#technoboar

Technoblade was the god of Harvest. His worship was found in fingers buried in rich soil, his ichor in the sweat trickling down one’s brow. A god of dedication, day after day of slow progress. In him, the reward of a job well done. For those in his favor, the magnification of their wealth tenfold and the roundness of their stomachs. For those not, simply the reaping of what they’d sown. A fair god, beloved god.  Or, so he was initially. All gods discard past versions of themselves like worn snake skin, molding into new incarnations. Technoblade was no different. He settled into novel violent roles, soon forgetting his dead past self.  But the mortals did not.