[ WP ] You live in a universe where the gods do wonders for their chosen followers . You are your god 's only chosen and you are really getting tired of his/her shit .

*I demand tribute! Bananas and comics must be brought to-* 
 
 `` No, shut up.'' 
 
 It had been like this since I was born. My father was the Chosen for our patron god, Agora, and when I was born the `` privilege'' passed onto me. My father told me that Agora is a fairly peaceful god, though his demands can be somewhat odd. As a kid, being a Chosen was actually not to bad. I would get excused from school to deliver Tributes to Agora's shrine and in return Agora would `` help'' me out. My father never warned me about Agora's `` help''. In one instance, after a particularly large tribute, I complained to Agora that the winter in my town was a little harsh and was hoping for him to relieve it. Instead, Agora raised the temperature from 18 degrees Fahrenheit to 92 degrees... and it stayed that way for five months. 
 
 Little things like this made me as a young adult stop giving Tributes to Agora, though that did not stop our connection. Agora would pester me all the time to give him tribute, but ignoring him simply made my life much easier. Now, working at some paper company in Pennsylvania, I just sit at my desk and try to ignore the shunned god. 
 
 *You can not ignore your family's-* 
 
 `` Yes I can'' I said responding to the divine voice in my head.
