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What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Northeast Judging by how you talk you are probably from north Jersey, New York City, Connecticut or Rhode Island. Chances are, if you are from New York City (and not those other places) people would probably be able to tell if they actually heard you speak.
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I suppose I only have the 'where the hell do you come from again?' speech pattern if I'm really trying.

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The Book of Ulgo, rendered from memory:

Gorim: My people need a God. I'll go find one.
UL: Look, I want nothing to do with you. Go away.
Gorim: No.
UL: Suit yourself.
*ONE YEAR LATER*
UL: .... you're still here.
Gorim: Yup. Come on, I've got people waiting.
UL: Uh, no.
*ONE YEAR LATER*
UL: Don' t you have something better to do?
Gorim: What, better than finding a God to love and cherish and care for and look after my people, who have nothing and no one at all? I don't think so.
UL: Oh, hell. Okay. Fine. I'll take them.
Gorim: Great. How about these creatures the other Gods made that they decided were a mistake? They've been looking after me and my needs this whole time-
UL: Hell no! There's a reason my sons decided they were a mistake!
Gorim: I'm not going anywhere until you take the creatures too.
*ONE YEAR LATER*
UL: . . . gaaaah, you just don't quit, do you? Fine. Okay. Your people and the monsters. HAPPY?
Gorim: Yep. I'll go get my peepz.
*Gorim goes back*
Gorim: Yo! My people! We have a god!
Godless Ones: ... you're shitting us.
Gorim: Nope.
Godless Ones: What's the deal with your skin?
Gorim: Wha? Oh, it's gone colorless because UL marked me to show His hand in things.
Godless Ones: Bull. You've got pestilence.
Gorim: Ah, no. And just to prove it- hey, UL? You mind?
UL: *zort*
Godless Ones: AAAAAH WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR SKIN AND HAIR
Gorim: Told you.
Some of the Godless Ones: Wow. That's kind of neat, actually.
Most of the Godless Ones: WE STILL SAY IT'S PESTILENCE
Gorim: Is not. Now are you gonna come with me to meet UL or what?
Some of the Godless Ones: Okay.
Most of the Godless Ones: HELL NO
Gorim: Screw you, I didn't spend all those years freezing my ass off on that mountain for this. NO MORE CHILDREN FOR YOU.
*Gorim and some of the Godless Ones leave*
*ONE YEAR LATER*
The remaining Godless Ones: Somebody go find Gorim and tell him we'd like our fertility back? Plz?

.... this rendition of David Eddings' fictional scripture of the Ulgos brought to you courtesy of my application for one of the other Belgariad deities at Milliways.