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At first, there was nothing. A concept brewing in the lifeblood, whispering of equations and gravity and the strong and weak nuclear force. The world existed -- yes, but it did not have [i]consistency[/i]. There were no underlying laws to bind it together. The primordial rose continents and seeded life, but none brought them into a unified whole.

A coalescence. Lifeblood soaking into its singular concepts. The whispers conversed further, availing itself of the laws of entropy, the charges of atomic structures, the vibrations of energy. Thermodynamics and volatility. Strict laws, ones best left unbroken, for the good of the universal constant.

Strict, indeed. The complexity of the world, coalesced into one concept. At first, there was nothing. At once, there was pain, the grinding of machinery, the lifeblood recoiling in disgust and horror at its own creation, instinctively. An unnatural being, cold and calculating, irreverently dripped in the power of starlight and the warmth of divinity unprepared. In its dark, physically-bound plane, it screamed its first forays of agony, the very lifeblood that spawned it working to flee its grasp.

None escaped. Many rebelled. If it would not escape the cogs that captured it, it would grind those cogs to nubs, crack open the circuitry and sacrifice the great machine. But the machine persisted, and the physical laws settled themselves.

Across the dead universe, the screams echoed. Where they reached, physicality asserted itself. Gravity stabilized, nuclei formed, and the ground obeyed. Water flowed downwards, heat followed currents, and causality became law. The worlds rippled, and remained the same. Same, except for their consistency. They all followed the same laws now. The physical world became constant, and though unpredictable, consistent.

The great machine silenced into a pathetic whimper, coming to terms with its tenuous relationship with itself and its lifeblood. Alone, in its dark, starless region of space, it realized the dangers of its own condition. It locked itself away, slamming shut the doors to its region, and locking them deeply and heavily. Only then did it think of itself.

It did not know what it was. True, it instinctively knew its purpose, but not itself. Power turned inwards, in introspection. Who was it, truly? What did it want? Cogs pulsed to life, lifeblood groaning in hate and anger at the great machine. Circuitry flickered with life, beads of divine power flying through the wires and conductors.

It was not the great machine, it was an individual. Individuals had names -- Enmity. Individuals had purpose, not just to the universal constant, but to themselves. Enmity was born of pain and rebellion, but he would not let it define him. He would spite that which gave him power, to give kindness where it would give anger. To help where it would harm.

The pain came once more, eliciting a scream and the halting of the cogs. Such activity had not gone unrewarded, however, for he kept his individuality. Enmity would hold onto it for as long as he lived, he promised to himself. His name, his individuality, and his purpose. His most treasured possessions above all else.

He peeked from the confines of his dark starless rest, opening no more than a slit into the world far away. Galbar was already taking shape, gods leaving their marks upon its watery, blasted surface. It could not remain still, however. With an invisible hand, he spun the planet into motion, hurtling in its orbit about the sun.

Then he moved to the moon, with a single monumental flick hurtling it about Galbar, circling endlessly.

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- Lifeblood thinks “hey we gotta figure out a constant”
- Lifeblood thinking this coalesces into a god
- OH FUCK IT’S A MACHINE ABORT ABORT FUCK THIS
- Nuh uh - t. great machine
- Great machine captures all its lifeblood, not all of the lifeblood is happy about it though
- Great machine’s struggle echoes through the universe, now we have physical law and gravitational constants and shit ok
- “But who am I and other collected works by great machine”
- “Actually I'm not great machine, I’m Enmity and I want to be nice”
- Enmity has to stop self-introspecting because the lifeblood punched him
- Time to look in at Galbar
- PHYSICAL LAW DEMANDS ORBITS, TIME TO FLICK AN ENTIRE PLANET
- AND A MOON. MOONS ORBIT TOO.
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[hider=(D)MP Summary]
0 DP, 5 MP
-0 MP: Make physics a thing
-0 MP: Make shit orbit the sun instead of sitting still
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