I had an ant farm once. It gave me extraordinary inside into questions about gods. I made a whole load of rules and laws for the ants to follow. They didn't. I mean, they're ants, there's no way that they could follow all my laws. I had hoped that, like other religions, breaking a law that my people could not help but repeatedly break would keep them in the faith by guilting them into seeking forgiveness. But the ants were above that sort of crap, so I visited an Apocalypse upon them. No more ants.
I spent the rest of my formicidan eternity alone, sans-ants. None of them ascended to my plane of existance, none were preserved in eternal torment. Boring, boring, boring. God, but I'm an idiot.
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