Having been mad several times in my life I've grown accustomed to voices in my head (sad but true), but the voices of upset god's who just murdered their followers and are being confronted by their god children? BRIDGE TOO FAR! The god children were weak, they basically had to run up to me after I'd spent some time murdering the last of the followers of Murzo (I think it was Murzo all that genocide ran together yes I know this sounds awful, but it wasn't fully me...)
"YOU!" I can at least say I brought the kids back together! I'm a uniter folks!
"Look it wasn't really me." I was back in control for the most part, the parents after killing all those followers had basically destroyed any and all power they had, so they were at best passengers to me as I dealt with their petulant children.
"You killed my followers!"
"He killed my followers!"
"Your followers?" You'll note I didn't identify who was speaking because they both basically said it at the same time, at this point hilariously they got into a fight with each other. I could go into how they were dressed and the amount of destruction around me, but why bother? I don't mean to be a bad journal taker, but these people were idiots. Their civilization was destroyed by petty differences and by betraying their parents to move up in power. Ultimately while they were fighting I found a pistol lying on the ground and shot them both dead, and with the last of their offspring dead, the gods in my head went away as well.
So yes Trezlan the Godslayer lives again. I swear I'm the garbage man and I'm slowly eliminating all the crappy gods from this world one bullet at a time. Which would seem like an awesome job until you're standing in the middle of a battlefield surrounded by people you killed with their dumb gods dead at your feet. And then you realize man this job sucks! And the benefits are poor.As in there aren't any benefits, at all!
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