"I'll destroy you all! Your tears will create a flood for the ages! Sorrow will be your companion for all eternity! I shall laser you so thoroughly that it will appear as if you have spent an aeon in the sun! I AM THE BRINGER OF DOOM!"
You continue to fill the air with other such nonsense. Unfortunately, this serves to make you a target for most of the rest of the group, so you end up at -100.
After the game, the boy with the bowl haircut looks up at you. "Did you get twaumatized?"
You head out after the game, your throat sore from yelling.
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