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Re: You are a sentient cereal box
« Reply #120 on: January 10, 2013, 09:12:28 am »

Punch out Cthulhu

1: Cthulhu counters your puny attack and corrupts the worlds in you.
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Re: You are a sentient cereal box
« Reply #121 on: January 10, 2013, 02:19:49 pm »

Cthulhu? Fuck that; we're REALITY.
PUNCH OUT AZATHOTH AND CONSUME HIM.
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Re: You are a sentient cereal box
« Reply #122 on: January 10, 2013, 09:00:17 pm »

Fine, reduce Cthulhu to his sub-atomic components.  Then make him intelligent again, but imprisoned, and force him to watch us kicking his ass, over and over again.
Also, making him listen to Justin Beiber.  Because few punishments are more cruel then that.
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Re: You are a sentient cereal box
« Reply #123 on: January 25, 2013, 10:18:46 pm »

Cthulhu? Fuck that; we're REALITY.
PUNCH OUT AZATHOTH AND CONSUME HIM.


6: Because Azathoth is outside you, you could only ram into it.

But your mass punched a hole in it, and... kind of allowed you to now be Azathoth?

Fine, reduce Cthulhu to his sub-atomic components.  Then make him intelligent again, but imprisoned, and force him to watch us kicking his ass, over and over again.
Also, making him listen to Justin Beiber.  Because few punishments are more cruel then that.


6: The music you chose is so terrible that you and the Cthulhu-particles are now experiencing the worst torment ever known to eldritchkind.
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Re: You are a sentient cereal box
« Reply #124 on: January 25, 2013, 10:20:02 pm »

Having nothing else to do, ressyrect some random guy as a cereal box.
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Re: You are a sentient cereal box
« Reply #125 on: January 25, 2013, 10:27:33 pm »

Proceed to engulf all of the multiverse, assimilating them into a single universe that will have some very interesting laws of physics.  Create a plethora of sentient races, let them thrive and fight for a few millenia, and then when they are just about to achieve universal happiness, cause a vacuum meta-stability event.
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Re: You are a sentient cereal box
« Reply #126 on: January 25, 2013, 11:19:17 pm »

Having nothing else to do, ressyrect some random guy as a cereal box.

4: You take on the guise of some random chaos god and resurrected your past self into a cereal box.
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But your future self gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

You were just a broke guy in the path of a mafia, but with your prowess and insanity you managed to massacre the guards in your apartment while trying to kill off the two mafia agents, they survived, as you died when you tackled a guard out of the building
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But the Death God gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

After that you began your conquest by first turning into a planet, and two planets, then a universe, then the multiverse, then reality itself, then chaos incarnate.

You take on the guise of some random chaos god and resurrected your past self into a cereal box.
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But your future self gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

You were just a broke guy in the path of a mafia, but with your prowess and insanity you managed to massacre the guards in your apartment while trying to kill off the two mafia agents, they survived, as you died when you tackled a guard out of the building
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But the Death God gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

After that you began your conquest by first turning into a planet, and two planets, then a universe, then the multiverse, then reality itself, then chaos incarnate.

You take on the guise of some random chaos god and resurrected your past self into a cereal box.
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But your future self gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

You were just a broke guy in the path of a mafia, but with your prowess and insanity you managed to massacre the guards in your apartment while trying to kill off the two mafia agents, they survived, as you died when you tackled a guard out of the building
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But the Death God gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

After that you began your conquest by first turning into a planet, and two planets, then a universe, then the multiverse, then reality itself, then chaos incarnate.

You take on the guise of some random chaos god and resurrected your past self into a cereal box.
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But your future self gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

You were just a broke guy in the path of a mafia, but with your prowess and insanity you managed to massacre the guards in your apartment while trying to kill off the two mafia agents, they survived, as you died when you tackled a guard out of the building
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But the Death God gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

After that you began your conquest by first turning into a planet, and two planets, then a universe, then the multiverse, then reality itself, then chaos incarnate.

You take on the guise of some random chaos god and resurrected your past self into a cereal box.
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But your future self gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

You were just a broke guy in the path of a mafia, but with your prowess and insanity you managed to massacre the guards in your apartment while trying to kill off the two mafia agents, they survived, as you died when you tackled a guard out of the building
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But the Death God gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

After that you began your conquest by first turning into a planet, and two planets, then a universe, then the multiverse, then reality itself, then chaos incarnate.

You take on the guise of some random chaos god and resurrected your past self into a cereal box.
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But your future self gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

You were just a broke guy in the path of a mafia, but with your prowess and insanity you managed to massacre the guards in your apartment while trying to kill off the two mafia agents, they survived, as you died when you tackled a guard out of the building
In the afterlife you did not remember how it happened. But the Death God gave you another chance you find yourself in a strange vessel, because you ARE a container of morning comestibles. Reality was torn asunder by the Death God's hands, and you were granted power to wish. You wished for wings and legs, then weapon as you confronted Dr. Bright. You blew planet Earth apart, and while floating in space you began to have a flash back...

After that you began your conquest by first turning into a planet, and two planets, then a universe, then the multiverse, then reality itself, then chaos incarnate.......................


Anyways...

Proceed to engulf all of the multiverse, assimilating them into a single universe that will have some very interesting laws of physics.  Create a plethora of sentient races, let them thrive and fight for a few millenia, and then when they are just about to achieve universal happiness, cause a vacuum meta-stability event.

You don't do the first things since you already did that.

You decided to merge all your elements into a single universe, though, making your size considerably smaller, but it's hard to know how smaller you got when you are still the biggest entity in chaos existence.

Thinking that it would be really hard to do any delicate operation with your mind this crazy, you created yourself an avatar.

As the Blood God, you reign over the constantly shifting universe filled with cannibal environmental activists, megalomaniacal midgets, boring humans, tiny evil death machines, and cutebolds.

As soon as peace came, you kept resetting the universe.
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Re: You are a sentient cereal box
« Reply #127 on: January 25, 2013, 11:22:32 pm »

Nice ending, I think.
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« Reply #128 on: January 26, 2013, 02:23:28 am »

Probably. I won't object to continuing, but yeah, I intended to end it there since we're like meta-reality or something.
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« Reply #129 on: January 26, 2013, 02:24:55 am »

Probably. I won't object to continuing, but yeah, I intended to end it there since we're like meta-reality or something.
And thus Armok was born: some hobo killed a bunch of mobsters, got reincarnated as a cereal box, and somehow became the universe and subsequently the multiverse.
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Re: You are a sentient cereal box
« Reply #130 on: January 26, 2013, 09:52:34 am »

And thus Armok was born: some hobo killed a bunch of mobsters, got reincarnated as a cereal box, and somehow became the universe and subsequently the multiverse.
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