Hello there readers! This is just a little fun idea I came up with and thought, hey! Why not make it into a story and post it? This was definitely inspired by @kqutie The Fair Maiden story. I loved their story so I thought I'd also give it ago, if you love Greek mythology and Epic the musical then why not give this story a chance?
This ISN'T an X reader unfortunately, but you can treat it as one, if not I promise my story is interesting and fun! You'll love my protagonist I swear.
Anyway I've talked enough, Enjoy Chapter one of GOD GAMES.
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The sea was still.
After ten years of blood and battle, the scent of smoke and iron still clung to their skin, but now the air tasted of salt and silence.
The war was over.
Troy had fallen.
Six hundred men sailed home aboard black ships, the white sails heavy with hope, and the wind eager to carry them back home.
Odysseus stood at the prow of the lead vessel, jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the endless blue that stretched before them.
He hadn’t spoken in hours. Not since the rations had run out. Not since the crew began to murmur of hunger and the god's favor slipping through their calloused fingers.
He was searching for land, for signs of safety- a resting place.
The sea, however, offered no mercy.
Behind him, the men were quiet. Their stomachs growled louder than their voices.
Then-
A sound like thunder.
The sky tore open with a sudden crack, and something- no, someone- fell.
It struck the sea like a thrown spear, sending up a violent spray that rocked the ship. Men stumbled, The waters hissed and bubbled where the figure had vanished.
A strange hum, almost like a song from another world, clung to the air for just a second longer than it should have.
Polites rushed to the edge, his eyes wide at what he saw.
"Captain!" he called, turning to his dear friend, his finger pointed down towards the direction of the water.
"Over here!"
A woman.
She flailed against the weight of her soaked clothes, her limbs thrashing beneath the waves.
Ginger hair tangled like seaweed around her face, green eyes wild with panic and pleading. She broke the surface with a gasp, coughing up seawater, her voice cracking through the wind.
"Help me!"
she cried out.
"Please- someone- help!"
she pleaded, her voice strained as she looks up at the ship with desperation.
She was trying to keep herself afloat, yet the waves showed no mercy, as she fought to keep her head on the waters surface.
The men around Polites murmured uneasily.
"Is it a siren?"
"She had Fallen from the sky"
"Could it be an Omen?"
The voices of the men filled with uncertainly, as her pleads and cries rang through the air, they all froze in place, not knowing what to do.
Polites, being the more merciful of the group, gripped the railings of the ship tightly, his chest felt heavy as his head immediately turned to his comrades.
"She is in dire need of help, we must save her!"
He shouted, voicing his concern for the stranger, he couldn't just sit by and watch her drown. Not after everything they've been through, he doesn't want anymore blood to be spilled.
Yet despite his words, the men remained in place, all eyes turned to the man in charge, awaiting for his orders.
Odysseus stepped forward slowly, the wind whipping at his cloak. His eyes narrowed, sharp and calculating.
Eurylochus grabbed the captain by the shoulder, eyes laced with caution at the possible threat.
"It could be a trap, we do not know if she could be trusted"
He advised, not wanting to risk the lives of the fleet if she ended up being a threat.
"We can not just let her drown!"
Polites persistented, looking at his friend with pleading eyes, as he kept hearing the cries for help from the woman who was fighting for her life.
"Captain- Odysseus, please."
He pleaded, his grip on the railings tightened, fighting the urge to just jump in the water and go retrieve her himself.
Odysseus stared at his friend for a moment, eyes sharp and cautious.
He needed to go back to his Island, to his son, to his wife. As the Captain of this ship he needs to take priority of the lives of his men.
And yet-
Memories flashed before his eyes.
The brutality of war.
The screams.
The blood spilling on his hands.
And
The infant.
He gritted his teeth, before his sharp gaze finally softened, as he turned to his men, voicing out a command.
"Throw in the nets, get her on the ship"
He orders, watching as his men immediately followed suit. Eurylochus gave him a look of uncertainty while Polites gave him a look of relief.
Below the ship, the woman was slowly getting tired from her constant struggle against the ocean waves, her vision going blurry, as she felt herself slowly sinking to the bottom.
She was losing consciousness yet was still clinging on to the little air she had left.
Until
She felt something get thrown into the water, surrounding her entire body, she felt herself getting lifted up higher and higher.
The men watched with Bated breath as they moved the net a few inches away from the ships floors, it was indeed a woman, tangled up within the fish nets.
