
Once upon a time, I was an art and theater student at VCU in Richmond, Virginia. Black leather mini skirts were popular. Long-legged coeds were plentiful. I consumed little that was not liquid or smoke. A pack of camels was less than two dollars, a pitcher of beer less than five. I spent my nights talking crap with sundry freaks and geeks...

I was bullied a lot as a boy. It sucked. My parents found about one particular case in middle school. They told me the same stupid shit I tell my kid when he gets bullied, because it breaks our hearts to know we can’t help, that our intervention in all likelihood will simply make things worse....
I can only speak from personal experience, but hell yes, worldbuilding does make one a god. Kind of.
All the gods I’ve ever met are considered divine because they create universes and fill them with worlds of self-sustaining, evolving life. They make rules to govern the physical properties of their realities and invest their sentient creations with a moral code....
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