*here is a Boy -- a very timid and trepidatious Boy -- peering into the room and twisting the ends of his muffler anxiously*

er, excuse me. i was wondering -- that is, i don't suppose -- er -- i mean to say --

i'm meant to be a Piglet, you see, and-- and--

p-please would someone change me back?

*dabs at the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief*

I have heard that there are those here with healing powers. I wish to employ the talents of one such. *coughs gratingly*

Typist: Only less-scrupulous types need respond (much as I'd love to give him a dose of Bast). And those with godly powers would be best, as the cough isn't the only thing ( Read more... )

A while back, quite a few people had assured me of their support in the fight against that self-proclaimed dark lord of wizard, should he return ( Read more... )

Aphrodite appears, clothed in a soft pink dress that accentuates every curve on her body, her girdle clasped neatly around her waist.

Did you miss me? She smiles, sending a few coy glances towards -certain- men (and gods) she know will have. I am afraid I had a bit of trouble with typists...but that is all past now. Let us focus on more pleasant ( Read more... )

*runs in on the verge of tears*

SHIT HELP! MAJOR TRAUMA OVER HERE! HELP HELP HELP! Hermione's really hurt, really hurt! Please, for the love of Merlin, SOMEBODY HELP US!

EDIT: FUCK DON'T YOU PEOPLE KNOW WHAT HELP MEANS!? *cries hysterically* DEAD! They're DEAD!

Hello. My name is Io. I'm a princess, and... to make a long story short, be careful about gods, or you might spend the better part of your youth turned into a cow, guarded by someone with a hundred eyes, and then chased halfway around the Mediterranean by a stinging fly.

It really isn't pleasant.

Trust me.

[Typist: Couldn't help myself. Yep ( Read more... )

My name is Joshua, though I suppose I'm also known as Jesus, which is a Greek translation of the Hebrew Yeshua, which is Joshua. Some of my friends call me Josh, and my followers call me the Saviour, Son of God, or Christ, Greek for messiah, Hebrew for anointed. My Father named me, you can ask Him what the 'H' stands for.

Good for now.

TYPIST: ( Read more... )

*saunters in, a tall red-head in the scantiest egyptian apparel, almost seven feet in height, fully aware of how divinely gorgeous he is*

Hello, mortals.

I am SUTEKH, God of the Mighty Desert, Greatest of the Gods in Egypt. Anything you have heard of that simpering impostor Horus is a lie.

You may commence worshipping me now.

fANOEK: *floats in a floaty and HAPPINESS DRAINING MANNER, ahaha. ALL YOU HAPPY ARE BELONG TO US. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE MAKE YOUR CHOCOLATE. Something along those lines. It's a DEMENTOR named fANOEK, and it's here to MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A MISERABLE PILE OF DIRT. What more do you WANT of it?* ........................... *reaches out one arm towards ( Read more... )

*leans on a wall all casual-like*

Well, I'm here. Don't all cheer at once.

Typist: Loki is the Norse god of lies and cunning and hearthfires and all that good stuff. Not to be confused with AZRAEL, as certain movies have been rather bad with names.