so... I've gotted a shield battery from this debacle and that's about it. FUn!
[1] True, True, as to the knife. But that would require knowledge of the Knife's purpose and method. And if the Godmodder had known, not only would he have been able to determine the purpose of my doubt-song-attack-thing ahead of completion (and thus not doubted or taken damage), But the only tactically reasonable path would be to keep me from picking up the knife, if only because it would be free for him, and likely result in my spending several more actions attempting to obtain. Since the Godmodder has been shown to be tactically unaware of this possibility, it is clear he knew not The Knife's purpose or method in advance. Now, the phrase 'Sharpen with your life' is a bit misleading, I admit. After all, life's not a physical object. What it means, in this case, is that life must be used in the process, obviously. And, yes, a sufficiently Lively life might even survive the act unscathed. But The Knife being abandoned is described as also 'say goodbye to the dark side'. And as we all know, the Dark Side is basically always the easiest road. It doesn't take skill to use, it just has costs, moral and otherwise.
So perhaps The Knife isn't so complicated to sharpen. Not requiring knowledge of the soul or health or whatever else, but... Simply automatically draining just a little, whenever the user tries to sharpen the knife.
This is the most natural interpretation, in my judgement. as such, The Knife should have some Godmodder life/energy in it, and I Should have either made a Godmodder lock or boosted the nexus, and I should have all the money. well, maybe not that last one.
[1] I decide to harvest a piece of reality to make a wall. Specifically, I harvest reality in an ~1cm wide horizontal cylinder going from the Godmodder to the first Peacekeeper baricade, resulting in an area where there isn't Reality. Whenever the Godmodder tries to walk forwards, there won't be any reality for parts of his body to occupy, dealing significant amounts of damage if he doesn't fix or avoid it. And when he tries to build the bridge again, some of the materials will go through the not-reality and come out changed, messing up the entire structural reality. It's all very advanced.
[1] I found a new nation, JOEbobia. It's very thin, but we've got stations everywhere! Specifically, there are evenly-distributed bits of JOEbobia- the cities are very tiny, about the size of an atom so nobody will try to kill us- every meter in any direction! As well, Cities of JOEbobia have an airspace up to infinity distance upwards of their actual location, for planes and stuff. When something enters the airspace of JOEbobia without filing the appropriate papers, It becomes the sovreign property of the Elected Minister of JOEbobia (his name's steffan, and he's a very nice man, but I'm not sure he's cut out for all the lawyering we've founded our business on.). It is then put up for auction at a very low price to whichever entrepreneurial citizen wants to own what is, as far as JOEbobia is concerned, a super-massive multi-district sky-castle of unlimited power. Because, remember, every JOEbobian city is absolutely TINY. JOEbobia has a lot of other laws, of course, but those aren't relevant now. they're all equally niche, strange, and rules-lawyerable by the residents of the city.
At any rate, a moment or so after the Founding of the nation, I realize some AG people have aerial entities they'll want to keep, so I immediately file all the appropriate papers for every Aerial entity on the field. Yes, including the peacekeepers, if they have those, and the space station. Every AG, N, Anti-X, or even V entity on the field gets all its papers filed, at my own expense (This costs me approximately 10 atoms of iron. These cities are Small, man.). Even the Godmodder gets his papers filed, in the event of his ever flying. By golly I'm an industrial citizen!
Then I have another thought- What about all the universes that've been brought to this one? I quickly pay another 50 atoms of Iron (I know, I could get away with a fair bit less, but I like to reward hard-working JOEs and they've done everything exactly as I wanted them to. Why not tip?) to register every other universe that got sent here to the Hexagonafield, Regardless of their status in the war. The provision isn't for universes that were already there! Since the civilizations are so small, transit time is tiny, and the transaction is over in a flash. Still struggling to keep up with these new developments with my relatively slow player-power-decanondecupple-accelerated meatbrain, I decide to just check the auctions, buy up all the accidentally-"confiscated" things, and sleep this off. I'll deal with the awkwardness of giving everything back to their original owners in the morning. ugh... Accelerating your brain feels terrible, lemme tell you.
I go to that nice bed I have and collapse into it, fast asleep.
In my dreams, I lucid dream. It kind of makes logic go a little loopy, but it would be a waste not to do Something since i, well, can. floating my perception over to the list of bought things, I notice the Cosmic Collider's launcher station. Of Course! It's an aerial entity, and I never asked them to deal with Pro-Godmodder units! If I own it... then...
Well, first I tell the farmers TOG owns them, the shield battery, and the prisms for this turn, conditional on him giving them back in a turn or two. they can tell I'm pursuing aCrazy, hair-brained, risky, bullshit, time-wasting, garunteed-to-fail, over-invested in brilliant scheme, and don't object. This leaves me owning everything from the JOEbobian auction, plus the Miles High Satellite and Consumer. Needing someone to shunt all this stuff to, I decide to transfer ownership of every JOEbobian auction'd thing except the Satellite to the Taint Collonies. Maybe it'll help them with politics, maybe not, I just needed someone to own it that's not me or evil or a player. Anyway, now I only own the Miles High Satellite and the Consumer! At this point, I go do something else that doesn't matter, and the entity round starts while I'm sleeping. Clearly, the Consumer will eat the Miles High Satellite, as while its consumption is random, there aren't any colliders to seal my ownership any more, and there's only one thing I own left! Perfecshublub.
