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[WhitiusOpus]

Roll To Ship LSP With Ciro

guess how you play this

(2) YOU FAIL AT THIS. BESIDES, EVEN WITH FIVE, U HAVE NO BITCHES OR MONEY.

TRY AGAIN.

Roll to Bread

YOU ARE BREAD

DO BREAD THINGS I DUNNO

(6) YOU DO BREAD SO HARD.
OH WAIT, BREAD NOT BITCHES.
YOU STILL GET MONEH THO.
[darkpaladin receives $100]

POTATO
THROW POTATOES AT PEOPLE
PERSON WITH MOST THROWN POTATOES IS A WINNER

(3)POTATO HAS NO EFFECT.
Y U TRY AND FUCK POTATO?
NO ONE ELSE THROWS POTATOES. YOU SAD NOW.
YOU WASTE MONEY ON POTATOES.
[smurfingtonthethird has lost -$5]

[smurfingtonthethird]

THROW POTATO AT GM
SCREW YOU, DO WHAT I WANT

[mastahcheese]

Wait, what the heck is going on in here? There's too much chaos!

I know how to fix this! Just like I did before!

WhitiusOpus games are now in Orange.

Nobody else has done more than a single update, so they're the only one with a color, I don't know.

[IcyTea31]

((What, WhitiusOpus is the GM now?))

[LordSlowpoke]

this is a general purpose post

meaning it once had a purpose but it no longer has a purpose and is awaiting a purpose

Spoiler: people are actually reading this shit? i mean, sure thing, original thing is in this box here (click to show/hide)

i were just sitting back and watching what would happen

ANYWAY

[1] YOU ALL SUCK AT BEING GMS YOU'RE IN SPACE INSTEAD

A BUNCH OF KERBALS FLY INTO YOUR FACE WITH A ROCKET POWERED WATER WHEEL

YOU COME CRASHING DOWN INTO A TOWN AND MANAGE TO NOT FUCK IT UP WHEN LANDING

THE TOWN IS SO NINETEENTH CENTURY THAT WERE IT ANY MORE NINETEENTH CENTURY IT'D HAVE PRUSSIANS SLAMMING YOU WITH HAMMERS FOR NOT CRASHING WITH ALL OF YOUR HEART

WHAT DO

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

i can make you guys do literally everything can't i

[Darvi]

NO YOU CAN'T, I REBEL AGAINST YOU AND YOUR TYRANICAL REGIME >:C

I INTRODUCE THE TOWN TO THE NEW MILLENNIUM

[smurfingtonthethird]

I STEAL ALL OF THEIR THINGS AND THEN ACCIDENTALLY BANANA

[darkpaladin109]

diG DOWN AND UNLEASH CLOWNS UPON THE TOWN

[IcyTea31]

DEVELOP ARM CANNONS, DESTROY ONE THIRD OF THE TOWNSFOLK.

[LordSlowpoke]

I INTRODUCE THE TOWN TO THE NEW MILLENNIUM

[6] YOU PUSH A FUCKTON OF BUTTONS AT RANDOM AND THE CONTROL PANEL BLACKS OUT FOR A MOMENT.

"PLAYER SIX HAS ADVANCED INTO THE DIGITAL AGE."

THE TOWN TRANSFORMS INTO A FINE EXAMPLE OF 21ST CENTURY ALTERMODERNIST NEOMINIMALISM AND TANKS BEGIN TO FIRE AT THE TOWN WALLS WHICH HAVE ABOUT AS INEXPLICABLY AS EVERYTHING ELSE TURNED INTO WALLS OF SOLID LASER. AN AIR BATTLE BEGINS ABOVE YOU. TOTALLY NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING.

I STEAL ALL OF THEIR THINGS AND THEN ACCIDENTALLY BANANA

[1] YOU FIND YOURSELF A PERFECT OCCASION TO STEAL A BANANA. A TOWN GUARD, EQUIPPED WITH A LASER RIFLE, EXPLAINS HOW BANANAS MAKE PERFECT SELF DEFENSE WEAPONS IN TIMES OF NEED. YOU EMBED THE BANANA WITH YOUR FOREHEAD AND MAKE A RUN FOR IT. THE TOWNSFOLK PELTS YOU WITH EVEN MORE BANANAS. THIS KILLS YOU. RESPAWN?

diG DOWN AND UNLEASH CLOWNS UPON THE TOWN

[5] AFTER A JOURNEY OF MANY SECONDS YOU FIND THE "RELEASE APOCALYPSE" SWITCH. PULLING IT WITH UTMOST EXPERTISE YOU RELEASE A WAVE OF DEMONIC SANITY DESTROYERS ON AN UNSUSPECTING POPULACE. ALSO BANANAS. THIS IS OUR LIFE NOW.

