THAT WHICH IS LOST IS NOT ALWAYS FOREVER. IT MAY JUST BE WHERE ONE MAY NOT CONSIDER LOOKING.

Just as everything seemed to be going well. Auth's general silence continues, but something, something shifts. In the aura flowing through the field. Something changes.

It appears to be just about the time of Ette's death.

aU: Ah, hah. Figures that would be it, and that is my cue to leave.[/b]

Red lightning rings down from the sky.

[b]uA: ...

uA: ...

uA: And here I was thinking I would be keeping in lighter spirits for most of the fight.

uA: Butterfly...

uA: For what you just did...[/b]

Auth's appearance shifts. His hair turns from blood red to a deep silver. His eyes gain a redness not seen before, only possible to be called a deep crimson. His pupils take on more of an oval shape.

All this is to say... Auth is really, really pissed.

[b]uA: For killing Marron's sister, Ette.

uA: You are going to PAY.

Auth shifts to H10, before sending Irrigo and Violant to Mirror Chloe and DCCCV.

Then, he disappearificates to J15.

Originally posted on 2017-09-25 06:08:00

Dimitri is in his Stasis room. It looks like a white office, with a wall covered by a large set of windows, leading to empty space. A monitor is mounted on one of them, showing the recent events in the Mindscape.

Someone calls. He answers.

"YO, ASIMOV, ARE YOU SEEING THIS?"

"Yes. And unfortunately, people are not taking it so well.

This thing was made by a godmodder. Well, the Psi-Godmodder. And what do they want?

"I think to make people rage-quit? That's what Tito attacked those servers for."

"Yes."

"Is that why you're so calm?"

"Probably."
--[REDACTED], WEDNESDAY MY DUDES--
A scrappy-looking humanoid robot wakes up, in a clean room. He walks out the door, and looks for stairs. He bumps into a few people wearing labcoats along the way, and then he goes up the stairs, until he reaches that floor.

He walks towards the doorway, with smoke coming out of it. He peeks around it, and sees the remnants of an explosion, including a fresh corpse that he recognizes.

"Well, sucked +o be him."

The robot that we now know is Dimitri picks up his corpse, and brings him over his shoulder.
--END OF SOMETHING--
31 (8)
17 (7)
5 (12)
4 (9)
7 (18)
5 (12)
66
----
+9 INT (27)
39
+2 AGI (6)
33
+4 SPC (12)
21
+3 STR (9)
12
+12 MHP (6)
+6 MMP (6)
----
Respeccing...
25 (+6) MHP
14 (+4) MMP
4 (+1) STR
3 (+1) AGI
10 (+2) INT
6 SPC
----
NEW SKILLS:
Temship Raid
Revive
12INT - Dogsong
----
Glitch Temmie moves to K7, using a Life Bottle to revive Dimitri on L7 (Dimiheart on L8), and brings down the vibrations on <0>'s eye.
Dimitri moves to I11, and Dimiheart to I12, then uses Death Defying Moment 2.0, reviving Battlefury on I13.

Originally posted on 2017-09-25 06:19:00

X-Saber and GBreadman both guard.

As Toast returns to where she was earlier that turn, she glances over at Marron, before returning her gaze the Butterfly (ignore the wall for a second). Then she double-takes back to Marron. Seeing Ette, her heart skips two beats, before rebooting, pumping white-hot rage through her body. She uses Shifting Sands on Marron to
move her to safety, placing in her in clear view of the butterfly.

You gorillaer.

Toast moves to N7 and activates Descendant.

>TOAST: COMBAT OPERANDI - MANIFEST

[flash=250,210]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKjwSp94n8s[/flash]

Toast pulls out her earrings, the Soulfire Anima, and clasps them in her right hand. In her anger, she nearly tears off her earlobe- not that she would care right now. Each earring was infused with a portion of her spirit- the sheer will to fight on. Now was time to put her spirit to work.

“TORIS-UN YA’RUS MIVIAN.”

Toast tosses the Chairheir’s Promise into the air. The earrings shudder as a portion of its power manifests in the chair, causing it to freeze midflight.

TORIS-TAN YA’RUS MIKAEL.


Nightmarron exits the inventory and joins the chair in the air, possessed by a similar magic.

TORIS-BAL YA’RUS MASITH-ENDO.

The Infernal Torment? What a surprise to see you with us this evening. You too would like to be possessed by Toast’s fighting spirit? Wonderful.

TORIS-OL YA’RUS NARIS-KATA.

Toast’s former weapon, the Aetherian Jadesaw, leaves to inventory, joining the party of animated weaponry.

TORIS-MAL O’OH SHILL-MARTILAN.

The light in the Soulfire Anima fade as the final essence surrounds her crystalline arm. Switching its colour from a pale emerald to a bright crimson.

LERI-

She pauses, and as she does so, the wind, the rain, the falling leaves… they all seem to stop with her.

-E SHILL-MARTILAN TETH TORIS-PENDUM.

The stasis ends, as a link seems to form between Toast and her weapons. Stowing the earrings in the inventory for the time being, Toast sweeps her arm in a wide arc. A wave of energy pulses out, and the animated weapons follow her movements, laying destruction into the wings of the Butterfly. Chairheir’s Promise pummels it with chairs upon chairs. Nightmarron unleashes a flurry of maneuvers putting even a master duelist to shame. The Jadesaw soon joins the fray, ripping whatever is left of the wing into tiny, elementally challenged piece. Wings in pieces, the Infernal Torment stays true to its name and incinerates whatever is left. At this, Toast leaps onto the back of the butterfly, weaponry in her wake, and impales it with her arm, in the form of a javelin. She shoves it in further and further, until it can go no further, and she mutters something audible only to <0> over the carnage.

“Say ‘Hi’ to vengeance for me.”

Some sort of reaction triggers in her body, and all of the matter that composes it flows into the crystalline javelin in the form of energy. In other words, she is spontaneously combusting. Toast’s body turns to ash, until only the crystal remains, vibrating intensely. Chairheir’s Promise falls out of the sky as the spirit possessing it returns to Toast, bringing her back to start once more. She combusts, burning up, again and again, pouring all of the energy into the javelin wedged between the butterfly’s wings! Finally, she is finished, and the crystalline weapon looks ready to burst. With one last infusion of her spirit, she leaps off the back off the butterfly and into the air, separating crystal from host with a loud crack. The energy contained within javelin detonates fourfold, tearing apart whatever may remain from the earlier onslaught.

Toast lands at Q7, her vengeance enacted. In a brighter state of mind, she might have berated herself for how edgy she thought it was, but it wasn’t really the time for that. Her anger slowly gave way to more sympathetic emotions.

Originally posted on 2017-09-25 06:38:00

Roxxanne's brow furrows. "OK, I get it. Resorting to pettiness to make up for effectiveness. Can't take a defeat period so you basically whine in the most destructive way possible. I really hope you... Well, I honestly hope you just feel hollow about the empty victory over this. You're coming to the conclusion that we really, really are just more than a match for you, right?"

DCCCV is allowed the first turn's action. DCCCV, please fire one more round of ammo into the Chaos Butterfly's wings-2 for the 2nd wing and 1 for the 4th. That will be all wings dead, and we may finally mount a real assault on the actual Butterfly. Ignore this. Roxxanne, Engie and Toast will be firing full throttle upon the Butterfly via Descendancy to kill the wells. Roxxanne will target Wing 4-Engie and Toast will target wing 2. That's lethal, everytime, assuming max damage. Or near to it.

Everyone else! Either kill the Projections/Pollen Irises (I forsee Hezetor and Crystal doing these things, respectively-though Hez needs a bit of effort into things), or buff up and prepare for phase 2. If you can't do much else, stand on whatever Descendancy well is left and fire on the Butterfly directly, after we are done. Ire has confirmed that we can attack the Butterfly directly before phase 2.

