* Vorthon create catperson champion to further my cause.
(3+2) YOU SPAWN A CATPERSON CHAMP, WHO DUAL WIELDS AN AXE AND BLADE, WITH TWIN SHIELDS UPON THEIR SHOULDERS.
((Any reason Urist isn't in the Moderates?))
Let Urist McFurnaceOperator into the Wrasslin' Honor field.
Request Urist McFurnaceOperator fight the Rock if the former action is successful.
Work on turning picks into WH-allowed weapons.
Try to increase my bonus.
Because he's not a player, or an important NPC.
(3+2) URIST JOINS THE FIELD. HIT'S NATURAL FOR HIM, WHAT WITH BEING CLONED FROM A WRESTLER. (5+2vs3) THE ROCK CRUSHES THAT PHONEY LIKE A TIN CAN, BEFORE HURLING HIM AND FOLLOWING YOU. (2+2vs1+4) THE FEDERATION BLOCKS YOU.
SIT DOWN NEXT TO MISKO. SMILE WARMLY.
"Do you need anything sweetie? Food, hugs, somebody to die a horrible death?"
(2) NO! YOU DON'T SIT DOWN!
Send another message, trying not to be too stalkery. Again anonymous.
"You don't have to lie to him, you know... You still have other possibilities, that he would never know... Someone who may actually help with what YOU want..."
(1+2vs5+3) YOU SEND IT. A FEW MOMENTS LATER, YOU FEEL AN ARM AROUND YOUR NECK. YOU FEEL IT CLENCH, SLOWLY CRUSHING THE BREATH FROM YOUR THROAT AND THE AIR FROM YOUR LUNGS.
"Do you think a goddess can die?"
HE DOESN'T REACT. LIKELY [REDACTED] HIS PONY FRIENDS. (2+2) YUP. YOU'VE SEEN ENOUGH OF THAT.
...I'm not sure what kind of [REDACTED] that is. Violence, Useless, or...the Other. Because if it's anything but Uslessness, you are a SICK, SICK man!
TELEPORT CORAI TO ME SO HE CAN HELP ME KICK YOINK'S DRUNKEN ASS BACK TO EARTH!
SHH.... USE YOUR IMAGINATION.
(3+1, 5+3vs6+3) YOU BRING IN CORAI, WHO IS CONFOUNDED WITH YOINKS DRUNKEN STYLE, AS ARE YOU.
WAIT, SOMETHING NOT RIGHT ABOUT THAT WITH THE WAY SHE SAID IT. DO SOME UNDER COVER WORK AND FINISH LICHETTE OFF (IN THE GROWN UP BED TIME FUN WAY OF COURSE.)
(2+2) YOU CONTINUE BEING MEDIOCRE TO LICHETTE WHILE SHE WEAVES SOME SPELLS.
Reappear with Westside Collective.
Shoot everyone.
KILL TCM.
Make sure to shoot this guy first.
(6vs5) YOU GUN HIM DOWN, PREDICTING WHERE HE'S GOING TO DODGE TO AND HOLDING YOUR WEAPONS SIDEWAYS TO COMPENSATE. SOMETHING TELLS YOU THIS WILL BE BIG.
FIRE THE MINI-SINGULARITY CANNON, AIMING TO SHATTER THE WRESTLING HONOR FIELD.
CHANNEL SOME EXCESS ENERGY INTO A BLUESPACE BATTERY FOR STORAGE.
(1+2vs4+4) YOU FIRE A SMALL CANNON AT ONE OF THE GREATEST FORCES IN THE UNIVERSE. THEN IT ATTACKS YOU. SO MANY MEN, IN SO MANY FLAMBOYANT COSTUMES.
>Return to Male gender
>Corrupt the minds of the young, the willing, the naive. Enlist them body and mind to the prophet. Announce the end of days is fast approaching.
(1+2) YOU BECOME A BISHONEN...(2+2) HEY, JUST LIKE SCIENTOLOGY!
Use groin to break his legs!
Then transfer my broken neck to him!
Beatdown!
(1vs6) HE SPLITS YOU IN TWO WITH HIS MIGHTY THEIGHS, BEFORE STEPPING ON YOUR HEAD, AND PLANTING A FLAG IN YOUR BACK, CLAIMING YOU FOR THE PENGUIN QUEEN.
KILL TCM.
(2vs3) HUH. BEING DEAD DOESN'T LET YOU DO THINGS?
As black hole, which I still am (hopefully), hug Earth. Very, very closely.
(3)
>EXPAND THE VOID VORTEX THAT SHOULD STILL BE NEAR THE STAR. THE MUTATED STAR, I THINK.
(6) IT STARTS GROWING, BEFORE COLLAPSING FROM ITS SHEER AMOUNT OF ENERGY
NPCS:
(3vs3) Tim starts to leave, without checking whether Xantalos is dead. He's got a guess though.
(6+3) Lichette smiles softly at Dirg. Then she gets atop Dirg. Their neighbors hear effeminate screamis of joy from Dirg.
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.
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 +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.
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.
TWOCSTHE 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-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.)
THE MODERATES: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:
WOMANLY WOMEN:
ISOLATIONISTS:
WESTSEEIIDE!!:
DISCIPLES OF LOVE:
CASSANDRA: +2 (Rolled a 1 for bonuses. Sorry. I could just eliminate the group, if you would like to try again, tell me.)