Stars, planets, and galaxies, literally everywhere.
God had just woken up with the worst hangover in the history of the universe, and couldn't believe his own eyes.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
In a corner, Poseidon was snoring in a puddle of someone's vomit, black-out drunk and butt naked, his pants nowhere to be seen.
God tried to look closer at the mess. Some planets had already started to form rudimentary forms of life.
Quick, God, think. What had happened last night? Did HE do all this?