One of the fascinating things about Aardwolf is the mythology that has been woven into the game experience. Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, “The religion of one age is the literary entertainment of the next.” It is interesting to consider what life must have been like for those who sincerely believed in the deities that Aardwolf uses for entertainment. Gods always embody the values of their followers. Compare the druid god, Eochaid Ollathair, with Jesus Christ. While Christianity is renowned for placing strict rules on sexual behavior, the druid god is himself promiscuous. When an average person meets Jesus we could expect the encounter to go something like this.

Jesus Christ: “Behold I come in my glory, all the angels with me, and I sit on my throne in heavenly glory, judging all the nations.”
Average Joe: “Wow. Uh, hi there, Jesus.”
Jesus Christ: “Joe, although you claim to be my follower, I see in my wisdom that you spend most of your free time jerking off and fantasizing about spanking your ex-wife.”
Average Joe: “Oh, shit!” 

Wow, that omniscient thing is so awkward! Consider in contrast a meeting with Eochaid Ollathair.

Average Celtic Joe: “All-Father, Eochaid Ollathair, I come to you to celebrate Imbolc, the festival of fertility, and I – um... hey are you jerking off? Er, look I can come back later.”
Eochaid Ollathair: <Grunting>
Average Celtic Joe: “Is that a picture of my ex-wife you're holding? What the hell?”
Eochaid Ollathair: “Oh, shit!” 

That is a whole different world right there.