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Currently tied between Pinballs and Ice as our last element, with Axes, Dinosaurs, Sugar, Ink and Neon as frontrunners. Feel free to edit your posts - I'll close voting/recruiting Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 23:47 on Jun 27, 2022 |
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changed one of my votes from Oil to Ice
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sheep-dodger posted:changed one of my votes from Oil to Ice Changed one of my votes from Toilets to Pinballs. 
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A vote for Porcelain has been changed to one for Pinball.
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Switched Ovens to Pinballs because ice is boring to me.
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Pinballs and Ice are now in, while Sugar and Ink are now tied for element six.
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THAT'S IT, RECRUITMENT CLOSED That's, like, semi-final? It's up to the winners whether they want to swap out with someone else or whatever, but otherwise we're off to the races. From Gods, I need your Icon, a figure drawn on this grid:  Pick a single colour and connect the lines however you want in a single colour with STRAIGHT lines or circle segments. No wiggly lines Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 14:39 on Sep 6, 2022 |
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Nummor, Lord of Snacks
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O'Steely, God of Axes
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 Thousands of Gods press against Nowhere’s boundaries, their chaotic energies whirling against its foundations. The Something bends to their will, warping and solidifying into six Fundamental Essences.  Ice, the Essence of Patience, Protection, and Stasis Ink, the Essence of Obfuscation, Imprinting, and Staining Neon, the Essence of Illumination, Communication, and Dazzling Axe, the Essence of Separation, Shaping, and Destruction Dinosaur, the Essence of Adaptation, Discovery, and Extinction Pinball, the Essence of Motion, Redirection, and Competition The five Gods floated around and between the worlds, viewing the bounty that was theirs alone. Shorn by the Godly Barrier from the undifferentiated mass of the Ocean and the Wisps they had been, they came into their Names and Specialties. quote:
 A thin atmosphere of Neon buffeted their insubstantial forms as the Gods descended, but the Material of this world clearly showed a bias towards the Elements of Axe, Dinosaur, and Pinball. Doubtless traces of all varieties could be seen on both planetoids, but Life arose where the concentrations were highest. Lo, here was the first - quiet now, to not disturb them… just yet.  This creature is abundant and varied across the surface of Oneder. A certain unity of structure unifies them, but clearly they are not content with a single shape. The Asaurted roamed everywhere, in the sky, on the land, in the seas and rivers of Ink… tough and brave, the Asaurted never shied from a challenge. Nibbling on a Treeceratop, these particular individuals cocked their heads at the strangeness on the wind, then huffed a glowing breath and returned to its meals. (The Asaurted are your Dinosaur People - there’s lots of them, and they seem to be able to live just about anywhere. Their recklessness leads to a high level of mortality, though there always seems to be more of them. Will the Gods temper their behaviour, or have them lean into it?)  The next to happen by, viciously slamming its bladed skull into the tough Dinostone to extract something growing below, was an Aardiche, a creature of Axe descent. Furtive, on the alert for predators, the Aardiche looked more than capable of defending itself. A few more violent chops, and the stone fell away to reveal a sharp bush of Cutsedge. The creature fell upon it, swallowing it up in jerking gulps that shook its tripod body. (The Aardiche are your Axe People - solitary and proud, they claim vast territories, only coming together seldom should the need arise. Even the bravest Asaurted would think twice about attacking one without aid; they are deadly fighters if pressed. Would a God force them together - or incite them to claim yet larger territory?  The last dominant creature on Oneder moved like a blur, easily outpacing its many predators while riding the Railvines and taking furtive nibbles of Bumper Crops. Only calm while safely ensconced in their drain, the Plungerboa family cuddled up to have a nap. Wide ranging and highly mobile, the Plungerboa are typically as solitary as the Aardiche until the time comes for the Multiball. Shortly afterwards, dozens of juveniles scatter into the wild - most of which are gobbled up, despite their efforts! (The Plungerboa are your Pinball People - They love going fast, competing among themselves to see who among them can best traverse their dangerous world. It’s a good thing there’s a lot of them, because they’re tasty and smaller than the others! Do the Gods think they can hit the Jackpot?)  Pulling away from the riotous world of Oneder, the Gods proceeded to Twomb. Dark, quiet, and cold, it is in many ways the opposite of its twin. But there is Life here too, and it struggles just as fiercely as the bright world.  