NOW MAKE MY OWN SCYTHER-GIGALISK BODY AND POSSES IT!!!
[4]
You get inside, and are filled with the urge to serve
it.
Make way to the land.
[4]
You barely make it, flopping up on the beach.
Construct and mount improvised weapons for my new spaceplane using the remaining spare parts, and of course the Kzinti Lesson's philosophy. {Rocket engine = flamethrower; interstellar vessel's fusion torch = ass-mounted nuclear cannon}
[6]
Your tinkering overloads the nuclear reactor. Shit.
Continue body reconstruction
[1]
You lack additional body parts. Rats.
EAT THE SUN!!!
[3]
You attempt to eat the Sun. The Sun, however, does not want to be eaten, and burns your face off. Huh. Who thought the 4.6 billion year old active nuclear explosion would be hard to eat?
Shoot a projectile vomit-laser at the bladed arm monster.
[3]
It literally reflects off the blades, knocking a plane out of the sky.
Sinvara chitters. Killing fictional beings is fine, destroying and creating real universes for shits and giggles is not, I therefor propose that we have a new GM take your place."
Provide a list with the name of every player of We Are Our Avatars III on it, except for Poketwo.
Here is who I suggest could do well as a replacement GM, they would never go mad with power.
[2]
I haven't done anything. If no-one had moved, the world would be fine. Every death that occurs in your presence is your own fault. I'm not the monster here, you are, and the audience loves every second of it.
Besides, since when did microbes have rights? They don't, and neither do you.'
"Real is what we define as real."
Make it so that everybody can only roll ones.
[2]
No dice.
What you call "real" is merely an illusion. Like time. As a two dimensional object only sees a cross section of a three dimensional object, a three dimensional object (such as yourself) only sees a cross section of the four dimensional object you call "time". Every action you make has already been predetermined in an object I can physically pick up and hurl at a wall.((the best bit is the dimensional stuff is actually our current understanding of the universe, enjoy the fact that there's no such thing as free will because every choice you make is controlled by the chemical reactions in your brain))
Unknowing of my friend and partner's unfortunate demise, I will chase after RoboFox on my personal yacht!
[1]
You don't have a yacht. Plus the Gigalisk just ate Robofox and stole some of the cybernetics.
Continue the struggle!
[6]
The demons are defeated! Maybe because the towering gigalisk pair just ate them all.
Worth it. ASSESS WOUNDS! AGAIN! 
[5]
Apparently you were actually fine the whole time. Silly eyes.
Break out of the booze hive!
[1]
Nope, you're stuck.
Attract GM with potato chips.
[5]
Well, that worked.
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