the king of the gods is but the pawn of men

i was thinking about what kind of story would i write about an assassin god. it started out as a tale of one assassin hired by a god and given the secret of killing immortals (or at least pressing "pause" for a while) and given the mission of slaying all the other gods. so this one god was ultimate and supreme, wrote books about it and enslaved his world. so this assassin killed him too, only to find out that by doing so he slayed every other person on the planet, adn became the sole survivor of his planet. his echoing ghost remains as testament to being the lord of assassins, king of the shadows.

so then i wondered about what happened if you took over the world. ya know, what kind of thought would inspire a person to even try to take on such a laborious goal. I came up with "well, if you manage to get the world to worship you and become their god, then you become the representative of this planet and you have a whole other world of stuff to deal with in the realm of the gods.

then i thought this would be the kind of thinking that would form the cornerstone and foundation for a religion of villains. the whole point of taking over the world is so you can go and play god, but not on your own planet. lol! then this lead to the exciting daydreaming playground of imagining what alien races' gods would be like (are like? who knows...lol)

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i've been quite taken in with cyberpunk stuff lately, when i've been mostly a fantasy type kid. a 6'4 almost 200lb kid, made entirely of muscley muscles and stuffed with fluff, like winnie the pooh. (lol poo).

shit did i write emails yet? oh bugger i didn't even get to write about anything else except that silly story about gods....lol ignore this post