happened to my home, and what happened to Dad. I suspect that
Break destroyed the X and Z planets at home, though. Maybe why he was thrown out. I don’t want to know what happened if he got that far in his destructive rampage.

Instead of going home, I just took a different direction about halfway through my backtracking. I ended up here.

And, um... here we are.

Yeah. That's everything.


Craft finally sits back. He's still for a moment, off in his own little world of memories and fears.


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RE: Godhood XIV - Usurper [Honey Edition Turn 2] - by Leafsw0rd - 03-24-2013, 08:09 PM