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Divine Ansel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:51 am
This is the Gospel of Absinthe as written by his prophet, Sour Plums. Please don't post without permission! 
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:37 am
Name.___.// Absinthe
Gender.___.// Male (Though Androgynous)
Age.___.// That's sooo rude!
Height.___.// 5'6
Weight.___.// Pffft! As if I'd say!
Best Friend.___.// I don't have one!
Favorite Food.___.// My diet consists of Mushrooms, Limes, Pop Rocks, Ring Pops, Various Energy drinks, and Blue Frosting.
Favorite Band.___.// If I'm dancing with primarily girls, than Cascada, or some girly one (It's so much fun since most women-folk know the lyrics and seem to have fun with them) or with guys, Angry Smurfs.
Favorite Creature.___.// Probably the Glews
Favorite Place.___.// Anywhere there's a party
Talent.___.// Dancing
Weakness.___.// Cute things, Drinking
Likes.___.// Shiny Things, Glowy things, colorful things, Loud Music, Drum Beats, Dancing, Partying, Drinking, and neglecting his duties (Until the last minute).
Dislikes.___.// Slow paced things, people who repeat themselves over and over again, people who don't like his peircings, Nagging, Work, Not fun things, Slow music, People who don't dance/party with him, boring gods, boring planets, gloomy things and people who pretend to be all innocent and naive.
Music.___.// Techno, Rock, Metal, Death Metal, Techno
Personality.___.// He is very loud. If he doesn't like you, he's the type who'd say it to your face. He finds first impressions very important. He is also very Self centered, rude, sadistic but not cruel. If you party with him, and don't get kicked out of his planet, than you've officially received friend status. He won't bare being with someone/thing he doesn't like.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:18 pm
" Creation "
He looked down at his rock of a world. He cringed at it's bare ugliness. But he knew this small, uninhabitable place will house life. His life. Being omnipotent here, gave him advantage, as he became as bigger than the world, and placed it in the palm of his hand. With his index finger, he drew in oceans, they flowed a neon pink. And with his thumb, built mountains. Though the mountains were small, and the rivers lay shallow, he smiled in his progress.
He put the world in his favorite five-pointed design. Each mountain was laced at the tip of each of point. It made him mew as he saw the cuteness beginning to form on his planet.
The sun hurt his eyes, though he did love darkness. It blinded him, and he did not approve. So he pushed the sun away, making the world colder, years longer, and night forever.
Wrinkling his nose, he did not like the now dark and watery mud ball. Then he created lichens, grasses, even a type of singing flower. Each a different color. He felt that he needed to be original, so he dyed the grass yellow and orange. The lichens, red, and the flowers every color of the rainbow.
So he decided to put trees, and unlike normal trees, they used photosynthesis from the wind. The tree's needed color. They where dull. So he made them fragile, each tree looked like ice, or glass. And each reflected the colors of the grass and flowers into the sky.
It was beautiful.
Thanks to his glass trees, the night was bright and alive with color. The planet looked a little hollow, and limping. But as he wiped the sweat off his brow, the god took a rest. For some reason, whenever he slept his creations always became stronger or sturdier. 
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