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At the end of a long (wealthy) life, the reclusive man found himself as a young teenager again, in a goddess' space. Further, she told him she was "done" with her world, and oh he could have it, and do with it as he pleased.

But. She didn't realize how damaged this man/boy might be. Or, how screwed up she was in the first place (horny lonely and playing with herself and the mortals), to end up saying how done she was with it.

Basically, she'd got to a point of "negative DP income" -- her world cost her more Deity Points in maintenance than was coming (pardon the pun, or not) from her worshippers ... and how she played with them. She cannot figure out how to handle these mortals anymore, so she's ... done. Screw it, she said. And here you go, you take it.

Finding himself alone in her deific domain and trying to figure things out -- he will clean up after the icky mess she left all over the place, and the remaining task of finding any follower at all ... and then raising the DP income the right way-