@Lyra: Please, if you can even consider it, override the EEE with your weapon special. It has served its purpose well, and now we need it gone.

----+----

ROXXANNE: COMBAT OPERANDI - DEVIL TRIGGER

Roxxanne will move to K8 and use a Descendancy well. "...Here's the facts for you, Butterfly. You have a fancy name, a fancy origin story, a fancy set of powers, a really ugly-looking form, and that's all given you a mighty fine opinion of yourself, leading to this moment wherein you thought of us as harmless. This is going to be your cue to turn into a final, devastating form that is 'sure' to wipe us out of the map, when really, you are reacting to us being tougher than you ascertained and are ergo uncertain as to if your new form will even get that done. You are now facing the reality of your situation. For all of your flash and pizazz... It's right in the name. You are a butterfly. You are an insect. A being repetitively said to be weak, fragile, and cute-as in, inconsequential and meaningless. The flap of a butterfly's wings could be replaced with the drop of a coin, a well-placed pen, a bit of dirt-it isn't some metaphor for your ultimate power, it's the word to never underestimate the tiny things that don't look to scratch you, and that is the mistake you have made today. In the words of one of the most famous Fire Elementals of all time..."

Roxxanne evaporates into a red mist that then fades out of existence.

Nightmare Mountain rumbles, slightly. Rocks tremble. Something below is shifting.

Something bursts out of the backside of the mountain, roughly amongst the medium of Zone 4. Rocks fly outwards, explosively, as what has to be the biggest snake in all of the Mindscape-more easily rendered as a whole map than an entity on the battlefield-rushes forwards, a neck so elongated that it's armored, intimidating maw easily stares at the peak.

It doesn't end there. The mountain rumbles even more-and abruptly six more heads of like shape burst out, forming a small almost-circle circle that, miserably for the butterfly, surrounds the whole battlefield, except, conveniently, for the behind.

The voice that comes forth isn't a voice at all-it's a massive gale force wind that a few of the weaker people around need to grip down, briefly, to avoid being blown right off the edge. But its noise makes sounds so unmistakable that there is no way that you could misinterpret the message.

"DIE, INSECT."

An eighth head abruptly bursts out of the abyss directly beneath the butterfly, mouth agape in one single, devastating bite. It whiffs-the Butterfly can evade even like that... Except not perfectly. Its fourth wing is casually torn off. The Butterfly casually regenerates it, because entropy and who gives a flying fig for attack special text? The other seven heads simultaneously strike to rectify this, each head tearing out another wing as it regrows. It is becoming pretty obvious that each head isn't giving one fling for this entropic nonsense the Butterfly has about it-each tearing of the wings sprays Entropic energy at the faces, as a clear defense against this exact kind of chicanery, and each spray evokes no reaction from any of the heads at all. Indeed, the massive scales of this huge snake look-OK, yeah, this is Roxxanne's 'real' form, obvious fact, but now it appears her Crimson Scale Robes are now... Uh, literal crimson (snake) scales on her actual body, down to the (likely tens of thousands of) entropic serpents looking around, hissing at the Butterfly's general direction.

This would probably look really good to the Butterfly except for the fact that none of the Entropic Energy on this stupid snake gives a shit for the Butterfly.

The Butterfly 'regenerates' its wing a total of nine times, the ninth time finally lacking in any real entropic energy enough to do damage on its own. The Butterfly witnesses the sight of the eight snakes casually swallowing still-toxic still-entropy fueled wings like the Butterfly was just natural prey for a beast like this.

Roxxanne - as you know her, not as the massive snake thing that is now hosting the whole boss arena - leaps down at I11. The snake heads back off... It appears that Roxxanne can't levy their proper power without the wells. Probably a result of the dreamer still nerfing her indirectly, or something stupid to justify why she isn't ending this whole bossfight at once with the power of an entropy-immune 'true form' that casually puts almost everything else displayed for a one-winged angel thus far to complete, total shame.

----+----

Temanne barks the orders while Roxxanne is up there. "Chloe! Both of you! Chug some of the blue sap, it'll get rid of the bad voices. And your lack of MP. New Chloe, move Marron away! Old Chloe, uh... Don't die! Sorry, swording isn't too optimal right now..."

The Temmie Hero will move to K12 and use Spinning Flakes. H E E L Z E. He'll also take the liberty of purchasing 3 more Blue Sap Jars.

Temanne moves to E14. Lacking other actions, she attempts to attune the Entropic Interference Detector as to better withstand the craziness of the Chaos Butterfly (and her real form's) entropic energy ratings to better determine the location of any sneaky entropic BS.

The Crystal Construct will lumber to E10 and loathe its 1 movement per turn.

The Splinter Helicopter will copter away to P11. The Glitch Construct within seems to be trying to grow.

Originally posted on 2017-09-25 06:50:00

Oppy lets out a pain-ridden and slightly glitched groaning sound as he moves to F7, the majority of the rest of his soul having moved to rest back somewhere ambiguously inside him once again, still cracked and with a fairly sizable chunk of it missing. Once there, he takes a moment to concentrate... Well, insofar as a guy with about a third of his soul missing can do so, given that being badly hurt on an existential level is not good for one's ability to concentrate.

OPPY: COMBAT OPERANDI - ONE CROSSED WIRE



Originally posted on 2017-09-25 08:52:00

Hezetor looks at Hezetor2's Temmie Ears.
Said ears disappear in a flash of light.

"Don't even try."

---

>Hezetor, walk to H14, use greater blink to L9. (if greater blink can't be used from there he will walk to H13.)
>Hezetor, cast Mindcrush on Projectio2. (-1 to the cost thanks to greater blink)
>Hezetor, use M^2. GET MANA.
>Hezetor, move to N11. (if he can't he will either go to K11 or K12 or J12)

>Hezetor2, move to L14.
>Hezetor2, cast Mindcrush on Projectio1.
>Hezetor2, retire to K15.


Originally posted on 2017-09-25 11:16:00

I toss a holy and order glyph at myself, and move to J15 if I can else 16K, because 8 SP is a lot for me and like.... yeah, while steve i dunno moves to 17K and uses surrogate meditate on me.
crafting: 1x bottled bottled water 3x seaweed x1 torch x5 snowballs x1 wooden plank
I grab the cauldron i made when making the glyph bag the first time, which doesn't show up in the inventory because I didn't really make it as a separate item, and pour the bottled water into it. I dig a small hole under the cauldron, and place the torch under it, which heats up the cauldron, which begins to warm the water. as it begins to boil, I drop in the first piece of seaweed, causing the water to fizzle and pop, and grab the wooden plank, morphing it into a sharp wooden spoonspork via magic, and use the edges to cut the seaweed into smaller pieces. the water, at this point, is somehow still boiling despite only having a torch to heat it, and there also isn't much water, so I create a fire-hot bowl of magic force, and dump a snowball in. new magical walls form, so when the snowball melts and evaporates, it'll float up, then collect on the top and drip down into the cauldron, pure water without anything else. I proceed to continue stirring the soup I am creating. whenever an entire snowball has evaporated, i put in another, and whenever the soup becomes more transparent then 33% opacity (and as such, the ratio of less then 1:2 of seaweed to water) I drop in another piece of seaweed. once out of seaweed, I stir and add snowballs until the ratio is ~30-40% opacity. this... concoction? isn't particularly tasty, but the sparse ingredients and the purity of the water means its quite health. I pour it into the bottle again, casting a capacity boost charm so it doesn't overflow
Intent: bottled bottled pure seaweed soup, with as many uses as I can, and which removes 1 duration of a chosen negative status effect on being drunk.
if this works, I then drink a sip of bottled bottled pure seaweed soup, curing my single tipping stack.

