DESTROY THE GODMODDER
E N D P O I N T S

Welcome to Endpoints. Endpoints is, in essence, an unofficial fan ending to DTG Terraria made by a guy who actually has an idea of how it would have ended. So, a few things you should know before starting to read this.

A: Not having read a great majority of DTG: Terraria, especially in its later stages, will leave you sorely confused as to the plot. This link will take you to the first page so you can start archive binging, if you wish.

B: This project is not just me writing about what I'd like to think everything would have gone. DTG is a player-driven game by its nature, and thus it would not be complete without other players. Ergo, I have open applications for anyone interested in having a part in the game. Anyone-even those who did not play DTG Terraria-can qualify for a role, which can range from 'cameo' to 'important deturagonist,' but as I would like to be as true to the source as possible, anyone who had any ongoing plot in Terraria cut short by its cancellation will have an opportunity to have it played out. For those interested: I can only guarantee faithfulness in as far as I am told what the original plot would have been so I can be faithful to it, so if you had a very specific idea on how things would boil down, please contact me when signing up for this.

C: A Disclaimer for anyone willing to offer permissions: this is not a community project. I am the author and this is a fanfiction that has no deliberate intent on actually ascending to canon status. Anyone who's permission is listed below has given me some degree of creative control for this, which means I may diverge from your original character where it would be rational to do so. I'm not going to deviate willy-nilly, though. Divergence will be reserved for when (a) plot is pressing enough to enforce a reasonable break of character or setting, or (b) if the original plot/character would have screwed everything over even more and thus have been, or should have been, reworked by a GM. This can include anything made during the actual games themselves if need be. I won't list comprehensive changes of this, but you will know.

D: Regarding contacting me-please do it over Discord, to be quick. If it is not an option for whatever reason, PM me on this forum. Discord is vastly preferred.

E: Criticism is always appreciated, but keep it civil, please.



Originally posted on 2018-03-31 07:33:00

Looking forward to seeing what you do with this.

Originally posted on 2018-03-31 17:59:00

I N T R O D U C E

Universe C™, informally known as Terraria, is not a peaceful universe. On what is considered a perfectly average day, it may be beset by any number of fiendish creatures that could slay the average human in seconds. On the average night, swarms of the undead and other beasts only amplify the danger, making living outside of a well-protected fortress a death sentence. Seasonal events only seem to further agitate the monsters, and those events are despairingly commonplace. This does not even begin to account for, say, forces on the fringe-beset by the forces of Ragnarok, or under the thumb of the cruel Tyrant Yharim, life becomes exponentially harder and more dangerous.

And then there’s the Godmodding War. The Godmodding War blows all of these out of the water in terms of sheer unreasonable hostility. The concept of it- juggernauts that posses the ability to manipulate reality’s base code storming in and usurping the balance of a local universe only to fight and be stopped by a group of determined, empowered individuals - is not unheard of in the modern multiverse. A Godmodding War is this very concept taken to its absolute limit-a Godmodder of the Omega Plus Rank (the conventional highest) waging war against the immortal demigods known as Descendants, a conflict that, while technically a single battle, can easily take upwards of months, even years, to complete. A Godmodding War is rare enough that combatants from all over will either be called in, or forced in, and mortality rates are excessive. Unparalleled danger, unparalleled evil, and unparalleled opportunity for power are the three constants of a Godmodding War.

The instigator of this conflict was the third Omega Plus Godmodder in existence. However, he was far more infamous as the second coming of the Psi-Godmodder, the most powerful rank of Godmodding to exist. His impressive feats did not end there, though; he was venerated in the Trope Pantheon as the Greater God of Play-by-Post Games, and had assimilated the power of an entire universe before annihilating it, both of which combined lead him to becoming the strongest Godmodder to ever walk the Multiverse. And he knew it.

