The God.

Hey. It's Dr. Malice. I don't really have anything interesting but like Nathan's strange conversation with Jack I had an interesting conversation with Unikeia regarding The God figure.

I was sitting beside Portnoy in her throne room when she glanced over at us.

Unikeia: Hey, Doctor Malice... What do you know about God?

Me: Um? Depends whether you mean the religious depiction of God, The Archangel or The Good deity figure Jack told us about?

Unikeia:  Well the first and last are effectively the same thing while the middle one is a corruption of the first but, the last one.

Me: Only that according to Jack it doesn't do much. It's true form is unknown and it apparently fails at everything it tries.

Unikeia: Well Jack would say that. He wouldn't want you to have any hope. What if I said I know more?

Me: I'd be curous but a little disbelieving since I'm confused as to how you could know more than Jack about something like that.

Unikeia waved her hand dismissively.

Unikeia: Like your good friend Muffin once said. Everyone knows something and you can learn anything if you ask the right questions to the right people.

Me: I don't think he said that exac-

Unikeia: -I'm paraphrasing! The point is I know something about God. I was thinking if I told you do you think you could get Muffin to sweeten the deal a little?

Me: Depends what would you want?

Unikeia: Can I keep Portnoy?

Me: I'm not sure Nathan would agree to that...

Unikeia: Of course I could also just make you let me keep him. I'm actually not sure why I bother bartering at all. Maybe I just find it more fun.

Me: Um... Yes?

Unikeia: You're so cute when you're confused.

Me: Could you maybe explain?

Unikeia: No it's not important instead let's talk about God.

Me: Oh ok.

Unikeia: The God is both one being and many.

Me: Huh?

Unikeia: It is one being split. A piece in every universe.

Me: Oh...

Unikeia: The God feared Jack and his rage and so it hid itself. Erasing its own memory consciously. The pieces don't know what they are on a conscious level and have no access to their powers. The unconscious however remembers. The unconscious can access it's powers in subtle ways to change what it feels it needs to. It's every move acting as a subtle stab to Jack's side.

Me: Interesting.

Unikeia: One being. The same being spread through every universe possibly with small changes. With powers it can't access except unconsciously or possibly with some form of catalyst that would allow it to remain hidden regardless. Maybe something else that exists in multiple universes at once...

Me: Are you trying to tell me something?

Unikeia smiled.

Unikeia: I took a chance and I'm fairly sure I made the right one.

Me: Er... What does that-

Unikeia: Maybe some day you'll figure it out.

I was ushered out of the throne room at this point so I went to patrol the grounds. I'm sure she was trying to tell me something but I'm not sure exactly what.

I feel like she's laughing at me...

Still searching and a small conversation

So this place has now been pretty much entirely taken ove by The Truthseekers but still no sign of Dreslith or Gwen. We've had a few skirmishes with them but we've come out of it pretty well so far. Yesterday night though I had an interesting visitor. I woke up to having a cigar shoved into my mouth and lit. I spit it out and heard a familiar voice.

"Well that was a waste... teach me to try and show generosity..."

A red hand flashed into view and it's fingers snapped and the room was lit up. Jack was sitting on the side of the bed casually drinking from his flask.

Me: What the hell are you doing hee Jack?

Jack: Nothing much. Just got bored and came to talk. Let's have a philosophical discussion.

Me: I'm sorry I'm not exactly in the mood for a headache right now.

Jack: Well too bad it wasn't a request. You ever heard it said "All The Myths Are True"?

Me: I'm not getting into this with you Jack...

Jack: What if it were true? Well it can't be true you say. Many myths contradict others. For instance how can all the different creation myths possibly be true?

Me: Not listening...

Jack: Now that's an easy question. By happening retroactively they can all be true. One creation myth occurs. This in turn creates another which retroactvely becomes the creation myth and creates others which all become "The" creation myth. All occurred. All are true. All influence the world together. The world is simultaneously carried on the back of a giant turtle and is also the mutilated body of a dead god.

Me: Are you still talking?

Jack: So take my own creation myth. According to me I created all The Fears but, there are other myths about the origin of The Fears. One could say they're just all wrong and mine is right but that's not how it goes. They are all true they just didn't actually happen at the same time or in the same sequence. Except they did from the point of view of everyone involved.

Me: I'm going back to sleep.

Jack: Now of course as I said one had to of kicked off the others. So which was it? Well as much as I'd love to say it was me I couldn't do so honestly. See due to the retroactive nature I automatically was first from my point of view but so were all te others. No one involved is aware of their retroactive state.

Me: Wait! Unikeia knew all about the retroactive nature of The Ne Timu! You're lying!

Jack: Ha! I knew you were listening! The Ne Timu know about their own situation because they read your blog where in I explained it.

Me: ... Oh. Well as long as you know I'm listening what the hell does this have to do with me?

Jack: Nothing at all. Like I said I just felt like talking and frankly I like you muffy. Yo're fun to converse with.

Me: I'm so glad the god of Evil likes me...

Jack: Oh that reminds me... I should do something about Harold and Faceless... I don't like being deceived.

Me: Hey wait no!

Jack: Oh? You don't think I should kill them both?

Me: No!We need them!

Jack: True... The game is more fun with them involved... Ok I'll spare them... On one condition.

Me: What?

Jack suddenly turned to face me his eyes sparkling with well concealed anger.

Jack: Play the game, Nathan. Give up on whatever pointless and inane plan you've concocted against me.

With that he disappeared. The only proof of the conversation being the smoldering cigar on the floor.