Open a rift to the top of Uluru.
[3]
Wee. The Orks come too.
Shoot Hydralisk even though I don't know what it is and it's probably really dangerous,use shotgun!duel wield sawn-off shotguns,if not allowed then use a rifle.
Thinking whether I should demand a 1+ bonus to my rolls because Silas Greaves tended to bend the story and change details,so assuming if Silas Greaves is telling a story about this crazy universe...
[2]
And it shooting spines at you. RUN AWAY!
Helgoland, I pledge my butt laser to serve your Empire!
Pretend I'm the GM. Roll 6es for myself.
[1]
The GM teleports behind you.
Heeeeey theeeeere. NO. Your butt laser now shoots potatoes.
Did someone say... INSURGENT TROUBLE SHOOTERS? Chalenge the leader to a duel!
[4]
Duel fight! "Pokemon battle music plays"
What will you do?
>Attack >Bag
>Weapons >Run
Psionically search the minds of every living thing for any information regarding the remote. Hey, I called for help, not you in particular! You didn't have to come and save me.
[5]
It's under the couch in the Pentagon secret bunker.
Huh.
Work on my effing image! There must be some way to portray cowardice as strategic genius...
Oh right, that post - In the course of working on my image, conquer some pushover civilizations. With butt lasers.
[1]
They now think you are a try-hard. Poopsies. That, and you pissed off the Orks.
"Whoz up fa a WAAAAAAAGH!?"
Find body of water. Submerge self to clean, and short circuit/disrupt nano machine communications.
[5]
You are clean. The nanobots are waterproof though. Curse your ingenuity!
Convince the tyranids to go retrieve my hat and kill NAV.
"If you do that, I won't try to stop you attacking Earth. Deal?"
[2]
The Tyranids aren't sentient. They are omnomnoming you.
Wait for some wannabe racers to Challenge me on my custom track.
[1]
Oh noes! Lego knight attack!
Oh yeah, your old character exploded. Violently.
Am I still wearing the GM's hat?
Give Tavik's hat to Terry.
Steal Playergamer's hat.
[2]
The avatar reclaimed his hat. The Thief already stole playergamer's hat.
Find place. Use fashion sense.
[2]
War is hell. No-one's taking recruits. Protip: Find some stuff to kill.
Kill NAV. Try to ask the GM to please not kill me, since I was the first player.
[1]
The GM is busy playing chess with Tyranids and Orks.