Alpha-as he is known-has a strength that is both awesome and terrifying. That said, he is not truly invincible, and his immense power comes with a complete inability to heal in the heat of combat by his own power. Thus, his opposition, the Descendants, are stalwart and unceasing in their assault, emboldened ever-further with each blow they land, knowing their cumulative wounds will inevitably destroy Alpha. Historically, being obliterated is only a minor inconvenience for either party; if ever Alpha or a Descendant dies, they immediately resurrect at full power. However, rumors circulate that the Descendants had within their ranks a top-secret weapon designed to bypass this ressurective immortality, which would allow them to end Alpha once and for all should he be caught at his last vestige of vitality. Thus, Alpha treats them seriously enough that he brings an immense fighting force to help crush his enemies and distract them from his machinations. To this dread purpose Alpha has deceived, conned, brainwashed or just plain-up recruited a counter-force to the Descendants, ranging from lowly foot soldiers of no renown to renegade Descendants. Uncreatively, the rebellion against Alpha spearheaded by the Descendants goes by the name of the Anti-Godmodders, while those who rally to serve him are the Pro-Godmodders. The former vastly outnumber the latter, and this numbers advantage has, for a time, proven to be an insurmountable advantage for the Anti-Godmodders in the war. The majority of Alpha’s health is gone, left with what most veterans of the war would approximate as just below 20%. His ever-encroaching defeat only makes him, and his followers, fight harder.

And thus the Godmodding War continues, ever onward, towards its inevitable endpoint. The Anti-Godmodders would say Alpha’s demise is imminent. Alpha himself believes that his next tactic will be the decisive blow that crushes the Anti-Godmodders once and for all. And in the balance lies not only the fate of Universe C™, but the fate of the whole Multiverse.

Originally posted on 2018-04-15 02:18:00

W O R L D - T R E E

On a hill overlooking a vast sea of trees, where a distant pulse of repetitive explosions feels more like a drumroll than a warzone, two figures stand before a machine of purest white. Atop this machine, a set of nine gauntlets laid atop it’s smooth circular platform, a single limb of the machine extending over it all. One of these figures looks akin to a stage magician in attire, with short red hair and a gray tophat brimming with orchid fire his left arm encapsulated by a similar flame. The other looks… Impossible; with boneless ears and limbs that defined both sense and physics to be near limitless, more colors than the eye could bear, and a stench of cherry so thick as to serve more as a miasma than a perfume.

These two are Alpha’s most notorious Pro-Godmodders, respectively known as Zetta and Roxxanne. The former is the manipulative and malevolent mind-fragment of an indescribably powerful First Guardian who governed “Future’s Past” until recently. The latter harbors the forbidden power of Suedom, a power that twists the narrative to enforce a false perfection and grants a host of saccharine powers. If neither of these are enough, both aligned themselves with Alpha in his conquest of Terraria; Zetta for resources, and Roxxanne out of a perceived debt to Zetta. Both are reviled by many for this and more, but they are also fierce in combat, and Alpha ‘respects’ them for it, in as much as Alpha can respect anything at all.

They are not alone in support of Alpha, but the fact is that they nor anyone else are enough to stop the Anti-Godmodder onslaught. They have only a handful of allies, a thousand-fold more enemies more than capable of keeping momentum in Alpha’s turf, and their foes land increasingly-devastating blows upon an already-wounded Alpha with each passing day. Here and now, Zetta intends to change this-to finish a magnificent work started long ago, a superweapon alchemy to end all superweapon alchemies. It had been arduous work to assemble the components, to the point Zetta had been forced to sell off copies of the more dangerous components to his enemies to gain the requisite materials in a reasonable, timely manner-but all of it was about to pay off, today.

…Roxxanne sighs.

Roxxanne: I really liked all of these…
Zetta: You still have Ratatoskr, do you not?
Roxxanne: But I really liked ALL of them, D colon!
Zetta: Well, they were meant as pieces of a greater whole the minute they were made, even before I came along.
Zetta: It is only natural that we ought to finish the job here and make this sunnuvagorilla.
Zetta: It’ll be worth far more than any of these nine separated.
Zetta: We still have a bunch of powerful weapons anyways-my Hat and your spare Ratatoskr, the alpha Fenrir, the Ragnarok shotgun, and the three swords DarkSide supplied us, and this is alongside our vast collection of armaments.
Zetta: Really, we have more than enough supercharged weapons already.
Zetta: My only worry is if Alpha will freak out over this…
Roxxanne: He really shouldn’t, though?
Roxxanne: It’s your super-duper weapon, true, but he’s a super-super-duper-duper ultra-powerful guy AND you’re on his side, so he otta’ be really happy about havin’ someone just wreck all’a those stupid slavers, colon three!
Zetta: Right, I guess we’ll see what he thinks when we show it off later…
Zetta: All that’s left is applying the charge.

