ASSIST GREATWYRMGOLD IN WHATEVER HIS ACTION IS.
(6) YOU GO FORTH, TO ASSIST GREATWYRM. UNFORTUNATELY, YOU DECIDE THAT THE ONLY WAY TO PROPRELY GRANT HIM ENOUGH STRENGTH IS VIA RITUAL SUICIDE. YOU DESTOY YOURSELF, AND POUR YOUR STRENGTH INTO GREATWYRM. AT YOUR DEATH, HE FILLS A CERTAIN POWER FILL HIM AND HE FEELS HIMSELF BECOME A FACTION LEADER.
...You forgot my action, Spinal.
KEEP DANCING. AND SHOOTING. HAVE EVERY SINGLE GUY OF MINE SHOOT WHILE DANCING
(1) YOU START DANCING, THRUSTING AND SPINNING. YOUR MINIONS ARE SO VERY DISSAPOINTED THEY GUN YOU DOWN AS A SHOW OF THEIR PITY.
TRY TO FIRE THE PLASMA GUNS AGAIN!
... I just realized something. I never shifted out of 'distinguished British gentleman' form. I'm a distinguished British gentleman, on a world-destroying motorcycle, trying to fire plasma guns at those who would try to steal the bike. Badass.
(2) YOU FIRE YOUR WEAPONS AGAIN, AND IT LEAKS PLASMA ONTO THE GOUND!
CONTINUE SLAP FIGHT WITH XANTALOS WHILE HISSING MENACINGLY. LASER SHARKS SHALL BUILD ROBOTIC DUCK TANKS WHILE GOLEM DIAGNOSES LICHETTE.
(3+2vs3+2) THE SISSY SLAP-FESTE OF THE MILLENIUM CONTINUES BUT NO ONE GAINS AN EDGE. (3+2) THE LASER SHARKS GET TO WORK, CONSTRUCTING TANKS SHAPED LIKE DUCKS, AND ARE ROBOTIC. THEY'RE... INTERESTING. (2+2) "She seems fine to me now."
Pre-uteral Merlin. Seriously, why is the universe denying me the awesome of becoming Merlin?
Grow up into full size normal superwizard Merlin, in a matter of seconds.
(3) YOU GROW INTO MIDGET APPRENTICE MERLIN. REMEMBER FANTASIA, WITH MICKEY? THAT'S YOU WITH MOUSE EARS.
The time has come, teleport out of here and into The Celestial Court of The Sun. Reclaim my postion as Overdiety of the Sun and lead my Army of Syn Gods and angels agianst Sintantra.
The overdiety has awoken The Time of Ending Has Arrived. Charge! for The Empire Of The Sun! For a thousand years of glory.
(6vs???)YOU RUSH SINATRA, SPRINTING ACROSS TIME ITSELF, BUT SMASH INTO THE PLOT ARMOR! GODDAMN IT! MAYBE IF ENOUGH PEOPLE BANDED TOGETHER...
Screw it.
UNMAKE GREATWYRM AND GAIN HIS POWER
(5+2vs6+3)YOU ASSAULT GREATWYRM, BUT HE UNLEASHES HIS TRUE STRENGTH AND CAPTURES YOU FOR FUTURE SCIENCE.
plug 42 viruses into Gwg with Usb cables that let me do it off of 1 port
(5+3vs6) YOUR MIGHT IS NAUGHT COMPARED TO THAT OF WYRM! HE CAPTURES YOU, AND THROWS YOU IN WITH HANSLANDA!
"THE VOID WILL NOT BE CONTAINED!"
>OVERLOAD MEDI-PACK IN A BLAZE OF NUCLEAR FIRE
(3) YOU OVERLOAD HIS MEDIPACK! HE FLIPS THE UBERSWITCH, AND ALL GOES BACK TO NORMAL.
"Ha! Silly Ghost."
REINFORCE PLOT ARMOR
AND DO IT AGAIN
(3) PLOT ARMOR ENGAGED! IT GIVES YOU THAT OF A MINOR CHARACTER WHO IS BLACK... WAIT, THAT'S NOT GOOD! (3) YOU LAND ON THE MOTORBIKE! IT'S WHEEL GUARD! BACKWARDS!
START SMASHING NAZI SOLDIERS AND TANKS.
MEANWHILE, ASK YOINK IF HE COULD BRING ME SOME BEER TOO.
