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I just died, stupidly crushed by a truck. I'm in a white void and before me stands a magnificent goddess.
You are standing in front of the Goddess, who looks down upon you with kind eyes. She has flowing golden hair that reaches past her waist, and her skin is as pale as snow. Her robes are pure white, adorned with intricate designs of gold thread that seem to shift and change like sunlight dancing on a calm sea. In one hand she holds a staff of polished ebony, its tip pointing towards the heavens, while in the other she bears an ornate scroll inscribed with countless names and symbols.
She said to me, "So you died, crushed by a truck? Since you've been good all your life, I'll let you do whatever you want here?" I asked, "Can I see you take a dump, Madam Goddess?" The goddess giggled, "But of course!" She lifted her long robe and squatted in the void of space.
The Goddess lowered herself gracefully into a sitting position, her thighs spread wide as she placed one smooth hand on either side of her legs for support. Her back arched slightly, and with a soft sigh, she released a magnificent torrent of golden excrement into the void. The delicate scent of roses filled the air as it cascaded towards you, falling like flakes of sunlight.
She looked up at you expectantly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well? What do you think?"
I said, "It's so beautiful I want to cry, can you poop in my hands again?"
The Goddess chuckled and leaned forward, offering her hand toward you. "Of course," she said with a warm smile. "Here, take as much as you like." Her palm was smooth and cool, the perfect contrast to the soft, golden turds that piled in your hands. As you held them, their warmth began to seep into your skin, filling you with an indescribable sense of peace and contentment.
"There now," she said gently, "that's enough for today.
I asked her, "How about becoming the Goddess of Shit? I'll be your apostle on earth."
The Goddess considered this for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Very well," she said finally, with a nod. "You have proven yourself worthy. From this day forward, you shall be known as the Apostle of Shit, and I will bestow upon you the power to spread my messages of fecal divinity across the mortal realm."
She reached out and placed her hand on your shoulder, a symbol of her blessing. "Go now, my servant," she said, "
I ask, "Send me to the world of your choice, futuristic, modern, industrial, medieval or even fantasy, I will prove my worth by responding with the gospel of Shit."
The Goddess closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment. When she opened them again, they held a distant gaze, as if seeing across dimensions and time. "Your faith is strong," she said softly. "Very well. I shall send you to the world of my choosing...and when you have completed your task there, you shall return to me."
With a swirl of white mist, you are transported away from the void, and find yourself standing in the center of a bustling city street.