𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @tranquiloutcast the Ending Of A Solo Session Is A Lonely One, No Haggard Team Celebrating A Battle Hard Fought, No Confetti, And Most Importantly, No Genesis Frog. No Perfectly Bred Universe Waiting To Receive Its Creator. No, A Session Built For A Lord Was Never About Creation. It Was Always About Command And Conquer. in The End, Though, Zeke Did Have Everything He Needed To Build His Cosmos. He Just Needed To Think A Little Outside Of The Box. he Had His Canvas, The Dead Earth That Followed Him Into The Medium, And He Had His Brush, The Colossal Life Force Of Yaldabaoth. there Was Nothing On Earth That He Cared To Preserve. He Was The Last Of The Last, Surviving In The Post-apocalyptic Wasteland Just Long Enough To Be Shoved Through The Cosmic Meat Grinder Of Sburb Entirely Against His Will. And Now, At The End Of It, Standing At The Precipice Of His Hollow Victory, Anger Poured Out Of Him Molten Hot. the Unrelenting, Absolute Resentment Of A Man Who Never Asked To Be God Bled Out Of Him In An Unyielding Flood Of Raw, Blinding Emotion Carried On Thousands Of Iridescent Strings That All But Burst From His Skin, From His Core. The Strings Snapped Into The Blackened, Ash-choked Soil Of The Dead Planet Like Hungry Power Lines, Carrying With It His Fury And The Volatile Essence Of The Denizen That Gave Him The Ultimatum In The First Place. it Never Occurred To Him, Not In That State, That His Rampaging Vitality Was Cannibalising More Than Just The Life Force Of Yaldabaoth. Maybe He Would Never Realize That His Friends And The Handlers Alike, Fallen To His Blade, Were Being Dragged Into The Primordial Mixture Just The Same. Violently Pulled Into The Epicenter Of His Wrath Run Wild. would He Have Stopped? If He Knew That As The Planet Was Subjected To This Cataclysmic, Reality-bending Change, That Their Genetic Blueprints And Lingering Life Sparks Were Being Torn Apart At The Molecular Level And Woven Directly Into The Fabric Of Space-time? probably Not. Nor Is It Like That He Would Ever Have Been Able To Forgive Himself For That Fact. the Dead Earth Condensed Into A Single, Infinitely Dense Point Of Condensed Matter And Energy. The Universe Held Its Breath. then It Exploded Outward, A Microscopic Singularity Of Ruin, Divine Blood, And The Left Over Dredges Of Humanity Detonated Into A Violent Cosmic Expansion, Frantically Rushing In To Fill In The Void. the Crust And Mantle Of The Repurposed Planet Widened Into A Vast And Hallow Abyss, Stretching Across Billions Of Miles Of Newly Minted Void To The Tune Of Zeke’s Heartbeat. Continents Tore Apparent Into The Thin, Translucent Cosmic Membranes That Would Become The Walls Of This Reality, And The Molten Iron Core Shattered Into A Shower Of White-hot, Self-sustaining Stars And Swirling Newborn Galaxies. humanity Became The Bedrock Of His New Creation; Cara’s Quiet Resilience, The Heavy Gravity Wells Pulling Newborn Worlds Together. Milo And Nico’s Spirits Combined To Ignite The Core Of A Thousand Burning Suns Across The Tapestry. The Memory Of Humanity, Of Earth, Dissolved Into The Cosmic Background Radiation, A Living Breathing Universe Made From The Core Of The People He Failed To Save. hodgepodged Together With The People He Failed To Save Them From. his Creation Immediately Settled Into A Violent, Hyper-accelerated Soup Of Existence Driven By His Spite. Within The Newly Opened Expanse, Secondary Planets Began To Erupt Into Being, Ignited By The Sudan And Heavy Pressure Of The Rogue Life Energy Cooling Into Matter. Countless Stars Flaring To Life Did So In Brilliant, Neon-green Flashes And Burned With An Unnatural And Aggressive Heat That Warped The Space Around Them. eventually, The Bitter God Entered His Creation And Descended Onto A Planet That Saw The Cosmic Cooling And Evolution Of An Entire World Sped Up And Compressed Into A Matter Of Days. The Sky Ignited Violently With Atmospheric Gasses As Massive Flora Detonated Outward From Tectonic Fractures In The Planet's Crust, Breathing Oceans Worth Of Oxygen Into The Atmosphere. At The Same Time, The Seas Filled With Viscous, Primordial Amniotic Fluids That Gave Life To Entirely New Ecosystems In The Span Of Hours. zeke’s Frantic, Angry Pulse, Combined With Yaldabaoth’s Monstrous Legacy Forced Accelerated Evolution In Real Time. the First Organisms Didn’t Crawl Out Of The Seas, They Erupted From Them. Bones Splitting, Cells Mutating, Reforming In Seconds As The Planet’s Forced Vitality Dragged Them Screaming Into The Future. The Local Fauna Sprouted Jagged Bone-armor And Lethal Talons Just To Survive A World That Was Living Too Much, Too Fast. Just To Mutate In A Different Direction With The Next Breath Zeke Drew. exhaustion Caught Up To Him, Swiftly Taking The Place Of His Unchecked Wrath, So He Sought Out The Absolute Heart Of The Deepest, Oldest Jungle That Violently Conquered The Hemisphere He Occupied. the Environment Reacted To His Presence Immediately, A Sudden Terrified Hush Falling Over The Overgrown Jungle The Second His Shoes Touched The Soul. The Colossal Trees Froze, Their Bark Groaned As They Seemed To Bend Forward To Shield Their Angry God From The Still-volatile Sky. Thousands Of Eyes Blinked In The Undergrowth, Aggressive Wildlife Grew Rigid In A State Of Absolute, Submissive Paralysis To The Passive Aura Of The Lord That Invaded Their Veins. zeke Stood In The Dark, Damp Center Of The Jungle, Staring At His Hands Where The Glowing Strings Of Life Slowly Began To Slacken, Draping Like Heavy Cobwebs Into The Overgrowth. He Hated It. the Responsibility Of Conquest. Of Godhood. It Was All Too Much. he’d Not Even Thought About The Species' He “saved” From His Own Domineering Of An Entire Universe, The Planets Of Theirs That He Slotted Into The Black Hole That Lived In The Center Of Yaldabaoth’s Ultimatum. he Didn’t Want To Think About Them. The Members Of His Sanctuary Cabinet Knew What They Were To Do With Relocation. the Lord Of Life Just Wanted To Rest. For The First Time In His Life. with A Heavy Sigh, Zeke Knelt Into Dirt, And With A Single, Quiet Thought, Urged The Roots Beneath Him To Weave Together And Slowly Grow Into The Foundation Of The Isolated Cabin He Would Inhabit For Centuries To Come hilarious. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