Deep Thought
Mini Rant
Question your Reality
Semblance of a Story
Pottriclus pumped the pedal with his foot, giving the wheel a steady cadence. He wet his hands and pressed against the clay. Ocean waves surged away from his fingers to splash upon the shores of a great forest. Wind howled before his hands, gathering ocean waters to batter against high cliffs. For eons, he shaped the world beneath his fingers, adding detail upon detail to the fledgling world, adding plants and creatures the likes of which had never been seen.
Finally, it was done. Complete. A new world awash with color and life. As the wheel spun to a stop, he admired his creation. His hands ached, but it was worth it. He noticed a small smudge on the top of the world and swiped a finger over it to smooth it out. At that slightest tough, the world toppled from the wheel, smashing against the floor, snuffing out millions of lives in an instant. Pottriclus stared in horror at the pieces of his creation.
“I told you not to fix anything after you finish,” said a voice behind him.
Pottriclus glowered at his teacher, Globulin the Worldmaker, then without a word, picked up a fresh lump of clay.
Pottricus would be a great character (villain?) in a D&D campaign.