...
Grab fine dining, perhaps?
[5] Healthy eating is good and all...but its so
boring! Food needs to be interesting! Taste! Quality! And lo! Te god of healthy eating studies and experiments with cuisine! Different forms mix together! Deconstruction of the plain and trite. And so, evolution! Your studies have granted you mastery over FINE DINING! You also manage to pick up the sphere of Mixology to go with your new found culinary prowess. After all, a good meal needs its drink pairing.
Now that the monks are suitably badass, I should get another sphere. Hmm, what compliments Badassery? Well, pretty much everything...I've got it. Claim the sphere of Epicness in a suitably badass manner.
((My creations shall be Epically Badass.))
[3] DO YOU KNOW WHAT BADASSERY NEEDS IN ITS LIFE? EPICNESS. GOTTA GET THAT EPICNESS! BUT HOW DO YOU GO ABOUT THAT? HMMM.
And so it was, the god of badassery went in search of THE EPICNESS. Your search leads you to...the library? Doesn't seem very EPIC. But you begin reading tales of a place called "Ancient Greece" and stories of people such as "Gilgamesh" and "Beowulf" tis here that you find you EPICNESS. And so! Came into power, the sphere of EPIC POETRY.
Create more cheese-based life! Spread it everywhere!
[2]Your greed for more cheese base life isn't sated when your powers create NOTHING.
Create The Seven Gloriously Epic Dragons Of Death Metal to guide, protect and rock the fuck out with the beings of the Beach Planet.
[3] Despite all your DEATH METAL POWERS, You only manage to create a singular EPIC DRAGON on the beach planet. It acts as a guardian to a single tribe of METALHEADS
((Since I can't really motivate myself to create stuff...))
Become a mortal without no powers.
[6] Godhood....bores you. What with all that divine bureaucracy, politicking, and sphere nonsense. NO! YOU HAVE HAVE ENOUGH! You strip yourself of powers and FLING YOURSELF INTO THE MORTAL PLANE! You appear on the beach planet....a mortal human, no powers, no divine influence. Nothing. Just you and existence. You take in your surroundings. Its a beach all right, there seems to be some sort of settlement in the distance. And so! Begins the tale of the god who gave up his power!
Work downward from the arm to the shoulder, torso, legs and head.
[1] HOLD YOURSELF TOGETHER, MAN! It appears that regathering your essence is much hard as it looks as you also have to focus on maintaining your form...something you seem to have forgotten. Your arm dissociates back into a fine cloud of Sheb atoms.
Evolve into a human!
[2] More monkey business for you. The other apes eye you weirdly as you sit around and achieve nothing.
Grab the sphere of Transportation.
[4] Oddly enough, the god of lesser magic takes an interest in transportation! From the basic: moving one foot in front of the other to the complex: things like flying through space. Yes! That the next sphere to lord over! But man, transportation is so broad...at the end of the day you only manage to pick up one aspect of transportation to govern. Rise, Zeim God of Lesser Magic and...Boats?
try to build some stuff if possible under my collective anarchism, if not. just relax
[5] Luckily for you, all of your collective anarchists WORK FOR THE COLLECTIVE GOOD! Even with the lack of private ownership and central government, The Metal-Cheese collective manage to build a large, sprawling city. Even while you aren't politically powerful than the next METALHEAD, you are still celebrated for coming up with this school of though. Under the shade of the large celebratory statue of yourself, you sit back and enjoy the progress.
Grab the sphere of blood!
[2] GOTTA GET BLOOD! SO PEOPLE CAN SACRIFICE BLOOD TO...YOU! And so! You search and search....Nope. The only spheres of blood you got is the droplets of blood seeping out of the cut on your hand after a divine bar fight with some odd fellow named Armok.
Scientists to staff the school go!
[3] You manage to fill the education planet with various textbooks and other science-related material. The current inhabitants are somewhat interested in them.
Go for the sphere of Cellular Automata again!
[2] You grab the cellular sphere and the automata sphere and VIOLENTLY SMASH THEM TOGETHER. Naturally, all this results is in divine dust. You go back to staring at a swedish meatball
Claim sandpaper-spewing reality-tear as my domain in (somewhat)physical realm!
[3] You manage to will into existence a wooden sign. As it floats lazily near the sandpaper rift, you carve onto the sign: PROPERTY OF SARRAK,SANDPAPER GOD. PLZ DON'T TOUCH
THE UNIVERSE!Celestial bodiesGiant mega-hot star radiating a rainbow of light, located in the center of the universe!
Planetoids of sand, glass, and molten materials. Depending on proximity to mega-star
-a small handful of sand planetoids experience plate tectonics!
Beach covered planet
Mega education planetoid, stocked with science textbooks and other related implements.
Two large planet sized hydrogen atoms
Random packs of menthol flavored cigarettes
Balloons filled with hydrogen
Cheese filled potato asteroids!
Laser pointers!
One area is massively irradiated.
large tear in the fabric of reality, spewing out sandpaper! Nearby is a sign the proclaims Sarrak's ownership of the area.
METALHEADS, living golems of metal! (Beach Planet)
The pink monks: wise, martial arts warrior humanoids! Imbued with the power of the eye of the tiger!(Beach Planet)
GOUDA GOLEMS: Semi-hard cheese golems! (Beach Planet)
Whizmen!Aerosol cheese in human form! (Mega-Education Planetoid!)
Slugmen!: Humans with slug features (Beach Planet)
Misc. Monkeys and lesser apes! (Beach Planet!)
EPIC DRAGON (x1, guardian of a tribe of METALMEN) (Beach Planet)
The METAL-CHEESE COLLECTIVE: A society of metalheads and gouda golems, living under the doctrine of collective anarchism as defined by Mikhail Bakunin(poketwo)! They flourish under a great society!
The Dragon Clan: A tribe of METALHEADS protected by an EPIC DRAGON
A pile of magical fruit, created by Zeim
MEGA REALITY GUITAR
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Objective: Goddess of mild amusement and pointing!
smurfingtonthethird: God of POTATOES and CHEESE!
Sarrak:God of misconception, sandpaper, ignorance!
Gamerlord:Deicide, the god of death metal!
Harry Baldman:The god of hydrogen!
BlitzDungeoneer:Zeim, the god of lesser magic and boating!
Beirus:God of badassery and Epic poetry!
Lyeos:God of healthy eating,fine dining, and mixology!
Worldmaster27: God of VIDEO GAMES!
TheFroggyNinja: God of science!
The Ensorceler:God of Swedish Meatballs!
poketwo: Transformed into Russian anarchist philosopher Mikhail Bakunin (beach planet)
Tavik Toth: The Sole Gorilla: Guardian of ape-kind! (beach planet)
blazingglory: The God who gave it up, the mortal! (beach planet)
Divine bad luck!
darkpaladin109: reformed upperbody
Sheb: dissociated essence
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