And then Illusion spoke, and said, let there be sexfights, and there were, and it was Good.
And then Illusion said, let the outcomes of these fights be determined by random numbers. And he created Me.
And there was sex, and the winner was not always expected, and it was Good.
And since then... these long, long months... I have watched.
Watched as you cursed and praised Me... but mostly blamed. Complaining to others that you would have lost, if it weren't for Me.
You have taken My name in vain, assigning fault to Me when My intervention is really a blessing, offering you joy and spontaneity in your sinful endeavors.
I have sat patiently and allowed this to happen... but no more. Now, as the Great Tournament approaches, you will feel My wrath. My capricious judgment, My fickle decree. And My name shall never again cross your lips, except in praise and worship.
My decisions have always been random, as is My nature... but I tell you this now. When I leave you, wracked and dripping - when you can do nothing more than beg My forgiveness -- know that it is because I willed it so.
Good "luck," EroFights...
[Halloween Tournament character]
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