Intro

In a world woven with red strings of fate, a mischievous cat plays with it as if a ball of yarn. batting the plaything to gods, then mortals. Seemingly indiscriminate is the cat that disrupts the natural order of the world.

"I want an avatar that will enforce my ideals," says the god.

"I want a normal life," says the mortal.

Yet the cat does not care. Rather, it's more interesting to watch from the outside as the world and the heavens fight against the cosmos. Bribery might work, pleading humanity might work, and simple apathetic requests might work. The cat is chaos, cosmic disorder. One does not command disorder. Disorder simply falls into order by accident, sporadically.

Nonetheless the gods are delighted. A game of chess has just begun and blood shall spill.