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[Demonic Spoon]

Bid mournful farewell to our right pinkie.

[Lillipad]

Bid mournful farewell to our right pinkie.

Once we have enough territory, we'll give it a funeral. The funeral will have tears.

[Aklyon]

Some wake up, and one recognizes you as the former Emperor. The rest quickly wake after he starts shouting.
"My Liege! Finally, you've found us! Theres so very much to tell you about our plans, but...are you truely Emperor Reinheart? Many imposters have come before us, and have never been seen again. That looter you saw was the most recent. Impeccable actor, but still just an actor and not really you. It was a shame to quit him, but our secrecy must not be broken!" He yells the last part while crying a bit, but quickly continues. "Ar'ghz'nrr, the mutant you saw, is our technical gatekeeper, but he is not really one of us, so be on your toes near him, if you want to keep them." the apparent leader then stands up, unsheathes a rust red dagger, and points it at you.

"Now, Prove your id. Or else."

[Lillipad]

Pull out whatever id we have, then lick the dagger.

[Fniff]

Use your classic Emperor-like charm! Everyone knows how much of a jerk you ar you are so charming!

"I am your king. Now, suck a cock, attach a bomb to your chest and charge at the aliens shouting 'EVERYTHING OUTSIDE THE ATMOSPHERE IS A BASTARD!'"

Ah. Charming.

Pull out your id.

[quip]

Use your classic Emperor-like charm! Everyone knows how much of a jerk you ar you are so charming!

"I am your king. Now, suck a cock, attach a bomb to your chest and charge at the aliens shouting 'EVERYTHING OUTSIDE THE ATMOSPHERE IS A BASTARD!'"

Ah. Charming.

There's our ID.

[Aklyon]

"I am your king. Now, suck a cock, attach a bomb to your chest and charge at the aliens shouting 'EVERYTHING OUTSIDE THE ATMOSPHERE IS A BASTARD!'"

"Yep, without a doubt, this is Emperor Reinheart. Who else would say that so easily?" He makes a quick minibow and then tosses formality to the side, since that was how we ran our court back then.
"Hey, what did you want to know about?"

[Fniff]

"I want to start...A rebellion that at most will annoy the aliens and make them piss off. I need help. Can you help your noble and awesome emperor with your terrible feeble resources?"

[Aklyon]

"Probably not. But we've got a good amount of Qwob, secrecy, and a couple decent hackers here, so we'll see what we can do. Have any extra Qwob we could take?"

[Fniff]

Mutter something about filthy beggars, then give them the Qwob.

"Alright, do you have any terrible terrible craftsmen? I think you do, because you are a bunch of failures in need of a ruler. Like me. I have a plan that involves death, horrific torture and glory."

[Aklyon]

One of the others grabs the money and stuffs it in a decently filled bag.
"Craftsmen are all too interested in their money to bother helping us. Maybe later. Your plan doesn't sound any worse than ours, so out with it, dude.
Oh yeah, and I'm Luke, former leader of this bunch."

Total Qwob available to the rebellion atm: $3000

[Aklyon]

Well, Do we have a plan?

[Fniff]

Right.

Torture random people into giving their lives as suicide bombers. Throw them against the aliens. Hopefully, the aliens will be too exhausted to take any more suicide bombers by the time we are done with them.

Roleplaying as a sick bastard is fun!

[Aklyon]

(I'd had aimed for more of a lazy ruler who likes explosions, but close enough, I guess)

You draw Ar'ghz'nrr towards you as you start threatening random people. They take whatever you give them to get away from Ar'ghz'nrr, which in this case, is bombs.

Spoiler: Stolen Newspaper, Next Day (click to show/hide)

LUNATICS CAUSE MASS WRECKAGE, BLAME MUTANT.
HUNT FOR MUTANTS RETURNS!
STOCK PRICES IN SECURITY RISES!

[Fniff]

Increase amounts of suicide bombers.