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The Universe fired these messages and more throughout space to nestle in the minds of a select few entities. Numerous members of The Pantheon Of Gods were waking after hundreds of years to a bright blue box filling their vision.
Any being with a high enough intelligence stat could receive the benefits of 'The System'. The blue screens, with which they would interact, gave them a path to self-advancement and provided much sought after information. However, the only entities privy to the details of The Choosing were The Gods. The only reason they were afforded this commodity was that they were integral to The Choosing.
Among the Gods, many felt hatred toward the mysterious entity named 'The Universe'. After all, it was they who were supposed to be the supreme beings. Yet, going against rules established by 'The Universe' was often impossible and other times brought great punishment, the likes of which none would even want to think about.
Success!
Candidates identified, attempting transportation...
Again messages were displayed to Gods. They knew the drill. Every 500 years a select few individuals would be chosen from a human species in any of the lower 'cannon fodder' universes. These humans would be called Candidates and would bring significant change to the new world they would inhabit. Champions, however, were candidates chosen explicitly by the Gods and would be their means to affect the mortal world. This wasn't the first Choosing by any means. Every 500 years, the same process would occur and would bring to the land, worldwide chaos.
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By nature, all Gods were proud beings. It was because of this nature that they believed The Choosing to be named so after their choice in Champions. In actuality, The Choosing entailed far more than the decisions of the Gods.
This time, preceding the messages was a brief flash of light around the bodies of Gods and Candidates alike. This light seemed to contain both light and darkness intermingled. Experience would identify these telltale signs as the teleport function of the grey space dimension that all Gods and Candidates would warp into for The Choosing.
Meanwhile, a particularly strong demon was laughing from his throne in Hell. His plan to vanquish the influence of the Gods was coming to fruition. Gazing at the God bound in pulsing golden chains at his feet and surrounded by his army of fellow demons, he felt invincible.
It was during this time that the Gods started to dissolve into nothing, only to appear in the grey space dimension a second later. The following message caused the hearts of all Gods to skip a beat.
ERROR: Godly intervention detected
Intervention prevented.
Age Of Retribution triggered, deploying the necessary catalyst...
All gathered Gods had concealed features, yet a trained eye could tell there was something off. This dimension had a unique effect on Gods, namely all Gods gathered would be shrouded in a smokey black shadow; their appearance almost completely concealed. And so all figures stood, some shuffling on their feet, some had movements that seemed oddly stiff while others were like predators trying to give off an air of strength and power. A trained eye could again tell that this show of force was just that, a show. The Pantheon was almost always engaged in some argument, yet none spoke a word at this moment. Even the Pantheon was subject to mortal emotions.
The Pantheon of Gods waited in silence, pulses firing like machine guns. What being would dare risk the wrath of the system? No single known being even had the power to do so on a scale as large as this! Not even a God could! Lastly, and perhaps the most crucial thought coursing through their heads; What. The. Fuck. Is the Age of Retribution?