The world wasn’t always this calm and relaxed…
The 72 races across all the different worlds, who finally decided that this pus-stained existence of conflict and death has gone long enough, had finally found the peace and balance that they longed for. Where there was once war between kingdoms, there are now trade routes. Where there was hatred between races, there are now families and friends. Even the wretched monsters such as goblins and orcs have found some way to engage in peaceful interaction with other people.
This, however, was not meant to last ...
A few hundred years of idle wait and boredom rotted away the hearts and souls of most gods, and along with it, any sort of acceptance towards the other weak races. Their most reliable form of entertainment was now gone along with all the pain and struggles of war. Yet, they could not directly interfere with the very nature of such beings as the original creator had prohibited it.
Slowly but surely, impatience turned them towards more sinister plans and complicated schemes. They never cared much about leaving their imprint upon the world, or interfering with how it worked, but immortality can always push a goal upon you. If they could not change the people, they would change their lives...
The idea was simple. How to turn despair into entertainment. A game where survival takes over the meaning of living and living becomes just another word for breathing.
Meetings upon meetings, full of sinister laughter and relentless bloodthirst seeping into the very essence of the Multiverse became a daily occurrence as they came up with new and innovative ideas. Those who didn’t partake, did not dare interfere as they were surely outnumbered.
These gods developed a peculiar way to make things more interesting for themselves, making it so the dungeon itself was alive, constantly building itself and generating new ideas for traps and events. The less time they spent managing this contraption, the more time to watch and laugh at other people’s expense.
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After thousands of years of planning, they finally finished the greatest and darkest creation of all time. All they needed to do now, was bring all the living beings across the world together inside the dungeon.
Not everyone that knew about it agreed to this plan, however. Two of the most powerful beings tried to stop this madness before it unfolded, as requests turned into sessions of begging and warnings turning into threats. Nevertheless, it was to no avail, as it only helped fuel their desire to see things through.
As such, plan was set in motion. Yet, it did not all go to plan ...
Blinded by their petty wishes, they only succeeded in sealing their own fate. As soon as they sent every living creature into the dungeon, the very balance of existence was broken.
The different worlds started crashing into each other and with each small bang, the Multiverse shook and crumbled. Gods began scattering about, running away from the cracks that were forming around them, slowly closing in. Their very existences were soon going to be nothing but dust in the grand scheme of things. It was already too late to stop it…
...but maybe not too late to change it…
The two last defiant gods rushed towards the now abandoned blueprints and plans, all in order to salvage what little pride was left of their race. The time they had was nowhere near enough to make any meaningful changes, but they were at least able to save the dungeon itself from destruction and those trapped inside of it from death, but not from the suffering that awaited them.
Moments later … nothingness …
Only a single endless world, floating in the void that was once known as the Multiverse, now rendered barren.