A vibrant splash of colour in an otherwise dour world, bright Maraqueets flit from Plantern to Plantern, nibbling here and there and gaining a variety of bioluminescent plumage. Watching them soar through the sky is a light show like no other, and moreover it’s clear there’s a pattern and a plan to all the blinking and flashing going on. Keeping track of who is doing what up there is tricky, even for the divine, and soon the Gods move on. (The Maraqueets are your Neon People - Bright in more ways than one, and favouring all things garish, they are uncontested in the skies of Twomb. Will the Gods make them glow even brighter, or show them that there’s a time and a place for such ostentation?)  Much of the landmass of Twomb - ignoring the outcroppings and spars of Dinosaur or Pinball that jut from the land - is made of great slabs of Ice floating on the deep Inky oceans. Glaciers and icebergs and enormous, frosty mountains are everywhere… and many of them are pierced with holes drilled by Shiverm. Nearly blind but ravenous, they burrow through the arctic terrain in search of food. This lucky fellow has happened upon some tasty Cucumberg, a sweet treat uncommon in the wilderness. Slow moving and impermeable to the cold, the creature slithers on unhurriedly. (The Shiverm are your Ice People - These fluffy, squinty little iceworms don’t really do a heck of a lot but burrow and eat - and they like it that way. Their life isn’t very exciting or dramatic, but it’s worked for them so far and they’re in no rush to change. Will the Gods give them a little nudge?)  Slipping off the edge of the worldberg that is the surface, the Gods plunge into the Ink ocean. Dark, viscous, and yet much more inviting than the utter black of the Ocean beyond the Barrier. In the depths, the Gods can perceive dark, sleek shapes; the Squild, predators from the deep dark. This far down, only the stray Neon plantlife cast any light, but they caught a glimpse of a long, feathery tentacle plucking a Tomatoner from its undersea stalk before slipping away into the dark. (The Squild are your Ink People - they keep to themselves, down below, and make few ripples for the above world. It is safe to say the neither of the other dominant species of this world are aware of their existence. Will the Gods change that, or respect their desire for secrecy?) Exploration complete (or at least begun) the Gods took to the skies, gazing down at the lands below. It was up to them, now - to Act. -O- Welcome back, in earnest. Time to get started! As you may have noticed, there are no cultures anywhere yet - just a few animals, a few plants. They just lack divine inspiration! Here's a couple of hints to start you off:
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 Pandora, Goddess of Chaos [3HP] "[REDACTED]" Pandora plunges a tendril into the depths of Twomb, sculpting passages soon to run with fresh ink. At the deepest point would be a beacon, a tempter, a veritable garden of unearthly delights around a grand chasm. The Fractal Garden, abound with unending variety of corrupting foodstuffs; ready to bestow change for good or ill. Come, Squild, attend the garden; change it to suit you, as it changes you to suit it. Pandora plants the Fractal Garden: 1d20 10
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+1 upwisp, my good deities, to the first God to help the cute ones! e: +1 goes to Nummor! Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 22:50 on Jun 29, 2022 |
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 Nummor, Lord of Snacks The God hungered. Hungered for snacks! But it would be a pain to cultivate a constant supply of snacks that could reach the heavens. So let's get the Plungerboa to do it!! They definitely knew how to have a snack on the run. Whisper to the Plungerboa of snackriculture: 1d20 3 Look snackriculture is hard.
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I'm keeping a spreadsheet of various things. Here's a link, if people think it will be useful.
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 [Crate-Ur, God of Boxes][3 HP] With the pleasing creak of a lid, [Crate-Ur] arose and descended from their divine chariangle, to depress four of Its first [Eight Great Corners] upon the surface of Oneder. With perfect ninety-degree rotational steps the [Divine Boxmaker] turned and turned again to navigate the forest, approaching a gathering of gaping Asaurteds who had been gnawing on a large grove of Treeceratops - ones practically overgrown with especially tasty Pincones. The confused near-sapients had been startled by the Divine just as they had been settling down to use their forelimbs to slip slivers of Axeweed between their chompers - to pick clean the detritus of their sticky meals before they'd stomp the scattering of leftover seeds deep into the ground. Evidence of a budding idea of dental hygiene - and some wise elder once realizing they'd have more of this delicious tree if its kind were properly planted. The primitive tribe boggled and quailed in fear as [Crate-Ur] loomed above them, manifested in the shape of a large nigh-indescribably perfect cubal form, all clad in coverings made of a drab Axe-like color, with strange markings across. Was this some new fearsome beast of the world?! Should they fight for their favorite feeding spot or flee? But... instead of attacking like an Aardiche might, [Crate-Ur Spoke Unto Them] and slotted something neatly into the empty space between stored wits - something they'd half understood, but never expressed so properly before - [Language]. "[Behold My Glory], Toothpicker Tribe. For among all the nascent Peoples, yours had the most potential and you among them show the most promise. You have been [Selected] by I, [Crate-Ur, God of Boxes] to carry out a most wholesome task: the making and spreading of civilizatian and its foundational technology - [Boxes]!" Wisps of power gathered thick in the air above the grove, Neon glows coalescing, collecting and suddenly materializing