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[SaberToothTiger]

Assume control of the station, recruit a giant army and take over the world!

[Alev]

Kill that asshole officer. Make all others bow down. Get a lemonade.

[Nunzillor]

Make that a hard lemonade.

[Alev]

Make that a hard lemonade.

Yeah, sure.

[Veritas]

Assume control of the station, recruit a giant army and take over the world!

Kill that asshole officer. Make all others bow down. Get a lemonade.

Make that a hard lemonade.

Roll = 3

You emerge from the radiation airlock like a celestial angel, bathing the entire Engineering department in your all-powerful presence and enchanting blue glow. The chief engineer is the first to catch sight of you. His jaw drops and he looks to be attempting to make some kind of comment, but no words come from between his gaping, terrified lips. You, on the other hand, are afflicted by no such hesitation. Raising a single finger and pointing it accusingly at your boss, you exclaim something in a language that only you understand and he immediately drops to the floor, writhing and frothing at the mouth. His body begins to stretch and warp at odd angles, deforming and re-forming him faster and faster until he's nothing more than a spinning, spiky mass straight out of a glitched VR simulation. With a final and deafening screech that certainly didn't come from him, your boss is stretched into a one-dimensional object and ceases to exist. You didn't just kill him. You utterly erased him from existence.

By now, other engineering underlings have emerged to spectate your method of dealing with the hated chief engineer. They look just as terrified as he did before you deleted him, but fortunately for them, you've got mercy on your mind... for now. "Bow down, new slaves!" you shout in a voice that's gruff, beautiful and all-commanding, all at the same time. "You shall be the first members of my army! I shall rule Mars, and you will enforce my singular will!" You click your fingers and every employee in the room immediately goes limp, dropping to the floor with many simultaneous thuds. Within a moment, they've once again risen, their eyes glowing with an eerie aquamarine hue. You point solemnly at the entrance to Engineering and the massive steel door is suddenly made of flimsy balsa-wood. Your underlings smash through with ease and immediately begin setting upon the hapless civilians outside, bashing them unconscious where possible and leaving their ultimate fate in your capable hands.

You trace the image of a capsule of fabricated 'lemon' juice with a casual hand, and the outline of a bottle of whiskey with the other. Both materialise at once, and you lazily toss them at each other. Instead of breaking, or even physically connecting, they immediately meld into a pristine canteen of delicious spiked lemonade. You sip on it thoughtfully. Even gods fall victim to mortal whims, you remind yourself as you savour the bitter alcohol and sweet sugary lemon tinge. You're aware that the station's security team have already mobilised to put an end to your fledgling army - even now, you see them through their own eyes, making their stun batons and plasticuffs ready for your soldiers. How do you proceed?

[TamerVirus]

Create a bunch of space zombies to distract security

[Nunzillor]

Engineer the space zombies in such a way as to ensure that every time a zombie bites or scratches someone, the other person becomes a zombie.

[SaberToothTiger]

Bribe the security with promises of power;

if it works, make them slaves

if it fails, make their batons explode and disable them.

[Veritas]

Create a bunch of space zombies to distract security

Roll = 1

You figure it a trivial manoeuvre to turn some of the casualties of your militia's rampage into more mindless slaves - while not sharing the intelligence of your living underlings, they'll certainly make excellent meat shields. You draw your omnipotent finger upwards in order to make some arbitrary gesture and enforce your will upon the universe, but your thoughts are suddenly derailed when you actually catch sight of the finger you raised. It has become hard and inflexible, as well as having taken on a dull blue colour. It's as though someone had cut off its oxygen flow. Further study, however, reveals the situation to be far more dire.

In the time it had taken you to draw such a comparison, your entire hand had become subsumed by the odd discolouration. You realise with alarm that you're no longer able to move or even feel sensations from these solid blocks of matter that now comprise your finger, hand and upper arm. Before you can further comprehend what's happening, the affliction has reached your shoulder and patches of blue-grey reflective matter have appeared on your other extremities, including your hands, feet and nose. Your formerly-unstoppable powers turn out to be useless against this new threat as your entire physical being becomes a massive, brittle chunk of crystalline matter.

