...the Gods play games... or at least, those of the Discworld do, high up on Dunmanifestin. And they do not used regular playing pieces, not they use the lives of men.
Offler the crocodile god sighed,
-"I'fe tole you before," he said (having a large jaw lined with teeth is quite a speech impediment), "that I hate it when people bring dead piethes into play again."
His oponent looked up. All gods can change their shape, with the exception of their eye. Blind Io had several eyes, but none in his head. They lead a semi-independent life around him and currently all turned to look, unblinkingly at Offler. Io was currently shaped like a balding banker, so the effect was a bit spoiled. Nevertheless, Offler, who prefered the good old crocodile and hardly ever bothered to change shape, squirmed.
"And there'th no call for looking at me like that either!" he protested.
Io remained silent. Offler shrank under the gaze.
"Oh go on then," he growchingly accepted.
Io's eyes bobbed up and down, their equivalent of a nod, and went back to staring at whatever it was they were staring at.
Io moved a piece that looked remarkably like Kevin Googe, though a transparent Kevin Googe, one place forward.
"I hate theethe bloody strategy gameth too," muttered Offler under his breath.