Seven beings of immense power assembled around a table intended for 20. The table projected an image for them all to see, and the being controlling it spoke. “The world I have chosen for this round is Medim, a relatively small world with large land masses, half a dozen sentient species, and an above average mana density distributed unevenly across the surface. Additionally, thousands of dungeons have formed where the mana is most concentrated. There, creatures from a thousand worlds have been drawn to feast on the concentrated mana. So, there’s something for each of you to work with. Finally, the gods of Medim are ancient and have grown complacent. They have formed pantheons and agreed not to interfere directly in the affairs of the world, lest they destroy it. You have one thousand local years to establish your empires and eliminate your rivals. Last being standing wins. In the event that more than one of you remains on world at the conclusion of the competition, I shall choose the winner based on who has the most dominant position. Begin…. Now.”

Seven portals flared to life, and seven demigods stepped through them, each sent to a random location in Medim.