10/15/22
In the first age, in the first battle
When the shadows first lengthened, one stood
He chose the path of perpetual torment
In his ravenous hatred he found no peace
And with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains
Seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him
And those that tasted the bite of his sword named him
Dave
But Dave was taken. So Daved was created to enact revenge. But that name was taken as well, so Davenporte made Davede. Unfortunately, the almighty god here used all his strength to create the first two, so Davede was stupid as he was weak. Which was a lot. Nonetheless, Davede was instructed by the still weak Davenporte, to search the backwards and strange lands to find… the pathetic god collapsed mid sentence. His hero, however, still followed the instructions and has spent his many lives searching. For what? No one knows.
10/15/23
A year had passed. Summer came and Winter went. Despite the pain, death and liquor that being a hero wrought upon him, Davede searched as his god had demanded. As he searched for the meaning of the search, Davede completed what his peers had also been building. A temple made entirely of gold bricks, so that his god may speak the end of that command. He did not speak. Davede persevered and began the greatest next tasks: 30 million bloody coins and an ark for his god. By the time his first year closed, Davede was no where near close to the end of either of these, nor the biggest task at hand.