>>2947046
>A deity of human origin who acquired godhood through the fame of their teachings, but has yet to ascend to heaven.

>>2947046
>A demigod tasked with duties that must be fulfilled to ascend to godhood.

>>2947046
>>A mortal hero

>>2947058
second

>>2947058
seconding

>>2947046
>A demigod tasked with duties that must be fulfilled to ascend to godhood.

>>2947058
This

You're a mortal hero.

What is your gender?

>Male
>Female

What country are you from? (The country may be accompanied by an era.)

>[insert country]

Do you have a name?

>No; no one knows me, and I'd prefer to keep it that way.
>Yes; [insert name].

>>2947266
>male
>1950ies
>Jack Bing

>>2947266
>>Male
>Wild West Era America
>Preacher, Pale Rider, Gunman, Lawman, Sheriff, and more title I do claim.

>>2947402
second

You are Jack Bing.

The year is 1957. You live in Daly City, California. You're a deputy at the Daly City Police Department.

It's 8:00 AM; you're at home, minding your own business.

>Go to work.
>Call a friend.

>>2947522
well, let's go to work and not get shot

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You go to work.

You park your car, go to your desk, and file away reports you made of a couple people you caught speeding this week, a thief Bill caught yesterday...

Then you spend a couple hours driving around, monitoring neighborhoods in case there's any questionable behavior.

Then, while you're on your way home to make lunch, an earthquake hits.

Fortunately, you were stopped at a red light while it happened.

You proceed to your home as if nothing happened.

When you open the door, you find everything in disarray; the fridge and the dressers knocked over.

And a big, bearded man in your bedroom, wearing swim trunks and a button-up shirt, standing in a puddle of water and seaweed.

"That bitch! I keep telling you humans to stop having intercourse with animals—especially our sacrifices—but you never listen!" he says.

He looks around, and continues with an apologetic frown, "Oh, yeah; sorry for wrecking your house."

>"Are you talking about my wife?" [select for married protagonist]
>"Who the hell are you?"
>"It's not like it's ALL your fault."
>[write-in]

>>2947673
>"Buddy you have about 10 seconds to explain why you're in my house before I calmly get the shotgun out of the closet and arrest you for breaking and entering and vandalism. Starting Now."

"Buddy, you have about ten seconds to explain why you're in my house before I calmly get the shotgun out of the closet and arrest you for breaking and entering and vandalism," you reply. "Starting now."

He raises his hands, as if to calm you down. "I am Poseidon, god of the sea, and your wife's going to give birth to a Minotaur unless she dies first... or at least gets it aborted."

>"What wife?"
>[grab shotgun]
>"You're under arrest."
>"What the hell?"
>"You're serious. Is that why she's pregnant?"

>"What wife?"
>"You're under arrest."
>Shoot him with your handgun if he refuses to comply.

>>2947957
Supporting

>>2947899
>"What wife?"
>[grab shotgun]

>>2947957
>>2947966
Using a handgun instead of your boomstick, what's wrong with you?

"What wife?" you respond.

"You mean you aren't married to Helen Rogers?" he asks.

"Nuh-uh. You're under arrest," you reply, getting your handcuffs and turning the safety for your handgun off.

"Wait..." the big lug mutters. "That means... Shit; I've been barking up the wrong tree."

"Tell it to the judge," you retort.

You try to cuff him, but he recoils with inhuman speed. You fire at him, and he bleeds golden ichor.

He grows too large for your handcuffs and becomes surrounded by a raging torrent of sea water, setting your dressers back up.

"This whole tantrum of mine has been fruitless, and less than pleasant. Know this, you who would harm a god: there are forces out there that few humans know about, that would drive the world mad with fear, were they ever unveiled."

>"Nothing frightens me."
>"There's only one God, and he doesn't throw temper tantrums."
>[shoot him some more]

>>2948031
>"You haven't lived until you have to mow down japs in the pacific by the truck load just to get through the first night."

Well we are in the 50s, which does give us a reasonable excuse to be a WW2 vet.

>>2948031
>"There's only one God, and he doesn't throw temper tantrums."

Deus Volt!

>>2948031
>>"There's only one God, and he doesn't throw temper tantrums."
>>[shoot him some more]

"There's only one God, and he doesn't throw temper tantrums," you answer. "And you haven't lived until you've had to mow down Japs in the Pacific by the truckload just to get through the first night."

"Oh. My. Me," he replies. "And I thought the Ancient Greeks had it tough. What kind of brutality has your generation gone through to become such hardasses?"

Then he muses over the situation.

"You know what? This encounter may be fruitful yet. You will be the champion of Olympus."

>"Too bad."
>"I don't wanna."
>"Go fuck yourself."
>"K; fine."
>"Whatever you say."
>[shoot him some more]

>>2948125
>"You are also being charged with resisting arrest."
>[shoot him some more in the ass if he tries to run again]

>>2948133
>>2948130
My vote still remains

>>2948130
>"Too bad."
>[shoot him some more]

"Too bad. You're also being charged with resisting arrest," you reply.

"Ha! You can't stop this," he boasts. "It's an Ancient Greek tradition for the gods to relegate their dirty work to humans. You're just the one who's being chosen for these few decades."

You fire your handgun at him as he stomps out, opening your door.

>[pursue him on foot]
>[get the shotgun]

>>2948187
>[get the shotgun]

>>2948187
>[get the shotgun]
AND NOW HE'S RESISTING ARREST AND LEAVING THE SCENE OF A CRIME!

You stride through the mess that is your room into your closet and retrieve your double-barrel shotgun, filling it with ammo. You run outside after the criminal who claims to be a god... and is nowhere in sight.

Without any hint as to where he fled, you throw the seaweed out of your house and pick up the clothes, then straighten up your fridge and make lunch.

>>2948301
Now what?

>>2948301
Time to open an investigation. Someone must have seen where he went.

> Question neighbors
> Compile incident report

>>2955010
>Question neighbors
That oughta of saw a guy bleeding green stomp by.

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>>2948130
Fuck being a delivery boy for the Greek Pantheon,we are siding with Krishna