You've never been satisfied with existence, so it really shouldn't be a surprise that you've ended up where you have, looking at what you are.
I should tell you more, but the truth is that none of what brought you to where you are right now even matters anymore. Now all that is left is you and your thoughts and memories. The entirety of existence for the remainder of time is dependent on what you do with what you have now...
You are floating in inky blackness... no ground beneath your feet, no wind through your hair, you can't even discern any smells. You can't help but think that if Purgatory actually existed, that it would be a lot like this.
All there is now is what is in your hand... the parchment. It's an odd scroll that you remember God handing to you before everything went black. Fortunately, the lettering on the scroll glows with an eerie light so you can make out the writing:
"I've had it with your whining. You think you can do better? Fine. My power now rests in your head! Good luck not accidentally killing yourself!
By the way, the first creative thought you have will make this scroll disappear and all you'll have is just yourself and whatever you think into creation.
I hope you learn something from all this, but I'm really not expecting too much.
Sincerely,
God"
You can't help wondering what you did that finally set God off, but it's the one thing you can't really remember. You're not even sure if this isn't just some alternate universe, your own personal hell, or if maybe God actually destroyed all of existence to make you be in charge...
Well, as relaxing as the idea of just floating here with this creepy scroll is, it's probably time for you to make something with your mind.
What will it be?
I should tell you more, but the truth is that none of what brought you to where you are right now even matters anymore. Now all that is left is you and your thoughts and memories. The entirety of existence for the remainder of time is dependent on what you do with what you have now...
You are floating in inky blackness... no ground beneath your feet, no wind through your hair, you can't even discern any smells. You can't help but think that if Purgatory actually existed, that it would be a lot like this.
All there is now is what is in your hand... the parchment. It's an odd scroll that you remember God handing to you before everything went black. Fortunately, the lettering on the scroll glows with an eerie light so you can make out the writing:
"I've had it with your whining. You think you can do better? Fine. My power now rests in your head! Good luck not accidentally killing yourself!
By the way, the first creative thought you have will make this scroll disappear and all you'll have is just yourself and whatever you think into creation.
I hope you learn something from all this, but I'm really not expecting too much.
Sincerely,
God"
You can't help wondering what you did that finally set God off, but it's the one thing you can't really remember. You're not even sure if this isn't just some alternate universe, your own personal hell, or if maybe God actually destroyed all of existence to make you be in charge...
Well, as relaxing as the idea of just floating here with this creepy scroll is, it's probably time for you to make something with your mind.
What will it be?
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