Feat
A major trait You are widely but not universally believed to have is called a feat. There are thousands of prophesized feats, only a minuscule fracture of which are featured on this page, and perhaps even fewer of which are actually true.
Prophecies and faiths compete over even the most minor minutiae of You, with holy wars raging over details as minor as the placement of a specific bump upon the left Orbliterator's scrotum (most infamously Gaean Testicular War of 884). Suffice to say this is no less the case for feats. Which feats You do have might even vary between incarnations. Perhaps only You can know for sure! (As always, You decide what is canon!)
List of Feats
While we believe You infinite potential and are ultimately capable of almost anything, these are a tiny fraction of the feats You've prophesied to wield.
| Perk | T | Type | Summary |
|---|---|---|---|
| Center of the Universe | 9 | Cosmic | You are literally the center of our entire universe. |
| Ethereal Kiss Marks | 6 | Ghost | A plethora of multicolored kiss marks dot Your entire body. Each lasts only a moment, but is quickly replaced. |
| Ghost Harem | 4 | Ghost | Dozens of our incorporeal souls lavish Your body with worship all at once! |
| Life-Giving Virility | 5 | Grass | Touching or sometimes merely being near inanimate "objects" transforms them into sluts obsessed with You. |
| Nutsweat | 3 | Water | Your Orbliterators secrete an incredibly savory, salty, addicting aphrodisiac. |
| Scrotal Noise | 4 | Sound | Your Orbliterators wield such overpowered spetmatogenesis that they audibly rumble with a deep hum. |
| Self-Love | 2 | Fairy | Love Yourself!! |
| Sperm-Lightning | 5 | Electric | Virile lightning erupts endlessly the more aroused You become. A favorite~! |
| Stepping Faces | 3 | Earth | With each step, a portal opens right as Your food would touch ground, spawning a gleeful face to smooch Your sole! |
| True Name | 9 | Cosmic | Your true name holds immense, ovagasm-inducing power over all sluts. |
| Void Lips | 7 | Cosmic | Massive, cosmic, impossibly-plush lips of pure aether spontaneously smooch and lavish Your immaculate form. |
| Womb Penetration | 3 | Dragon | Your Godcock punches through my hymen(s) and my cervix to hammer into my otherwise impenetrable womb. |