Their eyes immediately noticed her legs, some couldn't help but sigh in relief, knowing she wasn't a siren.
She broke out into a coughing fit, gasping for air as she tried to cough out the remaining water, her body moving around, feeling rather uncomfortable for being restrained in such a way.
Polites was the one who stepped forward first, wanting to aid the fair maiden, and get her out of her restrains, yet Eurylochus stopped him mid step.
Eyes glared at the woman with Caution, in which Polites only gave him a smile of reassurance, placing a hand on his arm.
"At ease my friend, she means no harm"
He said, gently moving his arm away and swiftly moved to get the Fair maiden out of the net, using his dagger to carefully cut it in order to set her free.
"We do not know that"
Eurylochus grunted, feeling rather frustrated at his friends Optimism.
Once she was cut free, she let out a shriek as she landed on the ground with a thud, Polites apologized with a sheepish smile as he helped her carefully pry the nets away from her body.
Once she was freed, she parted her hair with her hands like a curtain, in order to properly see the ones who had saved her from a slow death.
Dark green eyes staring back at them, shining with gratitude and curiosity. Her long luscious hair adorn her face, it's ginger color merely adding to her features.
Her attire was rather questionable, made with fabric unknown to them.
"T-thank you"
She muttered, her voice horsed from her previous cries.
She noticed that she was in a ship, surrounded by strange men, she can't help but curl up slightly into a ball as if trying to make herself smaller, feeling rather intimidated by their gaze.
"Are you Alright fair maiden?"
A voice from beside her questioned, Polites knelt down by her side, noticing that she was shivering from the cold.
He took off his cloak, and carefully placed it around her shoulders.
She blinked at his unexpected actions, yet still showed him a grateful smile as she wrapped the cloak tighter around herself.
She observed his features, he seemed oddly familiar.
His presence was calm and gentle, his warm brown skin showed the mark of years spent under the open skies, yet his arms were decorated with visible scars.
Tight curls crown his head in dark waves, and a thin blue headband wrapped around his forehead. A neatly kept beard frames his jaw.
"Who are you? And where did you come from?"
A voice snapped her away from her thoughts, as she looks up to see a man looking down at her with calculating eyes.
His tan skin glistened under the hot sun, his black hair nearly covered his piercing eyes, skin laced with scars, a permanent reminder of the years spent in war and A beard Adorn the lower half of his face
He was shorter than the man who stood beside him, yet he has an aura of Wisdom and authority surrounding him. It was clear that he was the captain of this ship.
Beside him, stood a man with a much darker skin tone, he's the tallest of the three and looked to have a more muscular built. His hair was dark and styled in dreadlocks, His eyes showed caution and a sense of protectiveness to his fleet.
She flinched back when a sword was pointed at her, the tip being placed right under her chin, forcing her to look up at them.
"The Captain asked you a question!"
The man shouted, gripping his sword tightly, getting rather impatient at her silence.
"My friends! Please"
Polites muttered, not wanting to scare off the Fair maiden as he placed a hand on the sword, gently pushing the weapon away from harming her.
Polites then turned to the woman beside him, showing her a patient smile, wanting to try a much more gentle approach.
"My lady, may we please know your name?"
She trembled in fear at the sight of the sword, yet gathered enough courage to answer, turning her focus away from the people in front of her, and just turned her attention to the kind man beside her.
"Azalia.. Azalia Nullings"
She answered, tightening the cloak around her body, feeling rather vulnerable at being surrounded by a ship filled with men.
He nodded, happy that she managed to answer.
"How did you get here Lady Azalia?"
He questions, knowing that seeing her fall from the sky was a bit baffling, and it was the main reason why they were cautious of her.
They were in the middle of the ocean, with no land in sight.
Azalia blinked, trying to think of the last thing she remembered.
Incoherent memories flashed through her mind, causing her brain to throb with a sudden pain, she groans, placing a hand against her head in an attempt to ease the feeling.
"Sorry.. My minds all blurry"
She muttered, she knew her answer wasn't the one they were hoping for, yet she can't focus, the more she tries to remember, the more her headache worsens.
Eurylochus grunted, not at all pleased with her answer as he Turned to Odysseus, telling him that they should discuss this in private, in which Odysseus obliged.
Polites let out a sigh, turning to the woman, who moved to lean againt the ships railings, seated firmly on the ground with her arms wrapped around her legs, her knees pressed against her chest, as if she was trying to find comfort in herself.
"Stay right here, Understood?"
Polites muttered, before standing up and went to join the other two.
