Of the GodsMain MenuOf the GodsPick Your PoisonChoose your own destiny. Pick the woman whose shoes you will walk in, and your choices will determine the fate of human civilization....and who will file those papers before noon.Deity Profile: Meet LilithDeity Profile: Meet Kumi HoDeity Profile: Meet ErisKate Kennedy68ea8327fe7c4deff92d3d6d9ba1afe8045c334e
1media/eriss.pngmedia/Screen Shot 2017-12-06 at 12.51.23 PM.png2017-12-06T12:38:09-08:00Give him a piece of your mind7plain2017-12-11T10:37:55-08:00
"Look, old man, I've had it up to here with you. I've been working myself to death here, always playing along with your little games, you foul-smelling, fire cracking, lightening bolt-throwing piece of petrified shit!"
Yeahhhh.... That'd really get him, you think in your head before you stand up to say it.
Your mouth opens, blood boiling, hair enveloping the room, when your almost grand "Fuck you" speech is intercepted by the slap of a comically large stack of papers upon your desk.
The one who put them there, a young man 20s in looks, much older in reality. He has fiery strawberry blond hair. By no means an attractive man, his nose large, face gaunt, skin pale and freckles scattered upon his face in places that don't add to his beauty, yet a clever grin makes him charming and approachable. He's quick witted, smooth-talking, and most importantly... a dear friend.
1media/eriss.png2017-12-06T13:03:11-08:00Cut Your Losses5plain2017-12-11T10:39:47-08:00 "Look, sir. I have been working as fast as I can, but there's been a lot on my plate...unlike some of us..." you motion your head to a blue woman with four hands standing amongst your gossiping coworkers,"...I only have two hands and..."
The boss starts to show a look of sheer anger in his eye. You can see his hair stand up on end. Literal sparks start to go off within his burly beard. He puffs himself up and starts to scream.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. I MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE AND THIS IS HOW YOU THANK M..."
His rant is abruptly cut off by the slap of a comically large stack of papers upon your desk.
The one who put them there, a young man 20s in looks, much older in reality. He has fiery strawberry blond hair. By no means an attractive man, his nose large, face gaunt, skin pale and freckles scattered upon his face in places that don't add to his beauty, yet a clever grin makes him charming and approachable. He's quick witted, smooth-talking, and most importantly... a dear friend.