[ 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

`` Could you just make that just a few pixels larger? My name is barely visible.'' 
 
 Meet Chad. His ego knows very few bounds. Enough so that Narcissus might say he's excessive. He just got promoted to being my boss a few days ago, and his ego had somehow grown larger. The other employees made a collective groan when he made an impromptu acceptance speech, as we already could n't stand his voice enough. It was as if Mickey Mouse had a smoking habit and had a verbal tic that caused him to unnecessarily elongate his sentences like some sort of Royal British stereotype. 
 
 And here he was, critiquing the design for the new company template, because he felt his name was important enough to have a bit more size. His superiors only did it to shut him up. 
 
 Now, what he did n't know is that I was two steps away from breaking a bet with the rest of my pantheon five years too early that I could n't handle being a human for 20 years, all because of Chad. 
 
 Now you ask,'What about him seems so bad?' Well, to start, Chad felt the need to nitpick my every move because I apparently'owed him my life for saving me from the street.' When I transformed into a human, I was supposed to start as a homeless man. He just happened to be the first I dared ask for change. 
 
 Ever since he decided to be'generous' enough for me to work in his employ, I had to do all his work for him. This was how he got promoted in the first place, because I refused to do sub-par work. A God's ego, you know? Which brings us to this. I let it slide the first few times, because you got ta turn the other cheek. Otherwise, you're just an asshole. 
 
 `` You do realize you do n't own this company, right?'' I said to Chad, hoping it would shrink his head. 
 
 `` Yet.'' The grin Chad had was punchable. `` If I keep up my work, I will own it.'' 
 
 I had to wonder which God was responsible for his dialogue, because this was horrible. I was really considering just losing this bet. 
 
 Chad leaned forward, right next to my ear. `` I already own you, Faestus, so I wo n't have to worry about being fired.'' His stale Cheeto breath practically singed my earlobe. 
 
 `` You know, Chad,'' I grabbed him by the collar, looking him directly in the eyes, his pale face being lit by the righteous golden flames my own eyes had become. `` There is a saying where I come from, that consists of nine words. I lost this bet, so grit your teeth.'' 
 
 Chad's last known expression was a look of fear as I punched him square in his smug face, sending him through several adjacent buildings. I made sure he at least lived through the damage, but he'd never smile again. `` Never cross the path of the God of War.'' 
 
 ( I ca n't really say this is even close to my best work. )
