A new godmodder has appeared on the scene in the DefTG Reality. As an affornt to the happy ending of Defeat the Godmodder, he must be stopped. But...
Why and how does he exist?
Why and how does he exist?
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Alastair Dragovich | 18 |
You're doing it right, though not listing stats specifically does give me control over what happens with those actions...
Excuse me, I'd like to set up some contingencies first.
It's always a fact that Godmodders don't take the fight seriously for the first 10 Godmodder HP or so. Let's take advantage of that.
Action 1: I begin scanning to identify the identity of the Godmodder's first boss. Because let's face it, he's going to summon a boss.
Action 2: I create an orb enchanted to create a Zone of Truth, preventing anyone from lying within its radius. I don't activate it yet, though.
Action 3: I create an anti-stealing shield to protect us against having our plot-relevant items stolen by the Godmodder.
Action 1: I cut the Godmodder's feet off, thus de-feeting him.
Action 2 2: I take advantage of the fact that the thread name has "2" in it twice to act twice at once, attacking the Godmodder from both in front and behind so he can't defend!
Action 3:
This sounds familiar, somehow...
- Andrew Hussie, The Homestuck Epilogues: Bridges and Off-Ramps
The Godmodder's presence might be a disturbance in the happy ending. But our presence is proof that, once again, an ending will eventually come. And on that day our eyes will shut, and happy will last ever after. But until then we will ravage away until this conflict, too, has been burned away. I was not here for DefTG. But I have read of DTG and DTG2, and I have played in other games, and I know that the Godmodder exists to be defeated. I look down on the screen on which the Godmodder's HP is displayed. And my gaze is a ravaging beam, like the sun itself has changed from a simple bright disk in the sky to an entire story's worth of inherited conflict contained within a single blast.
Kicking down the doors leading into the final wall I Then use said doors for my next three actions.
1. I aim one of the doors I kicked at the godmodder.
2. I fashion a shield out of a second door to protect myself from harm.
3. I pull out an object duality card and apply it to my house key's hoping to create a tommygun.
I begin to run around like crazy, and then run around the Godmodder.
Free Action: I point out that this shouldn't be possible. We ended the cycle of Godmodding ten years ago. How could the Godmodder return?
Focused Action: I take the Wild BearLions and fuse them together into a horrifying mass of flesh that can't actually do anything. 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. The Godmodder's going to have to go to the bathroom eventually, and when he does, he'll have to take his armor off, making him vulnerable to either the horrifying mass or to us attacking him when he flees the bathroom without having a chance to put the armor on.
What Sponge?I wake up in a pile of black feathers, my wings sore and a splitting headache hitting me.
"Wait, I remember something about a sponge?" I asks, confused before turning to the Godmodder, "Whatever this feeling is, I've had it before. Talk about Deja Vu."
I spawn an entity all too familiar to me.
"Welcome back, old friend." I smile
[AG] Holy Spirit has been summoned!
Turns CP into +100 buffs for any stats!
It flutters onto my shoulder and I stretch.
"I feel weaker than usual. why is that, I wonder?" I ask the Holy Spirit. It cocks it head at me.
I summon a cross shaped talisman and begin infusing it with Holy Energy so as to save it for future turns.
"Why do I feel such a violent urge to get stronger?" I mutter, my breathing taxed for some reason.
+1 CP saved.
OOC: Glad to see you're back, Alastair.
Action 1: I fricassee a Wild BearLion into a delicious meal, then eat it to restore health.
Action 2: I print out the complete text of Defeat the Godmodder in 72 point font, then drop it on the Godmodder. Then I repeat the process for every other DtX game.
Action 3: I charge 1 CP.
CP: 1.
I start by reinforcing the walls of my factory with a combination of adamantium, mithril, and vibranium (X2 focus action)
I extend my factory creating two other separate parts and a basement sized nuclear bunker underneath the factory
Action 1: I cast Counterspell on the Godmodder's spell. A kitchen counter appears and falls on him, breaking his concentration and causing his spell to fail! Or more realistically just be weakened, but still.
Action 2: I summon a Tofu Shield. It's like a meat shield, but vegetarian!
Action 3: I dump water on a Wild BearLion. Its cat half tries to run away, while its bear half doesn't care and tries to stay put. The result is the BearLion splitting in half and dying.
Diving after the Object Duality card I would try to grab it before anyone else notices the powerful (and extremely expensive) artifact out in the open and free for grabs, afterwards I would try and apply the card to my keys again and shoot at the wild BearLion.
I run back up to the Godmodder, and boop him on the eye, stealing some energy for later use.
The thougt of the Sponge is completely dismissed in my head, but a thought still remains.
Personal Quest Unlocked! PATH TO POWER!
I receive a premonition. A path to follow. It tells me to summon two being with powers suited to my vessel.
I take the opportunity to summon Sasuke (Post-So6P) and Obito (4GNW) Uchiha and before either of them is aware of their existence in this plane, I gouge out Obito's Mangekyou Sharingan and Sasuke's Rinnesharingan. With their dojutsu gone, I simply desummon them.
I take some time to insert their eyes in place of my own, and once that's done I summon Daigo to teach me the art of perfect parrying, which once mastered (1/3 turns) would give me an Ultra Instinct -Omen- equivalent.
As Daigo teaches me, I figure out what I'm going to do next.
Over in the distance, a rumbling sound can be heard. The Godmodder looks to see a ship. the ship hovers in the sky like it was waiting for something.
Inside the ship, Kirby hops off the cockpit and goes to Shadrix, who is in the workshop
Sir? We are here. Is Bill Nye Ready?
Almost. Just need to make a few tweaks to the body
This body has been upgraded since the last time it was used. Not only is the armor better, but the core is no longer dependent on Player power. The core is also working at 200% efficiency than a normal 100%.
Maria, Upload Bill Nye's mind into this body as well as all other A.I's
UPLOADING..............................
The body starts to whirr to life. The fingers start forming into a fist. The eyes blink on, Flashing 7 colors before going back to normal.
BILL NYE ONLINE!
Bill Nye stands up and blinks a few times. He looks over at Shadrix with a smile.
Thanks Shadrix. I thought for sure I was dead.
Well you are a robot. You can be backed up. Anyways, we got a new Godmodder to kill. You think you are up for it?
On Bill Nye's hud, a red person flickers in.
We are so ready!
Perfect! Now get in there!
Bill Nye phases right through the ship and starts falling down. He lands on the ground with a huge thud. He looks up at the new Godmodder and smiles.
This is going to be interesting!
Shadrix's Ship flies out of harms way so it can watch over in peace
Action 1-3: I charge 3 CP.
OOC: I hope this wasn't too long of a post
<A1>
"HENLOBADRAD GOD MAN!"
"Am is the wanting know what thy be disliking of am being?"
"is also ask if can friend be?"
"Also am hear u not wants people sleep goodly. why?"
Having said all this, the brown guy who radiates brownness opens their mouth very wide. it's disconcerting, and appears to be some sort of defensive measure?
</A1>
<A2>
a questioning tendril of player power reaches for the updater, offering them a runic structure to gradually supply them more influence and protection. an ounce of prevention...
</A2>
<A3>
"AND AM BEING NEUTRALIZ!"
"Not enemy! Not fight! yaya!"
So saying, they store 1 CP. Somehow, they talked without closing their mouth at any point.
</A3>
"Well that guy is intimidating." I stated, looking at the Godmodder, and that WildBearLion, though that's a very...direct name for such a creature.
Hmm, the whole point of this is to defeat that guy, but do I really want to involve myself in that?
