There's a million reasons why people do not like to get fucked up, a million reasons why they get maximum fuckery and six hundred reasons why they get fucks, good or bad.
For me, fucks are kept to a minimum, twice on Sundays, and never again till the next full moon. It comes with the territory, and the power too. I give out maximum fuckery, people pray to me for it, and while I am quite judicious in giving out fuckery, I like to have a good, hard laugh while I'm at it. There is nothing more interesting than watching puny mortals scramble about in a state of hyped fuckery, they curse and mutter and groan and pant and yell. The weak ones quit, and people shake their heads and feel guilty for the rest of their lives.
Fuckedup is what happens when I do not get what I want. I am not demanding, of all the bitches in this pantheon, I am the least demanding. I do not ask for specifics, nor do I favour plants nor objects, I hardly favour humans and I hate the temples they ask us to stay in for the greater part of the year. It's not me, it's the constitution, which if you ask me, is a useless document that we absolutely do not need, who needs regulations on what sort of ambrosia to drink and which virgin to debauch? Not the fuckers that lounge in the hall of the gods, hehehe.
Now, this may sound like I am a bitter, complaining hag whose got a jealous streak as wide as the sky and doesn't like people or my fellow sky dwellers, something to note, gods don't live in some hallowed, airy, musical fluff that has baby angels and golden harps, we deserve a lot more credit than that, we live in our favorite spots, where we find the most peace, and I have digressed, forgive me, I do like people and I have a sort of threshold for my fellow enablers. We, after all, cause all of the pain the world is in today, especially when we're bored.
What's the fun in a peace treaty between countries?
Besides, we need your prayers to stay alive. And so, we incite and dish out as much fuckery as we can, courtesy, yours truly.
Maximum fuckery is guaranteed with a little side of fucks and a sprinkle of fuckedups.
The end!
This one was a random freestyle session.
Yes, it is possible to randomly create short stories.
I may develop this later, I may not.
The gods are yet to free me.
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