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Trig-R-HPY-1 lives up to his name again by shooting at the scientist and shouting "Traitor!" repeatedly at the top of his lungs. He completely misses several times, hits twice, then his laser explodes. The scientist was wounded by the shots; Trig was stunned by the explosion. A random Red clearance assistant runs in, sees the wounds and lack of a weapon in Trig's hands, and says "Dr. Finn-Y-DOC-5, what were you doing this time? Sir?"
That has got to be the luckiest weapon malfunction in history.

Fun-R-THN-1 decides to skip asking people and go straight to the Computer. If anyone can tell her, it's The Computer.
I've been thinking about it, and my old idea for the Computer's voice looked kinda dumb. I'll just use this:
GREETINGS, CITIZEN. HOW MAY I HELP YOU THIS DAYCYCLE?
"I need to know where ----- is."
WHAT IS YOUR SECURITY CLEARANCE, FRIEND?
"Red."
I AM SORRY. THAT INFORMATION IS NOT AVAILABLE AT THIS TIME.
Darn.

Cat-R-URS-1 chatted with the others at her table about the briefing room.
"Anyone know where ----- is?"
"Sure, I'll show ya after brekfist, ma'am," says someone. How lucky.

Mayfair-R-FUN-1 tries to carefully look around without arousing suspicion. He hears the whir of servos right behind his head, more or less. Weird.
"Dun feel alarmed. You ver neer death. Very needed a tezt sobject. It vos perfect! Ze Computer provides!"
Accents are so fun...

Agreed.

Respawn with a time-ripper-opener
Rip open time to the beginning of this game

[2] You respawn with a knife. A butter knife.

Because I infinitely respawn is why. I can hassle other players. By doing this, you take one player from opposing you, me, and stop one othe player per turn. Isn't it a good idea?

[4] "I suppose."

Respawn as a ghost and posess the Die

[0v5] No possession. You are a ghost, though.

Restore gobbo/dwarf empire.

You rally every dwarf and goblin you know of! Which is no one. Huh. Anyways, [5] you lay claim to a nice little corner of the room as an empire. No one enter the GDE! Or the GDP.

Offer die my bagel in return for some bonuses.

[6] "Ooh! I love bagels!" You have a +5 bonus. Over shots everywhere!

throw poo at the Die

[2] At as in "in the general direction of," right? You do hit Doomblade, though.

GM Turn:
The Dicpawn [5v3] mob and crush Persus. Respawn?
The Die [5] creates a new, functioning, and oddly not small warbot from the destroyed one.

Two dorfbucks says the witch was Alice's mother.

Okay, perhaps now is a good time to get to work making a table and chairs. Have Alice help us coax would out of trees, taking the opportunity to ask her what she thinks of her new form, suggest she make a hip quiver. Then get to work forming the furniture. If it's a failure? Ah well, at least we practiced plant empathy.

Sounds like a plan. Why just Alice, though? Make it a family outing. We know Gwen also knows plant empathy (I think), and the other former elves may, too. Besides, it's fun to do things together...or at least more fun than doing it alone.

Talk to the family about Foghorn and his family, emphasize that severe repercussions will follow from any unauthorized violence against any of them, gauge their reactions.

Nothing against this. Foghorn is our guest, and a very powerful one at that.

Spend time with the child, talk to him about our plans for the future, and how we look forward to seeing what kind of night troll he'll grow up to be.

Nothing wrong with this. People talk to their babies before they'll really understand them in the real world, too.

Notes on Long Term Planes: For building walls and trenches, i just realised something that would make travel for those friendly to us back and forth relatively easily. We could have saddles for some of our 36 lovebirds made. Teach some of them how to bear riders. That way we could easily ferry those friendly to us back and forth.

Aside from referring to this as infinite 2-dimensional figures, nothing wrong and much agreeable here.

Just a thought: What if we found a 'playmate' for our son, one that he can learn to terrify and torment and eventually choose to convert or kill? I think that would be quite useful.

