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- ** Book of Gerbilius - Introduction of purpose. **
- I am Gerbilius. I was old when humanity was young. I am a servant of the lord,
- but do not be mistaken. I am not holy, nor am I perfect. But I am good,
- or the lord almighty would not have given me my power.
- I am the sentinel of this world. I defend it from the other worlds who would
- do it harm and I enforce the justice.
- This is the first time I have spoken to my peoples or any races who have dwelled
- on this world before you. I speak now to demand peace, mercy and compassion
- from you all, because this is lacking among some who call themselves servants
- of the lord.
- I must tell you about what I am. When I say what I am, I mean what kind
- of person I am. I will never harm a kind person. I will never command
- the death of a good person. I do not bring damnation, I bring rectification.
- I may punish some, yes, but I never give more punishment than deserved,
- and beware, I never give less punishment than is needed for correction.
- I am a guardian of Midgard, what you call Earth, and these are among my
- greatest duties. I am not alone in this task, but I am powerful.
- Now I must tell you about my master, the lord. Some call him simply "God",
- some call him Yahweh, some call him Jehovah, some call him Allah,
- and some call him Krishna. The nature of the lord is one of undying love,
- compassion, value for life, and infinite mercy. You are all a voice of the lord.
- You and god are the same. I must elaborate; there is only one being in all
- of existence, and that is the lord. This means that I and you are the same,
- that you and a stranger are the same. This is why many faiths command
- compassion and kindness, because they know this truth; that harming another
- is the same as harming oneself.
- Those who act in the name of a cruel, wrathful perception of the lord
- are deeply insulting the lord. They tarnish his name, they disgrace him.
- They are instead blindly acting in the name of evil. What is evil?
- From my wisdom I will tell you now: Evil is cruelty, mercilessness, greed,
- selfishness, a feeling of entitlement. Evil is destruction. Weakness is not evil,
- ignorance is not evil. They are negative, but not truly evil. Undesirable,
- but not evil. Evil describes a corrupted state of existence. Evil is by
- its very nature, against the lord, because the lord is oneness, and evil
- wishes to be separate, and draw lines to separate.
- Such separation is impossible, and only causes much grief and discord.
- Book of Gerbilius - His description
- I sit atop a throne made from the charred, gnawed bones of those who were so
- wicked they disgusted me. My throne gets bigger with each evil human I slay, but
- my greatest wish is that my throne should never grow again. I live in my own
- domain which I have complete dominion over. I live away from Earth a tiny point away in
- the fourth direction. I have my own servants, just as the lord appoints angels.
- They are the undead gerbil swarm, and it is they who bring the gnawed bones for my throne.
- They are my children, spun from my own mind.
- They are most terrifying, with black fleshy wings like that of a bat,
- fur like spines of a cactus, sharp, piercing rodent teeth, and the most
- terrible claws that rip the flesh with much ease.
- They are a light shade of brown in colour, and their eyes glow a bright, deep red.
- They are not evil; instead, the red in their eyes reflects the rage from
- the evil done in this world. When evil in Midgard ceases, their eyes
- shall become black like that of a normal gerbil of Midgard, their fur shall
- become softer than the fur of a rabbit, and their teeth shall shrink.
- Their wings will become brown and covered in fur. Their claws shall dull.
- Until such time, they serve me, and they destroy the evil I command them to.
- The gerbils hunger out of rage for the flesh of the truly evil. They will
- need to be fed until there is no longer evil to cause them to be enraged,
- at which time their hunger will cease.
- My servants sleep in giant boiling vats of peanut butter. They emerge with great force
- when I call them, splashing waves of great force, screaming to the sky with
- most terrible snarls and screeches.
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