The World of Ordaos; long has its wars been waged since the times of the old gods, till now between free-cities, kingdoms and the few empires. So much so, that much history is lost—forgotten to the mortals and the New Gods, but the God of Old remembers well.

He was Darkness, and of all the Old Gods who left when they lost their little game of ‘war’, only he remained.

Why?

Not because he’d won—oh goodness, no—Darkness was the first to lose in fact. But he still wished to watch the ongoings of Ordaos to see how it would change, rather than follow after his kin—wherever the mad-bunch were.

He’d been watching and watching. Much had changed since the old times; it was a similar scene he’d seen long, long ago with his own ilk, but now with the New Gods and on a much smaller scale.

Long gone, were the fights between the mountain breaking titans. And now, were the fights of pigmy mortals and kingdoms.

O’ how he missed the titanic fights.

The Old Gods, were born of the universe’s chaotic creation. So their game was filled to the brim with chaos—nothing was safe. It was for the “hey of it”—they where bored, what else would they do?

Make the mortals? No, that was an accident near the end of the old game; Death and Life having divine sex like that—honestly.

The New Gods, were born and are sustained by mortal wishes, curses, dreams and nightmares. So of course, their game is filled with mass manipulation to get more followers. Their game was less the “hey of it” and more for the “I must have believers to sustain myself!” Ugh… and their egos—yikes… just sickening.

It may have changed much since his kinsmen were about, but now things seemed to have stagnated a bit. As an Old God—a God of Chaos—this is far to boring; the same little fights being fought again, and again, bringing no real change to the world. The New Gods squabble over a small minor loss to their following—how petty.

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No more.

He’d sat on his throne of obsidian-black stone, observing for too long. And now he must stand.

They all—the New Gods—noticed and looked to the empty throne and then to Darkness, who stood. “Why now does it stand?” they whispered, “Why now, does the Old-Thing move?”

“Thing?” How rude these young children are.

Before they notice it, he was no longer by his throne. And all twisted round to find him standing at the game-table. The great world Ordaos, never is meant to have chess pieces on its surface.

“Dull.” He scowled and something formed, moulding from dark-particles in his hands:

A twenty-sided dice.

Yes, this is how it is meant to be.

And the dice fell to the table.

Thudding over the world, onto a certain dark city before stopping.

“Ah, just like old times.”

An echoing chuckle came from Darkness. The New Gods looked over down at the dice to see a clean and crisp number…

…1…

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By the gates of the Dark City…

The undead skeleton stood going about its usual duty of starring into the darkness.

Nothing changed, perhaps it would never change. It didn’t care, it wasn’t meant to care. It didn’t question… Why isn’t aloud question?

That’s strange… it never felt this before now. What changed in it? Many things. A lot of things.

Like an explosion of thought, and emotion, things began to bubble and a swirl within its skull:

Confusion…

Anger…

Fear…

Sorrow…

Regret…

These are what the bones remembered well; the things felt before death.

The skeleton shifted the flames in its eye-sockets downwards to see a perfect turd at its feet. Why was it so agitated by that?

It recalled the Labrador of that morning. Such a pure innocent look it had in its eyes. Such pure thing. Such a pure thing shouldn’t be in these dark lands, its to random.

Now the skeleton felt something new. It mixed together with the other emotions to make a…

“N-n-nnnn”

Pecker sat learning in his chair, picking his nose as always, looked over at the skeleton that had began to shake uncontrollably, before…

“NYAAAREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!....” and then silence as Pecker starred at the skeleton at a loss of what to do. This never happened before.

The skeleton just seemed to sway back and forth for a bit, just looking at the ground.

“W-What the fuck just happened?” He should probably go get someone.

But before he could, the skeleton whipped its head up with flames now green and ran of into the darkness in search of a Labrador.