More detailed dumb god thread (MDDGT) Rework coming soon!

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*oop sorry, had class.*

 *Speaking of class*

*My math class is now BRAINROTTED*

 *Oh no...*

 *A answer was 67 that turned out so welll*

 *Next thing you know, the answer will be 9/11 or 21*

 *Or 69*

 *Did naner vanish again?*

 *I am always watching. Except when I'm not.*

 *So, yes, anyway, can I have 130 of my devotees create art?*

 *Yeah I made this broken. ...sure.*

 *You need to rework the point system slightly, buddy*

 *I do. May just restart this.*

 *Atp we have a whole ass union for threads*

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*I can't believe I didn't notice this until now! Obviously, I love Loki's trickery...thus, I must model it!*

*I am one of the domain of Tales, child....I shall bring nightmares upon you. Devotion specialty as well. I need those storytellers.*

Where are you? Nowhere and everywhere at once, child. That's what the voices seem to cackle as you delve deeper into the forest. Tangled roots grasp up at your feet, life in their twisted veins, while the far-away, yet close calls of beasts echo 'round the trees. Chills spiral up the spine of any-one who delves here, whether they be friend or foe. 

You must know already that you are being driven insane. That is all this place is meant to do. And, if you manage to make it through the treeline, its creator will show you that she can do the same. 

The small hut at the exact center of these woods, surrounded by pens of braying sheep and goats, only underestimates what lurks within. You'll feel her icy fingers upon your throat, claws ripping through your bones. Her cloak hides her face at all times, yet...you know who she is, whether you like it or not. 

Welcome, child, to the Tale-Land. If you're lucky, and if she finds you too skinny, she might tell you a tale before she feeds you to the wolves.

 A friendly-looking cat appears on the outside of the hut, then transforms into a larger cat (Huge, by D&D rules) and says, in an echoing voice, "Who goes there?"

*First roleplay with you Wes*

The sound of banging pots and pans escapes from the inside, a kindly noise that betrays an inhabitant's presence. 

"Hello, darling!" an elderly voice cries from inside. "Give me a moment. I must put on my glasses, so I can see you with my own eyes! Just wait a moment, dear!" 

 "Why not use somebody else's eyes?"

"Good point. I'll use yours!" A burst of smoke obscures the cat's vision, and a figure comes strolling out of the hut. Cloaked, yes, but you can still glimpse the fangs that gleam from underneath. "Hello, darling! How'd you get here?"

*gtg for a bit but I'll be back* 

 "Teleportation, or I could have stepped over the forest"

Her face spasms for a quick second. Then, she's back to normal. You notice, however, that thin tendrils grow out of her cloak as her image blurs. "Yes, darling, that's how you do it," she says, her voice growing higher and higher-pitched as she speaks. "Now, who are you?" 

 "Somebody and nobody, or so to say, everybody"

"But what is your name, little one?" She grows in size, until she stands tall over the cat.

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*I can't believe I didn't notice this until now! Obviously, I love Loki's trickery...thus, I must model it!*

*I am one of the domain of Tales, child....I shall bring nightmares upon you. Devotion specialty as well. I need those storytellers.*

Where are you? Nowhere and everywhere at once, child. That's what the voices seem to cackle as you delve deeper into the forest. Tangled roots grasp up at your feet, life in their twisted veins, while the far-away, yet close calls of beasts echo 'round the trees. Chills spiral up the spine of any-one who delves here, whether they be friend or foe. 

You must know already that you are being driven insane. That is all this place is meant to do. And, if you manage to make it through the treeline, its creator will show you that she can do the same. 

The small hut at the exact center of these woods, surrounded by pens of braying sheep and goats, only underestimates what lurks within. You'll feel her icy fingers upon your throat, claws ripping through your bones. Her cloak hides her face at all times, yet...you know who she is, whether you like it or not. 

Welcome, child, to the Tale-Land. If you're lucky, and if she finds you too skinny, she might tell you a tale before she feeds you to the wolves.

 A friendly-looking cat appears on the outside of the hut, then transforms into a larger cat (Huge, by D&D rules) and says, in an echoing voice, "Who goes there?"

*First roleplay with you Wes*

The sound of banging pots and pans escapes from the inside, a kindly noise that betrays an inhabitant's presence. 

"Hello, darling!" an elderly voice cries from inside. "Give me a moment. I must put on my glasses, so I can see you with my own eyes! Just wait a moment, dear!" 

