Take over NASA and spread Feliania to other planets.
[3] You arrange for NASA to send an expedition manned by feline astronauts to mars soon. (i.e. within a few months.)
Go use my big sword to slay the paranoid authoritarian god of justice AI, and the evil paranoid authoritarian god of justice AI, slaughtering everything that stands in my way.
[6 vs. 6] You throw the sword through the AI cores. They counterattack by detonating a few missiles under you before it hits. Respawn?
Repair the damage to the port city and reestablish the police force.
[5] Done.
Stare at microorganisms in the air and alter them to be Friendliness Spores. These spores will increase the compassion, friendliness, and cooperation of everyone that breathes them in, apart from myself.
[6] The
Friendliness Hivemind asks why you don't want to join them after subsuming a few nearby soldiers.
Touch things. Touch everything.
[6] You touch the police and they touch back with anti-materiel rounds. They seem to think they might need artillery.
walk in a random direction until something happens
[6] You wander onto a military base and they promptly fire warning shots in your general direction.
Mind-control wertyzerty's army, causing them to retire and become hippies.
[2] They refuse to disband and declare you a false god.
START A GROUP OF LOYAL HYPER-TERRORISTS, WHO ARE ESSENTIALLY THE BEST OF THE BEST TERRORISTS OF EVERY TERROR GROUP THERE IS. OUR FIRST GOAL WOULD BE WORLD PEACE BY CIVILIZATION DISASSEMBLY.
[2] None of the terrorist organisations you contact are interested.
get into a (non-lethal) mime duel with my clone.
[5 vs. 3] You win. It's pretty entertaining, too.
I wish I that I gained additional actions based on the number of copies of myself there are. This need not be a 1 to 1 ratio.
If that's not allowable, I'll do this instead. I wish I was completely immune to damage or other forms of harm from non-player sources.
Either way, my action is as follows. Keep making copies of myself inside the Wartorn city. If I need to travel to the city first, have all my backup bodies teleport there.
Multiple actions per turn is not permitted due to extremely high potential for GM overwork. (And your wish counts as your action for the turn.)
[3
+3] You can no longer be harmed except as a direct result of a player's action and cannot directly interact with non-player people.
Notes soonish.Secheral: Spent.
NRDL: Spent.
ziizo: Spent.
Egan_BW: Spent.
KittyTac: Spent.
King Zultan: Spent.
wertyzerty: Available.
CrocAndBearLover: Spent.
OceanSoul: Available.
Person: Spent.
Shadowclaw777: Spent.
Failbird105: Available.
Blood_Librarian: Spent.
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.
Port City
Is inhabited exclusively by werewolves.
Run by a heretical theocracy in the name of King Zultan.
Everyone in it likes King Zultan.
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
Egan_BW
Dead.
KittyTac
Has a helicopter.
Is Felius, god of cats.
Has a robot who is lost inside their palace.
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.
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
In a hospital near Los Pinos.
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.
wertyzerty
Is a archmage with vast control over fire and wind.
Has a lot of people willing to work for them.
Has a large fortified town with a skilled military.
In Moscow.
Can teleport anywhere at will.
Controls Moscow and the surrounding area.
Controls the entire Russian nuclear arsenal.
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
Is an eldritch shrine-golem-horse hybrid.
Employed as mobile housing.
Transmutes anything they touch into melting butter with fully functioning nervous systems and minds.
In a fight with the police of the fortified city.
Shadowclaw777
Very dead.
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.
ziizo
In an unfriendly military base.
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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