The God of...

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  • edited July 2008
    God of perverted stalkers that go by the name of "iGod".
  • edited July 2008
    I still need to count the entries man. That'll have to wait until my english paper is done.
  • edited July 2008
    114. But a lot of them are really crappy.
  • edited July 2008
    Then it should be easy to pick three!

    Jake, pick the fifteen best and then six random ones, please.
  • edited August 2008
    In no particular order:
    deku12345 wrote: »
    The God of the Cool Side of the Pillow.
    The Patron God of Atheists.
    The God of 90's Rock
    Takeru wrote: »
    The God of Deli Meats
    Night Lord wrote: »
    The God of funk!
    Takeru wrote: »
    The God of unnecessary references to Monty Python and the Holy Grail
    Hamelin wrote: »
    The god of rocking out.
    Mish42 wrote: »
    The God of Glitter That Manages to End Up EVERYWHERE.
    Hamelin wrote: »
    The god of old, worn paperback novels.
    Serephel wrote: »
    The God of the Smell of a New Video Game Instruction Book
    The God of Towels That Just Came Out of the Dryer.
    Hamelin wrote: »
    The god of underwear fresh from the dryer.
    The God of Romantic Spite. This is the being who makes sure that when you're lonely and single, your dating prospects are bone dry, but when you finally do get a girl/boyfriend with whom you're happy, the interested males/females come out in droves lamenting vocally your non-single status.
    Mish42 wrote: »
    The God of Perfectly Baked Cakes, brother of the God of Perfectly Baked Cookies
    Serephel wrote: »
    The god that sits you behind a bitchy fat woman on an airplane, and her recline function is broken, allowing her chair to recline all the way back into your knees, and she never returns the seat back up, not even when she's stuffing her fat face with food, and she gets really pissed at you when you try to move, because the tops of your knees push back into her chair and wake her up, so she threatens you by telling you that you "don't want to rumble with me", and so you decide to be a spiteful little prick by pushing into the back of her seat with your knees every 15 minutes for the ten hours you have left in the flight and make sure that you forcefully grab the top of her chair when getting up and returning to your seat after every hourly bathroom break you take, also out of spite.

    That god decided to spite me on a 14 hour flight once. Whatever I did to him before, it made him really angry.

    ALSO, the god of run-on sentences.
    god wrote: »
    The God of Your WoW Server Going Down For Maintainence With Almost No Announcement in the Middle of Your Serpentshrine Cavern Raid.
    NoLonger wrote: »
    The god of spawn camping.
    mario wrote: »
    The Goddess of Gams

    The God of Ennui
    The god of that clicking sound you sometimes get in your jaw.

    The god of misused apostrophe's.
  • edited August 2008
    Wait, none of mine?!? This election is fixed!
  • edited August 2008
    I wasn't finished when you posted! Way to jump the gun!
  • edited August 2008
    ...I see.

    I'll just evoke the God of Awkward Social Situations then.
  • edited August 2008
    Ooh, that's a good one too.
  • edited August 2008
    He smites me quite a lot.
  • edited November 2008
    Wait, so, are we ever going to have any resolution to this?
  • edited November 2008
    If anyone else had done this you'd have chastised them.

    I think we can all say that Jake is the God of Hypocrisy.
  • edited November 2008
    God of misused silverware wins I say, we should have a poll.
  • edited November 2008
    DO AS I SAY, NOT AS A DO

    Also, I wasted a good hour collating those entries. I think I'm justified in demanding follow through!
  • edited November 2008
    If the winner doesn't show up soon, I'll ask the
    Night Lord wrote: »
    God of Hypocrisy.
    to contact the
    God of misused silverware
    to get
    Serephel wrote: »
    the god that sits you behind a bitchy fat woman on an airplane, and her recline function is broken, allowing her chair to recline all the way back into your knees, and she never returns the seat back up, not even when she's stuffing her fat face with food, and she gets really pissed at you when you try to move, because the tops of your knees push back into her chair and wake her up, so she threatens you by telling you that you "don't want to rumble with me", and so you decide to be a spiteful little prick by pushing into the back of her seat with your knees every 15 minutes for the ten hours you have left in the flight and make sure that you forcefully grab the top of her chair when getting up and returning to your seat after every hourly bathroom break you take, also out of spite.
    to dispatch John.
  • edited November 2008
    No, no, I'm getting to it. Seriously.