Godville

There was men and women. People who dreamed of greatness. There were these heroes. Then Stuard came. When he came into the world the monsters weeped for they had met their destruction. His strength was that of legends. His mind was sharp capable of beating a chicken at tic tact toe. But surley a being of such awsomeness must have come from some amazing hero. Yes his greatness came from a being of such incredible bad luck that it is laughed about through the ages and that man is Never Dead Ned.His gift of surviving everything only to come back at the same strength for another round was passed on to his son.And just like Ned, Stuard has a god to care for him and sometimes bring him back to life. We cannot forget about the god, Cynare. In the beginning there was nothing, the gods didn’t like that so they created well whatever the hell they wanted to. Cynare however did not particularly enjoy all the noise the gods made when they created something or the sound those creations made. Cynare was in a word lonesome She saw as gods created great hulking beasts of destruction to the tiniest critter. She watched as they soon began to evolve into something that can live in some plane of existence some God created and watched them thrive like plants. She watched as gods were given form and and adopted a champion.She was entertained as he saw the more famous gods train their hero’s making them the stuff legends told about. Cynare wished for a hero but she could not find the right hero.She tried the chat rooms and some online resources but no luck. Then she saw the hero. He was strong obviously from the chain of decapitated monsters he dragged behind him. He unlike most hero’s seemed to hold some kind of burden on him. Cynare spoke to him and soon they got propelled into a quest that started it all. After kicking killer 66’s ass Stuard decided to celebrate with some of the others in his guild. Cynare was disgusted to watch his champion be with ganja smokers 420 after all the power she used to help Stuard become strong, wasting time to check every day to check on him which was more often than certain gods (cough Killer 66 cough),” How could you”she would scream at which a thousand moons would implode at a nearby universe.”You no good dog , you idiotic simpleton, how is it that you manage to beat so many creatures you utter…” She was struck by an idea.”that’s it!” She was so excited that at least three hundred twenty two people were cured of their ailments. Stuard in his state of mind saw into the plane of the gods. He saw Cynare’s form a slender woman that seemed at time like a wolf”Stuard… Stuard listen to me” Stuard blitzed out of his mind was fascinated “Stuard I am Cynare the God of lunar and silence and I have a request.” And so she sent Stuard images of a Guild.A guild where hero’s who only survived by sheer luck.The ninja who managed a 1 in 1000 shot out of sheer chance. The samurai who killed an unbeatable beast by hitting its almost impossible chink in its armor. Ending with Stuard finding a wallet of a money God with 2000gold in it and keeping it at which Stuard blushed as Cynare glared at him. “Stuard I want you to create a guild for hero’s that can only have survived so far because of their stupidity and luck go forth and create the Lucky God’s” and so he went. Cynare woke with a sense sadness when she went to check on her she was greeted with a giant crater at least 20 miles in diameter and at the bottom was the charred form of Stuard she floated to him and spoke the ressurection codephrase “Get up lazy” As he struggled to get up he began heal from the damage by the time he stood up he had muscle back the skin came next. Cynare looked down as Stuard grumbled and looked for his sword then he noticed her “What happened?” It was then that Stuard noticed the damage around him and shrugged, “well thanks for the revival but I need to get going” he said dusting himself off “Nibbler” he called “Here boy” and waited a few minutes but nothing. Then it dawned on Cynare “Um … Stuard,” she paused then continued ” I think Nibbler caused the explosion” Stuard backed up at first he didn’t believe her because Sun dogs couldn’t get bombs but then he rembered those sun dogs lessons in cryptozoology 101.”Nibbler!,” he screamed louder desperate to hear his dogs bark. Cynare stayed with him as screamed himself hoarse and began cry. Cynare was curious of his reaction as Stuard and Nibbler never seem to get along so she would assume be would normal instead of this. Hours passed by as she watched him go through the seven steps of grief and got out of the crater she watched as he hunted down the monster that killed him and Nibbler. Cynare watched as Stuard beat the life out of the monster and then dragged the life back into the body to do it again and again. Days passed and he didn’t show any signs of stopping it was when Cynare put a hand on his shoulder that he stopped and let the monster life run as fast as his broken knees could. Stuard collapsed into Cynare arms crying and Cynare understood that this was the bond of man and his dog. “Goodbye Nibbler,” she said as a tear ran down her cheek.