Detonate the kid's collar then shoot him in the face
[3]
You go to press the button, only to find it doesn't work. You still manage to shoot him in the face, though.
"Yeah, I rerouted the controls. Yaaaaay."Purge my insanity.
[1]
Nope, still batshit insane. You get put in an asylum.
Power my superweapon with the excuse "because reasons" to bless everyone in the multiverse with the happiness that is potatoes.
[4]
Potatoes cause terrible property damage everywhere.
GM STAMP OF APPROVAL
You get your own DNA. Not sure what it makes, though.
(It's a humanoid dragon-ish thing with (piss-weak) acid breath. Make good fighters and okay mages.)
Begin first generation.
[3]
They're all retarded. Stupid corruption of DNA.
Move back, then obtain permission to enter from whoever is responsible.
[5]
"Airspace clearance granted. Stay a good distance away from Biodome A, there's mental acceleration testing going on there. Side effects are unknown as of now. Docking gate A is open, proceed to enter."((Skink, eh? Dibs on Solomon Islands skink.))
Find a shady place and sprout wings.
[6]
They're too big. You're starving.
Open portal to hell and offer vacations by the lava lake
[1]
No one wants to go, due to the convention and torture and stuff.
DESTROY MASS
[3]
You punching it repeatedly has no effect. Shit.
Dance.
[6]
...I'm going to put on rave music and shoot laser cannons at you now. Dance while avoiding the lasers!Walk up to the Reality Containment Field GeneratorTM and press the emergency shutdown button.
[2]
It's outside the field. Well fuck.
REINCARNATION!!!!
[2]
You reincarnate as a snail.
Act natural.
[4]
They accept you with full bro colors. They teach you how shit gets done around these parts, and they teleport in some meals.
"So yeah, after this do you want to sneak out and go to some campus parties?"
"I heard they are GREAT!"
((Do I still accumulate God Power for giving the GM and Xbox?))
Smite that fool who shot an Xbox.
((No, because I used it to wipe in between my ass cheeks.))
[1]
You smite his fat murrican hunter. Shit.
Reawaken after my two-turn hibernation. Summon endless free PS4s and high-end gaming PCs to combat the flood of XBones.
[3]
Both sides are tied in console wars.
Console peasants, the deluded PC master race, and the Hybrid gods. Woot.Roll for voice pitch!
"Well this is..new."
Simian snaps out of it and checks on the rest of his subordinates!
[4]
MANLY VOICE
[1]
You can't find anyone else.
"THAT IS IT!"
Summon whip and whip these demons into order
[4]
They just run away. Oh well.
TAKE OVER ORBITAL FASCILITY WHERE THE MONKEYS ARE AT
[1]
"You have failed to follow protocol. Activating defensive systems. Requesting additional reinforcements."Several small (20km long) ships jump out of slipspace. The base's mountains of cannons start firing in your area.
My alpaca army will steal the GM's avatar's hat.
[6]
I presume you already met Carl. Carl, please help me get my hat back.A thermonuclear bomb goes off in your alpaca base.
How do you even do that?"With a dollop of fairy dust."Carl?"I ripped a tag off a mattress."This isn't funny."Who's laughing? Clearly not all the people that just got incinerated."Float right through the wall because I am a ghost.
[1]
Nope, it's ghost proof.
Build a fleet of interstellar and interdimensional ships to deliver food to all. ( And smuggle Chooze. )
[6]
Space cops. Fuck.
Grab a twinkie and hold it high above the fatlord's head. THIS IS ODDLY ENTERTAINING!
[5]
You hold it over the head of the exploded fat kid.
>Let the world feel my misery.
[1]
None for you.
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