Bill and Patricia Anderson astounded friends and family with the news that they had found their youngest son, Michael, in a blackened crater created by a falling meteorite, somewhere in the Kansas plains. Even more astounding, they said, was that he seemed to have incredible powers ranging from superhuman strength to x-ray vision. While they revealed years later that this was all a story they had fabricated for laughs, nevertheless the legend of Mike Anderson, a.k.a. the God of Merriment had begun.

After long hours squinting at the girls' bathroom wall revealed no superpowers, Mike quickly realized that leaping tall buildings was not his thing. Refocusing his attention on the forces of joviality and mirth, the God of Merriment was born. You will see his works at any successful social gathering, where people speak, laugh and sing freely, unencumbered by the normal constraints placed on "everyday life." His abilities to raise spirits allow one to forget cares and worries, if only for a short while. While generally a pleasant and benevolent god, the God of Merriment is quick to punish those who overindulge in his practices.