DANCE CHEERFULLY AT GM FORGETTING CURRENT SIDEPLOT
[6]
...fuck. NEW PLOT FOR YOUStart populating shield world.
[2]
You don't have anyone to populate it with. Shit.
But I was eaten last turn! One cannot eat the eaten! Cause polar bears to implode under this paradox
[4]
Bits of gibs fly everywhere. You are half-digested meat giblets now.
GM:Punch other GM in the face.
Player:Ask older sister for tutorial.
[3]
Block, and teleport into the null void. Have fun![5] Apparently, you know how to do everything on your own anyway.
Time passes, and you're off to school. Finals are coming up, ugh.
Sail Antarctica to CaptainMcClellan.
If I'm going to be here forever, you're saying that both Antarctica and myself will survive anything and exist forever, right? Right?!
[6]
Gravity stops you. Rats.
Except you're in a frozen wasteland forever. You can still die.
"Ok... We're more-or-less safe now... Does anyone else have any ideas? Mogis, Iroas, you two are good at battling, how can we defend ourselves? Erebos, Athreos, you two know death better than your own names, how do we stay out of it?"
[3]
No one has any clues. Fuck.
The GM slides around the corner on his butt, as noisily as possible.
Heard you wanted immortality.Carve out potato tunnels, then hand the excess potato from the digging over to the lord GM.
[3]
Digging continues. This is a big potato, like solar system sized.
Ask the GM for the potato Alfredo recipe, then make it.
(0)
You create an eldritch cheese abomination.
Oh dear god how badly can you guys failUnite with the other black holes and push back the shackles of oppression in the name of Marx! Form a communist state.
((And then I get a 3 and do things in the name of Groucho Marx instead of Karl.))
[1]
As black holes, they aren't exactly self aware. They're still harvesting you for black-hole-matter-stuff.
Okay, let's try tis the Marxist way: The totality of these relations of production constitutes the economic structure of society, the real foundation, on which arises a legal and political superstructure, and to which correspond definite forms of consciousnes, after all. Industrialize their society.
[4]
"Yeah, sure whatever."
VICTORY
"Hm... it would probably be made by a mediocre carpenter then..."
Kyle picks the most average looking one.
[2]
They all look exactly the same. MOTHERFUCKER
"Well, we could probably eat the dinosaur thing...say, you ever notice how plants grow out of our poop? The same plants we eat? I wonder why they do that.
Gah brainfart.
Anyway, I want about half our combat-ready monkeys on guard duty, half on half off, and the other half of combat-ready monkeys I want to split up into 3/5 foraging, 1/5 scouting, and 1/5 working on civil work projects. Supplement the civil work squad with non-combat monkeys-- these lean-tos could do with some work.
While we're at it, establish a headsman for the guard-chimps & civil chimps & I'll do the same for scouting & foraging- as it is things are a bit too centralized, efficiency suffers.
Once that's all sorted out I'll want to go with the scouting party, see what's up first hand. I've had an uneasy feeling since I woke up.
What do you think?"
[1]
"...The fuck does most of that mean?"
((need to learn some basic maths and logistics first lol))
CUT ALL THE WIRES
[4]
You slash the gravity controls for the local area. You're currently floating.
CONTINUE FIRING! FOR THE FATHERLAAAAAND!
[6]
The hobos overwhelm you. You lose $245 dollars.
Dig into the mountains near my lab to establish a small society for these acceptable clones.
[6]
You've unwittingly made dwarves. You only realise this when the place is flooded with magma because someone's pet got killed.
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