Defeat The Godmodder 2 2: The Story of You (New Players Always Welcome, Character Sheets not required!)

[Splashcat]

Action 1: I sneak into the Factory and lace the coffee with anti-mind-control potions, breaking the spell on the PG Research Groups.

Action 2: While I'm there, I send out messages by Slack, TeamSpeak, bulletin board, PA system and bathroom stall graffiti letting everyone know the Godmodder was behind the mind control, showing the AG research groups why they shouldn't ally with the Godmodder.

Action 3: I erase the word "not" on the Godmodder's name tag, causing it to read "Hello I'm: The Godmodder". The FBI realize his deception and start investigating him for attempting to deceive officers of the law!

Entity Orders: The Tofu Shield uses its stealth skills to hide in the best hiding spot on the field. But the Ninja Tyrannosaurus Rex is so stealthy it's probably already hiding in the best hiding spot on the field... Which of course was my plan all along! The Tofu Shield uses its abilities as bait to bait AG entities to the T. Rex's location, nullifying its stealth!

 

[WHM Sukamia]

"Well. I'm just going to peacefully take a nap. Please do not disturb under threat of a completely painful death and/or a very bad nightmare. Thanks." Having said that, I bring my bed, pillow, and stuffed dragon to me. I then lay down on the bed, and grab my stuffed dragon. "Goodnight, everyone! Remember, DON'T WAKE ME UP! Thank you!" And then I fall asleep immediately.

 

[Lord Despayeeto]

You look on Tinder to find.... that it was blank? It was just made! You look up to see the Godmodder tapping away at a smart phone in one hand while the other twirls the Ball and chain around effortlessly on one finger. He pauses, then notices your stare. He growls and types something else. One refresh later and you find his Tinder Profile has been set to Private - Friends only! Because that's totally how Tinder works!

3 CP charged!

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I friend the godmodder on myspace because god damn him if he thinks he's coming out of this without me being his friend

+2 CP

 

[KidFromPallet]

Ah, another one. Very well, this could be fun.

I charge x3

Current Charge: 3

 

[The quiet watcher]

The quiet watcher shows the lead agent of the FBI his badge, a six-dimensional pattern that verifies his position as an agent on the Edge and read in their databases as such, and calmly informs them that their authority wasn't applicable with the bank due to the oddities in the paperwork being tied to a sting on a Godmodder that had already sent forces to foreign countries and dimensions, and that whoever had ordered them to move was either in the Godmodder's pocket or was the Godmodder in disguise due to their current activity more or less ruining the whole operation.

After that fiasco had been sorted out,he charged up some more CP. (+2)
Current charge: 3

 

[Mirror Mage]

Lightening crackles off in the distance. A bolt of magic lances through the sky. A blue comet streaks through the sky, sailing through the ether... And into the Godmodder. [-1 Action]

I struggle to my feet, wincing at the impact, yet smiling all the same. With college finally completed, I can finally join in the activity I never had much time fo—wait, where was the Godmodder?

A quick glance around the newly-created crater, and—whoop! I quickly teleport out of range before the dazed Godmodder can recover, surveying the battlefield around me.

I wasn't expecting to run directly into the Godmodder, but—I slam my staff down on the ground, glowing runes spiraling around my location—I can work with this.

I immediately launch into a song-like chant, focused on weakening, if not dispelling the mind control set upon the afflicted research divisions. Extra care is taken to weave my way through whatever enchantments or barriers the Godmodder put up to stop me, my focus on reaching, and saving, the minds ensnared by his machinations. [-2 Actions]

 

[Redrover1760]

Action 1: I crash the Black Market Trading Stall's economy by creating a bunch of fake but well duplicated Godmodder Items and stock them in the store. Until its figured out which are fake items or real items, no one wants to buy from a marketed brand where the resulting item could be completely fake, especially from a black market, where there isn't any guarantee you could get a refund and buying instead from generic black markets is much less risky. Classic Capitalism. This, of course, only affects Godmodder Items. Sadly, its really hard to differentiate Godmodder Items from Fake Godmodder items because the fact the Items aren't even remotely defined nor is there any reason to ever buy Godmodder Items because what Godmodder Items is never defined what-so-ever.

Action 2: Oh noes! FBI! What shall I ever do! I point the FBI towards the collapsing Black Market Trading Stalls' economy. They search, and realize that highly illegal Godmodder Items are being sold due to the black market having no stealth whatsoever. The army and the FBI waste their time raiding the black market of all the Godmodder Item stock, and since there are so many items, fake and real, its going to take a long while for the FBI to clear out all the items and also investigate the source of the items to shut it down, since there are so many items, they decide to prioritize finding the source, the Godmodder himself. Okay, that's the end of my free action. Enjoying this yet, Godmodder? Secondly, I attach neon tags to both the Overmind and the Skitter. "I am: Not the Overmind nor do I Mind Control." And I attach "I am: Not Skitter nor do I Control Bugs." To both of them. The Godmodder complains about this and demands this mechanic be removed. The Godmodder's tag is no longer effective and is piled on by a bunch of FBI. Alternatively the Godmodder says this is not allowed since Curse of Repetitiveness. Then I state that I win, and transmit a log of all of these messages straight to the FBI, who instantly realize after busting the Overmind and Skitter for their fake tags, that likely, the Godmodder is using a same fake tag, and turn on the Godmodder or run the hell away, because they desire total utter promotion or know better to piss off the Godmodder. I then send in an anonymouse report to the FBI that the person with and/or had "I am: Not The Godmodder" as they entered the battlefield is actually the Godmodder. Just in case it needs an extra push in the investigation. Unfortunately for the Godmodder, the FBI isn't just going to commit insubordination and run away just because the potential claim for the Godmodder being the Godmodder thats backed with circumstantial evidence.

Action 3: I ask the Godmodder to stand still for me as I teleport the fake tag off of him with Star Trek teleportation. He either complies, and the tag is gone, or he tries to start moving, running, or dodging, which screws up the positioning, instead teleporting some of the Godmodder but not all of him. While he is doing this, the FBI are investigating him, and he realizes if he were to suddenly make any sudden moves, they'd start shooting at him, instantly ruining the relationship between the Godmodder and the FBI either way, as surviving bullets is a pretty good evidence for being a Godmodder. He could claim he is being teleported, but that just makes the FBI ask more questions. When the FBI realizes that the Godmodder really was the Godmodder the whole entire time, either when he starts resisting arrest by moving to counter the teleport, or by the teleportation of the tag off of him, I win the fencing duel by stabbing him in the chest. We had never finished the perfectly legal and consensual fencing duel, after all. He can't block my stabs, block the FBI's bullets, and attack the FBI at the same time, and even if he could, he undoubtedly fails to dodge the second star trek teleporter which proceeds to teleport a toilet on his head, causing the

Then, I use said horrifying mass to curse the Godmodder with the Curse of A Horrifying Mass Will Be In The Next Toilet You Visit.

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to occur. Making it effectively impossible to block my stabs and the bullets while being eaten alive by a Horrifying Mass and being blind. Assuming he didn't move, of course. If he moved it instead miscalculates and teleports partway into the Godmodder's head. Oops.

The Godmodder scoffs. "If it wasn't obvious, we aren't playing Sekiro: Shadows Die Too Many Times. Therefore, I'm not beholden to its rules and can use any rules I like, such as my recently published 'Godmodder takes no Damage' game. Which I thought I was obvious considering the autoblock, but clearly some people don't have my mental faculties. Additionally, yes, I called you a casual - and anyone serious about being engaged in combat at all times could see your efforts, type casual, and still block. If they can't then that's their own fault."

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"If it wasn't obvious. I won the fencing duel, you just blocked my attack, a thing any player can easily do, which proves I am actually better than you. Git gud casual."

 

[Jaggerain]

Directing the Rippers to climb ontop of me, little clawed legs digging into my shirt, I begin channeling bio-energy, viridian lightning arcing around me.

Grass, insects and other flora and fauna began dying as they were drained of bio-energy, becoming empty lifeless shells and withered husks as I sapped them for all they were worth.

Using this gradually increasing amount of energy, I teleported the Rippers and I away in a flash of green light and fire, burning away a few feet of vegetation and insects.

We arrived into a small cavern underground, the air was stuffy, smelled of mildew and felt just damp.

The Rippers chittered curiously, and I nodded, this place would do for now.

Hopefully there'd be something for us to eat...

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2 Actions are spent to Teleport the Rippers and I underground.

1 Action is converted into CP.

 

[ManiacMastR]

The odd trio reached the battlefield and hid behind a rock just before the EOTB began. They watched the mayhem that occurs.

"My goodness! He's stronger than I could have imagined!"

