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Raelifin

May 10, 2006, 10:08:45 PM Last Edit: May 10, 2006, 10:09:54 PM by Jedi Master Yogurt
Once upon a time there was an omnipotent god, Raelifin the Loco. However, this god spent all of his time watching over his worlds and poking his followers with sharp sticks. He needed a break. "I need a break." he said. So, using his impossibly impossible powers he created a place where he could relax; tIP BaG was born. Made from only the finest chicken-resistant  steel, tIP BaG was made to be completely morphic and serve anything so that deities around the miltiverse could sit back and enjoy their favorite food and drink in a nice social atmosphere.

Unfortunately, Raelifin failed to realize that there were gods that were far more loco than he, and there would be dark times ahead...

Rules:
   You play as a deity who has near unlimited power. You'll just have a hard time messing with other deities.
   Feel free to change the setting however you want and create things out of mid-air.
   Have fun!

Raelifin

#1
May 10, 2006, 10:09:30 PM
Sitting down on one of the many bar stools, Raelifin orders a broccoli smoothie and waits for other gods to show up...

Numinous

#2
May 10, 2006, 10:14:20 PM
From a shadowy corner comes the sound of a cough as Sunetos stirs slightly.  He then rolls over, returning to his divine slumber.  Little does he know that he is rapidly losing his many followers due to his endless napping.  Right now he cares only for the pixies in his divine dream world.  He can be heard to mutter softly, "mmm, chocolate..."
Previously: Natural 20, Critical Threat, Rose of Montague
- Currently working on: The Smoking Hills - A bottom-up, seat-of-my-pants, fairy tale adventure!

Raelifin

#3
May 11, 2006, 12:01:55 AM
Surprised by the noise, Raelifin spins around on his stool and hurls a box of Turkish hats at the sleeping Sunetos. The resulting explosion causes a Turkish hat to land on Raelifin's head and in a moment of divine enlightenment the mad god descovers how cool Turkish hats can be....

Numinous

#4
May 11, 2006, 06:25:54 AM
Sunetos yawns, and is now sleeping on his divine left side.  All Turkish hats near him spontaneously combust to their innate clash with his sense of reality.
Previously: Natural 20, Critical Threat, Rose of Montague
- Currently working on: The Smoking Hills - A bottom-up, seat-of-my-pants, fairy tale adventure!

Túrin

#5
May 11, 2006, 06:35:50 AM
At the same time, the innocuous looking deity Turambar enters the bar (or rather, moves the bar so that he is now standing in the middle of it) and orders some buffalo wings. When he is served some chicken-made dish, he complains. The waitress claims buffalo wings are supposed to be made of chicken, but Turambar says "not on my watch" and teleports the waitress into an alternate reality he just created where buffalos have wings.
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"Then shall the last battle be gathered on the fields of Valinor. In that day Tulkas shall strive with Melko, and on his right shall stand Fionwe and on his left Turin Turambar, son of Hurin, Conqueror of Fate; and it shall be the black sword of Turin that deals unto Melko his death and final end; and so shall the Children of Hurin and all men be avenged." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Shaping of Middle-Earth

Raelifin

#6
May 11, 2006, 01:06:11 PM
Rolling his eyes back into his head, Raelifin lets the innate magical power of his Turkish hat come to life and produce a mime ninja song and dance troupe. Unfortunately the ninja mimes cannot be see or heard so they aren't very popular. :(

Turning to Turambar, Raelifin tries to make conversation... "Hail! It is the form of icy doom. I see the buffalo reign supreme, just like in my bathroom."

Senkennomei

#7
May 11, 2006, 03:20:06 PM
"No, I am the form of icy doom." echoes a frigid voice. The floor in the center of the bar suddenly freezes, and from the ice emerges Xid.

Touching the nearest bar stool with a glimmering blue finger, the deity transforms the meager seat into a colossal throne of ice and comfortably places himself in it. A drop of violet and blue blood falls from his severed arm onto the floor, where it begins to produce several groping crystalline hands.
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Túrin

#8
May 11, 2006, 03:22:54 PM
Turambar considers this for a while, but then replies: "Yonder behold the extent of my Might! And nice hat by the way!"

He then retreats to a corner seat, occasionally twitching oddly, and creating and destroying thousands of universes whenever he does so.
Proud owner of a Golden Dorito Award
My setting Orden's Mysteries is no longer being updated


"Then shall the last battle be gathered on the fields of Valinor. In that day Tulkas shall strive with Melko, and on his right shall stand Fionwe and on his left Turin Turambar, son of Hurin, Conqueror of Fate; and it shall be the black sword of Turin that deals unto Melko his death and final end; and so shall the Children of Hurin and all men be avenged." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Shaping of Middle-Earth

Captain Obvious

#9
May 11, 2006, 06:20:04 PM
Manifesting by means of a package of old macaroni and the glue from Turambar's shoes, the great and magestic mass of Oblio, the brittle and noodly, rises up to tower over the peanuts. As he engulfs them he begins to chew, then start spitting them at the other patrons.

"Have at thee! Thou inferior beings of flesh. The power of glue and elbow macaroni has come for thee!"
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Pig's Stomach meets my stomach,
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Numinous

#10
May 11, 2006, 06:25:05 PM
Sunetos' other conciousness manifests a shield out of his cloak, leaving his primary conciousness to continure napping...
Previously: Natural 20, Critical Threat, Rose of Montague
- Currently working on: The Smoking Hills - A bottom-up, seat-of-my-pants, fairy tale adventure!

Raelifin

#11
May 11, 2006, 06:57:38 PM
Raelifin leaps onto the bar and begins deflecting peanuts with an under-ripe banana.

"Back fiend! You shalt not disturb this place of rest unless you have a Place of Rest Disturberâ,¬,,¢s Permit!"

Wix of Bel-Air

#12
May 11, 2006, 07:49:53 PM
Wixocor, the Quasi-Deity of the Overgods walks in with a bunch of smiley faced buttons attached to himself. Immediately, he senses the disturbance in the Food Force and his eyes dart quickly around the room, utterly missing what is actually going on in front of him.
Eats brains here! Ugh!
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And with strange aeons even death may die.
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(Stegosaurus) "Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"

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In some strange sort, were the land's portion. "See
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"It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:
'Tis the Last Judgment's fire must cure this place,
Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free."
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Senkennomei

#13
May 11, 2006, 08:41:32 PM
Lazily raising his remaining hand in the air, Xid's hand draws in and catches over a hundred of the flying peanuts, compressing them into a quantum singularity and freezing it on the spot. The harmless object falls to the ground, shattering with a tiny. The deity rises out of his throne, his frosty voice echoing from his very being as several peanuts freeze and fall from his tattered purple robe. "Assault me with peanuts?! What kind of petty being do you take me for?! Everyone knows that Turkish Delight is the ultimate weapon!"

Suddenly, the ice throne behind Xid explodes, adding thousands of icy shards to the fray of peanuts. A couple more droplets of blood fall from the deity's arm, adding to that already on the floor, which has now begun to produce many tiny arms to accompany the hands.
"If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it is that you can kill anyone." - Michael Corleone
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Raelifin

#14
May 11, 2006, 11:42:37 PM
"Meeep!" Raelifin dives behind the bar in an attempt to not see any buffalo. "Peanuts were not meant to be frozen! What will the desert squirrels eat?!"
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