Tickle it until I get a better subplot.
[5]
Grr... fine. TELEPORTINGSpend all my unused energy on this holy service!
[1]
You have to go slay a massive dragon. Great.
"Well, I can function and speak, and I remember what things are and how to use them, but I don't remember anything before waking up in that bed. Sorry. So, what's going on?"
Ask Liara what's going on, other than the blizzard.
((Gee Smurfington, with all these subplots it's a shame you didn't hijack Roll to Derp.))
[5]
"Nothing at all, huh? Well, this world's in the middle of something we call an Ice Age: massive sheets of snow and ice are covering everything. It's been pretty disastrous for mankind.
Anyway, I'm a scavenger. I go through all the old buildings and look for useful equipment, then I sell it off. Do you want to help me until you get your memory back?"Sick Boss Knight and an adrenaline-filled miner on GrizzlyAdams.
[2]
They're asleep right now. Shit.
Pharika: "Hmm..."
Send in an Archetype of Finality and hope it manages to graze something. Hoorah, deathtouch.
[5]
Something dies messily over there.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWINNING KEEP FIRING AT THE HERETIC
ASSULT IN THE NAME OF KHRONE!!!
[6] VS [2]
Again, dakka misses everything. The scyther is still on the floor.
Live. Real men take bombs to the face like bread. Scare the Venusians with my badassitude.
[6]
You live. You're also implanted into a wall. The Venusians laugh.
I can't remember.
[3]
"Amnesia. Great. Well, best we can do is hand you a couple bucks and send you off into town."Turn my captors into willing potatoism slaves.
[6]
They summon reinforcements while you're wololoing, and they thump your ass.
Organize funerals. Give victory speech.
[4]
A sad day for whatever.
Turn my captors into willing potatoism slaves.
Turn Sinvera into a double agent to eliminate the strife that has disunited us all for so long, preferrably at a fondue for the GM. Long live fonduism! Down with Goldberg!
[3]
He's prone to randomly being required to follow your orders.
Peel myself off his face and run back through the door before he has a chance to recuperate.
[2]
The door is locked. Shit.
Fine.
Change my avatar: become the Universal Cosmic Woobie Destroyer.
[4]
Your old character explodes, as is the way.
You are now the UCD.
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