Can I even involve myself?
Wait, do I care? I mean, dude's evil, so it's kind of a moral obligation to at least try to beat him into a red pulp, but I don't think I can even do that right now.
Might be wise to just build up my power for the forseseeable future...
Preferably by having some meatshields between me and the Godmodder.
A lot of meatshields to be honest.
Bio-Energy surged through me with a thought, flesh splitting open along my arms, revealing twitching crimson muscles underneath, green electricity running through them as things started to worm out.
Around two feet in length, with a maggot like body combined with that of an eel and pirahna, dozens,of needle like teeth, glowing green eyes with a purple carapace shell over red flesh.
They squirmed onto the ground, once a few had been created, my tears closed seamlessly, leaving no scars.
They whipped their heads around, hissing softly, before with a command, they began looking for something to consume.
The Swarm had arrived.
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Actions: I create a Tyranid Ripper Swarm, with One Action in Health, One Action in Attack, and One for a Special that let's them gather CP by eating anything.
Picture of aRipper.
BALLL WEEVVVILLLLL! YOU WILL BE AVENGED!!!
1. I summon Yajirobe
2. I mind control Yajirobe into attacking with all his might (200 ATK)
3. I cry over Ball Weevil's corpse.
Focused Action: I build a Warframe and deploy it as an entity.
You create three Zergling Spawners! Once every 5 turns, they'll summon 1 CP worth of Cannon Fodder Zergling!Making something that in turns creates more things? A time-honored strategy that requires book-keeping on the end of the person doing it.
Time to flood the battle field!
Action: Create a Zergling Spawner.
Action: Create a Zergling Spawner.
Action: Create a Zergling Spawner.
[Zergling: A basic unit with the Gimmick: Cannon Fodder]
... Well, an Arbiter's job can... take some secondary necessities. After all, Alastair's taken the same lead, hasn't he? I split my power in two. One half of me takes control of Alchemiquest, but... as for the other?
A copy of me, now the second of the last Arbiters, materializes here, glowing as the ever-familiar Player Power resumes it's hold. It's time to defeat the Godmodder, yet again.
Action 1 - Establish Who You Are.
Torix - Well, well, well. Look what we have here.
Torix - Heck, I thought only one chain could exist at once!
Torix - No point arguing that. If anything, I'd be arguing against myself too by stating "only one may exist."
The Godmodder blinks. Who the heck is this Player here? Existing... in two places at once? Seeming to read his thoughts, he speaks again.
Torix - I'm Torix, the so-called Last Arbiter. Err, one of them?
Torix - Long story short, I'm splitting myself thin here. One hand, I'm viewing the conflict in the Himalayas..
Torix - Otherwise... I'm here. No use debating it, though. Let's get to work.
Actions 2 & 3 - Attack with the Weaponry You've Learnt of.
I quickly pull out a Pocket Alchemiter utilizing a different idea of Player Powers, in a significantly different way. More... fourth-wally, I guess. Picking out a college rejection letter and somehow, a physical representation of magnetism (actually just a neodymium magnet), he throws them in the Alchemiter...
Magnetism && Rejection Letter:
[LVL NULL - NULL Grist] Magnetic Field Rejector:
An pistol that can fire small, short lived cones that completely eliminate the magnetic field within them. It also eliminates bioelectricity.
And gets a small pistol with an image of an magnet embedded in the side. Aiming at the Cyborg Scorpions, their magnetic systems are completely disabled. As the more mechanical sides of them are shut off, they find suddenly almost half of their bodies simply unable to work. The look of confusion becomes frozen on their face, as I fire again, directly at their brains, and the bioelectricity completely shuts off - leaving them completely disabled and unable to fight as their hearts stop completely.
Free Action -
Torix - Alastair, are you there?
Torix - You doing the same thing as me?
You call upon Ultimo Durana! The Sword hums appreciatively in your hands. Since I've read the stuff from the previous war against Joh, I'll not it in your inventory with a CP count next to it.Gold appears... once more. "Ayeeee! Guess we're back at this again."
3 ACTION FOCUS - CALL ULTIMO DURANA: Gold calls Ultimo Durana once more... albeit in a weakened state. It still retains the ability to store charges, though! "Alrrrrighty... new Godmodder."
Blake: "Here we go again!"
Leo: "Well, here it goes..."
Drago: "This should be interesting."
Interesting. Alright. The Higher Max Health won't be as high as it could be, though, due to the normal CP cost for the Resource gathering gimmick.My still body begins to animate itself, my glassy eyed look gaining some life as I begin pushing my power off to some form of venture.
One canoptek scarab appears, very battered and needing repairs, but much more robust (3 actions for a damaged entity with higher max health, 1 action is dedicated for health, another for attack, and another for a stat, where it gathers Resources each turn, that can only be used by other entities)
1. I turn the first room into a technology research center, I turn the second room into a magical research center, and finally I turn the third room into a biology research center.
2. While the labs have been made I don't have any staff, 50x Skilled Engineers, 50x Skilled Wizards, 50x Skilled Physicists, 50x Skilled Grand Sages, 50x Skilled Chemists, 50x Skilled Programmers, 50x Skilled Mathematicians, 50x Skilled Biologists, 50x Skilled Quantum Physicists, 50x Skilled Xenobiologists, 50x Skilled Professors, 50x Witches, 50x Warlocks 50x Scientists. (X2 focus action)
As expected. Through, I admit I have changed a little. Planar travel does that sometimes.
Action 1: I create a time orb. This does the timey thing.
Action 2: I equip a sword and duel the Godmodder in fencing. Then, when the Godmodder tries to lunge at me, I reveal that I have been playing Sekiro: Shadows Die Too Many Times and Stomp the sword with my foot, a Mikiri counter. Then, I use this opportunity to dunk on the Godmodder with a toilet! Also, it goes MUDA MUDA MUDA (Useless = Muda) YOU NERD as Dio comes in and punches the Godmodder for his incorrect and lousy theft of his terms. I also bribed him with a Time Orb. Don't worry, I'm sure I didn't screw up any timelines and I ensured to use an alternate timeline/universe for it and that I totally didn't accidentally crash the plot of Jojo. If for some reason the Godmodder refuses to fight me (fencing literally only uses lunges), I reveal I have been playing Sekiro: Shadows Die Too Many Times and insta-deathblow him for not having a posture because he isn't fighting for some reason. If he realizes my strategy and spams guard/deflect instead Dio Za Warudos him into the ground as he's too focused on me, when he realizes he's playing Sekiro: Shadows Die Too Many Times with me and that the camera angle, game mechanics, and lock-on mode makes it really easy to get backstabbed if you fight every challenge head on and recklessly.
Action 3: +1 CP.
(x3)Another Shard is deployed...now then, let's begin...Charging!! First of all, to start with the Vials...
CP:3
...well this is just random.
Gold pulls out OldGreatsword.EXE...
3 ACTION FOCUS - OLDGREATSWORD.EXE: A random sword made of random bits of code appears in Gold's hand. "Ayeeee, this ain't half bad! Better than most draws..." He tosses it right at the hostile spawner, entering into a Warp Slash into Armature combo, slicing into it with every piece of code. "Y'know, sometimes I like to use stuff OTHER than Ultimo Durana. It's hella fun to use, sure, but I sometimes like to use different stuff."
From off in the distance, I observe the goings on of the battle. I turn to my partner, Victor.
"Looks like things are already popping off. You ready for this?"
Victor readies his rifle. "You don't even have to ask."
I nod. "Right, then. Let's kick it and be legends."
Victor and I launch ourselves into the air, brandishing our weapons.
