Die.
{3} Your immune system begins to shut down due to shock. You should die in ten to fifteen years of some obscure, cure less disease.
(I see it.)
Create life in the form of tiny humanoids.
{3} A single smurf pops into existence beside you. It begins to turn a sickly magenta. Looks like that's what color a smurf turns when you choke it with no oxygen.
build a nine-tailed fox shape mech.
{3} You assimilate a single tinkertoy from the energy of the universe. It begins to toddle away.
Question my ability to question my ability to question my ability to question my ability to question my ability to question my ability to question my ability to question my ability to question my ability to think about questioning my ability to think.
Ah, yes. Obvious now.
{3} In a blast of clarity, you realize you can, in fact, think. Kind of. Potato is a nice color.
Join space colony and collect free spaceship.
{3} The colony rejects you, but your spaceship does remain at your side where they left it.
The twist is obvious. Combat will be...interesting.
Escape planet, find somewhere else to raise kids.
{3} Jumping out a planet's gravity well is surprisingly easy. You are now free-floating in space. Zero planets in sight.
Fly to an asteroid.
{3} Your attempts to move in zero-gravity are rewarded! You are now inverted and about twenty feet closer to an asteroid light years away.
Kill another player
{3} You see someone a few feet away, inverted on his y-axis. That, or you are. Your wonderful idea of flapping your arms like a chicken lands you marginally closer.
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