'I bet my girls went to war with humans. I'm sure they are, and nobody tells me anything because they want me to suffer! At least Goddess of Bees sure does.'
I felt that God of Humanity didn't care about me personally, the humans *or* the bees I've killed—it was all just a matter of principle to him.
This thought and many others like it have been plaguing me since the voting for the "fast evolution" rules began.
It lasted for an hour already, and I had no idea when it would end, or what was going on. Since its start, I've been pushed to the background and people stopped being interested in my opinion or in talking in languages I understood.
This was worse than sitting in a queue for the GameStation 5 on a day of its release while wanting to pee. Out there, people might be dying! At the very least, they would be worried!
Sighing, I shifted in a more comfortable sitting position and pulled on my hair.
