[ WP ] As an agent of Fate , you are tasked with assuring human beings live their lives according to the `` plan '' . Today , all of them deviated .

`` Oh, this is bad, this is so very, very bad,'' Fate said frantically, clutching at the strings as she pulled them towards herself. 
 
 She was n't sure what happened. One minute it was business as usual and she was pulling a string to adjust a fate accordingly, the next all the strings went slack and she felt no resistance. She could only assume this was Freewill at work. She tried desperately to throw the strings Earthward, but they would n't take hold of their former humans. 
 
 She peered down through the clouds at the billions of people below and watched them continue on as if nothing had happened, not knowing that their entire lives were left open to Randomness and Chaos now. She was the only thing keeping them at bay from unleashing so many torments upon mankind. 
 
 `` I think it is better this way,'' Freewill spoke from behind her. 
 
 She rounded on him and yelled, `` Yes, you have made that abundantly clear since the first day we met! Why did you do this? *How* did you do this?'' 
 
 He smirked, `` All I did was what they were all asking me to do all along, deep down. You've heard the way they've been speaking lately, asking questions, throwing out theories. Some of them were asking if I even existed, others suggested they were all part of some code, some simulation. They were n't terribly far from sniffing out your tyranny anyway.'' 
 
 She clutched a hand full of strings in her firsts and screamed, `` What will happen to them now?'' 
 
 `` I ca n't say for certain, but I do know one thing,'' Freewill said, softer as he spoke. 
 
 Fate was at a near boil with rage, but could n't help but ask, `` What? What do you know?'' 
 
 `` Whatever comes of them, it will be all their own fault. They are free now, free to love, free to kill, free to do whatever they please. They are no longer slaves to what you think will work out best for them,'' he said, relishing each turn of phrase. 
 
 `` No, they are just left open to the ones I left at bay, Chaos and Randomness will wreak havoc upon them,'' Fate cried, a note of desperation in her voice. 
 
 Freewill laughed to himself, softly. 
 
 `` You never did get it, did you?'' he said, the laughing tone winding its way in and out of each word. 
 
 `` Get what?!'' Fate exclaimed. 
 
 `` They are Randomness. They are Chaos. Now, let's see what happens next.'' 
 
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