In Which the Overlord is Flat On His Face

[badassfreakingoverlord]

It's going to be one of those days.

In the hallway directly outside the mess hall lay a book. The bright red body and overall size clearly pointed to it being the Overlord, for those familiar with him, but his back cover was the one facing upwards. No sign of any minion around. None of the cursing, struggling, and flopping one would expect from Zetta in such an undignified posture.

Just a tome, lying flat on the ground, as if a crew member had simply discarded it thoughtlessly.

Comments

[thewunderkind]

"Yes of course," Lash parroted with a grin on her lips, not wanting to take away from Zetta's very important horn tooting. "But...could you twist that and say, bring out vehicles with a bunch of demons soldiers inside, or a building that has a couple of tanks parked in there? And oh! Just imagine if demons had CO powers too!"

Abusing the system never sounded this much fun.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Oh yeah, that's easy. Each one counts against the total limit when deployed, though, so that does present a problem with the action economy. It has to be a worthwhile improvement in the battle for it to be valid."

See, Zetta had his share of brains. Just no common sense. Or brains the rest of the time.

LJ WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME I HAD A TAG

[thewunderkind]

"Wait you guys have some sort of deployment limit?" She....could not comprehend how that could work. Especially since some of her inventions involved creating factors build specifically to pump out as many weapons, soldiers and armies as possible.

"What happens when you do? A referee comes out and scolds you for overdoing your deployments?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Damn straight. It's only possible to transfer so much stuff from home base. It's a hard limit on power, you can't exceed it, it's a cosmic rule." Though the referee thing would be pretty hilarious. "But the limits exist on both sides, so it's still an even fight."