As it turns out I am the high priest (and only member) of a religion, the Cult of the Followers of Squiggy.
We (I) believe in an array of ancient gods of chaos and destruction. Now some people would say it's silly to say that Chaos is inherently bad. We're not really sure exactly how to respond in a way that would be contrary to them because mostly we're just doing it to be popular and stick it to all those other jerk faiths.
A vast array of beings spent immeasurable amounts of time consuming each other, and destroying themselves as they where recreated. Indeed, the time is immeasurable because it was only after these beings all killed each other that our perverse universe where reactions can only happen before the actions that cause them (And this fills me with undefinable rage) could exist. And along with it the lie that is time.
Now, as it happens, these things all 'died' before death existed, and thus are not truly dead. And one day they will wake up. And this time around, since death does exist, their battle will result in the annihilation of everything. Though probably none of us will be around for it.
Our primary deity is Squiggy. We're very sure he is the most powerful, and that his evil most certainly isn't vague. And what's more, if we where to gaze upon his visage we would most assuredly not laugh uncontrollably because of how silly he looks. Because he doesn't look silly, he's the very face of evil and darkness itself.
And we are also not Lovecraft inspired in the slightest.
11 May 2006, 11:49 pm