Action 1:
I corkscrew through the air, sighting in on the godmodder. With one hand, I take aim with a silver plated hand cannon - the Right Hand of Fate. With my other hand, I aim with a gold plated pistol - the Left Hand of Fate. I double tap him in the face as I backflip through the air, sticking the landing flawlessly... if flawlessly means stumbling and almost falling. I'd still give it a 6/10.
Action 2:
Victor dives in right behind me, tossing a flashbang at the godmodder in an attempt to disrupt his mind control capabilities. Victor follows up by clubbing him over the head with his rifle.
Action 3:
I store 1 CP.
"Good to be back in the fight," I say. "Nice to see some familiar faces around here. Looks like I didn't miss too much either... nice change of pace from the last war."
CP: 1
OOC: Victor's not meant to be an entity. I'm mostly using him for flavor text and roleplaying purposes.
(x2) The Wind howls as a hurricane takes form, as I decant the Aspect of Breath into Vial form, it blows over the Mind Controlled Entities, blowing Freedom into their body and their spirit, weakening he chains of Mind Control laid into them as the Wind screams freedom into their ears. The chains hold, but their Metaphorical Links are worn as they shake and bend before the might of Breath, that Aspect of Freedom and Individuality.
(x1)Charging Up as I create the Vial of Breath...+1 CP
CP:4
CRAP! YAJIROBE HAS TURNED AGAINST ME!
1. I summon a Twerkey (Attack 200)
2. I summon a Butterfree (Pokémon) - Bulbapedia, the community-driven Pokémon encyclopedia (Attack 500)
3. I send the duo to Attack!
A dimensional portal opens up exactly where the New Godmodder was standing, splitting him down the vertical axis as the quiet watcher steps out, one hand holding the last glass of the mysterious booze he'd filled it up with before while another held a simple detonator button. He glanced around, noting how old some of the others he'd been helping out last time were now, and sighed as he tossed his drink over his shoulder, directly into the Godmodder's armor, the liquid steaming on contact with his armor as it tried to eat its way through it.
"Great, which idiot tried to fuck with time and my work?" he asked as he walked away from his arrival point, turning to see what he missed and noticing the Godmodder's presence where his portal was. "Damnit, why the hell does that happen so often? Makes me worried about this," he stated as he glanced at the detonator in his hand, before pressing it with some trepidation.
A random hill in the background exploded in a fractaling manner, before everything in the blast range seemingly vanished. The quiet watcher sighs and tosses the detonator off to the side and rubs his head for a moment, very annoyed with how inaccurate that had been as he starts charging CP.
Action 1: I summon a Tenno Operator to control the Warframe, and point out that if it's being remotely piloted by an AG, it can't be a PG.
Action 2: I install a Redirection Mod on the Warframe, giving it a shield that regenerates back to full if it doesn't take damage for a turn.
Action 3: I mind-control one of the mind-controlled entities (prioritizing my Warframe if my sound logic somehow doesn't work), converting it back to AG and also making it my entity.
I see Lord Despayeeto and feel an emotion that I think is supposed to be rage, but appears as a minor annoyance.
I summon A Wild, Yet Curious Being and send it to... do whatever it does at him.
After that I use my Player Power to give myself Obito's Mangekyou Sharingan and Sasuke's Rinnesharingan, slightly remorseful over their deaths.
Then I set up a CP Bank, where players can store their CP and it'll add +1 from the void every 3 turns with me receiving 1 CP every time someone takes theirs out.
After that I use 1 CP to make a Bank Teller NPC so I don't have to man the bank myself.
Current CP: 3
Action 1: I use the power of "Stolen Idea Syndrome" to instantly create a plan and execute it. Its a trap card, when activated by an idea that was used in the sequel, activates and allows any player to create a large, sweeping, plan to instantly try to destroy the ripoff of a much superior Godmodder. Yes. I just said that.
Mainly, the fact that the Charmzard did the exact same thing, spell damage (will saves) and all.
But, it begins.
Namely, first thing, I summon a christian minecraft server to judge your work. They notice "the Asshole" by the Godmodder's name and the fact the Holy Spirit is PG. A gigantic holy crusade consisting of a bunch of minecraft players armed with the finest technology 30k Admechanium ever made marched and banged outside the Arbiter's house demanding reworks.
Action 2 + 1 CP: I summon the Overmind, loyal to me only, and invested in HP with no Attack. The Zerg are now loyal to AG due to being base Zerg and not Primal Zerg as long as the Overmind is alive. In addition, the Tyranid groups start to bow to AG with the same Psi power.
Action 3 + 1 CP: I summon Skitter. Skitter controls all bugs in a mile. Tyranids, Bugs. Zerg, Bugs. Canoptek Scarab, Bug. Cooperation with the Overmind occurs to make them AG.
Free Action: The Godmodder realizes he never actually talked about how he blocked the instant deathblow attack, and instead said some nonsense about Posture and summoning stances in a fencing fight and proceeds to facepalm. It doesn't matter if you have Posture if you are AFK and/or summoning and don't actually explain how you blocked the instant deathblow attack. In Sekiro: Shadows Die Too Many Times instant deathblows come from assassination attempts when the enemy isn't paying attention to you or fighting. Secondly, I also not-bribed Dio by giving him motive to attack you outside of the bribe, the Muda Muda Muda ripoff except it was in english (useless useless useless), as we can see you are quite good at ripping off of superior fighters. Secondly, the Godmodder was actually dismissive of my efforts and was busy typing "casual" to react. Does this sound like a person who is in all times engaged in combat? Especially in a game without chat?
The Tofu Shield will point out that it was supposed to be an entity, and therefore must have escaped the mind control by hiding in my inventory! It adds itself to the battlefield and prepares to intercept PG attacks.
Action 1: I point out how factories are inanimate buildings and as such have no minds, breaking the mind control on the Focus Factory!
Action 2: I feed the Zergling Spawners a delicious milkshake. The milk comes from Minecraft cows, granting it the power to remove the Mind Control status!
Action 3: I summon a door, hide a door-to-door proselytizer behind it, and hide the AGs behind the proselytizer. The next PG entity to attack will have to go through the door, at which point the proselytizer will convert them back to the AG side!
<A1>
"AM VERY SURE OF Sleedp sTOPIUNG!"
"Know man was try make AL DA SPLEp of many who death SUCH GOODLY, and man not work because CHALK!"
"Am know you are the likings chalk! too much the likings chalk! No coincidence! Coincidence impossible! Never COINDINCIENICNEINIENINEIECE!"
The Guys mouth gets wider. and wider. It's about as big as their body by now.
</A1>
<A2>
Warframes are the needing Teno.
Teno control the warframes that are the needings of them.
I make Teno which sits inside ground. It will control Warframe even if Godmodderi s Warframe control. Warframe now us.
Then Teno is explode because there is already Teno. in crater, is runework. Runework cannot AG. cannot PG. cannot N. is runework. Will do secret thing, but only if secret stuff. Runework will become bigger while wait.
</A2>
<A3>
Idea is yes! what if thing? And yes! big rock! much! Quite!
<Tln> +1 CP. </Tln>
</A3>
<inv> Brown Man. 3 CP. Mouth II. </inv>
Oh dear, Our allies being mind controlled?
NOT ON MY CHRISTIAN GAME!
Shadrix? Can you send us something that can help make sure that our entities can't be mind controlled?
On it!