Zetta reaches his hand over to a metaphysical corner of reality with his semi-metaphysical left arm. His eyes are not nearly as metaphysical, however, so from Roxxanne’s perspective his left arm ceases to exist while Zetta leans to the left, attempting to grasp at an object with an arm that is not there. Roxxanne knows what Zetta is doing, of course, and a confident smirk gives Roxxanne the information that Zetta has found the charges-spherical packets of immense power, stored in a pocket dimension to be used in incredible acts. Like creating a superweapon.

Zetta: OK, got the charge. Or, charges, I guess.
Zetta: I mean. I guess I’ll just burn an extra charge, a bonus 50 will probably grease the wheels of reality here.
Roxxanne: Oh man! I can’t wait! This is gonna be awesome, colon three!

Zetta clears his throat, still leaning over, his head turning directly towards the set of nine gauntlets upon the pure white machine known as the Alchemiter. Roxxanne turns towards it too, contemplating the Alchemiter for the moment. This device is responsible for the creation of countless weapons of war through the fusion of objects that range from the esoteric to the mundane, creating ‘alchemies’ of variable but great power. Ripped from a now-dead universe so thoroughly destroyed as to be existentially tenuous, it once costed a resource known as Grist to function, which Descendants usually got from private, automated farms that were never visited. However, since Alpha destroyed that universe for one of his godhoods, Grist ceased to exist-and so did the Alchemiter’s need for it. Now the mystery machine ran on its own power, only requiring time to achieve its maximum potential. This alteration has made creating planet-busting weapons a terrifyingly easy cinch-and for this war, somehow, that was not enough. Here they were, about to make something that would make a planet-killing weapon look like a cheap firecracker.

If not for who is plotting the creation of this ‘Yggdrasil,’ Roxxanne would have objected a long time ago. That said, Roxxanne has a faith in Zetta that she has a tough time putting to words-the man saved her from slavery! Brought her back from madness! And Zetta’s tolerance for Roxxanne’s antics and unsettling powers is above and beyond what Roxxanne had anticipated. Fellow Pro-Godmodders Emerald and Simeon seem pleasant but distant, and Alicia is super-friendly but not too bright; but Zetta is charming in every sense of the word. She never realized how much she wanted friendship for a long time-but now she wants to make every friend she can, and Zetta has been one of her best. She selectively ignored the talk of Zetta being shifty and up to no good. That’s what the Anti-Godmodders thought of all the Pro-Godmodders, and as far as she was concerned, the only person she considered to be ‘shifty’ among them is herself and Alpha, and she had plans to at least understand why Alpha is so furtive. Thus, it is perfectly OK for Zetta to make a weapon of unknowable power-Roxxanne had full confidence that he would use it to end the war and do all kinds of good deeds.

For her part, Roxxanne at least admitted that she was being selectively oblivious.

Zetta: … OK then! All ready. I’ve got the charges set up… Now for the incantations.
Zetta: Audite audientes me mundi copias, ut pro te fructum vocare!
Zetta: Ego Zetta, auctor armorum interfusa coercet, et ego mercede huc ad virtutem mutare mundi, per sacrificium ex illa hora armis!
Zetta: Ratatoskr nobilis, divinam ex ligno nuntius!
Zetta: Jormungandr nobilis, orbis terrarum, encoiling colubrum!
Zetta: Fenrir nobilis, ad Apocalypsis lupum!
Zetta: Veolfornir nobilis, vigilans oculis universi mundi, sui!
Zetta: Tyr nobilis, plastes ad plures mundos!
Zetta: Freya nobilis, vita-binding virgine!
Zetta: Forseti nobilis, manus temporis!
Zetta: Nyx nobilis, et in limbo ejus: Quantum est de damnatis!
Zetta: Atque Base nobilis est, et duces prodeunt binding quod in his potestatibus novam formam!
Zetta: Adtendas sacrificium novem arma et potentiam dextra ac ultimum exitium telum praeaccipit dabis mihi!
Zetta: Da mihi virtutem quae Yggdrasil!

Zetta, at this time, reached his arm out of a metaphysical realm, withdrawing three spheres of blinding light, one glowing noticeably larger than the other two-wait, wasn’t there only supposed to be two? Roxxanne objects-

Roxxanne: Zetta!

