4/10
4/10
4/10
+1 to DCCCV

I drop a bombshell on Alpha's face.
Until I have more creativity flowing, I don't feel comfortable bringing my character in, I want it to actually be somewhat interesting.

Originally posted on 2017-06-11 03:07:00

4/10 Even More Chainsaws
3/5 More Chainsaws
3/3 Chainsaws (Summoning...)

+1 to DC^3V

A chainsaw flies into the battlefield. Yes, FLY.

Magical Chainsaw [AG] 1,500/1,500 HP. 2,000 Attack.

The Magical Chainsaw idles.

The chainsaw lady psychically takes out a block of grass from the land and chucks it at Omega.

Originally posted on 2017-06-11 03:08:00

[n]
I wait for the supplies to arrive, and ask the Alpha and Omega what else I should order.
3/10 Actually something different.
3/10 A simple tool for latter.
3/10 The start of an interesting project.
+1 to JOE

Originally posted on 2017-06-11 03:23:00

Inspector Gadget appears on the field and begins to build brown bricks4, which he uses to build a house for the Mook Squad. He then shoves all the mooks inside and builds brown bricks in the doorway, trapping the mooks inside with him. [DATA EXPUNGED] and the entire structure collapses into fine dust, the inspector nowhere to be found.

Nuke Laser Beams: 3/10
Mission from God2: 3/10
LaTeX Documents: 3/10

+1 to Consumer.
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Originally posted on 2017-06-11 03:47:00

+1 to helldivercommand

Planetfall: 3/10
Proper Armament: 3/10
A Glitchy Mess: 3/10

The probe switches to air-breathing/turbojet mode, expelling superheated air and a hint of helium/hydrogen plasma. It flees into the upper stratosphere, observing the battlefield from afar and traveling at supersonic velocities. It will return later. Suddenly, a small pod appears in space above the Battlefield. The pod plunges into the atmosphere in a fiery inferno, eventually slowing down to subsonic speeds. Retrorockets fire, and the pod lands on the ground with a crash. The door is explosively blown away, revealing a familiar character. A female elf wearing a spacesuit shakily steps out, holding on to the edges of the pod door for support.

Lothyra: Mfff. Damm atmospheric entry pods...

With a click, the back of her spacesuit opens, and a bruised Lothyra slowly crawls out. She is wearing a high-tech orange "plugsuit," form-fitting and woven out of thousands of nanotube fibers and liquid-coolant tubes. Her face has a fresh scratch that has been closed by a jet-black scab. She leans on the pod and catches her breath, then raises her head.

Lothyra: Ugh... I'd better get my bearings straight before any belligerents come to investigate my arrival.

Meanwhile a bunch of delicious Sirlop steaks from Trump Steaks appear out of a portal and slap Omega, because this is an RP post and I'm out of ideas.


Originally posted on 2017-06-11 05:04:00

lab: 3/10
rookie: 3/5
engineering: 5/10 (+1 ninjatwist and gutza 1)

I very quickly summon up cover for my mooks, because I would like them to last more than one turn.

Orders:
mooks: prepare to shoot whatever godmodder 477 summons.

I also +1 the first [AG] person to act after this

Originally posted on 2017-06-11 08:42:00

5/10 I
5/10 Has +1 mrmirrorman
5(or6)/10 Plan +1 mrmirrorman
maybe+1fromtheguybeforemeificountasAGsincetheOPdoesn'tmentionneutralasanoption.
+1 mrmirrorman since he +'d me.
[also edited first post to +1 mirror]
I start building a wall that is protect nothing.

Originally posted on 2017-06-11 13:17:00

[n]
I start building a building, replacing the benches with sets of tables, still in the color's of the teams, still with comfortable cushions, and start building some buildings for entertainment.
5/10 Actually something different. +1 from joe
4/10 A simple tool for latter.
4/10 The start of an interesting project.
+1 to JOE

Originally posted on 2017-06-11 14:06:00

Action 1/2

I hand out a generous +1 to Helldiver.

I'm going to start up a small charge to counter what the two Godmodders will summon.

Oozing Sludge: 1/5

I cast a benevolent transformation upon one of Helldiver's Mooks! This Mook turns into an Elite Mook that deals more damage and has more health- as much as a single-post action can grant.

Originally posted on 2017-06-11 14:26:00

lab: 4/10
rookie: 4/5
engineering: 8/10 ( +1 ninjatwist and DCCCV)

I prepare to shoot whatever godmodder 478 summons

Originally posted on 2017-06-11 18:28:00

I draw a sigil with Alpha inside of it while he's summoning, and I drop a bottle in the center. I then perform a ritual that liquefies his soul into the bottle, which can be drunk by someone as a healing potion.

