Kill everybody in the tower for betraying me, for I am seeches, the demigod of blood!
[4] You travel to the Tower of the Arcane, armed with bloody-minded intent for revenge, and begin your less than promising battle against roughly a hundred other demigods, each of which have an approximately equal grasp of divine abilities as you (since it was you, in fact, who taught them everything you knew as a god).
[4] Your first move is to kill the couple of demigods that greeted you, then the ones immediately alarmed - your kills number around ten, and that's with the element of surprise on your side, which you can't honestly say you have anymore. Especially since potential murder victim #11 proceeds to freeze and disintegrate your body, following it up with complete immolation of the remains.
Dang, your demigodhood sure didn't last long, did it?
Promote the growth of fauna.
[4] The fauna responds, little insects proliferating and forming colonies, flying creatures making larger and elaborate nests, predatory animals making homes near the tree, and overall facilitating a rather nice, fully-developed ecosystem. The creatures seem to be doing rather well, really.
Protect the tower, for I am Gojeba, the demigod successor and student of Ogejabogeja, God of the Arcane, and as such anything that himders the spread of arcane knowledge is a major no in my book.
[5] You are the first responder to Seeches' sudden, rather unexpected and wholly unprovoked rampage - fortunately, you are also the last that is needed, as you find it simple to freeze, then disintegrate his body, setting fire to the fragments once they scatter. Your colleagues, rather shocked to begin with, quickly start to extol your virtues, feeling that you've demonstrated quite an admirable amount of initiative and also risked your immortal life for the safety of your fellow demigod.
be absurdly angry at all exsistance and non-exsitance.
Have idea. look into the universe and find on some other planet a snake, a tree, and a human. edit- OH! and some roses to.
if anything on this list does not exist look for the closest equivalent
[3] You manage to locate a handy hyperintelligent tree living next to a neutron star, and plop that down on yourself - this works wonderfully. The other lifeforms on your shortlist, however, don't do quite as well, with the exception of your human stand-in which happens to be an unusually robust void imp from the rougher parts of certain marrow-mines on the Skeleton Planet. You do note that the tree and the imp are getting along fabulously, however.
Teach my fellow plant people how to build, how to forge and other useful things
Also try to unify the plant people
[3] What use is building to a creature whose very biochemistry is so easily malleable, indeed, what other technology is required by a race who command the power of engineering at a microscopic level? Unconsciously, granted, unlike you, and you strive to make your nearest fungal neighbors awaken a greater form of sentience, with limited success - their reasoning, it seems, is that if you form the highly sentient unit of their symbiotic relationship, why would they need to waste their resources on developing higher reasoning, like what you have tried to do now? Why not simply impress the needed function upon their forms, and let them take care of the rest? You're the demigod, after all.
With that, they recede their sentience and return to a more passive form of symbiosis with you.
OK, USE MY RACE-SENSES TO LOOK FOR OTHERS OF MY KIND ON THE PLANET I AM CURRENTLY RESIDING
[4] There are few. Your multifaceted nature mostly makes them irrelevant, so most of your peers, feeling your presence and possibly also feeling your dread power and sides of ill omen they can scarcely even imagine. But they are there, even if their counsel is dubious and their company less than entirely valuable.
Take control of the city of the maze. If successful, begin massing an army and make an alliance with the Shapers.
[5] The planet rebels against you, trying to swallow you up and crush you to a pulp at every turn. The people despise you unconditionally. Spiders habitually appear - not to kill you, but to annoy you and undo your works. You have heralded the return of the devilish Shapers. Nevertheless, you've got a good feeling. You buy up some of the most highly unprincipled mercenaries from among Tuk's faithful with loot from the Fourth Hero's estate, since the locals, as mentioned, are likely to slit your throat in your sleep, and enlist the aid of the gentle Shapers, who seem to have no real problem with you. Thus is forged the first Tyranny of the Maze, with you at the head of the currently widely hated regime. It's a bit of an uphill publicity battle, it need not be said, and your grasp on the city is tenuous at best, but you seem to have established a semblance of order after putting in far more effort than seems strictly worth it.
ungrateful tree. release myself from captivity. Escape my Ligneous Entombment.
[3] The New Tree is made of stern stuff, knitting itself around you tightly. If you were to escape, it would certainly suffer considerable damage, as you seem rather intimately integrated into its xylem. And though it is no doubt much less crafty than you (in fact, it is entirely non-sentient at the moment), it appears to have quite a few demidivine safety mechanisms specifically to prevent your escape or use of divine power to rearrange it. Not enough to prevent you if you put your all into the undertaking, though that may prove quite damaging to you as well.
hI am Dril. The Shapers formed me. I will attempt to become leader of the Shapers.
