"HWAA! *cough* *cough* ugh, man. I could have sworn I just di-",


    the worlds got caught in my mouth as I finally took in my surroundings...


    So I''m in space now?


    ...


    What?


    "Ah, Clive. Good of you to drop by.", an overly amused- cynical sounding voice sounded out directly behind me. I turned to look towards the source.


    White hair? Check.


    Looks old? Check.


    Lives floating I space? Check.


    ...


    Ugh. I new I shouldn''t have gone to that blasted wedding. "This may sound crazy to you but am I safe in assuming you are god.", I gingerly asked the suspected divine individual.


    He smirked at me, "I suppose I am, Clive.",


    "Are you sure though? Are you really, really sure? I don''t want the priests down there on that blue rock to be right. Are you sure your not just a space hermit?", I probed the smirking gentleman.


    "I am god, Clive. The creator and all that. You know, created the world in seven days.",This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    "But- I''m pretty sure hermits are delusional. I''m not too sure about space hermits but I reckon the shrooms you get access to up here are as just if not more potent!",


    Hang on a moment, there might be even more of these homeless cosmic junkies around here I better keep my wits about me.


    "You want some proof I''m not some recluse Darth Vader then? What would be good enough proof, Clive? I want to get this over with quickly.",


    I looked at the self-claimed god and with suspicion asked him to do the first godly seeming thing I could think of. "Make me a millionaire!",


    ''God'' looked at me funnily for saying that. "Er- Clive... You do realise that you died by getting hit by that truck.",


    "Yeah. Now make me a millionaire if you''re so high and mighty!",


    "You could have literally told me to do anything...", the old space bum mumbled to himself.


    "There. Done. You are now a millionaire. Are you happy now?",


    I don''t have any way of actually checking though. Ah- well, at least my dad will be rich now.


    "Yes, perfectly happy. So then ''god'', what happens next then?",


    "Yes~ well you see I have had a bit of trouble on one of my test worlds recently and I just used the most ironic soul on hand to deal with it.",


    I don''t like where this is going...


    "So I''m going to send you there to go and promote my religion okay?",


    "Fuck no! I''m not going to promote some shitty re-",


    Suddenly a bright beam of light filled my vision and the next thing I knew I was out cold.


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    "This is why I hate atheists." God said as he made a massage chair appear behind him and a pot of space shrooms big enough to last him until the next judgment day.


    God smiled to himself as he took a good puff of his space shroom spliff.


    "Good look Clive... You''re gonna need it, mwah ha ha ha!",