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Eternal prison

Thrown into black hole

Eaten by a grue

[kj1225]

IIRC Orks don't multiply, but when they are wounded they release spores which grow into moar orks.

Angels realize POW is actually cleverly concealed tank. Escape.

Well, that means there is a lot of Orks somewhere.

[CaptainMcClellan]

Market cheese-booze as Chooze. Claim it's a cure-all. Profit.

Secondary action:
Convince Australians to grow rye and hops.

[WillowLuman]

Market cheese-booze as Chooze. Claim it's a cure-all. Profit.

Secondary action:
Convince Australians to grow rye and hops.

You'll have to recreate Earth (and Australia) first.

[poketwo]

FOUND THE EMPIRE OF THE FIFTY THOUSAND WOOLEN MAMMOTHS OF THE SEVEN WINDS COMPOUNDED

AGAIN

[Helgoland]

Start outfitting the Empire's soldiers, I guess?
Does anyone have some stuff for me to do?

[Helgoland]

((Pretty much what I meant by 'outfit sodiers' - help the ones who are already there, and probably setting up a small elite force of my own.))

[CaptainMcClellan]

Market cheese-booze as Chooze. Claim it's a cure-all. Profit.

Secondary action:
Convince Australians to grow rye and hops.

You'll have to recreate Earth (and Australia) first.

Good point, but at very least I have Australians ready.  ( Look back a few posts. ) It stands  to reason that they're getting food from somewhere, but as per where to grow their own...

[smurfingtonthethird]

Have the Omegalisk mount Pharika, with me still on it. Open a rift to the homeverse.

[4]

Portal opened.

Fine, damnit, I guess we'll have to find yet another group of supernatural beings.

Get help from the Ifrits. If they won't help, go outside Abrahamic mythology and get help from the Aesir or the Jotunn.

[6]

The Jotunn will serve with you if you bash the titties out of the Aesir, and vice versa.

Don't Orks just kind of... multiply?

Listen.

[5]

You don't pick up any of it, being a foreign language. One of the people walks back inside and starts talking to you. You sit there like a lemon, occasionally yelling obscurities. She looks rather pissed, and flicks a stick at you.

"Really, just shut up you stupid peasant."

((If you haven't got it yet I fart in your general direction))

Heh, someone's in trouble.
Thinking ahead, cheesebro leave a few decent-sized pieces of himself hidden among the crags. Just in case.
"I'm..."
The amalgam of sentient flesh that is cheesebro, (who's assumed a more humanoid form), stops and realizes he doesn't have a name, and that such a thing has never occurred to him before. And that he somehow feels more...unified.
"I..I actually don't have a name. I'm sorry. If it's not too much trouble to ask, who lives over yonder?"

[5]

"The Olympians live here. They are currently at a council, as an interesting development has occurred between the Abrahamic deities."

Eh, it would be a long shot hitting that trukk from a whole few worlds away.

>Retire to where the Scarlet Devil Mansion would be and build a winery.

[4]

You build a small winery. You still need grapevines.

Have the Omegalisk mount Pharika, with me still on it. Open a rift to the homeverse.

I must be too tired for my own good, if my mind can conjure THAT mental image...

Pharika!Lolfail: "How about... nein?"

Pharika: Warp-morph the Omegalisk's lower body into a supportive harness that wraps around Pharika's godly chest.

[4]

You strap on the Omegalisk. It's a pretty big motherfucker, so its blades obscure your vision.

Crawl after the sentient tank.

[1]

Immobilized by pain.

IIRC Orks don't multiply, but when they are wounded they release spores which grow into moar orks.

Angels realize POW is actually cleverly concealed tank. Escape.

They actually constantly release spores, including every type of Ork symbiote.

[2]

Don't you go bending reality on me!

Set up a outpost while the Mekboyz work on the teleporta.

[5]

"We'ze got na Mekboyz! n' no Grotz evha!"

Explore. See if I can find a nice pool of brine to soak in.

[5]

You find a pool. Comfy.

Market cheese-booze as Chooze. Claim it's a cure-all. Profit.

Secondary action:
Convince Australians to grow rye and hops.

[2]

Raptors see through your marketing ploy! Product bombed!

Australians don't take your shit.

FOUND THE EMPIRE OF THE FIFTY THOUSAND WOOLEN MAMMOTHS OF THE SEVEN WINDS COMPOUNDED

AGAIN

[1]

Don't mess with my authoritah.

Start outfitting the Empire's soldiers, I guess?
Does anyone have some stuff for me to do?

[6]

Need something to do huh? I need something done.

A paper-thin collar materialises around your neck.

That little beauty is pure antimatter, which doesn't react so well with your skin. I'm keeping it contained, for now. Find me a legendary artifact, and I'll take it off. Try and cut it off, and, well, kablooey.

((I am a good taskmaster.))

[Lolfail0009]

((Obscures my vision? Assuming each tree in my avatar is 20 meters tall, I'm fucking COLOSSAL! How big is this thing?

...Well, I did have to make it fit me. I'll *let* it slide ))

Pharika!Cyrydiad: "All comfortable back there?"

Pharika!Lolfail: "All sssuited up! Ready to go?" *mutters* "Fuck, thisss isss heavy..."

[smurfingtonthethird]

If memory serves, the biggest ones are like 500 metres in length. Probably bigger.

[Lolfail0009]

((...Well fuck, that's pretty big.))

[smurfingtonthethird]

((The biggest Zerg Leviathans (deep space transports) are moon sized. Don't mess with the Zerg.))

[Lolfail0009]

((Bah. Mere mortals; I am a God of Theros! A denizen of Nyx! She who raises snakes from the bodies of the dead, to kill more people and summon more snakes!))

[IcyTea31]

"Shall we?" Ride Pharika to the homeverse.

[Lolfail0009]

"Shall we?" Ride Pharika to the homeverse.

Pharika: Head to the Homeverse.