Dramatically, a sixty foot glowing scarlet portal opens in the spectator's space, swirling eddies of darkness and bloodied un-light masking the horrific depths of eldritch planes beyond the comprehension of mortals and even lesser gods. Gut-wrenchingly slowly... nothing emerges.
At the other end of the room, with a small "pop", a creature made of bent spoons, rusty jars and sparking electronical equipment in the shape of a twelve foot human appears, muttering about "goddamn malfunctioning portals, past their useby date, should be a criminal offence". He then proclaims:
"Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created - ah, bloody hell, dramatic entrance speech notes changed in transit to a lower realm. Every bloody time. Guess I'll have to improvise... Erm, Tremble, LESSER BEINGS, as it is thy - that is, I, Suntribus, God of Artful Mang - no, Mangled twists - constructed artifacts - artful twists, no that's not right either... erm... God of Broken things. Basically. Uhhhm. Yes, fear me, FOOLISH INSECTS, as I..... well, you better watch your tiny little insect-like steps, is all."He then glares at anyone looking at him and retreats to a corner, creaking threateningly, to add his items to the pile.
Spectating god:
Name: Suntribus
Domain: Broken or malfunctioning things. As in objects, not bones.
Appearance: A huge, twelve-foot humanoid that moves awkwardly and clanks and creaks a lot, composer of bent spoons, rusty jars and sparking electronical equipment crushed and torn into shape.
Very rusty mangle
Jar with lid stuck
Laptop, with Windows 8 stuck on it permenantly
Computer, with Windows Bob stuck on it permenantly.
5 sided dice.
Spanish to English dictionary written in Portugese
Dead Cat
Bomb detonator with no bomb.
Inflatable dartboard
Concrete lifejacket