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Odysseus stood near the mast, arms crossed, staring out at the waves as Eurylochus approached him.
"She is not to be trusted"
Eurylochus said quietly, glancing back at the woman before turning to his captain.
"A stranger falling from the sky, wearing gods-know-what kind of strange cloth, with no memory? That’s an omen."
Odysseus sighed, his brow furrowed as he rubbed his beard, deep in thought.
"I know what it looks like Eurylochus. But I gave the order to pull her from the sea. I could not let her drown, not when she had been begging for her life."
Eurylochus stepped closer, his voice firm.
"And what if that kindness costs us ours? She could be a test or a trap. How do we know she would not sabotage our jorney?"
Before Odysseus could reply, Polites approached the two, his gaze steady and calm.
"She is scared, Captain"
Polites said gently.
"She has not harmed a soul, and she has not even raised her voice. You saw her eyes, she appears to be more afraid than we are."
"But looks deceive. We have fought men who smiled while stabbing us in the back."
Eurylochus reminded, voicing his mistrust on the stranger.
"There was nothing false in her eyes."
Polites replied, keeping eye contact with Eurylochus, proving he was willing to defend the Stranger.
The war is over.
There was no need for constant bloodshed anymore.
Especially towards someone who is clearly harmless.
Odysseus remained silent, caught between their voices.
"She may be a danger"
The Captain said taking this moment to gather and calculate his thoughts
"But she may also be something else entirely. A victim of the gods games, like us."
Odysseus said, Stroking his beard idly.
"Or… perhaps a gift. I would not claim to know. But I would not condemn a drowning woman for surviving."
Odysseus muttered, wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt.
Polites gave a nod of approval, while Eurylochus folded his arms unconvinced.
"I am not asking you to trust her blindly"
Odysseus said, looking at them both.
"But we will watch her. We will give her time and if she proves herself unworthy of it… then we act."
He stated, wanting to have faith that she means them no harm. During times like these, they could use a little hope.
"Very well"
Eurylochus said reluctantly.
"But I will keep my blade near, just in case your mercy turns into our undoing."
Polites cast him a sidelong glance.
"And I will keep hoping your caution does not destroy something good before it had begun."
Odysseus exhaled slowly, looking toward Azalia again. She sat quietly, isolating herself from the others, face tucked away within her arms.
"We sail a cursed sea"
he murmured, his gaze turning away from his comrades and towards the vast ocean before him.
"Perhaps a little hope wont sink us faster than fate already plans to."
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She should've died when she fell.
That big of a height should've killed her, yet it didn't.
Why?
A question Azalia has been asking herself over and over, despite nearly drowning she felt completely fine, no human would've survived that large of a fall.
She knew who she was, she knew where she came from.
Yet the main question was, why was she here? How did she get here?
She can't seem to remember the last thing she did before the fall, she knew the information was somewhere inside her brain, yet she can't find it.
It was annoying her, like an itch that she can't scratch.
"Hello there, my Lady"
She blinked, turning to the familiar voice, It was the kind man, the one who seemed to be the only person in this ship who wanted her here.
He offered her a container, which she hesitantly reached out for.
"Water, I have noticed that your voice was a bit strained"
He said giving her such a warm smile, that she can't help but smile back, feeling like she can relax around him.
"I would offer you something to eat, though I am afraid we are out of rations"
He said with an apologetic look, She felt herself soften at his words, they were clearly struggling, she would have assumed they've been lost at sea for quite some time.
They must've been starving, yet he was still willing to give her food if they had it.
"It's fine, this is enough"
She reassured, taking a few sips from the container, the water was warm, most likely because of the hot sun, yet she didn't mind it.
"Please excuse my companions, They are just cautious, but they are not normally like that I assure you"
He says, sliding down to sit beside her, having a respectful distance away from her in order to not make her uncomfortable.
"I get it, I would too if a stranger suddenly fell from the sky. I take no Offence by it"
She says, handing him back his container once she had her fill of water, her voice seemingly more normal now.
His shoulders relaxed, relieved that she didn't take their actions personally.
"The Captain has spotted a bird in the sky, we are currently following it in hopes for it to lead us to an Island."
He explained, feeling like she deserves to know what's going on.
"I am certain we will find food there"
He says with a grin, beaming with so much optimism that she can't help but get affected by it.
"Meanwhile, I advise you stay on the ship where it is safe, the Captain informed everyone that no one shall bring harm upon you"
He says, wanting to reassure her that she's safe here. They were soldiers after all, they can't simply ignore a Lady in distress.