Actions 1-3: Shadrix sends blueprints of a machine that links to mind-controlled Entities and makes them turn to our side and to create a field that makes mind-control null to the Godmodder. Me and the other A.I's start constructing the machine. It looks a bit like a satellite dish that is attached to a remote. After construction, I press the button and hopes that it works.
well well well, looks like there's a fight goin' on here.
With action one I summon a medigun and start offering healing to anyone who needs it.
With action two I summon and antimedgun and point it at the godmodder, sapping health.
With action three I summon a necromancer to fight for me, reanimating those I am either too lazy to or dont want to save.
Upon seeing that our allies can be mind controlled I decide to make something that cannot be mind controlled, mainly a trading stall, focusing my actions and using the remains in the door reflected back at me I set up a neutral stall so that outside entities can support us Anti-Godmodders...and maybe the PG people too, but I highly doubt that anyone outside of this place would side with the damned Godmodder.
Action 1: Wage a psychic battle to enforce my will upon the Mind-Controlled Zergling Spawners
Action 2: Draw on the Will of the Overmind to reassert control upon my lost Brood.
Action 3: Evolve (Enhance) the Zergling Spawners
I frown as my Rippers are torn away from my mind, forced to do another's bidding while I can only barely feel their minds, trapped within themselves, blind to me, trying to find their creator while slaved to so many malign wills.
False ones, deceivers and thieves! All of them! My body shook with rage, skin tearing open with wet "pops!" as blood and green ichor oozed out, muscles coiling and throbbing in pain and anger.
ENOUGH.
I seized one of my remaining Rippers, bit I did so with care, it hissed softly as it knew what must be done.
I plunged a finger through its back, punching holes through its carapace, and entering the soft spongy flesh underneath. Hot, stinking blood ran out of its body, it squirmed in oain, chittering as my finger searched for its nervous system.
The closer I got, the more it screeched and squirmed, both in pain, and as a means to alert me. When I found it, I pressed the tip of my finger agains it, and my flesh along it split open, before tendrils of my own nerves slid out like worms.
They connected to the Ripper with a "Snickt!", "Squelch!", and a "Scrreeeec!" Though that last one came from the Ripper itself.
Suddenly I was aware of the Ripper's thoughts, and...the thoughts of the others. I established a deeper between it, it's brother, and the rest of them.
With our minds linked,,u cast my mind towards all of the Ripper's, forcing my way through these weak shackles forced over them by the False Ones, my assault aided by my remaining Free Rippers.
I smashed these false chains, melding my minds with my Swarm, guiding them back to me, stripping away the shutters that blinded them from me.
I cast my mind towards these pretenders, and smirked as I enforced my will over my blossoming Swarm, strengthening the connections, the synaptic Network, the bond between us, alllowing no other to ever steal my Rippers, or any other of my Swarm now, or in the future.
This will not happen again. Never.
I retracted my finger from the Ripper, pulling it out with a audble "Pop!", nerves sliding back into my body, causing me to shiver.
As its wounds closed, I set it down, sendin with its brethren to begin consuming the remains of the WildBearLion, as I heard them begin to tear the flesh off, I turned towards all the other people in the distance.
Watching, knowing that I couldn't trust these thieves.
I may be on my own.
I felt the Swarm brush against my mind, and I was reminded that I am not alone.
_______
2 Actions are spent to recover all my Rippers from Mind Control.
1 Action is Spent to Protect my Swarm from Future Mind Control by establishing a Hive-Mind between us.
I am now Neutral because everyone is a thieving magpie apparently.
A small ship emerges from the clouds above and makes its way downwards. Those who have played Warframe may recognize it as a Liset, the stealthy landing-craft of choice for the Tenno. The ship slows, then hovers about 30 meters above the ground. As it does, a cylindrical structure on the bottom slides open, revealing a green Warframe and a small yellow robot ready to drop.
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I quickly detach myself from the Liset and dive down to the planet below, landing with grace and ease practiced through hundreds of missions. Taxon follows me down, floating above my head as he always does. The hatch on the Liset closes, and the vessel flies off to return to my Orbiter. As I stand up, I receive a message, the sender's visage appearing on the left side of my field of vision.
LOTUS: Tenno, your mission is to find this so-called "Godmodder" and put an end to him.
LOTUS: This will not be easy. Godmodders are dangerous opponents. You will need help from the "Anti-Godmodders" to defeat him.
LOTUS: Good hunting, Tenno.
Her face disappears as quickly as it came, but in its place another "face" appears, if you can call it a face. Cephalons don't tend to present themselves as anything more than shapes, after all.
ORDIS: Operator, this seems- Mindnumbingly stupid- unwise.
ORDIS: We know nothing about this "Godmodder" or even about this planet!
ORDIS: Who knows what kind of- Nightmarish freaks- terrors could reside here?!
I sigh, or at least my Warframe makes a motion indicating a sigh. It has no mouth, you see.
MAG: Ordis, it's fine.
MAG: Whatever this guy is, he can't be any worse than the Sentients.
MAG: We can handle him, don't worry.
TAXON: >OPERATOR<
TAXON: >SYSTEM CHECKS COMPLETE<
TAXON: >ZENITH ASSAULT RIFLE, ONLINE<
TAXON: >GAMMACOR LASER, ONLINE<
TAXON: >BROKEN SCEPTER, ONLINE<
ORDIS: You imbecilic cross- Taxon, why would a stick need to be online?
TAXON: >CEPHALON ORDIS<
TAXON: >YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO CAREFUL THESE DAYS<
MAG: Enough, you two!
MAG: Let's just get a move-on and see what this Godmodder guy is all about.
MAG: And Ordis?
MAG: Keep the others from getting too antsy, maybe take them on a trip around the world or something if they get bored.
MAG: Also, let me know when Equinox is finished.
ORDIS: Absolutely, Operator. Stay safe.
With that, the line closes, and I can get to work.
>FOCUS: Readying my Zenith rifle, I scope out the situation.
MAG: By the Lotus, what is happening here?
Of note is the Warframe lying limp on the ground (Another Tenno?), the fat man with a sword fighting a dinosaur and a duck, and...
Oh what the hell, just pick a target and go. I take aim at what my HUD tells me is called a "Holy Spirit" and open fire, unleashing the entirety of the gun's 90-round clip into the... thing.
In the distance, a flash of light appears in the distance. A couple people notice it and glance in preparation. What could have caused it? Is it Godmodder related? Is it an ally? Is it something much more powerful?
...Well whatever it was, it doesn't seem to be anything of note, since nothing appears to be approaching the field. So, after a minute, the two players who noticed it shrug it off and get back to work. None of them notice the very tiny cube that zooms past them and lands about 500 meters away.
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The cube lands on the ground. Well... landing is a light term that is very inaccurate. A more accurate sentence would be "the cube crashes into the ground, bounces about five times, and skids for another 50 meters."
There. Now the picture has been revealed.
After a minute, the cube shakes, and then a beam of light pokes out of it. Where the light touches the ground, two tiny figures appear, then immediately grow to a more realistic size. (i.e. they are now as tall as other players.)
One figure is taller than the other. He is a pale old gentleman wearing an olive green suit, and a small matching green top hat with goggles on it. He has grey hear, square glasses, and a curled mustache. He looks like someone you'd find in the 1870's, or maybe Bioshock Infinite.
The other figure is shorter, but not too short. He has a darker complexion, and is wearing a red and yellow tracksuit with orange tinted sunglasses. He is clean shaven, and has curly brown hair. He looks like someone you'd find in the 1970's.
Clearly, there was some miscommunication on which era of clothing they would wear.
"Well isn't this just great!" the steampunk man says with a scowl, "Thanks to you, Dakota, we are stuck scouting a place where a Godmodder may be! Why did you have to touch the controls?"
