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Doppler shift joke.

Thanks, and apologies for any toe-stepping.

The night owes no silence and the wild knows no debt of mercy. The villagers cried out to the idol, if only to drown out the howling horrors circling them. "Protect us Timra'Keth, oh god of fear shield us!" And yet it was the Tallywhacker that appeared. With two strikes of his blade he struck off the idols hands. "Remember you all, the gods have no need of hands of stone, but rather hands of muscle and blood. You have called on the obligations of the gods, and forgotten what you owe each other. Do you not owe your village labor? Take tools and build up an earthworks. Do the children not owe their parents diligence? Let them gather sling stones. Have I not taught you? Now do!" Secondary Domain: Duty and Role Ethics Going for a mix of Confucius and Epictetus here.

"Timra'Keth, take my fear as offering to thee, I lay it upon thy altar. Timra'Keth, take my fear as offering to thee, I lay it upon thy alter." The child's prayer was the barest of whispers and all that was dared in that dark. His brother peeked around the corner. "They might not even come in. The peddler said holy places were safe, even from raiders." The first looked around. The temple was ancient and forgotten by all but the vines consuming it. How often had they passed it without knowing until they'd had to flee the ones burning the village? "If they even recognize it as a temple. What kind of temple just has racks of sticks?" Was that torchlight? No, not yet. "The Tallywhacker, obviously." "The guy that gets after mom to pay taxes?" "What are you, drinking Folly's Communion? The Tallywhacker, god of debts and obligations. Lore forgets the sneaky, Mem'ry loses him what ran But none escape the nick Of the Tallywhacker Man." "We hear you little babes. Come out to play!" Trickster's balls, why had he opened his mouth? "That wasn't a suggestion little babes. Come now, full run, or wait for Vaiyarran's own kiss!" The torchlight on the ceiling went dim for a moment, then flared brighter than ever. He must've set the nick-sticks! Should he risk looking for another exit? Give up and hope they weren't cannibals? He didn't have time to wonder. The yellow light of fire went out again, replaced with a brighter flare of blue. A terrible roar answered with a scream that faded to a choke. Then a sort of ripping and splashing. The two boys held each other in the silence. The blue light fell more harshly on them, and the younger dared look up to see a man clothed in formless radiance. The Tallywhacker held the arm of a raider. He stripped the flesh until the bones of the forearm were bared. He cut a series of notches along each, marked them with some divine script, then split them lengthwise through the notches. "For services rendered," the voice was a rumble more felt in the gut than heard with the ear, "your foils." The boys received their split bones, and the god vanished. None escape the nick of the Tallywhacker Man. Tallywhacker, god of Debts and Obligations Oddly, this god is worshiped both by creditors who need their debts repaid and by debtors trying to find a way to pay their debts.

Parasaurolophus

I got a good giggle out of your use of my house elves to make your sentient race. I will say that playing gods of not-nice things like Madness or Secrets was more fun. Elves was fun, yes, mostly by way of thinking of how to work another species of elf into each category. Even so, that can't compare to the time the god of Madness took away Literacy. (except for the dwarfs in their tinfoil hats)

I was perusing 'unusual god domains' looking for inspiration, and came across this one: That is just ... awesome. If I saw a fantasy novel where women flashed their lady-parts to fend off vampires, I'd assume it was a silly invention on the authors part that could have had no root in historical myths. also, a relevant SNL sketch: Cut for Time: Goddesses of Creation (Kristen Wiig) - SNL - YouTube

I have no time for smugglers who drop their shipments at the first sign of an Imperial cruiser.

He did specify outdoor locations, where masks aren't as necessary. Still an obnoxious gesture. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if mask wearing indoors continued after mandates are lifted. I think they helped make this past flu season so light.

As I ponder on the coming retaliatory plastering, I am compelled to say that this is wrong. This should not have been done.

That last paragraph is a doozy

Secret: Thor doesn't know that Osborn does favors for the Hand, because they control the building the bar is in. Option 3: Namor sent a diplomatic gift of Atlantean liquors to Latveria, but it somehow wound up at the bar.

Are we still up for May? I just need to figure out which month is my Master List.

Title: Where Everybody Knows Your Name Option: Season Arc: Femizon Drinking Contest Thor repeated his exploits defeating Mephisto in a drinking contest one too many times. Some of the Femizons think they can pull that off! All season will be advancing stages of the contest. The winner among the Femizons will take on Mephisto, and the winner there will take on Thor. (Mephisto really wants a rematch)

Option: Wolverine never gets to finish a drink A running gag seems appropriate for a sitcom draft. Wolverine is a regular, but every time he gets yanked out for a team-up before he can finish.

The closest Cheers had to a recurring villain was Harry the Hat. Hmm, who can play con man? Antagonist: Mystique Secret: Thor doesn't know that Osborn does favors for the Hand, because they control the building the bar is in.

Yes. When I drafted Thor I said he was opening a bar called Hei Skål, which more or less means Cheers. Thor and Green Goblin are partners. Thor is more like Sam, tending bar often and keeping up a gregarious atmosphere. Green Goblin is Rebecca,the back end guy, keeping books and so forth. (Also using magic and super science to procure interesting boozes.) Shadowcat waits tables as Diane (hopefully less the romantic tension). Iron Man is Norm

"Friend Norman?" "I'm busy, Thor." "Your petty tasks must wait. A coming customer hath called in his order, that it be ready upon his arrival. We must labor with unfailing valor, for this one is THIRSTY!" Guest Star: Galactus

"Mr. Castle? The boss says if you're gonna keep using that booth, you have to order something." "Fine. Club soda. I'm working here." "No, I'm working here. You appear to be brooding." Nosy Neighbor: The Punisher Frank keeps staking out the bar on the rumor that one mob or another is meeting there.

The wacky comic relief: Iron Man Yep, back to "Demon in a Bottle". He's little more than a barfly spouting amusing nonsense.

I honestly expect them to peter out a bit. He isn't in the headlines as much, so he just doesn't sell as much. I do expect he'll have a memoir ghostwritten, but still, far fewer Trump-centric books.

Flatmate: Kitty Pryde The bar has a tiny studio apartment upstairs. Kitty is studying at a university, and saving money by working at the bar for board and tips. Intangibility makes waiting and bussing tables a snap, if occasionally disconcerting for the customers.

Partner: Norman Osborn (Business Partner) Quite the chemist, and even a rumor he studied magic. Norman works the back end, supplying the bar with assorted interesting poisons. Superpowers won't let you get drunk? You'd be amazed what can happen at this bar.

The Lead: Thor (Marvel) Wanna go where everybody knows your name? Try Hei Skål! They have Asgardian ale.

Location: Beacon Hill, Boston