, and the particulars of God-death. Henceforth I thereby state that this is the way of the Ichor-Slay, unchanged & perpetual, I to MMMMMMMMMMMMDCCXXXVI, proceeding within the hour: we Gods, as well as beings of the Professorium, are immortal, omnipotent, such like. We possess what we have taught you to know as the List of Preceding Clauses. That befits us. You Godlets, however, are not. Your weakness will lead to your dissipation, re-protoplasmic, for even if you were a God such material damage could force you to regenerate into some new form, metagods willing. This can take between seconds to millennia, by which time your role in the Pantheon will have been put to lobby, probably invested in by another God before your full change. This is a rare form of De-election; it leads directly to the Panepit, to punishment by the Glytch. Colleagues in the Professorium may have lied and said, Well, the Glytchsters are hotly debated – not so. I believe they are there, teeming with a thirst for punishment.

 

So do not think you any of you are safe, Godlets. There is always the risk of oblivion in our system, however high or proximal to Zeu you are. All of you possess vital arrogance, but do not think complacency comes without punishment. And even if you do manage to survive – by luck, most assuredly – recall always your Second Ichor-Slay, at the end of your time as Godling, the next stage of your education.

 

The First Ichor-Slay works near-identical as in Mocks. At the strike of the Thermodynamic Bell, you will be forced to manifest into a material form, a chassis for combat, strategizing; you must be humiliated in the form of a mortal entity. Subject to the Dynamics we teach you so well – Terrestrial, Galactic, Universal, Multiversal, even the Abstract Quotients, though you will not feel it. Ue is the battleground. A planetoid of clay storms, marble prisons, each Godlet in their tombs, the first of the three of the Octryn. You no longer float in the heavens above in the gooey semi-ambient form you are so used to – you are allocated to encampments as per your House, which your leading Triads have bid upon.

 

House Power begin at the northern pole. House Symbolic, the southern. Void for west, Temporospatial east.

 

Until the Thermodynamic Bell chimes again, dissipating your pathetic forms to the clay for the next batch of Godlets, come the future, you must kill as many of your classmates as possible, in the Houses not your own.  Beyond your Combat lessons, this is what your extracurriculars have destined for you; you have plotted and prepared for this moment. And if you have not, you will perish.

 

Enough. Dismissed.

, and the particulars of God-death. Henceforth I thereby state that this is the way of the Ichor-Slay, unchanged & perpetual, I to MMMMMMMMMMMMDCCXXXVI, proceeding within the hour: we Gods, as well as beings of the Professorium, are immortal, omnipotent, such like. We possess what we have taught you to know as the List of Preceding Clauses. That befits us. You Godlets, however, are not. Your weakness will lead to your dissipation, re-protoplasmic, for even if you were a God such material damage could force you to regenerate into some new form, metagods willing. This can take between seconds to millennia, by which time your role in the Pantheon will have been put to lobby, probably invested in by another God before your full change. This is a rare form of De-election; it leads directly to the Panepit, to punishment by the Glytch. Colleagues in the Professorium may have lied and said, Well, the Glytchsters are hotly debated – not so. I believe they are there, teeming with a thirst for punishment.

 

So do not think you any of you are safe, Godlets. There is always the risk of oblivion in our system, however high or proximal to Zeu you are. All of you possess vital arrogance, but do not think complacency comes without punishment. And even if you do manage to survive – by luck, most assuredly – recall always your Second Ichor-Slay, at the end of your time as Godling, the next stage of your education.

 

The First Ichor-Slay works near-identical as in Mocks. At the strike of the Thermodynamic Bell, you will be forced to manifest into a material form, a chassis for combat, strategizing; you must be humiliated in the form of a mortal entity. Subject to the Dynamics we teach you so well – Terrestrial, Galactic, Universal, Multiversal, even the Abstract Quotients, though you will not feel it. Ue is the battleground. A planetoid of clay storms, marble prisons, each Godlet in their tombs, the first of the three of the Octryn. You no longer float in the heavens above in the gooey semi-ambient form you are so used to – you are allocated to encampments as per your House, which your leading Triads have bid upon.

 

House Power begin at the northern pole. House Symbolic, the southern. Void for west, Temporospatial east.

 

Until the Thermodynamic Bell chimes again, dissipating your pathetic forms to the clay for the next batch of Godlets, come the future, you must kill as many of your classmates as possible, in the Houses not your own.  Beyond your Combat lessons, this is what your extracurriculars have destined for you; you have plotted and prepared for this moment. And if you have not, you will perish.

 

Enough. Dismissed.