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headcaseyThe Nysgods are a beautiful race. And they’re everywhere. If you ever see a person with an other-worldly prettiness that you just can’t quite figure out, they’re probably a Nysgod. But don’t try to get them to admit it. The Nysgods will never admit to anything.
That’s one of the first things I learned about them.
Another was that they’re stubborn. Veeeeeery set in their ways. And I guess, if I were pushing five thousand years old, I’d probably be a little bit of a stick in the mud too. I mean, if it’s worked for the last several millennia, why change it now? “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” am I right? Although, I guess, they’d probably put it more eloquently. I’m not very good with words. But the Nysgods? They’ve had time unending to master the art of stringing together sentences like pearls on a strand.
Now, personally, if I had that much free time, I don’t think I’d be interested in words. They’re not my favorite thing. I’ve always preferred science. It really isn’t all that different from poetry, most people just don’t recognize that. I mean, consider, for example, the atom. The basic building block of life. Sure, it’s too small to see, but it’s in everything. And atoms are perfectly balanced. There’s always the right number of protons to go with the right number of electrons. Symmetry. How is that not beautiful?
Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for the Nysgods. Every proton has its electron. But not every Nysgod has his other half. Which is how the trouble really started…
That’s one of the first things I learned about them.
Another was that they’re stubborn. Veeeeeery set in their ways. And I guess, if I were pushing five thousand years old, I’d probably be a little bit of a stick in the mud too. I mean, if it’s worked for the last several millennia, why change it now? “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” am I right? Although, I guess, they’d probably put it more eloquently. I’m not very good with words. But the Nysgods? They’ve had time unending to master the art of stringing together sentences like pearls on a strand.
Now, personally, if I had that much free time, I don’t think I’d be interested in words. They’re not my favorite thing. I’ve always preferred science. It really isn’t all that different from poetry, most people just don’t recognize that. I mean, consider, for example, the atom. The basic building block of life. Sure, it’s too small to see, but it’s in everything. And atoms are perfectly balanced. There’s always the right number of protons to go with the right number of electrons. Symmetry. How is that not beautiful?
Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for the Nysgods. Every proton has its electron. But not every Nysgod has his other half. Which is how the trouble really started…
