FINAL ROLL OF THE SEASON. PLEASE WAIT FOR ME TO ANNOUNCE THE SECOND SEASON BEFORE SUBMITTING COMMANDS! IF YOU DISREGARD THIS, YOUR COMMAND WILL NOT BE ROLLED FOR.((The answer is you left it at your mom's house when you visited her last year.))
Me: Continue building the gate.
Mini me: Develop stronger telepathy.
[6]Ah, what the heck. I'll just let that mean "finished". The gate is complete!
[3]Dude, it was impressive enough that you spontaneously developed telepathy! Don't push it.
"Let that be warning to you!"
Visit justice upon a miscreant.
[4]Oh look! A litterer! You pop down and announce
"I AM THE JARL OF STRINGCHEESE! LITTERING IS UNACCCCEEEPPPTTAAAABBBBBBLLLEEEEE!!!!!" You strum chords at him until he picks up the trash and puts it in the trash can. SUCCESS!
((really? a 1 and an 8? DO I EVER ROLL GOOD? Time to let my sociopathy run wiiiild))
Oh. Fuck. Fuck that scientist, fuck those lesbians, fuck humanity. No more comical nonsense, I'm angry now...
I'm fucking angry.
Disappear, you stupid homosexuals, before I consume your families' souls and send their withered husks to tear you limb from limb.
Use potato powers to make the palace compact to the size of a pea. (it's a giant potato for fucks sake)
Launch the scientist into orbit with a public display of raw power, and remind humanity of my existence.
Time for a spot of well earned vengeance, I think.
((-e: I gave into the darkness for a moment there. Holy fuck, time to visit a therapist.))
[4] You try crumpling it like a giant paper ball, but you can't get it down to the size of a pea. Still, it's pretty much ruined now. The lesbians are quite unhappy, but not about to leave either.
[1]Because the Mad Scientist's disbelief in your is so strong, you cannot affect him.
(That's what separates upper-case God from lower-case gods.) Humanity-at-large remains ignorant of your existence. Try shooting off fireworks, throwing a parade, and making a holiday. That usually gets people to believe stuff, right?
Attempt to wake CMC
[5]I wake and go "Mruruurfggfggrgugr... Whhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttt?"
CaptainMcClellan: Wake on my own and find somewhere more comfortable to sleep.
Giegue: Befriend rats.
Maria: Befriend new house-mates.
[8]I find a dark, quiet place with a couch and fall asleep for another two or three turns.
[5]The rats are wary of you, but cautiously optimistic since you look like a giant white rat to them.
[5]The hobo asks if you have anything to drink, you don't, he is disappointed but nonetheless regards you in a friendly manner as do most hobos to all man and woman-kind. The genius compliments you on your nice dress. You think the illegal immigrants like you, but that one lady is giving you the Evil Eye something fierce.
Hobo: Praise
Drinkus Alcoholicus! * drinks strange liquid from a paper bag *
Tune: Finish healing I guess
Tune: Go inside the viewing tower of the citadel
[1]No, Ckisocoa went to Microphonia to wake me and you are, as always a
BLACK MAGE.[1]You trip on the first step.
Poke Lyeos a Third Time.
Poke Lyeos a Fourth Time.
[2]You're still phasing through him
[2]Same as above.