The Void is infinite. It is perfect Entropy, bringing an end to all eventualities.

Chaos and Order, Time and Space, Life and Death. All are extinguished.

Inside its vastness, there's no possibility of anything existing. Yet...

Sometimes, something does.

A new bubble has emerged. In its paradoxical, protective shell, a new reality is taking shape.

You are one of its shapers. Most would call you a god and most would be correct. The power to create or destroy is yours to use as you see fit. Just remember, the bubble is more fragile than it seems, and for all of your differences, you and your fellow gods are an existential family.

>God Sheet
>Name: Your chosen identity. This can be anything, including a title or nothing, but nicknames from others are likely.
>Visage: Your chosen physical form. This has no effect besides first impressions.
>Goal: Your plans for this reality. While this also has no direct effect, it's probably important to you.
>Domains: The concepts you have control over. Choose 1-5. They, too, can be anything. The more you have, the thinner spread you'll be.

It's been too long since a god game and I figure New Year's is as good a time as any to start a new one! There will be some crunch but not much. Major Updates will be weekly. I'll be accepting gods until Saturday. This should be fun to see.

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In the last thread, you:

> Took your friends on a shopping spree on the Diagon Alley

> Started your own Dueling Club

> Beat Merula Snyde in battle and earned discounted chips

> Told your parents about everything that happened to you

> Visited the remains of Camelot

> Stole a unbloomed Prophecy from a church

> Finished your exams

> Went with your girlfriend on an internship tracking a supposedly extinct dragon

> Got cornered by said actually-not-extinct dragon

And now…

-- -- -- ? X X X

You wake up before the alarm rings, that's a first. However, for perhaps the first time since you've been trapped in this timeloop, you look forward to today, that's because your spirit finally managed to get you a way to remember a certain someone. All that's written on that note is that you have a girlfriend, that you're forgetting her, and that you should not betray her trust here, but that's enough for you.

Sure, you can't remember her face, or what she sounds like, or what kind of person she is, or why you even loved her, but that's fine! As long as this note exists, you know that you have someone to come back to, so you won't do something you might regret later in this temporal prison. Speaking of temporal prison, now would be a good time to reiterate what you know about your situation thus far.

For one, it's possible for someone in the loop to figure out that something is wrong using those fumes that Claire inhaled. You're not sure how helpful of an info that is, but it might at the very least convince some people here of what you're going through. Another is that 'M', a powerful being you've interacted with for a short time, is as described by your spirit 'knowledgeable, powerful, immature' and to 'not listen to them, find your own solution'.

You've also found out that Claire has a crush on you, but you doubt returning her feeling is enough to get out of the loop, not like you would even if you had to. Worst case scenario, you can stall until a teacher wakes you up from this nightmare.

That should cover most of what you've learned about the loop, you cover your loop immune note with a book, so your parents don't mess with it, and get prepared for school. Usual banter from your parents, Claire waiting for you at the door, offering the brush- damnit, you forgot to brush your hair AGAIN.

Claire smiles at you on your way to school. "You look happy today, did something happen?"

You DO feel in a good mood now that you don't need to constantly strain your mind remembering that girl. You should ride that happy feeling while it lasts.

>Going through the school as normal doesn't do much, maybe you could skip classes while staying inside the school instead?
>Explore the city with Claire
>Go through the school as normal, maybe you'll get an opportunity to talk to your parents about something if they aren't angry at you for skipping.
>Maybe you should treat Claire a little. You don't need to return her feeling, you can just try to be extra nice today.
>Something else? (Write in)

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“It has been… Sister Celestine.”

Celestine eyes drifted toward the thing. Should she be in a different location, she would have cleaved the thing in half. Seeing that the thing was inside the most holiest of places with Chaplain Gabriel, she doubted she was facing a foe.

“And what is this?”

“Subject Ninety-Nine, creation of Ordo Xenos under Lord Inquisitor Kryptman to combat the ongoing tyranid invasions.” Chaplain Gabriel said. “She is here as the conclave is being prepared.”