"Could have? What, you didn't actually imagine how powerful he is before this?"

"No that- I don't have time to argue semantics with you!"

"Oh there you go, using your big words again."

"It's not that big, it's a medium sized-"

"Enough you two. This Godmodder may be powerful, but the dreams show we are meant to be in this fight."

Zaircon pauses in thought.

"I'll help the others who are fighting, you go get the other passengers. Tell them... tell them we're in for a fight."

The two pistachio men agree and sneak off in the direction they came. Zaircon gets ready to pounce.

FOCUS: After a bit, Zaircon jumps out from behind the rock. He charges towards the Godmodder and uses the momentum of the charge to punch. The Godmodder, of course, dodges this. A bit surprised, he follows up with another punch, then a kick. Both are dodged. He tries a bunch of maneuvers, rolling and jumping and uppercutting and many other attacks. Yet, every time, the Godmodder dodges.

So, in a desperate attempt, Zaircon jumps and dives into the Godmodder. A simple dodge is his response. Zaircon hits the ground and slides a bit. Once he stops sliding, however....

The Godmodder is suddenly trapped in an invisible cube that shrinks to molecular size, crushing him! The dust that has been moved from Zaircon's motions lights up just as the Godmodder is crushed. If looked at from above, it seems to form an odd symbol....

ManiacMastR: 3

 

[Algot]

A man wearing a purple cloak coverd in golden lines and curves, and holding a notebook with a picture of a sheep, rabbit, thing on it, along with a goose fether and an ink jar. walks onto the field, he imediately realizes the godmodder IS the godmodder due to, for exampel, the fact that he IS not a moron. He also notices that the FBI aka the Federal Bureau of Investigation (wait what happens to the of in the process of abreviation) are somehow being tricked by a simpel nametag and facepalms at their idiocy.
why am I not suprised then he turns to the godmodder,
hey godmodder there IS something you are forgeting about, a rule in fact
The godmodder IS of course very confused by this, and by the fact that every time the word IS IS used in this post it IS bolded and in all caps. Had he looked through the rules of reality closely enough however he would notice that there IS in fact an important one that he has missed. What IS that rule? Well it IS the folowing, GODMODDER AFTER JOHN SMITH POCKET IS EMPTY. This means that the pockets of the godmodder after John Smith are allways empty, meaning the curent godmodder IS unable to pocket anything,

(This action IS suposed to make the godmodder loose the stuff he pocketed)



Action 2 & 3 the man puts away the notebook and feather in his cloak and takes out a new set, this notebook IS black with a picture of a skull on it and the feather IS from a vulture, he waves his hand and the feather and book begin to levitate, with the feather diping itself in ink and automaticaly writing down the name stats and abilities of every entity that dies.

 

[Torix]

"Really, father? So much for omnipotence..." I mutter.

Everything is happening everywhere, I can't be right all the time.

"Ah, my mistake." I say to Torix, relaxing in the hot spring, "Join me. I'll be going there to speak to him after I'm done with my soak."

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I nod, but sit on the edge of the hot spring instead of going inside of it.
Torix - Thanks, but no thanks. I don't wanna accidentally mess anything up.
Torix - This body is more of just an Arbiter construct I'm using to mess with stuff here. I don't know if you've read The Truth About Arbiters, but...
Torix - Well, long story short, I'm more or less stuck on the Arbiter Plane until that other conflict is done.
A small, orange-rimmed portal opens. On the other side, the other conflict is still running. Anyone who manages to look through sees complete and total chaos as Tricky messes with the field. Players, in return, open up with their own strange attacks to fight back.
Torix - This warp leads to the other Godmodder battle. If you want to go there, option's always open. Just be warned, things work a bit differently there.
Torix - I wish you luck in whatever conflict you decide to pursue.
I walk away and return my attention to the battlefield. The portal remains open, leaving an open warp between the two battlefields.

 

[Algot]

I nod, but sit on the edge of the hot spring instead of going inside of it.
Torix - Thanks, but no thanks. I don't wanna accidentally mess anything up.
Torix - This body IS more of just an Arbiter construct I'm using to mess with stuff here. I don't know if you've read The Truth About Arbiters, but...
Torix - Well, long story short, I'm more or less stuck on the Arbiter Plane until that other conflict IS done.
A small, orange-rimmed portal opens. On the other side, the other conflict IS still running. Anyone who manages to look through sees complete and total chaos as Tricky messes with the field. Players, in return, open up with their own strange attacks to fight back.
Torix - This warp leads to the other Godmodder battle. If you want to go there, option's always open. Just be warned, things work a bit differently there.
Torix - I wish you luck in whatever conflict you decide to pursue.
I walk away and return my attention to the battlefield. The portal remains open, leaving an open warp between the two battlefields.

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there IS a reason why my character speaks in exxactly two collors, can you figure it out

 

[BlackJesusTheOne]

I nod, but sit on the edge of the hot spring instead of going inside of it.
Torix - Thanks, but no thanks. I don't wanna accidentally mess anything up.
Torix - This body is more of just an Arbiter construct I'm using to mess with stuff here. I don't know if you've read The Truth About Arbiters, but...
Torix - Well, long story short, I'm more or less stuck on the Arbiter Plane until that other conflict is done.
A small, orange-rimmed portal opens. On the other side, the other conflict is still running. Anyone who manages to look through sees complete and total chaos as Tricky messes with the field. Players, in return, open up with their own strange attacks to fight back.
Torix - This warp leads to the other Godmodder battle. If you want to go there, option's always open. Just be warned, things work a bit differently there.
Torix - I wish you luck in whatever conflict you decide to pursue.
I walk away and return my attention to the battlefield. The portal remains open, leaving an open warp between the two battlefields.

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"Huh." I say looking through the portal and stretching my wings, "I was gonna use my Rinnesharingan to get there, but thanks!"

Things work differently, huh?

 

[Spicy Serious]

The thing ceases it's surprisingly productive not-standing time and reverts to it's standing time. An annoyed twitch comes over it's eye. A snowballing entity? Greeeeat, that thing needs to die last century.

Action One! +1 CP

As one would expect from a nebulously defined creature with the name it has, the Abominable Snowball-ling is absolutely adorable, and seeing as no one's able to correct me, all adorable things love hugs. It's simply a universal fact.

The Waxy-Thing approaches the Snowball-ling, it's immense reality-warping abilities put towards one thing, looking like the most hugable thing in all of reality. And with this he offers an olive branch to the creature of snow, a hug. Of course it accepts, a cold body meeting a sentient pile of snow in a pseudo-warm embrace.

A really warm embrace.

A really really warm embrace.

Wow is it getting hot in here or is it just the fact that everything's on fire?

The thing struggles to maintain it's calm exterior as it pulls off the ultimate ploy known to it's people, the Genovian Hug Of Fiery Betrayal! It pats itself on the back as the Snowball-ling attempts to escape the player power fueled hug, only to be met with further aggressive affection! The wax-thing's flames of passion only growing brighter!

Until it stops, releasing the blackened and betrayed Snowball-ling with a grunt as it checks it's [Watch?]. "Time to get a move on, 'twas fun Snowball-ling, we should do this again next round." Vague...threat? made the thing vanishes to another part of the battlefield.

Action Two and Three! +1 CP

The incoming monsters are going to be an issue if they aren't addressed, hopefully a bit of a buffer will at least allow them to deal with current issues before facing an entirely new wave of them.

This thought in mind, the Wax-Thing moves its hands, allowing a spark of Player Power to encircle the battleground the Players now find themselves on...and from it, a titanic wall begins to rise where the Power touched. Up, up, and up until it became ludicrously tall, breaching even the upper reaches of the atmosphere!

The titanic growth slows upwards, but begins to creep outwards. Growing and acting like a living organism, but neither that nor the material, nor it's thickness is what grants it it's positive;y titanic durability. No, what grants it it's strength is the power of REDUNDANCY! It's very existenc reinforced and improved by the wall this wall sits upon! THE WALL OF THE WALL SHALL STAND FOREVER! THE MONSTROUS FORCES THAT LIE BEYOND SHALL NOT PIERCE IT'S ILLUSTRIOUS STONE!

...also the heavy lacing of Ag-itism in the stonework, the strongest form of patriotism known to the multiverse.


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Actions done, the thing resumes the Not-Standing Thing atop The Wall Of The Wall until further events occur.

 

[Crusher48]

I charge 3 CP.

 

[EternalStruggle]

Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back?

A car races down the highway, or what passes for it, on its way towards the Final Wall. On the outside, it looks to be a simple advanced civilian car. A mass produced vehicle that can be found almost anywhere on the planet these days, what with the notable technological advances since the war ten long years ago.

