Screw having all that pressure on YOUR back. You think to yourself. The powers of a god were yours to do with as you saw fit. So far, no other powers had come to you, but you figured you'd get the hang of it in time. You turn towards the door, grabbing the jar of formula from the table. You look it over, wondering what to do with it. You could hang onto it for later, the odds it would increase your powers was a certainty. You could give it to someone else, and have a second god running around. That didn't sound like too much fun...
You glance to the floor, staring at it's vibrant whiteness as though it would help you decide...
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