You're an ancient Mesopotamian deity. You rule over dead souls in the underworld with an icy fist and possess the power to destroy the world. You can choose any form you wish, shapeshifting at will to any terrible appearance that will strike the most fear into everyone around you. Over the eons countless human sacrifices have been made in your name, cults have formed around your visage, tirelessly working to bring you to the mortal plane so you can reign your destruction upon the earth.
Then, one fated day, you succeed. You make it to the human realm and are ready to sink your teeth into the flesh of this world. But no one said you couldn't play with your food first.
You ask the nearest human to choose. Choose what terrible form you should take as you rake your claws into the earth and feast on souls with your terrible teeth. The human tries to resist, but you sink your senses into his pitiful human brain and pry it from him. Surely his terrified mind has thought of a nightmarish form for your oncoming conquest
You assume the form of Mr. Peanut.
Ok. So not the best form. You can't exactly destroy much like this, but you manage. The humans defeat you. Damn. Well, next time maybe you wont be so callous and will just choose a form yourself.
But then it keeps happening
And you are forced to realize that because some jackass in 1984 couldn't keep this thoughts straight you are now forever tied to the visage of a dinky foods mascot and keep manifesting with its STUPID FACE.
You think for a second maybe theres some higher deitys out there that for some reason keep giving you this form. But no, thats impossible. It's that stupid humans fault.
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