Use blood orb to turn all blood everywhere into molten sladeamantine.
(5) WITH AN OMINOUS CRACKLE AND LIGHTNING SPARKING ACROSS THE SURFACE OF THE ORB, ITS POWER IS UNLEASHED. BLOOD ACROSS ALL OF EXISTENCE CRACKLES AND GLOWS BEFORE BECOMING MOLTEN HOT SLADEMANTINE, INCINERATING NEARLY ALL ANIMALS ACROSS THE UNIVERSE.
Great. Take over hell, I guess. In one action, too.
Edit: Hey, you know what would be funny? If I rolled 3 6s.
(4) YOU ARE A SATANIC LAND LORD. ISN'T THIS LIKE THE THIRD TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED?
Da hell. My magic not working that turn, making almighty salt-shakers and such.
>INFUSE POWER INTO SON ON MORTAL PLANE
>MAKE HIM STEAL FROST ORB
>EXPLAIN TO LICH THAT IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO CREATE SOMETHING "ABOVE" HIS HEAD, AS IN SPACE ABOVE HAS NO MEANING, AND HE IS ABALL, AND THEREFORE HAS NO HEAD.
I WILL DEFEAT FROST EVENTUUALLY.
(3) YOU INFUSE YOUR SHORT BUS CHILD WITH YOUR POWER. I'M SORRY. THAT JOKE MADE ME FEEL AWFUL. (5) HE ISN'T THE SMARTEST, BUT BY YOU, HE IS STRONG. VERY, VERY STRONG. LIKE RUN THROUGH HALF OF EXISTENCE, PUNCH THROUGH PLANETS, ESCAPE THE GRAVITATIONAL PULL OF GALAXIES AND UNIVERSES, AND BREAK THROUGH THE CORE SHEILDING, TO GRAB THE FROST ORB FOR YOU. (6) "Ah, but fuck you." HE KILLS YOUR SONS MORTAL MOTHER, WITH A LAZOR BEAM THAT ALSO DISINTEGRATES THAT HALF OF REALITY.
cause icecream!
(2) WOW. JUST WOW. I HEREBY AWARD YOU ICE CREAM.
USE THE POWER OF GUN TO GUN THE LICH
SEND IN GANGSTERS TO RUSH AND BEAT THE OTHER ORBS OUT OF HIM
(6) YOU FIRE YOUR GATLING GUN, HUMMING THE SONG OF THE VOLGA BOATMAN AS YOU FIRE. THE BULLETS CLATTER HARMLESSLY OFF OF THE FIELDS ARMOR PLATING. (5) YOUR GANGSTERS, HOWEVER, WIELD BULLETS COMPOSED OF PURE BLOODSTONE. THE FIRE THEM OUT OF ADAMANTINE HAND CANNONS, AND THE BULLETS SHIFT INTO SLADEMANTINE MIDAIR, PIERCING THE SHIELDING AND RIPPING CHUNKS OF MAGIC OUT OF IT. THE ORB OF SLADEMANTINE FLIES OUT WITH THE CHUNKS OF PURE MAGIC, LANDING ON THE FLOOR.
FUSE SALT SHAKER OF DESTINY ONTO OTHER ARM.
SHOOT BANANAS AND SALT AT LICH.
YEEEEEEEEAH.
(2)YOU HIT YOURSELF IN THE ARM WITH THE SALT SHAKER, SCREAMING "THE POWER IS ME, AND I AM THE POWER. (1) FACE THE POWER OF MY FOODSSTUFFS. THEIR NUTRITION AND HIGH SUGAR CONTENT SHALL BRING YOU TO HEALTH! THEN, JUST WHEN YOU BELIEVE YOU'RE SAFE, THE SALT SHALL RAISE YOUR CHOLESTEROL TO UNSAFELY HIGH LEVELS! BWAHAHAHAHA!"
YOU NEGLECT TO NOTICE HE LACKS A MOUTH, AND IT SPLATS USELESSLY AGAINST THE ORB. WHILE YOU CONTINUE TRYING TO FIRE, A CLICKING SOUNDS OFF, INDICATING YOUR LACK OF AMMUNITION.
We're dead.
... Become a swarm of Tyranids.
(5) YOU BECOME AN ALL-CONSUMING TYRANNID SWARM, CONSTANTLY HUNGERING FOR FLESH AND BIOMASS.