You want to scream out of instinct, but your tongue and throat are already inorganic. You can no longer watch yourself become inanimate as your eyes glaze over with a navy blue sheen. With your last conscious thought, before your brain solidifies and your life ostensibly ends, you realise how the original crystal came to exist.


Scenario III
Hz'kan Trl'gr'qan, village shaman
An uncharted planet outside the Milky Way galaxy
45,000,000BC (Earth date)

With an accomplished hiss, you set down your lump of charcoal and admire the image on the wall of the cavern before you. A product of pure imagination and creativity, your masterful piece depicts the tragic tale of a god slain by his own selfish hubris. Any onlookers would likely describe it as a bunch of meaningless scribbles, but that's okay. They don't understand you.

As you brush some staining flecks of charcoal off your scales and regal-looking shaman's gown, the last sliver of sunlight disappears behind a far-off western rise and the entrance to your cavern-village becomes as dark as its deepest interior. The sky remains a worrying shade of red, but for now, you and your tribe are safe to exit the shade of the cavern and wander about in the humid night hours. You figure that now would be a good time to catch yourself something to eat, or perhaps catch the healing rays of your planet's third moon in a device you've named a 'raybowl'. Most would see it as nothing more than an indented rock, but you know far better than those squawking hatchlings. Besides, they'll all be hissing your praises once you remedy all of their ills with just a dab of real moonlight. How do you proceed?

[SaberToothTiger]

Try to lure a small woodland animal, skin and eat it alive, collect the light with the bowl.

[TamerVirus]

Use woodland creature bones to create a vehicle

[Nunzillor]

Put a drop of the creature's blood in the raybowl to increase its healing effects.

[Veritas]

Try to lure a small woodland animal, skin and eat it alive, collect the light with the bowl.

Use woodland creature bones to create a vehicle

Put a drop of the creature's blood in the raybowl to increase its healing effects.

Roll = 4

Taking up your trusty spear (the one with your guiding ancestor's name scratched into the hilt), you jog off into the wilderness beyond your home, with your toothy maw held high and your tail flicking in excitement. You don't often hunt yourself - it's a task generally left to the younger ones - but there's something about catching and killing your own meal that makes it taste all the better. Before long, you encounter something massive and furry grazing the low-hanging branches of a nearby tree. The feathers lining your spine bristle in anticipation as you hit the dirt as silently as the moon rises, crawling slowly towards your quarry and smartly avoiding any loose twigs or leaves that could give away your approach.

Once you're as close as you can possibly get without shoving your snout into the creature's fur, you spring up and drive your spear directly into the foul beast's heart. It squeals a deathly squeal and drops to the floor, spasming lightly before falling still. You kneel at its side, painting your knees and talons in its spilling ichor, and draw a ceremonial butchering knife. It doesn't take you long at all to reduce the deceased animal to its constituent parts. You set your raybowl aside and draw a finger talon across the soaked ground, then allow it to drip no more than one drop of blood into the indentation - you're looking to attract the moon with your martial prowess, after all, and not disgust it by being too gory. While tearing out your quarry's massive bones, however, another idea strikes you.

You realise that some of the bones can be fashioned to fit together in certain ways, and that the creature's sticky fat can be used to adhere them to one another. You realise that you've had another genius idea - the kind that would earn you a slap from your mate, most likely. She just doesn't understand how your mind works, is all. Within less than half a lunar rotation, you've created a contraption with wheels that you can sit on and ride down hills and across flatlands. Taking your rightful seat on your new invention, you hiss victoriously and set the raybowl on your lap. It's probably got all the rays it needs by now. How do you proceed?

[SaberToothTiger]

((y u no be cruel to poor lil' wabbits))

Ride gloriously back home, try to amaze our friends with the light.

[Nunzillor]

Idly leave finger in bowl on the drive back.  This will undoubtedly give our finger miraculous healing abilities.