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I think I'm going to withdraw from this actually, I'm not quite feeling it anymore.
The Trickster's Gambit




There are too many gods, honestly, it wouldn't be bad if we lost a few.


The old world, home to gods and men alike, has been destroyed by an unknown outsider. All men were killed, and half of the world's gods were culled by the brutal massacre. Those that remained remained on the old world, attempting to salvage the horrific mess that was once their home, unfortunately, some scars cut too deep to be healed, and the gods were forced to leave the world, spreading across the galaxy.

What do you mean I have to fix this? It's not my fault.


One god however, decided to take it upon herself to fix the mess that had become their home, summoning a new generation of man and making himself tools to forge a new planet.

Unfortunately, this god was Dilm, King/Queen of the Tricksters.

What do you mean I can't do it myself? Look at that beautiful river I made you! Yes it's poisonous, but you'll get over it.


The horrific mess that was her planet was more dangerous than even the old world, with both the men and the other species he created suffering horribly. When the men failed to worship her due to the fact that the majority had died and the rest were struggling to stay alive, Dilm finally gave in, calling out into the stars to find any other surviving gods able and willing to recreate their home. It would be a challenge to be certain.

Hey jerks! It's me, the best god to ever exist! Now, I know what you're thinking, where's my goat? She died, sadly, but now she's back! Bet you're wondering how that happened. Well, I snapped like this a bunch, spat some sick miracles and here we are, new planet. Aren't I the best? Now... it may be a little... me... so if that's not your thing then do something about it. Don't make me roll up my sleeves over here. But seriously, I recreated manfolk and they're all dying. Hee. So, if you're into that sick disgusting mess of bones and meat, you'd better come over here stat, because I think I'm the only god left who can do that... wait, how did I do that? Huh, sometimes I confuse myself. Does that mean I'm really good or that I suck? The answer is seven, by the way.



Oh boy oh boy I'm very pleased with how this turned out.

So if that caught your attention, this is, as the title says, a world-building RP, and we will play a pantheon of gods. I have a basic idea of how this is going to work, but if you have any better ideas, don't be afraid to share them.

My idea is that the whole shebang will be based on a power system, with gods given favor based on their actions and their worshiper count, and you will be able to use that favor to perform miracles that change the course of the Trickster's New Earth. Speaking of the Trickster, he/she/it doesn't exactly sit still, his/her/zir actions do not require favor, but are entirely random (I will be using a dice roller to decide their actions). At first we will mainly be trying to fix the Earth, but afterwards we can move onto our own agendas, probably conflicting with each-other.

Yes you can create your own races, as long as you have the favor for it, this is my idea of the favor levels using modern comparison sizes.

Favor 1: Minuscule miracles, affecting an area around 10 000 square meters, of course we need not be that precise.
Favor 2: Very small miracles, affecting perhaps an area around the size of a small town.
Favor 3: Small miracles, affecting perhaps an area around the size of a medium-sized town
Favor 4: Moderate miracles, affecting an area around the size of a city.
Favor 5: Medium miracles, affecting an area around the size of a metropolis.
Favor 6: Medium-Large miracles, affecting an area around the size of a county, creating a race would be around this area.
Favor 7: Large miracles, affecting an area the size of a state.
Favor 8: Very large miracles, affecting an area the size of a country.
Favor 9: Massive miracles, affecting an area the size of a continent.
Favor 10: Planetary miracles, affecting the entire planet.

Of course, you would have to perform miracles associated with your god, I don't want to see no water gods blowing up volcanoes.

How a god would earn favor is a question I'm still pondering, but I wanted to get this out there to see who was interested. I'll answer any questions had.
I think Liam would be fine with it, as long as it furthered his agenda.
@Weird Tales Yes, you countered the arguments, people countered back. Yes, comic universes change, yes, Damian will probably be very different in five or so years, but that doesn't change the fact that right now he is among the most divisive characters in the canon.

Also, you "don't get" the Damian hate? Let me explain, some people have a dislike of certain character types, and no matter how much you argue against it, they're still going to dislike them. No matter how much you argue, you're ultimately powerless to change people's opinions. You shouldn't take personal offense to someone not liking a character you like, it's all opinions at the end of the day, and we all know the saying about them and a certain part of the human waste disposal system.

Now, can we stop this stupid argument and get back to RPing please?
My problem with Damian is that he's such an "EDGY ANTI-HERO" that it's just unbelievable that Bruce keeps him around. The first time he had an edgelord on his payroll he kicked his ass after he went off the deep end. The second time, Jason, as a son Bruce hadn't seen since his death, was still treated like dirt after he started murdering criminals, yes, the New 52 had him rejoin the bat-family, which was so out of character for Bruce that it completely turned me off the New 52. Why in god's green Earth does Damien get a pass? Yes, he's Batman's son, but so was Jason. Bruce is completely uncompromising, the one time he broke his no-kill pledge was against Darkseid, who was just about to blow up the world, other than that, he has never killed, and again, he treated Jason like dirt after he killed someone.

Yet Damian just walks up and is like "Kill 'em" and Bruce gives the old fifties sitcom "Oh Damian!" (Laugh track)

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@Grec no, it was on purpose.
@TheUnknowable

Immediately two members of Zod's personal guard raised their weapons, one wielding a thinner, single barreled gun, the other wielding a thicker multi-barreled one. The third guard's gun was disassembled on her back, so she simply stomped angrily, balling her fists in as intimidating a fashion she could make.

"You dare approach the king of Rann?" Non said with heavy indignation. Zod chuckled and raised a hand to his guards, who lowered their weapons accordingly.

"How amusing, a Rannite on Earth... though..." he looked at her odd skin-tone and bright eyes. "Your appearance speaks otherwise," he said, fascinated.

Floating towards her, he landed cross-armed, his bright white gauntlets reflecting the sunlight, flaring like there was a miniature sun right there in front of them.

"You fly too, Rannites don't do that, at least not without help. What are you? Some Kryptonian half-breed? A fifth grade science experiment?" Zod's eyes briefly flared red before returning to their natural color. "I have no quarrel with you or your people, if that is what you assume. If we meet again, you will show me more respect," he responded venomously.

Zod had just reached the surface of this planet, and already he had met an alien being, or at least he assumed. Hopefully, this meant good things. It was at the very least a good omen, and it raised Zod's spirits substantially. A moment later and he had already examined her musculature and had discovered heavy evidence of genetic manipulation, this interested Zod more than he could have hoped to admit. Zod, however, had no more need of her, signalling his guards, who stared at her for a reason that Zod couldn't understand. Eyeing her oddly, Zod hid his mouth behind his hands as he realized something.

"Oh my, this planet has a nudity taboo, and yet you appear to lack garments, I assume that this causes embarrassment, in the words of this planet's internet culture 'I know that feel, bro.'" He chuckled, valiantly failing to keep himself from bursting into laughter. His guards, now less concerned with their King's well being, continued their gawking. Except for the group's lone female, who instead shook her head and muttered under her breath.

"Stare at the bald woman, why not, it's not like I'm right here."
@The Kid Lantern Sounds good.
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