Drain life back from jar, then politely give up fighting. Unknown figures are not something she wishes to annoy.
(5) YOU DRAIN YOUR MISSING LIFE FORCE FROM THE JAR, AS WELL AS SOME OF THE MAGIC USED TO ENCHANT IT.
USE MAH POWERS TO MAKE THE HARD DRIVE INTO THE REAL CHARACTERS. THEN SPAWN MULTITUDES OF DEMOPAN TO ATTACK DA_NANG
(4) THE HARD DRIVE PUMPS ITS DATA INTO THE CORPSES OF THE BASE CLASSES.. THEY CORRUPT, AND CHANGE. THEY BECOME FREAKS. (6) YOU DUPLICATE THE DEMOPAN, CAUSING A TSUNAMI OF HAT WEARING, PAN WIELDING DEMOS. THE TSUNAMI LANDS BEHIND YOU, AND POURS INTO THE VOID, TAKING YOU, AND DA_NANG WITH IT. THE VOID IS PLUGGED BY THE HORDE, AND COLLAPSES ONTO ITSELF, LEAVING BEHIND A STOUT SHAKO.
RECRUIT MORE GANGSTERS FROM COMPTON
COMMENCE DRIVE BY
(6) YOU BRING FOURTH GANGSTERS! THEY BETRAY YOU, AND GUN YOU DOWN.
APPEAR BEHIND SINATRA
"Now, my dear friend, there's a good reason as to why all this is happening. Let me fill you in: there's a bunch of invincible beings wishing to destroy one another. You might have already known this, you might have not, that is of no relevance. What is, is that you are special. Seen that plot armor? Sure you did. It means you're the key to resolving this. How, you ask? It's simple. We destroy both sides. And everyone who supported them, and everyone who had anything to do with them, and eradicate whatever remains. Of them, of course. I asked you to join our little group, as we've seen the universe itself is angered at us, and that's not a state in which we can propagate our interests. And as much selfish as you can perceive this to be, you do owe me for committing ritual sacrifice to make you something more than a goblin in the middle of a forest, so consider it at least. Have a hat, in case you're interested. 'tis a callsign.
DELIVER HAT OF HYGVZNGRMVYYLUBB, ABSCOND.
(5) YOU GIVE HIM A HAT. IT'S LIKE TF2!
BITCHSLAP MISKO TO OBLIVION.
(3vs4+2)YOU SLAP MISKO, BUT YOUR HAND BEGINS TO DISSOLVE IN THE ACIDITY OF HIS HATRED.
You know what? I's done. The universe is mad, eh?
DESTROY THE YOU AT FINAL BOSS UNIVERSE. REMOVE IT FROM ALL TIMELINES, ALTERNATE FORMS OF EXISTENCE, OR ANYTHING THAT MIGHT CONSTITUTE SUCH. EVERYTHING IS NOW IN THE NOTHING THAT PRECEDED CREATION.
(1) YOU DESTROY YOURSELF!
AHH PARADOX!
Nah, won't happen. Spinal likes this game too much.
BITCHSLAP MISKO TO OBLIVION.
Good luck.
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Create several security robots of various sorts, spare testing equipment, and enough Cave Johnson's Flaming Lemonades (unlit) to give to everyone at the tea party. Plus other tea party stuff. And a wall of flaming produce. Divert power to manufacturing from nonessential stuff if needed.
(2+2) YOU MAKE JOHNSON BRAND PRODUCTS, WHICH YOU HAND OUT AT THE PARTY AS FAVORS.
rearrange myself into virus, take over any vulnerable device
(1) YOU ARRANGE YOURSELF INTO AN OPERATING SYSTEM, WHICH GREATWYRM BEGINS DUALBOOTING.