She nodded, trusting his words as she leaned back against the ship's railings.
The ship suddenly shook rather violently once it reaches land, Azalia flinched losing her balance causing her to land harshly on her side.
"Are you Alright?"
He questioned, offering a hand for her to take.
"Y-yeah, it's just my first time on a ship"
She mumbled, feeling rather embarrassed for crashing like that, still she accepted his hand, letting him pull her back up in a sitting position.
"I see, I am sure you will adjust eventually"
He chuckled, letting go of her hand as he stood up.
"I have to accompany the captain in exploring the island for food, it might take a while, so do make yourself at home here"
He smiles, yet his words seemed awfully familiar to her, like she has seen this scene before countless of times.
He was about to leave, but she immediately stopped him, she doesn't know why, nor understand it. But she felt like something wrong was going to happen.
"Wait!"
she called out, he stopped mid step, turning back to look at her Curiously, patiently waiting for her to continue.
She blushed, the word just came out of her mouth before she could process it. She lets out a sheepish chuckle.
"Your name.. May I know it?"
She said the first thing that popped in her head. She has no place to tell him to not go to that Island, all because of a bad feeling.
They were already cautious of her, she didn't want to give them more of a reason to throw her off at sea.
He smiled, doing a small bow out of courtesy.
"My name is Polites, My Lady"
He said, showing her one last smile before leaving.
Azalia froze in place, her expression falling in recognition, as sudden memories flashed before her mind as clear as day.
Polites.
Polites.
Polites.
His name rang through her mind like a constant echo, haunting her of the memories she seeks.
She knows him, she knows them, this scene feels to familiar, because she's seen it countless of times, she has heard it countless of times.
Through song.
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The late-night glow of her monitor flickered across Azalia’s tired eyes. The pixelated landscape of her Minecraft world stretched before her. wide valleys, glistening lakes, and the distant hum of music from her custom playlist.
She was listening to her latest hyperfixation, She was always interested in Greek Mythology.
So there's no doubt that she's gotten sucked into the world of Epic: The musical.
She has read the Odyssey for a book report from when she was younger, though back then she hasn't taken any interest in Greek mythology yet.
"When does a comet become a meteor"
The melody rang through her headphones, playing a song she's been listening to on repeat for the past month.
She was calm. Focused.
Her character stood in front of a Nether portal, its swirling purple mass glowing softly in the quiet of the game.
"Alright, just one more trip in and then I’m logging out"
she said, cracking her knuckles.
She stepped forward, her avatar crossing the shimmering threshold.
"When does a candle become a blaze"
But something was wrong.
Instead of the usual Nether terrain, the screen glitched- blocks flickering, textures warping.
Her character floated in a strange black void. Black and green code scrolled across the top of her screen in symbols she didn’t recognize.
"Whoa, wha-?"
The monitor buzzed. A soft electric hum filled the room.
"When does a man become a monster?"
Then the screen blinked… and a new portal appeared. Not one she had built.
It was massive, swirling not with the usual purple light, but a pure gold color, Its obsidian blocks were replaced by something she doesn't recognize, it was a white and had textures that looked like it didn't belong in the game.
flickering with static like a broken VHS tape. It hovered in the air like a rip in space itself, surrounded by symbols that looked ancient and digital at the same time.
/EXPERIMENTAL DIMENSION FOUND/
UNAUTHORIZED PLAYER DETECTED
INITIATING TRANSFER...
She sat back, heart racing.
"what is this? Is this a data leak? A virus?"
"When does a ripple become a tidal wave"
The song grew louder and louder
She tried to force-quit the game.
Nothing happened.
The light from the screen grew brightert as if it wasn’t just inside the monitor anymore. It poured out into the room, pixel by pixel, like liquid light spilling from a cracked window.
"When does the reason become the blame"
The song continued to echoes through her ears, yet the noise didn't come from her headphones anymore, it came from every direction, as if someone was truly singing to her.
Then, she felt it.
A pull.
The air around her shimmered like heatwaves. The portal wasn’t just virtual anymore.
It was real.
And it was dragging her in.
"No- wait!"
The force yanked her from her chair, her scream lost in the humming static.
She reached out, trying to grab her desk, the door -anything- but her hand passed through them like mist.
The portal engulfed her
then everything went black.
