Legends and myths
Mother and son You'd think the worst battles happen on the battlegrounds. Thousands of people die for what they call their belief. Millions perish innocently, like they never were there. And billions suffer the fate of either having PTSD or other post-war "illness" that affects their thinking. Bad, isn't it? Saying it's just "bad" would be an understatement. It's like the Stadium V... alright, maybe not that bad, but... oh, for Hellaven's sake, you know! It's... terrible! There, that's a word. Anyway, yes, no one would want for a war to really happen... well... ehh, some people do, but... we're not talking about these people!
First conscious incoherence All Incoherences are mistakes done by the mighty gods that very often fiddle around with the fundamental concept - reality. Once something that wasn't supposed to happen in the whole integral Structure of worlds comes to be, an Incoherence is formed - a sign that one fucked up dearly and has to fix it. Such problems include, but are not limited to: killing one of the gods dead, beyond the point of recognition and any possible recovery; tugging with a vacuum valve near the Emptiness Conduit - void angels use these to regulate stretching of the Universe as it inflates like a balloon, increasing its volume with more and more vacuum and it's not naturally possible to move these; abusing a VSU backup for personal gain (those restore the state of the Realm from a certain point); abusing rules of a domain in practice, that is doing something which the rules of the universe cannot handle (e.g. filling the entire World with particles to the point where it may burst)... and many, m
There were two There's a legend that is very frequently told to young children to save their parents and friends some headache later. It is not authentic, but being a merge of multiple reports given to SBBIS, it lives its own life to this day, modernized with weaponry that fits for year 20124. However, the beginning and moral that comes from the myth never changes. And what is the moral... you will find out after reading. It goes like this:
The Birth of the Meandering Mare Before the Meandering Mare came to this world, there was no real legends. The world was clear of cataclysms and cyan clouds, swordsmanship evolved, SBBIS minded their own business without peeking out of their bunkers at all... everything was peaceful, despite so much being destroyed ten millenias ago. If there was a war, said peace turned into discord... it could last a few days or many years. But nothing like doom that took everything equally and plentifully existed. Wars... were a mere preparation.