The Colossal Black Jellyfish grins, cracks it's tendrils and bends space-time, forming itself into a *relatively* small snake-like form. It looks quite pleased with itself.
"Excellent Work every-divinity, we now have three planets to work with, and two star systems, if I'm not mistaken. If I may be temporarily allowed the privilege of being presumptuous, I have something to say. Assuming that these planets are the size I believe them to be, the creation of only 1,000 entities to inhabit it seems rather, bland. I would much rather not wait a dozen Eons to have global civilizations, but I recognize the relative difficulty of book-keeping Millions of independent beings. Therefore, I have a suggestion to compromise and remedy this conundrum. Also, what's going to happen to the Souls of the Generic Creatures? It's none of my business but I'm curious and would like to know."
Proposal: Every Mortal Population unit represents 100 individuals. An example: A God creates 1,000 Population units of a species, under this proposal it would be understood to actually be 100,000 of a species, give or take a few. The number is reasonable as there aren't too many at first but after a few Ticks(or many, depending on the species), the Population can grow to a respectable amount. The lower book-keeping number could be what we base our Worship system and Population records off of, whereas the actual Population number is understood to be 100 times greater. Equation: Godly Population Unit Amount(100)= Full Mortal Population of a Species. Perhaps decimals could be used later, but this should be more than satisfactory.
CNCL001.009: SUPPORT
CNCL000.020: SUPPORT
Upon finishing his speaking, Urnoth uses 4E to create a dimension called Urthonia. Urthonia has an almost perfectly flat field of barren white sand stretching out in all directions(apart from Up, obviously.) endlessly, and the Sky is composed of endless, stagnant, and absolute Darkness stretching out for Infinity. Urthon then creates a rather extravagant vacation home in the absolute center of Urthonia, it has, among other things, a large Garden made up of Darkness-based varieties of every non-magical and non-divine plant in existence, a fairly large observatory to stare at the endless Darkness in more detail, an infinite library made up of Manuscripts of every Mortal Secret and a copy of every Mortal Manuscript that somehow takes up very little space overall, a staff of dozens of Humanoid Servants made of solid Darkness who endlessly utter the secrets of Mortals in countless languages simultaneously, and, most importantly, a *VERY* Extensive Alcohol-Storage Cellar. None may enter Urthonia without Urnoth's permission, or the use of Substantial Magical Force.
"I'm not going to use Urthonia as an Afterlife Dimension, just a place for myself in between important events. I'm going off of the assumption that the Proposals concerning creation don't apply to my pocket Dimension. I named it Urthonia because, quite frankly, I'm not creative, those with a problem should mind their own business. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to."
Urnoth rests in Urthonia for the time being.
((OOC: KJP, if this is a problem in any way, shape or form, let me know.))