(4) YOU TAKE OVER FOR YOINK, AND START ASSAULTING THE NAZIS! YOINK IS STILL AT THE BAR...
SINATRA:
"Becuase I'm a grown up."
"..."
She continues pulling on Sinatra, but he doesn't budge. She grabs his hand, and starts pulling on it.
"GETUPGETUPGETUPGETUPGETUPGETUPGETUP."
"Fine."
Sinatra stands, and Dory smiles. She starts pulling him away from the broken chapel, but for nowhere in particular.
"Where are we headed towards, kid?"
"ADVENTURE, THAT'S WHERE."
"Why not the hospital? You might be hurt."
"You do care!"
"..."
They change their route for the hospital, but a series of hills and a mass of plain are in the way... Maybe two or three turns worth.
BOSSES:
MODERATES:
FINISH REBOOT.
BE ANNOYED AT SPACE CORE.
WONDER WHY IT WAS INSTALLED.
...Why did I speak up?
REBUILD CORES. STUPID ZOMBIE KILLER...
Oh, and remember, I'm the head moderate.
(6+3) THE DEATH OF CORAI, AND YOUR AWAKENING INTO A FACTION LEADER COMBINE INTO A SINGLE STRENGTH, ALLOWING YOU TO NOT ACT STUPIDLY. YOU FINISH REBOOTING, AND SCOLD THE SPACE CORE... HE JUST WANTS TO BE IN SPACE THOUGH, AND THAT'S ALL YOU CAN GET FROM HIM.
TERRIBLE TURN FOR BOSS. FORTUNATELY, ROMANTICS WERE TOO BUSY DANCING.
SUPER PLAN TIME GO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!AHAHAH!AH!HA!HA!H!H
VERY SIMPLE FOUR PART PLAN.
>SUMMON DOMA PAVLOVA, OF PAVLOV'S HOUSE, AND VASSILY ZAYTSEV, THE RUSSIAN SUPER SNIPER, BOTH OF STALNGRAD, TO OWN FOES AND GRIND BATTLE TO HALT
> DECLARE CEASE-FIRE
>START PEACE TALKS IN BUNKER, BRING LAWYER, SUITCASE. INSTALL GUARDS AT FRONT. HAVE EVERYONE BE PATTED DOWN FOR POSSIBLE WEAPONS UPON ENTRANCE.
>LAUGH IN FACE OF CONFUSED, WELL EVERYONE
Current List of demands, Open to negotiation. Green means resolved. Red means Currently argued or contentious. Line through means I have redacted my request. Obviously, as this is first round, I'm starting High.
- Lichette gives up all power.
- I be given free rein to establish universe-spanning empire
- Sinatra die. Or fail, or lose, or whatever. Just not win or complete current plot-line
- Ability to viciously torture certain individuals who betrayed me during war.
- Coupon to Subway Restauraunt.
- Complete cessetion of Hostilities.
- Dorothy, Sinatra's, whatever, is to be sent to Kansas, where she belongs.
- Total Dominion over Human race.
- Better Suitcase.
- Vorthon's soul.
- The Drunken Fools lose thier license. I mean really, they are just romantics with a different name, and bonuses. They do whatever the Lichette tells them. They no DESERVE power. Fake groups make fairness puppy sad.
Lichette elected to send one of the Scouts, who carries a radio so his obnoxiousness doesn't influence the discussion. Lichettes voice rings clear from the radio
"What are your terms?"
Drunks:
"MAN, OUT-DANCING ROBOTIC NAZIS IS THIRSTY WORK"
>GO TO NEAREST PUB
>ACQUIRE BEER
(4+3) DAMN, THAT'S A GOOD BEER.
Romantic:
(1+3) Lichette bites her tongue as she pulls out a tube a bit harshly, then begins walking towards the hospitals enterance, singing and spell-weaving as she goes. A rune starts to form around her.
NPCS:
The clashing armies continue their fight, and the Nazis suffer a massive rout!
Nazis: 900,000
Allies: 1,000,000
Romantics:
Leader: Lichette +3
Lieutenant: Dirg +2,
Legions:
The Kitten Collective shall join the Time lords. Due to agreeing with 'good for the sake of good'. Also, we shall coalesce into a humanoid form. For convenience. And we shall attempt to halt the presidential debates in an attempt to weaken Misko.
