Week Two

[letsplayamod]

Okay, maybe it hasn't been so easy. You've been enjoying a relatively pleasant time here with your fellow gods and Athena, only for a disgruntled Titan to seemingly pull the rug out from under that.

Despite the immediate threat from a hidden foe, you've managed to stave off their first attack. However, even if the grass may seem greener this week, or the sky a bit clearer, Athena can barely hide her troubled feelings. If this experiment is to be a success, what has to happen to make it that way?

You're all alive, though. That's worth celebrating, isn't it?

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[literarybehemoth]

[...he's kind of. not really sure what to do with this whole situation... but you know. he wants to have a think, and he thinks cerejeira is also wanting to have a think. so.]

So. Are you thinking our tormentor is out there, perhaps?

[murchada]

...I don't know. Maybe.

I kind of hope he's not just watching all of us right now.

[literarybehemoth]

...I wonder. I have not seen anything that would strike me as some sort of sentinel that could report back to him.

[murchada]

Nothing like that, no. Or at least none that I've noticed.

But if he's as strong as a god, or even stronger... What's to say he's not keeping an eye on us from where he's hanging out now? He might be all-seeing, for all we know.

[literarybehemoth]

Ah, an all-seeing eye? Perhaps. I would hope not, though. Even if a benign figure happened to have something like that, I would find it distinctly uncomfortable.

[murchada]

Oh, yeah, it would suck. I don't really wanna think about the guy looking at me while I'm sleeping or like... anywhere, really.

[bitch better not be watching them taking showers.]

But he's gotta have some way to keep an eye on us, I'm sure...

[literarybehemoth]

Perhaps he can see the outsides of buildings but not the insides...? Or he has some sort of vague... Idea of things? Who knows. We are barely cognizant of the limitations of our own abilities unless we thoroughly test them.

[murchada]

...It might be safer to assume he can see us than not, for now.

[literarybehemoth]

Hm. Well, if that is the case.

[he makes a rude gesture to no one in particular]

[murchada]

[that gets a light snort from her]

Damn. That'll show him.

[literarybehemoth]

I'll bet you a thousand he's crying right now. Absolutely sobbing.

[hehehe.]

[murchada]

He'll never emotionally recover. How sad.

[literarybehemoth]

He will not be able to meet my gaze if we ever encounter him in person. I am sure of this.

[...because he's small.]