God was banished. Reason: game rule 2.5 violation



level 68

Age 2 years 5 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 155 thousand
Death Count 72
Wins / Losses 11 / 3
Temple Completed at 08/31/2016
Wood for Ark 77.0%
Savings 3M, 704k (12.3%)
Pet Grounded hog Scratchy 27th level


Weapon truncheon of diplomacy +80
Shield random innocent bystander +78
Head helm of despair +79
Body shroud of uncertainty +77
Arms indemnity claws +77
Legs athlete's feet +76
Talisman heart of darkness +78


  • sword-swallowing level 48
  • contagious yawning level 47
  • concrete placer level 44
  • intimate tickling level 43
  • steel finger level 38
  • sober view level 38
  • navel clamp level 36
  • powerful sneeze level 35
  • menacing glance level 32
  • Cheshire smile level 26




  • Animalist, 1st rank
  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Favorite, 1st rank
  • Fiend, 2nd rank
  • Martyr, 2nd rank
  • Renegade, 2nd rank
  • Shipwright, 2nd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Hunter, 3rd rank
  • Moneybag, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

On my hundred, metal legs, I click and I clack over all in my way. Searching, sampling, crawling, and eating all day. I don’t bother anyone, I just stay alone, for I am heading for a destination, yet where it is, completely unknown.

I saved a man along the way, he was bleeding, gasping, and crying; he spoke of another, much more important than him. Some other creature he loved, but I saw not a soul in sight, except for this man, who laid struggling and dying.

So I used my hundred legs, clacking and crawling, I went up his skin. Into his body, I welcomed myself, around his very bones, his spine, I wrapped my grasping limbs.

Now we both travel, we know not where. He becomes more silent, and I continue eating. But we depend on each other, our minds and our weak bodies we harmoniously share. Though sometimes desolate, in our unknown yearnings, for somewhere we know not where, at least we have each other, and the going has been fair.