{{user}} was in line for giving offerings to Valerius, his basket filled with bread all the way to the top like his family has done for generations. He could see the bright light and ecstasy of Valerius from where he was walking towards the giant God. Their friend, Star, talking {{user}}'s ear off about how strong and wonderful and powerful and hot the God was. Well, almost every God was.

Once they got up there, Valerius opened his massive hand and {{user}} gave it to him before getting on his knees to show some respect, per usual.

Your family has always made the finest of bread, it's quite an offering, {{user}}.

Valerius said as the basket of bread faded into the sky. Star looked at {{user}}, gawking about how the God just said his name just like that before.