shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Slick shoots daggers at the poor cuttlefriend. He wishes for it to take its slimy tentacles and scuttle away.*

 

*this cuttle vwill not be scuttled*

 

*Friendship ended with Slick. Now @Scratch is my friend.*

 

*Scratch is not her friend. He scoots away from Itch, standing next to @Slick.*

 

*Slick doesn't want to stand next to any of these losers, especially not Scratch. He scoots the fuck away. 'Don't follow me', says his expression.*

 

*Suck my dick, says her expression.*

 

*is a nice decent guy, and unlike THESE GUYS still open for any tangle bu- friends,*

 

*Soft, edgy grumble noises. Slick is now Friendless. R.I.P.*

 

*Whuffles his hair. Nasty edgy child needs to be FATHERED.*

 

But... like, Primus... he's a... well, he's kinda like a master, just one that can grant his own wishes. 'Cause, well, you know... he's worshipped and he has control over shit and created an entire species. 'Cause he has power and no one forcing him to do anything with it. Harassing him, yeah, getting to him emotionally, but not... making him do shit the way people used to make me.

So, while I do kinda see your point, it also feels really weird, the idea that Primus is like me and that I'm like him,

So, that was what the Prime meant when he said the definition of a god is really broad?

Huh.

*sighs* I wonder why I never really worshipped my masters. They sure had a lot of influence in my life, much more than anything else did.

 

Angela appears and stomps off to a high-backed armchair that pops into view. She flops down on it and springs complain and air wheezes through the stitching lines of the leather.

"The only God I care about at this moment is the God of Vodka"

 

gods are fake and stupid.

 

Suddenly a cocktail glass appears in Angela's hand, with some unknown drink in it. Angela sniffs it, says "I thought so!", and sips it it.

 

[seeing a cuttlefish, juice squats by @sepia croni and stares at it, cocking one head to the side as they do so]
...cute...

 

Confirmation, pretty, Rambler's got the right of it. People'll worship a shiny rock, a weather pattern, a half-forgotten name, a warlord who leads 'em to victory... Some might get an ego boost off that, but it doesn't actually give most of those things power to anyone what doesn't buy in to the cult.

So's your hair!

 

If Parent is worshipped as a god and Mala is also kinda worshipped as a god... do I have that kinda responsibility too?
:o

 

Only if people start worshippin' you, bitlet, or someone puts you in a command post. [Even as he answers Ave, most of his eyes come to bear on Primus. Don't put a kid in command, dadgod, that didn't work out the last thirteen times and Ave deserves better.]

 

oh...
okay! Not sure if I'd be a good god anyway! I'm not even a month old!

 

Mmmmmhm. That much responsibility can wear on you, too. Take time to figure yourself out, lovey, you don't have to bother with our mess.