Star Trek deities are like. Here’s a man who ventured too far and became too powerful due to a strange barrier which humanity was never meant to cross, forcing his best friends to kill him for the safety of the galaxy. And here’s a spoiled little brat who wants to play knights. Here’s a man whose species is just beginning to evolve past their mortal flesh prisons, but his government was scared of this and thus persecuted all those suspected of evolving like this. And here’s a gay little shit who’s obsessed with a middle-aged bald man. Here’s a young woman whos parents were gods who tried so, so hard to be human, but were killed for using their godly abilities, and now she has to choose between living with the gods or living as a human and resisting the temptation to use her powers or face the same fate as her parents. And here’s the gay little shit’s even shittier cousin. Here are the gods of this alien culture who has been oppressed for decades, and they just discovered that these guys Are Real. And they chose a middle-aged man who DOES have hair and never believed in any religion much less this random alien one as their Jesus essentially. And here’s the gay little shit again. And then there’s The Koala