The last thing she saw were the glitching words flashing in the air:
/WELCOME TO THE STORY./
"ฬђєภ ๔๏єร ค ๓คภ ๒єς๏๓є ค ๓๏ภรtєг"
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Azalia gasps a loud, clutching her chest as she stares down at the ground in shock.
She remembers.
Yet despite finding her answer, there's still a lot of questions left unsolved.
What was that portal?
Why was she here?
How can she go back home?
Questions rang through her head with no one to answer them, which leaves her with only frustration.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw something odd in her Peripheral vision, yet whenever she looked someplace else it was still there.
That wasn't there before
It looked like, an inventory slot.
Her hand slowly reaches out, her fingers slightly tracing the outline of it, it was hard and firm, it won't budge, and she can't grab it.
It's like it's stuck there.
Curiously, she poked one of the slots at the very end since it was different from the others.
She flinched back, seeing a whole holographic screen pop in front if her, she glances around, seeing that no one had even taken notice of the brightly lit holographic screen.
One of the men on board even glanced at her with wary eyes, yet he didn't even pay attention to the screen.
It's as if.. They couldn't see it.
She turned her attention back to the screen, it looked exactly like the Minecraft inventory slots.
'Item selection?'
She thought to herself, pressing it and seeing another screen pop up beside it.
It feels like she's in creative mode.
But she almost drowned earlier so she doubted she's invincible, she's not going to risk her life for an assumption.
Why was this here?
Wasn't she transported in Epic The musical?
So why can she access this?
Wait.
'Epic the musical, if I got transported in the story and right now we're currently in-'
She thought, gasping in realization.
Polites.
Her body tensed up, feeling anxious at what was happening or what was going to happen. Her head shot up, seeing a random crew member walk past her yet she quickly stopped him.
"Excuse me! Has um.. Polites gone back yet?"
She questioned
The man stopped in his tracks, looking at her with confusion and a bit of caution.
"Yes, he came back with the Captain an hour ago. They have recruited a small crew to fetch us some food, mentioning a cave of sorts"
He answered, ranking his memory while scratching his beard.
She had a bad feeling about this.
She carefully stood up, grabbing the cloak Polites had given her, panic surging through her veins.
"Shouldn't they be back by now? How about going out to find them?"
She suggested, trying not to seem like she was dying of anxiety on the inside, He only gave her a stern look.
"Our orders are to remain here until the captain comes back"
He stated firmly, before pointing a finger down on the floor.
"I suggest you remain seated, Sir Polites will be back soon"
He says, not wanting her to have any ideas that would only cause trouble for them, obviously not trusting her one bit.
She bit her bottom lip, staying silent while he walks away, most likely to tend to his duties.
She knew what was going to happen.
She can't just sit back and let it.
Polites was the only one who welcomed her, who trusted her, who was kind to her.
"Fuck it."
She muttered under her breath, eyes flairing up with a new found goal in mind.
She opened up her inventory again, going to the Items menu, her fingers gliding through the screen in a hurry as she tried to find the item she was looking for.
Once she spotted it, she lightly presses it. Wanting to know what'll happen.
The moment her finger touched the frame, The item she wanted appeared in her hand, feeling the smooth glass against her palm, the liquid inside glowed a light Lavender color.
She didn't have much time to waste, as she popped the bottle open and drank it whole.
It was surprisingly pleasant, it was sweet. It tasted like she just drank a glass of sugar water.
Once she finished it, she felt herself bursting with energy, small barely visible particles floated around her body.
She took a deep breath, walking closer to the end of the ship, carefully climbing up at the top of the Railings.
Gaining the attention of the crew on the ship
"What is she doing?!"
"You are not permitted to leave"
Shouts of men echoed through the ship, as they made their way towards her, wanting to grab her before she does anything that could get them in trouble.
But time was limited.
She jumped.
The moment her feet landed on the sand, she tightened the cloak around her body, her eyes glaring forward with one goal in mind.
She took one step forward
And Ran.
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That's Chapter 1 so far! Let me know what you think in the comments, I love reading people's thoughts it gives me the motivation to write.
Just a Heads up though, I will be adding love interests for our dear Azalia, but I don't think Odysseus, Eurylochus and Polites are in it. I want her relationship with them to be strictly platonic.
But perhaps I'd add more characters in the future that'll take an interest in our dear protagonists, let me know on who you want to add as a potential love interest✨
I know, I know, this is nothing new to most of you guys, but I need to rant real quick.
So in God Games Athena asks Zeus for permission to help Odysseus get home and Zeus wants to make this all game. He is all cocky about it, too, of course.