"Hey, you should thank me Cavendish," the other man, Dakota, said, "if it weren't for me, we'd have landed in the middle of the battle! We would've all been killed!"
"Yes, but you damaged dangerous equipment."
"Equipment can be fixed! We have, like, fifty engineers on board, one of them could've fixed it."
"Will you two be quiet!"
The two figures turn to glance at the third figure, who had just left the ship. He is massive, almost ten feet tall, and covered in a black cloak, only revealing his hands and head. His hands are grey, in fact they look to be made of metal, with five sharp claws. His head is also of the same material, and looks exactly like the common western depiction of a dragon's head.
"C-captain Zaircon! Wh-why are you-"
"You two will probably draw too much attention to yourselves without supervision. This would lead to your demise, and you know our motto: No One Left Behind. So, consider this a veto over your punishment."
Dakota grins. "Aww, that's sweet of you!"
"This is a one time deal. Got it?"
The two nod. Zaircon smiles and glances around. "This looks like the place from our dreams. That means the Godmodder is close. Stay low, and follow my lead."
Before they move, however....
FOCUS: Zaircon decides to try out their player power by charging 3 CP.
Then, the three head off to scout, sticking to cover.
A new humanoid now stands among the battlefield. No prompt, no flash, merely absent one moment there the next. The humanoid is a scraggly thing, who looks more like if one were to melt one of those wedding toppers and then have it re sculpted. Properly put together but...off.
It first looks to itself as if confirming it's own existence, before taking stock of the battlefield, a grimace crossing it's face. [L-Orange]"Another Godmodder and an entirely different battlefield? I suppose this at least means the original goal was likely a success." The thing straightens out it's [glove?], experimentally allowing a crackle of player power to run through it. "At least the rules don't seem to be changed terribly much."
A worn leather book is produced from nowhere, if anyone were to be close enough they'd have seen the title "Event Summery For Dummy's" scrawled across it in an ancient runic language. It leafs through the book quickly, before slamming it shut with a sigh. "Mind control shenanigans, well, at least I wasn't there to deal with it the first time." With that it begins drawing up it's player power, preparing once more to ACT-holy drunken spirits, a AG's shooting at a flipped entity!
Action One!
Using the power of these actions technically having no effect until they have an effect when the updot happens, thus giving the Players theoretically infinite time to respond to each-other's actions, the thing now present on the battlefield easily spots MAG's attack against the Holy Spirit before they can connect. A spark of power throwing up a wall of wormholes in front of the currently flipped entity, not blocking the Focus'd attack, but redirecting it to another time entirely. Because that's clearly how wormholes work. Clearly.
When? Well supposedly there'll be some beasts likely of the unfriendly sort heading their way, so it'd be best to lay a trap or two for those. And a Focus'd attack should make for a mighty fine trap.
From it's nebulous position on the battlefield the odd-looking "newcomer" raises it's voice to the green-armored ally. "My dear Tenno, I realize you're new around these parts but be careful of who you shoot, mind control is annoying but that doesn't mean you need to take the Old Yeller approach. I'm not so callous as to waste you're ammo, so the incoming enemy will meet quite the surprise...hopefully."
With pleasantries out of the way, it turns it's attention to the Holy Spirit. Time to put it's money where it's mouth is.
Action Two!
Power sparks between the thing's hands for a moment, a array of glowing runes appearing in a saturated orange light, the runes quickly weaving together like a crown of flowers. A simple array, but an effective one.
It tosses the runes like a hard-light Frisbee in the general direction of the Holy Spirit's head, smacking it in the face with a light 'pap' before it flips onto the top of it's head. A halo of anti-mind control runes for a Holy Spirit. The waxy-thing is totally not laughing itself to death on the inside over it's amazing wit.
Action Three!
It flops onto the ground, it doesn't have much more to do. So it stops doing the standing thing and starts doing the charging thing.
One CP Charged
...... I am fully awake now, and kind of ticked off at how the blue bastard even thinks he can take my stuff. Well too bad for him, that thing was low health anyways, just for this exact moment.
I take matters into my own hands, walk towards the damaged Canoptek scarab, that's already sparking around as I walk near it. It's internal targeting system scans me, as it flits between classifying me as ally or enemy. Soon, smoke begins to emit out of certain exhaust ports as the system begins to blue screen. I casually walk up to the thing and open a panel on its side, and lo and behold, there's it's core. The core somehow accomodating a USB that has writing on the side. "GODMODDER HACKING USB, GUARANTEED TO HIJACK ANY AND ALL TYPES OF MECHANICAL ENTITIES" ..... I was not amused. I slowly took out the thing, but it seems there was a leftover virus as the thing is still bluescreening.
Just for a moment, the scarab begins to shudder and starts initiating combat procedures.... whereas I calmly open a small panel on a core, and tap a button labeled "SHUT DOWN". The thing powers down and it collapses onto the ground. I wait a few minutes, and close all the panels I opened. I open a small compartment on its snout, and press the button inside, and it starts up again. This time, it doesn't label me as an enemy now, for the virus was purged as I rebooted the system. I nod, satisfied at how simple it was to turn it back to my side, and glare at the fat blue godmodder. (2 actions)
I reserve one 1
I spread my mana around the facility though the spell is large it must spread the Godmodder's magic thin controlling all these being's at the same time so I shock all my research groups by forcing mana into their brains and disabling the spell.
After that I tell my magic research group to start putting magical defenses around the place and a Bounded Field around the factory.
I save 1 CP.
I charge 3 CP while looking at the Godmodder's tinder profile. See what his interests are, his likes, his dislikes, his annual income. You know, the normal.
*snip*
Action 1 -
I take a moment to fire the Magnetic Field Rejector's cone around the Godmodder, momentarily stunning him as the bioelectricity keeping his vital systems begins to shut down. However, the Godmodder resists the field and is only stunned for a second as the magnetic field around him is dispelled, requiring a significant amount of my power. Realizing that this won't work for long, I fire the Rejector's fields at him on repeat using a Mage Hand to prevent the Godmodder from interfering with these next two actions.
Actions 2 & 3 -
Secondly, a large lake nearby finds itself being lifted up into the air, defying all laws of gravity and foring what could probably be classified as an incredibly dense cloud. Moving it over to the battlefield, I drop the large amount of water above our former allies, freeing them from their hypnosis as the frigid water wakes them up from the trance-like state they were in. Shaking off their hypnosis, they return to their former allies as they realize that the Godmodder is a terrible person to be serving under!
Assets -
Charge Points - 1
Items -
- Magnetic Field Rejector
(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
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
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!?)
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)
<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.
</A1>
<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.
</inv>
[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.
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,
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.
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.
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.
"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."
OOC: TLDR - the Filthy Neutral is back.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?"
Too confused to truly take any action, all that happens is charging. (x3)
....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.
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
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
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!
"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.
Ah, another one. Very well, this could be fun.
I charge x3
Current Charge: 3
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
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]
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."
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.
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
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.
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.
there IS a reason why my character speaks in exxactly two collors, can you figure it out
"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?
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.
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.
"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.
..... I did not expect that to gain any attention, so I will reply "I consider myself a simple person and what I will ask of you is just dependent on the task you are giving me. I will try to ensure it is reasonable and within your not so inconsiderable power to give me, just inform me of what you will ask of me, I will try to accomplish it next turn, whether it is acting as a distraction, or guarding something. "
( basically work for the godmodder, just that each mission's difficulty results in favors i can cash in from the godmodder. Goodwill can be gained the more I work with the godmodder to truly ally myself to his cause)
I continue charging energy ( charge 3 cp)
inventory: 4CP
It is done, but the injuries worsen to Moderately injured in in the process! As it turns out, blowing out the speakers is slightly explosive in the worst way.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.
