Make everyone on earth except Playergamer drunk, then have them do DRUNK SCIENCE!
HOORAY
DO THIS AGAIN
If I get another six this is gonna turn into the W40K universe isn't it
[1]
More chaos ensues in the aftermath. The Tyranids and Orks have started a death-war over Earth, the GM is pegging avatars at the surface in order to find his remote and someone opened a gate to Tartarus.
Aikuro looked around. There was nothing suspicious here, as far as he could tell, apart from the potato people. But, better be safe than sorry. Those potato people could be her spies.
Somersault to cover. Activate radio headset.
[5]
You turn your radio to the assigned frequency: "
-nd I------ willlll always love yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooou This is Elephant Radio, stay classy, Elephantophis." Shit.
"Then let's go find it. And then kill it if need be.
Go visit the meat dragon and ask for weapons back.
[2]
The meat dragon isn't animate. Or living. Or in possession of futuristic weapons.
Be reelected. Try to get actual ideas from the less idiotic committee.
[6]
They give you the brilliant idea of fighting off the Tyranids, Orks and Greecian Titans.
Crap.
Remember am no longer an actual potato, not everything needs to be buried.
Hide in dumpster, grab stray cats that go foraging.
[1]
The cats are not going near you or the dumpster.
Go to playergamer's earth, live there
[4]
Woo, death world.
Steal peoples hats. Maybe Tavik or Playergamer.
[6]
You steal a GM avatar hat. You gon' die.
((Hey GM, is playergamer riding me or what?))
Wheel-glide to the desert. Call other mechas to join me.
[1]
You're on the moooon.
(HOLY FUCK HOW DRUNK WAS I!!?)
Alleviate hangover. Follow Cyrydiad.
[2]
Still hungover. Much pain, such hurt, wow.
Okay, win the war first, then.
Of course I mean you! Now hurry, we've got an empire to defend!
[5]
You sign the
treaty of fuck this and leave the two fleets to duke it out, closing the portal.
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