Creativity

Chelsea Iron had worked for her entire life. Every day another painting. She had painted for kings and queens and gods if they existed. She was the greatest painter that ever lived. And now it was going to be her greatest project yet.

The ultimate painting. Hundreds of miles in the sky. At the top of the highest building in the world. Spanning over 200 football fields. It was gonna be her masterwork. For eleven years she had worked on just getting the property rights.

She had been painting for eleven more. She had painted for longer than she had been married. But now that marriage was done, gone into the wind. Yet the painting continued.

For hours on end, she would strap herself to the specially made harness and lift herself up above the sky. Onlookers would watch her ascent and she would wave down. Now she was almost done. The vibrant tapestry of colors that she had created above the skies of Dubai now only had one finishing piece.

The idea had come for her to make it, one Saturday night. She was drinking with friends when almost as if she was enlightened by God. The idea had wormed into her head and for years she couldn't get rid of it. Every time she would try to paint something, it would appear in her head.

For years and years, she thought and thought, she almost quit painting entirely. But she knew that she had to complete it. It would be her masterpiece, her lives work, and the eighth wonder of the modern world.

Finally, she was getting ready for completion, she awoke at the usual time, had her usual breakfast but this wouldn't be a usual day. She ascended the tower for the final climb. Those elevator doors opening out onto only wind greeted her for the final hour.

She strapped herself into her harness. Her team looked at her from behind her. Stacy, her closest friend, watched from far away. Her eyes streaking with tears, she knew this was gonna be it. They all looked at Chelsea.

She started to glide away towards the end of the painting. She watched as all sorts of colors, reds, whites, greens, pinks, all passed her by. The paint looked so still in the afternoon light, but she knew that it was moving. Moving like the clouds before a storm. Whirling and swirling and going all towards the end of the painting.

She finally got there. The very edge of her painting. Her legs dangled in the sky, a gust of wind blows in and rocks her harness. She pauses waiting for it to stop. As it resides she takes out her old reliable paintbrush. Through years and years of work, it had accompanied her. Through boyfriends and husbands, haters and lovers, it had been with her.

Now it was finally gonna let loose it's the final stroke of it's existence. Maybe the final stroke of all of Chelsea's existence.

The day was still and Chelsea began to paint. Colors began to accumulate on the tiny spot of blank canvas. A rainbow and then some appeared. She worked in a frenzy, her eyes focused only on the painting in front of her. As she neared completion the idea inside of her mind started to shine and glow.

She was almost there, it was so close. She raised her brush up high and brought it down on the end of the canvas.

It was done. Everything her life had been meant to do had been completed. She had finally in that moment become a full human being, both fully aware of her purpose and having completed it. If one were to ask her the meaning of life there at that moment she would only say one word, "Art".

The painting in her mind started to alight with color and the painting in real life did the same. Thousands of colors started to emit from it and a wave of heat hit Chelsea. Her masterpiece seemed to be alive. All the colors that were previously only moving in her imagination were awake.

They squirmed and squirmed, the characters in her painting began to walk as if they themselves were alive. Their colors were like if all color itself had come from another planet, otherworldly. She smiled as it all unfolded. Her design had been finished.

As she sunk back in her harness, a blue screen appeared in her vision. It was not the strangest thing she had seen that day. And she laughed as she began to read what it said.

-Sorry!-

Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry guys. I'm just new to this system and like >:( nobody around the office helps me. God of Writing this, God of Writing that. Sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm in charge of the Pinnacles of Creation ya'll just really are my favorites <3.

Anyways welcome this Grand Olde System of ours. I know your old planet must've been nice and cushy but we hope you'll enjoy our little creation. (Yes Brad our creation, just because you did all of the monster work doesn't mean the skill work isn't equally important)

There's just gonna be a teensy bit of deadly cosmic energy invading your planet but hey you get connected to all the other sentient species ain't that neeto! No? Well I thought it was *pouts*. (Brad is saying that I should stop putting my emotions in stars for you but to that I say, no.)

Anyways just remember the name of the game, evolution, skills yadadada not my business. You're what we call a Pinnacle, someone who has one single stat that is higher than every single other one of their species. Due to being a Pinnacle your system will be a little bit special :)

Anyways as Brad wants me to say after everything here... Have fun!

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As Chelsea finished reading, the screen shifted to reveal:

-Creativity System-

Name: Chelsea Iron

Title: Prime Artist

Race: Human

Grand Work Created: 1

Boon Granted: Endless Absorption

Stats (The average human is a 10 in everything):

Strength: 4

Agility: 3

Intelligence: 14

Will: 11

Charisma: 9

Wisdom: 6

Personality: 17

*Creativity: 234

Skills:

Painting: Lvl 10 Peak Human

Business: Lvl 3 Average

System is a Creativity system, whenever you evolve a skill gain additional options for evolution. Gain a boon for every Grand Work completed. Everyday gain a random magical skill *

ALERT* ANY SKILL MEANS NOT OWNED BY ANY GALACTIC CORPORATION Shmisney got mad at us for violating galactic copyright. *ALERT*

*Marks a unique stat