Naturally, the inside is quite different. An entire ton of lightweight yet durable Martian alloys served as the shell, resting on a chassis that is similarly capable. Not built on this earth, or even this plane of existence, it cruises down the road at over ninety miles per hour without a care in the world.

Due to its occupant, it's also blaring obnoxious rap music at full volume, because that's just what's on brand.

Although delayed by distance, it slams right over the barrier and screeches to a halt in the battlefield proper, drifting right into the middle of things.

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

The door slams open on automatic, letting the music blare out for all to here, a defiant statement of intent.

I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

Out steps a man that is familiar but changed. A veteran of the Old War come again.

Titles: Edgelord Supreme, the Sultan of Smug, Twice Betrayer, Thrice Savior.
Handles: ES, EternalStruggle
Name: Richard Person

Cutting off the music with a sharp gesture, he returns his hands to his pockets, and looks over at the Godmodder through his sunglasses. The only unchanged part of his ensemble, as a matter of fact. His blonde hair, once running relatively free, is now closely cropped. His faux-leather jacket has been swapped out for a proper suit one, with the rest of the suit following. His features, previously that of an adventurous young adult, had lined and hardened into that of an experienced yet still relatively young official.

Ten years is a long time.

"TheLastRemnant." He said. It was more of a statement than a question, but there was no doubt as to who he was speaking to. "Hydrogen's cheap, but not that cheap. Why'd you call me here?"

Instead of doing anything else, he simply charged 3 CP.

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

Player Responses:

(x3) I continue focusing on decanting the Aspects into their Vials...+3 CP
Paradoxdragonpaci:7CP

I give a sad nod to Jagg, and wish him the best of luck

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Vials? Oh! You made the vials for D.I.G.I.! Right, thank you! I wonder what you'll do with this batch....

3 CP charged!

I imagine that the godmodder is an amazing person to team up with..... if he wasn't so destrutive towards allies.
AGs look pretty fine, but I don't wanna stay dedicated towards their objectives too much, so I'll just stay neutral.

I gather energy together and prepare for the next phase of my plan. +3cp

inventory:
1 CP

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: | I-

"You wish to form an alliance?" The Godmodder grumbles in thought. "That is... hmm... Do not dismiss me so quickly. Allow me to think on this matter."

Oh no.

3 CP charged....

And suddenly he was, who was? A very average man was. One moment he wasn't and the next he was. Of course this is all some philosophical bs that the man would say to his friends when in reality he just fell out of a hole.
But all that was completely irrelevant and honestly a waste of time. As the only thing that does matter is the scary man with a ball and chain.

On that note I (the man) choose to summon some assistance, an ancient hero that once gave his life for my ancestor. I summon the Frog of Truth! A frog that has the ability to detect lies and cheats.

I use an additional action to boost the frogs health, he will not die a tragic death this time.

Oh, I still have a spare action. Well I'll be sure to use that responsibly, by buying a loot crate with it! There's a chance I could get a great item right? But in order to improve my luck I pray to RNGesus for extra luck (what do you mean he's busy dealing with a sponge!?)

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Frog of Truth created at 15,000 HP! A noble lineage of spirit animals who were once called upon by the gods themselves to serve as allies and judges before their demise at the hands of Verraad. Surely he will be of great aid in this encounter!

RNGesus... oh - the alter ego of Jesus. I....

No one knows where He is. He disappeared at around the same time as God did when Verraad killed him. Some fear that Jesus has died too, alongside the Holy Spirit of God. Some say they've fallen into a deep slumber and were hidden by their allies... or their enemies. Others still that they're overcome with a profound sadness and have hidden themselves away to mourn.

No matter the case, they're not here now. Like it has been for the past 10 years - there are no more gods to pray to. Capital or lower case 'G'.

Still, your prayer is sent. If Jesus were to make a return, I'm sure it would be answered then. But now...

Now you are fully at the mercy of Loot Crates.

Inside is...

A 50% off Coupon. For perfume.

I mean, it COULD be useful. Maybe. Can it?

I catch the crystal, slightly annoyed that it was thrown at me, then I realize what it is...

An Ether Crystal! That disgusting affront to father I created was actually good for something.

I create a hot spring next to the bank and put the Ether Crystal inside, which turns it into an Ether Spring! After 5 turns (doesn't have to be consecutive) anyone who relaxes in the Ether Spring will receive an Ether Gear!

I open an account with the CP Bank and store my CP (free action?) before sitting in the Ether Spring and communing with my father with a simple question in mind.

(This is all thought/telepathic speech, so I'm assuming it's free)

"Father."

"Yes, my son?"

"I have been summoned once more, this time to defeat an entity known as the Godmodder."

"I'm aware. He's quite troublesome, is he not?"

"He is, but I'm looking for the person who summoned me here."

"Ah, Alastair Dragovich? He's an Arbiter. What business do you have with him?"

"I simply want to talk. I need information."

"Very well then. You'll soon know his location. Use the eyes of the Uchiha you slew to get there."

"Understood."


I wait for Alastair's location to be revealed whilst enjoying a nice soak with the Holy Spirit.


BJtO CP - 3 CP (banked)

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You use your 3 Actions to make an Ether Spring! I'm going ot have to research Ether Gears, but this seems balanced enough. Also, yes, talking to people, even through telepathy, is a free action! Feel free to talk to.... um....

....First, why do people think Alastair Dragovich, player in the Verraad War and Hero of Trial 4, is an Arbiter? I get the feeling that I'm missing some context.

Also.

Who are you talking to?

Wait shit, you've got bigger problems! The FBI are surrounding you, weapons raised! It seems the Bank Teller had been nervously glancing at you too much and because you tried to make a deposit, they're going to try and capture you and bring you in for questioning! A few sneer at you for taking a dip in what appears to be to them hot springs during this very serious matter, so they're not going to go easy on you, either!

<A1>
"A JOEbob? who is be this might?"
"Am not name be THAT! what?"
"and why you are no like stats? you has stats! your stats 100 HP stats! whats?"
In confusion is, man mouth somehow get bigger teeth. get bigger saliva. get bigger stomach acid. half-vomits, so stomach acid in mouth. Mouth same size, contents more big.
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<A2> Does carve rock, and rock become big statue! good statue! statue with very good proportions: 97% mouth! statue many goodness, worth 2 CP, yes-yes! Statue item technically! but CP! but item!
yes.
</A2>
<A#>
hrm. action divider is break? not work! harumphhhuhumph.
</@#>
<inv>
Runework. 2 CP statue. 2 CP. 3U mouth.
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[1x] In a distant alcove, a Grey-teal wave of light radiates out from a small flame. a figure, seemingly carved of some impervious metal, creaks lightly as it shakes off sediment, and the light rushes into it, runes and structures glowing along it in an ever-shifting manner.

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The Godmodder looks downright uncomfortable. "Well, you sure are as unsettling as a JOEbob. Or JObob for that matter."

He's unapologetic, and the size of the mouth has pissoff the Godmodder enough that he flash-steps behind you, pushes on the mouth fromt he other side, and causes it to fold up into itself teeth first. Since this is seen as an attack, the automatic defense kicks in and the mouth promtly eats itself! Soon, there's no mouth whatsoever on the Brown Man, because physics is a suggestion and the Godmodder has elected to ignore it.

You've turned the CP rock into a more efficient CP Statue! It's.... it's a thing.

....wait a second - ANALYSIS!

What the hell is that thing? Grey-teal? Not that familiar brand of Light-Blue, but...

I don't like this... going to keep track of it in the Brown Man's inventory until I can figure out what it is.

I use my three turns to stock up the trading stall with some Anti-Godmodder equipment, like T-shirts, and Weapons (the kids love the "Defeat the Godmodder the Flamethrower") he may be a godmodder but i will not let him take over my trading station,

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The Godmodder tries to counter, but if he tries to steal or destroy it, the FBI could catch on and then the stall itself would be taken down! Granted the Godmodder COULD kill the FBI if they become a nuisance. ....Why hasn't he?

...Why is the Godmodder radiating pure smile energy?

At any rate, the Black Market Trading Stall is now properly Neutral again!

Gold stabs GreatSword.EXE into the ground...

3 ACTION FOCUS - SUMMON EXE KNIGHT: A knight wielding GreatSword.EXE appears! He's got good attack, but his health is a bit unstable due to GreatSword.EXE being made out of random pieces of code.

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You focus summon EXE Knight! The Greatsword.EXE become his attack stat and it's boosted by 2 CP, while only 1 CP gets added to his HP pool.

Alright I ask the Magical Research Group to cast anti-mind control spells and find out how to break the godmodder's spell then I go into the factory and start to construct a plasma cannon.