[6] You are Dril, or, as they call you in non-Shaper tongues, the flesh-pillar of ultimate wisdom, a slightly unsettling device gifted with abilities of sight and demidivine immortality, it is your task to assess the risks and potential rewards of certain actions, and then propose plans of action for the other Shapers, who admittedly aren't usually all that bright, to follow to the best of their ability. Your first recommendation, which is to support the fledgling Tyranny of Zil, goes over reasonably well, despite the unsightly name.
Grab a large chunk of the Crystalline element, and whatever matter that is unusable by the assimilation, and build a likeness of me, that is able to respond to my commands from afar, and then fling the boulder of crystal way into space, with my likeness, to steer and guide the crystal to a new world.
[6] Your plan of making a seeding expedition crewed by a likeness of the one person you trust goes perfectly nicely - you even manage to teach your likeness enough demidivine magic to facilitate transportation at a speed that doesn't take millions of years to reach anywhere nice. As the mission starts to progress, and the boulder is well underway, you learn that the likeness of you is indeed perfectly able to respond to any command you give it. The response, however, seems to mostly be of the same nature - vaguely amused and sinister inner laughter.
Eat and study and then will a bit. After that, ignore all of what I have learned to enjoy a bit of the glories of immortality mainly that of baking a seafood cake and habitually watching my back
[5] You're pretty sure nobody wants to kill you
yet, which is good. Mostly it's just the top science guys trying to play immature pranks on you, probably in retaliation for you doing the same thing to them earlier. It's a vicious, but highly amusing cycle. Your marrow cake, a delicacy only those of the upper class may enjoy, is also much more delicious than you would expect, given your cooking skills. Must be the unidentified imp powder, key ingredient of all high class Mog'ipper cooking - an ingredient that you suspect is secret to all.
Try and see if I still have creative power.
If you still have the what now? The preserve's doing what you want it to, by and large. Within reason. As long as nobody decides they're inconvenienced by it overmuch, or that it spoils their view of the omnipresent light.
Offer to prove my identity by fighting their champion. Tap into my demidivine War and Death aspects to kill whatever champion my faithful send against me.
[3] This doesn't seem entirely acceptable to them, not least of all because Champions of Tuk and anybody they'd ever begotten or even had casual relations with got purged in the ascension of the monarchy. They do like the idea of you killing something, though. How about bringing back the head of the Tyrant of the Maze? Or at least the lips of each and every one of his mercenary warriors? Or both, even? That'd seem useful enough that it wouldn't even matter if you were Tuk or not, you'd be worthy of some healthy reverence either way.
Eat from the tree. Meditate to find my purpose
[3] You have no purpose, you think as you gaze upon the universe after tasting the fruit. You have but three options. The first is suicide. The second is transcendence through ascribing yourself an arbitrary purpose. And the third is to live life and enjoy it without regard to its pointlessness. All three seem adequate to solve your problem, really.
A lost avatar, the only evidence that it's creator ever existed aside from a multitude of failed projects, floats among the dead void creatures, feeding on their corpses. To it, there might be no hope left, no reason to continue living off the flesh of its dead brothers
Yet, there is still the progeny of anathema, some still surviving the plague. If the shapeless avatar wishes to preserve what voidlife has yet to be touched by the plague, it must act soon
It decides that maybe those demigods in the galactic center could help, and goes there to seek their aid in exterminating the void plague
((no wonder this game is called inexorable, eh? That turn was brutal, I'm eager to see what happens next.))
[6] On the tail of Seeches' ill-advised break-in, you move into the tower as well, beastly, hungry, desperate - the ninety or so demigods confine you in a highly elaborate cage first of all, fearing possible retaliation, and it is a while before anyone comes to visit you for communication.
[2] You attempt to speak of the void plague at length, but it occurs to you that you have only the faintest idea of what it even is, or how you could possibly find it. Is it really a demigod-like figure? Or does it live in each of the infected? Do you have the void plague? You have not seen other voidlife, and have eaten freely of many corpses. The demigods of the Tower, not sure they'd like to find out what a void plague is through personal experience, elect to keep you in confinement for now on, maybe check for some symptoms. At one point you ask them how they'd know what a symptom is, and a wizened soil hunter looking at you through the shielded cage merely shrugs. You're guessing she expects magical boils.
So how's my favourite wiggly god doing? Still wiggling, I hope?
Since you had the brilliant idea to manifest, you're currently the largest bit of wiggly biomass still around. Mind you, now you can't leave this body anymore, but why would you want to in the first place?
[3] You're feeling a bit hungry, though. These interstellar distances you need to travel are kind of a downer now that you can't quite create new biomass to an unlimited degree. The ambient daylight helps you not starve to death, however.
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