The demonic-mimic produces a television and a dvd player from its innards. It then proceeds to spend the next three days binge-watching Full House. At the end of this marathon it has somehow created a diagram, in full color, with pictures, detailing the ideal relationship and household position for each character. You don't want to know where it was pulled out of. Unfortunately the gold coins set it on fire, leaving you with only a very sad demonic-mimic with nothing to watch.
Feeing bad for the mimic, I feed it Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho. Hopefully some classic creepy horror will cheer it up.
The mimic chews the book for a while, contemplating death and destruction, before swallowing, feeling much better.
I take several shot glasses, the flaming coins, and a big barrel of high quality liquor from hell, and start serving the demonic mimic and everyone present flaming he'l shots.
I look on in shock as the mimic explodes into a cloud of baby demon mimics, all of whom are very hungry. This has now become feed the Baby demon mimics! They shall be treated as a medium swarm, with each mimic being tiny in size. (There are about 10 of them)
I throw a pokeball at the largest of the demon mimic babies.
The genie folds his arms and fixes you with an unblinking stare. After a few moments of silence, he lets out a long sigh of annoyance. "Well?" he asks. "Are you going to make a wish or not? I don't have all day."
The demonic-mimic produces a television and a dvd player from its innards. It then proceeds to spend the next three days binge-watching Full House. At the end of this marathon it has somehow created a diagram, in full color, with pictures, detailing the ideal relationship and household position for each character. You don't want to know where it was pulled out of. Unfortunately the gold coins set it on fire, leaving you with only a very sad demonic-mimic with nothing to watch.
Feeing bad for the mimic, I feed it Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho. Hopefully some classic creepy horror will cheer it up.
The mimic chews the book for a while, contemplating death and destruction, before swallowing, feeling much better.
I take several shot glasses, the flaming coins, and a big barrel of high quality liquor from hell, and start serving the demonic mimic and everyone present flaming he'l shots.
The now intoxicated demond mimic trys to spit up a present but just barfs insted because of to much alcohol.
I give the demond mimic a mug filld with coffee. And a glass of milk incase he does not like coffee strong.
Current game- Pelegos: Singularity
Game world- Thad'thra, homebrew
Role- DM
Players- Maro: Light Cleric, Rivqah: Feind Warlock, Kortek: Artillerist Artificer
Plot: Uncover a conspiracy and truth behind the Dragon, Blasphemy, and the light of the kingdom that was stollen. Drenching Baranara into shadow.
The demonic mimic slurps the coffee and spits out a talking cow with a college degree in English.
I feed the demonic mimic a World War II-era 500-pound bomb.
(By the way, Alfred Hitchcock was a director, not an author, and Psycho is a movie, not a book).
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
The mimic explodes
I feed the mimic a door.
If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, then make that change. Quote: Micael Jackson.
I look on in shock as the mimic explodes into a cloud of baby demon mimics, all of whom are very hungry. This has now become feed the Baby demon mimics! They shall be treated as a medium swarm, with each mimic being tiny in size. (There are about 10 of them)
I throw a pokeball at the largest of the demon mimic babies.
The pokeball explodes.
I give them all a piece of apple pie
If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, then make that change. Quote: Micael Jackson.
They all eat their pies...
nomnom
I feed the mimic(s) a black hole.
The black hole eats the mimics. The game is now "Feed the Black Hole". It doesn't spit anything back out.
I feed the black hole some antimatter.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
The black hole is destroyed we feed the antmater now
I give it a chair
If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, then make that change. Quote: Micael Jackson.
the chair combines with the antimatter, its an antimatter chair now.
i give it, a genie. (hopefully his magic can fix this)
Current game- Pelegos: Singularity
Game world- Thad'thra, homebrew
Role- DM
Players- Maro: Light Cleric, Rivqah: Feind Warlock, Kortek: Artillerist Artificer
Plot: Uncover a conspiracy and truth behind the Dragon, Blasphemy, and the light of the kingdom that was stollen. Drenching Baranara into shadow.
The genie folds his arms and fixes you with an unblinking stare. After a few moments of silence, he lets out a long sigh of annoyance. "Well?" he asks. "Are you going to make a wish or not? I don't have all day."
I wish for the genie to bring the mimic back.
The genie does not know witch mimic, so he brings back every mimic rhat was exer slain. It is now feed the 12,304 mimics.
I give the mimics some skittles and leave befor im on the menu.
Current game- Pelegos: Singularity
Game world- Thad'thra, homebrew
Role- DM
Players- Maro: Light Cleric, Rivqah: Feind Warlock, Kortek: Artillerist Artificer
Plot: Uncover a conspiracy and truth behind the Dragon, Blasphemy, and the light of the kingdom that was stollen. Drenching Baranara into shadow.
An extremely bored chronomancer restores the original mimic and tells the mimic-feeders to stop messing with it.
I feed the mimic a watch.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
The mimic eats the watch, then hiccups and burps before spitting out the Chronomancers brother, before reuniting the pair back in its stomach.
I teach the mimic how to use a phone camera and self stick.
The mimic is now too busy taking selfys with the 12304 mimics and forgot to give you something in return.
Since i left, i mail the mimic a birthday card.
Current game- Pelegos: Singularity
Game world- Thad'thra, homebrew
Role- DM
Players- Maro: Light Cleric, Rivqah: Feind Warlock, Kortek: Artillerist Artificer
Plot: Uncover a conspiracy and truth behind the Dragon, Blasphemy, and the light of the kingdom that was stollen. Drenching Baranara into shadow.
Happy birthday to the mimic.
The mimic eats 4 dozen eggs to help him get large.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
The mimic has an egg allergy.
I feed the mimic a house
If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, then make that change. Quote: Micael Jackson.
The mimic devours it in one bite, spitting out the bathroom.
I feed it a bag of caramel corn.