Tonight I learned a lesson that I could have, and should have, learned months ago.
As it turns out, the great and terrible “Tyrant” of The Crocodile Clans desires real connection and refuses to let the digital “community” stay transient and disorienting for him.
Zod takes what he wants! He is Zod, kneel before him!
The trouble is that not everyone longs for deeper connection on the Discord… it’s just a game after all…
“So once upon a time Zod felt angry, disoriented, and befuddled in his mind about the circumstances he found himself in. He allowed his mind to play tricks on him; and soon after his mind betrayed and murdered him.”
It happened just the way I predicted it would, and it was all my fault.
Just a week earlier Zod had finally gotten the attention of the Great King of the North, (and friendly neighborhood Admin) Chullain. It was a crowning achievement and something that all “bad guys” want: attention— Zod’s ego was finally to be satisfied!!! Huzzah!!
And then the greatest triumph of all: Chullain spared Zod his life, choosing instead to chop off his left hand. Victory! Zod, refined by the fire of persecution, would become more terrible!, more hideous!, and would summon Yog! :ebil:
That was Zod’s story. It was a Ruins of the Storm story that I had helped to co-create.
I stole it from Zod until tonight, and I have regrets.
I also stole it from the community that I now call “home”. For that, I apologize.
One thought on “Zod learned his lesson, finally”
Some of the best stories were the villain is reoccurring. That’s why I didn’t kill Zod…hell Chullain didn’t want his hand. That was the bloodthirsty people that led you that demanding blood.