>I am a goddamn tank! I load 1 with dakka and then proceed to crush it under my tracks.
[6]
Tank + Cruise missile = crater.
Apparently 1 has friends.
Watch the new trap-crisis occur. Hooray, GM, you just allowed Kevakiyas to go to work again.
[1]
FIST OF JUSTICEThere, Kevakiyas is now a red stain. Crisis averted.
Pick pocket GM's dice!
[4]
You should give those back before I launch you into orbit.CONTINUE ASSAULT
[1]
They've brang in the big boys: Punisher combat suits. Concussive grenade launchers and flamethrowers make for lots of fun.
Vote for a new government that will work for the best interests of the people. (I bet that this will backfire on me.)
[5]
The Syndicate has been created.
You owe me money now!Expand diplomatic influence of my cat-people faction.
[3]
It would help if you had spacefaring technology.
Help the console peasants in a revolt against the PC master race.
[1]
The peasantry are easily defeated.
Simian nods his head a little & speaks with a matter-of-fact tone.
"I'm assuming it had something to do with that gas, but I can't fathom how, and frankly I'm not particularly worried about it yet.
In the meantime, the first order of business is fashioning me a weapon, and once that's out of the way we can go find some more answers."
Motioning at douche-monkey,
"Has he said anything?"
Walks to & crouches next to him while one of his comrades answers, inspecting.
[3]
"...No, he hasn't. If you want a weapon, we'll need to find more of these special stones."
Continue on being a butt monkey. Also further vex the gym teacher by flirting with Recruiter-chan accidentally.
[6]
Welp, it turns out childhood crush is a teacher too, plus she has taken it in her personal interest to take care of you. QUEUE THE AWKWARD MOMENT!
Oh yeah, the teacher is now even harder on you. SMART MOVE DILLWEED
Try to clone a baby Terry. Maybe that will require less rescources.
[1]
"You must construct additional pylons."Go get a heap of cybernetic upgrades then come back and beat Godzilla into the pavement
[2]
No enhancements for you.
Place blueprints for soul monsters, several samples of DNA including the one from my skull, and a bottle of liquor on the desk. Get drunk.
[6]
That was dumb. Now there's hundreds of thousands of acid breathing soul-monster dragon aberrations attacking everything.
Grab the guy who hit me's head and smack his head into the window. RAPIDLY
[3]
He blocks and kicks you down a set of stairs.
Pull the projectile out of me, throw it back at the relay. Regenerate the wound like a boss.
[3]
You don't regenerate. This is where you start bleeding out.
CONTROL MY POWER!
[6]
ITS OUT OF CONTROOOOOOL
You are now insane.
REBUILD MISERIX - DOWN TO THE VERY LAST BIT OF ANTIDERMIS
[6]
He's made of unobtainium now.
ew ew ew ew ew ew ewOk, dropship=fighting=war.
Try to remember what war I am fighting in and why
[4]
The Second Colony War. You're counterattacking against an invasion fleet.
Your dropship starts accelerating really quickly towards a flying ship. It's going to collide it at this rate!
Watch the new trap-crisis occur. Hooray, GM, you just allowed Kevakiyas to go to work again.
How the effin'...?
SUMMON GM POWERS FROM CHEESISTAN ME, HIJACK THE THREAD, SMITE KEVAKIYAS, PROFIT.
[1]
FIST OF JUSTICEYou get plowed back to your own game.
Live up to the OP. Make a civilisation.
[3]
Welp, time to change the OP.
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