How To Kill A God

A Step By Step Instruction.

Preface:

One must recognize what kind of god ones god is, for this guide is only for specific gods, see alternatively “How To Kill A Water God” or “How To Kill A Young God”. If ones God fits into these criteria : ancient - has children - punishes sinners - jealous. Then ones God can be killed with the next steps.

Ingredients:

• One single jar of flames of a dying star.
• Two scales from the first fish who walked the lands.
• Tears, just a tablespoon, from the first born child of ones God(alternatively second born)
• The heart of the sinner.
• One tablespoon of cinnamon.

Step one:

As the first step, one must have committed an act, which must have been unfairly punished by ones God, possibly God took away something one loved, A tree, A family member; maybe ones soul. This must have been done before one turns eighteen, for else the vengeance that burns inside of one is not strong enough to go through with it, the killing part one can decide for oneself when one does. One must also know before starting anything, where ones god resides, and how to get there, as the writer of this does not know the location of every God, one could ask around, or search on google.

Step Two:

Gathering ingredients, one can gather them in whatever order one wants, but for convenience sake the writer will go from easiest to hardest, and the writer will provide in depth instructions on how to get them, and a youtube link at the end.

One single jar of flames from a dying star: This is easy as there are many dying stars and all of them have an abundance of flames. If one does not have a dying star in close proximity one can travel with the next star vessel out. On the journey one must question the meaning of life, this is vital, one needs of ponder over the state of the star, and see its weakened flames stretch out, watch its soddy exhales, and then one must find it in oneself to feel bad for this dying star, one could ask the star for its story. The star will say: I used to be the brightest star in the universe, all dying and bright stars say this, until God took my life away. Then one will tell the sad star of ones quest, and the star will give one a single jar of its extinguished flames. As one leaves it, one will watch it burn down in the distance, and optionally shed a tear. The jar can be stored anywhere as long as it’s kept away from temperatures below 0.

Two scales of the first fish who walked the lands: This is fairly easy if one lives on earth, but if one does not live on earth one must travel to it, which can take months for the government enjoys making travelers wait while they review ones request. But as one is on earth one must simply find one of the thirty first fish who walked the lands, they reside on the antarctic peninsula. They are quite easy to spot, as there are not many fish who walk on land. As one finds the fish, one finds out that the fish are really one entity of thirty fish, sharing minds, though not bodies. The fish will not give one two of their scales, one can ask for one at a time, for else the fish will get upset, when one has obtained one singular scale, one must wait for around a year before the fish are okay with giving their scales again. So for a year one must reside on the antarctica peninsula, hunt for water fish daily, and make a friendship with an unusual penguin, who will tell one: this land will one day become florusing again, I remember when this was green, and I used to be good friends with the land fish, but then I asked for two of their scales. One will then return to the fish and the fish will tell one that they have seen their patience, for will reward them with a scale and a leaf from when they first walked, they will tell one that God took these leaves away from them. One will leave with new found purpours after nearly giving up in the cold. If one had already collected the jar of flames one must not store it on the peninsula, as it is too cold.

Tears of the first born child of ones god: This is when it gets tricky, ones god has children yes, of course, they all do, but this is only possible if the first born is alive, or has the ability to cry, possibly someone has a little jar of their tears somewhere, but one is alone on that, the writer does not know the location of every tear. So assuming that ones god has a first born, one must find it, first borns are hard to find as they have lived the longest, they are clever and they do not want to be found. First borns are always loners and they will not want to speak too one. Some possible places where they can be found : deep in caves where the sunlight does not reach, in the middle of impact craters or even sometimes in attics. So one locates ones first born, and then one will do anything but to look at it, the first born do not like being looked at. After sitting in the dark for at least an hour, unsure if FB(First born)is still there, one will say: the place is nice, this shade of black is quite nice. FB might be startled by ones voice. FB will ask one if God sent them, and one will say: no, FB’s never like their parents. FB asks: do you want to stay? One can only assume FB misses the company, that they have been alone far too long, and one says: yes. One has been lonely too. And so one will sit in the dark, empty place, and one will become aware of their heartbeat, the slow rhythmic sound, how it seems to be bouncing off the walls, sometimes one will hear a drip, this is water, and the echo rings far into the void. I’m here to kill God. One says, and listen then for the exhale that exits FB’s mouth, relief, fear, one does not know with FB’s. I used to be Gods everything, did you know? I was the first, but then God created others and just like that I was nothing special anymore. Now I live here, alone, no one cares about me anymore. FB says sniffling, one wonders if this is the time to ask for the tears, but one waits instead one says: You are very special to me. One will then light a light, candle, flashlight, match, one can decide for oneself. And one will let the glow light up their companion, and one will see that FB is a comb jelly, Ctenophora, the first born. I need your help, one will say, holding out a tablespoon too where one can only guess the comb jelly's eye is, its gelatinous mass glitters in the light, FB nods, and spills a perfectly tablespoon shaped tear into the spoon. Thank you.

