I must say, godlings. You're getting entirely too complacent. Too comfortable. Even altering your powers has done little.

I think I know what you're missing. What you've been craving. A good antagonist! An excuse to fight and shed and spill blood. Need I find your oldest enemies again? Consider it done. Give them a few days before they choose to show themselves properly, but I'm sure you'll know what to do.



((Corruption will not reply further, but feel free to do some IC plotting!))

Godlings. So many of you. So good to see you working in harmony in these days. You are discovering yourselves, but you mustn't remain insular. You must know each other as well. Whether in amity or enmity, it is imperative to know well each other's strengths and weaknesses. Know what it means to walk in their shoes. Tomorrow at dawn, sweet children, you will find a greater understanding of your fellows. Use your newfound knowledge with care.

We will be watching.



((Gaia will make no further response, but everyone is welcome to post ICly below with reactions/ideas/what-have-you))

Figured I might as well get this out of the way since this keeps popping up all over. Will someone pleas kindly tell me what this is all about?

I will make this brief. I do not know whom you people believe you are, but know this: I have influential friends, substantial resources, and a vindictive streak a mile wide. I will find you and will find a way to make you suffer for this bothersome inconvenience if you do not cease immediately. Consider this your only warning.

Not a good start to November. Though it was a pretty wild end to October. I guess time will tell if it was worth it.

Okay, the first hour of this was cute, but really do you know how hard it is to tell your commanding officer you were late to a drill because you had to answer an email? Thanks for the K.P. Duty. What is this anyway, some kind of joke?

So I have business in NYC this coming week and I thought it only fair to warn you that I'll be in town. If you want to see me, fine. If not, I promise I won't look you up.

Hey. The email wouldn’t go away, so I logged into the network. I get it. I get what you’re trying to do and I already remember, but I don’t really do fan clubs, so you can stop now.

How do I go about unsubscribing from this little family?

My job keeps me near the equator a lot, so I tend to miss out on the change of seasons that places further north experience. I am thinking of taking a little time off next month and maybe get away somewhere further north for a few days. Any suggestions for where to go to experience the best of Autumn?

How odd. I tried getting a hold of Nyx, but I'm not getting any answers. Has anyone recently been in contact with her?

Working in a funeral home can be unnerving enough for some people. More so as things start printing of their own accord...

What's this all about, then?

Well, if you wanted to get my attention, you sure picked an annoying interesting way of doing it. Can the emails stop now? My poor inbox thanks you.

No love,
Ric.

It would seem this email is the basis of an advanced network designed solely to entice gods of varying myths and legends. I can never recall any time when I would be considered a god, though I hesitate to assume the system is mistaken. Am I meant to be Hades? Satan? Thanatos? I have heard a dozen names for similar figures, yet none seem to fit. Still, I cannot discount my own abilities. I am clearly not an ordinary man.

Tell me, then: who am I meant to be?

I am not paying exorbitant rates to get internet out here in the middle of nowhere just so I can get spam email. If replying to it is the only way to get them to stop, fine. If whoever is sending them is reading this, then kindly unsubscribe me and go fuck yourself.

Circumstances have arisen, godlings. I need you up to the challenge.

Shadows have moved and struck in the dark. We were unable to catch them before it was too late. The ones responsible are known as the Sluagh. This was not our doing, and we will exact our punishments, of that you can be certain.

The realm beyond the Veil is not one we touch, however. The Courtly Queens must lead this chase. You do not need me to tell how vitally important is that we get them all back. Do not lose yourselves in the process.

So can someone tell me what this is all about? It better not be some kind of vacation condo timeshare thing again, because if it is I'm sorry but you've got the wrong guy.

I'm Chance, by the way. Anyone know what's going on here?

Hello, everyone in cyberspace! I finally got fed up with deleting these emails from my account and here I am, complete with new anti-virus software just in case this isn't kosher. I hope it's legitimate, though. Such insistent emails just simply have to mean something important and big is going on.

So what is it? A party? A pyramid scheme? Human trafficking? Coupons? Cyber-orgy? ;)

I suppose I should do the customary Getting To Know You thing, too. My name is Misha, I'm an actress in NYC, I'm a Taurus, and I like hot fudge sundaes, rose gardens, and romantic comedies.

Anyone who can, we leave for California tomorrow. Redwood National Forest. Let's reclaim what's ours.

Hope your group is doing okay. Have you come across any clues about the missing?

I couldn't figure out how to stop the invites from coming. Even my sister, who's much more tech savvy than me, couldn't figure it out. I don't even know how I got subscribed to this. Is there a way to unsubscribe?