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JOEbob |
Posted: Apr 20 2020, 03:10 PM
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[x1]Except, you see, I did not leave 199999 charges on the ground. I pick up all the remaining charges on the ground, and explain:
I left 199999 charges per charge I made. Of which there were 18. so, there are 17 x 199999 charges available for me still, which I am already holding; I proceed to instantly do the following. [xCHARGES] I expend 199999x2=399998 of them to seize complete control of Stefan Havking. Since this is enough to kill him and then summon something else which is exactly as strong as him, since he was made by half as many charges as this, it works. it just works. I then expend another 199999 charges on further screaming. while doing this, I expend 199999 charges- bringing me to 13 sets of that- to create a soulbound chestplate which cannot defend crafted gods from damage, which will protect me from everything which the person inside the chestplate doesn't want to happen to me, and which cannot be stolen. and 199999 charges to make a soulbound helmet with equivalent properties. and 199999 on leggings of the same sort, and 199999 on boots of the same sort, and 199999 to make an energy shield which has those very same properties. 9 sets left. But they're inside the shield, so I shove them down my own gullet, protecting them from crafted gods. [x0]I politely inform my crafted god self that I am well aware of what peek performance looks like, and they are not it either. Assets: 1799991 Charges left. Stefan Havking. Cjestplate, Helmet, Leggings, Boots, Energy Shield. |
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Dr Nepomniachtchi |
Posted: Apr 20 2020, 05:37 PM
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An upstanding man is a man at his best. As the train of life slogs on, as it is known to do, little workers of fate scramble in and out of it with their cartoonish hardhats and thoughts of downing swigs of ale in unison at the local pub once the train crashes (and it does, eventually). They don't know what OSHA is. They've never been taught the proper way to do things by the great minds at Reddit-dot-com. All they know is a simple process: disassembling the rails that the train has already treaded and momentarily setting them in front for instant usage.
An ideal man is a man at his best. A turtle once said this: "The past is history, the future is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present!". However, turtles are known to frequently be consumed by men, and thus I posit that men are probably who you should be taking your advice from. Then again, men are consumed by power, so really it is power that you should be paying attention to. As it stands, neither men nor power have a future. Fate is only fate as long as it is controlled by the GM, otherwise it is simple a phony prediction that the GM will likely circumvent just to spite it. Dr Nepomniachtchi always remembers, and one thing among the several infinites he can recall is that the GM almost never has anything ready for the future. If you make everything up on the spot, then really, what kind of future could there be? A learned man is a man at his best. You've read past the rest of this post, and if you've been paying attention, you'd be able to predict what comes next. You are wrong. In fact, the past does exist. And so does the present. What is the present? Well, the present is now. But what is now? There is no instantaneous moment. There are building blocks of reality with specific definitions. I am certain that if we are to accept that the "present" is a Planck unit of time, a lot of things stop making sense. Consider this: "I'm reading a book right now." Well, certainly you are not, for if we are to take the smallest unit into consideration, you are presently not doing that. Thus it is safe to say that this definition is malleable. I simply choose to define it as everything that occurred from the dawn of time to this particular moment. The present grows. It's never constant. If there is only one banana, then that banana is the best banana in existence. It is also the worst banana in existence. There is only ever one me. He exists in the present. He is the best me. He is also the worst me, but that matters less. If there is only one me, then it will not matter who this me is, as they are both perfectly identical and perfectly singular. I take my leave. |
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dungkaka1801 |
Posted: Apr 21 2020, 03:17 PM
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Post #1, @Fran:
You hit the mirror with a hammer. Ah, so you'd confront yourself with brute force? As you hit the mirror, Crafted God you impales you with a sickle. Then it shatters. It reconstitutes pretty quickly, but you find yourself in shards. In the shards? You're in another world with yourself. 3 damage to you, 1 damage to the other. Post #2, @Carleah: Since you haven't been flushed down a toilet, you can't bury yourself in metachronistic shit. Is there such a thing? (Fuck around with me and find out.) Post #3, @TwinBuilder: You steal a copy of the Age of Shit. But time is money, and Erika needed that money to have the time to reveal all of her information to you. So the book's still loading, and yes, paper does NEED time to load. Hard to believe. Yeah, it's hard for me to believe too. You find a table of contents. The first seven chapters are complete. The eight will load when you 'become more resolute', probably by finding your great enemy. There are three more parts that haven't loaded at all. But wait, what of the alligator? Well, he's spent some time with me. You've made him swim in shit, and he's decided that life should be as shitty for YOU as it is for him. He's nicked some books, and he's coming for