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Instead of generic research, they'll be focusing on Anti-Mind Control Spells, a great boon...

You begin constructing a Plasma canon, only to discover....

...there's no equipment in here! There's space for it, but nothing actually is in here! All of that CP must have gone itno HP instead. Still, the Plasma Cannon requires certain manufacturing equipment, so you use your 3 Actions to outfit the factory. Focus Factory is now the Plasma Cannon Factory! It'll boost any Actions to make a Plasma Cannon by 3, any attempts at making Plasma by 2, and any attempts at making cannons by 1!

However, you magic researchers aren't any less tempted to defect...

Torix - Um... yea. About that...
Torix - Alastair isn't the Arbiter. I'm the other guy in the "Storypost" the other Arbiter dropped...
Torix - And unless he somehow transcended into a magenta, vaguely humanoid figure...
Torix - Yea. Alastair isn't the Arbiter. He's over here anyways...
I pull up a small hologram, showing the battle in the Himalayas.
Torix - That's him on top of Fort Grist.

Actions 1-3 -
I quickly look at the Abominable Snowball-ling and decide that it needs to go - and do so by clarifying using minor fate-controlling powers gained by being an Arbiter along with a Player! I establish that wherever this battle is taking place, it is currently Summer, which means it's hot and generally, there's no snow. Although this has literally no effect in the Himalayas (it's always cold there anyways, too high of an elevation), here it's more noticable as the Players feel a nice warm breeze pass them by, and center around the Snowball-ling. Utilizing pure logic now, snow generally melts in the summer - causing the snowball to begin to melt.

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Nice one. Though the idea of it being summer feels weird, this is fair cop since it's July.

....Why did the phrase 'July in Christmas' come to mind?

Abominable Snowball-ling will now take 3,000 Damage a turn! Starting this exact second!

"FREEZE! Do you have associations with this man?"

Oh no. The FBI have surrounded you too for associating with BlackJesustheOne!

That-Random-Guy: 9 CP

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This feels memetically appropriate. Keep up the good work!

"Really, father? So much for omnipotence..." I mutter.

Everything is happening everywhere, I can't be right all the time.

"Ah, my mistake." I say to Torix, relaxing in the hot spring, "Join me. I'll be going there to speak to him after I'm done with my soak."

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Omnipotence? Okay, no seriously who are you talking to?

"Shut up and come with us quietly, or we'll start playing rough right here and now..." Says one of the agents as his guards raise their guns.

Another of the Agents has his men raise their guns as well on Torix! "So you are an associate! You'll need to come with us, sir..."

Spoiler: Fluff

Near the edge of the embattled region, a child sized skeleton wanders by. Its bone gleam pure white as the undead walks closer and closer, holding an odd looking egg in its three skeletal hands.

Before long, the skeleton's walk brings the undead near the AG side, mere meters from mostly mind controlled Focus Factory before stopping. Shifting its grip until the egg is relatively securely held by one hand, the skeleton pulls out a rib and snaps, the bone suddenly transforming into a shovel.

Then, the skeleton starts to dig.

Once the hole reaches a depth of roughly a meter, the skeleton ceases digging and unceremoniously drops the egg into the hole before burying the egg with the disrupted earth. The shovel glows a luminescent violet and becomes a bucket fill of a black liquid. Visibly shagging, the skeleton reluctantly raises the bucket above its head and dumps the content onto its form.

The liquid works rapidly, melting the skeleton in scant seconds before reaching the earth. Upon contact with the ground, the liquid seeps down to the buried egg before reacting with the egg's exterior.

Extra-natural senses have an excellent view of the egg's contents as the egg's shell disintegrates. At the very center of the egg lies a shattered fragment of a soul, surrounded by pools of sustaining soul energy and trapped in temporal stasis. The presence of the black liquid ends this state, the soul energy being absorbed by the flowing liquid before liquid reaches the soul fragment, being directly infused into the fragment as the black liquid surrounds it and shifts into the shape of a human. The temporal stasis inverts, accelerating the process as the liquid bubbles.

Then the black liquid ceases the bubbling as its explodes upwards, a great geyser emerging from the earth. The liquid disappears within moments of contact with the air, leaving a hole with a bewildered individual behind. Mouth agape, only one word comes forth from said individual.

"What?"

OOC: TLDR - the Filthy Neutral is back.

Too confused to truly take any action, all that happens is charging. (x3)

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Did-

Did the creator of the Master of Death just get brought back!? HOW!

"So that nuisance is being taken care of. Good. It seems that deal was well made after all."

What the- GODMODDER, WHAT DID YOU DO?

"All I did was make some arrangements," He said in a low, insufferable tone of voice. "Nothing more."

None of that sounds good in the slightest.

"It shouldn't. 3 CP charged."

3 CP charged- DANGIT!

....Well shit
What the hell?!
Well, what did you expect from a Godmodder?
Alright, Time to deal some damage

Action 1-3: I charge right at the Godmodder and throw a few basic punches and kicks, something that the Godmodder would very easily block. After that, I through a few more basic punches and kicks. The Godmodder starts to get annoyed at my actions. Then, I throw a FEW MORE basic punches and Kicks. after a few hours of this, I finally did something original. I fire a basic gun at his face that is undodgeable, unbreakable, unstoppable, unblockable, undeflectable, untransportable, and untransformable.

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You nearly had him, but you forgot to make the bullet it fired undodgeable, unbreakable, unstoppable, unblockable, undeflectable, untransportable, and untrandformable. And then to add insult to injury the Godmodder proves that you should have made it unstealable and- wait, it's not moving?

....Untransportable. Clever.

You get your 3 CP Unstoppable Force Gun!

It'll take too long to upgrade the Zerg Spawners via CP alone you say? Then I'll make something to do it for me!

Action 1: Spawn a Creep Tumor (converts surrounding land into Zerg-Favored terrain)
Action 2: Spawn a Evolution Pit (A Zerg focused research station)
Action 3: Spawn Evolution Master Abathur (Zerg focused

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You begin by making the Creep Tumor and turn around to work on the Evolution pit and Evolution master when you hear a radioactive 'ZAP'! you turn around to find that the Godmodder has cured the Tumor via laser! As you go to complain, the Godmodder zaps the pit only to be bodyblocked by Abathur, killing the Evolution master! The Evolution pit, moved by the sacrifices, triples its effective CP value! Evolution Pit created! It'll boost Zerg Focused Evolution Actions by 3, Zerg Focused Actions by 2, and Evolution Actions by 1! How suspiciously convenient...

Action 1:
"What a clever disguise. If I didn't know any better, I'd actually believe you're not the godmodder."

I turn into a shadowy form of myself and dash through the godmodder, ripping off his nametag disguise and irreparably ruining it with void goop.

Action 2:
Still in my void form, I double in size and grow several additional arms, which I use to pin the godmodder down. I lean closer, several void tentacles bursting forth from my gaping maw. The tentacles proceed to do unspeakable things to the godmodder while I steadily replace all of the blood in his body with void goop.

Action 3:
I store 1 CP.

CP: 2

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Nametag Ruined! Too bad the FBI are too busy with Torix and BlackJesustheOne to notice...

You proceed to attempt to do that, only for the tentacles to be utterly and completely burned off by the energy leaking out of the Godmodder's armor! It's rather painful!

At least you manage to store that CP in the end...

Action 1: I sneak into the Factory and lace the coffee with anti-mind-control potions, breaking the spell on the PG Research Groups.

Action 2: While I'm there, I send out messages by Slack, TeamSpeak, bulletin board, PA system and bathroom stall graffiti letting everyone know the Godmodder was behind the mind control, showing the AG research groups why they shouldn't ally with the Godmodder.

Action 3: I erase the word "not" on the Godmodder's name tag, causing it to read "Hello I'm: The Godmodder". The FBI realize his deception and start investigating him for attempting to deceive officers of the law!

Entity Orders: The Tofu Shield uses its stealth skills to hide in the best hiding spot on the field. But the Ninja Tyrannosaurus Rex is so stealthy it's probably already hiding in the best hiding spot on the field... Which of course was my plan all along! The Tofu Shield uses its abilities as bait to bait AG entities to the T. Rex's location, nullifying its stealth!

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Not only was the Anti-Mind Control laced coffee such a wild success, but the mass communication helped break the spell on the PG groups! Especially the bathroom graffiti - the Godmodder could and did censor everything else, but bathroom Graffiti is *Forever*. The Factory and its inhabitants are now free and back to being AG!!

"Hey! I just cleaned the void goop off of that!"

So he did! Ha! Looks he's doubley unable to fool the FBI! Should they turn around. Or notice.

Sigh.

Tofu Shield shall do as you command...