The Kitten Collective recently rescinded its alliance with the Time Lords due to insanity on the part of the (Former) Doctor.
The Kitten Collective shall side with the Lichette due to her desire to create an everlasting world of beauty and creation.
((@Miauw62: You're not alone, dude. He missed me as well.))
Cross the male lich with Taveros (I want his horns too) and you have me. The lich's subconscious (unofficially).
Also I will Liberaly kick you ass.
Question, can I have my sword? The one I crafted, and the golem took?
And I'm Liberal.
I THINK SPINAL_TAPER IS GONNA TAKE A FEW WEEKS TO ROLL ALL THE ACTIONS.
Keep talking Miskos, for it shall make it all the easier to reach down your throat and yank out the sad remains of your heart.
Paladins:
Leader: Misko +3
Lieutenant: Xantalos +2
Legions:
So, we all agree that both slashfic and misko need to die?
Agreed. The collective rescinds it previous alliance with the Doctor due to his descent into madness. We also propose the formation of a temporary alliance to combat this menace.
We shall call it Those Who Oppose Crazy Shit, or TWOCS for short.
This one shall join this alliance if only to speed up annihilation. Slashfics are the spawn of creation and they inspire more creation. They must be annihilated.
Lichette means to create an everlasting world of beauty and creation. Join us. (Conservative/Eldritch) We oppose lichette and therefore the very act of creation itself. With you at our side, none can stand against us!
Eldritch creature makes good point. Rescinding TWOCS alliance, this one joins Conservative. On the condition that the democrats are handed over to this one.
Oh fine....
MY FINAL FORM SHALL BE.....DWARF FORTRESS 1.0 (!!!!!!)
Oh and on the Conservative side, because its the dickish thing to do at this point.
STOP SUPPORTING THE LICHETTE, SHE IS EVIL.
Final Form: Demonic Werewolf.
There is no good. There is no evil, there is only the strong, and the weak. There is only power, and those too weak to sieze it. There is no love, there is only anger. There is no joy, there is only sorrow. There is no hope, there is only hate. All the talk of order, peace, and beauty is merely madmen scrabbling desprately to avoid the truth: That we are the cruel ones, the destroyers of life. We meddle in things we don't understand, for the sake of those not yet born, and for what? Nothing but petty squabbles over dogma. The Madness must end!
His endless chatter grates upon my nerves. I have grown tired of this game.
Annihilate Misko. If successful, join Xantalos. If fails, stay on the Liberal team.
Form: I am all. I am that which lies beyond the horizon; that which collapses the ground underneath you, the ones who wait beyond the veil. I lie in the recesses of sentience's souls; I am the voice in the back of your mind urging you to steal, to hurt, to kill. I rot trees and crumble mountains. I consume stars with my passing; I warp existence by existing. I am the threads that bind your shells together, the one that watches and waits for the time of destruction to arrive. And now it has. I sally forth, and my very presence is anathema to your being. I have seen universes come and go, and this one will not last. Whatever you do, whoever you pray to, if I am not them, they will submit or cease to exist. I am your doom. I am all. I. Am. Xantalos.
Faction: I serve none; I come to destroy the love inherent in the corpse-bitch, and then her - no more. Ally with me as you see fit - it will not change the result.
Wat:bukkitdinos
ok
i am no longer the docter
im too insane for that role.
FINAL FINAL FORM: A DEMONIC CHIA PET
faction: none
(6) YOU TAKE THE FORM OF A DEMONIC CHIA PET. A SUCCUBUS CHIA PET. EWW...
THE DRUNKEN FOOLS
YOINK, THE DESTINED/DRUNKEN ONE +2
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON
BUT I AM NOT IN ANY OF THE 100+ LISTS OF PLAYERS/FACTIONS 
CO-PILOT SIDECAR.
BY DOING SO, JOIN DRUNKEN FOOLS TEAM.
CO-CO-PILOT SIDECAR. ALSO JOIN DRUNKEN FOOLS I GUESS.
(i still have no idea whats going on, i cant be arsed to read 3 pages filled with ranting.)
Leader: GreatWyrm +2
I am: A giant dragon-robot with lots of neat weapons and powerful magic. Also the pope of the reformed Miskopalian church.
I am a Moderate.
I will convince the lichette and Dirg to get married in the Miskopalian church I set up at Aperture Science.
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