"You're... Cyrydiad? But you're also me... maybe...?"
(This is my Spearbreakers canon all over again...)
[4]
"Yeah. I'm cornered in your brain, I think, so we can talk and stuff."Wait, my old body turns un-potato?
Hone ability to infect new targets while keeping control of the old.
[3]
You need a substantial amount of energy to do this, plus there is a risk of exploding the old host.
Oh hey there's a nondescript celebrity over there!
[3]
Point! They look away for a second, but you trip before you can run and now you're on the ground. Yellow is blushing and smacking, Blue is now lying on top of you, and you can hear Pink laughing.
You poor sucker. Here's the Mark 2 hardlight programs. They should let you make proper short-term armour out of the shields.Find a small lizard and make it gigantic. Also give it firebreath.
[1]
You explode the lizard. Yay.
Find a small lizard and make it gigantic. Also give it firebreath.
Have said lizard be my raptor-mount.
Also, I have a carping ~200 000 000 000* strong Zerg brood following me? But I can't control them properly? I might need to do something about it, but not now.
*Or ~200 000 000 000 000 if we use the metric billion instead of the Imperial one, do we?
[2]
You ride lizard gibs. It doesn't work too well.
You need some serious Zerg control units before the brood goes partially feral.
Put the Raptor economy into total war mode. Crush the aliens, descending onto their homeworlds like the fiery wrath of their immpotent gods.
[6]
Smash and burn! You're churning out warships now. Protoss artillery destroy orbital defenses, leaving your troops to hit groundfall. This activates the harvesters' emergency response fleets. Another portal opens, and a spaceship about twenty kilometres long enters the fray. Along with millions of smaller ones.
Put the Raptor economy into total war mode. Crush the aliens, descending onto their homeworlds like the fiery wrath of their immpotent gods.
Okay, this war has lost its meaning to me, I have no idea what's going on and who is playing what side, or even what the sides are.
I think we may already have won. However, a GM recap/clarification is probably in order. Don't roll on that, I just bolded it for emphasis.
[5] (I'll roll on it if I damn well want to)
You've made contact with the Harvesters, a multiversal empire that resource strips other universes for its own personal gain. You managed to push their harvesters back through their portal, took control of the space station on the other side, and laid down the fire on a nearby Harvester planet. However, this has summoned their main battle fleet, which far outstrips the Protoss and Raptor ones.
By the way, didn't we keep a kill count on each player a few weeks ago? I think my multiple hundred Zerg get me to first place.
No, the winner is Playergamer, with most of the population of Australia and New Zealand under his belt, along with countless Murrican soldiers.
Get better pokemon
[3]
You find a Mudkip. Eh, could be worse.
Try again
[5]
You smash through a wall, only to find a post-apocalypse Australia filled with tea-drinking superhumans.
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