So the game he decides on to make Athena fail is... A debate. And not just a debate with anyone either, it's a debate with THE OLYMPIANS! The people she knows best of all!
Let me make a few things clear. Athena, the Godess of WISDOM AND STRATEGY has to win A DEBATE in order to get what she wants.
And her strategic skills show off in this as well in EVERY SONG with every opponent.
For Apollo she knows that he only half cares about the whole thing. He isn't really involved, so he pulls an argument that Athena can easily override.
For Hephaestus she appeals to his sense of logic. He ist the only one who made a fair argument about not helping Odysseus, because of an actual choice he made.
For Aphrodite and Ares she is very passionate and argues with emotion, because love and anger are very strong emotions.
Lastly Hera, who is canonly a very prideful Godess. Athena wents along with Hera's pace and vibe, dropping the crucial argument of Odysseus never cheating on his wife at just the right time to convince.
OF COURSE SHE WOULD WIN! It's not even a surprise, yet Zeus has the audacity to be angry he lost a game he made way too easy to begin with.
If he really wanted to win he should have made her argue Poseidon or Helios.
Reflection: God Games and the Heart of a True Father
Have you heard the song "God Games" from EPIC: The Musical? I love anything related to musicals and Greek mythology, so this immediately caught my attention. While listening to it, my love for our Heavenly Father was stirred in a powerful way.
This song is inspired by the epic "The Odyssey" by Homer. In this particular scene, Athena—the Greek goddess of wisdom and war—approaches her father, Zeus, the god of the sky, seeking "divine intervention." She wants to save her mentee, Odysseus.
What I find so interesting and heartbreaking is how this unfolds. Instead of being gracious to his daughter, Zeus starts a game. He even gathers an audience for it. To win the game and secure Odysseus's release, Athena must convince the other gods: Apollo, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Ares, and Hera [01:04].
She pleads and reasons with each of them, but the climax with Hera is the most crucial part. Hera, Zeus's wife, is often portrayed as being deeply annoyed by her husband’s constant infidelity. Athena finds an opportunity to reach Hera by pointing out that, despite being away from his wife for almost twenty years, Odysseus has remained completely faithful to her. [03:34].
This revelation pleases Hera enough to convince her that he should be released. However, that victory triggers Zeus. He feels called out and shamed by the contrast between Odysseus’s faithfulness and his own character. Even though Athena technically wins the game, Zeus declares that "no one beats him" [03:56]. In a fit of rage, he summons his thunder to bring her "through the wringer," an act of violence that almost kills her. [04:12].
My takeaway?
I love that our God - Yahweh is so different. He is not a womanizer; He is perfect and blameless. Nothing can put Him to shame because there is no darkness in Him. He is just, yet incredibly gracious and loving.
Our Heavenly Father wouldn’t make you play a cruel game only to twist the rules so you lose the moment you succeed. He looks at you like a Father whose ultimate will is for your own good. He might not always answer "yes" or "no" right away, but whatever the answer is, it will be according to His perfect plan—a plan designed to give you a future and a hope, and never to harm you.
Whenever I listen to "God Games," my heart sings praises and worship. I am so deeply grateful that He is God over all, and that He is nothing like the gods of mythology. He is a Father we can truly trust.
it has been a while. University is absolutely kicking my ass. Trying to finish my minor in history this semester and producing a dracula play with the university anglistic theatre is a lot.
so animating took a back seat. but today I finally had some time, while talking with a friend over the phone.
I got to start on the Heaphestus bit, and made a neat walk cycle-ish thing for the level up moments
No sound, cause I messed sth up.
But the intro to Heaphestus happens when he pushes the forge thingy down (I can't think of the name right now).
Yeah, in total, I got to the "trust is not given it's forged" lyric. Which is not that far.
anche il #NewAlbum dei #TheKills : #GodGames è finito su RadioLadro.. l' AUTO/RADIO senza autista che gira di notte senza fermarsi mai.#Dall
Anche il New Album dei The Kills : "God Games" è caduto nella rete di RadioLadro... L' AUTO/RADIO senza autista che gira di notte da secoli senza fermarsi mai. Segui le mie dirette live sulla pagina TWITTER : RadioLadro @RadioLadro.
I've been gone for a minute
I've been lost for a minute
I've been ghost for a minute
I've been on it for a minute
Don't panic, don't panic
I've been off it for a minute
But in spirit, but in spirit
Let me finish
I'll be right back
I'm going to Heaven
