Mortals: it is my will to share with thee knowledge of my recent travails amongst your kind. Not long ago, while sojourning throughout the frozen lands of Idaho, I encountered a small mining village known as Crouch in the region of Garden Valley. Here is a painting of their town square:
Upon entering this hidden village, I quickly found their halls of higher learning, whereupon I gave lectures and sermons unto the assembled following. Again, a painting to describe this hall:
Following the lectures and sermons, the chief amungst these mortals declared that games would be held in my honour. Here is a magical projection with both moving pictures and audible sounds of their chief engaging in a sport they call "snowmobiling" with me following behind on another one of these devices. (The clear difference in the height of the jumps should make it clear which of these two is the mortal and which the god. And this is perhaps the only time you will see me clothed, as I desired to wear the normal uniform for this sport.)
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So impressed were these mortals, they erected a shrine for my eternal glory, raised high above the old shrine to their town god, who seems to by the odd name "Middlefork". Their artists have rendered an image of this shrine thusly:
(Yes, these are images from real vacation I just got back from. I just wanted an excuse to show a photograph of the awesome Roark Ln. The first guy on the snowmobile is actually my uncle, but the second guy really is me.)
Upon entering this hidden village, I quickly found their halls of higher learning, whereupon I gave lectures and sermons unto the assembled following. Again, a painting to describe this hall:
Following the lectures and sermons, the chief amungst these mortals declared that games would be held in my honour. Here is a magical projection with both moving pictures and audible sounds of their chief engaging in a sport they call "snowmobiling" with me following behind on another one of these devices. (The clear difference in the height of the jumps should make it clear which of these two is the mortal and which the god. And this is perhaps the only time you will see me clothed, as I desired to wear the normal uniform for this sport.)
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So impressed were these mortals, they erected a shrine for my eternal glory, raised high above the old shrine to their town god, who seems to by the odd name "Middlefork". Their artists have rendered an image of this shrine thusly:
(Yes, these are images from real vacation I just got back from. I just wanted an excuse to show a photograph of the awesome Roark Ln. The first guy on the snowmobile is actually my uncle, but the second guy really is me.)
A-HA! So going to the Void really was an excuse for a vacation. 
