As the whirling, burning storms charred and sank The Land, stray bolts of lightning and fire struck Suggit's impenetrable shell. Suggit shook himself irritably, but did not seem to react further.

The many heads of Un watched The Land sink with vague disinterest. One tutted disappointedly and addressed the rest of himself. Another discussion had begun.

"Look at the way the island's sinking. It's killing everything."
"Speaking of killing, we might want to get a jumpstart on that whole 'creating life' thing. Something that can survive [i]anything[/i] would be good."
"We should start with another turtle."
"Turtles lay eggs, right?"
"Do they always have to?"
"I always thought they spawned from their shells."
"Eggs are important to all turtles! It's the very first test of their existence! Removing the egg would make them [i]weak[/i]!"
"So clearly, the eggs must be made out of fire."
"The fire would provide too much protection."
"Wait, wait, what if we make it lay eggs that don't hatch turtles?"
"You mean... eggs that hatch yetis?"
"Eggs that hatch yeti savages."
"And then [i]those[/i] breathe fire, yes?"
"I was thinking "innate knowledge of savagery, always frustrated."
"Would that really give us the most bang for our buck?"
"What if we made everything hate them? Like, everything. Plants and the like too. I'm thinking that'll give us some nice pressure, keep them adapting."
"Even the turtle?"
"[i]ESPECIALLY[/i] the turtle."
"So, what you're suggesting is... a race of yeti who are loathed by all, know nothing but savagery, and lay eggs?"
"Well, that savagery will quickly evolve into hunting, spears, tribes, that sort of thing."
"And there's a problem with that?"
"Do we want tools? Tools seem a little weak."
"If those bastards can make them, then they can do the tools."
"Yeah, but remember the time we made the race that constantly mutated? That was just... weird."
"Tools are an excellent way to provide pressure. It ensures that our little dearies can kill [i]each other[/i] when there's nothing else that can."
"Nay. They should be able to be extremely adaptive to the environment. Not strong enough to lift a mountain? Keep trying to pick it up- no, that would be too strong- let's have it so that each time they're beaten, the get a [i]slight[/i] power boost. Then maybe the strongest ones can even transform if they're lucky."
"Hold on, we're neglecting the hippos. They gotta be able to adapt to murderyetis with spears."
"Hehehe, murderyetis."
"Okay, wait, wait. I have an idea."
"Does it involve more murder done by the hippos and yetis?"
"Yes, okay, what if-"
"What if not?"
"-What if we made more than one kind of yeti?"
"Novel. Continue..."
"And we made them fight..."
"Over which one had the right to live?"
"Like, black yetis and white yetis or north and south yetis or something, okay."
"We could do a rainbow of yetis."
"And then we tell the black yetis that the white yetis are evil, and we tell the white yetis that the black yetis are evil, and we make them fight forever."
"Mm, that [i]might[/i] work. Does anyone know where the sacred clay is?"
A head reaches out its obscenely long tongue to grab a jar of gray, goopy subtance.
Nodding obligingly, another head clumsily attempted to simultaneously hold it and unscrew the lid.

There was an unpleasant shattering sound.

"Shit, I dropped it on the board."
"Eh, let the turtle handle it."
"The turtle knows best. That's how we made him, right?"
"I thought we made him to be angry and hate everyone."
"Exactly. He knows best."
"Well it looks pretty nettled."

With baffling style and grace, Suggit mashed and spread the glass-encrusted mound of sacred clay around its immediate area. Globs of clay dutifully formed themselves into vaguely humanoid shapes with two heads. As the dumpy clay figures built themselves up, details and colors began forming. Matted hair and sinewy muscle billowed forth across the clay humanoids' bodies, like a flood of testosterone across a plains. With an air of satisfaction, the clay humanoids stood tall, yetis all.

Curiously, it seemed that, after the clay had formed itself into a suitable shape, it began adding meaningless and absurd additions. Exactly half of the yeti population had its second head located squarely on its right shoulderblade. The other half had its second head located on its right forearm. Other than this strange differentiation, the yeti were almost entirely alike. They ate the same food, walked the same way, and could even freely reproduce between each race.

Suggit the World Turtle looked upon his work and huffed violently, clearly disgusted. As the mighty breath of life and disappointment spread over the yetis, they each sprang to life in turn. Wonder and amazement filled the air, at least until one shoulder-headed yeti had the poor fortune to look upon a forearm-headed yeti. Mustering a spectacular amount of horror for a two-headed apeman, the shoulder-headed yeti howled in rage at his cosmetically-different brother. United by the positioning of their heads, the yeti split themselves into two militantly-opposed groups: the master race with heads on their shoulders, and the Un-chosen people with heads on their forearms. Already, conflict had arisen in the world's first race. All was as it should be.

The heads of Un looked at their people with nothing but satisfaction, and cheerfully watched as the world's first race war erupted. The shoulder-headed yetis fled to the mighty crags on top of Suggit's shell, while the forearm-headed yetis fled to the dark seams separating each of the shell's segments. Sheltered by Suggit's shell, the yetis could freely squabble amongst one another with only a moderate amount of fear for the weather.

"They grow up so fast."
"I think it's missing something..." One head stretched its long neck out. With its tongue and teeth, the head combed the hair of the forearm-headed yeti, making them curlier than that of the shoulder-headed yeti.
"...Shit, they're probably gonna die without like... ecosystems or something."
"We should get on that one."
"What would they eat? Each other?"
"Exactly. They'll make due with what they got."
"I'm afraid nothing can survive on itself. Not even the Tumor-Men we made a while ago."
"They were a cute race, but the cuteness was their undoing."
"I for one liked the penis-men we had."
"I like trains."
"We'll need [i]somewhere[/i] for them to find food and shelter. Something for the seams and something for the segments."
"I was thinking 'disease-ridden swamps' and 'inhospitable monster-infested mountains.'"
"I've always been a fan of inexplicably dead forests myself."
"Excellent idea. We shall have to omit some of the monsters and diseases for now, however-- we're just about out of sacred clay."
"Pity. Hippos and hydras as usual?"
"What if our ecosystem was fully yeti-derived? Could we swing that? You know, hippo-like yetis, small flying yetis, that sort of thing?"
"Remember when we created those trees which bore fist-shaped fruit that punched you in the face if you picked it wrong?"
"Man, now I'm hungry. Where'd we put our lunchbox?"
"Aaah those were fun. As for the lunchbox... I'm not sure."
"Okay, so fistfruit trees, fist-sized amo-"
"Wait. Waitwaitwait."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Water bears. The size of hippos."
"Yard-long whelks with poisoned talons?"
"Oh, that's way better than what I was thinking. I was going to vote for trees that grew poisonous jellyfish."
"I for one thought we should have create those penis-bushes like we always do."
"Okay, so we got the yard-long whelks, the fist-trees, macrobacteria, the water bears, the mini-hydras, and of course the noble, mean-spirited mountain hippo."
"It's a start, I suppose. I think we've got enough clay to make some of all of those."

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