you with you and I. Table of Contents Post #4, @hungry visitor: You ponder on. You and you bitchslap yourself, ten damage. Come on, come on, wakey-wakey! Post #5, @King_Fuffy: You metatextually look into the mirror and metatextually create a copy of yourself. Keane fails his attempt at existing.. Post #6, @Serpent: Oh... I'm sorry for the mix-up. NYPD puts you in jail. Since I don't know your name, it's bold-text. "Ah, someone decided that I was 'ruining the good mood', and that the 'game was up', 'curtains closed'. They evicted me, and sent me hhere. pretty depressing, huh." There appears to be nothing outside the jail cell. Are you sure? Post #7, @Splashcat. "Ah, it's a phrase that fills your mind, heart and soul with bad information. Makes you start questioning others, your community. You become atomised, yous start slipping away from them, and then from yourself. Shame that you said it!" You kind of stare at him blankly. That's not what that meant. Well, I mean, you called him Crafted God of Meaning. You probably should have expected him to be able to change it all on the spot. Post #8, @Bomber. You sell fifteen barrels of oil to some schmuck. They had 40 cents in the bank and thus die a couple hours after receiving it. +15 HP. The alligator then chokes on change: 25,000 damage! Post #9, @JOEbob. You wait a day to pick up your charges, and suddenly catch charging sickness. You attempt to mind control Stefan Havking, magic up a chestplate, helmet, leggings, boots and energy shield. "Well, well, well," your counterpart says. "You really don't look so healthy." You vomit. You've invested some extra charge into claiming Stefan Havking, who turns out to have used his genius brain to invent mirror sunglasses. He takes the charge you were going to use to brutally murder and resummon him, and spins it back 'round at you. You use your energy shield to deflect it away, but everything seems kind of swapped. Post #10, @Nepo. You look in the mirror, see No Future, only the present. Also you see you eating an entire bundle of bananas whole. Your legs fall off. You can't leave, not so soon! The Crafted Gods move when you move, it seems. The three sewer beasts spit death at Splashcat, Bomber and Carleah! 5 damage. Stefan Havking fires at JOE's energy shield, doing 239,998,800 damage! You probably shouldn't dwell too much on the others. That wouldn't be self-reflection, would it? There are a lot of pretty shards on the ground, though... A SIDE Carleah: 15/20 HP. TwinBuilder: 20/20 HP. Splashcat: 15/20 HP. Bomber: 15/20 HP. Hungry Visitor: 10/20 HV. Paradox: 20/20 HP. JOE: 20/20 HP. Energy Shield: 559,997,200/799,996,000 HP. Etarran: 20/20 HP. Dr. Nepo: 20/20 HP. B SIDE Carleah: 20/20 HP. Messaging. I. You. Serpent: 125/125 HP. Psyche. Splashcat: 20/20 HP. Tiqqun Olam. Bomber: 20/20 HP. Capital. Hungry Visitor: 20/20 HV. Roles. Hungry Visitor: 20/20 HV. Just Playin'. Paradox: 20/20 HP. Poesia. [] JOE: 20/20 HP. Trivium. Cjestplate: 799,996,000/799,996,000 HP. Helmet: 799,996,000/799,996,000 HP. Leggings: 799,996,000/799,996,000 HP. Boots: 799,996,000/799,996,000 HP. Energy Shield: 799,996,000/799,996,000 HP. Etarran: 20/20 HP. Metamodernism. Dr. Nepo: 20/20 HP. Acceleration: 100,000/100,000 HP. Aneantion: 100,000/100,000 HP. Autopeluredebananisation: 100,000/100,000 HP. Stefan Havking: 2,399,988,000/2,399,988,000 HP. +16 Energy per turn. 16/1024 Energy. Only Goin' Up: [23/04//20] See You Later: 100,000/125,000 HP. Age of Revolution! Age of Capital! Age of Empire! Age of Extremes! SHARDS Fran: 7/20 HP. Fran: 19/20 HP. Hexennacht. OFF DISC - JAIL. Serpent: 20/20 HP. In jail with her dear friend bold-text. The Godmodder: 100/100 HP. |
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JOEbob |
Posted: Apr 21 2020, 06:51 PM
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[1000CP] I create such an amazing cure for charging sickness that charging sickness just stays away from me out of fear of the cure and implant the cure in my mouth.
[250CP] I also take a small dose of that cure to get rid of the sickness which is already there. [749CP] I cloak myself in antimemetic effects and rush ahead of the deflected beam to cloak It in antimemetics, making it impossible for anyone not on NCGJOE class mnestetics to percieve it (NCG stands for non-crafted-god, so I am always on NCGJOE class mnestetics, and crafted god me is incapable of being on NCGJOE class mnestetics), then deflect the beam back into Stefan Havking, killing-and-resummoning-him onto my side! The beam already exists, hence my much smaller charge expenditure to just redirect it. [1x] I slap a bandaid on my shield. |
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Splashcat |
Posted: Apr 23 2020, 07:34 PM
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In retrospect, of course that attack didn't work. They weren't written by me. They didn't even know what they were missing.
However, they have forgotten. I was the one who named them the Crafted God of Meaning. In doing so, I became the one who defined their identity, beating dungkaka to the punch. Since when can the Crafted God of Meaning change it all on the spot? Their recontextualization operates within a certain framework, and CG!Splashcat has way overstepped their bounds. I tell them this, and they fall, like Wile E. Coyote looking down and being ejected from Eden for it. I'll catch them, of course, if they're willing. ----- My offer to switch off with anyone still stands. |
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FlamingFlapjacks |
Posted: Apr 25 2020, 10:17 PM
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![]() Carleah22? No way. ![]() ![]() ![]() Age: N/A Location: The Red Sea Status: N/A ![]() |
I read the section on Despair.
-------------------- Just a guy who likes DTG.
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