GodNES - The Beast with a Thousand Backs
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Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
OOC: Trust me all, I want all to get in, but I'm sure I can't handle 30 players at my current modding ability. I can just shove everyone in next update, but it'll kill the NES through overload of modwork. That's why the filter exists. 
I ensure you however, that I'll try to keep the pace up while getting at least 1 player in a turn.
I ensure you however, that I'll try to keep the pace up while getting at least 1 player in a turn.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
So, can the other gods exist and interact in the formless void beyond existence?
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
I will have no problem with that. The stories posted so far are too good to just dump in the Void.
The stories posted so far are too good to just dump in the Void.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Curator Writes:
If Time could be Defined as what prevents everything from happening at once, Curator could be considered being outside time itself. For it, everything happened all at once, all the time. It gazed upon the first life struggling to survive in the first muck and began to comment, knowing exactly what it was going to say.
“A disgusting object, begone from my sight.”
“In the timeless eons, or a single moment it took for the turtle to die, the shadow of the beast, the first ever to have existed in this world, convulsed along with its master in fear and pain and death. In the timeless moments after the beast drew its final breath, the shadow begins to stir once more. It intends to be a shadow, no longer.”
“A being sees the world from atop the tallest spine of the turtle. It sees the first light of the world hovering in the distance. The blood of the turtle and the primordial muck paints the landscape in lurid colors of brown and red over the black background of the turtle. It thinks to itself, ‘this is beauty,’ and vows to preserve it until the end of this world."
"The Trickster God is born. He cares not save for a fact: he is free."
"The Guardian battles to preserve what is Balanced. He seeks to contain, upon his scales, all the light and dark and heat and cold and law and chaos. It knows that all it takes is a single push."
It was also screaming with pure elemental terror as all of its infinite eyes locked upon the first light in the ether, oblivious to anything else.
But like all other beings, he spoke, and only ever spoke, one thing in that moment and space.
"The gardener nurtures a fragile remainder of what once lived. He wishes to reclaim the body of a greater being with lesser lives."
It was in such a way that the other gods found the Curator. They could sense the presence of the Watcher, but never see him. When they finally chased down the watchful eyes past all the painful memories of the Turtle's Demise, they found nothing but a hollow cavern reaching... . The Curator had carved into the spine of the Turtle and built the foundation of the Museum with its own bones. It had carved out a chamber for itself with its own heart and the walls with its own flesh. The other gods could not see anything but hear the voices of the whispering winds.
If Time could be Defined as what prevents everything from happening at once, Curator could be considered being outside time itself. For it, everything happened all at once, all the time. It gazed upon the first life struggling to survive in the first muck and began to comment, knowing exactly what it was going to say.
“A disgusting object, begone from my sight.”
“In the timeless eons, or a single moment it took for the turtle to die, the shadow of the beast, the first ever to have existed in this world, convulsed along with its master in fear and pain and death. In the timeless moments after the beast drew its final breath, the shadow begins to stir once more. It intends to be a shadow, no longer.”
“A being sees the world from atop the tallest spine of the turtle. It sees the first light of the world hovering in the distance. The blood of the turtle and the primordial muck paints the landscape in lurid colors of brown and red over the black background of the turtle. It thinks to itself, ‘this is beauty,’ and vows to preserve it until the end of this world."
"The Trickster God is born. He cares not save for a fact: he is free."
"The Guardian battles to preserve what is Balanced. He seeks to contain, upon his scales, all the light and dark and heat and cold and law and chaos. It knows that all it takes is a single push."
It was also screaming with pure elemental terror as all of its infinite eyes locked upon the first light in the ether, oblivious to anything else.
But like all other beings, he spoke, and only ever spoke, one thing in that moment and space.
"The gardener nurtures a fragile remainder of what once lived. He wishes to reclaim the body of a greater being with lesser lives."
