And much time passed, the currency like many others waxed and waned until a myriad of other currencies replaced it and it too was just a memory. The old gods too would have passed away but still, a flicker of hatred and contempt for their old foes remained and and they watched and seeing their currency fade like they had too gave them strength. Gave them anger. One of their number voiced their rage to the others. He pointed at the foes below in their modern world of moving metal and radio waves and he hissed.

We reached consensus before? Can we not do so again?

The gods were no more than figments. No more than echoes by this time but they moved what energy they had into creating something that could stand in their stead. Something that shone and glittered. A man, yet not a man. A man made from metal and oiled parts. They caressed its cold iron skin with their last breath of power and its eyes flared. Its mouth gaped and a metallic roar issued forth.

Consensus!

_{Well its been a good run but for the love of all thats holy I think I might lay down and give up the ghost now!! LOLZ!!}