DEVELOP ARM CANNONS, DESTROY ONE THIRD OF THE TOWNSFOLK.

[4] ARM CANNONS GET! THESE ARE MIGHTILY USEFUL IN DESTROYING UNSUSPECTING TOWNSFOLK. ALRIGHT, SO THEY'RE SUSPECTING THINGS AT THIS POINT, WHO CARES? THEY'RE STILL INNOCENT AND SHIT. PROBABLY. I DON'T EVEN KNOW, ARE THEY?

T: "jon, you need any help? looks like you're in deep shit after that techrush"
T: "looks fine so far just gotta push back 0"

[smurfingtonthethird]

Use ghost powers to claim all the bananas.

[IcyTea31]

DESTROY THE FOURTH WALL WITH ARM CANNONS!

((In hindsight, it might not have been a good idea to get TWO arm cannons, as now I can't grasp anything...))

[WhitiusOpus]

I INTRODUCE THE TOWN TO THE NEW MILLENNIUM

[6] YOU PUSH A FUCKTON OF BUTTONS AT RANDOM AND THE CONTROL PANEL BLACKS OUT FOR A MOMENT.

"PLAYER SIX HAS ADVANCED INTO THE DIGITAL AGE."

THE TOWN TRANSFORMS INTO A FINE EXAMPLE OF 21ST CENTURY ALTERMODERNIST NEOMINIMALISM AND TANKS BEGIN TO FIRE AT THE TOWN WALLS WHICH HAVE ABOUT AS INEXPLICABLY AS EVERYTHING ELSE TURNED INTO WALLS OF SOLID LASER. AN AIR BATTLE BEGINS ABOVE YOU. TOTALLY NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING.

I STEAL ALL OF THEIR THINGS AND THEN ACCIDENTALLY BANANA

[1] YOU FIND YOURSELF A PERFECT OCCASION TO STEAL A BANANA. A TOWN GUARD, EQUIPPED WITH A LASER RIFLE, EXPLAINS HOW BANANAS MAKE PERFECT SELF DEFENSE WEAPONS IN TIMES OF NEED. YOU EMBED THE BANANA WITH YOUR FOREHEAD AND MAKE A RUN FOR IT. THE TOWNSFOLK PELTS YOU WITH EVEN MORE BANANAS. THIS KILLS YOU. RESPAWN?

diG DOWN AND UNLEASH CLOWNS UPON THE TOWN

[5] AFTER A JOURNEY OF MANY SECONDS YOU FIND THE "RELEASE APOCALYPSE" SWITCH. PULLING IT WITH UTMOST EXPERTISE YOU RELEASE A WAVE OF DEMONIC SANITY DESTROYERS ON AN UNSUSPECTING POPULACE. ALSO BANANAS. THIS IS OUR LIFE NOW.

DEVELOP ARM CANNONS, DESTROY ONE THIRD OF THE TOWNSFOLK.

[4] ARM CANNONS GET! THESE ARE MIGHTILY USEFUL IN DESTROYING UNSUSPECTING TOWNSFOLK. ALRIGHT, SO THEY'RE SUSPECTING THINGS AT THIS POINT, WHO CARES? THEY'RE STILL INNOCENT AND SHIT. PROBABLY. I DON'T EVEN KNOW, ARE THEY?

T: "jon, you need any help? looks like you're in deep shit after that techrush"
T: "looks fine so far just gotta push back 0"

[1] YOUR GMING IS INADEQUATE.
FUCK.
YOU FALL DOWN HOLE IN SPACE WORM.
GRAMMAR BAD, WHAT DO?

Use ghost powers to claim all the bananas.

[4] YOU FAIL AT COLLECTIONG BANANAS.
SHIT.
BUT GHOST HELPS FIND BITCHES. YOU IN POSITION HALP.
BANANAS ARE USED IN WAYS NOT RIGHT.
OH GOD.

DESTROY THE FOURTH WALL WITH ARM CANNONS!

((In hindsight, it might not have been a good idea to get TWO arm cannons, as now I can't grasp anything...))

[5] YOU ARM CANNONS GIVE YOU LOTS OF BITCHES.
HAVING THREE CANNONS INCREASES FUCK BITCHES ABILITY.
DAMN, Y U TRY WIN SO HARD?

(IcyTea31 has received $500 for (3) bitches)

[Elephant Parade]

GAIN CONTROL OVER BANANAS.

[darkpaladin109]

BECOME ARMOK AND SMITE THE NONBELIEVERS