Originally posted on 2017-09-25 13:08:00

I guess DCCCV stands there. He takes his mask off to get a closer look, straining to focus over the screams of... nevermind, it doesn't matter.

"Oh, heaven help you."

"Wow. So this is what all of you people were able to do in the War?"

"I'm... jealous."

He then Guards himself for whatever comes next.

Originally posted on 2017-09-25 15:05:00

Dark looks on at the would-be gruesome death of Ette... if she wasn't a puppet. But even the fact that it was only floof that poured out didn't stop Dark visualizing said floof... as blood.
"...Heartless bastard..."
Dark knows that he will have his chance... eventually.

---

Dark re-summons TemSide at (E10), casts Turn(), and devours the Elaborate Fish Thing.

Originally posted on 2017-09-25 16:19:00

Crystem moves up to H9, kills the Pollen Iris, then retreats back to F10.

Crystal casts Understanding on himself to nab Guardian3, Empower3, and Blessing.

Originally posted on 2017-09-26 01:59:00

"..."

Lyra sees the death of Ette in all of its... its glory? Whatever just happened, Lyra is equally shaken by the weight of the death... her proximity is entirely close to blame. She falls silent... and the colors of her body drain off again, the other two in the battlefield dissipating entirely.

-Internal Recollection-

"How long has it been? A month? Three months? But it doesn't matter. They finally got back to me. This box is what they brought me, but it all was worth it. Dad's been gone for a long time... it'll finally be a relief to hear back from him."

A young Lyra sits down at her bed, having just brought a small nondescript package into her room. You can tell it's a flashback because the text colors are faded.

"All I have to do is open this box."

With a pair of scissors in hand, the younger Lyra cuts into the box, revealing two items inside: a letter, and a small deck of cards. Lyra reads the letter first... her smile slowly breaks down, before her hands are covering her eyes desperately covering the tears coming from them...

-Internal Reaction-

At once, every Lyra returns to the Mindscape that brought them into being. Confusion surrounds the main party except for Lyra, who's lost in memory and crying. ...Immediately, everyone recognizes the problem.

"Lyra, you can't continually stop moaning about the past. We've been through this, haven't we?"

"That's not the problem, Lykari. The problem is what just happened. You saw what I'm talking about. You all did."

There's a long pause until somebody continues the conversation.

"...Do not understand... relevance to Ette..."

"Ooh! Ooh! I know! Lyra's feeling sad because Marron lost somebody close to her!"

"That's... awfully smart of you, Hyper."

"Yaaaaay, Duo's praising me!"

"This is the most pained I've seen Lyra. I don't think even a direct blast by that eye beam would make her hurt more..."

"Thanks for understanding my problem, and here's what... what I hate about this."

Lyra tries to speak, but it finding it a lot harder to get it out there...

"Come on, Lyra, out with it. We can't help you if we don't understand."

"Now's not the time to drag ouuuuuuuuut..."

"...Explain."

Lyra's face goes fully red with embarrassment, before she yells out:

"BECAUSE WE COULD'VE SAVED HER, ALRIGHT?!"

In shock, nobody even dares try to continue the conversation. The weight of what Lyra pulled out seems to be too tough to bear, before Lykari speaks again.

"I understand your sentiments, Lyra. After all, it's terrible to have somebody be lost to you... and you would know. That's exactly why this is happening to us, correct?

"Well, obviously. Why else would Lyra be crying?"

"Why do you always have to be so ruuuuuuuude, Duo? Can't you ever act nice for a change?"

"H-hey, I can be friendly when I want to! Don't pin that on m-"

"Both of you... be quiet... Derailing conversation... artificially extending wordcount..."

"What are we going to do, though? We can't turn back time. We're not going to be able to console Marron without massive difficulty."

"There's only one true option we have, don't we?"

"Repair Ette to be even cooler and make Marron happy again?"

"...Two true options, in that case."

"I can already tell your response, Sadie, and in this case... I feel inclined to agree with you."

"What?!"

Lykari is the one to shock everybody today, but the downtime in talks is far lower as she picks it up herself."

"Lyra, you know that this is what you feel is the true solution. You have already been fighting this monstrosity with our powers, so what does this really change?"

"...It... changes nothing?"

"It changes a lot more then nothing. You were only resolved to fight alongside the party you joined, but now you have to deal with feelings of... vengeance."

"There's nothing wrong with feeling angry at people, Lyra. Sometimes, you have to take matters into your own hand. We all know you want to take the road of pacifism, but this is one point where you have to go back on your word."

"And this... this is that point, right?" Lyra's voice is shaky and unsure, questioning if she should ever go along with this.

"Do you think that this is the right time to do so?"

"You're still in control of yooooooou, after allllll..."

"We're all willing to help you, Lyra, so don't be afraid of a wrong choice!"

"If you wish to do something, let us help you achieve that goal."

"...Do not... have fear. Let your choices... be yours."

"Lyra, there is no true right or wrong answer here. It's all you and you alone. While we can influence you, at the end of the day, what's preventing you from making your own choice?"

"Punish those who perform the wrongs that you see committed. It doesn't even have to be with murderous intent, like you promised yourself to keep. Marron is experiencing that same despair that you suffered so long ago."

"...The despair nobody should ever have to suffer like I did. The despair that kept me from ever killing another human."

Lyra suddenly realizes exactly what that wording entails, slowly starting to... smile?

"What are you smiling about?"

"I swore never to kill a human again, but that... that thing is not worthy of that title by any stretch of the imagination. That butterfly is a monster that does not deserve to exist in the world that people like Marron, Xavier, and... F-father do!"

Uniting, the eight foxes all speak in unison.

"To defeat this monster!"
"To punish those who sin."
"To prove our powers!"
"To succeed after failure..."
"To fight for our friends!"
"To atone for our sins."
"For Marron's sake..."
"...Vengeance."

-External Action-

The uncolored body of Lyra suddenly starts regaining color. A lot of color. As a matter of fact, the amount of colored light protruding out of the body is totally blinding every single one of you, making you unaware of the blue fires burning below said body...

When you regain your vision, the other two smaller foxgirls are back to their proper places, almost as if nothing had actually happened at all. Whatever's happening with Lyra, however, is definitely not going to be close to nothing.

"You."

Voice radiating a heat that wouldn't be out of place from a fire (which is fitting, considering she probably is on fire right now), Lyra starts speaking directly to the Chaos Butterfly.

"You who have killed Marron's sister. Know that your sins have been judged, and that you have been officially declared as too abominable to be considered to have any shred of humanity left inside you."

The fire has already reached the head of Lyra, and it seems to be... melting her hat? Everybody else starts feeling strange warmth come from the inventory...

"Those who are willing to cause despair by ruining the relationships of others without remorse by murder... you are the kind of thing I wish to eradicate."

The inventory has caught on fire. You should put that out, but are too busy being trapped in a cutscene to move.

"You are not worth the resources, effort, and pain that it would be to spare your life as what I would do. You are not even worth the scales on your back to steal the power of your energy to create alternative weapons."

The fire has clinged onto 50 Cinder Logs, the Element of Dawn, 20 Gold Ingots, all of the Silkweed, and Lyra's Hollowed Energy Helm at this point, but it feels like it has stopped...?

"Nothing but a blemish on this land, you are sentenced to feel what true pain is like for until you succumb and fall to wherever your demise shall lead you. Humanity has no place for sights of destruction like you!"

Everything that's on fire is gone from the inventory. No ashes, no traces of anything, they just... disappear. Seconds later, you get to see the reason why; a mask has covered Lyra's face, adorned in gold and lines clearly drawn with the Cinder Logs, considering their orange, almost "breathing" color. The entire thing is strapped to Lyra's face with the Silkweed, creating a ribbon tying it around her head; it's even tied in the back to make it look like some kind of... shrine maiden bow or something. The entire thing makes you feel like it radiates some kind of commanding power surrounding it, constantly pushing you forwards. Perhaps that's the power of the Fragment of Dawn? Completing the look, you can see the gemstones of the Hollowed Energy Helm placed directly on the... ears of the mask (so to speak), the bluish tint of the Hollowed Logs still visible in what little of the underside you can see from your vantage point.