I surveyed the small underground pocket I teleported into with my Rippers still clinging to my body, little claws digging in my skin, stinging with pain.
I knew they didn't mean anything by it though, their young and simple minds brushing against mine with alologies.
Shushing them, I looked at the fauna, and flora.
Nothing but mushrooms, bugs and the occasional root.
A fairly bare pantry we have.
Hmm, there might be something, there's holes all around us, leading off in every direction.
Grunting, I created another swarm of Rippers, skin opening up once again as muscles were pushed out, before plopping onto the ground, bouncing off of it before settling.
And wiggling.
Of course, these detached muscles were in fact Rippers, encapsulated in muscle tissue, tearing their way out with their claws and teeth, eating the cocoons they were borne in.
As soon as they were finished, they grouped together, my other Ripper Swarm detached from my body, inspecting their new brethren whose new minds were already linking up to mine, and their's.
The Swarm, though slowly, is expanding.
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I create a Ripper Swarm.
"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!"
(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 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 forifwhen it failed. (+2)
TOTAL CP: 5
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.
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.
"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?"
"So, the FBI, huh?" I say, rising from the hot springs and clothing myself.
I'm talking to my father.
"No, I don't think either of us will be listening." I say as I begin to walk towards the portal to the other war, making myself intangible in case hey decide to fire.
"Well then, let's find you, Alastair." I say as I enter the portal.
<A1> After many thing happen, Man Nose is flare in confusion. Inhale yes. big inhale. big exhale! Nostril very bigger. and bigger. Nostrils now mouth-size. Big Nostrils.
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<A2> Hand go on Statue! Use nostrils, sniff statue. Hm! Statue mouth too big! just little to big. Mouth where nose shouldsest beiffying! Am use hand to add more thing to statue! then arm carve thing. Statue now having the bigg-noeses! Statue now 3 porf statue! and more goodness statue!
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Runework([this.turnIndex()-4] turns of white circle fall). 3CP statue. 2 CP. 1U NOESESE-Waikt! if am be the end inventrory divididition isn't mean all action over? only didsest two actio- </Inv>
[1x] The 'Statue', now clearly not a statue, ambles over to a nearby portion of their Alcove, and a pile of mechanical scrap. Smiling grimly, the statues left arm starts dripping, a goo the same color as the light that reactivated it- though it might just look that way due to the limited illumination of this area. The goop piles over the pile of scrap, and starts pulling itself all over it. Parts of the machine get left in place, while others get dragged around, or reformed entirely. Two sections in particular are entirely untouched, though: a small translucent orb which shines a dim purple that doesn't quite illuminate anything, and what looks rather like a computers hard drive from some alien tradition.
The thing would scream if it had a mouth/bothered, a Challenge, a neutral prodding a sidequest into existing, and neutrals negotiating with the Godmodder. Instead, a mere weak squeak of frustration leaves it's teeth. Snowball first before laser, five turns before laser...probably safe from it for those fives turns, less safe from Snowball-ling.
Course for efficient use of actions decided, the thing shifts itself towards the Snowball-ling.
Action one and two!
The Snowball-ling went about its day, yes the laser was concerning, but it was ultimately PG and cared for it's own mortality as much as a fly would. This ready acceptance of it's own mortality however, has not prepared it for the most terrifying thing in all of reality. Emotional trauma.
Suddenly, around it's vaguely blackened and battered snowy adorable form, it felt something warm...
The Snowball-ling's nerves heightened, alarm beginning to creep into it's mind. But surely it wouldn't happen twice, a Player wouldn't just reuse an attack like that right?
It felt arms wrap around it.
Nononononononononono- it's panic cuts off as it whips around...no one there. All in it's head, it breathes a sigh of relief mixed with laughter.
But the grip tightens.
The Snowball-ling feels a nervous twitch come over it.
It warms.
Finally the Snowball-ling's panic takes over it's mind. Nothing there but it hugs, nothing there but it hugs but it hugs but it hugs but it hugs but it hugs nothing there but it hugs nothing there but it hugs.
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A few steps away the Waxy Thing watches the Snowball-ling curl up into a huddled form with no small amount of surprise. It hadn't even done anything, but he supposes that's what happens when you get slapped in the face with a ton of life-threatening pressure after barely a day of rehab. Hopefully the emotional trauma will cause a bit of damage and distract it for a time.
Action Three!
Numerically efficient thing done, the Waxy Thing, takes to a more personal matter....wait, why is it wearing a suit of armor instead of it's nebulously defined outfit? Where'd it get that sword, it didn't use Power to produce it-iiiiit's flying straight at the flying fortresses's main canon shouting bloody murder.
It's placed itself directly in the path of the laser should it to fire. "Attention knave! it's voice magically projects, passion for the first time etched into it's words. "Ye have had the gall to bismirch the honor of this, nay, every wall! And it is on these grounds that I, creator and champion of walls both this and that, doth challenge ye laser to a duel in their name! Face me if thine dost not lack-eth a spine!" Speech made, the thing callously tosses aside a gauntlet before assuming some kind of fighting stance. Prepared to meet the laser once it leaves the canon, clearly to duel him and not to annihilate the field bellow. After all, lasers are the most honorable of projectiles when it comes to duels over the honor of walls. Specifically.
"We need to stop that cannon!"
Action 1:
I grab Victor by the wrist and launch myself into the air, toward the cannon. When we reach it, I tell Victor to start searching for weaknesses while I take care of the dome shield. I synthesize a pair of EMP disruptors and attach them to the shield itself. Instead of simply activating them, I load my pistols with electrified ammo and shoot the disruptors, triggering an electromagnetic chain reaction that courses through the entire shield.
Action 2:
Meanwhile, Victor locates a panel on the cannon that's held in place with a few simple screws. Not bothering to unscrew them, he simply shoots them off and kicks the panel aside. Underneath is a set of brightly colored cables and important circuitry. I use my player powers to create something for him: a small rotating drone covered in razor sharp blades. Like a Beyblade, but edgier. He activates the drone and drops it into the cables and circuitry, letting it play havoc with the cannon's systems.
Action 3:
I store 1 CP.
CP: 3
"Alright so if anyone still wants to join the Godmodder just know that you're trapped here with us and that thing" I point to the Flying Fortress "Will blow us all to hell! So you can help us and live or I will kick you out this place myself and you'll have to find some other way to survive, got it!?" I don't even listen for a response from my scientists and wizards as I fix my tuxedo, wipe the sweat off my hair and go to my office and to my computer typing up a new plan to survive this challenge.
First I create a few more Groups, Technology Research Group 2, Biology Research Group 2, Magical Research Group 2, and finally Builders Group and Builders Group 2 as the name suggests the Builders are meant to repair, modify, and/or fortify the labs and factory.
Secondly, in order to accommodate my new researchers, I extend the labs and factory making it bigger and putting even more equipment into them. I also make two new rooms, The Testing Labs, a lab for the Biology Research Groups where they can make and test creatures, mutants, injections all that kind of stuff. Then I make the Magic Testing Grounds, a place where Wizards can focus on making or trying out new spells or potions or all other kinds of stuff.
