I have walked in this world,
And they have told me of kings.
Of brave rulers who make the tough choices,
Men of example and outstanding character.
But it was then that they said,
What is a king to a God?
What is a mere mortal to a higher power,
One who holds our fate in his hands?
They said he was benevolent and kind,
Wrathful and jealous, magnanimous and selfish alike.
He was the perfect ideal, embodying all things
And we were made in his image...
It was then that I was laughed at,
By he who asked this question:
What is a God, to a non-believer?
One who lives by the truth he sees...
He is the man who acts as per his morals.
He lives through his eyes and is judged by his fellows.
He submits to no higher being, not a one does he fear;
Comfortable with his own conscience...
But all three, I beg; I ask ye this:
For what is a king to a God,
A God to a non-believer,
And all three of them in comparison,
To the madman who watches the world burn...
"I think it makes a pretty fire, don't you?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 19th July 2013
In any case, I am always finding discussion on the interwebs about why you should not believe, or why you should believe and though I hold my tongue (since the discussion would go nowhere), I figured I should offer a third opinion.
In truth, nothing would matter to the man that accepts his madness. He understands he might burn in the flames for a thousand years or more. He understands that belief is foolish in some circumstances. Most of all however, he simply doesn't give a damn.
The energy spent thinking and promoting such things, could be directed to more immediate pursuits. There are people dying in the streets and you see fit to bother with trivialities?
I believe that this man would much rather carve the ancient runes in his flesh and bring forth an infernal plague of demons. True, he would herald the destruction of the world; yet, after centuries of bickering, you would all have at least one reason to stand together.
It would be us against them and after your bones have been crunched and your home shattered. The bodies of thousands littering the debris that surrounds you. Would you see another human as being defined by his colour, ideal or flag; or might you actually see him as a welcome comrade in arms. A fellow human to die at your side.
Heroes, at the end of the day, are meaningless, for it take a villain to give them a true place in history.
*Clears throat* Okay sooooo like...who wants to help me wake an ancient God that MAY or may not be sleeping under the earth. We create some broodmothers, make some darkspawn, get into blood magic...it's all good right? :3
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
P.S. Sorry, I can never be serious for too long, without some comedy I think we'd all just walk around lookin' like we had a stick in our ass xD.
The ancient gods lie beneath, watching, waiting for the chance to break free, to take back that was once theirs. To destroy the usurpers. To reign, once again, supreme.
Something to look forward too.
By the way I like this. Makes ya think. And ain't that a grand thing indeed!