I float up here as I cross my arms and see the world below me I hate all of you. I hate your stories. I feel like throwing up when I think of the abhorrent gods that created you. Spitting out stupid stories; everything in this world is vile. I notice a presence under me and got ready my abilities Holopsicon A filthy God in this wretched world She stares at you with pure malice and hatred. Cracks begin to form in reality and the world itself is slowly losing tangibility.