It was in such a way that the other gods found the Curator. They could sense the presence of the Watcher, but never see him. When they finally chased down the watchful eyes past all the painful memories of the Turtle's Demise, they found nothing but a hollow cavern reaching... . The Curator had carved into the spine of the Turtle and built the foundation of the Museum with its own bones. It had carved out a chamber for itself with its own heart and the walls with its own flesh. The other gods could not see anything but hear the voices of the whispering winds.
Grandkhan
Telvanni Master Wizard
Whoop whoop! This is awesome, I love your writing Angst! Its really dramatic and dark and epic, its great.
Alright, prepare for walls of text from the Tome of Laws whenever I get to it, because I love writing in that style
Alright, prepare for walls of text from the Tome of Laws whenever I get to it, because I love writing in that style
Deusselkerr
Warlord
- Joined
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I didn't expect to be in this update. Well, I'm looking forward to being added sometime. When you need some aridity to remove a sea or form a desert, you know where to find me!
ChineseWarlord
Prince
Didn't really expect to be in this update, looking forward to the next one.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
I danced under the misted light, the shattered gore of Arafa blocking the scathing light, which heated the freezing cold. I laugh, my newly formed mouth stretching leagues across the world.
I exist!
It's a wonderful feeling, to exist for the first time. Or rather, first event. For then, there was no time yet, or so my brothers say. I didn't notice. I was too busy frolicking on the corpse of what was my "Father", pulling out great Mushrooms from their stalks, finding reading and losing books of all kinds, poking some bore's eyes, and hugging some light and shadows. I was everywhere, everytime. Right, since there was no time. Like I said, I don't really notice that sort of thing. Shut up, it's my story. You either listen, or I'll take your ears. Or years. Maybe both. Anyhow.
Life! The earliest bumblings and stirrings! So inspiring! So much potential as they stumble over themselves to survive. I found them so amusing, I laugh at them, their little mortal lives. I didn't know what Life was yet, other than I had some form of it, and Araja didn't. Primanus didn't approve of course. Such a bore!
Memory! Such a bore! Can you believe the Curator already had a cache of books by the time I found him? Well, time didn't exist right right. Stop reminding me you silly you! I read them, but they were such bores. I can't remember where they, ah! Here's one now! Huh, didn't remember placing it in ear. The more you know! What time did I read it? Well, technically it was in my ear as I read it, or something like that. Stop reminding me. There's nothing like that.
Light! Can you believe back then there was no Sun? Light was, well, everywhere Borog wasn't. And Borog was everywhere Light wasn't. I could scarcely go out in the light for a minute or so... yes, time wasn't invented yet... before the light hurt. It was fun to reveal the light upon the mushroom stalks and see them shrink and shrivel! I wanted to hug the Light for helping me prank Primanus, but all it did was give me blisters. My first experience of pain. YAY!
Borog's cool. Like, literally. After I found him I hugged him tight while he looked at the light. Didn't think he noticed, but man, he sure helped my blisters! Yeah yeah, there was no such thing as time. Look, I had blisters, I hugged him, I didn't have blisters. Pretty sure that's correlacausahapeffe... whatever. You can figure that boring stuff out!
Then the biggest bore of all, Tsamnir. Balance! Pfff. He's the most boring bore of the bores. He looked so funny scratching himself and frantically waving around his scales! I laughed at him and I played a game with him. Find which scale has been tampered with! Can't see why he'd get so mad at me, after all, WE EXIST! Isn't that the most wonderful thing there is?
And that's the story of the first Day. YES I know time wasn't invented yet! Oh, and I also hid the first Roatubag in near the Mushroom forest. You can't believe Primanus' face when he ate it raw! And I'm giggled again! My brothers should giggle more often, because:
It's great to EXIST!
I exist!
It's a wonderful feeling, to exist for the first time. Or rather, first event. For then, there was no time yet, or so my brothers say. I didn't notice. I was too busy frolicking on the corpse of what was my "Father", pulling out great Mushrooms from their stalks, finding reading and losing books of all kinds, poking some bore's eyes, and hugging some light and shadows. I was everywhere, everytime. Right, since there was no time. Like I said, I don't really notice that sort of thing. Shut up, it's my story. You either listen, or I'll take your ears. Or years. Maybe both. Anyhow.
