Give the dragon scales made of pressed leaves. Attempt to alleviate hangover.
(Oh my god, I'm gonna love these two)
[2]
Still drunk, no controool
"You've hurt my feelings. Now we're both in the wrong.""Um, what's the red stuff on the floor?""Would you believe some of god's tears?""Tell me.""Orphan meat. I made a meat dragon, and you can't just use any meat.""I've had enough. I'm leaving."They sure are insane, seeing random completely ordinary talking bread loaves around and charging them. Mind control: I am just a figment of their imagination. And actually over by that rock, not this one.
[6]
It seems to work, but now there's about 50 of them.
Shit.
Wait...... I WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Party cause I won and I don't have to enact this stupid plan anymore
[5]
Party on down
Make everyone on earth except Playergamer drunk, then have them do DRUNK SCIENCE!
[6]
You're fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked
In the space of an hour, your technology has increased greatly, you've let a tyranid hiveship into the solar system, someone found the GM's tv remote and someone makes the Orks.
Find some clues. Or just loot weapons from any ship wrecks in the way to the moon. Also find out what universe I am in.
"How on earth did the armouries weapons get stolen?"
[3]
You're in the main universe for sake of simplicity (there's about 20-30 of you in completely different settings, for gods sake). "Would you believe a meat dragon took them?"
Become the Raptor's Deng Xiaoping; expand colonial empire.
[2]
There's a war on, you silly goose.
Hmm. Secure catfood. Bite finger, bleed into catfood a little. Plant catfood where it will get et.
(Even mosquitoes n shit know?! D: hax!)
[6]
The cat food is planted. Underground. You buried it.
Oooh, 'kay. Destroy the potatoes!
[5]
Potatoes are kill.
I let you win that time! I will be back.
Fly away with Terry, to the top of some mountain somewhere. Begin training.
[4]
Training is slow but beneficial.
((It would be cool to have a status...thing.))
I did one yesterday. Sure, its already out of date, but yeah.
Wheel-glide in. Scoop up Playergamer and set him on my shoulder. Fire high-explosive shells at potatos while strafing around them and keeping Playergamer in range for black magic.
[4]
Yay, explosions!
"Huh... What?"
Look around. Are the people around me wearing clothes? AM I SAFE HERE?
[5]
Some are wearing clothes. The rest are potato people.
Create a means to reconstitute the human and raptor races in the event of extinction.
[1]
That shit is hard, yo.
Train dodger by running out in front of any creature that is firing projectiles.
[6]
"Hey look, a gauss rifle!"
The iron slug collides with the CaptainMcClellan!
Your ribs are facked.
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