PUT A DONK ON IT
[1]
THAT MAKES NO SENSE
((Your donk wasn't bangin' enough.))
Idea: Instead of ending chaos by destroying everything, simply destroy the inverse keystone keeping everything from getting in order.
Go grab the Nanoforge in a conveniently bread-shaped enviroment suit designed for the hazards of Venus.
[6]
It is secured deep inside a Venusian facility. They're a thing now.
Mogis: "DO WE LOOK LIKE ELDRAZI?
Iroas: "HAHA! BROTHER, THE ELDRAZI COULD NOT DO THIS, BUT WE ARE GODS! LET US VENTURE FORTH!"
Mogis and Iroas enter the sphere and warp.
Karametra: "Those two are far too gung-ho for their own good..."
[6]
Whatever's in there gives them a right hiding before they run back through.
Nothing can drink it BECAUSE IT MUST BE ABSORBED DIRECTLY BY THE CELLS! MAKE THEIR BODIES PRODUCE THE BOOZE AS PART OF THEIR BLOOD!
[4]
Now everything is drunk 24/7. Good plan!
Surround my fleet with a cheese barrier that lets things out, but not in.
[3]
It collapses pretty quickly. Turds.
Get outside and out of sight before the government/military arrives.
[3]
Considering you can see military and government people, shit. They remotely deactivate the suit and you promptly get swarmed with people asking questions. The next few weeks are a blur of medical tests, military observation, conferences, lab experiments, and lots of general confusion. Apparently, these suits are slightly biological in nature, and they have a strong counter-reaction to men, sort of like an allergy. The suits don't normally work for guys, but then there's you. You can drive the shitters around, so people are flipping out.
Anyhow, the government's scooped you up, given you a speciality suit for the purposes of data gathering, and thrown you into the highest ranked training academy for the mechs. Welcome to first day.
"HEY!"
Call everyone back.
"Pay attention: Look at the sun and hold your hand out at arms length-- no, with the palm facing you, fingers together. See the top edge of the barrier-wall? Align your hand with that, and then count the number of hand-widths between it and the sun.
Cool trick huh? Well point is, feel free to grab lunch, but I want you lot working on organization or better before the sun's sunk 2 HandWidths lower in the sky.
You do that and I won't have to revert to some of my..older methods."
"Got it?"
[5]
They have some sort of primitive hierarchy now, and they also got a good stock of foods from gathering.
Set up trade routes
(0)
War has been declared on the shield world!
Roboticize the colonies, reducing the need for cat colonists.
[2]
Still, recruitment rates are low. They're a lazy people.
Stab the homeless man
[1]
He HADOKENs you into a wall.
Go back to hanging out with GM
(0)
He's pretty pissed with what you did to the kitchen.
FIST OF JUSTICE((Wait, what was the benefit of that?))
((you got to say the line, post an action next tiem))
Find the nearest NASA base. The plan, it begins.
[2]
Can't find one.
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