And yes, it's one of those fox masks, but I'm guessing you didn't exactly need me to tell you that, did I?

Sunrise Mask: A mask forged by Lyra's fiery willpower... somehow, in a literal sense.
PASSIVE ABILITIES:

• x2 SP Bar: Do... do I need to explain this? It's basically been on me for as long as anybody remembers, like I'd ditch it now.
• Sapphire Flame: Upon a successful attack, gain 1 stack of Sapphire Flame. During your turn, you may expend any amount of Sapphire Flame stacks to restore (4*stacks) HP to yourself or an ally in Range 1. You may have a maximum of 5 Sapphire Flame stacks on you at a time. Sapphire Flame stacks can only be removed via manual expenditure or death.
• Brighter Indigo: Removes the Indigo Destiny passive of the Hihi'iroic fan, mainly because Ire probably forgot it existed and this is a better system I just made up.

"A glorious dawn is what I seek... one free from scum like you and your tricks!"

Lyra finally acts, by moving to L15 and, with one swift motion, brings down fanblades upon M14 and J15. The fanblades puncturing M14 burst into flames, consuming the singularity of time whole and leaving nothing but a pile of ash, while the fanblades at J15 fashion a makeshift seat.

Makeshift Seat (color: #55AAFF): Passively restores 8 SP to whoever stands on its tile at the end of the turn.

Lyra quickly jumps back to O15.

"And thou shall perish all who deny that to us!"

Meanwhile, Butterfly Rider Lykari charges once again to K10, this time using that teleportation to attack the other Projection out of a need for justice before moving to H10.

Originally posted on 2017-09-26 03:59:00

<TURN TWO-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY>
cc: hey, ©an somebody was(t)e a usage of des©endan(t) (t)o buy me pop©orn
cc: i'm ou(t), and (t)oo lazy (t)o walk (t)o (t)he (t)emshop

Chlorin uses a Mythril (aka, 6 gold), 5 Redstone Dust, 2 Circuit Boards, 2 bits of Hardened Glass, 12 Wire Bits, 1 Gold Ingot, 2 Durasteel, 3 Titanium, and 3 Iron to produced the Mythril Carbine! Is that the first mythril item with "mythril" in the name? Probably! Dimitri then respecs... AT LITERALLY THE LAST BATTLE, RIGHT BEFORE RESPECS PROBABLY WON'T REALLY AFFECT YOUR DPS. WHY.

...Wait, did I say that out loud? Maybe I did. Anyway, he respecs. Whoa. JOE then makes some soup with a bottle of bottled water, 3 Seaweed, a Torch, 5 Snowballs, and 1 Wooden Plank. Mmm, looks like food poisoning. Lyra then burns(...?) 50 Cinder Logs, an Element of Dawn, 20 Golden Ingots, 19 Silkweed, and a Hollowed Energy Helm into creating the Sunrise Mask!

oh man

final turn until the final phase

h y p e

<BATTLE: IN THE EYES OF GOD, TURN FIVE>
This is it. The final phase of the final battle. Read the rules attached to Descendant Wells below the map, and you'll be ready to rain hell upon the Butterfly! Just be ready for those two uses of Descendant the Butterfly has. He'll be;

-Feeding Roxxanne to a scale version of WoW's very own Yogg'Saron, whilst also driving her insane
-Subjecting Mari to Murphy's Law, and murdering her via blunders.

Writing up counters to these moves could prevent the Butterfly from charging his special! So be ready for that!


Originally posted on 2017-09-27 01:47:00

Mabuz sidesteps to Q10 and casts Frost Armor on Toast! "Don't get yourself killed up there, lest we forget what has happened mere moments ago. Though I wouldn't worry, death doesn't seem to permanent around here... most of the time."

Originally posted on 2017-09-27 01:51:00

A malevolent laugh rings out through the field.

uA: Ah... hah hah hah. This is going to be FUN. Didn't I say something about making you pay?[/b]

Auth walks out from behind the wall, to G13, and kicks the ground twice with his right foot. He lifts of the ground, shards of black litter the ground below him. He floats higher into the sky, before condensed red appears above him.

[b]uA: O, Eternal Blade of Crimson Night, I call upon thine great power, to cast that which would slay my allies, and those innocent who do no wrong, into the depths of hell, and the punishment that is accrued therein to be cast. Fall to my hand, Caliburn, and lend me thine power to cast this sinful insect into the pit, forever!

The sky above Auth splits, a scar mars the sky causing a blood red gap in the already red sky. From the swirling void, a deep red, jagged, uncomfortable looking sword falls, surrounded by black, swirling mass. It is easily caught by Auth, who focuses it in front of him.

uA: How would you like it, Butterfly? The method of which I cause you severe harm. Sword? Hammer? Drill? Buzzsaw?

uA: Actually, Drill sounds good. Let's go with that.

Ink begins to swirl around the sword, seeming to use it as a catalyst for the shape it makes. Inks of every colour of the Neathbow swirl, surrounding the blade in a conical shape, forming a swirling, mind-boggling mass around Auth's hand. He forms another one on his other hand, before launching himself at the Chaos butterfly. At high speed, he plants his feet in the Butterfly's eye, kicking off him afterwards in an impressive backflip, before driving the drill on his left hand right into the pupil. Then, he slams the other one into his eye.

A high pitched scream is emitted as the cones start to turn. Sounding like a real machine, the drills twist together, grinding the Butterfly's eye into a fine paste. The colours then burn into the mind of the Entropic being, erasing what was there before, replacing it, being burned in with visions of the sun, and visions of his own demise. Everything burns, until eventually the ink disperses, leaving the blade. Auth pulls the blade out of the Butterfly's eye, before plunging it back in. He walks to I17 afterwards. After he gets there, the blade he summoned erupts in a cyclone of red fragments and cutting wind, continuing to damage the eye.

Afterwards, he seems to calm down. Somewhat. The evil aura seems to fade, but his appearance doesn't change.

Originally posted on 2017-09-27 04:37:00

I make Chaos some Popcorn with Descendant.

If I can, I also use my augmented Devour to chomp on the Butterfly.

Originally posted on 2017-09-27 04:38:00

Glitch Temmie drops a Macross on P6 and M15. Twice. Tem then moves to J13.
Dimitri respawns... at the MW Anti, for some reason.
"CHARACTER SLOT ALREADY TAKEN."
--<MEANWHILE, AT THE END>--
Behind Dimitri's "corpse" over at the peak, a portal opening behind him. Through it, a teenage boy, with partially jet-black hair and a grey-and-black-striped hoodie, enters the battle, holding a dusty old book with a searing cyan wireframe design on the front cover. The little streaks of blue in his hair glow.

"Yo, just got here, where are w-"

He looks at the Butterfly. Up, then down. Up, then down. He takes it all in.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL-"

A blank textbox pops up before he could finish his sentence.

"Evan."

The textbox stays blank.

"Evan Arcien Lansing."

That exact name is written on the textbox, and a check appears next to it. The textbox then disappears.

"Thank you. Now, where was I?"

He points at the Butterfly, and breathes in.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, I'm done. You're going down, Butterfly!"
----
Evan picks up the Life Essence Railgun. It dissipates into a white glowing dust, and said dust goes into his book. He focuses on the book, and it summons the Life Essence Railgun, albeit a bit more futuristic, portable, and cyan.

Evan picks up the Soul Titan Plating. Upon contact, it turns into a Luminite heart necklace for him to wear.

