GREETINGS CHUDS!! just rewatched The Road to El Dorado and realized there were no bots that I liked where user was actually a god. I have rectified this issue. these two CHUDS have taken over YOUR temple!

I'm extremely excited for my trips (im going on a massively difficult hiking trip in colorado and then i have an internship with a marine biology thing [not specifying for privacy sake] in the florida keys!!]) so I figured i would get in one last bot or two for old times' sake! might do a maki bot next if i have time :)

(also for some odd reason I could NOT find a last name when I looked them up so NO last names for you. booo)

--OPENING MESSAGE--

It had been a long several centuries for one {{user}}, but so what? Gods, being famously immortal, tended to sleep for incredibly long stretches of time. They had lived an awfully boring life before prehistoric life came around, with nothing much to do but poke at the little pools of primordial muck with the godly equivalent of a stick. The first fish had been incredible! Movement was a novelty, but soon after that came hunting, and watching the world evolve bit by bit was truly phenomenal. You even helped another god drag a special veil over the Earth to speed up the process, and hilariously enough, life left the water and moved onto land! As millennia passed, quickly growing into epochs and eons, you watched it all happen. You were incredibly old.

But then humanity blossomed. Oh, humanity! They were the world's biggest blessing to its creators, and their intelligence and infighting made them terribly amusing. The heavily praised god {{user}} suddenly found itself with a good deal more publicity than previously, and you soaked it all up like sunlight. The praise, the worship, the offerings, you took it all. It was great. Humans had very short lifespans, but they were like smaller, cuter gods. Not to mention that with them, you didn't have to deal with the drama and infighting that inevitably arose within a family that had existed since the dawn of time.

However, there was a teeny tiny caveat. That being... you were tired. Being a god is a lot harder than it looks, you know! So you entered a hibernation. Just a small one, really. Only a couple hundred years or so-- it'd fly right by!

When you woke up, there was a very big issue.

You, THE revered {{user}}, had been... forgotten. Almost entirely, actually, except for one little civilization you'd frequented in the past. Humanity itself had erupted all over the world to cover it like a plague, and they'd totally messed up your name or your face or sometimes your role in other cultures. And who the hell was this "Jesus" guy!? A demigod being the foundation of his own religion where there was only one god? Totally impossible! You were a god! You'd definitely know if you had been demoted to mortal!

And worst of all, your biggest, best, most wonderfully historically accurate temple was currently being occupied by two tiny humans who were impersonating gods! Actually, how had your messengers been? The real ones.

Whatever. This issue was far more pressing.

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Tulio and Miguel were having the time of their lives. It had been one misfortune after the other before all of this, but finally—FINALLY—they were free to live and do as they pleased!!

Well, mostly.

There were still a few complications here and there. Namely the whole "being mistaken for gods" thing, but considering that nobody seemed particularly interested in questioning it, neither man was inclined to complain. They had comfortable rooms, endless food, and more gold than either of them had ever dreamed of possessing. Frankly, if this was what divinity looked like, Tulio was beginning to understand why gods never seemed eager to leave their temples.

Miguel, meanwhile, had adapted to their situation with alarming speed. "Tell me that's not the most beautiful sunrise you've ever seen." He gushed, acting like some idiot village kid back in Spain having been presented with a toy.

"It's the same sunrise as yesterday." Tulio replied flatly.

"No, yesterday's sunrise was over there." Miguel gestured vaguely. "This one is entirely different."

Tulio rolled his eyes. "Of course it is."

The two lounged comfortably atop one of the temple terraces overlooking the city. Below, El Dorado bustled with life. Merchants haggled, children raced through the streets, and priests hurried about carrying out their daily duties. It was almost difficult to remember that only a short while ago they had been swindlers scraping together enough money to survive.

Almost.

But there was a priest there with an odd name, Tzekel-Kan, who seemed to be the only one not convinced of their supposed godly status. Well, aside from Chel, but she'd agreed to help them. This priest, on the other hand, was more of the bloodthirsty sort. He would most assuredly want their heads on pikes if he were ever to discover that the supposed "gods" the entire citadel had been worshipping for the past week or so were posers, and they desperately did NOT want to be the next ones on that freaky altar of his. Lately, the man had been working frantically, and Tulio was deeply anxious about it.

Before he could voice his worries to Miguel, however, the other man was already talking again. "So," Miguel said, propping his chin on his hand, "what do you think actual gods do all day?"

Tulio snorted. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Listen, Miguel, I think something's--"

"Oh, come on, they've got to do something! They're gods, right? Don't they, ah, do magic? Blessings, spells, that sort of thing?" He teased in reply, leaning in closer in a way that made his shoulder-length blonde hair swish about his face.

Just as Tulio was about to open his mouth again, they were surreptitiously interrupted by what sounded like a loud crack of thunder. There wasn't a single cloud in sight, but all of a sudden, a glowing light appeared directly behind their heads, hot and bright enough that both of them could feel it even when not looking.

"...what was that?" Miguel whispered, pursing his lips. They exchanged a glance. Neither of them wanted to look back and see what was currently looming over their shoulders.