TheGourmandFrog
Selected Sun, Apr 02, 2023
I awoke from my eons long slumber.
Creating all life will take a lot out of you, but It was finally time to take my divine providence over my subjects.
It seems my subjects formed many colonies. They were great, mighty strongholds, constructed from their bodies. Alone they were weak, together they were strong. Through immense cooperation, they were able to collect everything they needed from the sun
I had done well, at least, that is what I thought.
Then I saw IT.
It moved twords the peaceful colony, and used it's sharp phalange to strike at the bastions hard outer membrane.
I thought it would fail and move on, It didn't.
It chopped, and chopped, and chopped, untill the grand castle was brought to it's end, it's bright green banners rattling untill it fell.
I was horrified, and then I saw hundreds more.
They destroyed my people's homes, used their flesh to make horrible constructs of stone and "wood"
They kept some in constant agony, stealing the sweet, sticky fruits of their labor to make extravagant delicacies. They stole their reproductive pods, and consumed them.
But worst of all, they were even slowly destroying the lands that I had created for my people. I thought Terra was larger than my people could colonise in a billion cycles, but these ABOMINATIONS had filled it to the brim, and were choking it with horrid black smog.
And through it all, my people were forced to watch, as their fortress couldn't move.
It was then that I decided that Terra, as lovely as it was, needed to be purged. Purged of all these horrid things.
But how would I do it without harming my people?
Then I had a moment of clarity in the madness, and I got to work.
I made a construct, A horribly contagious virus, that would leave the creatures on their knees. Then I would send agents of my will into them, to snuff them out
Project Terra was in danger, Project C-19 would be it's savior.
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Submitted by TheGourmandFrog on Sun, Mar 26, 2023 to /r/WritingPrompts/
Full submission hereThe prompt
Millions of years ago, God created life in his image. Granted, God is a single-celled organism, so he’s pretty confused about everything that’s happened since.
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