If Beirus and Liara already entered the portal, calmly follow them. If they didn't, wait.
((Let me guess: Me from the old thread tried to read God's mind and/or mind control Him?))
[1]
You charge into the portal before they do. You're a potato.
Clean up after the guests.
[6]
You are given the task of cleaning out the dome, a now hellish dimension of corpses and rubble. Tyranids are still in there.
All: Politely wait for everyone else to go through the portal, then follow them. If someone insists we go before them, do as they please.
[5]
You pass through into the party.
Start chatting up the lady ghosts.
[3]
Slaps all round.
Now roast the cheese cake demons on toast, a delicious otherworldly snack!
[6]
The GM sets you on fire for wasting cheesecake.
Bargain with the GM. My freedom for a fuckton of hatred. I'll go stare at EA for a while, or something.
[2]
He isn't going to pay for something he gets free.
Claim the buffet for the King of France.
[6]
Several kingdoms attempt to claim it. The claimants all pull out knives.
ALL RIGHT GENTLEMEN
KNIFEDANCE
Become King of Games.
[1]
You are the worst gamer of all time.
be let out of dome by GM
[5]
FIIIIINE
Now then, ride a Tyranid back home and liberate something with it!
[5]
A Tyranid Carnifex is not stopped by much. You've taken a lot of cities.
OFFER THE GM THE RECIPE FOR THE CHILI-CHEESE POTATO FOR COMPENSATION
[1]
INTO THE BALL PIT OF ETERNAL HORRORS WITH YOUAoroythe: Put Giegue in a box and present him as a good-will/I hope business will be good gift.
[4]
Giegue is now a wedding present.
Partay! Music, Dances, food and stuff.
[5]
Yaaaay.
There's not much fruit here.
Ok then go and stand with IcyTea31
((I don't know if that needs a roll))
EVERYTHING GETS A ROLL!
[6]
You fall into a drainage ditch.
It will, because the GM is...
If I said what I was going to say, I would probably get auto-ones for the rest if the game. And no, there were no curse words in what I was going to say.
You get auto ones if you don't tell me.
I wonder if Smurfington likes...
Oatmeal. Wink. Wink. WANK.
No.
GENTLY PLACE SEVERAL OATMEALS ON GM
[FUCK YOU]
Welcome to the inside of a black hole.