《Where Muses Go To Die》#2 -MF- Chapter 4
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AN: I did it again...as I was wrapping up the chapter, I clicked on a bookmark and lost all my progress.
...
Still not gonna take precautions, cause eff typing out this anywhere else.
Besides, I never write the same chapter twice. This will be better(worse?) than what I would have posted, so it could be a blessing(curse?) in disguise...?
Meh, I'll just make this short and move on.
I returned to the place of my anger, and dropped off the spirit. Honestly, It would have been amusing to talk more, but I get the feeling It wouldn't end well. (for example, what actually happened in the chapter I did(n't) write.)
I took a step back, (metaphorically) and had a good look at what I'd created.
Ash, rock, magma, carnivorous plants, animals with magic, and a couple other nasty surprises for the natives, once they'd developed the technology.
...maybe I'll stick around for a bit. It's been a while since I've actually watched a group of mortals do something. I wonder why other divines are so obsessed with letting mortals do things themselves, so obsessed even, that they made a law on it.
I took a seat (metaphorically) and settled down to watch the progress of what I'd made. If I was the prideful sort of person, which I am not, I would be getting quite a big head right about now.
I mean, who besides the great me could do something so amazing?
With the skill of a thousand artists I'd crafted a race of perfect beings that could eclipse most divines. But, if the creator is that good, the creation can't help but be revolutionary. *Sigh* it's hard being perfect.
I mean, sure, they might be a little unstable, and a little varied, and maybe they're sorta trying to kill each other even though they're all the same, and although a few, okay a lot, have gone insane, they're still pretty much great, right?
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...In my defense, this is my first time making a species. I'd started off with the regular two-arms two-legs one-head, but then I thought that was kinda boring, so I gave some four arms, or sixteen legs, or a couple more heads, or other parts, or maybe some other stuff...
Okay, I admit it. I took pretty much everything and mashed it all together. Does it look cool? ...sorta. Does it work?
...Hah, I'm going to have to do something, huh?
So far they'd started to separate into groups, which is no good. They were, although varied, all basically the same. They could all reproduce with each other, so shouldn't that make them more accepting?
...looks like that was a mistake. I'd been gone for less than a century, and already seventeen different factions had broken out. Well, I say 'faction' but they're more like tribes. Scattered, broken, warring...at this rate, the day another race begins colonizing, is the day this island becomes property of someone else.
After spending some time on it, I take offense to that.
Once again, I went down to this island I'd broken on accident, where I'd ruined four species on accident, and decided to talk with them. Just asking what they wanted had worked with the spirit, maybe it'll work this time too?
They trembled when I approached, and meekly followed when I gathered them all together. Then, I asked them if they wanted to return to killing each other to extinction.
Some arguments, a lot of shouting, a little bloodshed, but in the end we came to a consensus.
I wanted to make them interesting, so they would let me add things that didn't change their basic shape too much. They wanted differences from each other, so I obliged. A hundred years wasn't that long, but already they seem to have developed comradery with each other, and had gotten some attachment to a few of their less troubling features.
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Sadly, most of them returned to two-armed two-legged and one-headed beings, although with some fun add-ons. Then, I told them very stern-like, that I would appreciate them stopping the bloodshed. Well, I admitted that a little was alright, but no more genocide. Only I'm allowed to kill an entire civilization and it's way of life, accidental or not.
I made the requested changes, made a few changes to the land, then left. Rules be mushroomed, I'll do what I want, when I want. If any of the divines complain I'll plead the fifth.
Still, I'm going to be watching what these organisms do. I'm feeling too lazy to create something right now, so I'll just watch someone else make something of worth for once...
I wonder where that spirit went? I kinda want to have another conversation...
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