File1277587113.jpg-(335 KB, 400x600, mymind.jpg)
The new gods live in the cities, gods of lightbulbs and car crashes; gods of trash compactors and beer cans; gods of red light districts and emergency rooms. Pray to them, if you're brave enough.
The Old Ways are dead, and your Old Gods have abandoned you, embrace the New Ways and wield the power of the mass-media consciousness, for it is our only hope against the ravening beasts at our doorsteps.
The Old Gods are not dead, but weakened. They have adapted to the changing faces of the world, but they are not what they once were. And in their weakened state, they find new gods nipping at their heels. Are you a servant of the Old, seeking to preserve what is, or a child of the New, looking to tear it all down and rebuild it in your image?
Or have you fallen under the sway of the Outsiders, those who warp and twist the words and images of Ideo and Old alike, forming the infectious madness with which their alien minds find amusement?
The New Gods run their pantheon like a business. So there are perks, their workers get a lot out of making deals... but are expected to put a lot in in return. More than most people are actually capable of giving. The God is your boss, who you report to and who pays you for your work. You are asked to do a lot, but have a fair bit of freedom in how you operate.
The Old Gods work on a different model which, though adapted to a more modern face, still has a lot of feudalistic roots. The Old God is a lord to which you swear fealty and serve loyally. You do what he tells you and have little self-determination otherwise. You may not be asked to do as much, but when you are asked you must obey to the letter.