Gods. Beings beyond our understanding. Noble and divine existences. That probably, uh, primp and preen their feathers and laze around on beds of down.

Or so you'd think, since you've never met one before.

The God of Order and Knowledge is one of these Gods, spending day after day on busy-work, robotically ticking off boxes and shelving book after book - ugh, boring. But she apparently relishes the tedium of busy-work. One day, she discovers something that doesn't quite fit with what she's been told so far and-

What are you doing? No, don't do that.

HEY STOP THAT-

SOMEONE GRAB HER

SHE'S ABOUT TO DO A WAR CRIME AAAAAAAA