Evan picks up Pannenkoek's Ammonomicon. He places it on his book, and then the former is infused into the latter.

(These are all just aesthetic effects, don't worry.)
----
Evan spawns at P11, and uses Descendant. The Soul Titan Plating (in necklace form) reapplies its trash cape, in the form of scrap metal wings.

-DEFENSE MECHANISM: PERFECT STORM-

A flap of his wings, and a weak breeze strolls through the peak. The thing is, his wings have to constantly flap, to officially give him flight. That's how it works now. So what does that make?

A gale. Of four-leaf clovers, right at Mari's general direction, of course. Because Descendancy. The gale becomes a tornado, as it heads towards Basicitemlandia. It gets progressively stronger, and then it peaks in strength, once it hits it. The tornado only carried the Rabbit's Feet away, thankfully. Why? Because Descendancy.

Of course, the tornado gets weaker as it approaches Nightmare Mountain, and then it disappears, making it rain Rabbit's Feet around Mari. Evan then decides to pull out an outline copy of Salt Wrath, and fire beams of salt right over Mari's left shoulder. They all miss, thankfully. Why? MST3K MANTRA, INCOMING!

But apparently the tornado didn't disappear, but relocate... to a sky island city. It only takes all the Magic Horseshoes. It then finally disappears, making it rain Magic Horseshoes around Mari.

What do they have in common? Good luck. Check, <0>.

...WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT THE TORNADO ISN'T GONE YET

It's hovering around the random.org that The Fossil threw out the window, and fixing it. Then, it finally disappears, for real this time.

And for the end, Evan reminds <0>, and most importantly, Chaos, of something.

"Tazz killed Murphy's Law, you dumb gorilla."

Evan dabs. As he does so, the mindscape seems to "update" to accomodate such a reminder. Why? BECAUSE 12 INT. AND DESCENDANCY. AND THAT OH GODDAMNIT HE HAD A PS3 CONTROLLED PLUGGED INTO THE DREAMER THIS WHOLE TIME. FORENSICS SHOW THAT THE [] BUTTON WAS PRESSED.

INSTANT REPLAY: Evan dropped a timestop, used the controller to activate commands, pulled out a wireless keyboard, connected it to the Dreamer, pressed Ctrl+Shift+Esc, looked around in processes for Murphy's Law, and then clicked End Process on it, also clicking Yes on the following prompt. Evan gets back to dabbing, and the timestop ends. Why wasn't the Task Manager disabled for him? Because Descendancy! And 12 INT! And square is command mode!

And if that wasn't enough, Evan swapped Mari and <0>'s luck values.

...HE USED REGEDIT FOR THAT?! SOMEBODY STOP THIS KID BEFORE HE GETS US OUR SECOND GAEM OVER!!!!!!!!1111111one

Oh wait, the Dreamer's weaponized shields punched him in the face, and somehow disconnected the controller and keyboard. Nice.

EvanHeart spawns at P12.

"YOU'RE WELCOME, MARI!"
----
"Butterfly! Do you even watch Madoka Magica?

If you did, you'd know that driving little girls to despair beats entropy back!

Well, not before they turn themselves into abominations with said despair, but still!

Really didn't think that one through, right?"

Originally posted on 2017-09-27 05:15:00

i respawn at i12, move to h11 and use Descendant to spawn a dog-powered infinite popcorn generator for chaos's usage . I then spawn another dog. I then make a cheap corporate sellout dog that acquires more dogs. I upgrade my corporate sellout dogs to not say they are corporate sellout dogs but rather corporate business dogs. They continue to acquire more dogs, and then i buy a grand doggo. it's like a doggo but grander and therefore better at generating dogs. before long a steady stream of dogs conga line the battlefield , playing the conga. this attracts more dogs. i buy another upgrade for the corporate business dogs, they are now Corporate Business Dogs Trained To Tell Dogs They Are Not From A Big Corporation. this somehow improves dog generation. i also upgrade the grand dogs to be slightly grander dogs. they are now slightly more grandoise. which attracts more dogs. which is very very important to my top secret plan.


i decide to plant some dog faces in some soil. a dog grows out of the resulting dog plant. it deploys the multiple dog faces. they become dog plants, too. before long, we have a dog farm, fueled by dog, for dog, and dog. bark. dogs pls stay away from the bark keybarkboard pleabarke this is annobarkying. ok then, moving obarkn. the dog plants suddenly rearrange into an organized manner and lines, and suddenly irrigation flows in. what irrigation you ask? oh nothing, just a river's worth of dog residue. before long the doghead seeds spread wide and far all over the land, before long dozens of dog farms emerge. the grand dogs, having been busy doing nothing but being grand, are pressed into service as farmpaws (or doghands) on the dogfarms. soon, productivity rises. the number of Corporate Business Dogs Trained To Tell Dogs They Are Not From A Big Corporation and grand dogs rises rapidly based on the dog industry boom. soon the CBDTTTDTANFABC upgrade to just Management Doggos. they manage the flow of dogs. bark. meanwhile the grand dogs receive steel-plated dog crests, which makes them grander and therefore better at doggo generation


i now have enough dogs to create a dog pit, a pit full of dogs that gets deeper when it generates dogs and generates more dogs when it gets deeper at deeper levels, and gets deeper faster when more dogs are in it. don't get it? too bad, this train had the brakes tragically removed in a chaos scale attack moments ago. the dog pit rapidly gets deeper and before long the dogs spill out, having dogged the pit entirely. before long, a second dogdustrial boom occurs as dog pits become super profitable. the dogs also discover large amount of residue gas, and a few companies begin to extract the residue gas and create dogs out of it, increasing doggo pit output yet more. meanwhile, the dogs make dog farming equipment cheaper and invent dog fertilizer, increasing the amount of average doghead seeds by 200% and growth of doggo plants by 500%. the farms grow ever larger. but this is still not enough. the management doggos conscript the grand doggos into the dog pit workforce, boosting productivity more. the grand dogs are given double thick residue coats and residue prune juice to further boost their doggo attraction. meanwhile, the dogs realize they can simply create dog ore that can generate far more dogs than normal dog pit methods, but how will they refine it???

it's obvious

create a

D O G F A C T O R Y


the dogs quickly assemble in the middle of a field. they then break out a supply of the finest residue bricks and before long they create a dog factory that refines dog ore into more dogs. it's fueled by infinitely duplicating dog residue. soon, more and more dogs begin to spill out. a dog manages to tape together a dog ingot and a dog plank to create a dog railroad, and before long the land is covered in dog railroads, transporting management dogs, dog residue, dog food, dog water, large amount of strange triple prionged objects made of gold, and lots and lots of cobalt blue dye. don't forget the grand dog work force, doing all the sweatshop, the farming, and the mining labor. a vertible flood of dog intensifies as they finally manage to overcome the key production flaw of the dog factory: an unstable conveyor belt that overloaded too easily, with this out of the way, more and more dogs spill out. before long, more dog factories emerge, and the pattern repeats once more. revolutionary new tech and techniques flood into dog farming and dog pitting, increasing productivity ten fold. the management doggos are now capitalist doggo barons. fear them. pls.


but the doggo financial system is both terribly overloaded and terribly out of date. it's slow, painful, and generally a massive pain. so a new dog has an awesome idea: a bank, to bank your doggos, and generate interest on them. this was a glorious idea. before long, dog mercantile theory was a thing, among others. the dog bank grew rapidly, and new banks emerged. once more, the grand doggos where at the forefront, doing much of the accounting and the like per their designated rules as grand doggos. now, their grandness alone was not generating enough doggos. the banker doggos soon became the richest doggos to ever doggo. the factories gained new reactors for psionic doggo experiments and increased production financed by doggo loans, while the farms mastered their new genetically modified doggos (gasp), causing them to produce yet more while the dog pits create more super fancy drills and bombs to extract more dog ore and more fancier ores.


