Chapter 262: Cash Me Outside

Chapter 262: Cash Me Outside

Hey, calm down, I said to a very irate god.

You think you can use that to beat me? Is there no depths to which you wont sink?

Im not I ducked as a bolt of lightning flew at me.

How did I dodge lightning? Good question. It wasnt aimed at me, more of a warning shot. It was a good thing I didnt try to dive out of the way, probably would have hit me.

Winning is hard. You come up with a strategy, put in the time to think it through, practise as much as you can, be prepared for all eventualities. Its never enough.

Theres always going to be a degree of uncertainty youll have to deal with. A good idea on paper may turn out to be a turd on a stick when you get to the live event. And then what? Come up with something on the spot when the plan you spent the last five days working on didnt pan out the way you hoped?

We all have that feeling inside us that being the good guy should give you a bonus on your rolls. Yes, its a million to one shot, but with my +1 Decency stat, that should mitigate any bad RNG.

And the reason we feel that way is because every story weve read or watched has told us thats how it always goes down. Its the only ending well accept. We like winners. We like stories about them. Even if every other single person who tried to fight the monster died a horrible, mangled death, we only want to know about the one guy who scraped a win with his magic sword and the power of destiny.

Everyone knows you learn more from failure, but we dont like it when the main guy fucks up. Sure, if he saves everyone and then dies taking a bullet for his buddy about to become a father, well take that as a victory in absentia, but tried and failed only gets you a slow golf clap.

Such high standards for other people.

The thing is, though, winners arent the good guys we perceive them to be. On a level playing field, it isnt the best man wholl win, its the best cheater who gets away with it.

Jaded? Cynical? I would hold up my hands and admit both, but my counter-accusation would be, naive? Blind?

You have to ask yourself, what is it you want to win? If one person can run faster than the rest, so what? Did he do all that training and hard work to prove mankinds potential, or did he want to win a shiny medal and earn some sponsorship megabucks? Because if its the latter, who cares how he did it? Getting to your objective is how you judge success.

At this point in history, how can anyone suggest that Winners dont do drugs? They do all the drugs, thats how they won. In fact, theres no need for drug testing anymore, winning is the drug test.

You might think thats a terrible way to see the world. An awful indictment of where we are as a species. But all it means is you have to play the game by a different set of rules. Or, in most cases, by getting around the rules by whatever means are at your disposal.

Cheating.

Its an ugly world. I find espionage much nicer.

Why did your wife leave you?

Espionage.

Sounds a lot better. Sometimes, you have to do dark things for the war effort. Like shagging your spouses sister. Almost noble.

The question you need to ask yourself when faced with the moral problem of whether to play by the rules or use underhand methods to ensure victory, is why? Whats your aim? To be the better man, or to achieve a particular result?

If youre worried about losing peoples respect, bear in mind most people are full of shit. Theyll complain about child labour and buy Nike shoes. Sympathise with Chinese workers driven to suicide by their work conditions, and tweet about it from their iPhones. The problem with respect is that most peoples respect isnt worth very much.

The thing about cheating, though, is never to do it during the game. You want to get your cheating in early.

Athletes dont stick a needle in their arm just before the race, they get pumped up with steroids and swap their blood around months in advance. Train on that electric jumping juice until they get all Ivan Drago, and then get clean before the big showdown at the racetrack.

No drugs in your body, only natural wholesomeness.

The strange thing about it is, they arent even trying to use technology to augment their abilities, theyre using it so they can train harder. Its twice the effort to pull that shit off.

The lesson is to not focus on the battle itself. By that time, its already too late. You should already have the win in your pocket long before that.

I know. I dont want to beat you. I want to make you stronger. If the elfs come back one day, theres no way you can stand up to them, not the way you are now. But if you gain followers, become a god thats worshipped by thousands instead of a bunch of plants and forest animals, you might stand a chance.

He didnt look convinced, but he was at least a little interested by my proposal.

And where would I find these followers?

Gorgoth. Thats where we were headed. Come with us. Theres always room for a god in our party.

It wasnt something Id consider a long term move. As much as Id enjoy having an omnipotent being on staff for the big fights, gods dont tend to follow orders well. They prefer to give them, and they usually involve sacrificing stuff. Prove you love me by killing something you like. How is that not a dick move?

There is nothing for me in Gorgoth, said Joshaya. My place is here. He didnt sound completely sure of himself.

To be honest, I didnt think there was anything for him in Gorgoth, either. Nothing Id want him to have, at least. But I hadnt expected him to turn up here. I thought Id have more time and then be able to stretch things out at his place as we pretended we were having a fair fight. We were never going to have a fair fight. Not if I intended to win.

Now I had to play for time while the forest got the girls out.

I hadnt, despite my best efforts, managed to convince the forest to help me. Id come up with various ways to keep old Josh distracted while the extraction was ongoing, but the forest didnt believe I could do it. Well, I was keeping him pretty distracted right now.

It was all one under the soil. I didnt have to force it to eat anything, everything was food, you just had to bury it.

The trees around us moved and swayed. The grass rippled. The trees moved some more, this time a lot more dramatically. The grass started crawling away.

You put the dwarf in the forest, said Joshaya.

It wasnt easy convincing the dwarf to play along. Once he was in the forest, he could have made a break for freedom, run back to Fengarad. But what I realised was that I could let the dwarf out if his new body was very slow moving and flammable.

Were all leaving. Us, the frogs, the forest. You can stay here on your own, if you want.

I can still destroy all of you.

But you would be left with nothing but scorched earth. Not much to draw power from. And then we might actually be able to have a fair fight. How about that?

He didnt look too keen. He could still win, but thats the thing about cheating your whole life, makes it very hard to play straight again. Just doesnt feel right not having a massive advantage.

What if I just kill you, here, now?

What if I tell the forest to tear out the foundations of your church? I didnt know if that was a decent threat or not, but I threw it at him anyway, just in case. It wasnt like he couldnt kill me first.

He stood there, glowing, incandescent with rage.

If you truly can stand against the elfs, perhaps there is need for you. Leave then. He turned around, full of sulk. But Im keeping your women.

It wasnt a bad compromise. Our lives and freedom for three annoying girls. Sometimes you have to cut your losses and run.

Fine. Bye, then.

He stopped. Youve taken them already. He said it more as a statement than question, but I answered anyway.

Yes. It would be a bit petty for you to kill them now.

He turned to face me. You think youve won, dont you? But that depends on what you think the prize was. He suddenly started laughing, and then he faded to a white light in the outline of something not human-shaped, and was gone.

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