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[smurfingtonthethird]

((No you don't and yes he is.))

[Lolfail0009]

"Well, at least you're not a fucking llama anymore. Start killing shit."

Start killing shit, with fire, shadows, tentacles and venom.

[Helgoland]

Once again, expand empire while raising the standard of living.

[WillowLuman]

(We already dealt with this fifth wall stuff before. But fine, just please don't let it get out of hand. And I don't mean out of hand in the standard minimalist RTD fun way, I mean where all the individual stories get bent around it.)

Set up an Olympic raptor games between all Raptor states, both homeworld and colonial.

[Lolfail0009]

((I do believe I just got entirely rejected by the fifth wall, and probably can't find it again '^^))

[Helgoland]

((Fifth wall?))

[Lolfail0009]

((The fourth wall on steroids))

[Helgoland]

((Okay, but what does it refer to here?))

[blazing glory]

((Okay, but what does it refer to here?))

((I think it's the GM's safe room.))

[smurfingtonthethird]

((Wrong, it's the gate to the omniverse.))

[Lolfail0009]

((...Noted ))

[CaptainMcClellan]

Join the black mage on whatever quest he's on

[blazing glory]

((Wrong, it's the gate to the omniverse.))

((The GM's safe room is in the omniverse! of course!))

[IcyTea31]

Steal the remote from poketwo, then return it to the GM. While I'm at it, remind poketwo which one of us is riding a Godzilla-sized monster.

[smurfingtonthethird]

Give the Demon Tavik's hat.

[2]

No hat for you.

TAKE CONTROL OF THE DAEMONS.

[5]

You're a greater daemon for Khorne now.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

Bring the remote to the GM

[5]

Winning! Your prize is either:
A wad of potatoes thrown at your face
A spin of the wheel of misfortune
A random teleport cube

Choose!

"THROW THE XENOS BACK TO THE WARP! FOR EVERY ONE THEY KILL, 5 WILL TAKE THEIR PLACE!"

RID TERRA OF THE XENO MENACE!

(NOW THAT I AM GOD-EMPEROR I CAN ONLY TALK IN ALL CAPS)

[6]

THE DAEMONS ARE BEING PUSHED BACK! VICTOR- and an Eldar scouting crew has come through the portal. Great.

Hmm.
Tranform into the last few creatures in my history. If there's anything that can read GM language, read the manual for options.

[4]

You remember there's a wheel of cheese that can read it. It's on the other side of the galaxy.

Lead Earth Alliance and ZAFT forces against the Orks. Hold the line.

[1]

Butts are wonderfully kicked. Your butts.

Do a matrix dodge and smash the weaker enemies.

[2]

The Tyranid Carnifex charges into you, smashing into your arm.

"Well, at least you're not a fucking llama anymore. Start killing shit."

Start killing shit, with fire, shadows, tentacles and venom.

[4]

Shit's dying. You manage to slice Miyamoto while he wrestles with a few hydralisks.

Once again, expand empire while raising the standard of living.

[5]

Expansion for the yay!

(We already dealt with this fifth wall stuff before. But fine, just please don't let it get out of hand. And I don't mean out of hand in the standard minimalist RTD fun way, I mean where all the individual stories get bent around it.)

Set up an Olympic raptor games between all Raptor states, both homeworld and colonial.

[1]

It is ruined by an Ork attack.

Join the black mage on whatever quest he's on

[5]

You help the God Emperor kill daemons. Yay.

Steal the remote from poketwo, then return it to the GM. While I'm at it, remind poketwo which one of us is riding a Godzilla-sized monster.

[3]

Too slow! You get the runner up prize: A potato fondue, plus you get to keep your mount. Third place gets a potato in the face when they least expect it.