Alright, I'll post here whenver I am looking for a paw
Also, here is a quick attempt at a creation story. I just thought I'd start off basic.
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Nothing lived.
Nothing died.
And then, from that empty, useless nothingness... Came something. That something drew. It drew stars of fiery gas, and rocks of earth and ice. He drew impossibly huge landscapes, down the tiniest of particles. He drew, and as he did, he created. Created something, from nothing.
Nothing, however, is a FALSE CONCEPT. There never really is nothing. Something always lurks, away from prying eyes. And it is true with this tale. A twisted, distorted vision of a future that never came to be watched, judging and despising all that was created. It was pushed far back, away from all that existed, and into the dark, devoid place beyond reality. This gave it it's name- the emptiness. Unfazed, the creator continued to paint, to write, to pretend. He played in lands of happiness and joy, but he also played in lands which he corrupted to his own will. He created great plagues, and wars on scales that could end planets. He enjoyed to watch the things he created fight, and to kill one another.
Eventually, he slept. Growing tired of creating and destroying, he sent himself to an eternal slumber. In the final moments he created 5 last things- 5 final goodbyes. These goodbyes would take a life of their own, to go and live their lives independently of their creator. All they were asked of, however, was to continue creating. And so they did. One, known as Varaskon, created life, revelling in the beings he had created's lives. Another, Ranskoran, built great structures that still stand to today, almost as old as creation itself. They towered over entire civilisations, becoming echoes of a time long passed. The third, Draconas, created machines that could calculate impossibilities in an instant. They could span entire solar systems, or could fit into the palm of ones hand. He became revered as the god of technology, a title assigned by the mortal beings that inhabited the universe. The other two of these goodbyes, however, hid. They used their powers of creation, to turn themselves mortal, and to live among the races, holding no knowledge of who they were.
They are the two uncorrupted sons of a god, and they don't even know it.
And that, is how the universe inside by head came to be. I created the lands that fill these words, and now I open it to another world. This is a realm of impossibilities and laws, but not of the impossible. ANYTHING has the potential to be created, and anything has the potential to be destroyed.
Welcome to Aracnos, the universe of the unhinged.
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