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Way ago, just beyond the cusp of remembering,
there swirled into existence a galaxy of gods. As is the way with most all-powerful
beings, they became bored with their omnipotence and created a race of mortals
for their amusement. They placed these mortals on the planet Eutowe and
watched from above, as well as mingled and played with their creations.
Over time, worship from the mortals made the gods take themselves-and their
mortal pets-seriously. So it was one day that the most popular gods met
and decided to grant the loudest request of their followers: do away with
Thorppe, the god of misfortune. The vote was unanimous to be rid of him:
Thorppe was constantly messing things up, even for the other immortals,
and they were somewhat embarrassed that they had not come up with the idea
themselves. They sought their omnipotent brother immediately in order to
destroy him, but much to their surprise, he was not to be found. Mystified,
but satisfied with the result nonetheless, the gods announced the news to
the rejoicing populace of Eutowe. |
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Thorppe had literally seen the handwriting on the wall: his only temple,
usually ignored and avoided, had been vandalized and defaced. His most
recent public appearance, ordinarily a source of fear and dread, this
time produced a hail of ridicule-and rocks-hurled in his direction. Such
disrespect demanded punishment, but his fellow gods prevented retaliation…and
in some cases, rewarded the insulting behavior. Thorppe didn't need to
be omniscient to realize his days were numbered. He fled Eutowe and sought
refuge in the only place he knew the others could not find him: he entered
into the body of another living being. Thorppe realized the only way to
hide was to mask his life-force with that of another. Thus the god of
misfortune was reduced to an existence of body-hopping across the universe.
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