Almost as if they’d never seen a floating triangle before. The ten other beings turned towards the new arrival with a peculiar look. wasn’t knowledgeable in basic tactics, but he was immortal, so what did he care for that? He found a world with ten semi-sane beings sitting near each other and decided to say hi. “And being the god of laziness has nothing to do with that.” Y.V. Whatever Cuz, just don’t die while I’m gone.” “Right, and you’re the one paying for the 20 tons of Trichips you eat every week. “Just do your chores Cuz, you still need to get a house of your own someday and stop mooching off of my glorious self.” “Can’t the Mole Men take care of that?” Yung Cuz questioned “I mean, it is their job after all.” “Cuz!” Venuz yelled over to his cousin “I’m going on vacation! I’m linking the mansion up to a new multiverse sector, and I may be indisposed, so take care of the house.” How had he not seen this before? The doom and gloom of this chunk was utterly beautiful, faintly glowing with a sheen of radiation, inhabited by cross-jumping policemen, and full of things begging to be shot. Violently broken.ĭeliciously violent, full of combat, crazies, and adventure. It was a multiversal chunk that was, put simply, broken. He noticed a certain chunk that was intriguing to him, twisting into itself similarly to one of Yung Cuz’s pretzels, but in the eldritch horror kind of way. Preferably things that were evil, but that was usually irrelevant. Well, he hadn’t actually met many gods other than his cousin Yung Cuz, but he imagined they vacationed in the multiverse.Īnyway, since he was the God of Guns, he had desired a world with violence, somewhere he could shoot things that died. He had decided to go exploring the multiverse as gods such as himself did. It started with his urge for fun, as most of his problems usually did, because being immortal generally left gods bored. He’d had days like this before, like when the Mole people first invaded his mansion on Venus, later becoming his followers under his command, or when he lost the key to his golden car and later discovered he’d fused it with his screwdriver by accident, but this one took the metaphorical cake. A/N: Over 20k words total, I am surprised.
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