Life! The earliest bumblings and stirrings! So inspiring! So much potential as they stumble over themselves to survive. I found them so amusing, I laugh at them, their little mortal lives. I didn't know what Life was yet, other than I had some form of it, and Araja didn't. Primanus didn't approve of course. Such a bore!
Memory! Such a bore! Can you believe the Curator already had a cache of books by the time I found him? Well, time didn't exist right right. Stop reminding me you silly you! I read them, but they were such bores. I can't remember where they, ah! Here's one now! Huh, didn't remember placing it in ear. The more you know! What time did I read it? Well, technically it was in my ear as I read it, or something like that. Stop reminding me. There's nothing like that.
Light! Can you believe back then there was no Sun? Light was, well, everywhere Borog wasn't. And Borog was everywhere Light wasn't. I could scarcely go out in the light for a minute or so... yes, time wasn't invented yet... before the light hurt. It was fun to reveal the light upon the mushroom stalks and see them shrink and shrivel! I wanted to hug the Light for helping me prank Primanus, but all it did was give me blisters. My first experience of pain. YAY!
Borog's cool. Like, literally. After I found him I hugged him tight while he looked at the light. Didn't think he noticed, but man, he sure helped my blisters! Yeah yeah, there was no such thing as time. Look, I had blisters, I hugged him, I didn't have blisters. Pretty sure that's correlacausahapeffe... whatever. You can figure that boring stuff out!
Then the biggest bore of all, Tsamnir. Balance! Pfff. He's the most boring bore of the bores. He looked so funny scratching himself and frantically waving around his scales! I laughed at him and I played a game with him. Find which scale has been tampered with! Can't see why he'd get so mad at me, after all, WE EXIST! Isn't that the most wonderful thing there is?
And that's the story of the first Day. YES I know time wasn't invented yet! Oh, and I also hid the first Roatubag in near the Mushroom forest. You can't believe Primanus' face when he ate it raw! And I'm giggled again! My brothers should giggle more often, because:
It's great to EXIST!
It was in the endless moment of Afaja's death that I first became aware of myself. It was the end of the era of cosmic unity. Thought I had never known it, I immediately reeled from its loss.
Spinning around me, mixing within and without me, were four other spirits, each one sundered from the Totality. I immediately recognized the first as my kin. Thwapp is his name now, but in that first encounter, he and I were but two confused minds, each lost and grasping for familiarity, each feeling isolation for the first time. He lay on the edge between primordial dark and burning light. He was the first I knew... though time meant little then. It would be more accurate to say that I knew him best, and most vividly. I remember his laughter, the comfort of his brotherly embrace... and then he fell, he tumbled away from me. Not in space, but in mind, as the petty madness overtook him. The separation from Afaja was too much for him. I watched him fall, and no power of mine could bring it back.
A second familiar spirit also spun through this chaos, for Curator too was my brother. He was quiet and staid from the beginning, betraying no joy or remorse at his father's death. He merely observed, and quietly evaded observation.
The third spirit was much like my brother Curator in mind, but he was very alien in kind. Tsamnir he was, the guardian of balance. He was born not of the flesh of Afaja, but was woven out of the stuff of the Void. A counterpoint, perhaps, to the frivolity and chaos of Thwapp, who was ever one to throw another off balance.
The fourth and final spirit was the most alien of them all. He was an Aetherial, a Void-born creature like Tsamnir. Primanus, they call him now. He bewildered me in that first moment, transmuting the dead flesh of Afaja into soil, then back from soil into a state of animate being. He had created countless tiny spirits in what I believed, at that moment, to be crude mockery of the deceased. It would be some time before I would accept that his joy at his little creation... life... was genuine. For while he rejoiced in the creation of the new order, I knew only grief for the loss of the old.