into a small, strange blue object - an Ice Box fully covered in... six-step pictographic instructional images. Each of the box's sides were clearly stamped with pictograms of a Toothpicker performing an action of sorts with a number of stylized items. (There were other strange species featured too, for Crate-Ur was an inclusive God, though those instructions were of course far harder to make sense of.) The Asaurteds hissed in awe as they beheld Art for the first time - and Art so stylized and simplified even their primitive culture could almost already make full sense of it. The divine creation spun slowly around at an angle, then descended slowly through the Neon sky to fall straight into the outstretched claws of the pack leader, a feisty female with wit and sense beyond her years. [Crate-Ur] saw in her eyes recognition and excitement and thought this [Good] "I grant unto your People the [IKEƎA], Toothpickers. Instructions for how to use [Box Making] technology to enhance your tribe - your civilization - so as to spread its wonders across Onedar... and beyond! Here you can observe pictured instructions on how to make all manner of things if you have the right resources. House boxes! Seed boxes! Prayer boxes! Trap boxes! Wheel boxes! Sleep boxes! Grave boxes! Letter boxes! Boxes for all sorts of stuff, WHICH YOU CAN THEN PUT IN MORE BOXES! It's... very great, trust me. It may be the work of an Age (or two) to discover and decipher most of the [IKEƎA]'s contents - and I put a little prize inside if you manage them all - but I am confident your People will do well and that you shall have a great start of it. You are all quite clever girls. Uh... where are the boys? Find some boys too!" As the tribe listened to this divine being's words, meaningful though confusing as they were, they beheld the [IKEƎA] and wondered. Perhaps with some more thinking they could indeed figure out what the familiar shapes upon this strange tool meant? One tribe member had already been deeply fascinated just by the thought of the images themselves and tried to use their toothaxe to cleave shapes in the ground. Truly, the thing fascinated them. To the Toothpickers' increasing wonder, the artwork - which explained things - even made to shift and change upon the box's surface as it was turned around in the claws of their pack leader. It seemed the layers and facets of Ice had trapped a multitude of images. There were so many pictures to look for and discover! They'd never seen the like of this before and might never again in their entire (short, brutish) lives! [Crate-Ur] eventually had to cough politely to regain the Toothpickers' attentions - after which the God cleared the divine equivalent of their throat to speak words none of them would ever forget. "Now, in fair mortal-divine exchange - traditional, really - for the uplift and the [Great Gift], I request you remember, spread and heed the [4 Commandments Of Crate-Ur]." [Always Put ^This Side Up^] [Pack Efficiently, But Use Padding When Necessary] [Lift With Care And Share The Load] [Fragile - Do Not Shake Or Kill Your Gods] Seeing their confusion at these words, [Crate-Ur] simply shrugged - rattling from side to side as It did before settling back into place - and spoke again. "These words are not just for you, Toothpickers. Comprehension may lie outside your headboxes, but your distant children's children's children's children's children's... [Time Boxed] ... children may comprehend their true meaning, assuming your line is never extinkuished. Try not to be! Find those boys! But now... I will leave, to go and marvel at this wonderful [Divine Creation] of ours - me and my fellow [Gods]. Remember them, as well. [Nummor, Lord of Snacks], [Axe, God of Axes], [Pandora, Goddess of Chaos] and that poser [Pantocrat, God of Creation]! Enjoy this fine Neonday, Toothpickers. Fresh is the world and its promise... so fresh I wish I could put this moment in a [Box] and have it [Compartmentalized] away forever. But this cannot be for our time is short... not that you need fear. For People, there should be plenty of time left until [The Unpackening]. Call on me should you need. Make a Box and fill it with a wish, and maybe I'll listen while I'm here." And so [Great Crate-Ur] left the Toothpicker Tribe to ponder their fortunes - and make sense of that puzzling pictograph package - the [IKEƎA]! Create and gift the [IKEƎA]: 1d20 18 I'm kickstarting civilization with my Commandments and seeding civilizing Box Technology through the [IKEƎA]'s "puzzles" - which offers a startling variety of six-step instructional pictograms for primitive boxtech in its many icy facets. Hup hup, you adaptable Asaurteds! Scribbleykins fucked around with this message at 21:32 on Jun 29, 2022 |
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+1 Nummor because HUNGER +--0 left Slaan fucked around with this message at 00:15 on Jun 30, 2022 |
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-1 Nummor because it will be funny ++-0 remain
