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So people often say to me, “Dom“, for ’tis my name, “Dom, what is this God Complex you speak of?” and I tell them, “Simple, I believe the universe, the world and everything in it were made specifically to be my play things“.

“Don’t you think this is a little arrogant?“, they say.

“Yes, however, I fail to see the problem“, I retort.

“So“, they say, because people are always so eager to try and point out the flaws in any plan, “if the world was made as your play thing why is there so much pain and suffering?”

Always with the pain and suffering, the question gets to be dull. “I’m not a very nice person?“, which usually shocks them, “besides, I’ve got enough problems without worrying about everyone else“.

“Aha!“, they say, not letting it go, “surely if the world was made as your play thing then you wouldn’t have problems“.

“Not at all“, I explain, “Just like playing chess against someone you’ll always beat. There is no challenge, there is no fun. For there to be fun there must be challenge, for there to be challenge there must be problems.”

“So you created pain and suffering in the world for a challenge?”

“No, because I didn’t create the world, it was simply created for me.”

“So we all just popped into existence when the world was created?“, they asked believing, somehow, that I have all the answers and I’m going to just hand them over.

“I have no idea, do you know how an arcade game works? Of course not, but that doesn’t stop you playing and having fun.”

“But it still means we’re all just characters in your game.”

“Yes, which also goes to explain why people, in general, are such idiots. To give everyone proper intelligence would be computationally expensive, much better to simply deal with the people close to me that I interact with and have everyone else follow some basic patterns“. It’s good to be consistent with your world view.

“How do you know you’re not just a character in someone else’s creation?”

“Aha, that is where the God Complex comes in, the firm belief that this is all for me is unshakable.”

“So you think you are better than everyone else?“, they ask in an incredulous voice.

“Of course I do“, I reply, not adding the qualifying: except when I don’t. That simply creates too many questions.

“OK, so I also believe the world was made purely to be my play thing. We can’t both be right can we“, they say, trying to pick more holes in the idea.

“I guess we could both be right, and the world could have been created for you too, sort of multi-player“, I conceed.

“But surely if you just follow the logic through you could say the world was made for everyone and you’re not special at all, you’re just an arrogant git“, the say, going for the kill.

It’s generally at this point that I get bored of the entire conversation and smite them with a bolt of lightning. True story