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Deus Ex Machina: Verdict of a God

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Reads 75
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Parts 11
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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"Goodbye Curly Head" by NUmaker

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A Thousand Life Times

She's lived as an Empress, Doctor, Noble lady, Assassin, Slave and even a Dancer. She had so many identities, so many faces and life times that she didn't even remember what her first life was about, nor could she remember her name. Yet now, having given all that she could, fighting through the night until her last breath surrounded by enemies on all sides. Even with her vision starting to blur, there was no hints of fear in her eyes. 'Please just let me die.' Praying to the Gods above, she only hoped that when she closed her eyes, this time, they would never open again. But it did. "FUCK!" She cursed at the Gods above! Reborn into the body of an orphaned daughter? No problem, what she had was wealth and honorary title that her father had left behind! Married into an infamous Generals' manor? Fine! As long as he doesn't disturb her, he is just another big money tree for her to take shelter under! This time she was determined to lead a lazy and peaceful life, taking a break from "living". But why does it seems that God had other plans for her. Things weren't as simple as they turned out to be.