-Locate orbs
-If 1 is successful, incinerate orbs in incinerator
-If 1 fails, bite lich for 4d8+18 damage in hopes of knocking off another orb
-If 3 is successful, incinerate orbs
-If 3 fails, open portal to Aperture Science labs
(4) YOU FIND THE ORBS OF SLADEMANTINE AND LAW, BEFORE WALTZING OFF TO YOUR INCINERATOR TO BURN UP SOME IMMENSELY POWERFUL ARTIFACTS. (1) YOU DECIDE THE BEST WAY TO BURN THEM IS TO LEAP INTO THE FIRE FIRST, TO CHECK IF IT'S HOT ENOUGH. IT CERTAINLY IS, IT CERTAINLY IS.
STOP FEELING FOREBODING
ALSO ROLL LESS 6s, because they are fucking killing me 
seriously any other RTD I would prob be master of the universe at this point
((Nope, in any RTD 6's will kill you as well.))
(4) YOU FEEL AVERAGE INSTEAD.
RUB MILK-IMP-PARAKEET SELF ALL OVER LICH HOPING TO CAUSE IT TO HITSELF WITH IT'S OWN ATTACK. CALL COPS AND ACCUSE LICH OF MOLESTING ME SINCE I AM OBVIOUSLY A CHILD.
(6) YOU RUB YOURSELF ALL OVER THE ORB, THEN CALL THE COPS AND SAY IT MOLESTED YOU. THEY SEND YOU OFF TO THE CRAZY HOUSE, AFTER ALL, IT IS AN ORB.
IDENTIFY ORB IN ARMS. THEN ABSORB IT.
((whyamievendoingthisitdidntworkoutwelllasttimesowhywoulditworkoutwellnowD:))
(5) ONCE AGAIN, THE POWERS OF META RUSH THROUGH YOUR VEINS AND INTO YOUR MIND, FILLING YOU WITH THE INFINITE KNOWLEDGE OF MAGIC, HOW IT INTERACTS, AND HOW TO MANIPULATE IT.
Turn linch into a woman
(1) YOU TURN THE LICH INTO A WOMAN. WOW. SHE'S HOT, FOR AN ORB OF PURE MAGIC. I GUESS. IT'S FEMALE. IF ORBS CAN BE FEMALE.
SABOTAGE LICH ACTION
(6) YOU HURL A WRENCH INTO HIS PLANS, LITERALLY. HIS PLANS NOW INVOLVE COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF WRENCHES.
BOSS TURN:
A strong humming sounds off, first quietly, but then slowly grows louder and louder. Eventually, the sound grows to seemingly fill the whole room, almost bursting the eardrums of those they hear it. The orb of energys glow grows stronger and stronger, as well as increasing in size, until a certain threshold, whereupon it stops growing abruptly, instead shrinking in size, and growing in the intensity of its color. (6+3) A single symbol grows from the orb, a massive wrench. The orb suddenly dissapears with a loud burst, and wrenches soar out of the space it once occupied, homing in towards the heroes!
BOSS STATUS
Magic Incarnate
Spheres Discovered:
Flame-Misko
Frost-Misko
Gun-TCM
Slademantine-Ground
Chocolate-Xantalos
Meta-Miuaw62
Heart-Lich
Blood-Xantalos
Chaos-Dirg
Sound-Misko
Dragon-Green
Mud-Green
Light-Green
Imagination-Xantalos
Law-Lich
MINIONS
ZOMARA
1 PINEAPPLE GOLEM
The Wizard
NEUTRAL
WOLFCHILD DEMON OF WAR
CAERWYN HARBINGER OF PLAGUE
TIRUIN FAMINE BRNGER
RTD FAMINE BRINGER
NIRUR TORIR DARK CONVERSATIONALIST
CORAI, THE MOST RECENT TRAITOR
LUCAS
CHRISTEHCHRIS, FISH WIELDER
RAPTORFANGAMER, THE NEEDY
HEROES
GREENSTARFANATIC LIFE/LOVE INCARNATE AND LOVING HUSBAND
GREATWYRMGOLD, A DRAGON
YOINK, THE RETURNER
CORAI, THE SACRIFICE
XANTALOS, SCP-682/OOMPA LOOMPA
MISKO, SCREAMING NUTJOB
JETEX, MCCLAY SLAYER
DIRG, THE ULTIMATE PARTY CRASHER
LORDSLOWPOKE, THE NETHACK REFERENCE
TCM, TWOPACK
MIAUW62, THE WORLDS WORST STAGE
HANSLANDA, CTHULU
OBDURA, THE GUY I FORGOT
MISKO, THE GOD OF FLAME AND MUSIC
ARENA STATUS
DICK
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45 (56.3%)
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