Curse this blasted cliché writer with that incurable case of heroic couplets I promised earlier.
Steal that Balrog's raw power in order to become, well, more powerful. Preferably without stealing the evil that usually comes with it.
[6] You decide to absorb the Maia essence of the Balrog, and you effectively become an angelic being. About the whole darkness thing....
I know you can hear me. a voice says from beyond the pale.
escape from the prison via off-screen awesomeness
[5] Using the powers of the camera not being focused on you, you appear outside of the prison without any indication of how you actually escaped. Suck it, audience!
Return to Moscow.
[2] You successfully return to Moscow, which unfortunately is slightly under siege. By Communist era tanks and soldiers. Wait, what?
Magically deciphering the situation, you sense multiple time portals having opened up. Apparently, these future soldiers have completely divorced themselves from the time stream, and for whatever reason have decided to attack their forebears, which they can without worrying about temporal existence-ending bullshit.
The siege of Moscow is now.
Requisition the following:
Matter Unmaker: Wand which fires a beam that destroys any matter which was created magically. Said matter does not have to currently have any magical effects.
Shield Overcharge: Gives +3 to resist magic effects for one turn. Needs 1d6 turns to recharge.
The Shield Overcharge will give +2, +3's a bit too OP. It makes literally every defense against magic advantageous. A +2 even on a [1] roll will just make it a stalemate.
Other than that, you get your requisitioned items. Make sure to remind me that you actually have these, cause I am going to forget.
Use a mind trick to help designers find their metaphorical legs, so they can start mass producing weapons for the army already.
Summon a couple of blueprints; first is for main battle tank, which is basically M1 Abrams with two linked guns, and the second one for a self-propelled artillery on base of Katyusha. They'll be called "Bull Shark" and "Hellstorm", respectively.
Give the blueprints to Ground Vehicles Manufacturing Bureau and tell them to focus on developing & mass producing "Bull Sharks" and "Hellstorms".
[4+1]
[5+1]
[6+1] ( oh lawdy )
With some mental coaxing, full production for your general munitions proceeds at full speed. Your army is pretty well equipped, all things considered.
You get not only blueprints, but also conjure up working prototypes.
Building from the prototypes, mass produced version of your Bullsharks and Hellstorms come rolling off the production line. However, a few problems pop up. Certain Reality Cops have decided a bit of interventionism is required, and have sent in covert ops to steal your tanks. They've uploaded compatible AI into the tanks, and now the tanks are speeding off into various portals off-world, and any attempt to actually stop them is being met with resistance from the tanks in question.
Mass violent caffeination of zealots it is then. Amen.
[1] You are about to release the Plagues of Caffeine but before you do so you find your consciousness buffeted by multiple gravitational anomalies. It appears the Empire's started unleashing Black Hole Bombs on you. Even for a multidimensional godlike being such as yourself, that shit
hurts.
Summon the Obese Fast Food Eater of Death aganist the Health Inspector of Doom
[5]
Managing to magically restore your body to working condition, you conjure up the natural enemy of Health Inspectors: the uncaring customer. The Obese Fast Food Eater of Death shows up, immediately eating everything in the near vicinity, including obviously unsafe materials, enraging the Health Inspector.
The two do battle! [6] vs [1] By the time it's over, the Health Inspector is inside the Fast Food Eater's stomach. Battle won! Unfortunately, the Eater is still eating literally everything, you may wanna take care of that.
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