 "Why not use somebody else's eyes?"

"Good point. I'll use yours!" A burst of smoke obscures the cat's vision, and a figure comes strolling out of the hut. Cloaked, yes, but you can still glimpse the fangs that gleam from underneath. "Hello, darling! How'd you get here?"

*gtg for a bit but I'll be back* 

 "Teleportation, or I could have stepped over the forest"

Her face spasms for a quick second. Then, she's back to normal. You notice, however, that thin tendrils grow out of her cloak as her image blurs. "Yes, darling, that's how you do it," she says, her voice growing higher and higher-pitched as she speaks. "Now, who are you?" 

 "Somebody and nobody, or so to say, everybody"

"But what is your name, little one?" She grows in size, until she stands tall over the cat.

 "Gato"

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*I can't believe I didn't notice this until now! Obviously, I love Loki's trickery...thus, I must model it!*

*I am one of the domain of Tales, child....I shall bring nightmares upon you. Devotion specialty as well. I need those storytellers.*

Where are you? Nowhere and everywhere at once, child. That's what the voices seem to cackle as you delve deeper into the forest. Tangled roots grasp up at your feet, life in their twisted veins, while the far-away, yet close calls of beasts echo 'round the trees. Chills spiral up the spine of any-one who delves here, whether they be friend or foe. 

You must know already that you are being driven insane. That is all this place is meant to do. And, if you manage to make it through the treeline, its creator will show you that she can do the same. 

The small hut at the exact center of these woods, surrounded by pens of braying sheep and goats, only underestimates what lurks within. You'll feel her icy fingers upon your throat, claws ripping through your bones. Her cloak hides her face at all times, yet...you know who she is, whether you like it or not. 

Welcome, child, to the Tale-Land. If you're lucky, and if she finds you too skinny, she might tell you a tale before she feeds you to the wolves.

 A friendly-looking cat appears on the outside of the hut, then transforms into a larger cat (Huge, by D&D rules) and says, in an echoing voice, "Who goes there?"

*First roleplay with you Wes*

The sound of banging pots and pans escapes from the inside, a kindly noise that betrays an inhabitant's presence. 

"Hello, darling!" an elderly voice cries from inside. "Give me a moment. I must put on my glasses, so I can see you with my own eyes! Just wait a moment, dear!" 

 "Why not use somebody else's eyes?"

"Good point. I'll use yours!" A burst of smoke obscures the cat's vision, and a figure comes strolling out of the hut. Cloaked, yes, but you can still glimpse the fangs that gleam from underneath. "Hello, darling! How'd you get here?"

*gtg for a bit but I'll be back* 

 "Teleportation, or I could have stepped over the forest"

Her face spasms for a quick second. Then, she's back to normal. You notice, however, that thin tendrils grow out of her cloak as her image blurs. "Yes, darling, that's how you do it," she says, her voice growing higher and higher-pitched as she speaks. "Now, who are you?" 

 "Somebody and nobody, or so to say, everybody"

"But what is your name, little one?" She grows in size, until she stands tall over the cat.

 "Gato"

"Gato." She twirls a strand of hair absentmindedly, staring at you. With a pop, she reverts to her normal form --- now hovering in the air before them. "Gato, gatito," she says playfully. "Why have you come here?" Her cloak falls down, revealing long, dark hair --- in direct contrast to her perfectly white pupils.

*Are Gato's pronouns they/them? Just wanted to check to make sure. Probably will be vanishing again (poof)* 

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DEITY is writing again, another equation. as it finishes, a few palm trees sprout from the grass, with broad leaves to soak up sunlight, and wide root systems to absorb water.

-4 points to make DEITYTrees 

 *Wanna RP?*

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*I can't believe I didn't notice this until now! Obviously, I love Loki's trickery...thus, I must model it!*

*I am one of the domain of Tales, child....I shall bring nightmares upon you. Devotion specialty as well. I need those storytellers.*

Where are you? Nowhere and everywhere at once, child. That's what the voices seem to cackle as you delve deeper into the forest. Tangled roots grasp up at your feet, life in their twisted veins, while the far-away, yet close calls of beasts echo 'round the trees. Chills spiral up the spine of any-one who delves here, whether they be friend or foe. 

You must know already that you are being driven insane. That is all this place is meant to do. And, if you manage to make it through the treeline, its creator will show you that she can do the same. 