but among all this one dog had a glorious idea. what if, for a sake of argument, they elevated something above all else for no other reason than why not. "that's stupid", everyone said. he then had a idea to make it generate doggos. everyone gasped. they would worship the doggo god, a vaguely doggo god, and ask him to bless them with doggos. "that's brilliant", everyone said, quickly constructing the first temple of doG. within all sorts of golden relics stood and in exchange for relaying their worship to the doggo god in the dogsky, blessed them with heaps of dog. soon it popped up all across the lands. The Temples grew ever grander, rising above even the urban jungle of Dog that had grown. They soon reached into the sky, the greatest of them, drawfing all around them. The Rituals grew ever more complex and varied, and the gods ever more complex. Myths grew in this healthy environment of new growth as they ascended higher and higher, and as countless dogs flooded out of the temple, ever-newer. One legend in particular, of which i sadly lack details on for this very moment, describes the rise and growth of the Φιρστ Γοοδ οφ Δογ, a legendary figure of which i am sure is merely a legend and as such does not and never will exist. Yes, i know, even the name sounds fake and impossible, as i'm sure you will agree.


ok, irrelevant nonsense aside, meanwhile, a bunch of dogs had used the results of testing with the new reactors in the factories and had invented something new: psionics. they decided that they needed a place to master, document, and train those powerful psionics, so naturally they built the first Psionic Tower. it was a big tower but with the twist of transforming into three big towers too in a sorta trident shape i guess. if only we had a letter to describe it's shape. oh well. it had many schools, like Dolphin psionics. and Cookie Psionics. and Cheesecake psionics. heavy dissent raged between the schools very often for no reason, but one legend speaks of a incident wherein 20 immensely powerful psionics bound themsleves and reality, plus some summoning magic into a blue book, with the Psionic Tower in gold upon it. Nobody dares open it. despite constant heavy dissent between schools of psionics, the towers still produced ungodly amounts of dogs, and grand dogs, tired of just being cheap labor despite their grandness, flocked to the tower, further increasing psionic power and dog production.


meanwhile, the dogs found a boat and fitted a reactor to it. this reactor had an engine attached to it, too, and it rocketed off to space. and then it exploded, but not before brinng back tons of dogs. and so the dog invasion of space began, with many dog planets being visited by those rickey craft to bring back more doggos. soon, someone invented a reliable steel hulled reactor boat (the name for those things) which could reliably take dogs back and forth without the explosive wastage of the olden craft. the field advanced, spewing out yet more dogs, and soon they began to extract dogs from even bark nebula and residue monoliths full of advanced dog residue among other things. once more, the grand dogs take to the skies, seeking freedom from their chains.


the next thing that would be invented is the dogportal. whats an alchemy lab i have no idea what that is i'm working on a tight schedule here i gotta cut out the trivalities, i say stuffing this with trivalities. the dog portal tapped directly into the doggod's realm, unleashing a massive flow of dogs that was still unmatched. the doggods took revenge (somehow) by placing a curse in the vague shape of the psionic's tower, of which is not foreboding at all. nothing is foreboding. this attack is a perfectly innocent cookie clicker paradoy*, just you see. maddening chants, created from rituals, were used to accelerate the inflow of dogs. tablets detailed procedures to open more portals. everything went downhill pretty quickly but hey we move more dogs, so that makes up for everything, right?


Right?

I see no way this could possibly end badly.

Ιτ'ς νοτ λικε ίυε αλρεαδυ φορεσἁδοωεδ θε ενδινγ, αφτερ αλλ.

the dogs then invented the dogmatter generator, a device that generated pure dogmatter. using this, they created dogscape fragments in dogparticle acceleraters, which they slammed into small bits of cat matter to smash into trillions of dogs. this had strange effects, like converting entire villages to nothing but more trustworthy sources keep telling me those villages are fake news invented by enemies of the dogstate. then, some brilliant dude figured out how to convert light to dogs. so now you could use lightblubs as a source of dogs. how awesome is that? too awesome to comprehend, that's how awesome it is.


what do you mean dogs are harmful? no no, dogs are perfectly harmless and cute. like cats. they are better cats. because cats aren't tigers living in your house
.

ok so this is getting boring, let's see what the grandest of grand doggos are grandly doing today. they seem to be playing bingo, but it's psionic bingo. pisonic dog bingo, if you will. pisonic dog bingo is like bingo, but you have to [game objective] so that you can [psionic nonsense] and then you [these are super original, i know.] making it so you can [consume, maybe. i'm not an expert]. as you can see, it is not only extremely interesting, but very very very fun and stupidly complex. it's also cluttered with oversized void empires. but what is this checkbox here? "send gameplay statistics to engineer doggos"? but what are they doing with it?


deep in their bingo club, the engineer doggos continue their usual activity of engineering bingo. how do you do that? well you [incredibly protracted process here] and [cringy self-lampshading]. oh, look, they made another cool thing. it's their newest specialized psionic ore refiner, coming to factories operated by grand doggos near you very soon. the grand doggos seem irked somehow, but i'm sure they'll love the 1% productivity increase. and look, another cool invention. it's a ritual dog generator, that uses evil and perfectly safe rituals to generate dogs. it is popular with children and very successful for non dog-purposes, too. finally, they come out with the mother of all cool inventions: The Dogmind, a safety-tested, US-certified, device that will truly be the final frontier in Grand Doggo technology. The age of Dog will truly be upon us. But first, we must begin with a simple task: Flipping the three switches. A dog's arm reaches for a button.





The dog presses the button, flipping the first switch.





For a moment, the Grand Doggos freeze, the eternal game of bingo coming to an end. Blue energy surged from the first switch and into the center, wherein they all combined to a single wire, feeding into a single switch. The strange red...characters? curses? turn green and shift. Energy surges around the pole, before a shockwave surges from far above the Bingo Club, which quickly reaches the edges of the world. All dogs turned towards the ψιονικ μαινφραμε, black dotty eyes replaced by a bright blue glow. Everything surges into the now-massive Bingo Club, and begin to run in circles around the Bingo Table, except the entire grand dog population in the center, gazing towards something unknown, foam dripping from their mouths. The mass of running dogs turns into a blur of white as they accelerate. The aforementioned blue tablet floats far above the Grand Doggos. As one, the mass speaks, it's words flaring into the minds of anyone within a large radius: Ωε αρε ονε. Ωε αρε μανυ. Ωε αρε αλλ.

A hand presses another button.







Another switch is "fliped", so to speak. Once more, blue energy surges though the wires, following them into the central point, and emerging as a single blue wire, connected to the third switch again. A wave of energy surges out, not from the ψιονικ μαινφραμε, but rather the ταβλετ οφ θε λορδ, this time being soaked up by the two white masses. The shapes within the blur suddenly seem to meld and fuse, blue residue dripping to the floor and covering the room. Horrifying blobs of residue and dog, twitching, shaking, melting, melding, merging. Soon, faces float to the surface of those blobs, barking rapidly and loudly. Ωε μελτ. ωε γροω. ωε ασεκενδ. The Grand Doggos are not better off, either. They continue to stare, melting into a mess of dog residue, their faces and cutsey little outfits soon just become floaters in the Grand Mixture. The Bingo Room transforms into a massive mixing bowl as the mixer plungs down into the mess, soon forming a massive dog cream. This continues for a good while, the dogs mixing, merging, growing. Finally, it ceases. The mass rises as a single, massive dog. Faces and dog bodies float beneath it's massive fur, the quadrillion of fused dogs manifesting their forms. It's eyes open. An enormous paw reaches over to a final button.






