Pharika!Cyrydiad: In fairness, you're the one keeping us here!
Pharika: Try again.
Open a rift for Pharika to find me.
[6]
Alright, into the potato dimension with all 3 of you.Actually not as bad a I thought.
Use tactical genius to escape POW camp.
[2]
Nope.
Summon a giant catfish to fight the tank!
[3]
It airdrowns.
Engage in epic fleet battle on the side of the pirates! Board the landlubbers ships and show these scurvy dogs a thing or two in fighting!
[3]
You are the least royally fucked. Everyone else is asploded. You manage to escape from the ambush.
Someone's in your cheese cellar?
Uh huh. This may be legit, or it may be magical technology, or it may be an elaborate troll. Whatever.
Climb mountain, preferably via the scenic pathway cut into the side.
[6]
Yay, marble. Lots of it. You reach the top. A giant pantheon. Fancy.
"Halt, intruder. Who seeks passage past the Myrmidons?"Expand into military industry; hire a team of kick-ass engineers to design new and better weapons for the Raptor Empire.
[5]
Weapons. Lots of weapons.
"Ack.... Get... Off...."
Die from being crushed.
New action: Crawl out from under the tank thing.
[4]
You somehow survive being crushed by a tank, and crawl off to the side.
Salvage funds from failed cheese-venture, reinvest in cheese stock of both GMCHEESE and its competitor, and build a still. Use obscure powers to power an alcohol industry.
[6]
You make booze out of cheese. May our chosen deities save us all.
FOUND THE EMPIRE OF THE FIFTY THOUSAND WOOLEN MAMMOTHS OF THE SEVEN WINDS COMPOUNDED
[1]
No.
Wait.
[6]
The pain subceeds. You can hear people talking outside.
Considering I'm a wartrukk with a bunch of Orks, spawn/teleport somewhere and open fire on everyone
[3]
YOU'ZE DA LAST ORKS! YA NEED MORE BOYZ! CAUSE ORKZ IS MADE FER TWO FINGS, FIGHTIN, AND WINNIN!
Negotiate with angel commanders to exchange POWs.
[2]
Good idea, but you don't have any POWs.
Offer the potato golems freedom from their status as slaves to the super-brits if they allow me to create a portal to another plane. I was unjustly imprisoned, after all; they arrested me because I was simply trying to satisfy my basic needs as an Illithid!
[4]
They don't stop you as you open a portal to a Class-M pocket dimension ((like a biodome)) and slip inside.
It's just one truck, for now. An armored vehicle full of monsters arrives, and we already have a sentient armored vehicle? If they don't fight I will be disappoint.
((Would that sentient armored vehicle be me?))
Rest and boost the moral of the troops.
[1]
"Good work guys! We developed a superweapon that backfired upon us, leaving us with nothing but expenses and needless casualties. Plus we abandoned our rearguard! VICTORY!"
Morale is poop at the moment.
Clean everything with soap. Aint nothin gonna be dirty anymore.
[5]
You soap up the local area. It's really soapy now.
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