The small hut at the exact center of these woods, surrounded by pens of braying sheep and goats, only underestimates what lurks within. You'll feel her icy fingers upon your throat, claws ripping through your bones. Her cloak hides her face at all times, yet...you know who she is, whether you like it or not. 

Welcome, child, to the Tale-Land. If you're lucky, and if she finds you too skinny, she might tell you a tale before she feeds you to the wolves.

 A friendly-looking cat appears on the outside of the hut, then transforms into a larger cat (Huge, by D&D rules) and says, in an echoing voice, "Who goes there?"

*First roleplay with you Wes*

The sound of banging pots and pans escapes from the inside, a kindly noise that betrays an inhabitant's presence. 

"Hello, darling!" an elderly voice cries from inside. "Give me a moment. I must put on my glasses, so I can see you with my own eyes! Just wait a moment, dear!" 

 "Why not use somebody else's eyes?"

"Good point. I'll use yours!" A burst of smoke obscures the cat's vision, and a figure comes strolling out of the hut. Cloaked, yes, but you can still glimpse the fangs that gleam from underneath. "Hello, darling! How'd you get here?"

*gtg for a bit but I'll be back* 

 "Teleportation, or I could have stepped over the forest"

Her face spasms for a quick second. Then, she's back to normal. You notice, however, that thin tendrils grow out of her cloak as her image blurs. "Yes, darling, that's how you do it," she says, her voice growing higher and higher-pitched as she speaks. "Now, who are you?" 

 "Somebody and nobody, or so to say, everybody"

"But what is your name, little one?" She grows in size, until she stands tall over the cat.

 "Gato"

"Gato." She twirls a strand of hair absentmindedly, staring at you. With a pop, she reverts to her normal form --- now hovering in the air before them. "Gato, gatito," she says playfully. "Why have you come here?" Her cloak falls down, revealing long, dark hair --- in direct contrast to her perfectly white pupils.

*Are Gato's pronouns they/them? Just wanted to check to make sure. Probably will be vanishing again (poof)* 

 "Because I want to meet everybody"

*Gato is me, what do you think? they/she*

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DEITY is writing again, another equation. as it finishes, a few palm trees sprout from the grass, with broad leaves to soak up sunlight, and wide root systems to absorb water.

-4 points to make DEITYTrees 

 *Wanna RP?*

 *sure*

 Zyrkial is watching humans interact with each other

The beast that Atherial made is wandering the islands

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The beast that Atherial made is wandering the islands

 *Capatin? want to roleplay?*

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DEITY is writing again, another equation. as it finishes, a few palm trees sprout from the grass, with broad leaves to soak up sunlight, and wide root systems to absorb water.

-4 points to make DEITYTrees 

 *Wanna RP?*

 *sure*

 Zyrkial is watching humans interact with each other

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a small, bronze, football-sized flying machine, with four buzzing wings, three metallic tentacles, and a single light blue glowing eye on the front hovers next to them, observing the humans as well.

 Hello DIETY

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DEITY is writing again, another equation. as it finishes, a few palm trees sprout from the grass, with broad leaves to soak up sunlight, and wide root systems to absorb water.

-4 points to make DEITYTrees 

 *Wanna RP?*

 *sure*

 Zyrkial is watching humans interact with each other

 5

a small, bronze, football-sized flying machine, with four buzzing wings, three metallic tentacles, and a single light blue glowing eye on the front hovers next to them, observing the humans as well.

 Hello DIETY

 "Greetings. How Is It You Know My//Our Designation?"

 "I know many things DIETY." Zyrkial responds

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The beast that Atherial made is wandering the islands

 *Capatin? want to roleplay?*

 *sry, I'm already doing one with balo*

 *Okay*

*Bananer, Gato's followers will make art

All 21 groups of them*

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DEITY is writing again, another equation. as it finishes, a few palm trees sprout from the grass, with broad leaves to soak up sunlight, and wide root systems to absorb water.

-4 points to make DEITYTrees 

 *Wanna RP?*

 *sure*

 Zyrkial is watching humans interact with each other

 5

a small, bronze, football-sized flying machine, with four buzzing wings, three metallic tentacles, and a single light blue glowing eye on the front hovers next to them, observing the humans as well.

 Hello DIETY

 "Greetings. How Is It You Know My//Our Designation?"

 "I know many things DIETY." Zyrkial responds

 *its DEITY*

"What Is Your Designation Then?"

 "What is my designation? Do you mean my domain?"