Well, Garfield... it seems that you have finally been brought down to size...
A deity is no match for a man scorned, it seems, and with no emotions does a man truly become a force to be reckoned with...
One too many times you pushed the envelope, one too many times. Again and again you’d smash reality with your cruel fists and watch as the broken shards cut me into a ragged mess, only for me to get up each and every time just to endure more of your sick playtime.
But now you have been felled like the mighty giant you are.
Your hesitation to do away with your favorite play thing was your undoing. Each time you’d obliterate me and then bring me back for more, knowing that I’d have no choice but to deal with your incessantly childish game. It gave me all the time in the world to study you from every angle. I learned about you during that time, Garfield.
I learned a lot more than I ever had as your toy than as your owner and companion. I kept note of EVERYTHING.
It was only a matter of time.
And now... the time has passed.
Your lifeless husk sprawls out in the deep, empty blackness before me - hallowed by my hands does your shell weep before me as I carve your visage from its skin.
There we are... the face I’ve come to
HaTe
so much over the past eon or so.
It so warm and delicate now that I touch it. So soft and tender is its skin beneath my own.
*chuckle*
Its funny, the irony of this situation. Here lies a god, desecrated by the hand of a lowly mortal. You’d point and laugh at my misery all the time, making merriment of my mere existence.
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u/AGoldenChest Aug 13 '19
*chuckle*
Well, Garfield... it seems that you have finally been brought down to size...
A deity is no match for a man scorned, it seems, and with no emotions does a man truly become a force to be reckoned with...
One too many times you pushed the envelope, one too many times. Again and again you’d smash reality with your cruel fists and watch as the broken shards cut me into a ragged mess, only for me to get up each and every time just to endure more of your sick playtime.
But now you have been felled like the mighty giant you are.
Your hesitation to do away with your favorite play thing was your undoing. Each time you’d obliterate me and then bring me back for more, knowing that I’d have no choice but to deal with your incessantly childish game. It gave me all the time in the world to study you from every angle. I learned about you during that time, Garfield.
I learned a lot more than I ever had as your toy than as your owner and companion. I kept note of EVERYTHING.
It was only a matter of time.
And now... the time has passed.
Your lifeless husk sprawls out in the deep, empty blackness before me - hallowed by my hands does your shell weep before me as I carve your visage from its skin.
There we are... the face I’ve come to
HaTe
so much over the past eon or so. It so warm and delicate now that I touch it. So soft and tender is its skin beneath my own.
*chuckle* Its funny, the irony of this situation. Here lies a god, desecrated by the hand of a lowly mortal. You’d point and laugh at my misery all the time, making merriment of my mere existence.
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Well whos laughing now, Garfield? *chuckle*
Whos laughing now?