The New Lands and the Gods

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*reading through the thread, but before I do that, has anyone made humans yet? I’m planning to have Madria do so if not, being the goddess of motherhood and life.*

 *no humans. Although it may be fun to make a different race than humans. I have a wind god and a death god, maybe someday a music god (Duan). There is a deadly plague though… which is a little weird without humans.*

 *I have plans… Madria’s first children may not be humans, per Se…*

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Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.

all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.

 Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.

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Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.

all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.

 Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.

 She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”

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Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.

all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.

 Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.

 She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”

 The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”

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Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.

all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.

 Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.

 She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”

 The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”

 “I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”

*Sir Mr Snugglemurder. Or Zeus. Or Jesus. Or Buddha. Or Ganesha. Or smth*

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Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.

all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.

 Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.

 She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”

 The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”

 “I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”

 “But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”

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*Sir Mr Snugglemurder. Or Zeus. Or Jesus. Or Buddha. Or Ganesha. Or smth*

 *Zoosh*

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*Sir Mr Snugglemurder. Or Zeus. Or Jesus. Or Buddha. Or Ganesha. Or smth*

 *Zoosh*

 *WRATH OF... ZEUS!!!!!!!!!*

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*Sir Mr Snugglemurder. Or Zeus. Or Jesus. Or Buddha. Or Ganesha. Or smth*

 *Zoosh*

 *WRATH OF... ZEUS!!!!!!!!!*

 *Wath of Zoosh.*

*Can I do Snugglemurder as Chaos? Like not making anything but changing things.*

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*Sir Mr Snugglemurder. Or Zeus. Or Jesus. Or Buddha. Or Ganesha. Or smth*

 *Zoosh*

 *WRATH OF... ZEUS!!!!!!!!!*

 *Wath of Zoosh.*

 *Waph wuv Zowosw*

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Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.

all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.

 Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.

 She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”

 The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”

 “I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”

 “But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”

 She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”

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*Can I do Snugglemurder as Chaos? Like not making anything but changing things.*

 *Uhhhhhhhh so you know how much I love to make people happy, so Gonzalo wanted to do Chaos but is currently offline, so maybe you could talk that out with him?*

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Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.

all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.

 Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.

 She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”

 The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”

 “I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”

 “But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”

 She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”

 “But something we cannot ever eliminate… is bad people. There are many bad people out there. People who seek to cause suffering more than they seek to live. Not all lives are loving ones.”

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*Can I do Snugglemurder as Chaos? Like not making anything but changing things.*

 *Uhhhhhhhh so you know how much I love to make people happy, so Gonzalo wanted to do Chaos but is currently offline, so maybe you could talk that out with him?*

 *Ah I see. Then I'll just do smth else it doesn't matter too much, right? Maybe I'll do some deceit based dude? Or if that would be hard to work hate? Orrrrrrrrr life* 

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Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.

all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.

 Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.

 She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”

 The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”

 “I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”

 “But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”

 She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”

 “But something we cannot ever eliminate… is bad people. There are many bad people out there. People who seek to cause suffering more than they seek to live. Not all lives are loving ones.”

 “Are you speaking of the unborn mortals, who are yet to live lives? They are not… born evil. None are. None of my children shall be, at least. Neither shall they be born good, of course… what determines that is not chance, but how they are raised, is it not?”

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*Can I do Snugglemurder as Chaos? Like not making anything but changing things.*

 *Uhhhhhhhh so you know how much I love to make people happy, so Gonzalo wanted to do Chaos but is currently offline, so maybe you could talk that out with him?*

 *Ah I see. Then I'll just do smth else it doesn't matter too much, right? Maybe I'll do some deceit based dude? Or if that would be hard to work hate? Orrrrrrrrr life* 

 *Thank you :3*

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Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.

all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.

 Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.

 She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”

 The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”

 “I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”

 “But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”

 She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”

 “But something we cannot ever eliminate… is bad people. There are many bad people out there. People who seek to cause suffering more than they seek to live. Not all lives are loving ones.”

 “Are you speaking of the unborn mortals, who are yet to live lives? They are not… born evil. None are. None of my children shall be, at least. Neither shall they be born good, of course… what determines that is not chance, but how they are raised, is it not?”

 “There is chance in everything.”

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*Can I do Snugglemurder as Chaos? Like not making anything but changing things.*

 *Uhhhhhhhh so you know how much I love to make people happy, so Gonzalo wanted to do Chaos but is currently offline, so maybe you could talk that out with him?*

 *Ah I see. Then I'll just do smth else it doesn't matter too much, right? Maybe I'll do some deceit based dude? Or if that would be hard to work hate? Orrrrrrrrr life* 

 *Thank you :3*

 *Wait nvm life if taken so I'll come up with a third option later.*