3/8 Weaving
3/9 Threads of
6/10 Chaos (+1 from helldivercommand, since I am definitely AG, +1 from Pionoplayer, +1 from Redstonetam15)

+1 to Pionoplayer.

When do updates usually happen?

Originally posted on 2017-06-12 01:16:00

POST II

Phalxi looks up at Alpha and Omega for a second, and stares intensely at them.

phalxi: Already taken damage. Knew I made the right choice. But, uh. Let’s see.

She pulls out a piece of paper entitled “Crazy Bastards You Don’t Want To Mess With”, and observes the list’s top contents.

# Crazy Bastard
1. Enraged Madoka Magica fans.
2. Serious Trandoshan cosplayers.
3. Pat Robertson/The Christian Mafia.

Phalxi places a finger, likely nonexistent, given Minecraftian avatars, upon the top thing on the list.

phalxi: Oh, fuck. I know how I could do that.
phalxi: ...
phalxi: But do I actually want to?
phalxi: Ehhhhhhh.
phalxi: Oh, wait, no. Easy answer.

She takes some sort of button out of her pocket, and affixes it to her shirt. It appears to depict some odd sort of multicolored substance as a background, with the words “She Did Nothing Wrong” clearly emblazoned upon the center, with attached glowing neon lights.

phalxi: There we go. Invincibility against them. But not really.
phalxi: Now, here we go.

Phalxi clears her throat, and points very clearly at Alpha.

phalxi: Everyone, I’d just like to announce that this waste of an existence dearly loves a cAT bASTARD.
phalxi: It’s true, really. Just look at him. You can all see it, can’t you.
phalxi: No use denying it now.

Everyone is silent for a few seconds. Several players, I’d imagine, look at Phalxi rather confusedly. This isn’t for them. Those who are aware, however, scowl immediately and instinctively at the mention of whatever creature Phalxi described so elegantly as a cAT bASTARD, however.

Then, everyone can hear them.

The fans. The Madoka fans.

They come marching along the horizon in a mob seven thousand strong. Some wear half-removed cosplay, others merchandise, and others still are in their full con regalia. Phalxi grimaces a little just looking at them. They carry pitchforks, torches, tomatoes, and fully-loaded AK-12 assault rifles.

Before anyone can blink, the crazed mob breaks out into a mad collective sprint. They reach Alpha in seconds, listening neither to verbal coercion nor physical violence or manipulation. Within seconds, Alpha practically drowns in the sea of psychotic fanchildren, gunshots and stabbing sounds radiating throughout the battlefield. Everyone just sort of stares in shock.

Phalxi discreetly gestures from Omega to Alpha’s position in the crowd, mouthing the words “go stab him, or something.” No doubt, by now, Alpha, great, glorious conqueror and godmodder as he is, has fought his way out of the crowd successfully.

That’s where Phalxi comes in. Again.

She rolls up right next to Alpha in a massive tank. Time practically slows to a standstill as the tank’s gun points right at the godmodder (478) and fires. Instead of emitting a destructive shell or energy blast or bomb, like one would expect, the tank fires a single object, which lands right on top of Alpha’s head. It appears to be a piece of Madoka merchandise of some sort. How relevant!

It’s a hat, fashioned to look like a particular cat-like creature with red eyes and an expressionless face.

Everyone just stares, once again, for several seconds. Everyone except for the Madoka fans, who, with renewed hatred and fury, leap upon Alpha, and essentially tear him apart by force. Phalxi quickly ditches the tank, exploding it on top of Alpha. The fanchildren disperse, frightened by the blast, and Alpha is left in a heap on the ground, if only for a little bit. Just the perfect opportunity for Omega to strike, don’t you think?

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+1 to Consumer.

Hameru {Being Meguca is suffering.} [3 / 5] =====
Celestial Fires {But the stars that marked our starting fall away.} [2 / 6] ======
Intransigent Aegis {Is he neither able nor willing?} [2 / 10] ===== =====

Originally posted on 2017-06-12 03:38:00

Action 2/2

Oozing Sludge: 2/5

I toss a shield to another one of Helldiver's Mooks, turning it into a Shield-Bearing Mook that has more health than a regular Mook! In addition,
it takes damage first out of the entire group.

