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[Cheesecake]

You are incredibly BORED. School is going to last forever. Like seriously. You don't know why it lasts forever. So until then you and your overactive (and secretly potent) imagination are free to run amok.

Break the monotony! What adventure are you dreaming about?

[~Neri]

You are a mischievous fox in your adventure. Trying to steal apples from a merchant.

[Xantalos]

be an badass giant robot flying dinosaur kung fu fighter fighting the evil armies of Professor Brodeom

[a1s]

You are the last true human on earth (as far as you know, yada, yada, as plot demands) while everyone else has been replaced by pod-people (I mean, seriously, how can they just sit there and listen to this old fart talk?) You try to figure out a plan to defeat them, while not letting on that you know. (eh, a bit of LARP never hurt anyone)

[Andres]

be an badass giant robot flying dinosaur kung fu fighter fighting the evil armies of Professor Brodeom

+1

[Cheesecake]

You are a devious little fox, stealing from an unsuspecting merchant. Except, the merchant spots you! Except except, it isn't a merchant!



GASP! It's Professor Boredom! The one who turned all of the people on earth into pod-people! The fiend! But you also have something else up your sleeve. As the last human on Earth, that automatically makes you the good guy, so you are preprogrammed for awesome. And everything you make is awesome. Like this kitsune-mecha!



Professor Boredom, prepare to be known as Professor BoreDOOMED!

[~Neri]

FIRE THE MOTHERFUCKING LASERTAILS!

[Demonic Spoon]

Realize the futility of war. Settle your differences by playing a children's card game.

[Andres]

FIRE THE MOTHERFUCKING LASERTAILS!

+1, followed by:

playing a shadow children's card game.

FTFY

[Demonic Spoon]

Realize the classroom is merely a metaphorical representation for limbo-purgatory that your mind conjured up, and thus you are already dead.

[a1s]

FIRE THE MOTHERFUCKING LASERTAILS!

at the

shadow children

They're the ones controlling professor BoreDome!

[Andres]

FIRE THE MOTHERFUCKING LASERTAILS!

at the

shadow children

They're the ones controlling professor BoreDome!

-1

[Cheesecake]

Let slip the dogs fox of war.



As the first shots are fired, the entire world is plunged into darkness. Legions of unrelenting robotic automatons on both sides lay waste to the lush green fields, slaughtering innocents, orphaning children, widowing women, breaking the hopes and wills of men. That pathetic orb of light is not the moon. No, it is the husk of the sun, who long died of a broken heart.



As the decisive blow is about to strike, time stills, obeying its master. Inches away from utter annihilation, inches away from victory, time stills.



What was the point of that daydream? Of all that war? Wouldn't you prefer playing some card games? Especially shadow card games?



Yes, you definitely would.

[Andres]

Play some god cards.

((By the way, that sun husk part was actually pretty good poetry.))

[a1s]

Play Athena. Then tap it to draw another card.