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what if i play as the penitent thief from the bible

Considering Niké's domain closer, he also says: Fascinating creatures you have there. Would you mind extending my Gift of Flowers to them? It seems appropriate. Please also give them some of my plants, with which I would be more than happy to furnish you. Such creatures as these deserve to know of the God of Beauty, even if only in name.

If you extend these gifts to them, I will be happy to tell them of the recipient.

(Tell the Robi to worship Nefertem, also, as well)

The interns are dead. If any still survived it's because they haven't used the pentagram and met a faceful of the deathfield yet.

Mijimeki grunts, moving forward and wrapping a single arm around Kanade's shoulder in an uncharacteristic noogie. "Don't do that again," he says to her, before shifting his head to Aoi in a nod. "Call if you need help with her."

Build and install a REAP-O-MATIC 8000 to help you reap the dead souls that you've basically just ignored for the past 10 turns.

[6]

You are currently in the depths of a temperate forest, employing the reluctant help of a horrific mindflayer demon in order to track down a bone giant which you mistakenly created. You are doing this in order to finally put a stop to all of the troubles it has been causing you, reaching a climax when it smashed directly to Earth, horrifying all involved.

Time to create another aide to your job! Worked so well last time, didn't it?

You set to work immediately, foraging for sticks, stones and grasses with which to build your ingenious machine. No human would be able to create this, but you are able to because fuck dude, you're Death. The mindflayer demon (lets call him Flayguy) takes a look at you, reads your mind, and promptly facepalms his squid head. You ignore this rampant showing of disrespect as you start weaving a basket like some sort of muscular, primitive technomancer. Except you have no muscles because you are a skeleton.

Thirty minutes pass. The REAP-O-MATIC 8000, as nondescript as it is, looks nondescriptly magnificent. The mindflayer demon is pretending to file his nails in boredom, having given up and pointing you towards the horror, sounds of gunfire and explosions, and more horror. You do your thing and bring it to undeath - this would not have worked if the leaves and sticks it was made out of were still alive, but thankfully your touch kills all in its wake. It whirs to activeness, spinning around with a terrible creaking of sticks and rubbing of sharpened stones. It sets to work, intent on destroying all life.

You shuffle slightly uncomfortably as it churns. This isn't what you expected - flies begin dropping out of the air around it as the grass wilts, rots, and disappears entirely, the dirt it was on growing gray and sterile, before being crushed into sand altogether. You seem to be immune to its effects, but the mindflayer has barely enough time to get up before the circle of complete death reaches him and turns the squid-demon into a squid-corpse. And then a squid-skeleton and he's gone. Shit. You think you needed him for something but you can't remember what anymore.

In the distance, you spot a small dot on the horizon that quickly grows into a bloody, leathery piece of parchment that flies towards you. Ah, the fliers are here (you knew the GM didn't forget about them!). They get within a few meters from you before they fall out of the air onto the rapidly growing death-circle and eroding. Whoops. You don't have time to ponder this as a bloody pentagram appears in front of you, flames of red popping out of thin air to rest on the sterile sand. More of these circles appear, and out of them pop bright young men and women (and some less bright men and women), who promptly collapse onto the ground and are converted into more sandy dust, along with the drying up blood and candle flame. You see their souls, bright blue and vibrant, wink out of their bodies and explode in a lightshow in front of you.

This plan may have been badly timed.

UH: YEAH
YOU: CAN PROBABLY GUESS
HOW THE GRIM REAPER IS FEELING: KINDA PERTURBED IF IT WASN'T OBVIOUS

Quote from: Doomblade187 on November 12, 2017, 01:07:01 am

+1. And destroy the giant when we land.

+1 the giant is holding us back, it needs to go.

[4]

You scream in frustration, your own deathly anger granting you flight as the caves of hell reverberate with rage for like the fifth time since you started this bossawful day. You fly through hell, scythe reaving through the air in wide strokes that slice so finely it creates a brief void for you to be sucked forward through. Your eyes, black and haunting, finally spot a mindflayer demon after some time. You swing your scythe around its neck, interrupting the thing that all demons seem so fond of doing (torturing souls if that wasn't clear) in order to toss it into a newly opened portal to Earth, following it through.

You slam onto the rich, fertile soil of some random, dense forest and have barely any time to sneer at the vibrancy before your blue-skinned, octopus-headed friend gurgles at you as he stands up from the ground, dusting off his black cloak. You give him the Death Glare and he shrinks, yet you can still somehow sense a measure of sarcasm in it. Damn mind flayers. Too smart for their own good, and you know damn well they can read your mind. The mind flayer nods, pointing off in a seemingly random direction in what they telepathically indicate is probably the location of that infernal pet of yours. The density of horror, confusion and panic all give it away.

DEATH STATUS: BUDDING SUPERNATURAL HUNTER
MINDFLAYER STATUS: RATHER PERTURBED
RANDOM CITY IN FUCK-KNOWS-WHERE STATUS: VERY PERTURBED

To Nolei; Sort out the souls of the dead, let them be sent to the divine plane they wish, and if they have no preference, let them stay in my realm. Seek out the lost souls and grant them travel also.

To Kuli; From place to place shall you fly, spreading the cycles of change and the truth of my Codex in equal measure. To the Spruce especially will you preach my Word, though to all else with ears to hear, let them hear the name of Niké.

Minor Act: Create mundane scrolls written on which is my Codex. Give them to Kuli.

1 Power: Create a population of blue-and-orange flowers, named the Sleepshade. To most, the leaves of this plant would merely create a minor drowsy effect, but to Varweens and similar predators, it is quite a deadly poison. Plant this around the City of Silver Skies.

PTW.
EDIT: As for the dice, have you tried random.org? Maybe there's some subtle way of how you roll dice that rigs the results.

used that for the past two turns my dude