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[Dustan Hache]

[3] You managed to remove his arm. Then his other arm. Then his legs. All that is left is a torso that can talk and crawl around using it's teeth. HE JUST WON'T DIE THOUGH!

I attempt to build a second wonder just to taunt you all.

[LordBrassroast]

[6] You build the Parthenon! However, it's too big and collapses. Both your legs are broken and 9,001 peasant workers died or were paralyed.

I attempt to bite the guy who beat me to death.

[chaotic skies]

[5] You bite of his leg. Then his other leg. Then his arms. Then, with a loud screech from his corpse, you tear his head off his body. Body parts are flying, the children are crying, and women are screaming.

I attempt to cover the world in an invulnerable, inch-thick layer of pure gold.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

(1) you fail miserably and end up turning yourself into a gold statue forced to starve to death trapped in your golden prison.
I attempt to attain godhood and become moderator of the forums

[Nakéen]

[4] Following LordBrassroast example, you only manage to attain Demi-Godhood though. But this is more than enough to become a moderator of the RTD subforum.

Following my tragic and gory death, I reform myself as a being made of Holy Less-Sticks !

[Dustan Hache]

[3] You reform, but find yourself only half made. You only have one arm and one leg.

I attempt to get Nakeen to give me the second half of my fastaction'd turn in YAAM.

[Nakéen]

[2] The GM is unyielding ! But he is writing it at the moment, so you wait patiently.

I attempt to write said fast action.

[chaotic skies]

[5] You write the action, and do it well!

I try to find an excuse for being here

[Roc CURIOUSBEAST_EATER]

[6] You mange to find one, which is annoying gods. One god decides to curse you.

I sell the perfect right angle parts for $$$

[Yoink]

[1] You set up a stall on the side of the road and attempt to peddle your wares to travellers, but unfortunately for you those mighty fine perfect-right-angle-parts catch the eye of some less savoury types. You are robbed, badly beaten, and left lying in a roadside ditch without your money, your perfect-right-angle-parts or your dignity. Oh, and a lot of your teeth.

I fervently hope that this is one of those time-travel universes where killing your past self doesn't cause you to suddenly stop existing, given that I ran over my past self with the bandwagon not long ago.

[MoonyTheHuman]

I begin on my adventure of turning the world intonthe moon, one rock at a time.
I attempt to cover the earth in moon(ythehuman) rocks.
(Oops, rolling)
[1] Time trolls you again, you are mowed over by mutliple bandwagons from the past and future

[Nakéen]

[5] With fervent and unbreakable rigor, you begin turning the Earth into a Moon, by pulling moon rocks out of nowhere and swapping the terrestrial rocks with them. You then throw said rocks in your mysterious hyperspace bag from which you pull moon rocks. After a long journey, every surface rock has been replaced. The Earth is now blue and white from space.

I attempt to use stick magic to save Yoink from space-time erasure and bandwagon mowing !

[MoonyTheHuman]

 [1] Time screws up and you find yourself in a alternate timeline, you are being mowed by timewarping giant binded holy sticks

[FallacyofUrist]

I attempt to fire a nuke at MoonyTheHuman. I don't need to be alive to do that, right?

[AbstractTraitorHero]

3:you killed his dog!
Gain a waifu