Third, I finish making the blueprints of the plans or more accurately three plans. I print out the sheets and go to the PA System "All Research Groups and Builders please head to the Common Room, I repeat stop whatever you're doing and go to the Common Room this is mandatory and Very important." I stress the word very, and I leave the room and head to the Common Room as I walk through the entrance I see some people have already come shuffling slowly with glum expressions as they filed into the room. I stare at one of them causing her to lower her face in guilt 'are they still not over being mind-controlled?' I think though I guess it would make sense with the ramifications of being mind-controlled and then learning that you nearly killed your boss it would take longer than a single turn to get over it. It didn't matter, I just needed them to work as hard as possible in order to survive. Once everyone was in the room I walk forward my researcher's part as I walk to the front of the room. With my back to my audience, I took a deep breath, tried to wipe the sweat off my brow, and fix my hair and tuxedo and then I turn around with a stern expression "I know this day has been tough for you all, you've been mind-controlled by a tyrannical being and now there's a flying fortress outside ready to fire a laser cannon" I address "Right now we're in a precarious position, if we all want to live we must work together, I know it's cliche but if we don't that thing will blow us all up, so if you all value your own lives you'll work as hard as possible. Thankfully for you guys, I have made a few plans that might work, but they're big and complicated so there might be the very real possibility that we don't finish before the cannon fires. SO IF YOU WANT TO LIVE TOO SEE ANOTHER SUNRISE, MAKE NEW MAGIC, CREATE NEW TECH, OR PRODUCE MUTANTS I EXPECT YOU TO GIVE THESE PLANS YOUR ALL AND THEN MORE, WE ARE THE EREVNITIKA ERGASTIRIA AND WE WILL OVERCOME THIS AND FUTURE CHALLENGES!!!" I yell the last line out, pure, raw emotion lining my voice I also yell the name of our new faction which can be abbreviated to EE it means research labs in Greek. My audience burst out into screams of excitement, dancing, congratulations. They were all pumped up and ready to work. Quickly I split the mob into four groups bringing in tables, food, and refreshments turning the common room into a hastily made conference room. Going over to the technology research groups I take out the first blueprint, it was a massive weapon of war.
The Nuclear Fusion Reactor Supernova Supercannon. It was as long as a building and as wide as a highway, the height was about that of two buses stacked on top of each other. It used Nuclear Fusion to generate energy equal to that of a supernova from a neutron star and focuses it into a beam of plasma capable of blowing up nearly anything. Due to the amount of energy is being produced normal metals can't contain the energy so to make the Supercannon we'll be using Vibranium, Adamantium, Mithril, Transformium, and Dwarf Star Alloy. This weapon will be used to try and destroy the fortress in the sky. In order to make things go smoother, I appoint ahead to the operation, Dr. John Urbanowizc a man who before he became a scientist he was a sergeant I have no doubt he'll rein in the research team.
Going over to the Biology Research Groups I take out a design for a new bioweapon, The Flesh That Never Starves. It starts as a single-celled organism, once brought to life it will start to consume everything around it, the air, the ground even light and energy. Using this energy it will start to divide and grow immediately if the biology group creates it to my specifications it should grow 100 meters every .0001 seconds. It will be very handy for taking down the wall. Just like the tech group, I assign a leader Dr. Michelle Alcine before working for me she was one of the heads and leading scientists in the Human Genome Project I know she'll be able to get this ready in time. Before I leave I take one of there 'Perfect' Chocolate Chip Cookies they put on the table. The cookies were designed to supposedly have the perfect taste, texture, and crunchiness. Taking one from the plate I see it soft and warm as if it straight out of the oven, I take a bite out of it and it feels as if being in heaven. The cookie was soft, inside gooey chocolate splattered across my teeth, it had the perfect amount of sweet and bitterness the cocoa flavor running across my tongue. It feels as if a weight is taken off my shoulders, the stress from before disappeared I felt as if I could fly. Everything didn't seem so bad now not even the Godmodder or the Fortress. Before I knew it the cookie was gone from my hand 'what is in that thing?' I think to myself as I resist the urge to take another one.
Walking towards the Magic group I show the Wizards my plan to get out of the wall if all other things fail. Above the Regen Bounded Field is two other sets of Regen Bounded Fields all three of them would be fortified through fortification runes. Above that would be two sets of anti-mind control Bounded Fields also fortified with runes, then above that would be two sealing bounded fields usually seals are meant to keep things in not out but they can be repurposed to do so anyone or anything that's not a part of EE or does not have my permission is not allowed to enter the factory and is stopped by the bounded fields it also works from the inside, so if someone somehow managed to get past the bounded fields from outside it won't be able to get out leaving it trapped inside, It is also fortified with runes. Then would be three anti-teleportation bounded fields so if you want to teleport from outside into the factory it would be stopped by the bounded fields however EE is capable of teleportation inside and outside the premises without harm, obviously it fortified with runes. Then there are the most important bounded fields six teleportation bounded fields, once activated it would teleport the factory and labs and anyone or thing inside out of the wall being the most important it is placed underneath every other bounded field and fortified with runes. Then and finally would be 10 sets of fortification bounded fields set on protecting the other bounded fields and the factory and labs it will be further fortified with runes. The head of this group will be Wakaziel he is one of the oldest and most powerful sorcerers in the world I'm sure something like this is a child's play for him.
Finally, I go to the builder's section and give them their blueprint. They must turn the property into a grey tower with layers of vibranium, adamantium, mithril, transformium, and dwarf star alloy in order to protect it. With vents to shoot out pressurized heat deflecting gas. There will also be automated railgun turrets and lasers. Underground they'll build thrusters and wings in order to turn the entire place into a Flying Fortress. There will also be escape pods made out of vibranium, Adamantium, mithril, transformium, and dwarf star alloy that can travel about 1000 times the speed of normal rockets so if all else fails we have to hope these things can get us over the wall before the cannon fires. I give the position of leadership to Boxer Mchallan one of the most hard-working builders in the group.
I survey the teams I made already making preparations, blueprints and going back to the labs to work on the project. I look at the fortress in the sky and grimace knowing I can only hope things go our way but the universe or the Godmodder might step in to try and stop us. I look made at the teams "we will come back here in two days to make a few more plans I also expect constant updates on each project, got it?!" The heads of the teams nod before going back to there projects, I sigh and retire to my office.
OOC: The speech is just a free action the real third action is me giving the blueprints.
Well, glad to see my spell wasn't needed. I pause in my spell casting and survey the battlefield, design what areas I could possibly help with. After some searching, my eyesight on the tempted Magical Research Unit... and I decide to offer them a proposal.
If—and only if—they remain Anti-Godmodder, I will help them with their research. If they need an enhancement, or a piece of magic to study, I will help them—or, failing that, send over a talented magical associate to help them in their quest.
Should they side with the Godmodder, however... I let a small fireball explode in my hand. Enemies will be treated as enemies.
I'll start them off with a small sample of magic related to their current task if they stay with us, but if they don't stay, they won't like how they receive it. [-1 Action]
I then let out a sharp whistle, a gigantic dragon made of scrap iron bursting out of the ground at my call. With a gesture towards the cannon prepped to fire, my message toward the dragon is clear: destroy as much of the cannon as you can, without hurting any of the AG forces atop it.
With a huff and a nod, the dragon in question lifts off and towards a section of the cannon not occupied by intruders. While the Scrap Dragon doesn't have many outstanding abilities yet, that might change one its special ability is brought to bear.
The more metal and technology the dragon eats, the more powerful it grows—part of me wonders whether the dragon will be able to absorb abilities from the metal it eats, like the ability to fire laser blasts after eating the cannon.