“I see.” Celestine said.

“On what mission have you been sent to be summoned in Terra?” Chaplain Gabriel said.

Celestine’s beautiful visage twisted into a holy hatred in her worrying grimace. Ninety-Nine flinched at the bright searing light emanating from Celestine. The light that touched Ninety-Nine did not damage her, but the warmth of the radiance instead swelled her heart with an energy that she did not understand.

“The heart of Terra is in danger, a great calamity will occur and the threat is within the Imperium’s high command. The God-Emperor has sent me to find the heretic shrouded by foul magic.” Celestine said. “I suppose I will be needing your assistance once again, Chaplain.”

“Then it will be brief.” Chaplain Gabriel said. “I am here to represent the Chaplaincy of the watch fortress I reside in in this conclave.”

“What is the conclave about?”

“Imperium Nihilus, and who shall be sent to investigate the lost inquisitors. Perhaps there is corruption within the inquisition, those with vile intent influenced by the dark powers.”

Celestine glanced at Ninety-Nine.

“Yes… it will not be the first time an inquisitor has been tricked into creating something that would condemn billions of souls when it was meant to save the Imperium.” Celestine withheld a sigh. “But I also know there are righteous inquisitors as well. I will first speak with the Lord Commander.”

Celestine noticed the intense focus of Ninety-Nine.

"What is it, Subject Ninety-Nine?"

>“I like your wings!”
>“You’re very pretty Lady Celestine!”
>Write-in

Inhale. Exhale.

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. It's smudged, spattered with god knows what but you still recognize yourself despite all the blood.

Kyle Mercer. 25 years on your way to Hell. Naked, splattered with someone else's blood. Again.

You're trembling, a mixture of nerves and adrenaline. Why? You're sure you're going to find out whether you want to or not. You had been planning on making changes in your life and maybe others. That's why you were going home, right?

You stare into your own pale eyes and see…well, not much. Vitreous orbs, your fleshy windows to the world. You look down at your chest and see your tattoo, directly over your heart. You got it years ago and it meant the world to you but you can't remember when or why.

It was an Ouroboros, black on pale flesh but now streaked with red. You wet your hand in the sink and wash the blood away delicately. The cold water makes you break out in goosebumps. You see the blood on your body is dried. How long have you been standing here? Whose blood do you have on you this time?

You shake your head trying to clear it. "Fuck!" You didn't bother wondering why you couldn't remember anything. It was a consequence of what happened to you when you were younger. The same reason your arms were dotted with circular scars from cigarette burns and small, hard crosses carved into you years ago. It was the same reason the skin across the left side of your face, running down your neck to your shoulder and peck, was shiny and taut. A cruel burn that left those parts of you without feeling. Your long hair only partially conceals the scar tissue.

"You can't desecrate the temple," she'd said. "Only decorate it."

You inhale again, body trembling, and exhale. It's time for a change. You pick up the pill bottle from the sink, uncap it and dump the pills into the toilet. They rattle in with satisfying, porcelain clinks and plops. When you flush you watch a red-blue kaleidoscope of pharmaceuticals tumble to watery oblivion.

You didn't need those anyway. They only slowed you down. Confused you. You look back at yourself in the mirror. You lick your teeth, and taste iron. You feel better already. In fact, you feel Brand New.

What's changed?

>What doesn't kill you
Wounds that incapacitate others don't stop you
>Whispers in the wind
You can catch glimpses into people's thoughts.
>Right behind you
You have a knack for showing up in places you shouldn't be able to get to

All that you have left is whatever is still in your hotel room and of course what's on the bathroom sink in front of you.

