GodNES - The Beast with a Thousand Backs

[Grandkhan]

Deity Name: Artharax, High Judge of the Universe, Lawgiver of Existence, Lord of the Laws, the Will to Order
Embodiment: Order and Law, both Physical and Societal
Player: Grandkhan
Description: Artharax is the Lawgiver, he who imposes upon the Universe Order by the force of his will alone. He has no physical form per see, being but the Will to Order given power, but it is by his Will that the Primeval Chaos from which he was born is shaped and tamed. Thus, to show his power, he forces the Primeval Muck to form the body in which he resides, beating it by the Strength of Will alone into Ordered Shape. He usually takes the form of a dark Grey cloud made of Primeval Chaos beaten into following his Law, tinged with a red glow and red lightning.

First Action: Artharax forms, but a Spirit of Order and Will, from the primordial chaos, and says unto it, "You shall bend before Order." And with nought but the strength of his will, he forces it to Obey his Law. And he gives it the Laws of Electromagnetism, and the Law of Gravity, and thus the Primeval Chaos obeys his will and his strength!

Verse 2

And as the First Sun blazed across Afaja's shell, and the Gods of Light and Dark did clash, there was nought in the Primordial Chaos but the Will. And this Will did storm across the Chaotic Soil, finding nought but raw Chaos and Emptiness before it. And the Will did say,
"There is nought but Chaos here, and none to tame it."

And the Will coalesced into the Primordial Soil of the Demon Turtle, and did embrace itself to the Chaos - and from this Will rose Artharax, the Lord of Order and the Giver of Laws, who's Will formed Himself and Smote the Chaos!

And Artharax said "THERE WILL BE ORDER!", and with nought but his Will did he smite the Chaos into his bidding. And he took the form of the Glowing Cloud, and from the Primordial Chaos did he make his Form in his service. And Artharax said, "I have Ordered the Chaos to my Will, and all shall follow my Laws as I lay them down."

And such was his Might, that no Chaos could stand before him afore the Birth of Lafindreeth the Chaotic.

Verse 3

And Artharax looked upon the Chaos, and said unto himself, "It lacks Order, and is Chaotic. It must follow the Laws, such that it may be bent and form shape." And he flew out over the Chaos, and with his Will he did force it to assemble, and he said unto it, "Now you shall be Ordered." And he did speak his First Law.

And Artharax said, "The First Law is thus: All Things are Things, and all Things have an opposite! And as All Things are Things, they must understand That Which is Not Their Own. So shall all Chaos seek out and find its opposite, and be attracted unto it, and So is the First's Opposite attracted to the Second, while the Second is attracted to the First. And this is the First Law, the Law of Electromagnetism."

But the Chaos resisted, and cried "We shall not bend to your Will!" But Artharax smote it with red lightning, and the did accept Order.

Verse 4

And Artharax looked out over the Chaos, and saw that Things did attract themselves to their Opposite - but it did not mingle with the other Things, and he grew angry. And he flew out over the Chaos and said unto it, "Now you shall hear my Second Law."

And Artharax said "My Second Law is thus: All Things are Things, and All Things must know other Things. Thus shall All Things be attracted unto eachother, in lesser amounts, so you shall know All Things in turn. And this is the Second Law, the Law of Gravity."

But the Chaos cried out, "No! We wish not to learn of Other Things!" And Artharax grew angry, and smote them with lightning until they submitted to his Will. And he looked out over the Chaos as it bent to the Will to Order, and saw that it was good.

 

[Angst]

I'm beginning the update now. I won't update before Tsamnir gets his own stuff in, but if he does, we'll get a two days' early update.

I promise that the queue of gods will be up tonight though. It's only the chronological queue, mind you, so you might get in much earlier than listed on the queue.

@Angst: I have a question. Does water exist yet? Does it, perhaps, only exist in the bodies of living organisms? I was thinking that the Abyssal Font might be the world's source of water, the seas being formed by streams of the spring water emerging through the Earth's surface. Even if water does already exist, that might be something interesting for Greyti (Everblack) to consider.