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̛͍̰̭̞̦͉͕̹̣͇͚̝͐̑̎ͦ́͂̋ͤ̂͡C̢̢̼̗̟̱̦̩͇̳͚͂ͣ̆͗ͬ̓͐̌̉́̌̌́͟Oͫ̎̃ͥ̇͂͌̾̿ͦͮ͞͝҉҉͙̳̰̪̠̜̼̙̺̙̬̩͡N̶̨̙͔̭̹̺͎̦̩̮̟̥̘͇̘̩̫̼͙͂̂͊̿̒̈́͛̔͌̏ͩ̄͜S̸̨̼̮̫̜̟̥͓̈͒͌ͯ̾̒̌͌ͅU͖̘̭̖͔͍̲͙̤͚̬̣̬̣̲͕͑ͦͧͫͫ̊̒̀̀͡͠ͅM̶̻̠̝̪͉̯̬̮̖̘ͬ͋̏ͫ͜Eͩ̈ͤ̽͒҉̻̹͖̖̟͉̗̺̘̞̕͡͞ ̡̮̙͙̳͙͙͎̹̙̰̗̖̺͚̞̮̣̬ͥ̆͊͒ͣͧ̾̅̃ͨ̄͊͘Ḭ͔͕͓̣̣̫̹̥̯̱̬͓̳̼̪̤͚͍̏̍̑́̀͟T̑̓̔̉̑ͫ̀̓̎̐͛ͩ̌̊ͫͩ̀ͨͭ͏̸̡̡̣̜̝̥̥̠͙̰̭̗̗̪̻̳̜̝̳̹͈ ̸̱͖̘͓̹̹̳͎̈́ͦ͗̇̎̍̉͐̓̑̕͟Ắ̴ͪ̌ͤͬ̇̾͗̚҉̣͈̪̟̦̖̮̲̲͕̱̺͜͞L̽ͧ͛̏ͪ̍̓ͬ̓̽̽̈́̃̂ͪ̃̃͡͏̵͉͇̻̯̕͝ͅL̴͉̪̱͔̖̖̋̃ͪ̊͐̀ͨͭͬ̉̂͑ͣͨͥ̚͘͢͞͝
͓̭̖͖͕̥̼̬̺͔̗̝̜͙͚̌̌͗̌̌̆̑͗ͦ̅̃̉̒͆́͢͟͡Aͥ͌͊̏̾̂ͩ͛̿̐͒̍͑̀̚҉̵̡̩̻͍̻̰̠̼̟̙̙͖̝̮͙̩̩̗̪͘͜L̢̺̪̣̲̺̗̙̦̳̆̈̏̒̐ͩͧ̇͒͛̄͜͜͝L̨̗͓̟̝̎̌̾͗ͥ͊̽̽ͦ̽̎̈́ͨ͛̕ͅ ̢̘̤̬͇̞͙̘̖̰ͦ̇ͭ̓ͮ̔̀̀̕͜O̡̺̝̰͉̦͚͉͔̱̮̝̞ͧ̃̈̂̔̇ͬ͛ͧ͐̓ͫ͛ͬ̏̉̋́̕F̸̻͈͙͕̝͎̜̥͚̱͂̄̏̈́̈̃̚͢͡ ̧̛̦̘̗̮̤͍̼ͣͭ́̉̑̐ͥ̔͌ͩ̐ͯͨͨ̚̚͘͝͠I̷̧̳͉̳̩͈̲̼͈̒̈́ͥ͗ͦ͊͛̈́̽Ṯ̛̛̮̳͍̈ͧͫ͛͞
̶̨͂ͦͬ̓̄͗͝͏̧̯̗̟̪͚͍̼̪͎͕͚͙̻͎̠̝ͅĄ̨̮̝͖̺̟͎͕̘̥͇͍̜̌ͭ͑̌͌͝͝͝L̂̉͒ͩ̈̓̅͗ͥ͂ͣ̓̽ͪ̋͒̎ͫ̓͏̨̞͇̙͍̲͎̳̲͟Ḷ̶͖̮͕͈̥̙͂ͯ̇͊̎ͥ͒ͧ͟͠ ̢ͪ͆̇͛ͫ̋ͤͥ̔̿̆͋͡͏̤͙̲͇̩̙̟̩̱͕̰͙̞͝͠O̴͇̜͎͓̭̳̦͙̳̰̝̙̣̟̖̱ͦ̋̃͛̄̅͊͆̀̄ͮ̈́̑̇̒͑̀͞F̛̬̼͚̙̼̠̝̰̖͔̻͚̮̦̥ͥ̔̓ͮ́́ͅ ̛ͤ̄̈́̀͗͋ͯͥ̉͒̚҉̤͈͙͙͔͎̤̲̟͓̲͈̝̤̜͘T̐̅̄ͩ̓ͥ͂ͮ͆ͮ̈́ͪ̍̾̒̉ͣ̍̌͘͢҉̱̲͍̮͖͚͓̟̰̬̫͢͝I̸̵ͩ̇̌̌̑͐̿̄͒͏̲̳̝̮̫͓͎̻̝̥̳M̸̺̗̫̣̼̩̟͇̓̂̈́ͫ̌̉̇̈ͣ͊̇̅ͪ̋ͥ̓́̕E͌̋̈́̍͌̋́́͏̵͇̝̣̻̜̱͕̤̝͎̺̱̺̫̥̭͉ ̨̝͕̣͖̠͔͎͚̤͍̃̏̒̒ͬ̀͘͜A̡͗̃̋ͯ̂̎ͨ̊͌̌̔̄̉͗͒̉҉͓̠̻̼̳̩̼̲̣ͅN̑̃̀̓̓͗ͤ͏͏̡͍͙̫̹͘D̮̹͇̱͙̬͕͔̰͓̺̏̑̾͆̍͜͝͠͡ͅ ̛͈̟̗̥̬̬̬͈̲̞͎̗̰̙̟̖̘̉̃͑ͬ̾̆̑ͤͧ̾̔̓́͟͞ͅS̡̬̮͖̮̱͙͛͐͒͒̒̌̋̎̋͂ͤ̏́͞P̷̛͔͍̥̟̹͍̫̜̻͈͎ͤͣ̑̓̕͝A̶̵̶̭̗̞̳͇̞̿̿̑͆ͮ̾̊̈̚̚ͅC̟̘̘̹͈͈̻̠̬͙̫̠̗͚̮̣͈̯̔ͧͥ̃ͭͯͫ̃̒ͨͦͭͤ̓̆̒͢͡Eͮͧ͛͒͑̆͡͏̲̟͈̮̲̞̜̭̘͍͕ͅͅ
