Talk:Lich/@comment-27950421-20170512164344

You've been married to a Litch for quite sometime, however unlike most Liches she seems to prefer working on robotics than experimenting with magic and the undead. Because of this she has received quite a bit of derision from her fellow Liches and has even been on the receiving end of sabotage recently due to competition for grant money being offered by a local Wight. The most important being some kind of secret project that she won't let you in on, but has been met with serious resistance from other Liches.

About a week ago the Wight offering the grant money sent out an invitation to a celebratory ball to all of Liches who would be receiving funding for their various projects as well as all of Wight compatriots. Your wife received a letter informing her that she would not be receiving the grant money that she had requested. Seemingly angered by this, you wife makes a number of calls to a few penpals of hers (mostly Gremlins) and retreats into her lab, refusing to leave.

Now, on the day of the celebration, your wife bursts out of her lab and drags you inside.

You quickly find yourself standing in front of a giant robot dinosaur.

Your wife presses a large red button, "Now husband! Behold! The Husbandosaurus Mark 7!!!!"

The giant robotic dinosaur quickly transforms into an equally giant, and disturbingly anatomically correct, robotic version of yourself, with robotic tentacles sprouting out of its back.

You remain in stunned silence as your wife begins to ramble in a slightly manic fashion, "They all said I was mad, HA! Would a madwoman build such a glorious machine!??! Of course not! They were all just jealous. They knew of my genius and they hated me for it!"

She turns to you, a yandere esqu look in her eye, "But now husband, our work is not yet done. We must put my glorious creation through a suitable test, to show the world it's awesome power! Fortunately I have just the experiment in mind. Husband! You must pilot the Husbandosaurus Mark 7 and destroy that pispicable Wight mansion! Ruin their celebration! TAKE ALL OF THOSE WHO DARED TO SCORN MY GENIUS AND RAPE THEM INTO THE QUIVERING, COCK ADDICTED, SOWS THAT THEY ARE!!!!"

After her rant your wife quickly regains her composure, "Ahem, for science of course."

What do you do?