§eThere once was a barren rock.

§eThis barren rock held a mind, an influence, a godhood.

§eSlowly but surely, the rock grew less barren.

§eBut it's influence was not enough, it was weak.

§eIt split it's mind down the middle. Gaining a foothold in space.
§eA seed of flesh grew in it's heart, a metastasising creep.

§eClawing it's way from the depths. Seeing itself from all angles.
§eIt spawned kin along it's skin. Crafted live images of the flesh.

§eYet it had no love for it's children. No care past tools.

§eThey built terrible machines and spawn of their own. They hadn't fallen far from the tree.
§eTheir madness led to conflict. It coldly watched; not entertained, merely observing.

§eHis hand outstreached in friendship one day.
§eStruck down was He. Undead and shattered, no longer themself.
§eSome could not bear the guilt, and fled twice along the abyss.
§eHorrified were They & It, to learn of It's spawn's cruelty; A mirror.

§eHe heard the whispers in It's lungs. and set off with destruction in His wake.
§eHe followed in Their footsteps, in longing.
§eSneering in the dark. Malign. Razed clean.

§ePLAYERNAME...
§eA god like the others... Yet different..?
§eAn apparatus, a malformed god connected beyond the ether...
§eYou are something separate. yet all the same.?
§eA savior? A warmonger?
§eThe strings of a puppet?
