Convince the monkey to eat KJ.
[3]
The monkey doesn't care.
"Gummi bears!"Helgoland, I may need the help of your resources to get this armor upgraded.
Liquor up and direct the scientists.
[6]
It's uncontrolled, UNCONTROLLED!
Either way, they trash most of the city.
OH GOD, TOO MUCH TEXT, TOO MANY PLOTLINES.
Did I miss anything important?
((I've heard bad things about god games))
Hm, could have been done with tech I've seen. Take a wander around Olympus, since I've made a nuisance of myself.
Why the hell am I doing that anyway? I've never had that problem before.
....
Are you fucking with me?
[5]
Wander wander wander.
You mistake me for some sort of scoundrel.
..Are you saying you wouldn't do that?
Observe surroundings.
[3]
Lots of trees. Marble pillars and road. Pretty.
I am a respected member of the community. To even insinuate...Clean up myself. Then clean up the enemy troops. Have my industries aid Sheb's endeavour.
[1+1]
You can't remember what it is.
Offer the Centauri lots of wine women and song for a fleet.
[6]
You need a lot more goodies.
Well. That sucks.
[5]
Yes. Yes it does. Back to begging for mercy via chores.
However, that maid from earlier offers you a meal in the servant's hut. The staff there call you the "sword of the people", because you bashed the shit out of a noble.
>After sitting in galactic jail for a few minutes, remember that I am a goddamn TANK and blow the compound into rubble, while releasing all the prisoners.
[4]
You just manage to escape. The other prisoners get sucked into a black hole.
Be a peeled potato.
[1]
You are a fully skinned potato.
Market Chooze. ( +2 for deity sponsor. )
[6+2]
Galactic chaos ensues as you get trillions addicted to cheese-based alcohol.
Focus some of the energy of the multiverse into a blue/red direct damage deck in my possession.
((You missed my action.))
[5]
You can decide the cards for yourself.