The GM's front doorstep is on mars? Weird.
Look for the doorstep.
[6]
You use your eagle-sharp vision to spot it. It's back on Earth.
Continue beating back the Booze Demons!
[2]
The booze demons generally beat the shit out of everyone and everything, pushing you back to the parliament building.
AGAIN!!!!WITH THOSE EARRINGS THAT FUSE PEOPLE TOGETHER!!!!
[3]
No dice.
...Shit. Looks like I should leave all the way.
Manifest personal Torch-Drive cruiser from Hammerspace.
[1]
Hammerspace is filled with nothing but cheese and potato-based foods.
Yeah, sorry about that.Present evidence so sound, so incriminating, so perfect, that the GM will have to be incarcerated for his crimes, regardless of his position in the courtroom.
[3]
You call him a monkey-faced scoundrel, and provide solid evidence. Unfortunately, the jury is full of monkeys, who take great offense in between throwing shit at each other.
Long story short you're in monkey jail for two years for hate crimes and dodging incoming shitballs.
Force the bullets into them.
[6]
Now they are full of bullets, as is the piloting console.
EAT MARS
[5]
And there goes Mars.
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[3]
You manage to hold the area around the parliament.
"Time for plan B!"
Activate SAS!
[1]
Well now...
Long story short, you've crashed in the middle of a war.
Be stylish being unconscious.
[4]
Damn that's some fancy ass lack of awareness.
Now,
Begin saving up money from doing a paper round!
[2]
Your money is stolen by gremlins.
Why?
Why won't they wake?
....
Of course, I should have known... I cannot create life, only it can!
My brothers, the Apple of Diamonds, the Coconut of Spades.... they are stillborn.
This mission, given to me by it is mine to undertake alone.
Fashion a robe from a bandanna to wear. Wander the wastes of the city preaching to survivors about the glory of it!
[3]
Alas, you lack a mouth. And a way to move around.
Sacrafice myself for my fellow forum people's sins and once again be one with God.
[3]
People keep asking why it didn't work last time. Is it because you came back to life twice?
Point out that particles smashing things to bits is Not disintegration. Disintegration is the complete deletion of matter from existence without any annihilation energy output.
[2]
To quote Google, my irradiated ash pile friend:Disintergration
/dɪsˌɪntɪˈɡreɪʃ(ə)n/
- the process of losing cohesion or strength.
"the twin problems of economic failure and social disintegration" - the process of coming to pieces.
"the disintegration of infected cells"
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