The fell hand of the gods swathed the world in their artistic cataclysm. Unyielding, grasping digits tore asunder the livelihood of man. A cosmic game rooted in the most insolent depths, the divine fear not the concept of death. Shaking hands from deity thoroughly pressured slung brick from somber towers, leading to mortality well measured. And yet when all was said and done, the fell hand of the gods soon returned to its twisted fun.