shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

I guess so, but... it's weird, someone with ultimate power, who created an entire species, not knowing they have rights.

... I know the feeling. It's just strange that you do too. Since I'm a genie and you're a god, you know... It's a big gap, or at least, I thought it was...

It's not that I expect him to know everything. It's that I expect him to know that.

 

As if you even cared.

 

-shrugs- You can create slag too, amirite?

 

-time for the ignoring to start!-

 

Well, yeah, I can, but I'm not a god. *sighs* I used to be a slave, actually... And slaves, status-wise, are the opposite of gods, you know...

 

Thought it was obvious, but on the other hand you said you were opting to ignore her, so... (Kite shrugs)
I can give you the explanation.

While being simultanously very glad that in this dreamscape she can neither touch me, nor remember it in the waking world.

 

What makes you not a god if you can create slag? Sorry 'bout the slavery thing, btw.

...Still don't get it. (・_・ヾ

 

The slavery thing, for one. That and the ability to create stuff is nothing special in my dimension. Fairies do it, Anti-Fairies do it, Pixies do it, genies like me do it... It's just normal for us.

 

Because it wasn't an explanation.
But in easy terms: She loved and revered you, and is now feeling betrayed, and hurt. A deep, festering, rotten hurt that has consumed her so much that she can't let go. It's in her name, and the name of her city. At the very core, she defines herself not by what she is, but by what she is not. And tries to fill the hurt and emptiness by lashing out at you.

 

Who teaches the first? If anyone ever found the Source I never heard about it, and old Uni ain't exactly the teaching sort!

What's a god but a slave to their devotees, hm? Duty is a kind of chain, albeit one some of us wear willingly.

[Long-suffering sigh.] Hatefragging, daddy dearest, I'm sure you've heard of it.

 

...Huh. Sounds like a fun universe!

(´･_･`)
Oh.

 

"Well, they're part of your body, they just work, so that makes perfect sense." She walks around him, looking at everything. "You're an impressive tank! As for being in command of, tanks on my world have very limited intelligence, so a lot of tasks are carried out by a crew of humans riding inside the tank. Driver, hull gunner, loader, gunner and commander was what mine carried. The commander's job is to keep situational awareness to allow the other crew to focus just on their responsibilities, to issue orders in response to changing circumstances, and to communicate with the outside. We all took care of the tank and it took care of us."

 

Aw, Mala, shuddup!

 

No! C:

 

(๑و•̀ω•́)و
Put 'em up!

 

Sounds about right. [His voice is fond, even though he can't actually smile.] I've hadda go more heavy-fighter type, but that's what tanks are supposed t'do. Nice t'hear some things line up even between universes.

 

[A few wobbly tentacles rise up and plap gently across Primus's face.] Bring it on!

 

... but shouldn't he just know, though?

... but if it's of your own free will and leaving's an option, it's not slavery.

Maybe it is, but I didn't really get to have much fun when I was in it, 'cause of the slavery thing, you know...

 

Ｃ≡(・。・Ｃ≡)≡≡≡ Pchew!
-witness the deity playwrestling with his son-

 

Suuuucks. If you wanna go back ever hit me up, I'll see what I can do.