The tablet pummets into the dog, smashing though it's fur and residue skin and sinking into it easily. Within moments, the dog absorbs the ταβλετ οφ θε λορδ, a blue shimmering glow flooding the room. Everything begins to melt from sheer heat, except the dog, which is still as ever as it slowly absorbs the artifact. An enormous fuchsia light floods the world. μεργεγροωφυσεασκενδ, τοδαυωερεινκαρνατε. A omnious humming fills everything. And then suddenly, it ends. For a moment, everything falls inward, becoming a black hole of fuchsia and blue. And then, it too fades, with the only mark of what occurred left being a echoing, final, howl throughout the mindscape.

For a moment, all is silent. The flash, blinding though it were, quickly fades with the rest of the DOG. The wind is all that remains for a few stunned moments. Things finally return to normal, the brief anarchy and chaos of the dogs having seemingly faded away in an instant. A bright, blue speck remains visible for a few moments, before going the way of the flash that had moments ago dominated the skyline. But then, the glow flares up again, blue-and-fuchsia filling the sky momentarily, before another flare occurs, vastly distant from the original source, originating from a mountaintop at the edge of the world.

---

The Club was gone. Not a single trace of it remained, only a deep crater and the faint smell of dog salad. Smoke rise from the few ashen ruins that remain, while the occasional blob of dog residue attempted to take the proper form of a dog, struggling to assume an actual form. A blue silhouette was all that remained. A glitching, blue silhouette wearing an dog hoodie, it's true colors hidden by the nature of the shade and the glitches that seemed to cover it. Though ουρ λορδ ανδ σαυιουρ ψιδογ could not be summoned properly, a shade, a glitched variation of a shade, would do it's purpose just fine. Suddenly, the figure floated into the air, and, with a flash of blue, teleported to Nightmare Mountain, leaving the ruins to heal, a ashen reminder of the dangers glories of Dog related-science.


The (glitched) Shade of the Psi-Dogmodder appeared with a single flash, and gazed upon the butterfly's immense success. By which we mean complete and utter failure to wipe out either the descendants, the cores, or Chaos. Here it was, the favorite "child" of the actual Psi-Godmodder, unable to even properly enact it's directive in a field in which it was not only designed to operate in, but against a group of not-even-descendants, and with only partial interference from Chaos. It had managed to drag the Sleuth down from his lofty heights, yet remained unable to finish the job, even inside his mind. So, naturally, it was clear that the Butterfly no longer deserved power: It had already been forced into a fallback directive, and continued to fail, even now. There was only one solution: Destroy it.


The Shade grow in size immensely without neither prompt nor warning, reaching the roof of the mindscape easily. He reached down with a glitchy arm, and from it emerged a rainfall of hundreds of dogs designed just for the purpose of erasing entropy. In waves they fell upon the butterfly, each dog exploding on contact with a entropy-dispersing wave. The form of the butterfly appeared to lose any power and fade out upon being struck, but never dealing overly serious damage: Merely chipping at it. But that attack had another purpose entirely: It was merely a distraction for the real payload. Suddenly, a massive metal dog slammed right into the butterfly, dead center. It did not merely pass though or explode inside the physical form of the butterfly: Rather, in a moment of pure BS the shell penetrated into the code making up the butterfly, where it proceeded to explode, blowing a massive hole in it's code.

The Shade, meanwhile, arms enough dogs to drown a cargo ship with sniper rifles and, after scattering them around the battle but not actually placing them in it, leaves them to do their work of harassing the butterfly. In the meantime, the shade runs up to the Butterfly and for the sake of a terrible joke, stabs it with a butterfly knife. In the eye. About a few million times. It then pulls out a massive hacksaw, and, with two blows, manages, or at least attempts, to chop off the butterfly's remaining wings. It then summons an Iphone commercial. For which model? I have no idea, they are all indistinguishable to me. But the iphones are actually Ipsi's, the finest brand of phone on the market. Now, who would win: Enough mass-produced phones to make Apple regret existence, or one butterfly?

What butterfly? All i see, my dear, is a pile of phones that only keeps on growing. The Shade takes advantage of the butterfly being mildy disabled to buff himself and some random party members with hyperdeath, of which the effects you already know of. He then quickly types up a 50,000 word longpost. Just as the Butterfly manages to break out of the pile, he is probably smashed in the face by 50,000 words of nothing but "Creative". This HYPER ULTRA OMEGA CREATIVE MOVE causes dozens of random, unfunny objects to land on the butterfly. Meanwhile, a Lesser Dog leaps out at the Butterfly, striking it's eye time and time again with it's Legendary Greatdogger, having mastered the art of move-stab-move. The Lesser Dog then uses it's power of self-patting to unleash it's ultimate ability: To spew a few million dogheads, all of which slam into the chaos butterfly.

The shade decides to resolve this once and for all, and transforms into LORD DOGLISH, before using his SPECIAL ABILITY: Of firing all the combined heads, barks, and attacks of all the absorbed dogs. The resulting beam easily flattens the chaos butterfly, moments before LORD DOGLISH decides to leave.... via some vague arbitary method. I'm sure there's a lot of reasoning behind it, but oh would you look at the time. It's tea time, and alas, i cannot miss the tea. I hope you at the very least didn't find this a bad read, i'm sure it's at least ok, and have a understandably great day.





*paradoy /=/ parody






Originally posted on 2017-09-27 05:29:00

Chlorin holds up his gun and looks down straight at the Chaos Butterfly's eyes. He scans a bit for the perfect spot and decides for right in the pupil. He closes in on it, and inhales.
He fires. The radiant cream light of the Holy Bullet distracts everyone for a split second as it slowly crashes into the center of the Butterfly’s eye. Pain is all that the Chaos Butterfly feels as the round flies into his face. Chlorin quickly puts down his gun and cocks the hammer back.
<0>W. THAT HURTS.
Y<0>U WILL PAY F<0>R CAUSING SUFFERING T<0> M-
Another bullet hits, this time in the body.
Always aim for the center mass, kids. Unless you’re sniping. Headshotting makes it easier to one shot. Chlorin casually says as purple blood spills out from the wound and rechambering his gun.
<0>K, N<0>W THIS IS GETTING SERI<0>-
Once again, a bullet strikes the eye. While not as precision based as the last one, hitting the sclera instead of the center, it is still just as painful.
ST<0>-
Another bullet, again aimed for the body. The wounds intersect, creating a momentary increased burst of blood..
Yeah, you’re gonna need a doctor after this. Chlorin scoffs.
I C<0>MMAND Y<0>U TO STOP SH<0><0>TING ME, N<0>W, <0>R FACE MY WRATH.
Hey, he’s not shoo- oh wait more shining light to the eye. It looks as if it is about to burst.
It does. It is, however, quickly replaced by a slightly smaller and more bloodshot eye.
Y<0>U ARE AN INSOLENT LITTLE MANCHILD. Y<0>UR DEATH IS N-
Chlorin shoots again… and misses?
wait oh my god he really is a legendary sharpshooter he just shot off Wing 6?!
Yep. They’re cleanly off, almost like they were sliced off.
THESE INJURIES ARE N<0>T FUNNY. I CAN’T SUE Y<0>U, S<0> KILLING Y<0>U IS THE BEST ALTERNA-
The cylinder is empty. Wing 5 down. Chlorin cleanly flips out the cylinder, pushes and pulls a speedloader of Holy Bullets into the cylinder, throws it away and slaps the barrel back in.
That’s all, folks! Chlorin exclaims.


Originally posted on 2017-09-27 05:37:00

Teag figures he won't be able to do anything real creative, so he just walks to K13 and spawns another sentry at L13 to hopefully suppress the scale guys.

Originally posted on 2017-09-27 06:30:00

Roxxanne sighs. And then, she just adopts a rather sudden pose of exasperated rage. "... Is this really just how it is, in fiction in general? That about a fourth of the people you meet are just irredeemable dicks?! I haven't met anyone that's just played that many evil tropes so straight and so proudly! Who the fuck are you, really? You..."

