《RE:God》Not bad, Not bad at all. - Chapter 7
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Hmmm, wait yesterday did I get a system message, or was it a server message?
Server: Yes, God you did, im the server put in place to help you.
Oh, well cool, where were you before?
Server: Ive always been here.
That he, she, did. Well now that I can see you how do i claim this planet and I already know how to make plep a god.
Server: Same way you would make plep a god, just use your power.
I scoffed "Too easy let's get this over with."
"Do you always talk to yourself?"
Shit I forgot pelp was still in the room.
"Only on saturdays."
I insisted.
"What's saturdays? Is it edibel?"
Wow, all this time we used the same terms for things i figured this was similar to earth, guess not.
"It doesn't matter, let me just work."
"Mmmkay."
So little trust.
As I bring out my power I notice its stronger than when I was using it on my covenent planet.
Your personal domain: Planets: 2 Star systems: 0 Universis: 0 Multiverses: 0 Realities: 0 Full Control: Blocked Until God Gives The OK.
"Awesome, this planet is now in my domain."
Server: Would you like the info on your new planet?
Later, I also realised i can talk to you in my head.
Server: Understood, and yes you can.
"Yay, congradulations!"
Aww plep smiling so brightly for me. Time to make her a god. Oh my, I got it right this time.
"Its now your turn plep. You ready for power?"
Her reaction was anything but against it.
"Yep, let's do this, my God."
After she said my she started to giggle, well im going to hold up my side now.
"I name you plep - Cannabia, patreon god of this planet under my reign. As well as my controls god of Cannabis sativa, as well as plants, my first nature god in existince.
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Her apperance changed drasticly exactly how I wanted.
"Thank you my lord, such a high position for me. Also ilike the new bod."
She started to twirl around looking at the new "ass"ets and other body parts.
After a bit she turned and looked at me.
"You ready for round two."
She looked at me vexingly, how could I say no.
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That was much better this time as I rememberd where the hell I am, and what I was doing/did.
"I thinkits time to make a temple then leave, its your job to convert the people of this planet and spread my will."
She looked hurt, I feel bad but ive been away from my main planet long enough, Im also getting tired.
"Ill return in 100 years or sooner, to us god's thats a drop in the ocean so don't fret, Ill also be taking some of this planet with me."
I grab a small plant and some more bud for the trip, now off we go.
"How would you like the temple?"
I ask Cannabia, this will be her main place, as well as mine, on this planet.
"Make it similar to the plant and made out of the natrual but most durable recources."
Hippy at heart it seems.
Ok lets do this.
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I made it 20 stories tall with many different wings spreading across the globe/few miles.
Putting 2 huge statues in the bottom floor and many new servents, small plant like creatures that were created from the plant.
The statues were of me and Cannabia in embrace.
The whole building was made from a basic stone that lloked smooth and a tint of green,it was the most natrual recource on this planet and was stronger than any atomic bomb.
"I know leave the control and rights to the planet in reserve and to you. When i return id like to see the progress."
I started to flow off, my starry body carring me with it.
Cannabia waves a good bye with a sad but kind smile.
"Let's go home, hopefully the shift did some good work."
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