[ WP ] Excerpts from an immortal person 's life through the ages of humanity

Death. Death comes for us all. Except for me, of course. I am immortal. I am the watcher. And I do n't much care. 
 
 Quantum manipulation. Magic. Now, the Culling of the Branches. This almost feels like a story. A weird story, patched with fanfiction. 
 
 Right now everyone thinks the universe started with the Big Bang. No. Azathoth dreamed all of this. There was never a Big Bang. 
 
 Everyone thinks the worst person who ever lived was Hitler. No. It was Randolph Carter, the mad scientist who tore reality apart. Hitler was merely fiction back then. A fiction, from a story named'Mein Kamph'. That book was pretty popular, mainly because it detailed the life of a man under overwhelming stresses, eventually cracking to the pressures and becoming a fascist dictator. 
 
 You know, there used to be a book by a certain M.O.Ses. Merlin Osil Ses. It detailed the fictional Great Old One known as Yahweh. I'm sure you all know about it, since he is worshipped now. 
 
 The black void is thick with uncertainty. Scientists right now has figured a law known as Quantum Uncertainty. It used to be the Theory of Nyarlathotep, which was named after the Pharaoh-Scientist, Nyarlathotep, who also discovered the Outer God of Intelligent Design, who the Pharoah named'Nyarlathotep' as well. There were a few myths about the Pharoah. Some say he is an avatar of the Outer God of the same name. However, nowadays, the Pharoah, and his Outer God, were both discredited, for you can not have intelligence if you lack any conceivable goal. 
 
 Nyarlathotep gains nothing for toying with us. That much I can be certain of. The Outer Gods have no politics. No politicians. His very nature is alien to this universe. I can understand Azathoth, but not Nyarlathotep. Perhaps I should analyze him further. He makes no sense. 
 
 Nyarlathotep is strange among the Outer Gods, since he seems to be ascended from a lower state of matter, rather than descended from a higher state of energy. Kind of like the difference between a mod that become a game, and the games that becomes mods. Well, that is the best explanation I can give that will not tear the untrained mind, anyway. 
 
 For those of you who know, it is more akin to the result of a program modifying highest-level code in the program, completely changing it, and still somehow functioning and moving and doing all sorts of things, rather than a programmer inserting it in. 
 
 Nyarlathotep might just embody evolution, though evolution is n't really a very high-level behavior. 
 
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 Let us get even further back. 
 
 Once upon a time, I used to be a flutist. A very good flutist. I played with the drummers, mainly because I wanted to. 
 
 Azathoth, being Azathoth, continued to snore. However, through his snoring, I managed to piece the pieces together. 
 
 Some pieces, mind you. Mainly Quantum Warping and other things that I use everyday. 
 
 How I got to Azathoth is another tale to be told. 
 
 You want to hear the tale? 
 
 Here it is. 
 
 I was just an ordinary person. A magician, with the usual 5-fingered hands, two arms, two legs. Yes, I was completely ordinary. There is nothing weird about me. No, I'm not secretly a yellow orb of energy assuming corporal form. 
 
 I used to manipulate strands of things. 
 
 Other stuff too. 
 
 Then I made a portal. 
 
 The portal changed my life forever. 
 
 I wo n't get into the details, though. I do n't want you to do that thing. Besides, it's too long. 
 
 It would serve as a tale for later. 
 
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 So anyway, I peered within Azathoth, and I saw some code within. Azathoth, you see, is made of code. A lot of lines of it, constantly receiving input and output and other things. Some people see him as some weird tentacled being, though. I guess that is because tentacles are code. I do n't know for sure, though. 
 
 I used the knowledge, to, well, acquire some food. Uranium-235 cakes, slowly decaying, are filling ( though I miss sugar ) enough to sustain my reality-warping energy to acquire better food. 
 
 After which, I am a lost of what to do. Maybe I should meet Zkauba, and tell him of whatever I want to tell him about. 
 
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