"Anything for you, Mr. Omnipotent. But I should warn you, it's only
good for nailing"—the following words in a low, hissy whisper—"certain
things."
God gulped.
Afterward they went on to negotiate a fair price: in exchange for the
borrowed hammer to nail whatever "certain things" the temptress was
referring to, God was to let Free Will dictate the entire fate of the cosmos for
the rest of eternity.
Needless to say, God must’ve really wanted that hammer.
That is why, after inventing problems teeming in abundance just to keep
busy, the Almighty One could only watch as said problems ran rampant and
exacerbated in skyrocketing numbers. As any person of ambition can
imagine, not only did the Creator grow bored with all the watching; but
restlessness for something—ANYTHING—to do, began to permeate His whole
being.
And so God had yet another idea, one that would afford Him all the requisite
entertainment He'd been searching for without violating the terms of His
agreement with Free Will. He was going to invent a game. Games, He
thought, always cure divine entities of their boredom. Why did I not think of
this before?
And so on the ninth day, God made Telephone (or Chinese Whispers).
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