In the beginning there was nothing, a wide expanse of nothingness. From the void, there was suddenly something. A simple thing, for sure, but something nonetheless. All it was, was a simple white spark. Sometimes it shone brightly, and at other times it was black as night.
After time the spark divided, and there were two sparks. Now each was bright or dark whenever it wanted, and no longer was there a steady clock. Instead, there was nothing but randomness. Out of that randomness chaos was born. Chaos was the first, but it was lonely, so it made a counterpart for itself.
Order became Chaos’ twin, though it was younger by an infinite amount of time. Or it would be, had Order not created time itself. Time existed not in those first days, but order had a plan. Order began to organize the lights. Twenty Five million lights flashed a second, and so the world came to be.
Order and Chaos were jealous gods. The two of them fought over the world, and it became hell on earth. So they struck a deal, neither would directly effect the world. Instead, they decided, each would take turns adding something to the world.
Order created day and night, the progression of time, so that all would happen in its place. In response, Chaos created the weather and disasters that come with the seasons. Order created plant life, so that it would grow at a steady and perfect rate. Chaos responded by creating Animal Life, so that the world would always be fought between different beings.
Order created death, allowing all things to die and return to the ground, where they can once more feed the world above. Chaos created Rot, so that all things would be disintegrated, both in life and death, to homogeneous nothing. Finally, Order had a plan, something that would strike an ultimate change in how their little game would function. Order created mankind.
Mankind, the oldest of the races, was born on a virgin world. There was water, plant life, animals, but no sentience. Every being in the world was simple, only following its instincts to their logical conclusion. Chaos responded by creating hate in the heart of mankind, making it so that humans would never truly find peace. From this mankind fractured into thousands of tribes and Order smiled.
Order created the divine spark, so that mankind could create more gods, more beings that it and its siblings could talk to. Chaos responded by creating monsters, allowing the fears of mankind to create immortal enemies. Order was happy, and refused to make any more changes. Chaos raged, but was bound, now only to watch as the world changed before their eyes.
The first gods were the elder gods, born from both fear and faith. They were capricious, no mortal could look upon them without going mad or being killed. The elder gods did not care for their mortal followers, so the mortals turned to their own safety. Instead of mixing the blessings of fear and faith, they separated them, and created the first gods.
After the elders, the first purely divine gods were elementals, representing the great forces of the world. Gods of the seasons, of the sky, of the earth. All were born through the minds of men. At the same time, monsters arose in equal measure. Monsters who wished to eat the sun, to constrict the earth, to shake the heavens. The gods and monsters fought, and the elder gods began to sleep.
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Next came the time of rebirth. For the gods and monsters decided to try the same thing that chaos and order did, they made a deal, no longer would they fight directly. Instead, they bestowed their blessings upon the world and created the other races, mutating humanity into the many forms you see around you. No longer would humans own the earth, and instead their children would hold them equally.
The age of heroes was born from those ashes. Champions of the gods were born, and fought in a proxy war, allowing the monsters and gods to stay in their perfect cycles. They were willing to do nearly anything, and the heroes created legends around the world by fighting in brutal battles. Death was always around the corner.
But the age of heroes is gone, no longer can the fate of the world rest upon the shoulders of one individual no matter how strong. The age of empires is upon us. In this new era, you are blessed by the gods to fight the evils of the world through politics, through pressure, and through mass combat. We are the chosen peoples, and the world will tremble.
Coney breathed heavily when he finally finished, it really did take him a long time to write all that. He refused to do it wrong, but he’d finished the first passage, and hopefully that would be enough for Aloysius. “I’m done with the first section.” He said, wearily as he looked around the office. The sun outside had gone down past the edge of the building, and the sky was red. He really had been there for a long time.
“Good.” The master said. “I hope you have learned your lesson. Next time, you will be writing twice as much.”
Coney nodded. It was really fascinating reading all that, but man was it exhausting trying to write it. Honestly, his hand was cramped just thinking about going again… well, maybe that was from all of the writing, but either way. “I’ll… I’ll do my best Master Aloysius.”
“One can only hope. Now, go get a good night’s sleep. You look like you need it.” He smiled softly, his much more gruff exterior melting for a second. “And get some water. You don’t look so good. Copying the legend lore from the good books can be difficult, but it is our duty. Perhaps your words will help others see the light. We’ll see.”
Coney nodded and stretched, leaving the room. In the corner of his vision there were a variety of notifications.
Skill Raised: Scribe 0 to Scribe 3
Skill Gained: Lore (Prehistory) 1
New Effect: Thirsty
Effect Increase: Thirsty to Parched
New Effect: Hungry
Game Notification: Recommended Game Time exceeded.
“This game really does have a lot.” He looked up at the little dot, or at least where it would be. It had gone out after an hour, because he’d set it to data saving mode. “I… I don’t want to record any more.” He sighed. He walked down the stairs. On one of the steps was a small statue which had water in a basin constantly flowing. Dipping his paws in, he drank until his throat felt safe again.
Effect Decrease: Parched to Thristy
Effect Removed: Thirsty to Hydrated.
Well that was taken care of. He didn’t know where to go next. Sitting down on his step he looked up at the sky. “Computer, eject game.” It took a minute, but afterward he faded to black, and he was back one layer up, and with a gesture he was back in his real room, and boy he felt thirsty again.