"Well. I'm just going to peacefully take a nap. Please do not disturb under threat of a completely painful death and/or a very bad nightmare. Thanks." Having said that, I bring my bed, pillow, and stuffed dragon to me. I then lay down on the bed, and grab my stuffed dragon. "Goodnight, everyone! Remember, DON'T WAKE ME UP! Thank you!" And then I fall asleep immediately.

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The Godmodder thinks about this very carefully. He could be an asshole and wake you up. He could just leave you alone to do whatever it is you want to do unsupervised.

Instead, he places some 'Horror ASMR' headphones on you to give you such disruptive nightmares that you can't concentrate in your dreams, can't be woken up by outside help, and when you wakeup on your own, you'll feel groggy!

Truly, the Godmodder is the *worst*.

Ah, another one. Very well, this could be fun.

I charge x3

Current Charge: 3

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You charge 3 CP! And, well, it's war. And while Godmodding and Player poowers can be fun, war....

Well. War never changes.

The quiet watcher shows the lead agent of the FBI his badge, a six-dimensional pattern that verifies his position as an agent on the Edge and read in their databases as such, and calmly informs them that their authority wasn't applicable with the bank due to the oddities in the paperwork being tied to a sting on a Godmodder that had already sent forces to foreign countries and dimensions, and that whoever had ordered them to move was either in the Godmodder's pocket or was the Godmodder in disguise due to their current activity more or less ruining the whole operation.

After that fiasco had been sorted out,he charged up some more CP. (+2)
Current charge: 3

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They scoff at the idea that they've been had by a Godmodder! The Godmodders are over and done with. Look-

They look. They finally see through the disguise of the Nametag thanks ot it being ruined and altered. All of them pale at once. 20 of the Armed Forces begin escorting the FBI agents out of here immediately along with the Elite Armed Forces troops and the FBI Lead Investigator! When they find the Black Market Trading stall they ignore it completely! The FBI are in full retreat, and practically screaming into their Walkie Talkies and radios!

"CODE ARMAGEDDON'S REVENGE! I REPEAT CODE ARMAGEDDON'S REVENGE! THE GODMODDERS ARE BACK! I REPEAT, THE GODMODDERS-"

They're cut off when they all suddenly explode one by one in massive fireballs! The Godmodder lowers his hand.

"That's all I needed from you. You've played your part well." He then turns to the surviving Armed Forces. "As for you... you may lay down your lives now for my cause... or you may simply lay down and die. Your choice."

All remaining Armed Forces freeze up in fear. They tremble at his terrifying abilities!

Lightening crackles off in the distance. A bolt of magic lances through the sky. A blue comet streaks through the sky, sailing through the ether... And into the Godmodder. [-1 Action]

I struggle to my feet, wincing at the impact, yet smiling all the same. With college finally completed, I can finally join in the activity I never had much time fo—wait, where was the Godmodder?

A quick glance around the newly-created crater, and—whoop! I quickly teleport out of range before the dazed Godmodder can recover, surveying the battlefield around me.

I wasn't expecting to run directly into the Godmodder, but—I slam my staff down on the ground, glowing runes spiraling around my location—I can work with this.

I immediately launch into a song-like chant, focused on weakening, if not dispelling the mind control set upon the afflicted research divisions. Extra care is taken to weave my way through whatever enchantments or barriers the Godmodder put up to stop me, my focus on reaching, and saving, the minds ensnared by his machinations. [-2 Actions]

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Well that was unexpected. 1 Damage to the Godmodder!

Since the mind control has already been broken, you charge 2 CP instead! Be sure to keep track of it yourself and welcome to the war!

Action 1: I crash the Black Market Trading Stall's economy by creating a bunch of fake but well duplicated Godmodder Items and stock them in the store. Until its figured out which are fake items or real items, no one wants to buy from a marketed brand where the resulting item could be completely fake, especially from a black market, where there isn't any guarantee you could get a refund and buying instead from generic black markets is much less risky. Classic Capitalism. This, of course, only affects Godmodder Items. Sadly, its really hard to differentiate Godmodder Items from Fake Godmodder items because the fact the Items aren't even remotely defined nor is there any reason to ever buy Godmodder Items because what Godmodder Items is never defined what-so-ever.

Action 2: Oh noes! FBI! What shall I ever do! I point the FBI towards the collapsing Black Market Trading Stalls' economy. They search, and realize that highly illegal Godmodder Items are being sold due to the black market having no stealth whatsoever. The army and the FBI waste their time raiding the black market of all the Godmodder Item stock, and since there are so many items, fake and real, its going to take a long while for the FBI to clear out all the items and also investigate the source of the items to shut it down, since there are so many items, they decide to prioritize finding the source, the Godmodder himself. Okay, that's the end of my free action. Enjoying this yet, Godmodder? Secondly, I attach neon tags to both the Overmind and the Skitter. "I am: Not the Overmind nor do I Mind Control." And I attach "I am: Not Skitter nor do I Control Bugs." To both of them. The Godmodder complains about this and demands this mechanic be removed. The Godmodder's tag is no longer effective and is piled on by a bunch of FBI. Alternatively the Godmodder says this is not allowed since Curse of Repetitiveness. Then I state that I win, and transmit a log of all of these messages straight to the FBI, who instantly realize after busting the Overmind and Skitter for their fake tags, that likely, the Godmodder is using a same fake tag, and turn on the Godmodder or run the hell away, because they desire total utter promotion or know better to piss off the Godmodder. I then send in an anonymouse report to the FBI that the person with and/or had "I am: Not The Godmodder" as they entered the battlefield is actually the Godmodder. Just in case it needs an extra push in the investigation. Unfortunately for the Godmodder, the FBI isn't just going to commit insubordination and run away just because the potential claim for the Godmodder being the Godmodder thats backed with circumstantial evidence.

Action 3: I ask the Godmodder to stand still for me as I teleport the fake tag off of him with Star Trek teleportation. He either complies, and the tag is gone, or he tries to start moving, running, or dodging, which screws up the positioning, instead teleporting some of the Godmodder but not all of him. While he is doing this, the FBI are investigating him, and he realizes if he were to suddenly make any sudden moves, they'd start shooting at him, instantly ruining the relationship between the Godmodder and the FBI either way, as surviving bullets is a pretty good evidence for being a Godmodder. He could claim he is being teleported, but that just makes the FBI ask more questions. When the FBI realizes that the Godmodder really was the Godmodder the whole entire time, either when he starts resisting arrest by moving to counter the teleport, or by the teleportation of the tag off of him, I win the fencing duel by stabbing him in the chest. We had never finished the perfectly legal and consensual fencing duel, after all. He can't block my stabs, block the FBI's bullets, and attack the FBI at the same time, and even if he could, he undoubtedly fails to dodge the second star trek teleporter which proceeds to teleport a toilet on his head, causing the

to occur. Making it effectively impossible to block my stabs and the bullets while being eaten alive by a Horrifying Mass and being blind. Assuming he didn't move, of course. If he moved it instead miscalculates and teleports partway into the Godmodder's head. Oops.



"If it wasn't obvious. I won the fencing duel, you just blocked my attack, a thing any player can easily do, which proves I am actually better than you. Git gud casual."

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You fill the Black Market stall with Fake Godmodder items! Angry and out of petty revenge, he spreads a rumor that the AG items also have fakes in them, causing people to second guess themselves! now each side only gets a hard limit of 1 CP, and it's every two rounds now! I guess Free CP is just too much to ask for.

Most of your second action is invalid, but you do send that report to the FBI! The player powers helpfully add more information, since this is pretty much otherwise a free Action, and now they have a solid report to confirm the horrifying final cries of their subordinates! Their sacrifices will nto have been in vain, and the leaders of the FBI now know for certain that the Godmodders are back.

For better or for worse.

Because the FBI is gone now, he is able to easily counter the Teleported in toilet by simply moving out of the way! The Curse doesn't take effect because he doesn't use it, and not only does he counter every riposte and attack, but he proceeds to cut and slice away at you with his Ball and Chain, leaving you only in your boxers.

That's right, he used the unwieldy Ball and Chain to win a fencing duel.No this isn't cheating, and hasn't been since the Great Godmodder Aaron Burr killed The Player Alexander Hamilton in a pistol duel using a Sci Fi Laser and used the win to legalize alt-weapon usage in all duels forever for all Godmodders!

A moment of silence in remembrance of Alexander Hamilton.

....

Back to the war!

The Godmodder laughs at your declaration and boxer clad form. "You were saying something, Casual?"

Directing the Rippers to climb ontop of me, little clawed legs digging into my shirt, I begin channeling bio-energy, viridian lightning arcing around me.

