It appears nobody new will post, so I will move on.
One Hundred Years since the beginning of Time had passed. In this time, the Nothingness had begun to break apart into many pieces. One of these pieces was Grakklespazz, Lord of the Arcane. He collapsed onto Home in the form of a glowing ball of brilliant light. As Salekriss's vast sentient race marched toward the Southern Continent, they looked up in terror, fearing that their lives were soon to be forfeit to this great gleaming fireball.
When Grakklespazz struck, however, he did not destroy the planet. Instead, he burrowed straight through into the ground, digging a kilometre-wide hole into the ground. Down and down he went, until he reached the very centre of Home, wherein he promptly exploded. Dazzling, pulsating light shone from the Hole, momentarily causing the night sky to go as bright as day. Then there was silence.
Deep below Home's surface, Grakklespazz tore himself a new plane of existence, this one far less ideal than the one above. He protected the gateway to his plane with searing magma which would slowly melt away most anything it came into contact with. To ensure he did not also destroy Home, he also created Adamantine, a dark-blue, crystalic metal which simply absorbed the intense heat of Grakklespazz's gateway.
Grakklespazz's plane was an empty one. He was uncertain of what to do with it. So he forged from the magma an army of scouts, three foot tall creatures with sharp claws that would allow them to climb through the Adamantine tunnels, up the Adamantine walls, and all the way up the Hole, until they reached Home, where the five other Deities laid their domain. Their scales were blood red, their fangs sharp, and each of their four limbs were equally usable for running and grabbing. He called them Gricks, blessed them with just enough intelligence to be able to report back to him, and sent them up the Hole. Their sole task was to carry anything they could down the Hole for study, alive or dead.
The first few creatures arrived dead, their bodies torn to pieces by the fall and melted by the intense heat. Grakklespazz fell into a slumber, contemplating how to fix this problem. He saw no need to tell the Gricks to stop.
Act One: Become Grakklespazz, broke off from the Nothingness.
Act Two: Crashed into Home, leaving a kilometre-wide hole that sank to the centre of Home.
Act Three: Caused the centre of Home to burn with hot magma.
Act Four: Created Adamantine, an extremely resistant metal that could survive the magma.
Act Five: Created an empty Plane within Home, accessible via the Adamantine tunnel network near the bottom of the Hole.
Act Six: Created the Gricks, small, lizard-like creatures which carry things down the Hole.
I'm thinking of making every 'turn' (persay) a hundred years, with optional voting to decrease or increase this time. Agree/disagree?