Originally posted on 2017-06-12 03:58:00

Annis is happy right now. People are scared of her, so scared that some will in fact fall by her side just so they don't actually die! She somehow got her idol to express very minor fear of her. Perhaps it's because she's annoying as - wait no Latsyrc would kill me if I say that thing's name. No anachronism here, definitely, Latsyrc! No abhorent things too!

Annis looks at the AG scrubs. The AG scrubs look at her. Annis looks at the cool people on PO, realises that she's not going to be able to make up to them via assists, and hands Battlefury a dog, Mirei a copy of the Voice Inside Your Head's quality entertainment, whilst quietly reassuring her that she isn't weeaboo or anime trash, hands Emmy a sweet smile, Gutza a copy of UNSONG, and finally hands phalxi an illegal copy of FEZ, with dubious quality. I don't know how this makes up for a lack of assists, but use your imagination.

Annis then looks at the Mook Squad. Trash summons trash monsters to work for them, huh? Annis pulls out a flipphone, and dials in a random number.

annualExecutor: Hi
annualExecutor: Id like to summon a demon
???: Why the gorilla is an eight year old calling us.
annualExecutor: Im actually 12
???: Why the gorilla is a twelve year old calling us.
annualExecutor: I am very MATURE for my age :V
???: ...What is wrong with her.
???: Dude, she's obviously a speshul Mary Sue, just give her the demon and then hang up.
???: I won't just be hanging up this call after I'm done with this.
???: I don't blame you.

A quick chat later, Annis is picking a demon to summon via magical phone calls. There are a lot of hotlines you can get to summon demons, you know? Annis looks across a list of demons to summon, and decides to summon Mara, which is a thing on chariot that if I outright stated what exactly it was, I'd probably get run off the forum. After the Demon Summoning Hotline is throughly disturbed considering the age of the person who rung them and considering blacklist methods to never have to deal with being traumatised for life again, Annis casually walks her cool and new demon to the Mook Squad. The AGs are probably kind of freaked out. The Mook Squad are also kind of freaked out.

annualExecutor: So uh what is your name
annualExecutor: Lemme check my phone

Annis pulls out her flipphone, and goes to the demon summoning app.

annualExecutor: Mara
annualExecutor: Mara traumatise these people

Mara pulls back, before driving forth into the Mook Squad. A torrent of blades cuts through them, whilst Annis sort of just stands there, giggling. She holds her hand up, before commanding her Mara to cast Maralagidyne, a wave of flame bursting through the Mook Squad. Within seconds, subject to the horror that is Mara, their eyes bleed out and their shells are reduced to dust. Annis then recalls Mara to her phone, to use for later attacks, before just dancing on the spot, next to the corpses of the Mooks.

---

Annis then begins to read an excellent piece of art, and returns with the knowledge of a Universal Truth: being meguca is suffering. Annis claps her hands, and calls to the power of those who demonstrated this universal truth, Meduka and Seiyiku, a pair of best friends. Meduka does not want to be Meguca, and Seiyiku wans sum protect meduka.

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Annis: Summon a demon to aggrieve the Mook Squad.
Meduka: "Hameru is cool! where is hameru".
Seiyiku: Bodyguard Meduka.

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Meduka [PO] HP: 20,000/20,000. Rabu: I. Junk-O: II. Meguca Forbiddened: II. Rio de Janeiro: III.
Seiyiku [PO] HP: 20,000/20,000. Greef Sid: I. For Kyusiko: II. Lose It: II. Samba: III.

Rabu / Greef Sid: oh noes
Junk-O / For Kyusiko: the entity stats are so shite that we lost them to the midst of time
Meguca Forbiddened / Lose It: meduka and seiyiku will do what they want with their specials because they are three[sic] girls

Rio de Janeiro: But remember,
Samba: being meguca is suffering.

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+1 to Erelye.
Seiyiku (formerly Reverse Rhadamanthus) {02/06/11} [5 / 5; +3 from Mirei] ===== COMPLETE!
Meduka {02/06/11} [5 / 5; +2 from Erelye, +1 from Gutza] ===== COMPLETE!
Longinus {06/24/99} [5 / 10; +1 from Battlefury, +1 from Generic, +1 from Gutza] ===== =====

Originally posted on 2017-06-12 14:18:00

POST II

Phalxi walks across the battlefield, thinking about some form of proper attack. As she essentially paces atop dirt, grass, or whatever else might serve as the ground-equivalent, a voice calls out from the cosmos, for all to hear.

???: —ates, and we are going to make our country great again.

Phalxi groans at the sound of the being, looking to the sky. Sure enough, something serendipitous has occurred. The stars have aligned to bring us some sort of arcane Donald Trump. The Wall, I believe the constellation is named. Anyhow, the voice rains down upon all present.

