I have a sister who lives on her own planet, she likes it there as she is on her own little world and everyone knows her there. I often think about invading as it seems ripe for a takeover and I could add it to my intergalactic empire.
I’d quite like my own world, one that I could create and sculpt in my own image. I thought at one point I could do that when the game Spore came out. It promised so much, I could make my own life forms and civilisations and expand into space. Instead it ended up being a limited penis-monster (well played The Internet) maker with a space arcade element.
Instead I need to think about if I was given unlimited God-like powers what I would build with this great responsibility.
I can feel a number of people holding their breath as they expect me to announce a hell world where I am placed as Supreme Ruler. Why would I want to rule over a hell-hole? I want splendour and glory and for my minions to worship me without resorting to having a giant animal avatar that I spank whenever it eats a villager and poos it out (thank you Black and White!).
Instead I am quite happy to have a M-Class planet with all the biomes and their resplendent diversity. There is as much beauty in a majestic mountain range as there is on a sun-drenched beach. Having one homogeneous landmass robs you of the glory that nature can provide. I would create a random map of continents and archipelagos for me to explore and discover.
Likewise the weather can be changeable. I come from a country that has weather as opposed to seasons so the thought of three continuous months of cold or heat makes me feel sad for not being able to open my curtains in the morning and have the surprise of what climate awaits me. This morning I was expecting to have to scrape my car of ice and instead it was clear of frost. Go temperate climate! There is beauty in all weather as JRR Tolkien wrote in The Silmarillion:
And Ilúvatar spoke to Ulmo, and said: ‘Seest thou not how here in this little realm in the Deeps of Time Melkor hath made war upon thy province? He hath bethought him of bitter cold immoderate, and yet hath not destroyed the beauty of thy fountains, nor of my clear pools. Behold the snow, and the cunning work of frost! Melkor hath devised heats and fire without restraint, and hath not dried up thy desire nor utterly quelled the music of the sea. Behold rather the height and glory of the clouds, and the everchanging mists; and listen to the fall of rain upon the Earth! And in these clouds thou art drawn nearer to Manwë, thy friend, whom thou lovest.’
Those who live on my planet should begin by worshipping me, after all they will be young and unsure of their place in the world. They will need rules in place to make sure they lead good lives. After a while I would get bored with all the praise so would like them to start thinking for themselves. Allow them to create great works of their own and surpass even my own expectations of them. It was if a Sim started going to the toilet for themselves without me directing them to it.
So with all these plans in place it’s time to reveal my planet, ladies and gentlemen I present to you the world I shall rule. A place I shall call my own and govern with a benevolent fist.
Yeah, it’s Earth.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Interplanet Janet.”
You get to design your own planet: tell us all about your planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants. Go.