"Well, do you want me to just throw you in random people's bodies?"
Pull the sword from the stone.
Provide mind-showers for the shadow beasts because "Fine! I'm sorry!"
[2]You are not the chosen one.
[8]They thank you and start to clean themselves. They then proceed to use brainshock on you anyway. You are confused. ( CRAP. Now I have to do confusion modifiers for the next turn. )
Find out what the Martian's tech is at using god powers.
Hire a therapist for Wallace.
I have god things to be doing. Because reasons.
[2] Martian tech has already adapted to use Abraham Lincoln's hat as an anti-potato defense system. This includes your potatolepathy.
[4] You find a therapist who will take the case. He has crazy in his eyes, but you should be fine.
Me: Connect the shadows of my cultists to my body I will form a hivemind with me as the leading mind.
Mini-me: Go talk to Giegue.
[2]No.
[5]You take the bus to the main government building.
Spaceships!
Colonize Venus!
[3]It goes bad. Most of them explode before clearing orbit.
[3]Too hot, your colonists melt. Hooray for trap-death!
LINE BLOCK!
LINE BLOCK!
((My lord, you have damned us all!))
[4]The Line block crushes ckis for his impudence.
[2]Line block is not what the Tetris god has in mind for you now. "REVERSE SQUIGGLY"
FIND SOME PSYCHIC TYPES TO DO THE BUILDING FOR US
[2]The Psychic types all find perfectly legitimate reasons
not to help you. Mostly existentialist ramblings on how "nothing really matters, ergo we choose to not do anything."
Tune: Look at the blocks fall
SQUIGGLY
[3]Your view is blocked by a sudden influx of fog.
[2]The Tetris god chooses to spite you, "SQUARE".
(( "There is no place for a square my lord!" ))
CaptainMcClellan:Hire somebody else to do my paperwork.
Giegue: Take a nap
Maria: figure out how to correctly answer the forms on behalf of Giegue.
[3]Nobody wants to work for a loser in a dead-end job in a bad office.
"WHAT!? I'm the bluddy Minister of Defense, bitches! You should all look upon me with envy or some equivocal emotion! SCREW YOU DICE!" * throws dice at Tune * "YOU ROLL IT."
[5]You begin to drift off.
[7]You complete his paper work, straighten the stack and put the paper clip back on.