[color=a187be][center][h1]Gammaton[/h1][/center][/color][hr]

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[color=a187be]"Well, The General Assembly of the Gods will require you to be in the same room as Ragnagedon, but accommodations can be made,"[/color] Gammaton replied, [color=a187be]"And anyone you do not contact, I can make an attempt to contact once I have finished writing up these laws. Conversely, you can request anyone you contact to reach out to those you do not, but I won't tell you how to go about this business."[/color]

As Iva'Krorh left, Gammaton looked around the room in contemplation for a moment before his rear appendages began weaving out a scroll.

[center][color=a187be]Written upon my silk,
Scribed with my spines,
Inked in my blood,
Thus are created:
The laws of Gods and mortals.[/color]

[hider=Epic writing music][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuz3RAcDG6M[/youtube][/hider][/center]

Plucking a spine tipped in black blood from his back, Gammaton proceeded to draw a blank. Sitting down at the table, staring at the empty, golden, silk parchment, Gammaton rubbed the dry end of the spine against his temple, trying to come up with a governmental system that would promote creativity. For the next few days, he would write, then devour the parchment and start over, unsatisfied with his work. He ate whatever food was prepared, often snacking in between to stimulate his mind. At times he climbed up the walls and columns, spinning silk hammocks upon which to recline so as to contemplate in comfort. Sometimes he wrapped himself up completely for a few hours out of sheer frustration. Soon the room was filled with cobwebs, idle artistic weavings, dried-out spines scattered about, rotting fruit cores, bones, and overturned furniture as Gammaton made himself at home. He only allowed himself to be interrupted from this maddening cycle to help Iva'Krorh co-prepare the breed of sentinel flies.