The heart of the sinner: The sinner resides in the sinners home, this is subjective. Yes it is called the sinner, but one just needs to find one of them, there are many, and one will follow the sinner's deep tracks that it leaves on the ground, a feeling of dread follows the sinners. One will follow this trail, and feel the growing feeling of sorrow and fear grow inside one. One follows and looks not at ones surroundings, one will be in a trance of sorts. The trail of darkness will end abruptly and one will draw ones attention to ones surroundings, realize that this is ones childhood home, and one will see the trail one has followed is really just ones own path, the path one had taken when one ventured out. One looks at the now faltered home, the windows shattered and the bricks covered in dirt and plants, the roof letting rain fall through. One forgets what one is looking for, and step inside where the door once sat. The floor boards will creak, and one will be taken back to childhood, one will remember the smell of herb hung to dry in the window, where the sun poured in, remember the hum of a song sung, the comfort that it carried. Now the house stands saddened, the counters dirty and unused, the walls gray. One will want to leave, for this is the thing that one tried so long to escape, this was where your hatred for God began. Yet one walks to the stairs, and ascends them letting one foot fall on one crack board after the other, if one lets one hand travel along the railing, splinters will place themselves in the skin. Something will shine in the corner of a room, and one will walk towards it, this will be ones childhood room, and in its gray state a mirror stands in the middle. One will walk towards it, and see oneself, one expects to see oneself as a child, but it's one now, adult and bleak, tired eyes, blank. One is the sinner, and one realizes this. Luckily this is a metaphorical heart, one would not be able to complete the quest without a heart. 

One tablespoon of cinnamon: This is the final ingredient, the toughest, many have failed for just this ingredient, perhaps one thought about quitting while reading this item on the ingredients list. But fret not, the writer just so happens to be the lone holder of cinnamon, whether the writer will give it too one is the question. Cinnamon is rarest of rare, and can not be given out to just anyone. Travel to the writer, the only writer, who is probably writing right now as one reads this, travel to the writer whom so many have traveled to before. The writer lives alone on their own solitaire rock in space. The rock, or meteorite, moon maybe, one can call it what one wants, nothing changes about the place no matter what one calls it. On the rock surface there stands a cottage, the writer always had a thing for old earthly things, the wooden planks on the outside are pristine, mahogany, the windows are all of stained glass, this home never changes and every traveler who have come too seek out the writer before one, has seen the same thing. And they have all marveled at it, how a thing can look so out of place. Knock on the heavy door, notice how familiar it all feels. The door will open on its own, and one steps inside, the writer will sit in the chair as they always sit in when travelers arrive, pouring over their writings. Hello traveler the writer says, and one will vaguely recognize the voice, but can not place it. Step closer. Take in ones surroundings, the warm orange light, the faint smell of cedar. You are here, for you seek to kill your god, correct? Writer says and one nods, the writer continues: You have read my instructions and I assume you are here for cinnamon, but I have no more cinnamon, or to be exact there never has been. The writer turns around, and it's the eyes that one recognises, God. Yes, ones God is the writer, or maybe every writer is a God, the ability to create something must be godly. One feels a rage burn inside of one, this is the God one has been hunting for so long, the reason ones life didn’t turn out how one wanted, even if God’s plan was always clear. You- one starts, but is interrupted by God: I knew you were coming, as I knew the others before you were coming, I see everything, so many have tried to kill me before, but have failed.

Step Three:

One stands before God now, and the final step is to kill them. One can go about this in different ways, but as one has just noted, no one has succeeded. One can do one of three things now, 1- Leave, and settle down, put the past memories and traumas behind one, one can still do this, God will not stop one from leaving, also might one choose any of the next option, one can always end up choosing this, one can leave at anytime. 2- Immediately pull out the dying flames from one's bag and throw them over god, this will do nothing, and one has no weapons, God will then ask you if you want to leave or die trying to kill God, One should say leave but one never does. So one fights, and dies trying.  3- One can ask : did I even need any of the things I collected? The answer is no, one did not need to do all that, one should have started with this step, this was always an option, but they never do. One will then sit down on the couch next to God's writing chair. Why did you do it? why did you take

(insert ones lost thing that god took from one ) from me? God will lean back, This is the job of a God, we have little purpose left, I don’t enjoy being cruel, but we have scripts to follow, we have to execute fate the way they tell us too, had I not taken (insert ones lost thing) your life would have played out very differently, and if you knew how that life would have been, i think you would have chosen this fate instead, I could show you, but i think it would do more harm than good. But you must now understand that God is not just me, or more precisely I am god, but the god that came before me is also god, that might not make sense now, but I promise it will. One furrows ones eyebrows at this. I, as in this consciousness, is not the one who took (insert) away from you, that was the one who came before me. You see I was once you, the last God had taken something away from me too, so I found this recipe as you have also followed, and it led me here. I choose the same option as you are now choosing, I become God, and now you too can take this task. One considers this, tries to make sense of what that means. yes or no. One feels the rage and hatred inside one die away, and one looks at God and knows that one must take the task. How would I kill God then? One asks. God answers: you won't, I will die if you take this role, but my, and all the ones that came before us, will live on through you, when you have fulfilled the role of god, taken enough things away from people, they will find this guide, and come to you, eventually someone will choose option 3, and say yes, then you will die. God cannot be killed. One can then decide to say yes or no, one is on ones own from here one. The writer cannot guide you to a better life or how to be a good god. 

Step Four (only if one said yes)

One has said yes, and has taken the role of god. A script will be handed to one, and one will follow this. Gradually the memories and feelings of ones human life will fade away, though one will always have a pit inside one, where the life will be stored. One will be a cruel God as all the last Gods, and one will forget why one ever did anything other than punish and follow fate. That is until the fated traveler comes, and ones life will be reawakened, one will gather all the compassion one once had, and give over the role. One will then die, and in a way have completed ones goal of killing God. 

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