Actually I have no idea about this. I again refer to the cosmology I know best: The old Christian one, where the world beyond the stars has been variably abstracted as an ur-sea AND heaven AND otherworldly platonic æther etc.; I find that explanations are often contrary to themselves and nonsensical, and that's the best answer I can give you, for I really don't know and haven't decided yet. Ie I think that's up for you and Greyti to decide upon. I think the players have been really creative so far and I'm loving the narratives you present.

 

[Angst]

Here is the current queue:

1. Cold: Kylmyys
2. Death and Gateways: Zaephta
3. Wisdom and Knowledge: Gnontia
4. Sea: Greyti
5. Passion and Drive and Devotion and Obsession: Merphous
6. Fire: Adur Oheder
7. Drought: Mazus-Klein
8. Forests and Jungles: Juntin
9. Tricks and Lies and Meditation: Magrastuur
10. Chaos: Lafindreeth
11. War and Honor: Sythus
12. Conquest and Dominion: Malek Bal
13. Hearth: Madris
14. Skies: Nargot
15. Gluttony and Lust: Ballestoniormelatimusty
16. Luck and Fate: Jarquin
17. Fire: Rintrah
18. Disease and Healing: Higen
19. Charisma and Daring and Mischief: Sejesse
20. Moon: Evyera
21. Storm: Arastor

 

[Daftpanzer]

Pff, #19... Is this meta-NESing revenge for me killing off your NESCraft character? Incidentally I now know what it feels like to be on a waiting list!

Looking forward to the update.

 

[Milarqui]

Y'know, I find it weird that we don't have a God/dess of Water, or something similar. Sure, we have a God of the Sea, but nothing on rivers or something like that.

 

[Tsoate]

I think unless the player posts a story between each update, they should drop to the back.
This will make everything so much more developed, and ramp up player involvement.

 

[Angst]

I think unless the player posts a story between each update, they should drop to the back.
This will make everything so much more developed, and ramp up player involvement.

Players that post stories and invest in the thread have a much better chance coming in with the next god bundle.

Y'know, I find it weird that we don't have a God/dess of Water, or something similar. Sure, we have a God of the Sea, but nothing on rivers or something like that.

What, you need water for your plants or something?

Pff, #19... Is this meta-NESing revenge for me killing off your NESCraft character? Incidentally I now know what it feels like to be on a waiting list!

Looking forward to the update.

I enjoyed my death!

(Also, I wrote the queue rules way earlier than I decided I could handpick people from across the thread, so your conditions have actually improved since then )

 

[Tycho]

The void was unchanging. Dark. Cold. Neither order nor chaos was made from the void, but the one known simply as Lafindreeth simply was... or was it is? He could not really tell. Time did not move in a straight line here, the chains of un-creation still shackled him and while he simply existed, he could do nothing but strain at the void of non-existence and tear at the shackles that bound him. The want, the need, the hunger for chaos and for chaotic happenings tore at him on the inside, to fulfill the cycle of chaos from order and order from chaos, the everlasting cycle that he knew, that he felt, that was as much of a part of his intangible mind as anything else in the void scratched and itched like a wound he could not feel or even know about given that he had not had the dignity of being born into creation yet.

Within time, endless aeons and ages of time within the void, a light appeared in the distance, a little thimble sized thing so distant that it was almost unremarkable. And yet, whenever Lafindreeth looked at it, the whispers and the mutterings of the void dropped away, the silence became filled with something else entirely, something indescribable, something that could not be put into text if he was a wordsmith or put onto a canvas if he was an artist, but something else so ethereal that he could not express it in anything at all. More than likely that was because he did not have a mouth, or fingers or appendages to do so, but still, Lafindreeth saw the prick of light and he knew that there was creation.

And his blood boiled because he knew that order would come to that pinprick of creation to disturb the beauty of chaos that existed in everything.

He hated order. He hated it as the fire hates the water, the snow hates the sun, the waters hate their endless cycle of slapping against shorelines. He struggled at the bonds, crying out silently against the stark black skies of the void, straining towards the light, feeling the shackles of un-creation chafe and slice into his form that was not flesh.

After an indeterminate amount of time, he fell back and stopped trying to fight the shackles, but still his blood boiled and raged. Order was there. Order was too powerful without chaos to balance it out. Order was the boring part of life that no one liked, and least of all Lafindreeth. Order needed to be dealt with.

