"And now a mech."
Create a field ward which forms a sanctuary-area from harm. AKA, Shield self.
Edit:
If DEAD, AGAIN. RE-FRICKIN'-REVIVE AS THE SAME CREATURE!
Nope, you're miraculously still alive.
[1+1] No luck...
What happened to the awesome accent?
KICK TURTLE ISLAND IN NARDS.
Hyu hed no action.
2] Hyu missed, sveethot! Heppy?
ZOMBIES I COMMAND YE TO CONSUME AND INFECT
No zombies.
Join the winning swordsman, and help him defeat the others.
[3] You inch closer to the winning guy.
WE ARE NOW ALOTTA ANTS.
Expand Nest for new ants.
Be glad people killing everything are in other room.
[5] Nest get! Yum, bits of Tavik!
Respawn on earth.
Be in a challenger 2 tank.
[3] You're a British tank on the island turtle.
Continue being stubborn. Spawn as the Anti-GM, collide with the GM.
[0] You are locked in a little closet in the World Serpent Inn.
Extract self from bed. Apologize to the couple that just had a snake girl in their bed.
That does sound awkward, now that you mention it...
[3] You are bodily hauled out the door. Ow, your tail!
Take over giant mech.
[2v6] No dice, but no action from the mech either.
>BLOCK EARS WITH DIRT, CONTINUE MEDITATION
[4] Ears blocked! [4+1-1] You finally get some peace...
GM Turn:
The island tortoise [3] shakes Vorthon over to the edge of its shell.
The clones do nothing, but look sinisterly at the nearby people.
The swordsman who is "winning" [6] grabs Doomblade187 by the blade, lacerating his hand. The others [2,4v×,2] manage to give him a ablack eye.
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