I try to understand why they are hapy where they are, and if I agree that's useful and functional. If not, I consider ways to help them realize they are not actually hapy where they are and explore what they can do to go fix it (and that portal)
5: Death is the end of a long journey, a chance to rest and guide the next generation. There are no others to guide, and so they stay here.
3:Attempts to convince them they are not happy don't seem to work all that well, more giving grumblings of annoyance. Their time is past.
Kill them all with my chi sword and get that tactical gear.
4: You cut through bodies like butter, alongside the tactical gear they're wearing. Eventually you find some for yourself.
3: While the police fail to make much headway against a dude with a sword, your name is not on the wanted list for the city.
Use the Transformation of the bag and transform into a horrid and mighty warform, many wings claws and arms extending from a massive firebreathing form! Then kill the man and any demons attempting to stop my escape into the air!
2+1: Your form is massive, firery, and still a slime. You attack all around you with fire explosions.
4: The Demons are amused and fireproof. The man is not but manages to escape the brunt of the flames anyway. At least you aren't getting shot as he dives for cover. You hop up... And hit your head on the tunnels ceiling. Slime membrane?
Convince the board that the right strategy is to employ the humans rather than kill or enslave them. Slaves make unhappy workers, and unhappy workers are not productive.
6-83: Your rousing words convince the board enough to promote you entirely. You and your workers are now paid in souls and directed to break through the goverment line preventing them from escaping into the wider world in greater search of profits. Try not to disappoint them yeah?
ARM AND ARMOUR SELF USING BODEGA SUPPLIES
CAN OF BEANS IN LARGE PLASTIC BAG = FLAIL, CRAFT FULL SUIT OF TORTILLA PLATE ARMOUR ETC
1-87: After many days at the Bodega, you try and craft armor out of bread. Sadly none of the people think you are sane and so you get piled on and put in chains.