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[Armok]

I'm joining! Reserved!

Edit: here is the god:

Name: his real name is a sound of utter offense and so grapic anything that hears it is likely to vomit its guts out, meaning that most peaple come up whit their own nicknames, and if you ask him himself he will only answer something along the lines of "I'm me."
Primary Domain/Alignment Domain/Portfolio element: Not sure what this is, he is the god of failure, embarrassment, silliness, breaking of etiquette, and some other similar things.
Symbol: any smiley, emoticon, etch works as long as it is not to complicated a shape, the simple  is the main one of course.
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Favored Weapon: footwear
Divine Rank: Intermediate God

[Zai]

Name: Casimir
Primary Domain: Purity
Alignment Domain: Chaos
Portfolio element: Honesty
Symbol: Dove
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Favored Weapon: Bare hands/Chakram
Divine Rank: 6
Class levels: Monk 28

[Grek]

Name: Pun-Pun, the Omniscificed
Primary Domain: Air
Alignment Domain: Indifference
Symbol: A green figure falling downwards on a blue background.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Portfolio Element: Falling
Favored Weapon: Sling
Divine Rank: 1
Class Levels: Artificer 4, Divine Minion 1, Wizard 1, Master of Many Forms 3, Expert 9

[Psyco Jelly]

((Now that we have six players, I guess we can start))

Siirol entered the empty plane, the portal closing behind him.

"Ha! They'll never find me he- HACK! GASP!"

There was no air for him to breath.

"Oh."

He remembered that he didn't have to breath. After a few hours, he found that the plane held nothing of interest. As bored as he was, he decided to make something interesting. He forced bright colorful energy into his hands, and shaped it into a ball. He made it grow to enormous proportions, and cut off the energy. What was left was a huge ball of glass. And he fell toward it.

"Weeeeee!"

Siirol smahed into it, leaving a crack where he landed.

"This is a start..."

Create Land (Huge Glass Ball): 2PP

[Grek]

Pun-Pun fell. And kept falling. He was orbiting a giant glass ball. And screaming his little lungs out. In fact, he screamed so hard, that his expended breathe created an thin atmosphere of exhaled air around the glass ball.

Mold land (Air): 1PP

[Psyco Jelly]

Siirol took on a humanoid shape, with pale skin and multicolored eyes. He wore a white tunic that had flashes of different colors and boots that were dyed yellow.

Siirol noticed a peculiar object in the sky. He took a running start and lept toward it. As he neared it, he realized that it was screaming. Siirol zoomed next to it, at the same velocity and extended his hand.

"Hello, fellow god! My name is Siirol, and this is my toy. You would be..?"

[Grek]

"AUUGUAGGHGHHHH!!!!"

[Psyco Jelly]

"You seem slightly distressed. Why are you here?"

[Strife26]

There is a strange gust, and the flutter of fabric . . .

[Armok]

Hey, who said the game had started yet? also, what's the IRC channel?

I have two ideas for god, either connecting the two games together anf having it an Alphamort, or making a good of embarrassment and silliness and impoliteness (holly symbol a smilie, form is a fat man in underwear whit his foot fixed to his mouth, etc.). Or I could think of some completely other idea just as easily.

[inaluct]

((Do the second one. Our gods will inevitably be friends.))

[Emperor_Jonathan]

Hey, who said the game had started yet? also, what's the IRC channel?

((
(( )) in OOC chat please, Pysco said the game started - he's GM, and we don't have an IRC channel yet.
))

Anyway.

Wayock formed upon the plane, sensing others, he was not surprised.

"Hello there."

[Psyco Jelly]

Siirol stopped chasing the orbiting figure and turned his attention to the newcomer.

"Greetings, new one.. This is my toy, isn't it beautiful?"

Siirol gestured, and a few shards of glass broke off of it, and flew off into the void.

[Armok]

((Ok, edited my post to include my stats, go back and check.))

Once upon a time, a man was cursed, to fail at anything he ever tried. He immediately tried very hard to avoid becoming a god, followed by trying to stay in the same multiverse, then he tried to keep the being cursed...

For my first action, I will go ahead and create the concept of humour/irony.

[Psyco Jelly]

((WOAH! That profile's a mess! Try PMing me first, and I'll help sort it out.))