[ WP ] You are an omnipotent god . Out of boredom you decided to live an ordinary human life vowing not to use your power . 15 years has pass and you have a 9 to 5 working for a major tech company . Your boss has been tormenting you for years and you have reach your limit

Every single cycle I have seen my creations go through and I have to choose to live in this one. I gave them legs, hands and senses so they could explore the world I created for them, so they could feel what I felt when they looked at a mountain for the first time. Instead they choose to stare at the world through various screens. Living lives of fantasy through digital avatars, which is the same as my current predicament I suppose. Being the creator had become tiresome. I would build worlds full of infinite wonders but would have nobody to share them with. From a far I would watch as the beings I created would progress and invent. Sure sometimes I'd give them a little nudge, sliced bread, you're welcome. Other times I took my eye off the ball and bad shit happened. I went to a Gods retreat. In God years this was about 3 days. When I returned there had been two world wars and the creation of the A bomb. So it was 2002 in your human years, 6107659 in God years and I was bored. The 90s has been so much fun but then as usual the rule makers who do not follow the rules started to strangle all the creatives again and money became to involved in everything. So I decided to join you for a while and here I sit some 15 years later wondering why the fuck I am still sat at this desk staring through the glass door at Martyn Thorpe acting like the king of the world. He used to be a member of our development team, the worst one at that. Around this time last year he earned himself a little promotion based on a new programme we developed to help companies monitor the usage of credit cards. To the team it was huge, to me I was just happy to be sharing a moment until the weasel Martyn took all the credit. He was the driving force behind the idea but I was the driving force behind him. You see, I still hear prayers and will occasionally tinker in a life or two. Martyn had been praying hard and he would cry while he did it. I took pity on him and gave him the idea and every time he looked like he would mess it up I was there to make the save. Since his promotion Martyn has been a grade A cunt. Your personalities are not something I can control, free will and all that, so he is now drunk with power. Last week I almost smited him with a lightening bolt but that would be murder. It's taking everything inside me to hold back my Godlike power. Living as a human has made me understand one thing. Free will was a bad call. You people are generally decent but when you are bad you're fucking dicks, like massive massive dicks. I did n't swear until I came here now I swear like Lucifer, who does n't exist by the way. May be I'll cut the breaks on his car so he gets in to a fenderbender in his new company BMW, that would be a sneaky human thing to do as a God I could give him cancer or leprosy. Or the plague, it's been a while since I fucked someone with the plague. Nah. I'll just sit here and moan about it to myself and anyone who will listen in the hope that they in some way agree with me. Or I could go home and sulk, I mean back to my position as God almighty and we all know what a sulky God would do. Just ask the Egyptians.
