Heathen-
This was an old little blurb I wrote and finally decided to extend it a bit hope you like. R&R
The gods were a jealous sort. When anyone could do something, better than them even if they were not trying to one up the beings they prayed to they were punished. In the most horrible ways imaginable, what with how creative they were. The gods could come up with many unique ways to put people back in their place, below them. Yet the odd thing about the humans predicament is that they were punished for the things the gods gave to them, be it beauty or strength or even wit. As if they made these beings, just to break them in the first place.
Sometimes whenever they felt like it, they could wipe you off the face of the earth for nothing at all. It seems to be so unfair that we are judged so harshly as if we were made for nothing but the enjoyment of others. Little marionette dolls for others to play with and break. In the end, humans were just broken little toys that the gods eventually grew bored of and found or created something new to take their fancy.
