ESCAPE! ALSO DON'T FORGET THAT MY PREVIOUS DRUNK SCIENCE HAS FUCKED UP NEW MEXICO AND THAT THE OLD STRONGEST IS DEAD.
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No escape for you. Both girls are now fighting over you on top of you. Feet in face. Painful.
Summon Chzo to crush the Harvester Fleet with his masive size. Also call on my fleet of Pain Elementals to help out the Raptors.
Then create diplomatic alliance beetwen the Potaoes and Humans on earth.
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Chzo is still injured from his playdate with the GM avatar. However, the pain elemental fleet is now supporting the raptors.
Humans hate potatoes.
The GM's avatar looks like a platformer protagonist. WELL I AM A PLATFORMER BOSS BATTLE. Huzzah!
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Your butt is shortly kicked after he whipped out his laser gun. (The dinosaur gets one at the end of the game. And a chopper.)
Accept the dual
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Dual? Dual what? Extrapolate.
Rebuild. Declare myself first president of the Terran Federation. We will have elections in 10 years.
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Although they are suspicious, you're in charge, at least for now. They want a twelve man council instead of a president, and yearly elections.
Fucking /excellent/. That was their weakness in my headcannon anyway- (each individual chunk of sentient biomass has semi-independence. Else the hot-wire trick wouldn't work.)- so it is acceptable.
Begin infections. Slowly & surely. Animals included. Bonus points for an arctic tern.
@paladin
I don't think we'll be having any alliances after the genocide of my people potatoes.
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You get hauled up by a superhuman patrol, and you try to infect a potato person. And now you're in jail.
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.
Well, that has to change. Also, still active.
Check to see where the portal goes. If it's the Harvester-verse, send my Zerg brood in. (Do not enter myself.) Inform the Protoss that Aiur is clear of Zerg.
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The brood goes nuts. It goes nuts on the Harvester fleet. Now some of their ships are now infested with zerg hives. The Protoss are simultaneously happy and pissed off.