-but too late, for by the time she opens her mouth Zetta had slammed the three orbs into an open port in the Alchemiter. Zetta turned back, eyes wide in modest confusion as the machine began to shake internally, the white arm above whirring to life, absorbing the nine arms.

Zetta: Uh, what?
Roxxanne: Zetta, there were three charges there, not two!
Zetta: Oh, uh, I guess I felt I needed to have all three… Sorry, did I forget something?

Roxxanne’s many left arms at once hit her face, all at once.

Zetta: Oh, right! The spaceship!
Zetta: I had thought you already went and made that, though.
Roxxanne: If I did, I’d probably have talked with Alpha one last time, and then I’d have left to go fix the whole paradox thing.
Zetta: What paradox thing?
Roxxanne: Augh! Zetta! You keep forgetting! The whole issue with the Dark Carnival? The reason why I’m even in this timeline to begin with?
Zetta: … You haven’t told me about this.
Roxxanne: Zetta, I told you this about…

Roxxanne pauses, and her face turns from annoyed to awkward.

Roxxanne: Oh. Right. I haven’t… Ehehe. Darnit, I thought you already knew, for certain.
Roxxanne: Here, let me just explain that quickly-

BAM! Roxxanne jumped a little and Zetta’s head whirled to the Alchemtier, which was now emitting a rather troubling amount of smoke.

Zetta: Oh, uh oh.
Roxxanne: gorilla!

Roxxanne grabbed Zetta and leaped right off the hill, managing several acrobatic flips in midair in the process before landing feet-first at the foot of the hill, just in time for the Alchemiter to explode dramatically behind her. The machine’s flaming wreckage landed around, her, creating a flashy background and making Roxxanne look like a 4-foot-9 can of pure, concentrated and flawless badass in the form of an overly-flashy magical girl.

A fragment of metal from the blast proceeded to hit Zetta square in the face.

Zetta: gorilla!
Roxxanne: Ohmygosh are you OK?!
Zetta: … It’s only a bit of metal. No harm done-it’ll take far worse to even scratch the likes of us, after all. We just-oh, gorilla! the Alchemiter!

Zetta scrambles up the hill, materializing a white armor upon his body at the same time. As counterintuitive as it may seem, Roxxanne has no surprise whatsoever when Zetta gains incredible speed as a result-Zetta’s armor possesses movement boosting abilities just as useful as its indestructible nature. Roxxanne, instead of directly following, opts to channel her own saccharine powers to invoke the trope where a character leaves the ‘frame’ only to appear on the opposite side of the next without explanation, allowing her to pop into existence at the top of the hill, awaiting Zetta.

Both are treated to the site of the Alchemiter’s ruined remains, still smoldering with the intensity of the power poured into them. Suffice it to say that the Alchemiter had suffered an egregious, irreparable wound that would minutes later be rolled back by Alpha in his usual manner of reversing the ravages of the war to make the Battlefield habitable. It appears that the plan has gone up in smoke.

Zetta: …
Roxxanne: …
Zetta: Roxxanne, you have that bow that controls wind, right?
Roxxanne: Right.

Roxxanne materializes a bow that controls the wind in her hand, and without much flair to the matter, waves it aside, blowing the smoke away. Clear of smoke, the entire hill was instead bathed in a soft, golden glow, centered upon a golden object-

Zetta: YES!

Zetta leaps upon the new Alchemy as a disembodied voices hammers words into the fabric of reality-

“Yggdrasil (Level 729): This is it. I must put my foot down here. Congratulations: you have officially broken Alchemy forever. This is clearly the most powerful weapon ever created, fueled and bonded by the forces of eight already-overpowered arms, a ninth just for keks, and somehow after that you still have a copy of one of the aforementioned eight overpowered arms and an overpowered hat. Even in a game known for powercreep I cannot fathom this whole new fresh hell. I don’t think the level even matters-what matters is that this thing ought to be busting at least multiple universes at once as a casual display of power, and Narrative forbid it ever goes full power. I can’t possibly list how many powers this thing has, just that it’s all nerfed because game balance and even then it is a monster. I applaud you for your dedication to make this abomination of an alchemy, but I’m not having this go the way of Alpha Godmodding. No more alchemy powercreep. This is the one. The ONLY one. No copies, no duplicates, and no repeats. I’m hard-capping any Alchemy from here-on out to Level 50, all of them. This one is the exception that makes the rule, and this really isn’t an Alchemy anymore either so much as it is a full-blown spoil of war, so go ahead. Have a fifth.”