Lafindreeth waited before struggling again, eager to free himself from the void.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Players that post stories and invest in the thread have a much better chance coming in with the next god bundle.

Awesome!

 

[KaiserElectric]

Players that post stories and invest in the thread have a much better chance coming in with the next god bundle.

I'm a little uncertain about writing a story when my God is not supposed to exist yet.

 

[Angst]

I'm a little uncertain about writing a story when my God is not supposed to exist yet.

I'll advise you to think outside the box. You can write post-birth mythology (several others write "books" on their gods often in a mythological narrative, which doesn't necessarily has to become 'real' canon - remember that real world mythologies are often inconsistent, and sometimes stories even contradict themselves!) or you can wonder about metaphysical or cosmological conditions (as if a humanoid philosopher or theologist) - and remember that you are, after all, gods. I'll allow a lot of leeway. Metaphysics don't apply to you any more than when I use them as an excuse to hinder you breaking the game; Update 1 happened chronologically before time began, which is technically impossible, but there it is. Also, the Sun destroyed Afaja before it was actually created. Before we have an established world, I have no issue with you taking similar liberties*.

* Although I will of course end you if you use your freedom to powergame or sillify the NES. With a pleasant PM to ask you fix it first, of course.

 

[KaiserElectric]

Good to know, thanks for the tips

 

[Civ'ed]

It is warm.
But for there to be warmth, there must be opposition to warmth.
Where is this opposition?
It does not exist.
it should exist.
and it should triumph over it's counterpart.
But it doesn't.
It doesn't and never will.
For cold is the lack of warmth.
Cold is the lack of sympathy, compassion.
Cold is the lack of emotion.
Cold is purest common sense.

 

[Deusselkerr]

I'm out, and probably wont be visiting this site much more often. College is getting the best of me. Good luck all.

 

[Angst]

You were Drought right?

EDIT: Yes you were. Good luck with your endeavours.

 

[thomas.berubeg]

Thwapp strutted past a field of bacteria.

A thousand different fungi died

Sugar consumed, poison expelled.

Quiver of divinity amidst the corpses.

A million bacteria are born.

The first instance of emotion... Joy? Pleasure?

Desire.

Thwapp walks off. Divinity remains.

 

[Bair_the_Normal]

Deity: Tsamnir
Player: Bair_the_Normal
Embodiment: Balance and Opposites
Might/Realm/Patronage: 1/1/0

"Sealing of the Scales" 1 PP The constant interference with the Scales is somewhat annoying. Not naming names. Time to seal away these conceptual Scales in a mountain. Deep in a mountain. Where they won't exist anymore. Well, not physically, at least.

"Protection of the Scales" 1 PP Well, all that dirt had to come from somewhere. Tsamnir thinks that to balance the massive mountain, some pretty big chasms have to be dug around it. Plus it would make it look better. Or it might make it look worse. Who knows?

 

[Terrance888]

Thwapp pisses in the chasm. And so the first river (a smelly, sulfurous one) was formed.

 

[Haseri]

Have you ever looked at a bone? They look so solid and smooth, especially when cleaned of meat by knife or teeth. But look closer. Much closer. They are porous, filled with holes that a dust mite could get lost in.

And we are but dust mites to the great Turtle, so the bones of the world are filled with caverns, not carved by water or wind, but whatever process created the God Above Gods long before time began.

And here, so far beneath surface, we cannot know precisely where we are, as light cannot touch this place, is a cyst, on the once-living, if living was what the God was, bone. An utterly benign cyst, one that may be cut by a surgeon as a precaution, but no ill omen to further malady.

One of too many to begin to quantify, completely normal. So why direct you to this particular one? Why bring you down to the fathomless darkness, to walk for hours, if not days, if such things existed at this point, to look upon something so unassuming?

Listen. Listen very closely. The silence here is deafening, so you may need to strain to hear. There. Just on the very edge of perception. That rhythm, hear it now? Breathing, almost. It's impossible to tell whether it's the cyst or something in the aether drawn to the cyst. Time will tell.

 

[Angst]

I'm 99% sure I'm going to delay the update 1-3 days, but I'll try to get it up tonight. Sorry about the wait, I just got home and am kinda dead from a whole day of studying and piano practice.

I'll see if I can get it up tonight though. It's not far from done...