Building factories on planets I am not supposed to be on

I’m not getting arrested. The cops will be converted to my religion, and I’ll make them have sex in tents to create eggs.

Doing some dodgy PMC incursions into a chaotic ex-Russian territory feels a bit too close to a real life situation. So I guess I’m getting arrested for looting.

Spreading Managed Democracy.

jumbling up a normal deck of cards with a tarot deck and slowly sorting it out myself while counting

(Balatro)

Capturing and enslaving weird magic animals

Stealing a hacking device from a construction site and then using that hacking device to steal some money after trespassing onto private property.

Spreading democracy

Intergalactic genocide

reckless driving

Guilty of killing a prince that had become to become a giant toad due to a curse.

(Witcher 3)

Preventing the destruction of the planet by smashing robots

Evil is evil. Lesser, greater, middling, makes no difference. The degree is arbitrary, the definitions blurred. If I’m to choose between one evil and another, I’d rather not choose at all.

If killing monsters for coin is wrong then I don’t wanna be right.

I will be protecting and distributing managed democracy across the galaxy.

Forcefully mutating innocent larvae to bee larvae and silkworms and forcing them to work for me indefinitely while I ship off the fruits of their labour and cash in those sweet, sweet Terra Tokens.

Screw those critters, I terraformed this planet, gave them life and I’ll most certainly make sure to exploit every single one of them. My only regret is not being able to lick all the neon coloured frogs, that should give a nice trip.

Okay, perhaps I should cut down on my Planet Crafter time…