Barf up digested Solar System bits in the marineS general direction
[3] Since you're light-years away, they'll get to their closest (within a couple dozen light-years) within a few millenia. That's pretty accurate, actually.
If Alive, leech off of cassandra's meditation. Leech. Leech. My Preeeeccccciiiiiooooouuuus
[1] You latch onto Cassandra, but you are more present spiritually than she, so diffusion draws energy out of you and into her. This, incidentally, accelerates the respawning. Speaking of which, Respawn?
Invent something to boost my spark abilities permanently!
[3] You invent a weird device that will enhance your Spark when sitting in it. It's immobile, though.
Continue focusing. It'll be perfectly safe.
Thanks to misko, 7/8.
Shift to another, more sapient and benevolent universe. Begin the work of God and check for viable survivability if I shift to physical form.
[4] You head over to, I dunno, the Roll to Messianate universe. Respawn?
Become TRUE GOD. Eradicate other gods, or assimilate them. Or, you know, let them join me if they feel like it.
[5] You destroy and usurp all other gods.
Respawn as Germany orbiting the sun.
[1] You respawn as Germany in the cold depths of space near where the Sun used to be before Furtaka ate it. You quickly freeze and anyxphixiate. Resoawn?
Respawn as the leader of the Blood Angels Space Marine chapter.
[5] Leaving your mortal shell, you possess the body of...um...Dante. You feel a disturbance in the Warp, as if billions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. You feel something terrible has happened.
GM Turn:
[1] The Imperials send a few spaceships down the room, but they explode, killing some space marines and slaughtering the remaining, leaderless Guardsmen.
[6] The remaining Marines set stuff up, and hit a button. They then look at each other, and scream like genetically modified little girls the size of gorillas.
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