Grass, insects and other flora and fauna began dying as they were drained of bio-energy, becoming empty lifeless shells and withered husks as I sapped them for all they were worth.

Using this gradually increasing amount of energy, I teleported the Rippers and I away in a flash of green light and fire, burning away a few feet of vegetation and insects.

We arrived into a small cavern underground, the air was stuffy, smelled of mildew and felt just damp.

The Rippers chittered curiously, and I nodded, this place would do for now.

Hopefully there'd be something for us to eat...

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2 Actions are spent to Teleport the Rippers and I underground.

1 Action is converted into CP.

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...You went WHERE!? Ohhhh no.

Sidequest started! You and the Rippers will be featured in sidedops now that you're in what I like to call a 'plot adjacent area.'

CP Charged.

The odd trio reached the battlefield and hid behind a rock just before the EOTB began. They watched the mayhem that occurs.

"My goodness! He's stronger than I could have imagined!"

"Could have? What, you didn't actually imagine how powerful he is before this?"

"No that- I don't have time to argue semantics with you!"

"Oh there you go, using your big words again."

"It's not that big, it's a medium sized-"

"Enough you two. This Godmodder may be powerful, but the dreams show we are meant to be in this fight."

Zaircon pauses in thought.

"I'll help the others who are fighting, you go get the other passengers. Tell them... tell them we're in for a fight."

The two pistachio men agree and sneak off in the direction they came. Zaircon gets ready to pounce.

FOCUS: After a bit, Zaircon jumps out from behind the rock. He charges towards the Godmodder and uses the momentum of the charge to punch. The Godmodder, of course, dodges this. A bit surprised, he follows up with another punch, then a kick. Both are dodged. He tries a bunch of maneuvers, rolling and jumping and uppercutting and many other attacks. Yet, every time, the Godmodder dodges.

So, in a desperate attempt, Zaircon jumps and dives into the Godmodder. A simple dodge is his response. Zaircon hits the ground and slides a bit. Once he stops sliding, however....

The Godmodder is suddenly trapped in an invisible cube that shrinks to molecular size, crushing him! The dust that has been moved from Zaircon's motions lights up just as the Godmodder is crushed. If looked at from above, it seems to form an odd symbol....

ManiacMastR: 3

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Zaircon duels the Godmodder in what looks to be a laughably onesided encounter! However, when he starts getting crushed, the Godmodder teleports out of the cube just in time!

"Almost clever. You're clearly not as incompetent as you seem. Who are you?"

A man wearing a purple cloak coverd in golden lines and curves, and holding a notebook with a picture of a sheep, rabbit, thing on it, along with a goose fether and an ink jar. walks onto the field, he imediately realizes the godmodder IS the godmodder due to, for exampel, the fact that he IS not a moron. He also notices that the FBI aka the Federal Bureau of Investigation (wait what happens to the of in the process of abreviation) are somehow being tricked by a simpel nametag and facepalms at their idiocy.
why am I not suprised then he turns to the godmodder,
hey godmodder there IS something you are forgeting about, a rule in fact
The godmodder IS of course very confused by this, and by the fact that every time the word IS IS used in this post it IS bolded and in all caps. Had he looked through the rules of reality closely enough however he would notice that there IS in fact an important one that he has missed. What IS that rule? Well it IS the folowing, GODMODDER AFTER JOHN SMITH POCKET IS EMPTY. This means that the pockets of the godmodder after John Smith are allways empty, meaning the curent godmodder IS unable to pocket anything,

(This action IS suposed to make the godmodder loose the stuff he pocketed)



Action 2 & 3 the man puts away the notebook and feather in his cloak and takes out a new set, this notebook IS black with a picture of a skull on it and the feather IS from a vulture, he waves his hand and the feather and book begin to levitate, with the feather diping itself in ink and automaticaly writing down the name stats and abilities of every entity that dies.

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"Kid, I don't have pockets. And that is exactly why I don't have them. That and pocket lint - eugh!"

You do successfully create the 'Book of the Fallen!' It'll get its own section in the first post soon enough!

I nod, but sit on the edge of the hot spring instead of going inside of it.
Torix - Thanks, but no thanks. I don't wanna accidentally mess anything up.
Torix - This body is more of just an Arbiter construct I'm using to mess with stuff here. I don't know if you've read The Truth About Arbiters, but...
Torix - Well, long story short, I'm more or less stuck on the Arbiter Plane until that other conflict is done.
A small, orange-rimmed portal opens. On the other side, the other conflict is still running. Anyone who manages to look through sees complete and total chaos as Tricky messes with the field. Players, in return, open up with their own strange attacks to fight back.
Torix - This warp leads to the other Godmodder battle. If you want to go there, option's always open. Just be warned, things work a bit differently there.
Torix - I wish you luck in whatever conflict you decide to pursue.
I walk away and return my attention to the battlefield. The portal remains open, leaving an open warp between the two battlefields.

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The portal remains open, and this text serves as the link justifying that connection.

there IS a reason why my character speaks in exxactly two collors, can you figure it out

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...well okay then?

"Huh." I say looking through the portal and stretching my wings, "I was gonna use my Rinnesharingan to get there, but thanks!"

Things work differently, huh?

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Yup. Not everything is a clean 1 to 1 in Godmodding wars. Different universal rules, for one thing. Sometimes it's differences in style for the Godmodder. Sometimes it's more esoteric and hard to understand. But the goal remains the same - stopping the threat of a powerful, awful being.

The thing ceases it's surprisingly productive not-standing time and reverts to it's standing time. An annoyed twitch comes over it's eye. A snowballing entity? Greeeeat, that thing needs to die last century.

Action One! +1 CP

As one would expect from a nebulously defined creature with the name it has, the Abominable Snowball-ling is absolutely adorable, and seeing as no one's able to correct me, all adorable things love hugs. It's simply a universal fact.

The Waxy-Thing approaches the Snowball-ling, it's immense reality-warping abilities put towards one thing, looking like the most hugable thing in all of reality. And with this he offers an olive branch to the creature of snow, a hug. Of course it accepts, a cold body meeting a sentient pile of snow in a pseudo-warm embrace.

A really warm embrace.

A really really warm embrace.

Wow is it getting hot in here or is it just the fact that everything's on fire?

The thing struggles to maintain it's calm exterior as it pulls off the ultimate ploy known to it's people, the Genovian Hug Of Fiery Betrayal! It pats itself on the back as the Snowball-ling attempts to escape the player power fueled hug, only to be met with further aggressive affection! The wax-thing's flames of passion only growing brighter!

Until it stops, releasing the blackened and betrayed Snowball-ling with a grunt as it checks it's [Watch?]. "Time to get a move on, 'twas fun Snowball-ling, we should do this again next round." Vague...threat? made the thing vanishes to another part of the battlefield.

Action Two and Three! +1 CP

The incoming monsters are going to be an issue if they aren't addressed, hopefully a bit of a buffer will at least allow them to deal with current issues before facing an entirely new wave of them.

This thought in mind, the Wax-Thing moves its hands, allowing a spark of Player Power to encircle the battleground the Players now find themselves on...and from it, a titanic wall begins to rise where the Power touched. Up, up, and up until it became ludicrously tall, breaching even the upper reaches of the atmosphere!

The titanic growth slows upwards, but begins to creep outwards. Growing and acting like a living organism, but neither that nor the material, nor it's thickness is what grants it it's positive;y titanic durability. No, what grants it it's strength is the power of REDUNDANCY! It's very existenc reinforced and improved by the wall this wall sits upon! THE WALL OF THE WALL SHALL STAND FOREVER! THE MONSTROUS FORCES THAT LIE BEYOND SHALL NOT PIERCE IT'S ILLUSTRIOUS STONE!

...also the heavy lacing of Ag-itism in the stonework, the strongest form of patriotism known to the multiverse.


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Actions done, the thing resumes the Not-Standing Thing atop The Wall Of The Wall until further events occur.

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Nice one. 40,000 damage to the Snowball-ling! Its feelings are confused, and it goes to a 'Snow is not for hugging' rehab center! Olaf sympathizes with him greatly and helps him work through the feelings.

Your other actions will be addressed in the EoTB!

I charge 3 CP.

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You do so! Despite it having no visible effect, they're rather efficient for CP! ( There's no unseen effect for more efficiency either, sadly.)

Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back?

A car races down the highway, or what passes for it, on its way towards the Final Wall. On the outside, it looks to be a simple advanced civilian car. A mass produced vehicle that can be found almost anywhere on the planet these days, what with the notable technological advances since the war ten long years ago.

