Within the Hatmaker's Castle, there was an echo. A rain of confusion, as Deus looked up from his throne. A billion voices he had never heard before. More. Entire worlds, burning, building, rejoicing and singing. And from that moment, Bob knew that a new world had opened before him, as at the end of the Hall of Jokers a portal opened, an invitation to a new game. A game with higher stakes, quicker action, and new players! A world of many worlds, where fools marched and things weren't what they seemed. With a smile, Bob stood, as slowly, the lights, one by one, flashed on. Bob tapped his foot once, then twice, as he felt something deep inside. A kind of joy he had not known often. And he raised his hands, and as he clapped, twenty suits of armor stepped forward, to follow his lead. And as music swelled, Bob laughed, lights flashing, as screaming, the ghosts of the house flowed around him, a tornado of wailing white spirits. Twisting his heels, he slammed his feet to the ground, and the song slammed into existence, as he tap danced his way through the hallf, chuckling, to the gate, the ghosts falling over him. A red suit, in which the reflections of their feverish dreams could be seen, a top hat, with a shiny red ribbon, and a cane, the head of which was a golden hand which clutched onto Deus' own.
"I most graciously accept. Let the games begin!" Bowing, and then grinning upwards, Bob stepped forward, the song following him, as he entered the white room. From where he stood, cracks shot through the white floor, colored lights emitting from them, and the area was filled with song, as he announced his presence in a milky smooth voice, filled with confidence. "Alice, my dear, I'm hoooooooooooooooooooooome!" Chuckling, he walks into the centre of the group, a red carpet unrolling itself before his feet, as silence fell, Deus casting his red eyes around the group. Raising the cane, one by one, he pointed them out. "Hat clown girl. I'll call you Alice. Soldier man. I'll call you George. Vampire lord. How about Dracula? Is that a little cliche? Hmmm..... I retain the right to revise your name." Turning, one by one, he singled out the odd figures, silencing all other sound magically as he pointed them out. "Jackie chan the psychotic axe murderer. Miss Matilda the witch. Aaaaaand a Jedi. I'll call you Darth Vader. It's irony. Let's see now.... is that... good god, Doctor Who? I'm a massive fan. I'll have to get your autograph later. And.... Victor Von Doom? You old bastard!" Breaking out into a smile, Deus gives Victor a massive hug, grinning and laughing, before turning him pink and making ponies appear on his armor. "Believe me, you look much more fearsome this way. Or at least you're less likely to be mistaken for an evil genius. You were a bit dark-looking there."
Looking around, Deus waited a second, before holding up a hand. Once more, sound could travel, and the silence was lifted. "Well, I've met everybody here of not, anyone I haven't named is probably boring anyways. Now, is anyone interested in a game of Pon Sho? No? That's fine, I don't know the rules anyway." With a dramatic sigh, Deus turns, and starts walkign to leave, knowing that once the others recovered from the shock they'd either call him back or try to kill him. Either was fine by him, really. He'd been going for the shock effect anyway.