God Complex, The

A short story written by Looweeja.

## The God Complex

A Velfmun, an Orc, and a Gnome Monk walk into a vast, dark cave, down a raised metal pathway, lit at its edges. Bats fly everywhere around them, their shrieks echoing off the wet rocks.

“It’s this way,” the Velfmun claims.

“You’re sure about that,” asks the Monk.

“How can he be sure about it, unless he’s been here before,” the Orc responds. “Are you a traitor, doggo?”

“Would you please stop calling me that! I’m a Velfmun!”

“I do not think she cares,” the Monk responds before the Orc can say anything.

“I don’t care what you are, but rather who you are,” the Orc expresses.

They bicker, for a moment more. Then they hear a sound. A horrific sound. An awful horrific sound; one so nasty it makes them quiver and cringe. It is the sound of a hoard of Flesh-eating Seagulls, flying in attack formation. And it's heading directly towards the three creatures.

The Orc holds her ground, readying some crude metal weapons she fashioned from bits of a destroyed wall. The Velfmun and Monk both run back the direction they came from.

The Monk grabs the side of the path, swinging underneath it, as a way of hiding.

The Velfmun is left with no where to go, the door to the cave has now disappeared.

The Seagulls swoop down tearing apart the Orc Lady with their sharp fangs. Her spastic screams are muffled by the squealing Seagulls. Her yellow blood drains from her body quickly, as the fowl and ferocious feathered monsters devour the green Orc-skin.

After finishing with the She-Orc they furiously fly forwards at the volatile Velfmun, who hits the “fuck it” point and viciously sprints towards the carnivorous critters soaring towards him! But his attempt at bravery is frivolous. The Seagulls tear the flesh from his bones, like with the recently deceased Orc.

The Seagull shreaking eventually dies down, as they finish their dinner and flutter away. The Monk flips back onto the platform, and looks around.

The door that the Monk’s Velfmun colleague was headed towards has reappeared. The Monk runs forwards as the door opens. A Tamada, Elf and elderly Dwarf enter.

“Hey! Who are you,” the Monk calls out to them.

“Nobody of importance,” the Elf replies. Upon further inspection The Monk realizes these three are different. They aren’t wearing the standard white jumpsuits everyone else he’d seen was wearing.

“Seriously, who are you?” The three approach the Monk, silently now. “Stay back! Stay back!” the Monk shouts. The Elf raises her hands in the air, blasting the monk backwards off the path. He lands on a pile of rocks, which cripples him. Unable to move, the last thing he hears before passing out is the sound of approaching seagulls.

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“Catastria, you could have been a little more polite in killing him,” Smleeve exclaims.

“Oh come on. How fun would that be?”

“But the rocks?! It doesn’t make sense, you could have killed him quickly!” Smleeve defends.

“It doesn’t matter how he’s dead, all that matters is he’s dead,” Perogio pipes up.

“Okay, fine. Just saying. You could still be humane.”

“Smleeve, we quite literally are death now. Our one job is to kill things. I might as well have some fun with it,” Catasria explains.

“Yeah, yeah, fine.”

Catastria, Perogio and Smleeve walk back through the door.