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[crazyabe]

I throw in a: box of used syringes covered in blood

[NJW2000]

A mangle, a bobblehead, a gallon of chickenblood, a corpse and a box of used, bloodied syringes.

That kinda got darker as it went on. Wonder what'll make the actual plan, or if anything does. You rather fight on a mangle, a lake of blood or a corpse?

[crazyabe]

A mangle, a bobblehead, a gallon of chickenblood, a corpse and a box of used, bloodied syringes.

That kinda got darker as it went on. Wonder what'll make the actual plan, or if anything does. You rather fight on a mangle, a lake of blood or a corpse?

Why not combine them all! Fighting on a "Mangled" Corpse in the middle of a lake of blood, with Syringe Trees and Man eating Bobble Heads native to it

[NJW2000]

Well yes, but which would you rather have as structure?

[endlessblaze]

crystis holds up a pulsing lump of flesh and muscle.

"TAKE THIS FOR THE ARENA!"

[flabort]

PTW, wait list as god & player.

Spoiler: God sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Flabort
Domain: Immortality through Necromancy, occasional time travel requiring HUGE amounts of energy (end-of-the-universe gives off enough).
Description: A disembodied skeletal left hand crusted with gems with the souls of those powering his own immortality trapped inside. Often on fire, generally the energy of Necromancy to steal souls of his enemies or followers.

Spoiler: player sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Peter Brooks
Description : Angry teenager, who often went to clubs to ogle chicks and drink booze; two things his pop hated him doing. Tats of skulls and devils on one shoulder, the name of a one night  stand on the other.
How did you get here: Pops found him at the 9 Devils Club, grinding with some hotty. Pops had brought his shotgun, and first blew a hole in the roof to clear everyone out, then the gal Peter was too close to, then Peter, then himself.

Spoiler: Stuff summoned as a god for junk pile (click to show/hide)

Melon rinds
Chai tea bags (used)
Heartburn pills
An emerald as large as a ping-pong ball
A 1 foot cubed obsidian block
A bag of crushed ice
A bag of bone shards made out of what looks like human-skin leather
A cat's pelt
A wolf pelt
A glass eye
A withered rat wrapped around a large ruby sphere
A yoga mat decorated with (seemingly fake) bones

[NJW2000]

Wait, we can waitlist?

[Comrade P.]

((Spectator gods form the waitlist, yes. After first round, eight spectator gods, those who were on top of PW's list in OP, were invited to post player sheets, I think that's what happened.))

[piecewise]

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

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

DONE!

I've rearranged the gods list and put the new players at the bottom; since I assume they want to return to godhood once they die.

I've updated the player sheet with all the new players

I'll be sending the pills out to people as soon as I finish this post.


Lets see about that arena.

Daaaah! So. Goddamn. Close.

Oh well.

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

Goddly item addy-add please.

Godly item: a bobblehead of a laughing mariachi.

A gallon jug of chicken blood.

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.

I throw in a: box of used syringes covered in blood

The hell is a Rusty Mangle? According to google, it's this:


SO thats what you're getting.


INTERESTING! LETS SEE WHAT THIS MAKES!

The god of death raises his bony hands and the materials float into the air, crushing down into a single point before exploding outward. When the blackness of expanding matter clears, a new arena stands before the crowd.

It is a land of faces, monochrome faces with broken smiles, each one laughing silently. Chicken blood oozes from their pores like sweat and strange creatures, apparently cobbled together out of decaying farm equipment, stalk around in the shadows. Sticking out of the faces like giant metal pylons are what appear to be huge hypodermic needles. Blood pours from the edges of where these needles puncture the skin of the giant faces and forms rivers down the folds and wrinkles of their skin.

Here's Our map



Each colored dot is a player. I've colored your names on the player sheet to match.






Dev appears to be our winner from last time.  Dev, you can create one more pill, and then you get to wait for your prize fight against the winner of this round.

Pills for the rest of you are on their way.

[piecewise]

Alright, all the powers are out.

For everyone's info, the following players have changed shape/gained something in a way that is immediately visible.

Renegade Lobster: He has become a 6 foot tall wiggling hula dancer doll. This doll is covered in spikes and continuously spraying electricity out in all directions.

Beirus is holding a fist sized emerald.

Dutrius has become a greenish, polished Chrysoberyl golem version of himself.

All the other players have no obvious changes to themselves.

[Toaster]

That map isn't creepy at all.

[piecewise]

That map isn't creepy at all.

But look how jovial it is!

[Comrade P.]

((Alright, let's get this started! I'm not trying to hide my intention with this one so here it is in the open.))
I assume my pill taken by default.

V'arro recognizes the place - or rather the situation: Lor the Mechanical showed it to him in one of his last visions. Explained it. He knows how things work here.

Run across the top of the nose hill and spartan-kick HMC-042 [Egan] off the nose!

[NJW2000]

"Ehhh. I guess this is broken enough to please me. Now pledge yourself to Suntribus for your opponent's weapons to shatter in their hands!"

[Dutrius]

A'right. Time to clobber some knuckle'eads.

Take pill. Clobber the nearest knucklehead.