Snippet #2702230

The sudden realization did the equivalent of several pints of black coffee and a good night's sleep. The Chosen Ones drew their reinvigorated attention towards the Creator of Grand Gaia. Of course there had to be a Creator to create Grand Gaia, only a being of their stature can truly bring a world to existence. But never, in their lives' knowledge of gods, have the Chosen Few heard of a Creator named Maxwell. The awakened heroes unsheathed their weaponry, with one exception pulling out a cream pie.
"Funny thing," Adam said, mainly to the group. "The Creators we know are all glowy and stuff. They don't look exactly... mortal."
"Maybe because that's not her final form," muttered Max, crackling his knuckles, his robotic arm producing a few small clangs.
"Guys," Fancy said, a tad more terrified than his comrades. "When he mentioned a god, he didn't say it was a Creator. This is too much for us, admit it! I'd rather eat my hair!"
"Shut up and get ready for a poundin', then," snapped Max.