̆͊̍ͬͦͩͧ̋̊͊͘͏͔͇̞̪̯͙͇̬̲̭̙̰͇̻̫̲͟͞Ȧ̛͈̗͙̦̙̮̺̗̥̦̥̹̹̒͌̃̈́̾͌ͯ̚͢͟͡Lͤ̊̇͌̉̌͆͌̔̾̾̂̎ͩͯ҉̡͚̲̹͇̤̥͟L̸ͭ̔̌ͭ̓̿ͮ̈́͒͂̔͋̚̚͝҉҉̡̘͖͉͇͖̬̘̭̘̞͖̳̬͇̺̫̼ ̴̵̡̛͙̥̤̙̺̲̯ͫͪ͛͆̾ͣ͒̽͟Ô̧̯̝͍̞͈͂̓̂́͌̄͡F̜̼͍̭͇̖̭̥͖̝͍̣̥͓͉͍̯̩͋ͧͫͩͦͪ̀̐ͩ̂́̽̑̇̍͊ͤͨͩ͟͞ ̴̸̸̧̢͓̮̭̦̫̺͖̝̬̯̫̖̝͍͂̊ͫͬÇ̴̷̻̟͎̜͔͋̿͐̇ͯ͗̄͂͝Rͭ͆ͧ̒ͪ͋͂̑͊҉̵̥̳̦̫̣̻̲̳̮͍̰̟̞̤Ě̵͙͖͔͉̖̮̠̪̤̫̣͔͙͕ͧ̓̃́͝͞ͅͅA̛̘͕̦̞̩̞̹͌̽̽͐̔́ͥ̆͋ͪͧ͜Ţ̸̛͚̖̺̫̫̪̯̘̤͍̯̲̙̦ͣͪ͊͑ͤ͘͠I̷̡̪͚̥̺̳̰̻̼̰̙̓͛ͬ̀͐̆̋̏ͧ̄̌̎͐ͪ̓̂ͤ͐͞͝O̴̡̙͈͚͔̗͉͂̇̾̓ͫ̉̏̓ͧ͑ͩ̎̌̆͂͑ͫ͋N̨̈́͂̀̔ͩ̓̽͊ͮͦͥ̂̏̒͏͏̪͉̠̪̩̙̬̪͚ͅ
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̶̵̹͖̻̰͍͚̮̗̪ͮ́̃ͦͥ͛͗͗̓ͥ̿ͨ͒ͅA͑ͨͯ͌̂̀͌͑͏͏̶̟̜̹̜͎͕̟̗̹͖̦͎̳͎͙̀͢N̅ͭͮ̒͋͆̑͑ͦ̉̂͐͡͏̞̪͉̳͙̞̺̫͉̤̫͡͠D̴̢̨̼̬̻̰̣͎͍̮̩̮̜̀̓͌̋̈͂͋̍́̃̑͠͡ ̢͓͕̥̯̣̪̣̰̫̮̦̘͍̳̙͇̱͍́̂̏̈́ͫ͋̈͐ͧ̈́͐ͯͩ̓̌̈́̒̎ͯ́ͅB̵̶̧̛̫̦͔̰͎̩̼̺̟̟̙͓̘̙̬͒̏̋͋̉̐̿͟Ę̡͕̩̻̝̠̟̏̒̍̀̃͂̒̄̚Ý̸̧̨͖̯̦̦̤̠͉͖͈̣̺̖̩̣̿͌̉͛̂ͨͯ͊O͌ͫ̀̈́̀ͭ͑ͥ̅҉҉̗̺͉̦̞͈́͜Ṇ͔͙̝̫̠̩̝̅ͪ͂ͫ̑̅ͨͫ̀̚̕D̴̡̪̝͍̙̦ͭͬ͆ͦ̏͌̌̍̈́̑̔̏́͗͝ͅ"̑̄ͬ̑ͬ͗̅̑ͦͭͮͪ̒̈͒̾͋͘̕͏̵̡͔̠̙͚̦̦̲̦̰̰͇͎̪̞̼ͅͅ
>MAKE VORTEX SELF-SUSTAINABLE AND SET IT TO EXPONENTIAL GROWTH
(4) THE REMAINS OF THE VORTEX SPUTTER BACK TO LIFE, BUT ARE FOREVER CHANGED. "STOUT SHAKO TWO REFINED?" ECHOES FROM THE VORTEX.
