I kinda wanted to open a new game. And now I do. It is a sandbox game of sorts; think of this as kinda like Insula Numine (if you guys even remember that), but much less connected to player output and a much bigger emphasis on random outside influence. I took some notes on why my previous god game died, and now you guys will have to struggle to keep your stuff alive, and so will they do so, independant of you.
There is a barren, uninhabited, rather large volcanic island in the middle of the ocean. It isn't exactly one singular island, there are a couple islets around it. The island is nameless, though you may come up with a name for it if you so wish.
The island is brand new. It is all basalt collumns and gravel flats. There is a single volcanic mountain at the very center of the island, but other than a few hill clusters, it is mostly flat.
Living things on the island at the moment are nothing but a few, scraggly bushes and mosses along the rocky cliff-shores and oceanic seabirds perching and nesting at the coasts, along with a few penguins, small fish and seals. Maybe even a shark or two.
You live here. You look after here. You are the nameless, ethereal god-spirits of the island. You have no mother, nor father. You assume and personify aspects the world as your personal essences. You, while partial to the island as its many souls, are also ephemeral and liminal in your physical forms and direct influence, coming and going as quickly as you appear.
Think of yourselves as those stereotypical ancient Celtic forest gods, or just a fairer Leshy, and we are good to go.
You have one, single, influential and worldly action to do per turn, all else, such as making observations, appearing and talking in dreams or such are completely free game. I encourage that you choose a color for yourselves when you join in. But you don't have to.
Each turn is a millenia of time for now.
I will introduce new stuff every turn, ranging from good, to bad and to the ugly. So buckle up guys. And do whatever you want!
You know not why you were brought here. You do not know what to call yourselves. You know that the mountain rumbled and bled from its head one day, and you sprung up from its fiery blood.
You sense the presence of eachother. You sense your beings intertwined. You sense your shared body, and its every curve and orifice. You are not sure what to make of it. How many are you? Two? Thousand? Are you just one or are you utterly limitless?
You have no answers for yourself. But mayhaps your surroundings do.
You see beings which feed themselves by the sun and the tears of the sky. You witness as a white flying creature dives deep into the blue and pulls out its scaly prey.
Is this the meaning? To eat? You try to eat, yet you find in yourselves no capability to accomplish such a deed.
What is it then? To move? To make?
To just... be?
Ix | God of Dream and Memory | Color: None
Crayax | God of Chaos and Madness, | Color: Red
Fin | God of Progressions | Color: Pink
Yithr | God of Iterations and Synthesis | Color: Green/Yellow
Urn | God of The Hidden and The Unseen | Color: Purple
Xorn | God of Volcanoes, and Other Curious Things | Color: Orange