When Experiments Backfire
by Zenin

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"DUUUUUDE!"

Gainel glanced at Mithros, who was now running towards a stack of ceremonial swords. The gods had changed on their trip down. The Graveyard Hag was no longer so hag-ish. Instead, a beautiful girl with softly curling auburn hair was now primping in one of the many mirrors in King Jonathan's court. The Goddess had lost much of her motherly look and was now blowing bubbles with a huge wad of gum she had somehow managed to procure. Chaos was seated on the floor, staring at her hands in disbelief and fidgeting with her new, stable form. She had long silvery hair and starry grey eyes, which was actually what she had looked like when she had been a young goddess.

The gods had changed, not only in looks, but also in personality.

Gainel smiled smoothly down at Uusoae. "An angel must have fallen from heaven 'cause you here with me tonight."

Chaos promptly stood and stared at him. "Are you crazy? I'm trying to kill you all! Shut up and leave me alone so I can figure out what went wrong!"

"C'mon, you know you want me…"

The Dark God found his way and shoved Gainel aside, eyes blazing. "What is going on here???"

Well, someone had retained their normalness…Chaos thought gratefully. She paused. The Dark God had spoken. And shoved the Dream King. That was getting a bit violent for him. Erm, I guess he's gotten in touch with his physical side…

Malady was giggling to himself as Starvation spoke up, answering the Dark God's question. "Oh, weweretryingtodestroyyouguysaandUusoaehadsuchacoolideaandfirstshechangedintoafrongandthenalogandthenshestarted swearingandthenwehadareallycoolcountdownthingummieandtheneverythingwentboom!andthenwewerehereandnowMithros istryingtoplaywithswordswhichisreallynaughty'causeyoushouldneverplaywithsharpknivesFatherUniversetoldmesoseveralmill eniaagoand—"

A sudden screech came from over where Mithros was. "OWIES! WAAAAHAAAAA!!!"

"—andnowhe'scuthimselfandITOLDYOUSO!!!"

The Goddess stood, and looked disdainfully down at Starvation, a plump hyper-active youth who was now chowing down on a box of donuts. "Like, say it; don't spray it."

Chaos, or I guess we should say, Uunoae, was looking a little depressed. "It wasn't supposed to be like this…How can Mithros hurt himself if he's a god?"

The Dark God groaned, then punched Gainel; who was being remarkably receptive to everything. The answer had hit them like a ton of loaded chamber pots.

They were mortal.

"DUUUUUDE!!!"

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