The GM is Bored Again

You are in a room. There are four white walls, a white ceiling, and a white floor.

It's boring.

Make a wish.

wish for free ponies

A corner of the room blurs, and in trots a pony, Followed by another. And another.

The ponies don't like the room, so they leave to go back to freedom. They do not take you with them.

kill thief with nasty knife

.......In a sudden surge of shame over your attempt to subjegate the free ponies, you commit hari-kari.

You are in a boring room.

open mailbox

A hatch appears in the wall.

You've got mail from:

The Prince of Albuqurque
Unnatural Growth
Sum Zorta Lawyers
Spyda's Funeral Parlor
Knot Mutch Investment
Yo Momma

eat mail

You eat the mail. It tastes like spam. And papercuts.

north

You walk north. You think. Until you reach a wall. Then you hit the wall with your face.

The wall doesn't care.

destroy wall

You glare at the wall until it begins to crack. Eventually it collapses.

Through the new gap you see....another room.

You are in a slightly larger boring room.

go outside

You express your wish to leave.

The room lifts up above you. As does the floor. Leaving you with an unimpeded view of the outside. It's cloudy out, but you can see the sun in the distance.

You are not standing in a room.

look

There's not much to see. The room rising above you. Sun in the distance. Clouds around and below you.

The clouds do seem to be in a hurry though, so maybe you'll see something else soon.

follow clouds

Strangely, moving your limbs about seems to make no difference. Even flailing wildly does nothing.

Since they are moving so fast, you decide you'll need something more drastic to catch up with them.

You pull out your portable rocket pack and ignite it, remembering to strap it securely and use the leg guards, then set a course for a cloud.

Now you are moving much faster than the clouds, in fact, you are seconds away from colliding with the cloud.

ram cloud

You decide to take out your agression on the cloud, and rocket charge straight into it.

You hit the cloud like it's nothing.

Then you can't see anything.

Then you can again.

You are now damp.

fly to moon

Having conquered the cloud, you set you sights on the moon. Well, you do once you see it. Which you do. Eventually.

You're Flying (via rocket) to the moon. It's getting cold. You see Frank Sinatra trying to hitch a lift as you pass by.

build moon base

Having nothing to do on your trip, you decide to begin construction of facilities.

You use a *insert rapid creation tool here*, and a room begins to form.

The room rapidly learns to obey gravity.

hire citizens for moon base

You throw money at passing clouds in the hope they will join you. But they do not support capitalism. Or anything for that matter.

There aren't very many clouds anymore. It's getting quite cold.

execute clouds for treason

You pull out a thermal detonator, and with expert marksmanship, lob it at the last nearby cloud. The detonator detonates, thermally, in the centre of the cloud, scattering it's constituant parts into a million pieces.

Let that be a lesson to all cloud-kind.

No more clouds. You seem to be taking a lot of breaths.

equip space helmet

You pull a skin-tight sealing helmet out of a plothole, a place it over your head.

As you consume the last whiffs of oxygen, you feel comfort, knowing that your face will be protected, as your corpse hurtles off into space.

You are dead.

You are in a room.

dig

You grab your trusty shovel, and ram it into the floor. It cracks and crumbles beneath you, dropping you into a cave.

No you didn't get impaled by a stalagmite.

Build house in cave

Deciding you want a place of your own, you decide to chisel a home out of the rock, using the stalagmits you didn't impail yourself with.

You are now standing in a rock room.

build city in cave

........You decide you want a city. You gather tools, and labour away for immesurable hours (you don't have a watch), but eventually, you gaze upon a remarkable underground city. Your work even including buildings that reach from ground to roof, helping to retain the support needed to prevent collapse.

It's beautiful.

But your heart sinks, as you realise that for all this time spent building a city for thousands, there's not one other to share it with. And your old body gives up.

You died.

You are in a room.

shake fist at fate

Fate chuckles, then cuts your life thread.

You die.

You are in a room.

insult fate

Fate cuts your life thread.

You die.

You are in a room made entirely of living fish. Their fish eyes staring blankly at you at they squirm. A fish drops on your head. It's an unpleasant sensation.

make sushi

"When life gives you fish, make sushi"

You walk over to the wall and pull out a fish that looks nice. Other fish proceed to fall out of the wall and onto your head.

make fish civilization

The fish already have a cizilization. Or do you want to be more specific?

rule fish

You proclaim yourself ruler of the fish.

In their haste to prostrate themselves at your feet, the fish cease to maintain the structural integrity of the room, and it collapses, crushing you.

You are in a room.

talk to fate

Fate is listening.

make friends with fate