Just brute force change the Immunisers with my biologically altering gaze, transform them into hunter-killer microbes that destroy their own kind.
[3] Your angered gaze causes all exposed immunizers to self-terminate.
respawn somewhere
You reappear in the fortified city.
Crawl to safety and spin up a cocoon.
[6] You construct an elaborate eldritch shrine-cocoon and pray to be remade. You are transformed into a beautiful and gigantic non-euclidean hoofed butterfly, your wings glowing like a life-twisting kaleidoscope.
Teleport to nearest potentially inhabited planet and offer the aliens to join Feliania and turn into talking cats.
[6] They welcome you as the mythical Hoofed Destroyer, who's arrival heralds the destined time for them to usher in the end of days. They seem to have expected the Hoofed Destroyer to arrive after they developed wormhole travel, however.
Create an impossibly huge (size of the Eurasia) osmium statue of George W. Bush in the stratosphere (and falling from it). Watch how it destroys Eurasian continent, or maybe the whole world.
[1] You conjure a massive osmium statue on top of yourself. While it cannot harm you, it's still inconvenient.
Have every one in the port city help build a big space ship around the city.
[5] You construct a large spacecraft and a launch pad for it with the aid of the port city's population.
Get higher up in the ranks into Illuminati Master Director
[5] You apply for the position of Master Director and are accepted. Though you're not completely trusted by the Illuminati due to your inexperience.
Order my forces to advance into China and protect the fortified city with another wall of fire and wind.
[2 vs. 6] Your control over your army is interrupted by a Chinese ICBM and the former members of your army are driven away from China or eradicated with nuclear flame. Respawn?
Hunt down Secheral and destroy it!
[5 vs. 5] You manage to cripple one of Secheral's wings, but fail to slay them before you're twisted into a mindless flesh-lump. Respawn?
WITH MY EXCELLENT PLANNING, INVADE THE MOON BY USING MY FICTIONAL GROUP OF ELITE BACKERS TO SEND ME AND AN ELITE GROUP OF SURVIVALISTS TO LIVE ON THE MOON FOR EXTENDED PERIODS.
[5] You travel to the moon with a group of extreme survivalists and set up camp around your lander.
Secheral: Available.
NRDL: Available.
ziizo: Available.
Egan_BW: Available.
KittyTac: Available.
King Zultan: Available.
wertyzerty: Available.
CrocAndBearLover: Available.
OceanSoul: Available.
Person: Available.
Shadowclaw777: Available.
Failbird105: Available.
Blood_Librarian: Available.
Everywhere
All hypothetical felines not on Earth are replaced by corgis.
All people have an evil clone.
Earth
All non-werewolf canines have been replaced by feline counterparts.
Most corgi lovers are dead.
Cruise Ship
Is perfectly fine.
City
Is an ex-location.
Feliania
A nation of talking ex-cat corgis. (Except one city, which is populated by talking cats.)
Ruled by KittyTac.
Ex-cellar Palace
The personal palace of KittyTac.
Was a cellar.
Fortified City
Will be safe and prosperous forevermore.
Has improved taxation, infrastructure, social programs, and healthcare.
Current respawn location.
Low on artillery.
Port City
Is inhabited exclusively by werewolves.
Run by a heretical theocracy in the name of King Zultan.
Everyone in it likes King Zultan.
Fortified.
Has a large spaceship on a launchpad.
Orbital City
Fully self-sustaining.
Heavily armed.
Damaged by missile strikes.
Administrated.
Earth Orbit
Contains a massively oversized and nearly indestructible greatsword that bypasses absolutely all defences other than normal distance and dodging.
Mars
Has a cat-manned mission on it.
Omnicidal Alien Civilization
A highly advanced alien civilization.
Worships Yog-Neighoth as the Hoofed Destroyer.
Believe that they must bring about the end of days when the Hoofed Destroyer returns.
Falsely believe that KittyTac is the Hoofed Destroyer.
Don't know what hooves look like.
Incapable of faster than light travel.
Egan_BW
A mindless flesh lump, and so effectively dead.
KittyTac
Has a helicopter.
Is Felius, god of cats.
Has a robot.
The ruler of Feliania.
Is nearly immune to every weapon humanity has.
Extremely resistant to attacks no mortal could survive.
Gains power from worship and has the power of all other cats several times over.
Worshipped by Feliania.
Slightly wounded.
On a planet populated by omnicidal aliens.
King Zultan
Is the deposed pilot of the airliner.
Does not need to roll for routine piloting actions.
Has a vehicle made by welding together about twenty cars.
Friends with the werewolves.
The collective divine spirit of all werewolves.
Is incorporeal.
CrocAndBearLover
Under a inconvenient and very large osmium statue.
The president of Mexico.
Knows karates.
Worshipped by everyone in Mexico and the USA as a god.
The god-president of the US.
Is the elder eldritch god of mind control, architecture, and life.
Immune to physical harm.
Can control any mortal on the same planet.
Can create buildings of any size or complexity with a gesture.
Can fully heal any mortal of any affliction, including death.
NRDL
Is being hunted by assassins sent by the fortified city.
Can cure any affliction with a bit of medical care.
In a war-torn city.
Twists all organic life they stare at to their whims.
Surrounded by soldiers who have been assimilated into the Friendliness Hivemind.
Infected by Friendliness Immunizers, a disease which immunizes their hosts against biological mind control.
wertyzerty
Has a lot of people willing to work for them.
Has a large fortified town.
Dead.
Person
Can teleport everyone or everything at will.
Has a military helicopter.
Can create additional identical bodies for themself. All bodies are controlled by a hive mind.
Has some bodies almost inside a war-torn city.
Their helicopter is a few kilometres away from a war-torn city.
Cannot be harmed except as a direct result of a player's action.
Cannot directly interact with non-player people.
OceanSoul
Can regrow the body parts of anyone he touches, including heads and the like..
Can add or remove any curse of were-ism with a touch.
Near a spatial distortion.
Secheral
Transmutes anything they touch into melting butter with fully functioning nervous systems and minds.
A gigantic non-euclidean hoofed butterfly with wings that glow with chaotic life-twisting light.
In the wilderness near the fortified city.
Is incapable of flight due to a crippled wing.
Shadowclaw777
A Master Director of the fortified city's branch of the Illuminati.
Failbird105
Is a demonic mime.
Any material object they mime effective exists until they stop miming it.
Muffles sound with their presence.
Is in Paris.
Blood_Librarian
Has a mohawk and handgun.
In a rudimentary moon base with a group of extreme survivalists.
Cultists
A small cult, presumably worshipping something which demands blood sacrifices.
On a cruise ship.
Dead, with one exception. (Who is no longer a member.)
Had a damaged altar.
Baggage-zombies
No longer exist.
Werewolves
An army of werewolves inside a port city.
Decimated by the police force of said city.
Has disbanded and spread into the general population.
Yog-Neighoth
An apocalyptically powerful eldritch unicorn god and her evil clone.
Is the All-Pony and Bane of Atlantis.
Created by Secheral.
Lacks a physical body.
Has an utterly indestructible soul.
Corgi Revolution
Mercilessly slaughtered by feline oppressors.
Space city AIs
An oppressive AI overlord and their evil clone.
Were the gods of justice.
Dead.
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