The Fortress of Certain Doom

> You are Knight-Paladin Berend; charged with cleansing the Fortress of the Dark Lord of it's taint.

> You are the knights sword-or, rather, a fragment of the Dark Lord's soul, forged into the sword. It has been a thousand years since your Avatar was slain. This dupe thinks that by using your sword to do Good Deeds, he can keep your prophesied return from coming to pass. You reach into his heart and crush his puny will...

• Raise Corpse: Drag a dead creature's soul back from the netherworld and animate a dead body with it. The resultant undead is enslaved to you.
• Dominate Undead: Enslave a wild undead to your will.

edited 23rd Oct '15 11:31:36 PM by dvorak

> Go to sleep, you don't really feel like doing anything today

> Go to sleep, you don't really feel like doing anything today

Your meat-puppet wills itself into a torpor, waiting to be roused. You keep one of it's eyes open and alternate every so often so you don't dry them out...

You are a little upset. You've waited a thousand years for this day, and your puppet decides to take a nap.

edited 24th Oct '15 1:24:51 AM by dvorak

A nymph wanders by and draws a pair of glasses and a mustache on your face in lipstick.

edited 24th Oct '15 3:09:01 AM by dvorak

> Go to sleep, you don't really feel like doing anything today

You finally strangle the wretched man's psyche enough to force your puppet to obey you fully. Now to conquer the world.

So great that the only post that isn't me boils down to "your game is bad and you should feel bad". I didn't expect to get this thrown in my face like a bowl of rat stew. What a lovely suprise.