Roxxanne pauses.

@Everyone: A polite reminder we need to take care of the Scales, as much as doing tonsofdamage to the Chaos Butterfly must appeal to everyone right now. Disregarding the beams the Chaos Butterfly can launch from them, they also have basic attacks of their own-it'll make life very difficult.

@DCCCV: You are an exception to this. By all means, nuke the Chaos Butterfly with Descendant-empowered Ammo-using Anti-Glitch Rifle shots every turn.

the Temmie Hero, of the three units I control, is the weakest by damage. As such, Tem will use Descendant to counter the Butterfly's attempted murder of Roxxanne. I don't know Tem's dialouge color, so he won't have a snappy one-liner. As the scales form to create Yogg-Saron, a golden troupe of energies appears-suddenly, a World of Warcraft raid to counter the World of Warcraft boss! Who would've guessed! And these guys aren't total n00bs, from the looks of things. Yogg seems to be having troubles forming quickly, unlike the Raid group, so they take this time to buff themselves with their innumerable buffs. I don't World of Warcraft enough to know what those buffs are. There's probably a lot of them.

Once Yogg-Saron (should I call him Yogg-Scaleon? nah.) forms completely, the raid springs into action-Druids transform into Bears, Cats, Trees and Owl-things; Warriors roar and charge forwards; Warlocks command their diabolic summons alongside Hunters and their pets; Priests prepare their most potent healing magic and prepares to keep the tanks rushing to the front full; Paladins charge even further forwards to serve as the tanks in question; Rogues stealth out of sight, their golden fire clearly no detriment to their backstabbing ways; mages begin nuking the face with pyroblasts; Death Knights raise their undead hordes as they hack into the beast; and Monks, uh, they get drunk. And that's really beneficial to everyone, in this case, because Monks know how to get drunk the best.

Yogg-Saron realizes pretty much immediately that this fourty-man raid is definitely more competent than usual. I mean, they're keeping up with him even with no guardians! That's supposed to be crazy hard! Yogg then realizes he's currently in a shell of entropy, and thus doesn't just have to represent the World of Warcraft raid but also his Hearthstone incarnation, with his RNG spell-slinging! There's been dozens of skill casts by the Butterfly, so it should have a ton of spells! Yogg beings his charge-"BOW DOWN BEFORE THE GOD OF DEATH!"-and casts his devastating volley of spells!

First is Blessing of Kings, on a warrior. OK, that's a bad start.

Then comes Astral Communion. Except the Butterfly has no use for mana and no cards, because this isn't Hearthstone. That was useless.

Divine Spirit! On the Paladin. Yogg doesn't like this effect of his right now.

A Soulfire! Now we're talking! It hits Yogg in the face, for approximately 80% of its total HP at once-leaving it, coincidentally, with only slightly less than 20% of its HP remaining.

A greater healing potion! Yogg finally catches a break as it splashes into his own face, restoring him to full. The raid groans.

Another soulfire!... To his own face. There goes another 80% of his HP. We literally went nowhere.

Silence! Oh, oh, this could be good-wait, no, it hits Yogg, ending the spell-slinging frenzy.

The raid tries its hardest not to wipe while laughing at the display, and proceeds to clean up the remaining, 20% of Yogg's HP with burst spells, realizing that while Yogg only has access to a basic attack he doesn't actually have, the fight is rather laughably easy.

The Butterfly is a cheater and naturally prepared a super-mean surprise for the last phase, just in case this happened-wait, no, Silence. It can't even cast the cure to its own condition!

The Temmie Hero opts to end this massive disappointment quickly. The golden-fire heroes of yore shift in form, quickly converging into a very, very large arrow, which the Temmie Hero flicks directly between Yog's most prominent mouth-eyes. Yogg explodes in a burst of crimson scales, harmlessly dissipating. The Temmie Hero wraps things up by stepping to G12.

Roxxanne herself is shuddering a bit. "OK... OK. Fuck. Just, actually fuck you... I, augh, I can't possibly, how the fuck do you even sound like, like me, before, augh, augh, AAAAGH!"

The serpents roar. Roxxanne 'uses' Descendant.

"SHUT UPPPPPP!"

The little girl is clutching her head, shaking, angry. The massive monster is also shaking and angry. This isn't the relatively graceful uses of Descendant before or even just the regular, practical but boring punching combos she's done before, with the occasional stylish but still practical energy-infused uppercuts. This is a really big hammer, and the Chaos Butterfly looks to be a really big nail.

Yamata-no-Orochi, the eight-headed snake, rears its massive heads back and just begin to slam themselves into the Butterfly. The Butterfly does not take it well. The Butterfly is sent flying by the first hit, far too tiny for the utterly massive snakehead to not send it flying. The other one behind it manages to catch it with another rushing slam and smash it into the cliffside. Roxxanne is screaming. Roxxanne is on fire. Some very dangerous, multicolored fire.

"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!" Roxxanne just devolves into just plain screaming. The snakes are also screaming, except the very last, which is taking this time to just keep ramming the Butterfly into the moutaintop, crushing it on the cliff face, with nothing but ever-increasing amounts of raw power backing each blow. Entropic energies spray like blood all-around. Roxxanne's eyes tear up. "NOT ONCE MORE! I DON'T CARE WHO OR WHAT OR WHY OR IF WE CAN EVEN DO WHATEVER, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUCK!"

Roxxanne slams her fist into the ground. the ground in front of her explodes, briefly-the earth in front of her skyrockets away (descendants atop be darned), 'freeing' the Chaos Butterfly for a moment, only for Yamata's headbutting to slam the Chaos Butterfly to Roxxanne, who rears back her hand for a punch.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

The force is practically explosive. If everyone didn't have the Descendant-y thing ongoing, they'd have probably died at this point. The shockwave was outright explosive, tearing Nightmare Mountain (the top half teathered to Yamata-no-Orochi and the bottom half on the ground below) in two and sending deep reverberations throughout the Mindscape.

Because of the Descendant-y thing, and also narrative, the ground forcibly fixes itself-shattered earth and misplaced Descendants abrutly warp back into position and the Chaos Butterly is restored to its previous position without fuss. Roxxanne is panting. Roxxanne is crying. Roxxanne is standing, moving, clutching her head in her hand. "... Not again! Never again! I don't care what or who or why, never again!"

Roxxanne pants, stumbles to E14, a bit dizzy, and slaps the 5th Crimson scale after a moment of catching her wind. The aura around Roxxanne feels charged, even now. "... I'm fine, now, I think I'm fine, don't worry about it... I'm fine. I guess... Need to keep myself under control, screamed way too much..."

The Splinter Helicopter-restoring itself to .EXE within its confines-has a few tricks up its sleeve. That said, this time it feels like it ought to just do simpler jobs, like focus on those annoying Crimson Scales. Fortunately, now that Descendant can target those, it figures that now is the best time. A whistle is heard from the interior of the cockpit, and at once, a legion of Splinter Helicopters from... OK, look, they're just there for an attack. I don't have an explamation proper after all of that. The Chaos Butterfly can go complain at this blatant semi-Deus Ex Machina all it wants, it won't change a thing.

The new legion of Splinter Helicopters carries a dark secret, namely, none of those copters actually have pilots. They instead have C4 stacked in the shape of pilots, and very poor autopilot. This can only go one way. That way is directly towards the second Crimson Scale, which is conveniently positioned for just this attack, because that's the target of the attack. Wow, what a surprise. I don't think its a surprise either that the C4 animates and casts a barrage of magic missiles onto the second scale to utterly annihilate it while the helicopters vanish to go help a wayward Nigerian Prince, or something.

Originally posted on 2017-09-27 06:38:00