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[Yoink]

"OH, THERE'S ONE RIGHT OVER THERE, IN A RUINED BUILDING AT THE BOTTOM OF A CLIFF - ALONG WITH THE LAST PEASANTS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO BOTHER ME!"

THROW MY HOT BEVERAGE IN THIS JERK'S EYES TO GIVE MYSELF TIME TO PRACTISE MAGIC WITHOUT BEING SHOT AGAIN. THEN, POLYMORPH HIS GUN INTO A KOALA. AN ANGRY KOALA - IS THERE ANY OTHER KIND?

[Egan_BW]

Be Yoink's police officer. He is not a mage, so my turn doesn't count toward the limit of 7 mage actions per turn.

[NRDL]

Last turn for the next two days or so. Cheers.

magically mutate the spilled blood into a symbiotic creature that will replace my real blood while feeding or something? Maybe my magic dunno magic biology is weird and thinking while dying of bloodloss is hard.

[2] You baaaarely manage to stave off total body shutdown, but the delirium your mind goes through as well as the shock is really fucking you up.

[1] Just your luck, a fucking squad of chrome-colored riot gear wearing bastards have come in, holding shields of anti magic. They are banging batons against them, inching their way closer towards you. Not good.

Mind Shield. Complete. Now. Bonus points if it hides my location from magical entities.

[6] Frustrated as hell, you create the mother of all mental shields. You are now COMPLETELY immune to any psionic attack, mind altering substance, etc, as well as hiding your location from mental tracking. Unfortunately, this state of super clarity does something weird to your magic. The next time you roll a 6, you have a chance of hurting yourself or doing something completely random.

Spit on her.

[6] You spit at her. It's a speck of spittle imbued with so much venom, so much vitriol and just pure HATRED, it actually turns into a very powerful acid. The acid spit hits her straight in the face! She starts wearing in Russian, effectively blinded, as she orders the bones to clamp down harder on you. You get +1 to roll next turn, if you do roll a [1], you die.

as gift, he given manger part of his power which give him nice wizard with red and black pattens

....Not sure if I compute.

[1] The Manager, completely taken aback at your sudden lack of coherence, slaps the Cuffs back on you. Magic-less you are, again. "Yeahhhhh, better safe than sorry, bud. Nothing personal."

In that case, nip back to the ruins of my former dimension and nab all that soul paste. The God harvester too. Take them somewhere it'd be a pain in the ass for anyone else to get to.

[2] vs [2+1] You try and do a grab and run, but Smoke Mirrors' new control over the dimension proves to be superior to yours. You find yourself driven back, to the void between worlds.

With my new control over the dimension, stop Xantalos. Gods still there decided later.

See Xantalos' turn. You technically won, in the sense that you managed to stop him from getting what he wanted.

"OH, THERE'S ONE RIGHT OVER THERE, IN A RUINED BUILDING AT THE BOTTOM OF A CLIFF - ALONG WITH THE LAST PEASANTS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO BOTHER ME!"

THROW MY HOT BEVERAGE IN THIS JERK'S EYES TO GIVE MYSELF TIME TO PRACTISE MAGIC WITHOUT BEING SHOT AGAIN. THEN, POLYMORPH HIS GUN INTO A KOALA. AN ANGRY KOALA - IS THERE ANY OTHER KIND?

[1] You toss your coffee in the jerk's eyes, or at least you attempt to. Reality-Cop's a crack shot, and shoots the cup right as it leaves your hand, splashing the boiling liquid all over YOUR eyes. Flailing about like a madman, you start conjuring angry koalas left and right, all of which land on you and start biting your ass.

"...Are you seriously a mage?" Mr. Reality-Cop asks.


Nice try Egan_BW.

[Nosaneinme]

(OCC : What? You just give rid of my power due not understand what simple just "I want make this guy into my ally")

[NRDL]

Nah, I got rid of your power cause you rolled a one. If you'd rolled a 5 I'd have something good happen to you.

[CABL]

Go and hypnotize the other half of Somalia, uniting the shattered country.
If successful, jump-start agriculture, oil refining, mining, and all that economic crap.
Ascend to Demigod-hood.

[ziizo]

"thanks Satan! you all came the crazy bastard switched our bodies, also I think I am dying here"

[Sarrak]

Befriend local galactic empire. Who cares about several caffeinated planetoids, right?

[Yoink]

"SHIT DAMN AGH"

ABSORB THE WAYWARD KOALAS INTO MY BODY, BECOMING SOME SORT OF GROTESQUE KOALA-HUMAN HYBRID WITH INDIVIDUAL, HALF-FORMED KOALAS PROTRUDING FROM MY TWISTED FORM, FUNCTIONING AS EXTRA MUSCLE,  LIMBS, CLAWS ETC 

THEN LEAP AT MY HUMAN ASSAILANT, PLUNGE MULTIPLE KOALAS' WORTH OF CLAWS INTO HIS BELLY AND REND HIS FLESHY PINK BODY APART FROM THE CENTRE WITH A MANLY FLEX OF MY MONSTROUS FURRY MUSCLES

[Glass]

Make the spittle kill her. The bone thing stuff should stop being a problem after that.

