Put anything to a surreal extreme—Monty Python styled in the anime way—and you’ll gain a few alternative responses to your odd suggestion of insanity. I believe the title of Mechanical God would’ve court your attention enough to question it and I’ll believe you’re waiting for me to answer—well I shall for what kind of deity Mechanical God would be.

How would I describe Mechanical God without going into too much detail on its actual background from the dawn of time before time before plus one, along with minor details on what would be involved to honour such a deity without it being consider cultist? Because it seems a little unfair for people to consider it like that when you’re perfectly willing to believe in a bearded man in the sky (really!?), but I don’t pick holes—I cynically mock for good reason and hate for good measure.

So here’s the simple gist of what Mechanical God is, about 10,000 feet tall, has a city mounted upon its back as a shell type appearance, has a vague mecha form with standing upright and has two projectile hands—the right is love and the left is ONE OF CHAOTIC JUDGEMENT FOR THOSE UNABLE TO COMPREHEND THE EPIC NATURE OF MECHANICAL GOD!

Minor details of what else composes Mechanical God religion, are best left untouched—since it seems suited to let the human condition of making crap up do all the leg work required to create a false idea of how to live your life. And imposing stuff from the beginning, again, seems to be a little off—come on! You’re god is a mechanical walking city by this point, I think asking for it to lead you is a little much.

Though of the Day: October 1st:

My sanity might be on the verge of tipping off into oblivion from the idea that everything I consider could simply be the dream of another.