"let's see if that shield protects you from indirect magic"
magically create a hole under edgan
"Hahaha, you think that shit's gonna work?!"
Deflect the hole spell to appear under ziizo's feet.
[4] vs [2+1]
Ziizo blasts a pulse of magic right under Egan's feet, attempting to create a hole underneath him. Egan tries to intercept, his shield humming to life due to the magical nature of the attack, but his timing is off, and all of a sudden several feet of concrete disappear, and Egan tumbles into a hole.
Looking around, Egan could probably jump and reach the edges of the newfound pit he's found himself in,
but he'd be facing a penalty to any action if ziizo decides to attack, be it magical or physical in means.
After spending a turn gloriously taking the view in, descend the Endless Stair to find that blasted staff so I can be Gandalf of the Good Character Development, rather than Gandalf the Blank Paper of Confusingly Vague Character.
(The Endless Stair goes from the top of Zirakzigil to the literal bottom of the world.)
[1] Descending the tallest tower of the highest peak, you can't help but hear something move in the snow below.
No. Oh for God's sake come on. The thing was dead! Who the hell's writing this shit? This is the most cliche thing to happen, you think to yourself.
So yeah, the Balrog's back to life. It's flame is flickering, still trying to get a nice blaze going. It looks up, and sees you.
Use TRUE COPYRIGHT MAGIC to copyright the idea of anything like the god grinder so that no one can make one, nor even myself.
The above.
[6] ( you and your copyright bullshit )
You completely succeed. The god blender disappears, and now it is no longer an action that is available to anyone. It's not like Xantalos has even been active in this game for a while, so who would even want to at this point, amirite.
((If you feed them material ((including dirt or body waste)) they can produce anything on their database, for the purpose of this, they can make anythign these people could buy but it wont cost anything))
Distribute the machines so that every comunity has one, and warn that if one person tries to hog it, then I will bring the wrath of Anarchocommunalism down upon them
[5] You proceed to teleport the C-machines to just about every community on the continent, with a pre-packaged holographic note saying that anybody who attempts to use this godlike machine for too much personal gain, will face severe consequences.
You are making a ridiculous amount of headway in your goal to rid scarcity.
Slowly, but surely extend my influence.
[2] Hmm, looks like you've hit a snag. Apart from the first few dozen planets, which have fallen completely under your Caffeinated sway, the rest of the Empire's numerous state sponsored religions have taken severe action. Any Sarrakian Coffee-lover is being persecuted to death, if they are found emigrating or evangelising to new planets within the Empire.
You may need to intervene before hostilities ramp up.
Reverse the magic flow; that is, start draining Baba Yaga's magic through the leg.
[5] You decide to take a page out of a cheap sci-fi story and reverse the polarity. Restoring your own power, it's your turn to start laughing when the Chicken-legged house clearly starts weakening, until eventually the flesh melts off the bone, and the house tumbles down.
Stepping outside, Baba Yaga, with a very distinctive scarf wrapped around her face, can only stare at you in contempt.
"You've ruined my home. I'm done fighting. Do you still want this?"
She brandishes the Soul of Russia, the glowing sphere that started all this.
"I will return it to you on the condition that you never
use it or any of your other power against me. Fighting with you is too costly."
Do you accept?
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