[ WP ] Gods are ranked based on how many worlds worship them . Stronger gods with a monotheistic church , while weaker gods band together into pantheons . Despite this however , one planet remains unclaimed by any god . And for good reason , as Earth is an experiment to breed a species that could kill gods .

The universe had been controled by gods since it's birth countless millinea ago. Mighty deities that wound planets around themselves and could create matter from nothingness. They alone wielded absolute dominion over the stars, appearing to us often as inanimate objects or in our image, to give out their commands so that we might carry them out. 
 
 And they were expected to be carried out, for the wrath of gods was not to be trifled with. 
 
 All planets and all races bowed to one god or another, that was a simple truth. They rule from their Parliament at the center of the universe, in a shattered world suspended by their power. The Hall of Parliament floats in the aether, surrounded by broken ships and the lifeless bones of a hundred different species. It is illuminated by six trapped stars, chained in a circle around the immortal structure with it's glistening white pillars and mosiac'd windows. Etched carvings on the walls tell the story of what happened to those who would oppose the gods. Pictures of bipedal lizard things writhing in agony and giant insects with furry mandibles crying over their dead younglings decorated those carvings. 
 
 Here, in the Hall, the gods squabbled and fought among themselves, participating in bloody power struggles where their servants would suffer greatly. These all powerful beings would look to the skies, skies that they own, and want for more. Until one of them would have it all. 
 
 One of them came close. He played their game well and ended up blazing across a quarter of the universe with his followers, until he was struck down and mortally wounded. The God craweled away from his laughing brothers and sisters, who had banded together to stop him. He found a lifeless and dead corner of galaxy, ruined by a struggle between gods eons past and laid down to die. 
 
 However, this God was, like most gods, a vengeful one. He would not die without a fight. With his last reserves of power he created a new lifeform. It was a pudgy pink thing that stood on two legs. It did n't have any claws or armor to defend itself with and was generally pretty pathetic to look at. The God sighed as he bled like a stuck pig. It would have to do, he decided. 
 
 God taught the creature hunt and farm. He told them to observe the world around them, to always be curious and that knowledge was to be treasured above all else. The creatures were taught to be kind to eachother and to cooperate as best they could. 
 
 The God smiled at the villages that his creation had built and did something that was unthinkable to his fellow divines. 
 
 `` What are you called, my child? ``, he asked the pudgy pink creatures. 
 
 The creature that blinked at the omnipotent being and answered, `` We are human.'' 
 
 The God raised a trembling hand and gestured around him and asked, `` What do you call this place that you have tamed and made your home?'' 
 
 The man thought for a moment before gathering up his fellow men. They huddled in a circle for a while before the same man stepped out and said, `` This place is called Earth.'' 
 
 The God smiled at them. Then he scowled. His time was running up. `` I have something new to teach you today.'' 
 
 He taught the humans how to hate. They ate it up voraciously and in just a few years the world woud see it's first wars. God smiled once more and gave one last gift to the humans, before dying. 
 
 The humans matured on their muddy blue marble of a planet, growing and learning and killing. All without any divine supervision. It took a few millinea until the gods noticed something new growing in a forgotten part of the galaxy. It was not long until they tried to impose their will on the humans. 
 
 The humans had never lost their belief in the dead god. It was a civilisation that danced in his blood and worshipped his corpse. They had made up these wild stories about him, ones where he was a she or where he was a three headed hydra or one where there were many gods. All this love and attention for a dead thing. 
 
 When the gods arrived in the milky way with their armies, ready to battle amongst themselves, they found something horrible and disgusting. It was an new deity, made from the rotting corpse of an old one. A God of Logic and Science that frightened them. The humans, a race with free will and free thought, had killed millions for that stoney eyed god and they had done it so *happily*! 
 
 Those gods ended up fleeing, with their armies broken and many of them dead. 
 
 Nobody talks of the Terror of the Milky Way, on threat of death. The gods joke and laugh in their pristine Hall about the silly race of soft weaklings that worshipped a corpse, but there is fear in their eyes. 
 
 And you know what? They're still there. The humans sit, waiting, building their ships and giving worship to that abominable god that pays no attention to the laws of the divine. 
 
 They wait for their chance at revenge. 
 
 They will wait for an eternity. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

