
VOIDSY: You made this game, and tiny cat people.
VOIDSY: Why?
He settles in, taking a few minutes to think.
WAX: because our world is dying.
WAX: after Wane died, I had to face reality.
WAX: someday, our planet, and everyone in it, are going to die.
WAX: and it will be our own hands. all of us gods, we’re eventually going to kill everyone.
WAX: high gods…we were placed on this planet at its beginning, with nothing but the vaguest knowledge on how to create things.
WAX: we had no idea what to make, and no guidance. no one taught us how to create things that would live, that would thrive.
WAX: it took us eons to create life itself, with so many failures. so, so many failures.
WAX: we were children with the burden of creating a world, and taking care of it.
WAX: eventually we realized it would be impossible to do it all ourselves, and lead the very children we created.
WAX: we set out to make more gods, ones that could help us.
You have never seen more guilt and shame on someone’s face.
WAX: and at that, we failed as well.
WAX: we buried our mistakes and moved forward.
WAX: we eventually created gods that could help us manage this world.
WAX: ones that could control their powers, versus the incomplete and mindless masses of matter beforehand.
WAX: and so we made people, ones that could live in relative safety, and enjoy all that life had to offer.
WAX: it took time for them to develop of course, and society as well.
WAX: we were bumbling, and our early mistakes has lead to the death of millions, if not literal billions.
WAX: but we learned, and settled into our jobs.