Location: USA, VA
Occupation: Video Clerk, student, and broke writer.
Age: A very mature 19
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By Eric Jackson
I wake from slumber smelling poorly and wishing my body didn�t hurt bad. I turn off the talking alarm that I suspect has been popping valium like well I guess how I would pop valium. I walk into a cold ass public bath where a short Hispanic lady floods the floor and grumbles to herself. I have my chamber shoes on or my sock would get wet, you would not like to see me with wet socks. After I pee I make sure to wash my hands because as a Greek God must remain clean. Then I dress in the finest cheep pre-made cottons and the pants constructed by a master. Once dressed I think about getting undressed and going back to bed, but I resist the urge (Most of the time) and go to class. I try to look interested for an hour when I am really thinking about people I have created. It�s always good when a God worries about his creations.
Once class is over I return to my chamber where three mortals do their best to try and contain there utter joy at seeing my return. If a Monday I have time to kill so I take a dump this usually involves reading. After I watch shows on my magical portal. I will then read works from the finest mortals until they bore me (My eyes hurt). The reason my Godly body can feel pain is up to debate, but I blame the lack of faith from mortals. Back in the day I felt great and things didn�t pop so much.
I go to another class and repeat the actions preformed in the other class. Now it is the afternoon and young mortal women are out in their finery to impress and please their God (Me). My presence is so over whelming that they don�t talk to me some are blinded to the point that they almost seem like they can�t see me. Those that can process I which is God fear dating me because I am too powerful and they are intimidated by it. They still love the cock.
Now that comely mortals have pleased their God I feel the need for reflection (Drinking) which I prefer to do in my own company (Which is all a God ever needs) or at a good party (When mortals get together to praise me and all that I am). Once I have grown tired of these affairs several hours have passed and since I am so powerful I loose myself in my thoughts and find it hard to operate my Godly body and return back to my chamber. Here I strip down to my under armor for defense against looking like a lame white guy (A terrible crime) I sleep the sleep of kings and wake up in a few hours to take a mighty piss that shakes the very ground. If the building lasts (Which so far it has) I return to sleep.
I dream about my own greatness and connect four which I am King as I am with all things, but mostly connect four.