| From now on and forevermore, you are a purveyor of omnipotence. |
Sounds pompous, doesn't it? But it's just words. You really can do anything, but... in front of your clients, you appear as an ordinary person – in faded jeans and a crumpled t-shirt. You put your arm around their shoulders in a friendly manner and say: "Hey, buddy, want to become omnipotent?" If a person agrees immediately, you disappear like a mirage, but if he hesitates, you can very well grant him omnipotence. But for this, you take a terrible price – half of his heart, which you replace with an emerald, and in addition, you give the newly-minted deity an hourglass. As long as the sand flows, their ability remains with them, but when it runs out, the person disappears, simply disappears without any possibility of reincarnation, going to hell, or heaven. You are so omnipotent that you don't even need to lift a finger to do what you want; it's enough just to think about it. But instead, you live the life of an ordinary person, barely making ends meet, watching TV, and running around to sales looking for comfortable sneakers. Your biggest problem, which none of the other purveyors face, is boredom, which there is no cure for. But, unfortunately, you are immortal, so you endure. ![]() |
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It's very much like me... *I said modestly.*
Говорят, что рыжие не плачут,
Говорят, душа у них - огонь.
Если влюблены, то любят значит,
Если ненавидят - их не тронь!
"Не заблуждайтесь. Рыжие - это зло! Знаете кто был рыжим? Иуда... Что сделал Иуда? Иисуса предал - вот что! Я говорю вслух то, о чем другие только думают. Рыжие опасны. И однажды ночью, когда вы будете спать в своих кроватках, рыжие придут за вами... Они придут за вами!!!"
(с) Эрик Картман
