Issue a law that states ALL lemons that are in a family are illegal to be eaten if that clan is under the government's protection.
And lemon's family is under my protection.
[5]
The lemon massacre is finally over.
ATTEMPT IT! AGAIN!
[2]
Now it just steps on them. They must not taste nice.
Drop the baseline academic targets!
[4]
They drop by a single rung. Success?
NOW I FOUND OUT HOW TO REROLL! ROLL A 5 AND EAT MARCH
[6]
You roll a [5], and successfully eat a month. As a month is just symbolic, everyone just ignores the incident and continues on.
Construct those additional pylons.[/center]
[1]
Not enough minerals."ShitShitShit"
Stabilize the ship!
[3]
Spaceships are hard, man. You're still airborne, though, so that's something.
Get off the ground, dust myself off, and find a spaceship to forcefully board!
[3]
You forcefully board a spaceship, and they force several bullets into your colon.
Grow wings and fly off in search of more Dapper Spiders.
[1]
Spiders don't have wings, you silly!
Start drinking the booze around me! Become drunk! Do drunk things! Like drunken boxing!
[3]
You pass out from overconsumption.
Attack the booze demons with my golem army, using luck magic to boost our success!
[1]
The booze demons beat your ass so miserably they regain all of their old territories.
Become the messiah
[5]
Well, you're Jesus now. Have fun with that.
Continue leaving the city's vicinity. Wonder if I'll run into a military checkpoint anytime soon.
[4]
Not a thing. Everyone else on the planet seems to be devoted to leaving it.
Go to court and sue the GM for watering down everyone's H20.
[1]
The GM is the judge.
ahahhahahahah, what a scrubBe momentarily stunned by newfound sensory input.
...
No. The universe does not know the glory of it! There will be time for rest when all serve it.
Channel mana into my fellow cards. Make them into Disciples of it!
[1]
No luck. Poop.
Walk up the GM's front doorstep.
[1]
You wake up on Mars.
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