TAKE INTERDIMENSIONAL SHORTCUT TO NEW YOINKINIUM, REFORM AS ANTIMATTER GOLEM
(1) YOU REFORM AS NEW YOINKINIUM, THEN TAKE AN INTER DIMENSIONAL DIMENSIONAL PORTAL TO THE CORE OF DAMNATION. WELCOME BACK TO HELL.
NOW THAT XANTALOS IS TAKEN CARE OF, OBTAIN NEW RING TO GIVE TO LICHETTE, APOLOGISE ABOUT BEING TERRIBLE AND NOT THERE LATELY. SECRETELY READ LICHETTE'S DIARY FOR IDEAS TO CREATE THE PERFECT HONEYMOON SPOT FOR HER. BEGIN CONSTRUCTION IF I SEE ANYTHING USEFUL FOR SUCH PURPOSE.
(2+1) CUBIC ZIRCONIA ACQUIRED! SHE'S NOT SURE IT'S REAL, BUT NOT SURE IF SHE CARES EITHER. (6+1) YOU LOOK THROUGH HER JOURNAL, AND FIND THAT SHE DREAMS BIG. REALLY, REALLY BIG. (1+1) NO CHEAP LABOR EXISTS TO CONSTRUCT A PLACE SHE WOULD LIKE.
NPCs:
The brown haired man pales, then gets angry.
"Hey! I am an aspect of the universe itself! You will
not ignore me!"
BOSSES:
ROMANTIC:
(6+2) Lichette builds a much more advanced shuttle, but it only has one seat. As she contemplates rebuilding it, she looks at the brown-haired man.
"Shit!"
After she mutters a few vulgarities, Lichette grabs Dirg, and shoves him into the seat.
"Hope you don't mind honey, but there's only one seat here."
She sits on his lap, and grabs the controls, setting them for New Yoinkinium.
PALADIN:
Explain to brown man:
"Nope. There all human, and humans can't get along. Well, at least most of them started as human. They're ruled by human emotion at any rate."
Falcon punch Vorthon
Mentally torture Cassandra till she commits messy suicide..
What don't you get about irreconcilable? Xan, GWG, and I will not stop unitl the Lichette is dead. Corai wants to make her male. There is no compromise for that.
(5+2vs3) (1+2vs1) YOU SPIT CAPTAIN FALCON FROM YOURSELF, AND HE SLUGS VORTHON IN HIS CLASSY FACE WITH A FLAMING FIST. THEN, YOU BEAM POP MUSIC AT CASSANDRA, AND SHE FALLS TO THE GROUND, SCREAMING AND DYING.
COMMENTARY:
CONGRATULATE GREAT WYRM GOLD FOR SHUNTING XANTALOS OUT OF THE UNIVERSE BEFORE HE DESTROYS THIS ONE.
SHUT DOWN DA_NANGS VOID VORTEX, THEN!
Focus!
(Edit!)
I figure Great Wyrm Gold is the better representative of your faction.
Also?
FORCIBLY WIPE MISKO'S MEMORY OF LICHETTE, LICH, AND DIRG.
NEGOTIATE TRUCE WITH GREAT WYRM GOLD, XANTALOS, AND CORAI.
Please condense all of your actions into one post. Use the modify button.
SWAGGOTS:
Learn to swag and then be the boss Of swag. (co-alligned with the romantics)
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.
SHE SLITHERS INTO PLACE, AND JOINS THE ROMANTICS, SALUTING LICHETTE WITH HER TITANIUM SCYTHE!
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.
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.
Corai:
Join moderates.
"The sheer amount of insanity is insane."
Begin research on dark tombs that teach one how to forcefully change another person's form into a lich.
OMNICIDALISTS:
XANTALOS: LEADER +2
Lord Slowpoke
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