I picked "other" as I like to call God "the One Above."
But I think Bri_Dog and Warlock have it right: what could the Creator need with a name? He/She/It just is.
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Scene: Heaven near the Dawn of Time. Enter God the Almighty at stage left. God approaches audience.
God: Let's see, I've just spent six days, or 20 billion years, depending on who's counting, creating the Universe, but something seems to be missing... What could it be?
God wanders around the stage, pacing.
God (suddenly): I got it! I forgot to name myself! How wierd is that? I create the whole Universe from super-galactic star clusters all the way down to subatomic particles and beyond and everything in between, down to the smallest detail, but I forget to give myself a Name. (suddenly embarrassed)Boy, is my face red!
Enter Moses, dressed in Old Testament attire.
Moses: My Lord, you could always call yourself "YHWH." That sounds like a good name. Most people would even have trouble spelling it because it doesn't even have any vowels. You could even make it, like, your own personal secret-decoder type name!
God: That sounds like a really great idea, Moses! A secret-decoder type name would make me sound more mysterious and mystical-like and stuff.
Enter Jesus Christ, dressed in 1st Century Judean clothes.
Jesus Christ: Naw, my Lord, you should call yourself "Jehovah." It sounds really poetic and flows from the tongue real easy.
God (sounding less certain): I do like poetry... Jehovah does sound nice...
Enter Mohammed, dressed in 6th Century Arabian clothes.
Mohammed: I think "Allah" would be a good name for you, my Lord. It's short, it's simple and to the point and if anyone else doesn't like it, can always take them hostage in your name.
God (doubtfully): Isn't that a little excessive, Mohammed?
Mohammed (with sincere fervor): For you, my Lord, nothing is excessive.
God (shrugging): Well, since I'm looking for worship and devotion, I guess I can't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Enter the FS Community, a disparate, raggedy-looking band of nerdish gaming geeks. At the head of the crowd is Stealth, a pot-bellied, beer-swigging dude with beady eyes and a bemused, yet endearingly bewildered expression perpetually on his face.
Stealth (turning to rest of FS crowd): So, dudes, I've got, like, this question to ask y'all: do you think God has a name?
Quiet murmuring emanates from FS crowd for a minute or so. Then Bri_Dog and Warlock, two strapping young bucks in the prime of their gaming lives, step forward.
Bri_Dog: Nah, what use would God have for a name?
Warlock: I agree. He created the Universe, therefore he's unique and doesn't need a name.
Su-tehp, a young, handsome and virile law student in the prime of his life steps forward out of the FS Community crowd.
Su-tehp: Guys, if God really exists, something that has not been proved with any sort of certainty, mind you, then God could call himself He wants. Besides, it's not like we're ever gonna meet the guy, right?
Murmurings of "He's right" and "Damn, Su has a good point" begin emanating from the FS crowd.
God and the three Prophets (Moses, Jesus Christ and Mohammed) become aghast at this lack of faith. God turns to his Prophets.
God: What the hell are you all doing standing around? Those geeks are losing faith in me! Do something!
Mohammed steps forward and faces the FS crowd.
Mohammed: You must all bow down before the will of Allah! If you do not, I will fight a jihad against you infidels!
The FS crowd is oblivious to Mohammed’s rantings. CP5670, carrying a bunch of computer printout papers, steps forward.
CP5670: Guys, you should all take a look at this. I just managed to mathematically prove that God doesn’t exist.
God: He did what?
Su-tehp: Dude, CP, no ****, you mathematically proved that God doesn’t exist?
CP5670: Yeah, Su, have a look. (CP5670 hands the papers to Su-tehp.)
Su-tehp: Well, I’m no mathematician, but this does look good to me. Guys, here, have a look at this. (Su-tehp begins passing out the papers to the rest of the FS crowd.)
God (beginning to fade from sight): This is intolerable! (shoves the bewildered Mohammed out of the way and grabs Moses by the arm) Moses, I think I see a Jew in that crowd. Talk to him and help him to make the others see reason!
Moses steps forward and approaches Sandwich, an Israeli soldier wearing combat fatigues.
Moses: Shalom, little one. YHWH has sent me to tell you that you must try to restore your friends’ faith in the Almighty.
Sandwich (turning to face Moses): I know you. You’re Moses. I read about you in school.
Moses: Yes, my son, I am Moses. Will you help me?
Sandwich (with disdain): Oh, please. These people are my friends and most them aren’t Jewish. I’m not going to help you forcibly convert them. After everything I’ve seen in Judea and Samaria recently, I’m no longer certain that YHWH still cares for the Jewish Nation. The whole history of our people has been one ****-kicking after another lasting five thousand years. We finally got our homeland back after more than three thousand years and people still want to wipe us from the face of the Earth. If you really wanna help me, how’s about knocking off a bunch of Palestinian terrorists so more of our people don’t get killed in suicide bombings?
Moses, defeated, walks back to God.
Moses: I’m sorry, YHWH. The man has a point. There’s nothing I can do.
God (fading even further from view): Jesus Christ, you’re my last hope. Help Me before I fade away entirely!
Jesus Christ begins desperately scanning the crowd of FS gamers, most of whom have seen CP5670’s printout disproving God’s existence. With each person reading the printout, God fades away a bit more. Finally, Jesus Christ approaches one of the gamers in the crowd.
Jesus Christ (nearly in hysterics): Shivan Archon, you’re a Republican, aren’t you? You have to help me restore your friends’ faith in God! There’s no time to waste!
Shivan Archon: I’m sorry, JC, that would cost me political capital. The Republican Party just got all three branches of the American government, so you can go to them for whatever you need. Besides, I just hang out with these guys just to play with their free FS mods. (shrugs) Sorry, dude, I can’t help you.
The printout at this point has now been read by the entire FS crowd. God has almost entirely faded from view.
God (in a small voice): Oh, dear. This could be slightly unpleasant.
God disappears in a small poof of smoke.
Enter Setekh, stage right.
Setekh: Hey, guys, what’s going on?
FS crowd (in unison): STEAK!
Sandwich: Dude, Steak, long time, no see, dude!
Su-tehp: Steak, WB, buddy! (grinning) Have you heard about my new campaign?
CP5670: Steak, you need to take a look at my printout! I just proved there’s no God.
Setekh: No ****?
Su-tehp: Yeah, Steak, we all looked at it and we all agreed it was legit. CP’s actually came up with a practical use for his mathematical talents!
FS crowd erupts in laughter.
Su-tehp: Guys, I got an idea. Now that Steak is back, how’s about I treat you all to a dinner at Outback? I’m buying!
FS crowd (in unison): SWEET!
The FS crowd begins milling out, stage right. In center of stage, Moses, Jesus Christ and Mohammed stare dejectedly at the spot where God last stood before he disappeared. Then they look at each other with forlorn expressions.
Fade to black.