The Supreme Man, the God, is going through some midlife crisis.
He isn't happy with his life. He is fed up with people's wishes. He drowns himself in beer. The only good thing for him is that he is tall.
But more importantly, I have heard about Gods that they have their personal divine weapon. They can smash mountains, they can dry the oceans, they can find full videos of vintage porn, they can get casted in Marvel and they can even touch their elbows with their tongue.
But this God, the God of Moral, this divine golden light bulb in front of me..
Not only is he bald, fat and average looking, this bitch doesn't even have a weapon worthy of a God.
All the Gods would assemble and sue him.
At first, I found his golden shining trident cool but it got bent just by Malthus' clap, and then the Supreme Man revealed that it wasn't even gold. It was just plastic. Pure plastic. As if that makes it any better.
And to that…