Naturally, the inside is quite different. An entire ton of lightweight yet durable Martian alloys served as the shell, resting on a chassis that is similarly capable. Not built on this earth, or even this plane of existence, it cruises down the road at over ninety miles per hour without a care in the world.

Due to its occupant, it's also blaring obnoxious rap music at full volume, because that's just what's on brand.

Although delayed by distance, it slams right over the barrier and screeches to a halt in the battlefield proper, drifting right into the middle of things.

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

The door slams open on automatic, letting the music blare out for all to here, a defiant statement of intent.

I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

Out steps a man that is familiar but changed. A veteran of the Old War come again.

Titles: Edgelord Supreme, the Sultan of Smug, Twice Betrayer, Thrice Savior.
Handles: ES, EternalStruggle
Name: Richard Person

Cutting off the music with a sharp gesture, he returns his hands to his pockets, and looks over at the Godmodder through his sunglasses. The only unchanged part of his ensemble, as a matter of fact. His blonde hair, once running relatively free, is now closely cropped. His faux-leather jacket has been swapped out for a proper suit one, with the rest of the suit following. His features, previously that of an adventurous young adult, had lined and hardened into that of an experienced yet still relatively young official.

Ten years is a long time.

"TheLastRemnant." He said. It was more of a statement than a question, but there was no doubt as to who he was speaking to. "Hydrogen's cheap, but not that cheap. Why'd you call me here?"

Instead of doing anything else, he simply charged 3 CP.

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The Godmodder turns to him, then to Gnich.

"That we shall discuss somewhere more secure than here."

He raises his hand, and three symbols of power appear beneath them! In a flash, they've vanished!

...THEY'VE VANISHED! Nonononono-

Wait, this is still the main section of the fight... They're still nearby, relatively. The rest of you will have to find them! Well, after you deal with the current problems...

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EoTB (End of Turn Battle):

However, it seems that teleporting himself, Gnich, and Richard away wasn't the only thing he did! The Evolution pit and the CP Bank had also been teleported - underneath the Plasma Gun Factory! Evolution Pit Destroyed! CP Bank Destroyed! Plasma Gun Factory takes 17,500 Damage - thanks in part due to the Bounded field! The CP Teller and the Researchers all survive, though.

The Tofu Shield gets into a strange and epic gaff with the Ninja Tyrannasaurous Rex! With their location revealed, his Dodge is cut in half! Due to its higher HP, the AG entities all gang up on him! 13,750 damage! The Overmind and Skitter try to Mind Control the Snowball-ling and Ninaj Tyrannosaurus Rex, but due to their lack of expertise in Snowball mind control or Dinosaur taming, it doesn't take! Skitter does gain 500 ATK in Insects, though.

Unfortunately, the Abominable Snowball-ling is still kicking! It gets buffer, reaching 30,000 ATK and going after the Tofu Shield, due to its quality as bait! Tofu shield slain! The Ninja Tyrannosaurus Rex also attacks, destroying its nemesis the Warframe! It roars triumphantly!

However, the Armed Guards snap out of it and open fire! The sheer hail of bullets riddle the Dinosaur with 75,000 damage! Despite its dodging skills, it could not keep up and it hits the ground, dead! Due to their Hatred of the Godmodder, but already existing allegiances, they're relabeled as AG Leaning Neutrals!

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Cutscene:

And now is when Spicy Serious's Actions kick in! Rumbling up from the ground is an immense fortification of stone and power. Up, up, up it goes! it reaches all the way up into the part of the Atmosphere where the Satellites drift! This will no doubt catch the world stage's attention!

And indeed the wall begins to thicken, generating HP so fast that it swiftly hits 1,000,000 HP!

However, at that exact moment a brilliant red laser sweeps across your view of the upper part of this Wall! With explosive might, everything above the Cloud layer explodes and is vaporized! As You begin to wonder what is going on, you see what caused the attack:

It's an immense flying fortress. Equal parts steel, cloud, and Greco-Roman Architecture, it floats above the opening in the wall menacingly, with a large, cartoonishly styled cannon mounted underneath with steam still wafting off of its barrel from the last attack. It is adjusted, the mechanical 'whirrs' and gear-like 'clanks' echoing around you. You become painfully aware that all of you, your entities, and the Abominable Snowball-ling are all just as trapped by the wall as you are protected from more incoming PG forces.

Suddenly, a flash reaches out from the flying fortress, forming walls of light along the inside and outside of the Wall! It also places a dome of energy over the top of the fortress and, by extension, the Wall. That's when you hear an automated P.A. message!

"Enemy trapped. Enemy trapped. Teleport interdiction in place. Cover dome in place. Enemy needs to die. Enemy threat to Satellite. enemy threat to AGs. Enemy threat to Neutrals. Enemy support Godmodders! Die die die die die-"

That's whent he P.A. cuts off. That pre-recorded voice was clearly unhinged.

Their intent was equally clear when you see a red light gathering in the barrel of the Cannon! You're all trapped, and when that thing fires...

Well, you're sure that 'everyone dies' is pretty likely. And no one wants to experience what it's like in the Soul Orb - or revisit it, in the case of the Veterans!

You've got 5 turns to either stop the cannon or escape! If it fires, it'll be a total field wipe! The stakes are already high, and it's the first 'challenge'? Good grief!

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Wait, I'm getting something! I've only got audio but...

"So, Richard Person and... Gnich, I presume?" The Godmodder's voice rumbles. "You wished to form an alliance with the Godmodder... now here's your chance. Let's discuss the terms, shall we? Unlike Verraad, I am not interested in betrayal. I'm interested in results. So let's talk what sort of results shall come of this alliance, shall we? Or do you both need some convincing?"

...oh this smells like trouble.

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Entity/NPC List:

[G] The Godmodder: HP - 97/100, 2 Research Points, 1 GCP
-Notoriously hard to damage. Somehow here in spite of the Cycle of Godmodders being broken. Obviously Evil.

[PG] Abominable Snowball-ling: 32,000/150,000 HP, 30,000 ATK, Minor Snowballing: Increase ATK by 2,500 each turn before attacking
-Unlike the Sealed and Unsealed Snowball, this thing can only snowball one stat, no abilities. It still is tough though!

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[AG - BlackJesusTheOne] Holy Spirit: 10,000/10,000 HP, +100 Buff X 5, Ether Gear Progress - 1/5
-The Holy Spirit of BlackJesusthOne specifically.
[AG - BlackJesustheOne] Bank Teller: 10,000/10,000 HP, Manages CP
[AG - BlackJesustheOne] Ether Spring: 20,000/20,000 HP, Gives someone 1 Ether Gear after 5 turns spent in it (Not needed to be consecutive).

[AG- TheGoldenBoy2188] Plasma Cannon Factory: 7,500/25,000 HP, Boosts Plasma Cannon Creation by 3 CP, Plasma Creation by 2 CP, and Cannon Creation by 1 CP when used, Will bodyguard anything inside! (Territory Controlled! 2/3 are PG!), Bounded Field (Regen Shield)
-It has three main rooms and a Nuclear Bunker! The three rooms are dedicated to different branches of research. The Research is Biology, Technology, and Magic.
[AG - TheGoldenBoy2188] Technology Research Group: 5,000/5,000 HP, Produces 1 Unit of Research every turn
[AG - TheGoldenBoy2188] Biology Research Group: 5,000/5,000 HP, Produces 1 Unit of Research every turn
[AG - TheGoldenBoy2188] Magical Research Group: 5,000/5,000 HP, Produces 1 Unit of Research every six turns - Warmup: 3/6 turns, Tempted to defect! Researching Anit-Mind Control Spells.
-Top Researchers in each of their fields!

[AG-Boohoooo!] Yajirobe: 10,000/10,000 HP, 2,500 ATK
-Remember when he was relevant?
[AG - Boohoooo!] Butterfree: 10,000/10,000 HP, 1,250 ATK

[AG - Crusher48] Tenno: 10,000/10,000 HP
-A glass to shape the godly fury and the godly fury to go with it.

[AG - Troglodyte] Zergling Spawners: 5,000/5,000 HP X 3, Summon X 3(1 CP Cannon Fodder Zergling) - Warmup Time: 3/5 turns
-These things make the Zerg Rush happen. I have no idea what they look like.

[AG - RedRover] Overmind: 10,000/10,000 HP, Mass Mind Control (Specialty: Psi Beings)
[AG - RedRover] Skitter: 10,000/10,000 HP, 500 ATK (in bugs), Mass Mind Control (Specialty: Bug Control)

[AG - Eskimobil] Frog of Truth: 15,000/15,000 HP, Can see the truth and detect lies and cheating!