The dragon lands on the device, sniffing for a spot unoccupied (inside or outside) by allies... and then tears a hunk out of the cannon, beginning to chow down. [-2 Action, -1 CP for Scrap Dragon with special ability]
CP: 1
Amidst the chaos, a certain Player is still utterly baffled as they gaze around. What appeared to be a new Godmodder fighting Players is perplexing already, but something else is leaving theFilthyNeutral Player immobile with shock.
How are they even alive?
Usually sacrificing your life leaves you, well, dead. Sure, there was that one time with the Deleter but that is hardly a sound foundation for making it a pattern. Creating the Master of Death was supposed to use his essence up in its totality! How did tha-
The Player slaps themselves, sending their form slamming into the earth.
Hauling themselves out of the crater they just created, the Player mutters aloud.
"No, no, no, no! No time to become trapped in questions whose answers can be sought later. Focus on the present, survive, and grow."
Snapping their finger, the Player channels their power and creates an entity.
Alex Murphy, better known as Robocop (the original one not that remake abomination) now stands before the Player, ready to dispense justice. With the fourth directive rewritten to 'Obey the Player CaptainNZZZ above all others'. Even in their confused state, the Player isn't leaving something as exploitable as the fourth directive open for the Godmodder. (x3, 2 HP and 1 ATK)
Edit: Curse you spelling errors!
Hmmm... a satelite that can shoot lasers and IS targeting us. how can I deal with that? teman wonders, he takes a book that IS labled coding out of his coar and flips through it. Lets see, no, no no, definately not that. eventualy he finds something that suits his objective. That could do it. he takes out a macbook computer from his robe, points at it and the Flying Fortress? and says conect this instantly creates a network conection between the macbook and the fortress, then he sends the following pice of code to the fortress:
bifurcate THIS[THIS, THIS];
import universe U1;
import universe U2;
~ATH(U1) {
~ATH(!U2) {
} EXECUTE(~ATH(THIS){}EXECUTE(NULL));
} EXECUTE(~ATH(THIS){}EXECUTE(NULL));
[THIS, THIS].DIE();
this of course leads to the fortress blowing up.
What? A perfume voucher? This is definitely going to come in handy eventually.
Anyway loot boxes were a terrible idea, I'll remember that. Now for my first action me and the Frog of Truth will engage in Defense training, which usually just involves beating each other up with sticks until we stop getting hurt, thus granting the frog a boost to his defence value.
For the second action, I gather the soul energy left behind by the numerous beings that have died in this area (this is 100%
Teal and ethical, I'm just recyclingand use it to strengthen the frogs soul, thus boosting his HP.
Now for my final action I purchase an Anti-Godmodder brand lighter from the black market stall and light he abominable snowball-ling on fire, not only damaging the beast, but also melting away its snowball attribute.
I realize the Flying Fortress... Well, that's a problem. I don't know much about said flying fortress, nor does anyone else.
FOCUS - Identify the Threat.
Immediately, a large cross-section of the battlefield recesses beneath me, allowing the dirt to slide back underneath the other panels of dirt surrounding it. A large, circular hole in the later of sediment becomes apparent as all the interior components of a research facility appears beneath me. Without any walls or ceiling to contain it, it appears as nothing more than a mess of server boxes, satellite dishes, and wires. I, jumping up and landing in one of those skinny office chairs, colored with orange fabric (complimenting the grayscale and orange color scheme of the facility),begin typing on colorful controls clearly just meant to look cool. A voice cuts into the area.
Program - scan_facility.exe is online.
Torix - Good. Scan the Flying Fortress - gain any statistics you can on it.
Utilizing ARBITER VIEW 4093(tm), I provide the machine with all the statistics we know, and set it to begin scanning for Faction, Creator, Max and Current HP, and the two Unknown Abilities it has. Hoping this works, the satellites train on the Flying Fortress. Despite this clearly not being how satellites work, the info close in and begins providing data.
Once the job is done, the entire facility sinks back under the ground and awaits to be used for a different Action of some sort...
Also known as being not an entity and purely being there when I need it for plot convinience. Being a Player is fun.
Inventory -
- 1 Charge Point (CP)
- Magnetic Field Rejector
I charge further. But what's this? I appear to be splitting my charge pool in two. Still the same amount of charge I would have normally, just split between two pools.
Charge x3
Current Charge:
- Pool 1: 4 CP
- Pool 2: 2 CP
"Captain Zaircon, of the S.S. Unstoppable, leader of The Ones Who Know."
((This line happens before The Godmodder teleports, btw))
FOCUS: Zaircon looks up at the Flying Fortress.
"That fortress needs to be stopped! The others can't get through that wall until it's destroyed!"
He crouches then jumps straight upwards, flying until he just reaches the cannon. He grabs on, hanging from the bottom, then starts climbing. Well, climbing may be the wrong word, as he seems to be running on all fours straight up the cannon.
Eventually, he reaches a place where the cannon ends and the fortress begins. He examines the seam (or is there a specific joint? Eh, doesn't matter to this attack). After thinking, he summons a large spear and stabs into the seam/joint. Then he climbs upward, very high up the fortress, and then lets go.
He careens downward, flames surrounding him, and hits the spear. The impact jostles the spear, causing it to detach the cannon from the fortress. (Or atleast a bit of the fortress). Zaircon then lands with a thud.
ManiacMastR: 3 CP
Action 1: I point out that this is not a completely official sequel to DefTG. This lack of can(n)onicity leaves the Main Cannon unable to fire.
Action 2: I call up a bunch of friends to have a snowball fight, and by "have a snowball fight" I mean "kill the Abominable Snowball-ling."
Action 3: I shove a comically oversized cork into the barrel of the Main Cannon.
"..... the first one, an item to increase my entity charges by +3 for each action.
The second, five unique entities with special abilities , about 13 CP worth in each
The third, Five uses of some of the items in question.
Depending on how long , a five turn bodyguard will be worth an entity of 10~ CP, and a ten turn will be 40~ CP. Players are gonna be shittingly creative, and that will be painful, Very painful
I cannot fully gauge the value of what I will be doing, but these are my expected prices, now then, what is your's? Just to be sure, I can probably end up as a subordinate, just that I just need some experience near you first. I hope you will not be offended by my caution. "
"Yeah all players can get sensory inputs from every other player on command, and the Arbiter gets sensory inputs from any player by default, it's a bit hard to elude them. You just have to work around it."
Richard then sighed and stretched. "Well, if I'm hearing you right then I'd be helpful to keep you going off the rails. I thought I swore off shady business years ago, but if it's for the greater good then I'll join you. Way I see it, no matter what your plan is the world will be on average better off if I help you compared to if I don't. Just try not to kill anyone where you can, discounting summoned Entities, that's all I ask." He extends his hand, and then pauses.
"If you don't want to shake hands that's fine too, of course."
A voice speaks up. "Augustine Hellmuth here. Your subordinate, Godmodder, if you'll have me. And to save a little time, here's why I want to join your cause:"
"Reason one: Enlightened self-interest. The AGs may get results when they're fighting you, but aside from that, they don't make much of a mark on history intentionally. The entities to survive the last war only did so through narrative significance. And I think being a PG should help with that."
"Reason two: Sympathy, I suppose. Why is it that- ah, ah, ah. Surely you all know I'm keeping my cards close. As I was saying: I want to see you win. I want - ooh. This subject is quite dangerous for my plans."
"Reason three: Shared ideology. Well, admittedly, this is a bit of a long-term hope. I don't actually know what your goals are, and what with the Arbiter, I suspect it'll have to stay that way for a while."
"Oh, and there are other reasons, but I'd rather not say them when the Arbiter's around."
CP: 3