[FallacyofUrist]

"But... caffeine!" Oh well. Noticing the reality cop outside... send Coffee Puppy out to greet him.

[johiah]

Quickly!
EDIT:
Yay no it is reserved in case any ninja posters are hanging around.
Lay the first batch of larvae, and tend to them.

[PaPaj]

SUMMON THE UNDO BUTTON

[Nosaneinme]

Out sheer rage, break with pure muscle alone

[NRDL]

Just this once, I'm gonna do everybody's turn.

Go and hypnotize the other half of Somalia, uniting the shattered country.
If successful, jump-start agriculture, oil refining, mining, and all that economic crap.
Ascend to Demigod-hood.

[6]
[5]
[5]

You successfully manage to hypnotise all of Somalia, constructing a massive cult of personality all tied to you. If you were to actually leave the country, everybody's psyche would fall apart. As it stands, you have an entire nation of brainwashed servants.

Using your newfound power, you make sweeping reforms in literally every area of governance. Somalia is transformed from a hellhole to a functioning country literally overnight. Somehow.

Patting yourself on the back, you decide to transform yourself into a demigod. You succeed. +1 bonus to rolls provided you are IN Somalia.

"thanks Satan! you all came the crazy bastard switched our bodies, also I think I am dying here"

[6]

You attempt to bluff your way through the situation, invoking Satan's name in the process.

"You rang?"

A giant horned head pops out of the floor, surveying the situation. Nice job summoning the literal devil. At least the Reality Cops are distracted.

Befriend local galactic empire. Who cares about several caffeinated planetoids, right?

[4] Seeing the futility of actually hitting you with the weaponry they currently have, the galactic empire opens up diplomatic channels. They call themselves...the Galactic Empire. No relation to George Lucas' creation. Said Empire is wary of you, but also respectful of your power. They also have no idea what coffee is.

For now, there's a ceasefire.

"SHIT DAMN AGH"

ABSORB THE WAYWARD KOALAS INTO MY BODY, BECOMING SOME SORT OF GROTESQUE KOALA-HUMAN HYBRID WITH INDIVIDUAL, HALF-FORMED KOALAS PROTRUDING FROM MY TWISTED FORM, FUNCTIONING AS EXTRA MUSCLE,  LIMBS, CLAWS ETC 

THEN LEAP AT MY HUMAN ASSAILANT, PLUNGE MULTIPLE KOALAS' WORTH OF CLAWS INTO HIS BELLY AND REND HIS FLESHY PINK BODY APART FROM THE CENTRE WITH A MANLY FLEX OF MY MONSTROUS FURRY MUSCLES

[4]
[4]

You imbibe several koalas into your body, becoming at least 1/3rd were koala. Using the newfound strength provided by your koaloid muscle mass, you slash the Reality Cop in the gut! It's a fairly deep hit, penetrating surprisingly far past his armour.

"Gaah! You mother..."

[3] vs [2] The RC counteracts, attempting to pistol whip you. You dodge, throwing yourself off balance, but the blow was middling anyway, so it doesn't come close to hitting you.

Make the spittle kill her. The bone thing stuff should stop being a problem after that.

[5] vs [6]

Sensing victory at hand, you magnify the acid of the spittle until it eats through her. Still screaming in pain, the Old Woman waves her hand, and from the sky, a house on what appears to be giant chicken legs appears out of the shadows, picks up the Old Woman and throws her inside itself. You can vaguely hear what sounds like glass and plates being thrown around, the witch is apparently thrashing around inside. You can still hear her, so whatever it is she's doing in there, it's prevented her from dying.

"But... caffeine!" Oh well. Noticing the reality cop outside... send Coffee Puppy out to greet him.

[2] You attempt to command your mascot to go outside, but he ain't budging. Too busy STILL DOING THAT FUCKING JINGLE. It's not affecting you even slightly anymore, but apparently Coffee Puppy is sulking, and taking it out on you by being passive aggressive.

Quickly!
EDIT:
Yay no it is reserved in case any ninja posters are hanging around.
Lay the first batch of larvae, and tend to them.

[5] You successfully create the first generation of Giant Ants in your colony! They'll mature next turn, you get to choose what caste they become.

SUMMON THE UNDO BUTTON

[1] You attempt to summon a switch that'll let you undo all this freaky crap, but instead a button the same size as you with the word "UNDO" written on it falls on you, crushing you. It doesn't even have the courtesy of killing you so you can have a fresh respawn, you're still trapped in this stupid, useless form.

Out sheer rage, break with pure muscle alone

[4] With a cry of Socialist Fury, you manage to snap one of the cuffs off! You can access magic again, you just can't affect or change anything about yourself or your own form. You can cast spells on any external object not immediately attached to you.