Zetta’s elation at these words, despite the pessimistic tone said words were delivered in, is a rare sight; his face is alight in a true, happy smile. Roxxanne’s own face is aglow with joy and wonder at the marvel Zetta cradles in his arms, as well as Zetta’s own jubilee.

Zetta: Ah, thank you, game master! Thank you very, very much.

“Yggdrasil, that insane mesh of golden roots that serves as a prosthetic left arm, is a spoil of War from the ‘boss’ that is the all-powerful forge of weapons known as the Alchemiter. It comes with the ability to super-empower any action you do, whether damaging or not, with a five-turn cooldown. HOWEVER, this comes with an additional three expendable charges separate from the cooldown, like an Artifact or Waluigi Thyme. Each one is basically an action corresponding to a truly godlike amount of power that almost nothing else (reasonable) in this game can convey, and aside from damaging or healing the Godmodder, will almost always work to the letter of intent and without side-effects. And let me repeat myself: this is the ONLY TIME! I don’t care how much you beg. You’ve wasted half the game making this abomination, no-one else is getting a second.”

Zetta: Ah, thank you again, Gamemaster. For the fifth one we’ve had overseeing this war, you’re quite-

“Also because of this, you lot are also banned from creating or receiving any further alchemies that break the level cap, except for maybe the ship. Good god you have too many and you’ve just destroyed half of them. I’m going to be thinking about hard-capping this nonsense in the future beyond just you, as well.”

Zetta: Oh. Well, I suppose that is a perfectly reasonable drawback for all of this power-

“Finally, uh, look behind you.”

Zetta looks behind him, finding a familiar figure that may or may not have been there the whole time. Nearly two meters tall, bearing the cubical form of a Minecraftian, with short brown hair, a magnificent beared, a scarred right eye, a billowing red scarf, a right hand of blue crystal, and a scowl of contempt-all the signature features of the most dreaded combatant in the war. Alpha.

Zetta: Alpha!
Alpha: Don’t you ‘Alpha’ me. That is, that thing, that thing is ridiculous!
Alpha: What the actual gorilla are you thinking of doing with that?!
Roxxanne: Helpin’ you win, colon three!
Alpha: A likely story! That thing… It’s an abomination.

“I know.”

Alpha: Me and the me-forsaken Gamemaster should not be agreeing on this, but we agree! But that is not even the worst part!
Alpha: The worst part is that it powercreeps the Godarm!
Alpha: There is no alchemy that should be stronger than my Godarm!

Alpha thrusts the crystalline arm forwards, almost poking Zetta’s chest with the middle finger. Roxxanne’s optimism wavered-Alpha enjoyed turning his right hand into a sword to swiftly impale agressors. A bead of cherry soda formed upon her head. The potential death is the short-term issue; Descendants never stayed down, as far as Roxxanne knew. The forced expulsion from the pro-godmodders is the long-term issue, and far, far worse.

Alpha: I can’t have lousy upstarts waltzing around with weapons of unfathomable power that aren’t me.
Alpha: I’m not going to tolerate anyone who’s holding a weapon stronger than mine, got it?!

“Well, it appears that Alpha doesn’t approve of you having that… If you really want to keep that arm, you’ll probably have to switch to the Anti Godmodders.”

Roxxanne’s face crunches up into a scowl at the thought of it. The Anti-Godmodders? Slaver scum. Alpha is a questionable man (and Roxxanne intended to ask many questions), but he has never stooped that low to Roxxanne’s face.

Zetta, for his part, seems to already have an answer, perhaps even knowing this would happen. He relaxed himself into a cool face and a smile, disregarding the danger to his life-a thing that Roxxanne could admire about him.

Zetta: Oh, of course not. Ahaha, let me rectify this abhorrent situation at once.

Zetta removes the ring from his right hand, dematerializing the flaming left arm he had before. A second later, the Alchemy on the ground replaced it, a knotted tangle of mostly-golden tree-like limbs, occasionally pulsing with a greater power. Alpha tensed.

Zetta: After all, I believe that it will not be nearly as much of a problem if you had at least some of that power for your own, right?
Zetta: Many things I may be, but you can’t call me a scrooge for power like my Split.

Zetta clicks his fingers, and a small orb of concentrated power, colored akin to its source, fades itself out of the arm and into a sphere, which Alpha studies with a guarded curiosity.

