[h1][center][u][b]The Birth of Mankind[/b][/u][/center][/h1]

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The Lifeblood continued to be spurred on by unknown forces within, each attempting to push It in a different direction. The most confounding instance of this had been when it was encouraged to create intelligent life. The urge had been so overpowering that It had found itself complying, despite the fact that the area It created them in was clearly unsuitable. The entire species had died before it could truly be born. Just as the force which suggested the idea had subsided, another one had raged at the wasted effort, but It too quieted with time.

Then a third force had compelled it to create intelligence again. This time, with smaller lifeforms, in an area that It first made sure was suitable. That had been far more successful.

But they were so few in number, and so small in size. The Lifeblood wanted to create something more. So, It did.

The site It chose was in the north of the first continent, where the land was quite versatile: a roughly even combination of streams, mountains, fields, forests, and hills, and no excessively large predators that would consume the life It added here.

Without further ado, It began. It called forth clay from the riverbed and dirt from the ground, merging them together into bipedal figures. Once they had been created all along the river and throughout the surrounding region, the Lifeblood once again enforced its will, turning muck and mud to flesh and bone.

But as It looked upon the new species, It suddenly felt a profound sense of disappointment. They were not quite as graceful or intelligent as It had originally planned. They could walk on two legs, and their hands gave them advantages other species did not possess, yet their hearts and minds were not as advanced as It had hoped. Just then It felt a sudden urge improve them, to make them better than what they were now; the best they could be.

Yet for once It had been able to silence this urge, and shunt it aside. It was Its own master, and there was no reason for It to allow Itself to fragment any further.

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[hider=Summary]
The Lifeblood ruminates on its previous attempts to create intelligent life, and the weird voices which compel it to do things. Then it decides to attempt to make sapient life again, and create humans. Unfortunately, these humans are not fully evolved. They are on the cusp of sapience, but not quite there yet. Also, they're kind of ugly. 

It immediately gets the urge to try to perfect them, but for once it is able to fight this urge off, as it is tired of taking orders from its split personalities.

(Conceptuals: you can still RP as the lifeblood and have your unformed gods influence and whatnot. This is just meant to be a rare instance where the Lifeblood actually manages to push back for once.)
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[hider=Might Summary]
0MP To make Early Humans, a mundane species, in the northern boreal forest between the Prairie and the Weeping Plains. They are essentially less evolved versions of regular humans: almost sapient, but not quite there yet. The full price to make them into actual humans will be paid later on.
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