Smug Goats
From Spring
There were days when the world was a formless ember in a sea of timeless cloud and chaos; days of holy ash and hellish light; days when the thought of Man was but a passing glimmer in the gazing eye of a capricious God and Creator.
SmuG was formed way, way, after those days. And as much as Nixa would like to believe it, he is not a God. Or a Creator. Except, perhaps, of SmuG. Which he was. Partially.