“Wait what. You can’t… Wait, no, you can. I just said you could. gorilla.”

Alpha studies it further as Roxxanne’s nerves mount. She knew people on the other side of the war, true, but she had no intention of joining them! She could not stand for their ideals, she couldn’t stand being a traitor. But she could not bring herself to fight Zetta head-on. Fighting Mardek and Vas’ill was bad enough, and their acceptance of the omnicidal ‘Anime Trio’ and the power-hungry Hezetor helped counterbalance attacking them in her mind, but attacking Zetta? Out of the question. Maybe Zetta would take pity and use a charge of that weapon to quick-fix her ship so she can get out of dodge? Sounds like a plan to her.

Alpha’s eyes nearly bulged out of their cubical sockets in investigating the colored orb, his hand still carefully positioned to effortlessly slaughter Zetta. Silence follows as Roxxanne watches with baited breath, Zetta continues his warm smile against the odds, and the unfathomable machine that is the Godmodder’s mind turns and debilitates. Finally, after what feels like an eternity for Roxxanne, Alpha retracts his right arm from Zetta’s chest.

Alpha: Fine. I suppose this will do, for now.
Alpha: But do NOT get any ideas with the rest of that power, punk.
Alpha: It may be enough to catch my attention, but it still isn’t enough to even match the power in one of my pinkies.

The eternal drumbeat of the battlefield miles away, at that moment, ceased. Then a blur on the horizon blitzed forth at impossible speeds, and crowds of people now surrounded Alchemiter Hill where seconds before the trio on it were the only living beings for miles. Zetta whips out a sword wrapped in steam, Roxxanne an axe that flares eternally; Alpha just turns around and smirks at the new crowd, the Anti-Godmodders.

Alpha: How many times do you fall for that decoy trick a day?

The usual novice Anti-Godmodder forces amongst the rabble fired high-caliber sniper rifles directly into Alpha’s face. Alpha blinked, catching all the bullets with his eyelashes, before blinking again to send them back into their midst even faster, causing a small explosion that scatters the rookies into the sky. Seconds later, a clear server notification pops up: Ppoppo77 and Mr. Nike McShoeman have left the server.

Alpha: Heh. Gets ‘em every time.
Piono: We really do need to work on our rookie training program.
Mardek: They come and go faster than the Eye of Cthulhu against a late-game Calamity player.
Split: Eh, at least they get out of the way fast enough.
Alpha: Alright, alright, enough of this. It’s nothing important in the end, you’ll all die to me no matter what. Back to the battlefield!

Alpha thus launches himself into the sky, blazing at lightspeed back to the plain field that marked the conflict’s one and only theatre. The Anti-Godmodders rushed back at almost equivalent speeds, or all but one-a kingly figure in full armor, resting upon a throne, and gazing at Zetta’s new arm with a stoic expression.

Zetta: I take it you are here to offer a deal of some sort?
Hezetor: With you? Ahahaha, no.
Hezetor: I’ve seen how your deals turn out before. I’m not a gullible idiot like her.
Roxxanne: Heeeeeeyyyy! I am not a gullible idiot! He didn’t sign me onto anything either, I joined of my own accord! Greater than colon close parenthesis!
Zetta: Hezetor, I work to the best and fullest of my capabilities and go out of my way to ensure the goals of the deal are secured, as you have just seen.
Hezetor: That’s what you call butchering-
Zetta: Are you here for a deal or not, Hezetor?

Hezetor’s body shook in an abrupt rage. His neutral expression, however, faltered only for a moment before continuing on, calm.

Hezetor:… Please do not interrupt me in the future, Ahaha. As for your deal, no, again.
Hezetor: I don’t need to betray my allies or suck up to you to get my power. I can earn it quite well on my own.
Hezetor: I am just studying your weapon, for future engagements. Did you not just give Alpha a considerable amount of that dangerous power?
Zetta: Yes. Yes I did. Unlike you, I do not have to feel like I’m the most powerful being for lightyears around just to feel secure and self-confident.

At this, Hezetor broke into a visible frown, eyes aglow with a golden power.

Hezetor: Zetta… Do NOT mock me.

Zetta, for his part, continued his warm smile and calm stance even as Roxxanne shifted into an aggressive stance, bearing the axe at Hezetor.