Hm. Maybe when he's older. I'm sure a real playmate wouldn't go unappreciated either.

As I mentioned above, Alice used the plural when stating that she'd rather watch others try raising a child first. Who should we impregnate before Alice, and what gift should we use? Note that I'm not suggesting we do so now; maybe after Foghorn visits.

Neat. Got a map?
By the way, Wrex, can you PM the rooms I sent you to be carved by Drakruldus over the next 2-3 days (in-game) to whoever is making the map, or at least let me know who that is so I can?
I'm making a suite for me and two bedroomses for other kobolds. Or maybe some of you guys, if you want to let kobolds live in the upstairs rooms. I'll probably dig more later.
Since it's pretty fancy, furnishings will probably cost 1,000-1,500 gp. Neat.

Anyways, can we RP my meeting with my tribe in the thread?

Belief-based magic is a pretty good system to have, or at least better than arbitrary magic, but it's a pretty poor fit for DF. Videogames don't fit it very well due to how deeply the player affects the plot. This is increasingly so the more wide-open and sandboxey the game is. You have chosen almost the worst game for belief magic.
I'll read the rest of the suggestion when I'm not so tired.

Alright, might as well post this now.

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Over the seven years or so since you discovered your power, several things happened. Towards the end of middle school, this annoying super named Griffin Marshal was cutting his arms for kicks and popularity. This got stopped once you played a trick and drank some of his blood. This freaked him out enough that he stopped doing the trick (or, at least, did it a lot less, and never when you were around), and you started healing quickly. Papercuts were a worry of the past, and even major injuries were healed quickly. Even being hit by a car only put you in the hospital for a week, part of that due to doctors doing tests on you to figure out how you healed so fast.
Later on, after your sophomore year, you were invited on a vacation with the Carvers. Elva asked you out a bit beforehand, and you politely declined. By the time you returned, he had recovered to his typical state. Meanwhile, Dirk revealed his true colors about three days in. He had taken you to a neat little beach, probably private property as there was no one around, and also asked you out. Given the circumstances, you tried, but it ended...poorly. Although you haven't told a soul, you did end up sleeping with Dirk's father, John, twice. Much of the remainder of the summer was spent on piloting lessons, when your mother let you.
By this point, you had long since blossomed into your youthful beauty. Perhaps in part due to your healing, your form resists nearly all attempts to alter its loveliness. Therefore, it was only a small surprise when the quarterback, Kurtis Shepstone, asked you to homecoming. You accepted. It was a nice couple months before the two of you broke up, but evidently making out was enough to share his strength with you. You're not a lot stronger, but it's helped with carrying books around school, and working out would probably help.
One of the most memorable events of your teenage years, aside from being hit by a car just before your 16th birthday, had to be the day when the Falcon Comet fought Chill near the mall. Chill's robotic minions hurled the Falcon Comet through a window as he was escaping. The hero managed to make it just through the window before collapsing. You and an older man--you never learned his name--hurried through the window to try and help before the ambulances arrived. You gave him a hug of appreciation, which the man gladly accepted. Also, during the eent, some of the Comet's blood got on you. You must have licked your fingers--not that you were so exhilarated by the event that you wanted to develop more powers, no-sir-ee--because in addition to a bit of toughness, you also developed some feathers reminiscent of the Comet's wings...
Now, though, it's time to decide your future. Dirk has become a missionary somewhere, a course you never could have guessed he would take. Elva got over his personal relations issues somewhat and decided to go to Berkely, with a major of Undecided at the moment. Patrick was convinced by his father to get an MBA at Standford. You, too, need to make a decision. Your math grades are excellent, thanks to passing tests being reliant entirely on paying a bit of attention in class and thinking about each problem for maybe 15 seconds; you're also good at [1]. You're considering going into [2], but it's all up in the air at this point.

1. What other subject are you good at, and what (2ish) subjects are you pretty good at?
2. What do you want to go into for a career? In-character, not IRL.

Just to point out, Red<Yellow. The guy has a clearance advantage...