The God floated above the dark planet.  The native life forms thought he had to be a God, since there was a halo above his head, and although it may have been a neon halo, it was still a halo and besides, he was floating. That had to mean something, after all.

Some of the beings immediately got together and decided, then and there, to make a new religion.  They set up rules, deciding who would have power over others and who would enforce the rules, sending people to bad places if they broke the rules they were currently making up.

And costumes.  They had to have costumes.  Without costumes, no one would know they were working for this very special God, and should be worshiped as his minions.  After all, they would be the ones telling others what the God wanted them to do.

And buildings.  They had to have special buildings, so they could show how important their God was.  How important THEY were, since they were the God's mouthpiece, so to speak.  Their word would be law.  Naturally, some people would be left out, that's just the way things worked.  And everyone would have to pay them, because writing laws, making costumes, and building things, didn't come cheap.  Besides, they would be holy and, therefore, deserved to live in luxury.  Servants were a must, good food, so they could stay healthy to carry out their God's orders.  And special times would be set up for celebrations and worshiping.  All the planet's resources would be theirs.  God's need gems, and precious metals.  I mean a God's a God and should only have the best.

So the new religious leaders called the others together and told them of the new God, and the new laws, and how much it was going to cost each of them.  It was then that the new God, pointed at the new religious leaders, and burnt them to a crisp.

Obviously there was a large gasp and then everyone watched the God touch down onto the small planet.

"Hey," he said.  "I'm from earth.  We kill things.  I just saved you a lot of misery.  Never listen to anyone who tells you there's a God and they work for it.  You're welcome.

Then he shot away, since his oxygen was getting low and he had to get back to the ship.

 

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