Well done, man, that's the shit! I had a crack at a Gozer scene. It's not great, so feel free to spice it up with some goodness
Basically I want you/whoever to get in that Gozer is gone but the game ain't over. People will work out for themselves what that means, I'm sure
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"Choooooooose," said the Serbian ex-model Gozer, her voice dripping in venom (which nicely balanced her leotard, which was dripping in bling).
"Woah woah woah, what do you mean, 'Choose'?" said Venkman. "We already chose! We chose XXX."
"Choooooooose."
Winston slapped Egon's shoulder. "Time out, time out. What her pissyness is trying to tell us is we have to choose where we want to bury her."
"Chooooooooose."
"No, you idiot. She wants us to choose where we're going for our victory meal."
"CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE!!!!"
"Woah, woah, woah. Ok. Not the meal. She wants us to choose a form for her to take. To kill us with."
"Oh really? You got all that from one word?"
"I saw the film."
"Right."
"Anyway, don't choose a god-damn thing. Even if you choose the nicest, most--"
"I saw the film too. Everyone's seen the film."
"Oh, right."
"Anyway, what would Ray have done if we hadn't stupidly killed him the first chance we got?"
"He would have-- oh, oh."
"What?"
"The choice is made!" said the ethereal air-hostess.
"Whoa! Ho! Ho! Whoa-oa!"
"Nobody choosed anything!"
"Did you choose anything?"
"No."
"Did YOU?"
"..."
"DID YOU?"
But it was too late. Gozer was gone. The place was cold and quiet, like a cold, quiet rooftop was supposed to be. No more lightning, no smell of wet dog. Nothing. Was it true? Could it be...
But then they all heard it. The dull, thick boom of twenty-stone feet. Car alarms started ringing. Windows started breaking. People started screaming.
"I just did what Ray would have done! HOW COULD IT DO ANY HARM??"
XXX (Kurt Montandon) is dead - he was Gozer
It is night. You have 12 hours. Please get your night actions in.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.