TURNS OUT I'M THE THING
DO THE CHESTMOUTH THING TO TIM'S FIST
THEN FLOW INTO HIS BLOODSTREAM AND BEGIN WRASSLING HIS BLOOD
(2vs5) YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH UP WHERE TIM IS PUNCHING. SO, HE PUNCHES YOU AGAIN AND KNOCKS OUT YOUR TEETH.
Argue that since I rolled a two, and have a +2 bonus, the total was 4 and I therefore got an increased bonus.
Make some clones of Urist.
Perform some spaceship wrestling moves.
Try to get Tim's gun, the one that kills and reduces bonuses. He can't use it, he's wrasslin'!
(4+2-1vsGM))Misko's right. (3+1) YOU CLONE URIST, SPAWNING ANOTHER ONE OF HIM.
Misko looks up at the Heavans (There is always a last time for everything). One by one, without any fuss, the stars were going out.
"Because? Spite mostly. Lots of spite. Plus I've always had a flair for the dramatic. And there isn't much more then this. And I wasn't getting anything done, and I was bored. Besides, It's the end of days anyway. I'm simply keeping people alert."
>CURSES! Ehh. Who cares about how masculine I look. My wife is dead anyway. Have False Prophet use new darkness to spread panic, causing mass-conversions.
> Attempt to make Dirg Female. I WILL SUCEED EVENTUALLY. THE LAW OF PROBABLILITY DEMANDS IT!
(2+2) YOUR RELIGION, LIKE ALL CLICHE APOCALYPSE RELIGIONS, SPREADS WILDLY. (6+2, 4+2) DIRG GROWS BOOBS!
TURNS OUT I'M NOT ACTUALLY DEAD, BECAUSE REAL NIGGAS DON'T DIE
STAB YOINK IN THE SPINE
(3) YOUR HEART GIVES A FINAL BEAT, SLOWLY COMING BACK TO LIFE. (5vs4+2) THE DRUNKENESS CAUSES YOU TO MISS AGAIN, SWINGING IT JUST BY HIS THROAT.
DEBATE WITH GREATWYRMGOLD.
(5+1vs1+1) YOU AND GWG GOLD A MASS DEBATE. HE FINISHES FIRST, THEN LOSES.
HAVE FURBIES SCOUT THE UNIVERSE FOR SIGNS OF WHAT'S CAUSING THE IMPENDING DOOM. WEAR MY MAGIC ARMOR AND POINT MY MAGIC SPEAR WEAPON I MADE WAY BACK WHEN TIM ARRIVED AT MISKO, STAB HIM IF HE KEEPS DESTROYING STUFF. "So the only thing that motivates you to destroy is boredom? Why can't you just be like a normal person and lock yourself in a basement with a train set and leave us alone? I would ask you to stop, but I'm tired of wasting my breath on some overly destructive spoiled brat."
(2+2) THE FURBIES GO THROUGH THE UNIVERSE. DU-NUH-NUH NUH-NUH-NUH DU-NUH-NUH-NUH-NUH-NUH. YOU GET A CHEESY 60'S VIBE. AND MJ.
RETURN TO GODLY REALM, HAVE PARTY WITH ELDRITCH GODS.
(2) YOU GET HIGH AND THINK YOU'RE IN THE GODLY REALM. UNTIL THE SPIDERS GET INTO YOUR SPINE.
"I suppose I could... But it is worrysome that it keeps coming up in my sphere, Lichette. Not to mention... You had the time to read, and trace my messages, and even Smite the false prophet in a blast of radiant, pink light. strangle another woman, during sex? Thats not a good sign. I just want to help a friend, and follow my sphere. But we likely have better things to discuss than your unsatisfying husband that spends his free time making furbies screw."
(1+2VS5+3)"First of all, this was my astral self. Second of all, why are you watching me and my husband while we're alone? Third, we're getting along just fine. Why are you trying to change something that's working?"
(6+2vs3+2) DESPITE MISKOS BLESSING, THE PRIEST DISSOLVES IN A BURST OF LIGHT.
Keep channeling power to that bluespace battery.
I might or might not be available for the next few days, so until I'm back, please assume I'm doing this~ Going to be needed soon enough.
(6+2) YOU CHARGE THE BLUESPACE BATTERY, FILLING THEM WITH POWER.
Send my champion against the false prophet.
THE PROPHET IS BUSY, BEING DEAD.
Spawn a whole bunch of TF2 Freaks, GMod Ponies, and other monstrosities.
(6+1) YOU MAKE A YOUTUBE POOP ARMY.
NPC:
Lichette watches as Dirg starts growing some places, then losing things in others.
"Hun, would you prefer to be male or female?"
(4v1) Tim grips Xantalos' spinal column.
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: