GIVE YOINK EYES THAT DETECT ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES.
(5) YOU REPLACE YOINKS EMPTY EYE SOCKETS WITH ONES THAT AUTOMATICALLY SENSE ALL ALCHOHOLIC BEVERAGES IN THE AREA. I GUESS THAT NOW HE NEEDS.... BEER GOGGLES.
KICK HERO FURBY'S GHOST BEFORE RESPAWNING.
RESPAWN.
SPIT ON HERO FURBY'S ASHES. COWARDLY ROLL INTO A BALL AND WAIT FOR THE IMPENDING EXPLOSION THAT WILL MOST CERTAINLY HAPPEN WHILE HOPING THIS ROLLS A 1.
(2, 4, 5) YOU GET IN A GHOST FIGHT. SINCE YOU'RE GHOSTS, YOU GUYS CAN'T FIGHT VERY WELL, WHAT WITH BEING IMMATERIAL AND ALL. THEN, YOU RESPAWN. (Oh lawdy, dat 5) YOU SPIT ON THE ASHES OF A HERO, WHICH DECIDE TO EXPLODE AND KILL YOU.
THROW MISKO BACK INTO THE WRESTLING HONOR FIELD
CHEER FOR XANTALOS
(5VS5) YOU GLOMP MISKO, NEARLY IMMOBILIZING HIM, BUT YOU JUST HANG OFF OF HIM.
"COOL, COOL. DRINKING, PARTYING, SHAKING THOSE MARACA THINGS, YEAH?"
>REALISE I DO NOT HAVE EYES
"...SHIT, I JUST REMEMBERED, I'M BLIND! GODDAMN. I BETTER GET SOME TARGET PRACTICE AN' ALL THAT."
>BORROW ONE OF PANCHO'S GUN COLLECTION AND A FEW EMPTY BOTTLES AND CANS, SET UP FIRING RANGE OUT BACK ON A FENCE, PRACTICE MY BLIND MARKSMANSHIP.
>OH, TAKE ANOTHER JUG OF TEQUILA WITH ME. SWIG PERIODICALLY WHILST SHOOTING.
((WHY, GM? WHY YOU ALWAYS SKIP ME 
YOU MAKE OOC-YOINK CRY
ADDENUM: ))
"OH HEY THANKS MAN. NOW I CAN SEE... ALCHOHOL. HANDY."
>KEEP AN EYE ON ALL ALCHOHOL IN THE AREA WHILST TARGET PRACTICING, MAKE SURE NONE OF IT SNEAKS UP ON ME WITHOUT BEING DRANK. WAIT, DRUNK? DRINKED? FUCK, I'M CONFUSED. JUST DRINK THAT SHIT.
(3+2) YOU PROVE THAT BEING DRUNK DOESN'T EFFECT YOUR ABILITIES, YOU HOPE. YOU'RE PRETTY DRUNK, BUT IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU SHOT ANYONE.
"That... was not quite what I'd imagined..."
Edit advertisement to emphasize my motives, specifically my need for resources.
Build FTLISBM prototype.
(Faster-Than-Light Interstellar Ballistic Missile)
Cheer on Tim with my Cheering Core.
(3+2, 3+2)YOU CHANGE THE AD TO MAKE IT SOUND A GOOD DEAL LESS IMMORAL. YOU CHEER ON TIM, AND THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE INCREASE HIS STRENGTH!
Begin converting neighboring uninhabited solar systems into ringworlds.
(3+2) BLAH BLAH BLAH ALIENS CONVERSION.
UNSHRED SELF, AND TAKE ON MY THIRD ALTERNATE FORM.
CHUCK
FUCKING
NOOORRIIIIIS!
BECAUSE. Y'KNOW. I'VE BEEN ARCEUS FOR THE PAST TWENTY TURNS.
THEN WRASSLE XANTALOS.
(1+1) YOU BECOME A KARATE MASTER WANNABE. I.E. A 14 YEAR OLD WHO WATCHES TOO MUCH TEXAS RANGER. (1-2) YOU GO AFTER XANTALOS, BUT TRIP ON THE ROPES SURROUNDING THE RING AND BUST YOUR FACE ON A POLE.
>Finish fleeing the field.
>Surround field with Cage and ring of Fire. Call up Camera People and go to live televised recording. With Moneys for me.
>Obtain VIP seat. Be comfortable.
"Yo, Lich, are you fine with letting Dirg be near all this violence?"
(4V4) YOU PULL YOURSELF EVER CLOSER TO THE ANTI-HONOR ZONE, BUT SLOWPOKES LATCHING ONTO YOU MAKES IT DIFFICULT TO MOVE AT ANY CONSIDERABLE SPEED.
CONTINUE WATCHING MATCH.
BUT XANTALOS USES THE SPRINGBACK OF THE ROPES (BECAUSE THEY DO THAT) TO LAUNCH HIMSELF FIST-FIRST INTO TIM'S FACE!
(6v1) YOU SPRING BACK INTO TIM, SENDING HIM FLYING BACKWARDS AND LEAVING HIM LYING ON THE ROPES. HE LOOKS UP AT YOU AND GLARES.
Lichette:
Lichette continues eating popcorn and watching the fight.
"Oh, Misko? Dirg isn't a child."
NPC:
(3) Tim pulls himself to his feet, though still stands unsteadily.
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: Greenstar +1
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:
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