#worldsunnumbered

“Goofy juice is the simple answer. You get drunk and lose your inhibitions, some people are sad, some angry, and some are goofy when they drink enough. It’s kind of an acquired taste.”

He sets the cake and desserts on the closest surface and pulls three large jugs from seemingly nowhere before handing two of them off to Asher and Geno.

“So who’s in? First to finish then go the longest without passing out is the winner.”

“Sure. Sign me the fuck up. Might as well get drunk to celebrate my new life as the apparent warden of someone’s crazyness.”

“I just want to know what this alcohol stuff is. I think I have very vague memories of seeing it in the streets of Shanghai when young....” “What the hell is a Shanghai?” “It was a city. Keyword was. It was the first place I destroyed. I think they spoke some form of Chinese.”

They allow him to manipulate their arms away, not really bothering to fight him about it at all. “I’ll be quite blunt: I find you physically attractive and I wouldn’t mind spending a night of passion with you. If you don’t want to though, that’s fine too.”

The god again stares at them in silence, only this time, his silence was that of one thinking and not in shock.

He takes a deep breath and sighs.

Bring on the tears; Not accepting 

Rage against the machine Wonderland

Ⱶ   It wasn’t glitter this time. Nope, the egg was frolicking through the angel’s house with flower petals, getting them absolutely everywhere!

The docks had been very busy recently. Any of the merchants from the one world Spades had finally opened trade with would notice that for a long stretch of time, the docks were empty of all boats. Everyone was out gathering seafood, whether it be fish, crustaceans, or the massive sea serpents that required at least three boats to spear out of the stormy oceans.

And then, after a few Decas of absolute silence, it was broken with a boom as the ships returned all in one time period, laden down with the fruits of their labor. Large multitudes of smaller sea creatures, and a few massive sea serpents were draped over the hunting ships, wheezing out their last breaths.

Most of the serpents were hauled off to Eletio, causing the floating city to sink a few feet due to their massive weight. Much of the other sea food and almost all of the currently-available land-animal meat was also sent up to the land.

Shortly after that, the smells of cooking meat filled the air, dredging all of Eletio in the scent of cooking meats. Letters of invitation were sent out as well, one ending up in the room belonging to a current embassador, Thiiel. “You are invited to the King’s Feast, a time of celebration in Spades. It heralds the return of the king’s cheerful self, and the start of new diplomacy after napping. It also heralds the return of meat into the diet of many members of the country. The meal will be held in The Grand Galleon, a large dance hall that has been temporarily set up to hold the feast. Please present this invitation to gain access to the upper level, where the King himself sits.

*If food comas are entered, a place to rest will be provided.”

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“Me? A jealous woman?! Oh Thiiel, how could you accuse me of such things! How rude!” Mai was being a bit exaggerate, placing her hand again her head as if she was offended. Though the smirk still remained as she glanced back at him. “Oh please, hun. Don’t kid yourself, you are an ass... But you’re the good kind.”

It had been a while since a so called official meeting took place with the other deities or holy beings.

However, it was also still the same as any other one--boring and loud. No different compared to mortals when they argued amongst each other as well.

A sigh escapes as he waits for it to die down, which could take hours, perhaps a millenia? But, his eyes capture something beautiful. An angel he had yet met it appears and smiles to himself. He found his newest prey.

When there was some time given between the meeting, the god made his moved and stepped towards the angel, Gabe he found out from others calling out to his name.

“Cadewyn! Hello hello! Asher’s been up for a day and has been screeching at me the entire time. I’ve drowned him out with dragging in a few birds for incessant chattering.”

“Who the hell repairs a hand with tentacles, though!? Tha--” Asher is interrupted by what can only be described as a shitload of sparrows tweeting over him.“AND WHERE DID YOU GET ALL THESE DAMN BIRDS?!”