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[renegadelobster]

Spoiler: Johnathan Greene (click to show/hide)

Name: Johnathan Greene
Description: Tallish middle-aged guy. Brown eyes, blonde hair with a permanent 5 o'clock shadow. Liked firearms, alot. Totally not compensating for anything.
Untimely Death: Made the mistake of looking into the barrel of a rifle when it went 'click' after he loaded a round into it.

Pill items:
A wiggling aloha figure
Plasma globe
A cellphone
A perfect replica of the demon core
Ceramic spikes

EDIT: Switched out one of my pill items

[Beirus]

Name: Jase Cordroy
Description: A man standing at 6'2". His build is muscular, and he has shaggy, brown hair. His beard is trimmed to follow his jawline. He wears a black Stetson hat, a black leather jacket with a white tee underneath, denim jeans, and black leather boots. He has hazel eyes.
How did you get here?: He thought gator wrasslin' was a good idea. It wasn't.

Pill items:
Warhammer 40k figures
Geode
Claymore Sword
An emerald covered in emerald spikes
Some dragon scales

[NJW2000]

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.

Spoiler: New Items! (click to show/hide)

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

[Comrade P.]

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.

My spectator God would just hate that one. Fortunately, he is having fun down on arena right now.

[Parisbre56]

Name: Paris

Description:

How did you get here?: He was happy with good news and was half-skipping half-dancing down the street, not looking where he was going. Fell down an open and unmarked sewer manhole.

Pill materials:
3d glasses
A pound of cocaine
Jacob's ladder / a high voltage traveling arc

[Empiricist]

Spoiler: Random Junk for the Pile (click to show/hide)

A perfect replica of the Demon Core
A casaba howitzer designed to look like a giant marital aid
A Project Pluto nuclear ramjet
The set of all sets that do not contain themselves

[Dutrius]

Spoiler: Stuff for the Stuff pile! (click to show/hide)

An actual Demon Core.
A can of Pringles.
A shirt with an electrical engineering joke printed on it.

[crazyabe]

Spoiler: Shit For The Pile (click to show/hide)

Heroin covered knife
Methamphetamine covered sword
[/size]Lysergic covered axe
The skeleton of a police officer, filled with arrows and syringes[/font]

[DoctorMcTaalik]

Name: Raymond Springfield
Description: An angry little man with a penchant for taxidermy. Partial to tractors and meth.
How did you get here?: Kicked in the face by a horse.

OBJECTS:
Opium
Mushroom (Hallucinogenic)
Maggots
Chocolate Cake
A pig

[piecewise]

((What about my vote?))

Well only one person voted for that...that option I didn't put forward...and it was you. So I ignored it. If a ton of people had jumped on board, I might have done it, but no one else did.

Alright, what do we have in terms of players....

Name: V'arro
Description: a cultist, dedicated himself to Lor the Mechanical - worked in an underground sweatshop making guns, his mind obscured by cult leaders; Has entered the arena as a very well built man with extremely pale white skin in brown jumpsuit.
How did you get here: died of hunger, dehydration and ultimate physical exhaustion.

Things to make a pill from:

Laptop
Gas mask
Pocket watch
World map
Engraving tools

Name: Professor Tsonnovski
Description: Man of !!science!! His flowing white lab coat is so cool! His !!science!! is exteme!
How did you get here?: His !!science!! became a bit too extemely flammable.

Pill ingredients:
Mirror
Microscope
Microwave
Scientific calculator
Sunglasses

Edit: I don't have to pick five ingredients for the pill, four is fine, right? In that case, I drop sunglasses from the pill and wear them instead.

Name: HMC 042
Description: A featureless beige human. It has a Walkie-Talkie in place of a brain.
How did you get here?: A password that had been forgotten.

Pill here:
A dragon eye
A meat tenderizer
Live Chicken

Spoiler: Johnathan Greene (click to show/hide)

Name: Johnathan Greene
Description: Tallish middle-aged guy. Brown eyes, blonde hair with a permanent 5 o'clock shadow. Liked firearms, alot. Totally not compensating for anything.
Untimely Death: Made the mistake of looking into the barrel of a rifle when it went 'click' after he loaded a round into it.

Pill items:
A wiggling aloha figure
Plasma globe
A cellphone
A perfect replica of the demon core
Ceramic spikes

EDIT: Switched out one of my pill items

Name: Jase Cordroy
Description: A man standing at 6'2". His build is muscular, and he has shaggy, brown hair. His beard is trimmed to follow his jawline. He wears a black Stetson hat, a black leather jacket with a white tee underneath, denim jeans, and black leather boots. He has hazel eyes.
How did you get here?: He thought gator wrasslin' was a good idea. It wasn't.

Pill items:
Warhammer 40k figures
Geode
Claymore Sword
An emerald covered in emerald spikes
Some dragon scales

Name: Paris

Description:

How did you get here?: He was happy with good news and was half-skipping half-dancing down the street, not looking where he was going. Fell down an open and unmarked sewer manhole.

Pill materials:
3d glasses
A pound of cocaine
Jacob's ladder / a high voltage traveling arc

Name: Raymond Springfield
Description: An angry little man with a penchant for taxidermy. Partial to tractors and meth.
How did you get here?: Kicked in the face by a horse.

OBJECTS:
Opium
Mushroom (Hallucinogenic)
Maggots
Chocolate Cake
A pig

We appear to be missing a mr. Uristmccoder.


ALRIGHT, FIRST ONE TO POST A PLAYER SHEET GETS HIS SPOT!

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.

Spoiler: New Items! (click to show/hide)

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

NEW GOD ADDED.


As per the junk, I'll add it now, but remember, the junk pile document is here:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CM2zkqqv7jf45LArbmj61wXwzuMJpY2PO9eO33xO4oo/edit

And anyone can edit it, so you can just add stuff yourself.





Now, while we wait for our last player to emerge, lets build the arena!

5 items from 5 different gods! Throw them in!

[Dutrius]

Name: Mike Mikesson.
Description: A short, squat man with a square jaw and a permanent frown. He has balding, grey hair and is always in a foul mood.
How did you get here? He got into an argument with a 10 tonne truck going at 75 mph.

Pill ingredients:
A flaming baseball bat covered in nails, barbed wire and razor blades.
A large "cat's eye" chrysoberyl gem.
A patchwork T-shirt made of other T-shirts.
A Klein Bottle.
Sulfuric Acid, 100 mL

[NJW2000]

Daaaah! So. Goddamn. Close.

Oh well.

"Rusty mangle! In it goes! Glory to Suntribus!"

Goddly item addy-add please.

[Radio Controlled]

Godly item: a bobblehead of a laughing mariachi.

[Egan_BW]

A gallon jug of chicken blood.

[Whisperling]

Jenkins' ghost suddenly ascends to godhood.

Name: Pyrg (actually Jenkins)
Domain: Electronics and the eldritch, especially tentacles. A special mention for accidental suicide, which is mostly induced by the whole maddening-eldritch-god thing.
Appearance: A large, sparking mass of tentacles and wires. A bolt of lightning shoots out every now and then.


Assuming the voting hasn't closed (which it probably has), I vote for myself, because I'm technically a god now.

As for my arena object, I throw in Dev's corpse.