One of the most common Tropes is "Above Good and Evil". This describes a character who believes he/she is above human thinking and therefore simple minded beings. The video game "Hands of Fate" be a first player interaction that toys with the choices humans have to make in random scenes of their lives. The protagonist would initially be playing an almighty being from above that manipulates and alters important turning points. The objective is to alternate as many lives as you can.
(CALVIN THOMPSON PART-TIME CARL'S JR. CASHIER AND ROBIN KINGSLEY LOCAL LIBRARIAN)
CALVIN: God you've got to be kidding me! (hits undo ten more times) Ugh! Are you serious? You're joking right? (shakes the computer vigorously as if by face will convince the piece of junk to return to the previous page) HAHA! Well great (he muffles to himself)
Sarah couldn't breathe. There was no air coming out of the vents, as if oxygen suddenly felt sparse and quickly dispersing elsewhere. Dad wasn't in his designated seat. But it seems they had reached their destination. The house looked familiar. It was still day although the sun had already begun to set from the right window. The heat pounded ferciously against the glass, demanding more sweat and red to perspire on her delicate skin. She lurched forward, then instantly retracted back into her seat once more. The complex cross belt strangled her chest and refused to loosen. Sarah's lungs heaved as panic began crashing down in waves. Why would he ever leave her? Fumbling to find the damn red button, her sweet innocent tears trickled down those round cheeks of hers. Crying out in utter frustration as she could not blink them away. Her small hands clawed at her strung up prison. Click. Release encouraged her to gasp for more air as she climbed her way to the front. Dad was no where in sight. Her tiny face burned full of loss, rage and confusion. She yanked at the handle which remained locked. Another pull at the door only sent her body flying backwards into the adjacent seat. She laid there crying and defeated. She savored every last breath as if it were her last until black dots emerged inward from her peripheral. The desperate child cried out hopelessly "DADDY!" over and over. "DADDY!" did not transcend outside that lonely minivan.
You thought of an immortal angel
Hovering but not soaring
Chained enough to watch
But never to touch
A world that is corrupt and unjust
Bound by men who crave perfection
White Porcelain with no cracks
Women that only mirror your desire
Your needs, your wants
You expect independance from a goddess
Who was stripped of such
You thought of an immortal angel
You thought less of a woman
So here I am. Dead. Conscious, but dead. I can see everyone at my own wake. My beloved Margaret. Gertrude, my nurse. Damn Pnemonia got the best of me. Told myself I would make it eighty but sadly, foiled once more. All these other posers here I have no recollection of. Probably came for the after party. Oh boy, do I have something up my sleeve. Back when I was breathing I was the top prankster to my grandkids. Where the hell are they now? Anyway, wait I lost my train of thought. Even when I'm dead, I'm still senile. Pranks! Yes! Sure I have some tricks. Put a farting bag under Getrude's chair once. Twice. Well countless times actually but who's counting. I also pulled the ol' water bucket when my grandson opens the door...splash you got grandpa-ed. OH but Charles, you've out done yourself this time. That ring go invisibility! Got it at the pawnshop one afternoon back in '89. I admit, I always took things for granted. Hopefully it pays out. The Seller said it would disappear when the timer goes off. Thirty seconds. I look at my wife; anticipation rings through my ears. Dead ears to be precise. POOF! Her tears stopped streaming down and screamed at what was once my peaceful body in a casket..then she fainted. Oh buy, I'm not gonna hear the end of that.