A great many things happened in the instant before time. Many of them feel no more real than a figment, while others are as vivid and lucid as a waking dream. An unending web of stories could be told from the first instant. Some stand out more than others. I remember with great clarity that over time we became accustomed to our individuality, our separateness. We became native to our isolation, and as we accepted this, our forms became less mixed, and more tangible. Thus did we begin to drift apart, and take on physical form.
Only my elder brother, the Curator, wore no form at all, although I could still detect his essence in myriad other ways. I had once believed that I too would bear no shape, but it was not to be. Standing alongside my fellow primordials, I could feel my difference, and my ever-growing isolation. I was made of the stuff of darkness, the Shadow of Ifaja. I alone was stung by the sun, and remained arrayed against it. Each of the others had made peace with the scarring light.
The Pest, the Gardener and the Guardian each clad themselves in raiments which reflected the light of the sun. This was to be expected. Thwapp, my benighted young brother, was lost in his madness. The other two were Aetherials, beings as alien and unlike myself as I could have ever imagined. It was only natural for them to flout propriety.
I consulted my brother Curator on this matter, as much as one can. He gave little spoken advice, but in his company I beheld the faintest visions of what was yet to come. Whispers of a treacherous brother tormented the back of my mind, and I foresaw a young spirit bearing an image of the sun into my strongest fastnesses, pinpricks of light stabbing into me, pursuing me to the very ends of existence. I shuddered in fear, and questioned him no further.
Yet from fear, came resolve. In time, I came to understand my place, and the realities of my situation. I had two brothers in flesh, and naught but four companions in the world. I had one enemy. Of the primordials, I alone bore the essence of Afaja, that portion of which had been destroyed by the coming of the Sun. This was the matter of which I was composed. I comprehended that I had a duty to uphold this legacy of the all-father, and I knew I would not shirk it. I would not abandon this world to be ruled by a murderer and a usurper. I would protect the primal darkness, I would embrace and nourish it, so that one day it could be restored to its rightful place.
Thus, did the world come to be divided between us, the five primordials: Three Scions of Afaja, two Aetherials of the Void. As I stood upon the dead body of my father, I steeled my resolve, and drew a veil of shadows around my form, forever hiding it from view. Thus did my long toil commence. My trials would be many.
Spinning around me, mixing within and without me, were four other spirits, each one sundered from the Totality. I immediately recognized the first as my kin. Thwapp is his name now, but in that first encounter, he and I were but two confused minds, each lost and grasping for familiarity, each feeling isolation for the first time. He lay on the edge between primordial dark and burning light. He was the first I knew... though time meant little then. It would be more accurate to say that I knew him best, and most vividly. I remember his laughter, the comfort of his brotherly embrace... and then he fell, he tumbled away from me. Not in space, but in mind, as the petty madness overtook him. The separation from Afaja was too much for him. I watched him fall, and no power of mine could bring it back.
A second familiar spirit also spun through this chaos, for Curator too was my brother. He was quiet and staid from the beginning, betraying no joy or remorse at his father's death. He merely observed, and quietly evaded observation.
The third spirit was much like my brother Curator in mind, but he was very alien in kind. Tsamnir he was, the guardian of balance. He was born not of the flesh of Afaja, but was woven out of the stuff of the Void. A counterpoint, perhaps, to the frivolity and chaos of Thwapp, who was ever one to throw another off balance.
The fourth and final spirit was the most alien of them all. He was an Aetherial, a Void-born creature like Tsamnir. Primanus, they call him now. He bewildered me in that first moment, transmuting the dead flesh of Afaja into soil, then back from soil into a state of animate being. He had created countless tiny spirits in what I believed, at that moment, to be crude mockery of the deceased. It would be some time before I would accept that his joy at his little creation... life... was genuine. For while he rejoiced in the creation of the new order, I knew only grief for the loss of the old.