Zetta: Ah, sorry. Your behavior just reminds me of my Split. Tazz, you know him. And you share the power of true Godmodding with him too, at the exact same intensity as well…
Zetta: Little gorilla, he is.
Hezetor: I am the great and mighty Hezetor-not your Split, and not to be compared with him so quickly. Remember that.
Zetta: Of course, I always do. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, as they say.

Hezetor lets out another condescending laugh. His eyes cease glowing, and Roxxanne lowers her axe.

Hezetor: Ahahahaha, I see you practice what you preach very well…
Hezetor: But even I’d balk at giving that much power to Alpha.
Hezetor: Who knows what he’d do with it after all, so dangerous and tempermental as he is.
Roxxanne: A lot of good stuff that everyone’d appreciate, instead of just powergrabbing.
Hezetor: Feisty today, aren’t you… And blind as usual.
Roxxanne: I’m not blind!
Hezetor: But you’re following Zetta around like a stray puppy, ignorant of every evil he does and eager to serve.
Hezetor: There is not a better word for such a person.
Zetta: Now, now, Hezetor… If you’re going to just keep standing there, trying to glean more information out of us, then I suggest you get out. You have a battle to lose, after all.
Hezetor: Ahahaha, we will see about that…

And just like that, Hezetor vanishes into the wind, with naught even the slightest tell to inform the casual viewer what occurred-he was there for a second, and now he is gone. Zetta brushes his hair, letting out a sigh, and turns to Roxxanne.

Zetta: Glad he’s gone. Eugh. Obnoxious as ever… ‘we will see about that’ indeed. Don’t let him get to you, Roxxanne.
Roxxanne: Eugh… How does anyone take him seriously? He’s not that much more powerful than me, colon I.
Zetta: He’s an Alpha Godmodder. I’m fairly sure every encounter you’ve had with my split ought to tell you why that power isn’t to be trifled with.
Roxxanne: I’dve won if-

Zetta raises a finger, silencing Roxxanne. His face and eyes focus upon her with a stoic focus.

Zetta: Let me be the first to say that ‘if’ you’re thinking of is a nonexistent possibility. Your ultimate suedom or whatever is nothing compared to even the lowest Godmodding Rank in a one-on-one fight. You think you have the powers to take ‘em on, but I’ll be honest, you do not.
Zetta: As much of a pain as he is, fighting him is just going to get you trashed.
Zetta: … But Hezetor isn’t anything to the real top dogs right now, either. My Split, Erelye, Engie, and especially Piono… Both Pionos. They’re all leagues more menacing right now.
Zetta: Let that sink in for you a minute. The majority of these people are either ambivalent about this war or against us. This is why I created Yggdrasil-because Alpha aside, we're the vastly inferior force in this war.
Zetta: Hezetor’s got a long way to climb to hit the top of the heap, and that’s just compared to the rest of us, at least, so he won't get worse for a long while...
Roxxanne: Still… I’m fixin’ to take ‘im and the rest down a peg as soon as I can. Slaving scum.
Zetta: That’s the spirit! Now, I’ll be seeing about test-driving this bad boy. Anything you’ll be doing this day? I’m sure you can take it easy.

Roxxanne hummed, pressing a finger against her lower lip. What could she do…? There is a lot to do at Aetheria that she could think of. There is the dimensional rift to her house closeby-Aetheria’s governing body would not let the entrance to her abode be within the city’s limits, though, and Roxxanne was making a conscious effort to avoid it, especially since her underlings started making inflated backstories for her. (“Ohmigosh, didn’t you HEAR about her? She obliterated the existencemultiomniversewhatever, but then she rebuilt it from scratch BUT BETTER. So awesomeeeeee!!!!!”) There is the grand library, perfect for studying the next new plot hook or researchable tidbit of the multiverse… That she likely already knew about. There is the grand arena, which Roxxanne is famous in. Famous as a ‘misguided villain’ who fights the ‘heroic’ descendants. In any case, there isn’t a match prepared for her tier of fighting skills-she’d know in a heartbeat. There were the residential complexes… Which at most she could wander around in, as she didn’t know much of anybody there. In disguise, as Aetherian officials did not take kindly to her last waltzing about in there. The only person there for her anyways were the DarkSides-

-and then something clicked in the back of her head.

