by Max Barry

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Region: World Assembly

Void pocket n141b

You hear a sound reminiscent of pasta being wriggled.

Speech begins to form in your thoughts, as viscous as the sound.

"Humans of the world, I come to participate in this grand uniting. Allow me to discuss with you how this globe may be changed."

The god leaves behind him a urgent feeling, as if he was expecting something."

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