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Deus Ex Machina: Verdict of a God

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Time 52m

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"Gods are fickle. Gods are proud. Gods are spoilt, inconsiderate, moralless, vile-" 
    
    Whoa there! *whispers to slaves* 'How'd that one get out? Nevermind, punishments later. *now speaks aloud* Hello! Welcome! Please excuse that, I haven't broken it in yet. Y'all know how those Iridirtiques are. Hope you're ready for some qualit- 

 "Death to the gods! Neyana viciet! No mor-" *a loud crack sounds* 

    Fuck! How hard is it to shut up a mortal? Freakin' Iridirtiques. Feel all privileged just because they live a bit longer than the other ones.  I mean, really. *sighs* Slaves, right? Sorry, I'm ranting.
    
     Well, this whole thing's been ruined. Sorry for taking up y'all's time. Just keep a watch out for some strange new people. 

*walks away and mutters angrily about '100 centimeter centipedes' and 'ears'*.All Rights Reserved

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