[AG - GoldHero101] EXE Knight: 10,000/10,000 HP, 12,500 ATK

[N - MedievalParadox] Black Market Trading Stall: 10,000/10,000 HP, Stocked with Godmodder items and AG items!, each turn it makes sales to give one side either a valuable item in trade or 1 CP per sale to be distributed among all CP capable entities for that side.

[N - Gnich] Canoptek Scarab: 500/15,000 HP, 2,500 ATK, Gathers 1 Resource per turn (Can't use for itself, is not CP), 2 Resources
-Apparently part machine.

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[AG-Leaning Neutrals] Armed Forces Troops: 10,000/10,000 HP X 20, 5,000 ATK X 20

[? ? ? - ? ? ?] Flying Fortress?: ???/??? HP, Lots ATK (Main Cannon Firing in 5!), Is creating the Teleport interdiction fields and dome!, ???, ???

[N - Spicy Serious] The Wall within the Wall: 1,000,000/1,000,000 HP, probably faster to escape it rather than destroy it at this current stage.

Spoiler: Player Inventories:

Anti-Godmodders:

Boohoooo!: Nothing so far
Crusher48: Nothing so far
TheGoldenBoy2188: Nothing so far
Splashcat: Tofu Shield(1 Action)
MedievalParadox: Door Shield(1 Action), Tommy Keys(3 Actions worth)
DragonofHope (Slightly Injured): Soy Sauce (Extra Effective against Tofu Based Beings, 3 Actions worth)
BlackJesustheOne: Ether Gear Progress - 1
LordDespayeeto: Nothing so far
Bill Nye: Unstoppable Force Gun (1 CP of attack, 2 CP of Unstoppableness)
Troglodyte: Nothing so far
Torix: Magnetic Field Rejector Pistol(2 Actions worth)
GoldHero101: Ultimo Durana(CP Stored: 3)
RedRover: Nothing Yet
yyzsong: Antimedigun(2 CP of Life Drain)
ManiacMastR: Nothing Yet
redoubtableEagle: Nothing yet
Spicy Serious: Nothing yet
Eskimobil: 50% Off Coupon for Soup
Algot: Book of the Fallen

Neutrals:

JOEbobobob: Grey-Teal Statue thing?, Snowballing Runework + 1
(Sidequest!) Jaggerain: Nothing so far
(Sidequest!) Gnich

Pro-Godmodders!?:

(Sidequest!) EternalStruggle: Nothing so far.

 

[GoldHero101]

"Go EXE Knight! Kill the Abominable Monster!"

3 ACTION FOCUS - HYAAA!: I approach the Abominable monster and thrust Ultimo Durana into it's skull. "Aw yeaaaah. Ultimo Durana's still got it!"

 

[Paradoxdragonpaci]

(x2)Aspect Incantation...
Paradoxdragonpaci:9 CP

(x1)As i decant the Void Aspect into its Vial, I shimmer out of existence...before snapping back into it...no I'm gone again...huh, maybe I should lean into this to hide me from that Cannon, worth a shot.

 

[The quiet watcher]

The quiet watcher opens up his coat and pulls up a phone, calling the flying fortress rather rapidly. He had every number, after all. He attempts to get connected with the captain of the fortress, since from the words he'd been saying before the P.A. stopped, it was supposed to be on their side. What he says when the captain picks up?

"Stand by for Godmodder co-ordinates, position unverified, friendlies in the blast zone. Repeat, position unverified, friendlies in the blast zone. Check internal base for outside intervention, repeat, check internals for outside intervention. The bastard teleported before the field came up, need to verify he didn't escape. Scan for Godmodder energies if possible, repeat, scan for Godmodder energies."

He then hangs up the phone and charges up some CP for if when it failed. (+2)

TOTAL CP: 5

 

[redoubtableEagle]

MAG: ...Shit, I can't just kill everything that isn't a Tenno this time.
MAG: ...
MAG: I guess I should... scope out the situation a little more first?
MAG: Is that how not-Tenno do this sort of thing?
MAG: Yeah, let's go with that.

>ACTIONS 1+2+3: As I do nothing of note this turn, I instead

...

I blink, or would if Mag had eyes. I then blink again. Did- did I somehow miss-

What the fuck?

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Elsewhere, a former Italian mob boss dies after trying to escape his fate. Again.

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I shake my head, and decide to look aroHOLYSHITWHATISTHAT

I stare up at the Flying Fortress in awe. The closest things to this that I've even seen are the floating Corpus cities/outposts on Jupiter, but even those didn't have a big-ass cannon straped to it!

...Or maybe they did and I just didn't notice? I was busy throwing Alad V out a window after all. Who knows how many things I missed while doing that.

But I'm getting off topic. Shaking my head, I consider how to reach the Fortress, as none of my weapons or abilities can reach that far.

MAG: ...
MAG: Taxon? Is the Archwing Launcher active?
TAXON: <ARCHWING LAUNCHER, ONLINE>
TAXON: <DEPLOY WHEN READY>
MAG: Excellent.

>ACTION 1: I backflip into the air, but before I can start falling back down, a large yellow jet/wing-pack materializes on my back, my Archwing. Or rather, Vauban's Archwing, given he's the one who keeps it working, but no matter. Point is, this thing lets me go places really quick, and also lets me fly. So I do that, rocketing up to the Flying Fortress at speeds only a Gauss could hope to match.

Suddenly, I recieve communications from my Orbiter.

VAUBAN: Mag, what the hell?
VAUBAN: This is an Assassination mission! How are you using the Archwing?!
MAG: Call it a hunch.
ORDIS: Operator, I must inform you that- the bisected freak- Equinox has finished construction.
MAG: Really?
MAG: Holy shit, how much time did I lose?
VAUBAN: How much time-
VAUBAN: What are you on about, Mag?
MAG: Later. I'm busy.

Before either Ordis or Vauban can interject, I cut the comms and continue on my way.

>ACTIONS 2+3: As I approach the Fortress, I direct my course towards the Main Cannon itself. De-summoning the Archwing, I let my momentum carry me the rest of the way before drawing the Broken Scepter and jamming it into the cannon on impact, keeping myself anchored to the weapon. I then cast Polarize, one of my Warframe's four abilities. Lifting one hand up, I unleash a wave of magnetic energy which travels in a sphere around me, passing through all obstacles by virtue of not being a physical object. As we all know, magnetism wreaks havoc on electronics, which means that the cannon's internal systems are relentlessly disrupted as the wave passes through it. It's simple science, but enough to irreparably fuck over this cannon.

Oh, and even if somehow, this thing isn't made of electronics? Polarize also strips armor, which will leave the cannon (and any other part of the Fortress the wave touches) vulnerable to attack.

 

[Magistrate Troggo]

I call out the Armed Forces Troops, "Stick with us and I'll make sure to bring you with when our sides escapes the death laser!"

Next step, an evolution of my own!

I draw on the lingering Zerg essence from the now dead forces I brought into being and bring them into myself! The effects of this could range from an infestation that could backfire pretty badly, to retaining my selfhood even as my psychical form mutates, or perhaps a more even blend of Zerg and human. Irregardless! My affinity for Zerg affiliated actions and beings should increase greatly!

Actions 1+2+3: Rise Zerg affinity.

 

[WHM Sukamia]

My player powers automatically use an action to blow out the speakers, thus making the headphones a nice pair of noise-canceling Headphones. Thanks Godmodder!

Now that that's out of the way and I'm asleep, time to sit back, relax, and DREAM.

 

[LV.]

"Hmmmm, Sorry I'm late" A scheming and cunning smile rested on Player 1's mouth, truly, he was a rogue.

"I'll convert all my Actions into CP's, I'll save this round. Questions, Am I allowed to directly increase my AP totals for each rounds, like to 4 instead of 3 each round, and could I gift others my AP?"

 

[EternalStruggle]

"So, Richard Person and... Gnich, I presume?" The Godmodder's voice rumbles. "You wished to form an alliance with the Godmodder... now here's your chance. Let's discuss the terms, shall we? Unlike Verraad, I am not interested in betrayal. I'm interested in results. So let's talk what sort of results shall come of this alliance, shall we? Or do you both need some convincing?"

Click to shrink...

"Indeed, let's talk results." Richard is utterly unphased by the sudden teleportation, or so it would seem. "As I recall, the last time I interacted with one of you the multiverse almost got wiped out. As a matter of fact I quite like the multiverse, it's where all my stuff is and my friends are. So you'd better have a damn good explanation for what your plan is, and why it's definitely not going to end in the destruction of all life this time. And for that matter why you're not going to be twisted in that direction by the nature of your powers."

He paused for a moment. "But let it not be said that I'm going soft or boring in my old age, eh? Give a good explanation for both of those and I'll join your team. How does that sound?"

He also charges 3 more CP.