A great many things happened in the instant before time. Many of them feel no more real than a figment, while others are as vivid and lucid as a waking dream. An unending web of stories could be told from the first instant. Some stand out more than others. I remember with great clarity that over time we became accustomed to our individuality, our separateness. We became native to our isolation, and as we accepted this, our forms became less mixed, and more tangible. Thus did we begin to drift apart, and take on physical form.
Only my elder brother, the Curator, wore no form at all, although I could still detect his essence in myriad other ways. I had once believed that I too would bear no shape, but it was not to be. Standing alongside my fellow primordials, I could feel my difference, and my ever-growing isolation. I was made of the stuff of darkness, the Shadow of Ifaja. I alone was stung by the sun, and remained arrayed against it. Each of the others had made peace with the scarring light.
The Pest, the Gardener and the Guardian each clad themselves in raiments which reflected the light of the sun. This was to be expected. Thwapp, my benighted young brother, was lost in his madness. The other two were Aetherials, beings as alien and unlike myself as I could have ever imagined. It was only natural for them to flout propriety.
I consulted my brother Curator on this matter, as much as one can. He gave little spoken advice, but in his company I beheld the faintest visions of what was yet to come. Whispers of a treacherous brother tormented the back of my mind, and I foresaw a young spirit bearing an image of the sun into my strongest fastnesses, pinpricks of light stabbing into me, pursuing me to the very ends of existence. I shuddered in fear, and questioned him no further.
Yet from fear, came resolve. In time, I came to understand my place, and the realities of my situation. I had two brothers in flesh, and naught but four companions in the world. I had one enemy. Of the primordials, I alone bore the essence of Afaja, that portion of which had been destroyed by the coming of the Sun. This was the matter of which I was composed. I comprehended that I had a duty to uphold this legacy of the all-father, and I knew I would not shirk it. I would not abandon this world to be ruled by a murderer and a usurper. I would protect the primal darkness, I would embrace and nourish it, so that one day it could be restored to its rightful place.
Thus, did the world come to be divided between us, the five primordials: Three Scions of Afaja, two Aetherials of the Void. As I stood upon the dead body of my father, I steeled my resolve, and drew a veil of shadows around my form, forever hiding it from view. Thus did my long toil commence. My trials would be many.
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
I will post stats and order instructions Thursday. Is it possible for the Primordials to make orders in by Sunday if I do so? Then I'll update Monday and preferably continue in this pattern.
Milarqui
Deity
Yes. At least, I would be able to do it.
I'll try to write something later.
And, also, I loved the part where you described how my bacteria evolved and became fungi.
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
Yeah I supposed that was kind of unexpected from your side
Golden1Knight
Emperor
If you need some rain or storm to feed certain fungi, you can find me in the void. 
It will be interesting to see how this world will evolve.
It will be interesting to see how this world will evolve.
Omega124
Challenging Fate
Congrats to the people who were chosen! Hopefully soon the sky goddess will join you on this brave new world. Until then, have fun looking at the dark void above 24/7!
Somehow I feel like this world is going to be very Lovecraftian in design. Terrain that causes insanity and embodies darkness, hostile gods which will most likely create hostile lifeforms, asnd the fact that the ground is technically still alive. This is going to be a very alien and evil world, which I adore.
Hopefully soon the sky goddess will join you on this brave new world. Until then, have fun looking at the dark void above 24/7!Somehow I feel like this world is going to be very Lovecraftian in design. Terrain that causes insanity and embodies darkness, hostile gods which will most likely create hostile lifeforms, asnd the fact that the ground is technically still alive. This is going to be a very alien and evil world, which I adore.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Plus a couple happy gods!
Milarqui
Deity
Primanus smiled when s/he saw the large fields of fungi that had sprout out after s/he created the bacteria. S/he knew that it would be a long path until hir objectives were achieved, until life that was capable of knowing, of being intelligent, appeared, but s/he knew it would be worth it.
S/he also knew that there were others like him, others with powers that were already changing this planet. But s/he cared little about what they did. S/he knew that some of those others had also created life, but s/he also knew that all life answered to hir, and that s/he could learn what it all was.
