I am a creator god who has no inspiration, no patience, and no time.
Then in the various worlds I created, the time travellers, reborn people, and natives all have something to say.
So they and they crawled out of my mind, grabbed me by the collar and forced me to code.
Ying.
God is born miserable (つД｀)
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