@Spider_Kaiju
Your Followers follow your commands, and get to work. Your intention may have been for them to rest, but they are a bunch determined to fulfill your will. Using whatever radio technology or mobile devices they can get their hands on within their new huge base of operations, they get to work, trying to find anything that may have been left from this apocalypse....
"My lord, come look at this." One of your Followers holding a laptop says, motioning you over. Some select news networks still work, and it seems throughout the continent that very few governments are still left, trying to find ways to fight back...
@AbaddonTheDisappointment
Entering through the gap in the miasma you find yourself in what was once a large city, now crumbling slowly but surely. Given your general location it is likely somewhere in Mexico, or somewhere near the connections of North and South America, but you probably did not have enough knowledge on geography to know that.
The buildings seemed almost... alive, weirdly. Just like everything else. What was meant to be solid material wriggled and writhed like a living organism... and with each step you took you could almost feel a heartbeat emanate.
In the distance, you feel a strong burst of power almost similar to your own.
@DaReaperMan
"Olemme Turussa, Herrani."[We're in Turku, My Lord.], one of your Followers speaks up. If your knowledge served you right, that was about 170 kilometers from Helsinki.
Speaking of which, you have gained
24 Followers from that. You feel your power swell significantly in comparison to before, and you are the 2nd God to gain a Following.
@The_man_with_the_Midas_touch
The tigress slowly got up as her Goddess allowed her to stand, feeling every bone and muscle in her body ache. Ignoring the discomfort, she alloted a few moments to trying to further comprehend human language as she had heard it when she was slaughtering humans not to long ago...
"...Name...."
"...is..."
"...Mino." She says, before taking a knee and lowering her head before you.
"....Mino... serve... Goddess. Mino... is... the Goddess'... Claws... and... Fangs." Says Mino, "I... am... yours."
@Oliver_de_jesus
The sins of the enemy committed during this atrocious war catch up to them as you release your deadly attack. You hear the screams of the enemies radiate as they are burned by their sins... and due to their supply lines having been swiftly cut given you distracting them, they are unable to swiftly recover. It seems your men were actually quite reliable, given how fast they executed your orders...
@Backbackback
"You don't know...?" The voice says, as you feel something begin to crawl up your back.
"Thats no fun, Mr. God... that's no fun... that's no fun.... that's no fun at all, Mr God........"
@Adem_Warlock69
The insectoid creatures are evermore enticed by the array of dishes you have displayed, and eagerly dig in. Despite the fact to a human they likely would taste like sandpaper, these bug creatures seemed to think it was the most delicious stuff they'd ever eaten. Little more negotiations are needed as they are quick to scarf it all down, and you feel like they've become subservient to you through the culinary arts.
@Setsuna_tenma
"I suppose you could say that... I am the old king of this castle." A shadowy figure appears before you, it's appearance obstructed by a thick veil of blackness that coats their entire form. "And I do not got many visitors."
@Da3ggman
You feel yourself laying on a bed of flesh-like earth. The world beneath you is writhing. Everything... is writhing. The smell of rotting flesh surrounds you, as well as a thick, poisonous miasma of death... everything is alive. The buildings, the rubble, everything is living and (debatably) breathing. Some of the crumbling structures of the darkened city that you find yourself in have visual and auditory organs, staring down at you....
The miasma that surrounds you has little effect on you due to your status as divinity, so you're able to clear it in an instant. You examine the broken city around you, now completely unidentifiable from whatever it was before, and now corrupted by this repugnant energy of death...
In the distance all you can hear is the sound of flesh being torn and of pained screams of agony. These sounds eventually die down for a few moments.... only to be replaced by a new set of screams.
In this city of death, how will you declare yourself?