Nice. Go conquer Russia. In the winter.
[6] Heading over to Russia, you literally melt all the snow with the energy caused by your teleportation. At least you don't have to worry about General Winter.
You are quickly found by Ivan the Terrible's diplomats, who tell you they've been sent to negotiate with the clearly all powerful being that's managed to completely upset the seasons. Not exactly conquering Russia, but you've certainly made waves.
Strengthen the reality against Eldritch Gods and Creatures of High Order. Because its MINE playground now.
[5] You do a marvellous job combining your natural magical aptitude along with Eldritch knowledge to strengthen the separations between the realms, specifically against Elder Gods and beings of the like.
It is now impossible for gods, higher order beings to traverse the realms, without either a massive sacrifice, diminishing their own power, or something else suitably cool.
"NEATO. REALITY WON'T BE EATEN THEN. GOOD JOB."
Create a soul vortex that draws to it the soul of anything in reality that dies and mulches them up so I can use the resulting soul paste as decoration.
[5] You create a giant blender and toss in a few Soul-Attract tablets. Like clockwork, the souls come flying out of the Spectral Woodwork, right into your blender. You pop on the cap and let it blend for a few hundred thousand years. When you take the lid off, you've got the perfect soul paste. Very tasteful colour.
try to incite a war between the surviving cats and dogs in order to cause chaos and worsen feline-canine relations
also defend myself in an appropriate manner from PaPaj
[1] The cats and dogs that have managed to survive their entry to Earth have realised you're the cause of all their problems, and are
pissed. You are swarmed by a tidal wave of united cats and dogs. [1] Your mage senses kick in, creating a telekinetic force field that keeps them at bay. There's just SO MANY of them though, that no matter how many you push back, there's still an army waiting to get at your throat.
Drop bag of coffee in store. Then go back to returning the surviving paramedic to his home.
You drop off the bag of Coffee, completing your mission, and repaying your debt.
The coffee is in the house![2] The paramedic is still gloomy, and reeling from all the supernatural chicanery going on around him ( or her? Can't remember the gender. Oh well. ) They still refuse your help, afraid of where exactly they might go and what state their body, mind and soul would be in by the end of it.
Start making coffee, serve it to those who pay(and give a free cup to zilzo).
You start the glorious coffee making process. Mmmmm, those beans smell good roasted! [4+1] Everyone in the Cafe is pretty much high right now just from the smell alone, and you have peasants going over giving you all their earthly goods in order to pay for a cup.
Arbitrary amount of $$$ gained. More importantly, the people here will practically do anything you say.From one mage bro to another, you give Ziizo a free cup. Better love story than Twilight.
Appear in existence all of the sudden and begin summoning the Egyptian gods (Set is a good guy)
[4] Deciding to play your own hand, you start summoning of all things the Egyptian pantheon. In particular you decide to bring Set into the story.
Unfortunately, due to the newfound constraints with bringing Gods into this reality, Set has appeared, very flustered, in a depowered form.
You're gonna need to siphon some energy, make a sacrifice, do SOMETHING to restore him to full godhood.As I'm not entirely familiar with Egyptian gods, supply your own easy to understand lore and historical flavour.
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