MAKE WRESTLING MATCH ALOT MORE AWESOME. DO IT WITH GODLY LIGHTS AND SHIT.
APOLIGISIES TO VORTHON. I WILL STOP KILL NOW. YOUR PEOPLE PROBS DO THAT TOO.
WRESTTLIIIINNNGGGG
(3) YOU THROW A FEW SPARKLERS ONTO THE MAT. THEY GO OUT.
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Watch wrestle mania 2012. Bet 20 mugs on Misko destroying Dirg.
(5) YOU WATCH THE WRESTLEMANIA IN THE GREATEST SPORTS BAR KNOWN TO MAN. IT'S GOT AN 909090909009090909348930 INCH PLASMA FLAT-SCREEN TELEVISION, THREE BILLION OUNCES OF YOINKINIUM BREW, STRAIGHT FROM THE TAP, AND SUPER-CABLE.(5) SOMEONE TAKES YOUR BET, EVEN THOUGH DIRG ISN'T EVEN FIGHTING. HEY, THINK HE MIGHT BE TRYING TO CON YOU?
CREATE A NEW FACTION. THE ISOLATIONISTS. WE JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE, FOR THE MOST PART. PROMISE CITIZENRY IMMORTALITY IN EXCHANGE FOR CONVERSION.
(4) YOU LEAD A SMALL CONVOY OF PEOPLE AWAY FROM IT ALL. A SMALL SHIVER GOES UP YOUR SPINE.
Deny Greenstarfanatic the portal gun until he brings me nondestructive minions.
Destroy freaks.
Help destroy freaks. Instead, give him a Gentlespy/Ninja Spy army. They're too cool to do damage to you, GwG. Now, gimme awesome gun thingy.
*AHEM*. Spinal. Use this.
(1) YOU SUMMON AN ARRAY OF SPY FREAKS, BUT A PAINIS FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE WHISPERS TO POLITE SPY TO KILL THEM ALL. BEING POLITE, HE DOES SO.
DEM BOSSES:
Why are you posting so large?
Send wardroids to wherever Vorthon is as "consultants."
Invent a magical/technological device which functions as a bomb powerful enough to destroy a solar system. Guard blueprints by storing them in my CPU.
(2+2)WAR DROIDS ROLL OUT ONTO VORHTONS CAPITAL, THEN WAIT AROUND. (3+2) THEN, YOU INVENT A REALLY BIG MAGICAL BOMB.
Dang it, I didn't make any furbies. PUNCH MISKO IN THE FACE FOR SHOVING LICHETTE INTO TIM "Don't you dare ever try to put her in harms way ever again! You got it?"
(5+2vs3+2) YOU ARE FILLED BY THE POWER OF LOVE AND SLUG MISKO IN THE FACE. HE RECOILS, FLYING BACKWARDS.
"I do not get that guy. Sometimes it seems as if he has some sort of plan, other times he's just a singleminded blood-hound for chaos. I just thought he would want to have some sort of meeting with us. Hmm."
*Look at Lichette slightly incredulously*
"Did you say 'Mr. Universe'? He's not Arnold Schwarzenegger you know. Hehe, 'Mr. Universe'. You know, I have to admit, I was not expecting that response at all. You really must be scared of him huh? Interesting. That seems uncharecteristic of you. You've always been a take-charge person (Unlike Mr. Musky over there). Frankly, I'm a little surprised you were scared of him. He's never done anything to hurt you. I moved out of the way because, well, he may not be my biggest fan, and being close to people who don't like me and have the ability to do something about it is not something I enjoy."
>Try teleporting? Ha. Knowing my luck I would teleport to the inside of a star or something. Instead, walk with Lichette to other side of New-Yoinkinium while amiably chatting. She seems to be a excellent shield.
>Launch co-ordinated assualt on tomio's dictatership.
>Mention the Black-hole generator to her and see what she thinks.
Still seems odd she was scared.
"Of course I'm scared. He's the strongest thing in creation. And for the mister universe thing, I was trying to think of a name, and that's what came to mind."
(6+2vs3) YOU ATTACK TOMIO. HE DOESN'T STAND A CHANCE. IT'S LIKE A BATTLE BETWEEN A JAW AND THE SIDEWALK.
LICHETTE:
(4) Lichette gets another whiff of Dirgs masculine scent, and sighs. She resists though, and goes to visit Vorthon and the isolationists.
"So, You made your own faction, right? Could you please disband it? Tim's kind of pissed."
Boss:
Tim sits down and begins to meditate.
SWAGGOTS:
Learn to swag and then be the boss Of swag. (co-alligned with the romantics)
Romantics:
Leader: Lichette +3
Lieutenant: Dirg +2,
Legions:
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 +2
Lieutenant: TO BE DETERMINED
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.
MANLY MEN:
XANTALOS: LEADER: +1
Lord Slowpoke
ISOLATIONISTS:
WESTSEEIIDE!!:
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