Roxxanne: Hey, Zetta… Did you see DarkSide in the crowd?
Zetta: Hrm, no, no I didn’t. You’re going to go see him? Spy on him? Date him?
Roxxanne: I’m not datin’ nobody! He’s just unaccounted for, so I’mma go search for him, in Aetheria. I’ll see you later!

Roxxanne slid off-‘frame,’ effectively removing herself from the scene to jetty off to Atheria.

Zetta’s warm smile vacated itself from his face the second Roxxanne was gone.

Zetta: … Good riddance. For now, anyways.
Zetta: It's just so painful to deal with her... But she forgot about the whole 'stole my ship charge' thing right quick.
Zetta: Looks like she's still open to my internal manipulation.
Zetta: Hopefully I'll be able to stop dealing with her at all soon.

He pulls out a phone from his pocket, types a thirty-character length password, and starts calling his top contact-an artificial being known as Chaos and his primary work partner. The phone picks up in seconds thanks to blazing fast void WiFi.

chaos: yo waddup
Zetta: Chaos, do you have the Desuification machine ready yet? We’re getting dangerously close to losing our grasp on Ms. IWillgorillaYourMindForever on my end.
chaos: uhhhhh
chaos: first off i kinda (t)hink you’re obsessed wi(t)h her
chaos: she’s no(t) even gonna be (t)arge(t)ed
Zetta: As I’ve said before, she will come. It’s either a question of whether she’ll do it because “I’m a hero so I help people in distress” or because “Your little buddy has been lying his pants off to me this whole time so I’m here to kill you both”
chaos: ze(t)(t)a buddy (t)ha(t)’s jus(t) i(t)
chaos: as soon as i ge(t) an ar(t)ifi©ial minds©ape ©apable of handling the dreamer that isn’(t) my own she’ll be irrelevan(t) as anyone else
chaos: on©e (t)ha(t) happens (t)hen no(t)hing else ma(t)(t)ers
chaos: even if she were to ©ome (t)he dreamer ©ould nerf her gli(t)(t)er in(t)o (t)he dir(t)
chaos: and (t)hen we kill her, ire and everyone else and (t)hen all of every(t)hing per (t)he plan
chaos: i'm no(t) dumb enough (t)o give (t)hem a real ©han©e
chaos: i'm only doing (t)his because you've been ©razy useful wi(t)h (t)he supplies and all
chaos: are you sure (t)ha(t) a(t)(t)emp(t)ing (t)o preemp(t)ly backs(t)ab her will be (t)he reason she ©omes if she even does and i(t) somehow ma(t)(t)ers
Zetta: It’s a threat we can remove before we even try testing and one that’s more likely to attack us than not. Plus, you’re testing it. It’s genius. Plus it’s the least you can do for keeping the you-know-what from escaping.
Zetta: Plus you already promised, so I’m thinking that you’re delaying the news here. How complete is it?
chaos: pulling (t)ha(t) ©ard eh
chaos: sigh
chaos: ok ok so
chaos: (t)here may have been some minor explosions
Zetta: gorilla.
chaos: but mos(t) of (t)he (t)heory is over wi(t)h and (t)ha(t) was (t)he hard par(t) really
chaos: so now i jus(t) need more s(t)uff
chaos: so
chaos: bring some more s(t)uff nex(t) (t)ime
Zetta: What kind of ‘stuff’ are we talking about here?
chaos: (t)he usual s(t)uff
chaos: (t)he dreamer is already done
chaos: kinda
chaos: jus(t) some minor (t)weaks here and (t)here and (t)hen my plan ©an begin
Zetta: That’s great news to hear!
chaos: i’ll call you when (t)he desuifi©a(t)iona(t)or is ready
chaos: also poli(t)e reminder (t)ha(t) you’re ©on(t)ra©(t)ed to me
chaos: so don’(t) a©(t) like you own me
chaos: be©ause you don’(t)
Zetta: When have I ever acted like that to you, buddy?
chaos: all (t)he (t)ime
Zetta: … I’ll watch my language in the future, then.
chaos: (t)hank

Chaos hangs up without further ado, leaving Zetta standing around, staring at the battlefield in the distance. A smirk forms on his face as he holds Yggdrasil towards the distant display of lights.

Zetta: Now, let’s see what you can really do…

Originally posted on 2018-04-15 03:30:00

Nice start, a few of the descriptions were slightly confusing, but I'm really into it so far.

Originally posted on 2018-05-23 03:16:00