S/he would still work. S/he would speak with all of the others. It was the only thing s/he could do, before s/he could continue helping hir children grow and reproduce and cover the entire planet.
OOC: OK, it's not much, but I'm short on ideas right now.
S/he also knew that there were others like him, others with powers that were already changing this planet. But s/he cared little about what they did. S/he knew that some of those others had also created life, but s/he also knew that all life answered to hir, and that s/he could learn what it all was.
S/he would still work. S/he would speak with all of the others. It was the only thing s/he could do, before s/he could continue helping hir children grow and reproduce and cover the entire planet.
OOC: OK, it's not much, but I'm short on ideas right now.
Much was completed in the time before time, with my mind and body now firmly set on their task. Over the portion of the world in which my form had coalesced, I spread a broad shadow, and began to delve. Much of Afaja was now transmuted into dirt and stone, but as a scion of the all-father, I continued to wield great power over these materials. Down and down I tunneled, a thousand teeth gnawing and a thousand claws rending away at the earth. Great chambers and grottoes opened up in the depths, interlinked by a labyrinth of passages, some grand in scale and others perishingly small. Here, in lands never stained by light, did I find the essence of Afaja preserved intact. Here I could bathe in the primal darkness, and salve my sun-inflicted scars. Long did I partake in this glorious communion, and deeply did I drink. The abyssal font flowed through me and enriched my spirit, and as I delved further and further, my powers waxed in kind. While my will was made manifest on only a small portion of the sun-blanched surface, the black depths beheld the true extent of my strength. Never did I rest as I carved out my domain, preparing myself for the struggle yet to come.
My purpose was often lonesome, but I did gather some manner of companionship. Not long after my burrowing began, I detected the void-tinged presence of Primanus, the Gardener, contaminating my works. My delvings had not gone unnoticed by the architect of life, and its tendrils soon permeated the tunnels of the underscape. Miniscule gnawing animalcules gnawed away at the earth alongside me, and fungi followed. At first I was angered by the Gardener's perfidy, but I soon grew fond of its little creations. They bore no tinge of the sunlit world above me- indeed, it seemed as if they came to mirror my essence, having been exposed to my being for so long.
My little brother, the Pest, also provided some company. As my tunnels stretched beneath the edges of his realm, I discovered that he too had burrowed, to meet me. Here, we could assemble in a place of mutual comfort. In the primal dark, I made several attempts to cleanse the stains of the sun away from him, but each time he resisted. The madness, sadly, still clutched him closely and would not relinquish its grip.
Also to the Afajan spine did I dig, to meet with my elder brother Curator. His companionship was as lacking as ever. The neutral observer remained as distant as he had been every other time we crossed paths.
Thus did I delve my refuge, and assemble my strength. The time for my confrontation with the sun was at last drawing nigh.
My purpose was often lonesome, but I did gather some manner of companionship. Not long after my burrowing began, I detected the void-tinged presence of Primanus, the Gardener, contaminating my works. My delvings had not gone unnoticed by the architect of life, and its tendrils soon permeated the tunnels of the underscape. Miniscule gnawing animalcules gnawed away at the earth alongside me, and fungi followed. At first I was angered by the Gardener's perfidy, but I soon grew fond of its little creations. They bore no tinge of the sunlit world above me- indeed, it seemed as if they came to mirror my essence, having been exposed to my being for so long.
My little brother, the Pest, also provided some company. As my tunnels stretched beneath the edges of his realm, I discovered that he too had burrowed, to meet me. Here, we could assemble in a place of mutual comfort. In the primal dark, I made several attempts to cleanse the stains of the sun away from him, but each time he resisted. The madness, sadly, still clutched him closely and would not relinquish its grip.
Also to the Afajan spine did I dig, to meet with my elder brother Curator. His companionship was as lacking as ever. The neutral observer remained as distant as he had been every other time we crossed paths.
Thus did I delve my refuge, and assemble my strength. The time for my confrontation with the sun was at last drawing nigh.
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