Completely transform all NPCs, excluding werewolves, to cats.
[6] You place a curse on Yog-Neighoth that transforms those cursed into cats and draws on the power of the cursed person to transform other (non-werewolf and non-player) people into cats. It is immediately corrupted by eldritch power, but still quickly spreads across all of Earth.
Fold the mathematical mistakes into a bridge connecting all worlds.
[1] Your folding attempt causes you to stretch out at a pace that renders interstellar travel impossible without time travel.
Gather a band from the locals and play a deathgrind cover version of this song, which will be called "Blood_Librarian thinks Louis Armstrong Is Deathgrind."
[3] You produce some mediocre music.
Disable the other nations' militares' weaponry at super speed.
[6] You disassemble all military weaponry that doesn't belong to the Fortified City and make a makeshift radioactive wall around the Fortified City with the remains.
mine asteroids for metals
[1] You find that you're completely lacking in mining vessels and don't have anywhere near enough fuel to eat asteroids yourself.
"Nya nya nya!"
Kill and eat a rodent or other small animal.
[3] You kill a mouse, but some human steals it before you can eat it.
Try and get the cruise ship to dock at the port then commandeer it and inspect its contents.
Also why are werewolves still listed as dead in the stats?
The werewolves are listed as dead due to clerical error.
[5] You attract the cruise ship and take over, finding nothing important.
Excellent. (I'm not sure why I made that clause that I'm immune to harm from non players. Past me is weird.)
Land the helicopter and get out. Teleport the massively oversized and nearly indestructible greatsword into my possession.
[6] You rearrange the cosmos such that a greatsword is in your hand and Earth (but not the moon) is a few times farther away from the sun.
I WISH FOR INFINITE MOON FIRE IN THE FORM OF LIMITLESS FUSION POWER.
[1
+3] You create an everburning vortex of fusing hydrogen that occupies about half of the Moon's surface and is under your control.
Become an investment banker, make tons of money
[3] You go into finance but barely break even.
Restore ourselves to a less feline form.
[3] Both Yog-Neighoths lift the cat transformation curse upon themselves, but remain feline.
Secheral: Spent.
NRDL: Spent.
ziizo: Spent.
Egan_BW: Spent.
KittyTac: Spent.
King Zultan: Available.
wertyzerty: Spent.
CrocAndBearLover: Spent.
OceanSoul: Available.
Person: Spent.
Shadowclaw777: Spent.
Failbird105: Available.
Blood_Librarian: Spent.
Everywhere
All hypothetical felines not created by player action have been transformed into corgis.
All people have an evil clone.
Most people are somewhat terrified by space itself hissing.
Space is stretching at a rate that renders interstellar travel impossible without time travel.
Earth
Intact.
All non-werewolf canines have been replaced by feline counterparts.
Most corgi lovers are dead.
Nearly everyone except werewolves and players have been transformed into cats corrupted by eldritch power by a plague-like curse.
Almost all military weapons have been stolen and destroyed.
Far away from the sun.
In eternal winter.
Cruise Ship
Is perfectly fine.
In the port city.
Commandeered by King Zultan.
City
Is an ex-location.
Feliania
A nation of 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.
Has a movement to take over the world.
On extremely bad terms with the surrounding nation.
Paved with a stone of an ash-like eldritch color.
Surrounded by a makeshift and radioactive wall of disassembled weapons.
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.
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.
Dolphinia Prime
A planet inhabited by super strong death metal ninja dolphins.
Primitive compared to Earth.
Under the psychic control of CrocAndBearLover.
The Moon
In Earth's former orbit.
Half-covered in an everburning vortex of fusing hydrogen under Blood_Librarian's control.
Egan_BW
A street cat with kittens.
Can project forcefields that can cut anything within five feet or without a clearly-defined location.
KittyTac
Is Felius, god of cats.
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.
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.
The collective divine spirit of all werewolves.
Is incorporeal.
CrocAndBearLover
On Dolphinia Prime.
Knows karate.
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.
Is on Dolphinia Prime.
Is controlling the minds of the population of Dolphinia Prime.
NRDL
Dead.
Has access to the Speed Force. (And will retain this upon respawning.)
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.
Has a massively oversized and nearly indestructible greatsword that bypasses absolutely all defences other than normal distance and dodging.
OceanSoul
Dead.
Secheral
Transmutes anything they touch into melting butter with fully functioning nervous systems and minds. (Though they're techincially not touching anything in their current state.)
Is space.
Has no capacity to directly act on a small scale.
Shadowclaw777
A Master Director of the fortified city's branch of the Illuminati.
Is a six-winged corgi angel.
All attacks against corgis within a kilometre of them are nigh-instantaneously incinerated.
Can wield angelic magic on a city-wide scale.
Anyone who meets their gaze immediately bursts into soul-destroying flame
Failbird105
Dead.
Blood_Librarian
Has a mohawk and handgun.
In a rudimentary moon base with a group of extreme survivalists.
ziizo
Is an organic space city in the ruins of Earth.
Fully self-sustaining.
Heavily armed.
Contains an unhappy population.
Has some conventional housing and offices.
Covered in buildings that serve as ablative armor.
Doesn't have mining vessels.
wertyzerty
Does not physically interact with material objects.
Can float instead of flying into space or falling into the ground.
Has no material needs.
Is an investment banker.
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.
Outside of the fortified city, but incapable of entering it.
Currently transformed into cats.
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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