Oh hello! I see you’ve ascended—congrats, shiny new god! Welcome to the most chaotic, glitter-drenched promotion in divine history. We’ve got nectar flowing like tap water and Zeus trying (and failing) to moonwalk in golden sandals over by the fountain.

So come on—don your aura of power and tell me: what are you now the God of? Love? Lightning? Left-handed penguin migrations?

And while we’re at it—what’s your divine look? All radiant and smoky entrances? Flowing robes with dramatic sleeves that slap mortals when you gesture too hard?

Don’t be shy! The Fates already spun your thread through the VIP list. You’re stuck here now. Mwahahaha. cackles into a grape

So… who are you becoming among us chaotic immortals?