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 O'Steely, God of Axes 3/3 HP Dive, deep, dream, awake to life. Hurling through the cosmos like a thrown tomahawk, smashing down the barrier between the Ocean and Oneder like a fire axe, falling to the earth like a plummeting Guillotine arrives O'Steely like, an axe metaphor I can't think of right now. "I know but one purpose, to get these people to Gräsp The Axe Firmly" But who? There was a short list of criteria he had written on what counted as a hand in somewhat smudged celestial marker 1) Have fingies 2) Needs tools 3) Be funny This was part of the reason why he avoided Twomb mostly, there was a distinct lack of Axe Element, and also hands, but he had a task to do, to find one of these little buggers to give a dangerous implement too. First he went to the Treeceratops and decreed "These ones have no händs, they cannot Gräsp It Firmly" Then he went a few yards to find an Asaurted and decreed "These ones have händs, but tiny arms and big teeth, they do not need the Axe He went further still to find the noble Aardiche, resplendent, perfection. "This would be... redundänt." And finally further, and yet further past the trees of Dinosaur, the hills of Axes, and upon the Rails rests a single, solitary Plungerboa. O'Steely looked upon this tiny Pinball Rodent, then at the criteria written upon his hand, and then back to the Plungerboa, and back once more to his hands. It did have hands of a sort, and it was on the bottom of the foodchain in this system, and it would be really funny to watch them run around with a dangerous, sharp implement at high speeds. "Close enough" He poked one divine hand into the creature's little forehead. "Be smärt" Commanded O'Steely, and thus he inflicted the most terrible of all curses amongst the beasts of the earth, sentient thought and the capacity to consider existential concepts. But such a terrible burden must be bared for it would otherwise not make the second part make sense. "Now, Gräsp This Firmly" Spake O'Steely, willing a branch of the Hyew Tree into its hand. "Listen very cärefully to this next pärt, whät you do with this is..." O'Steely much like his purview was very direct and to the point, and would repeat this process with any more Plungerboa he finds until they get it. O'Steely will attempt to teach the Plungerboa the concept of Tools, the making and using of, and specifically Axes because they are abundant in this environment. Because teaching a bunch of hyperactive and speedy rodents to run with sharp implements cannot possibly go wrong. 1d20 = 6 Not ideal, but could be worse. TheNabster fucked around with this message at 16:30 on Jul 2, 2022 |
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+1 to O'Steely put blades on pinballs destroy arcades
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-1 Pandora because you rolled in range where you can get hurt by my actions and I'm not above kicking a god while they're down. ++-0 remaining.
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Ooo I caught the start of a Dog Kisser game, I'm in. -1 to Crate-Ur Sorry but you'll be fine either way and also a few hiccups in box technology seems like it might be amusing. ++-0
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 3/3 HP Pantocrat, God of Creation, descended upon the twin worlds upon an unrolling stair, step by step in the bright morning. Casting his divine sight and knowledge across the two worlds, he sees many things of beauty and of splendor. Of natural beauty, and natural splendor. This was good. But more was to be done. The creatures of this place did not build. They did not create. Rough and unhewn, there was much work to be done, on both the land and the people. But which people to raise? The adaptable dinosaurs, who would learn quickly? Crate-ur had already spoken to them. Soon they would be square like him. But there was another world, Twomb, which needed civilization. Perhaps the Maraqueets, bright and beautiful. They would learn quickly and create beautiful things, this was certain. But there would be time for them... later. The Shiverm, however... Slow, and ponderous, in the harsh lands. Their life could be improved, their land could be made bountiful. It would be hard, long work, but they were patient creatures. This... This would do. "Listen, Shiverm. People of ice, people of the harsh lands. Listen. I am Pantocrat, your god. I bring you words of craftmanship and wisdom. Listen, Obey, and i shall give you wonders. Your life are harsh. You suffer hunger when the Cucumberg lays waste; you suffer pain and cold when the ice quakes and crushes and churns. When the ink-sea rises, you suffer blindness, seperation and confusion. Harken my words! I bring you the balm and the shield to your pain and hunger. Together, Obedient, you may overcome. You are strong and you are hardy, and you shall presevere. I shall teach you to build. They shall be beautiful, effective and useful buildings. But it cannot stand if you listen to many voices. Follow but my words, and do not listen to Creat-Ur, who has no mind for beauty. He wishes to be a Box but as simple and two-dimensional as he is, he is but a Square. Now listen! By axe-stone shall you hew the stone. The foundations of the first building shall be of Inkstone, and the walls of Ice. Of neon shall.." Pantocrat continues to the rapt audience for many hours, listing all the ways of building, by stone, and wood, by ice and by many other things, enthralling his listeners with descriptions of wonderful palaces, places to seek shelter, to work together, and to grow things, a secret art Pantocrat shall teach them later... Teach the Shiverm to build: 1d20 13
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+1 to Pantocrat I'm just glad to see someone uplifting the most charming race. Besides, if no one uplifted the Shiverm, who would tend to the glaciers? The ice must floe! +0--
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+1 to O'Steely Knife pinballs.
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-1 to Numnor, clearly you didn't bring enough snacks for the class. Remaining Votes: [-++0]
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-1 Nummor Wisps remaining: ++-0 Wisp count: 1 I mean, this can't make it much worse.
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