Well, I guess I'll have a little fun and make a story about my God being told about this.
The Dark Tech God Fniff looked down on the one mile strip of completely goddamn useless one mile strip of land. There were no machines, no drawbridges and not even a goddamn piece of earth struck. He was completely useless here, and the Light Gods knew it. They all wanted him dead, with his encouraging of mechanics and magma floodgates which brought pain, suffering and burning to the land. That's what made him a "Dark God", apparently. Simple use of science and physics. Ignorant bigots, that's what the Light Gods were.
As Fniff's avatar (A male human who is a bit too tall, a bit too pale and plain just "Off" holding a rolled up script said to hold the way to get to Armok) wandered the square mile of uselessness, a red bird appeared.
"Oh great, it's you. Hello Armok..." Fniff sighed. He always disliked Armok. He was a bit too into blood sacrifice and pagan style worship. Fniff was a god of science, and he didn't like Armok's unscientific worship of blood. Gods should be smart, calculated and make sure they stick to the very facts of the universe they lay down.
"Yes, it is I, Armok, God of blood and terror, greatest God--"
"Shut up and get to the point! I have a lot of things to do! I have drawbridges to calculate, I have to make sure that the magma flows just right, I have to make sure that the blood in your dwarves doesn't randomly turn into solid gold!" Armok also rambled a lot. Another thing Fniff hated.
"OK, cutting to the punch-line, you can be a Light God if you do me a favor. 7 dwarves are coming in, and they are striking Earth. If you do this, you can redeem yourself of the horrible deed you did at Boatmurdered." Armok said.
Bloody Boatmurdered. Fniff allowed them to use magma in a way that should be impossible. He was young then. He was only made when the first dwarf made the first mechanic a few hundred years ago. He was always the youngest of the Light Gods, and was a pretty good one, but thanks to his youth never got anything. One mistake in Boatmurdered and they want him gone from their sight. Bigots.
"Hmm. Armok, you do realize that I don't care whether I am or am not a Light God? At most, I just want to have the entire realm in my hands. I want to stretch my legs, adventure some. Maybe have a little...Ya know?" Fniff smiled.
"Fine. Land it is. Just do something amazing while not killing the dwarves. Oh, and no freaking out the Dwarves. You look very odd." Armok said.
"Can I stalk them? They have never heard of me." Fniff always wanted to freak something out more then the occasional idiotic Elf. In fact, his avatar was made precisely for that purpose, so he could get some laughs after working hard.
"No. Listen, just don't frighten them." Armok sighed.
"I won't do your stupid challenge, then. In fact, I'll make sure that the first thing they build becomes hostile." Fniff smiled a very creepy smile.
"Oh Me dammit, OK! You can freak them out! Armok Jr, I can see why we got rid of you!" Armok flew away, into the clouds.
Fniff smiled and tried to search for any cave entrances.
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