[1] True, True, as to the knife. But that would require knowledge of the Knife's purpose and method. And if the Godmodder had known, not only would he have been able to determine the purpose of my doubt-song-attack-thing ahead of completion (and thus not doubted or taken damage), But the only tactically reasonable path would be to keep me from picking up the knife, if only because it would be free for him, and likely result in my spending several more actions attempting to obtain. Since the Godmodder has been shown to be tactically unaware of this possibility, it is clear he knew not The Knife's purpose or method in advance. Now, the phrase 'Sharpen with your life' is a bit misleading, I admit. After all, life's not a physical object. What it means, in this case, is that life must be used in the process, obviously. And, yes, a sufficiently Lively life might even survive the act unscathed. But The Knife being abandoned is described as also 'say goodbye to the dark side'. And as we all know, the Dark Side is basically always the easiest road. It doesn't take skill to use, it just has costs, moral and otherwise.
So perhaps The Knife isn't so complicated to sharpen. Not requiring knowledge of the soul or health or whatever else, but... Simply automatically draining just a little, whenever the user tries to sharpen the knife.
This is the most natural interpretation, in my judgement. as such, The Knife should have some Godmodder life/energy in it, and I Should have either made a Godmodder lock or boosted the nexus, and I should have all the money. well, maybe not that last one.
[1] I decide to harvest a piece of reality to make a wall. Specifically, I harvest reality in an ~1cm wide horizontal cylinder going from the Godmodder to the first Peacekeeper baricade, resulting in an area where there isn't Reality. Whenever the Godmodder tries to walk forwards, there won't be any reality for parts of his body to occupy, dealing significant amounts of damage if he doesn't fix or avoid it. And when he tries to build the bridge again, some of the materials will go through the not-reality and come out changed, messing up the entire structural reality. It's all very advanced.
[1] I found a new nation, JOEbobia. It's very thin, but we've got stations everywhere! Specifically, there are evenly-distributed bits of JOEbobia- the cities are very tiny, about the size of an atom so nobody will try to kill us- every meter in any direction! As well, Cities of JOEbobia have an airspace up to infinity distance upwards of their actual location, for planes and stuff. When something enters the airspace of JOEbobia without filing the appropriate papers, It becomes the sovreign property of the Elected Minister of JOEbobia (his name's steffan, and he's a very nice man, but I'm not sure he's cut out for all the lawyering we've founded our business on.). It is then put up for auction at a very low price to whichever entrepreneurial citizen wants to own what is, as far as JOEbobia is concerned, a super-massive multi-district sky-castle of unlimited power. Because, remember, every JOEbobian city is absolutely TINY. JOEbobia has a lot of other laws, of course, but those aren't relevant now. they're all equally niche, strange, and rules-lawyerable by the residents of the city.
At any rate, a moment or so after the Founding of the nation, I realize some AG people have aerial entities they'll want to keep, so I immediately file all the appropriate papers for every Aerial entity on the field. Yes, including the peacekeepers, if they have those, and the space station. Every AG, N, Anti-X, or even V entity on the field gets all its papers filed, at my own expense (This costs me approximately 10 atoms of iron. These cities are Small, man.). Even the Godmodder gets his papers filed, in the event of his ever flying. By golly I'm an industrial citizen!
Then I have another thought- What about all the universes that've been brought to this one? I quickly pay another 50 atoms of Iron (I know, I could get away with a fair bit less, but I like to reward hard-working JOEs and they've done everything exactly as I wanted them to. Why not tip?) to register every other universe that got sent here to the Hexagonafield, Regardless of their status in the war. The provision isn't for universes that were already there! Since the civilizations are so small, transit time is tiny, and the transaction is over in a flash. Still struggling to keep up with these new developments with my relatively slow player-power-decanondecupple-accelerated meatbrain, I decide to just check the auctions, buy up all the accidentally-"confiscated" things, and sleep this off. I'll deal with the awkwardness of giving everything back to their original owners in the morning. ugh... Accelerating your brain feels terrible, lemme tell you.
I go to that nice bed I have and collapse into it, fast asleep.
In my dreams, I lucid dream. It kind of makes logic go a little loopy, but it would be a waste not to do Something since i, well, can. floating my perception over to the list of bought things, I notice the Cosmic Collider's launcher station. Of Course! It's an aerial entity, and I never asked them to deal with Pro-Godmodder units! If I own it... then...
Well, first I tell the farmers TOG owns them, the shield battery, and the prisms for this turn, conditional on him giving them back in a turn or two. they can tell I'm pursuing a