Donald Trump: When the anti-godmodders send their people, they’re not sending their best. They’re sending people that have lots of problems. They’re bringing wars, they’re bringing casual atrocities. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.

Out of hand, the world around Omega begins to fold and twist protectively.

Donald Trump: You have to bring in pro-Omegas, you have to take the pro-Omegas back from Ghyna, you have to take the pro-Omegas back from Low-Interest Alpha.

On some cosmic level, all can feel a massive crowd clapping and cheering. The best crowd. The biggest crowd. Tremendous. Space continues to spin protectively around Omega.

Donald Trump: And—by the way—never, ever, ever in my life have I seen any transaction so incompetently negotiated as Alpha’s health. And I mean never. We are led by very very stupid people. Very very stupid people. We cannot let his health continue.

If the twisting constellation above had eyes, it seems evident that they would turn upon Omega next.

Donald Trump: And you’re not too great either. Not too good. I supported you for Godmodder, I raised a million dollars for you, that’s a lot of money, I supported you, you lost, you let us down. You’re a hero because you lost. I like people that don’t lose. But, believe me. You’re sure as hell better than that other guy.

More bizarre cosmic applause.

Donald Trump: And that’s why I would build a great wall—and nobody builds walls better than me, believe me. And I’ll build it very inexpensively. I’ll build a great, great wall on Omega’s weak spots, and I will have Low-Interest Alpha pay for that wall. Mark my words.

Out of nowhere, the twisting fabric of space around Omega solidifies into a nigh-impenetrable wall. It looks sturdy enough to block an attack or two against Omega from one source or another.

Donald Trump: We need somebody who can take the brand of the pro-Omegas and make it great again. I’m the best at branding. Ladies and gentlemen, I am officially running for president of the Omega Consortium, and we are going to make your Godmodder great again.

The constellation begins to fade. The stellar energies pour into the wall around Omega, supercharging it with crackling white electricity, leaping from brick to brick without cease. Phalxi blinks a bit confusedly over the entire ordeal.

phalxi: Not even going to ask.

---

Mission accomplished. From the depths of the darkest hour in the abyss of time comes Hameru, at the behest of Phalxi's impeccable literature taste. Hameru looks upon us all wrathfully. Probably. Except for Meduka.

Hameru: [PO] HP: 20,000/20,000. 2016 Summer Olympics: III. Meguca, for Meduka: II. Coobie: II. It’s Tmie: I.

Hameru: "Meduka is beauty. i be meguca... for meduka"

2016 Summer Olympics: meduka rabu forever

Meguca, for Meduka: h-hello
Coobie: being meguca is suffering
It’s Tmie: i will make you happy—wait fuck

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+1 to Consumer.

Hameru {Being Meguca is suffering.} [5 / 5; +1 from Consumer] ===== COMPLETE.

Kyaku {Why fight? Because.} [1 / 5] =====
Celestial Fires {But the stars that marked our starting fall away.} [3 / 6] ======
Intransigent Aegis {Is he neither able nor willing?} [3 / 10] ===== =====

Originally posted on 2017-06-12 14:27:00

5/10
6/10
5/10
+1 to DCCCV

I continue dropping pieces of bombshell on Alpha, keeping him as distracted as possible. To add to this, some of the bombshells explode into confetti and obnoxious monkey sounds upon making contact.

Originally posted on 2017-06-12 14:35:00

The digital girl smiles at the three newly summoned [PO] entities and surrounds each of them in a shield. This will block one attack on any of them.

Nuke Laser Beams: 4/10
Mission from God2: 4/10
LaTeX Documents: 4/10

+1 to Consumer.
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Originally posted on 2017-06-12 15:43:00

Annis takes out a bit of spool, and tries to tie the mooks together, dead or alive, before infusing them with a bit of life.

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+1 to Erelye.
Mumi {02/06/11} [2 / 5; +1 from Erelye] =====
Hetumi {25/06/11} [2 / 5; +1 from Cobalt] =====
Longinus {06/24/99} [6 / 10] ===== =====

Originally posted on 2017-06-12 16:00:00

[PO]

I kick Alpha in the shin and call him a ripoff artist.

Originally posted on 2017-06-12 16:32:00

Oh hey, our worst nightmare Undertale is coming out again in 3 days. Nice.
2/10
2/10
2/10
I tell Alpha that he's completely incompetent and utterly unable to finish what he starts. And then I set him on fire.

Originally posted on 2017-06-12 19:56:00