"Before all tailed were joined as one, we battled each other over the gods."

"Each of the nine factions said 'It is I who is right about my god!'"

"Holy wars ripped our society apart. The mirage tailed, keepers of history, tell. When things were at their worst, one tailed walked among all of the religions."

"For every god she spoke to, she was given one tail. When all gods knew her name, she had 9 tails to show. Everyone waited for her words of wisdom. She had met the gods, and thus she would know which god was better."

"It is then that she spoke. 'The best god for you, is the one that is listening! The gods have split themselves between us all, and one is not better than the other in the eyes of me!'"

"Her words were foul to many! They tried to have her killed for not saying that their god was better. The fools."

"Her tails were her proof that all the gods heard her voice. These 'holy ones' were attacked by their own gods, for the gods wanted union among the tailed people. She summoned storms, great anomalous beings, and ripped apart the minds of those who opposed her! The tailed had become a unionized species."

"All gods are correct. But the god you should honor, and hold above all else, is the god who listens to, and cares for you the most."

A scrawny aftik that is sort of standing off to the side hesitates for a few moments, before speaking up.

"Uhm... Who- who was this... tailed...?"

"The 9-tailed was an idiot, and her name will go forgotten."

"After unifying the tailed, she was supposed to stand guard, waiting for the tailed to need her once again."

"But she walked into the mountains, and when we needed her the most because the gods rained war on it, she did not appear!"

"So I refuse to say her name, as one of the only people left who knows it. She let us die, so she will die in the minds of everyone who once praised her!"

"I don't think she ever cared about us. It was a fluke. She was charming, but in the end, the job should have gone to someone more dutiful. Someone willing to wait 15,000 years for the gods to need her."

"Wouldn't the gods take it as some sort of betrayal if you suddenly decided to switch to another one simply because it was listening to you more? I never pinned them to be the most compassionate bunch around, really."

"Silence, Limboist! Your judgement on the gods are clouded on the poison you have been fed."

"If the gods aren't listening to you, then they won't know that you have left. It is only cruel to do so when the gods have given you gifts. Then you are to hold true to the one you believe in."

"If your god has given you even one gift in recent memory, hold true to your god. Honor them even when they are silent. They will return when you need them the most."

"If the Gods rained war on the mountains your Found- hm, no, your Unifier?"

"Perhaps the war the Gods were raining on the mountain killed the Unifier?"

"If she was one of the first to die, then she was never a hero in the first place!"

Interesting, interesting. This could prove to be some vital information to keep in the back of her head.

"And how does a tailed know which god calls them? I assume early in life for such devotion, but how early?"

"The tailed have a ritual that is done at birth to see which god has called to your soul."

"Sometimes, one is called by no god at all, that is the most dire of situations. To be born and ignored when you cry out."

"But the gods are busy, hopefully they will remember you in time and heed your prayers. I think we are done for today. You are all free to leave."

Everyday there were fewer people listening to her. She set this event up to bring those back to the gods but, if anything, they have become more intoxicated with other matters than her preaching.

Glancing around at those getting up, she doesn't see the Poetnix, the cth'lean, or even K-13205. All of them could care less about the preaching on god.

"You sure do love your god a whooole lot!"

"What? You're still here? Shoo, with the rest of them!"

"Awwww, but I like listening to you preach."

"Hmmmm, I didn't take you for being interested in the gods."

"Oh noooo! I think the limbo- err, 'the gods' are......"

"...kind of rude."

"Do you come to my sermons to laugh at me?"

"No! No! I would never. I come to your sermons-"

"Because of the way you speak about the gods, and your passion is just amazing, cruel one."

"You speak ill about my gods yet you think I will not strike you down? Give me one reason why you should live."

"Because I'm a huge fan of you!"

"I hope that's enough to not kill me, else geez, I guess I'll just have to die."

"You should be a fan of the gods, not a fan of me!"

"Well someone has to be your fan. After all, without people like you, no one would know about the gods."

"You are a fan of the gods, and I am a fan of you. It is the way things are meant to be. Come on, don't you think you need a fan to cheer you on?"

"No offense, but the others haven't been coming to your sermons recently."

"I don't need your pity."

"The Radical will provide me with everything I need soon."

"I do suppose the Radical is overdue to reward you-"

"15,000 years of waiting, and 5000 more of service before the wars. She has handed me a wife, so more gifts are to come."

"The Radical got you Grams? The Radical....."

"....has uh..... amazing tastes!"

"She likes knives, you like knives. You're both perfect."

"I wonder what the Radical will get you next... maybe..."

"She'll get you 2 wives!"

"Sorry!"

"Anyway, if you need me, you know where to find your biggest fan in the whole universe."

"In the dump."

"Yeah!"