>$20
>A .22 pistol
>20 tabs of ecstasy

Turn 14
The world of Pavilion falls under a pall. Mortal meddling strains the fabric of the world as wizards war with increasingly uncontrollable magics. To the west, a new land arises, ushering the Vizari into a harsh yet protected refuge from raiders and pillages. A presence stirs in the deep wounds they left behind, feeding on blood and souls, seeping through cracks in the firmament. The Northern nations seek glory in other lands, sending their armies outside of reality itself to fight wars in a strange new world. The Tyrns Without Summer march on all the while, food stores deplete, emergency measures turn to mitigation, and hunger yields to famine. Dark times indeed.

>We're currently full on players, though that can change with short notice. If you're interested, join our discord. The invite code is: F2Patcf.

GLOBAL DISASTER: The night sky darkens, the stars torn from their seats in the heavens and cast into the western seas. The earth itself quakes with indignation, stirring up great waves that batter the coast. The days that follow are unseasonably cool and dry. The sun is enfeebled by a dry fog that reddens and dapples its shining light. Crops fail, lakes freeze, animals starve to death for want of grazing ground.

It was rather silent in the staff room where Mik had left all the girls, as the girls were all spending their time alone in ways they hoped would be meaningful. Chrysidus was busy reading some old brochures and newspapers from the facility, trying to improve her reading skills. Oreas was testing her powers on some metal wires to try and see if she could power electronics, hoping she could use her abilities to later help Lydia. Anofelis was curled up one of the beds, snoring softly as she was taking a little nap. Laura was double-checking all the rations and also preparing for Vinisha's arrival, having already set up a bed for her. Kamara was crawling on the ceiling, practicing her colour and shape shifting whilst actively on the move. And Morgan was busy playing chess with Ingmar. "Hmmmm, your last move was your unfortunate downfall!" Morgan would say proudly, Ingmar bumbling in response. "You're really good at this, Morgan."

The compliment would make Morgan chuckle heartily. "Well, I am a master tactician! Now, I suggest you think your next move through, lest your king ends up at the end of my blade!" Ingmar would look at the board, before playing a rather defensive move to protect his king. "How predictable. But you missed one important detail..." She'd make a single move which essentially gave her the checkmate. Ingmar kept thinking about his move, before responding calmly. "Well, uhhhh, I don't think I can really do anything? I can move this, but... then that frees up your knight, I think. I'm not sure. I'm not really that good at this chess stuff." Morgan would put her hand on his shoulder. "Nonsense! You're learning well! It is just that you are facing a tactical genius! I am certain that in no time, you will know all the tricks in the book to defeat your opponents!" Ingmar smiled, before speaking more softly. "I honestly prefer the whole... sword training thing we did earlier. Can we do that again?"

Having someone else interested in learning sword-combat was truly wonderful to Morgan. "Why, I'd love to, Ingmar! How about you put the chess pieces back in place?" As Ingmar did such, Morgan would form a smaller blade from some of her own metal armour. Though Chrys was quick to bud in, speaking softly as she looked up from her newspaper. "If you two are gonna play with your swords again, please do it in one of the rooms of the back, please. I really am not fond of all the noise... or the fact Ingmar accidentally threw his sword the last time you did this." Morgan nodded, as she signalled Ingmar to follow her to one of the storage rooms in the back. "Laura, Oreas, did you two know that... Roraima got a prize for being the first to have worked on at least 30 subjects?" Chrys would soon say, making Laura scoff. "With a guy like him holding that title, it's not even a surprise that this place went to hell." It made Oreas chuckle a little, before she'd put some energy into a lamp she had taken, actually making it glow again.

You are still William sparred with self-lighting firefighters, beat the shit out of the voices in your head, and now preparing to go back to university that descended into a multi-way gang fight.

>Six sisters peacefully coexist in a house- at least four hours a day, which is when everyone is sleeping.
>No parents. No passive income. Cake is for special days only. The cake is rice with a candle, but with actual salt.
-You are the youngest of the sisters, and also the smallest, by far on both accounts. You can't talk. You can't read or write. But you can, at least, throw silent tantrums.

And your goal is to hold it all together.