Huaa

Rubbing my eyes, I awoke. In front of me were a plethora of floating blue boxes.

I'm tired as hell from working for the past 7 days straight in order to fix my guild. From what, I dunno?

Why can't I actually do something interesting? I play video games to have fun, not labor away as a guild master. Yes, arguably I make stupid amounts of money, but who cares. I want to have fun, I whine while throwing a minor temper tantrum. Looking up I saw a well, relatively tall guy with flaming golden armor matching his long blond hair standing in the doorway. As soon as I saw him I immediately stopped, straightened up, and coughed slightly.

"Arthur, how long have you been there" I inquire

"I just came recently" Arthur replies

"You saw nothing again"

"Nothing at all. I have neither seen or heard or smelled or felt anything" Arthur

"Right, so why are you here?"

"We are going to raid Hell: Hellmode soon and I was wondering if you could come" Arthur

"Haven't you been doing that for the past month? How would I change things?" I whine

"I didn't think of that. You're right." Arthur clapped back, "You won't change much."

"How nice of you to tell me I'm useless"

"Well, you have a meeting with the investors soon" Arthur reminds me while leaving with a smile that made girls swoon, make men jealous, and make me wish this was more realistic so I could feel his face on my knuckles. Fine, punching your friends is bad. Just a slap then please?

-I hate life. I can't even do stuff with my guild anymore. Well off to the meeting.

I bang my head on my desk then drag myself off the chair and start down the hallway. The meeting was boring as usual with everyone talking about how great everything was going and how profits had increased by 50% and how they were expected to rise another 70% by the end of the year, which was 3 months away. Blah, this was because currently their guild was the largest containing some 30% of the player base and owning a majority of towns, cities, and fortresses. How that happened or why we haven’t been nerfed yet I do not know. Blah blah, they were also the only guild that was raiding Hell Hellmode and thus had the only source of true endgame equipment. Blah blah blah. Just as the meeting couldn't get any more boring,

[Congratulations to guild The Professional Kickers of Ass for completing raid Hell on Hellmode]

[Worldwide event Armageddon will start in 48 hours. Players, get ready for the Final battle.]

[Have Fun]

-Even the devs hate me. How dare they!!!

I released a loud and prolonged sigh as my forehead kissed the table.

Suddenly a crazy idea manifested in his head and immediately his head shot up. What if the devs don't hate me but are instead trying to send me a message.

They have heard my pleas and are telling me to enjoy myself. But how? Anything I want I can get. Except of course the required levels and gear to fight the big bosses of Armageddon. Perhaps that might not be it. If this is the final battle that means the rumors of them making a sequel are true, the dumbly named Swords and Fantasy and Magic. Really a mouthful, but they were never good with names. Maybe that's just it. Magic. Ever since I was a kid I have always loved magic. Not like boring fairy tale magic, with witches and knights. No, but magical empires with giant magical cannons that can blow up mountains and flying wizards that can flood cities. Basically super science. It's like science but less annoying and more fun. Maybe I should become a magician in the next game. The boredpeople, haha I’m really funny, wouldn’t allow it though.

Eureka!

Suddenly I stood up and ran out the room and to the nearest church. I passed beneath the massive archway leading into the golden gothic style church. There were currently a row of silver and gold clad holy knights on guard. Walking up to the head guard, I ask "Is the pope currently available?"

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"I believe he is, but just make sure" Head guard

I nod, and continue on until I came to an ornate golden door with 2 knights in the most glamorous and over the top armor one can think of(except for 40k). "Is the pope free?"I ask the holy knights.

"Yes, but could you wait a moment to tidy things up?" the knight answers.

"Nah '' I reply, brushing past the knights and walking into the room stunning the knight.

The pope was currently tidying some things up as I walk in.

"You could have told me you were coming," the pope replies when I arrive

"My bad, I came here on a whim. Well anyways, can I speak with god?"

"Ha, what a funny request, I would have turned anyone down, even you, before, but it seems, due to Armageddon, some things have changed. "

"Thanks, can you hurry up though"

"I never said for free, I can't let him just meet everyone"

"Cost doesn't matter just hurry up"

Suddenly everything turns white and I'm transported to some black room and facing a giant, whose head couldn't be seen. Just then a notification appeared.

[You are in the presence of God. Due to not meeting certain requirements:

All stats /2,147,483,647

All set bonuses effects /2,147,483,647

All cooldowns *2,147,483,647]

"Great to se…" A great booming voice intercepts me mid sentence.

"Nice to see you I, you may not know much about me, but I know everything about you. What brings you here today?" God

Hmm. He's a stalker that claims to be omniscient, but doesn't know why I'm here. What a useless god.

"Well god nice to see you, but can I speak to God."I said as politely as I could without sounding sarcastic

"I am god" god

"I mean the big guy upstairs" I

"There is nobody above me" god said looking upwards

"Yeah whatever. Yo devs, can I speak to you!"

"I always was curious, who are these Devs you immortals always seem to either curse at or love? You cer … " god

Suddenly a human sized figure floats down from above god. "I'll take it from here"

"So there was someone above me" god murmures, "Are you perhaps the mythical Devs?"

With a flick of the wrist the figure removes god and lands right in front of me.

[You are temporarily God as god has been banished from his domain.

Health Points: Killing yourself would be a massive undertaking

Strength: Can blow a mountain away with a breath

Defense: You can eat an exploding nuke without damaging your gums

Agility: Can run backwards in time

Intelligence: Human sized quantum supercomputer

Wisdom: So wise that wisdom itself can't comprehend]

[Title: God for a day

Description: You have done the impossible and become god for a day

All creatures no matter how small or large look up to you with respect and fear]

There were also a bunch more useless notifications telling me God's duties, but who cares.

"Sweet, I'm god now. Grinding for my levels will become so much easier, thank you devs" I say and start to leave.

"Wait, wait wait. You can't just call me then leave."

"Yeah I was going to ask you something, but now I'm God so that my problems are gone, bye bye."

"Stay or I'll cripple your account."

"Fine, stop being so gwumpy" I mumble

"Well anyways, my name is Sora, why have you summoned me"

"Well I'm bored" I reply nonchalantly.

"And?"

"I was getting there, well for your next game I want to get somethings"

"Haha, I'm sorry we can't do that"

"Listen, as you know I have a bunch of useless amazingly op magic gear, but I'm a swordsman. I did you guys a favor by keeping them away form others. They're useless to me. If I recall correctly, your next game will be set a couple thousand years after Armageddon."

"Where did you hear that?" his eyes narrow

"I have my sources. Well anyways, I want to be able to somehow use those items in the next game without having to do all the work."

"That would break the game and provide an insane advantage to your guild. Why would I do it?"

"I'm honestly planning on quitting the guild, it stopped being fun and I feel so tied down nowadays. I have basically completed everything I wanted, and have all the money I would ever need, and ten lifetimes of fame. I just want to have some stupid fun, and as guild leader I can't do that. I need to think about the future blah blah blah. So what I plan to do is just go solo for the whole game and try to do my own thing. I'll be that mysterious old drunk guy, that does nothing when you need him yet miraculously scares a dragon off with his mere presence"

"Interesting, so what's in it for us?"

"You can use my account however you want for marketing"

"We basically can already though"

"Imagine all the legal problems, and those from my fans as well if you do that. It would be more trouble than it's worth. I'll let you use my character however you want and you let me get those items in the next game. I could even be your spokeswizard in the next game"

"Let us think about it," Sora replies, stroking his chin. "One sec"