Defeat The Godmodder

[EternalStruggle]

ES was busy relieving Amelia of her economic duties while the turn ended, so he missed all the resolutions. Presumably nothing too crazy happened at the LemonQuest Completion Party though, so it's not a big issue, right?

Now in a nice air-conditioned office without any paperwork, the two of them sit down and set out to read three more entries of the remaining Journal, if it even has that many left.

Ah, right, the plan. ES takes one action off reading the Journal, thus reading only two entries, in order to toss the Railrifle over to P!Piono. All yours, buddy.

 

[Cephalos Jr.]

Action 1: I conduct a biological inspection on {wacky team pet}, then convince Old Man Henderson to read a paper on it. The sheer nonsense that is {wacky team pet}'s biology makes Old Man Henderson's head hurt so hard he takes damage, so I destroy the remains of {wacky team pet} with a lightning gun and incinerate the paper after Old Man Henderson finishes reading it.
Actions 2 and 3: I need to relieve some stress. I mount the REAL ASS that was generated by Krill's action later in the turn, then ride over to the Crystallized Shield and strike it repeatedly with great precision with a glaive. Specifically, every strike hits a cleavage plane. The pieces of the shield fall to the ground.

 

[Crusher48]

WARNING: Defender base is growing to exponential power. Next turn, they will have the capability to take out the Temporal Guardian by weakening it with their mortar and soldiers, before delivering the killing blow with the Auto-sniper. In 2 turns, they will have the capability to one-shot the Temporal Guardian outright with their auto-sniper, bypassing all defenses. We have clear evidence that their sidequest is bogus. We need to destroy them immediately.

Entity Orders: Temporal Guardian, you need to smash the Auto-Sniper. It's locked on to you! (if it isn't charging up to fire on you, it would have sniped one of the sealed bosses by now). If you have spare attack power, throw it at their tower.

Action 1: Before the Defenders can fire the mortar, I take control of the mortar and fire on the True Throne. That should knock out one dangerous boss and stop the mortar from being fired on our own forces.

Action 2: I take control of the speed crystal and re-target it to the temporal guardian. If these guys really are trustworthy, they'll realize that quadrupling the attack power of him will let him clear off all enemies at once.

Action 3: I hack into the enemy communications channels and replace all orders to the Auto-Soldiers with orders for the Auto-Soldiers to split into two groups, have a coin toss, and then have the losing half of their army executed. Since they aren't fanatical Thanosists, their likely response to this won't be to execute half of their number, but to instead either just ignore the orders or leave because their commanders have gone insane.

 

[JOEbobobob]

(Everyone looks your way as you acquire the lemons, closing an absolutely obscene trade loop! Everyone decides to take a moment to feast once the turn is over!)

Click to shrink...

[1] Yes! To Feast!... Feast on what? I don't like lemons. Feeling left out, I wander over to the True Summonspitter and decide to eat it. If I eat someone, I'll be two people, and then I won't be left out any more! YES! This is the PERfecT pLAn!!@!!1!!21!! I eat the True Summonspitter, and... well, i shut off my taste buds since it doesn't taste good either, but now I'll become not lonely!
aaaaaany minute now.
...third try's the charm?

[1] Accessing my own flesh, I reach towards the True Summonspitter, my stomach acid starting to dissolve its already-damaged form. This is, of course, completely irrelevant, as the Summonspitter hasn't been long enough for natural stomach acid to do more then a point of damage, At most. What is relevant is that this is painful and distracting, allowing me to turn some of my stomach lining into a rocket which launches free radicals at the TS. this is, of course, also irrelevant! even if i sent the free radicals at a prodigious rate, it can only kill a cell per hit, or so. But it's also distracting. This gives me the opportunity to conjure rocks in the TS's essophogous using rapture! (Rapture had elemental abilities from all 25 fiction-elements, one of which was earth. it also had 2 charge specials iirc.)! This is ALSO a distraction, because the Summonspitter probably doesn't even need to breath! But given how incredibly distracted they are, I have the chance to steal all 6 of the spitters socks- and replace them with the socks from its early forms! These oversized socks not only have no health bar protecting them- allowing the acid to quickly deteriorate them- but they're incredibly uncomfortable! in addition, they're COVERED IN SPIKES! not only that...
but they're a RUSE! The summonspitter is not just wearing socks, but it's wearing Socks AND SANDALS. This convinces all of society that the Summonspitter is terrible at fashion and is UBER UGLEH. This fits the definition of ruse. additionally, the knowledge of this is very distracting to the Summonspitter, who doesn't know what to deal with first. and finally, this Sock Ruse...
Is teh Distaction,! It allows me to dress the Summonspitter in nanotechnological clothing which doesn't even fit its morphology, restricting its movement! this is further distracting to the Summonspitter. and, even though it's getting old by this point...
The Clothing Ruse (the summonspitter might think it's a nice action but its movement restricting so...) Isn't A. Distaction!
It allows the Nanotech in the clothing to crawl over the summonspitters skin, down its throat, and into the duplication device, the schematics of which it copies down and uploads into my mind. perfection.
what? no, i said it isn't a distaction this time. can't you read?

[1] Rapture! yay! but wait, you said we can't keep swords or something? No! I wanna keep it! But wait... of course! the players get to come back! I take Rapture cut off my wrist. Then I jab its hilt into my hand-socket. Taking cues from The Maniac, I now have a sword for a hand! Taking cues from The Ego, I am preforming self-mutilation for power. Taking further cues from The Ego, I have determined that one can implant foreign objects into their body (third eye) For power! Taking further further cues, such objects are bound to, and basically part of, the implanted! Therefore, Rapture is now part of me. and since i can go back, so can it!
Note there is no power-flow between us. it's just stuck in my arm and technically a part of me; I do not allow any energy from rapture to flow 'upstream' towards me, so to speak.

 

[DanganMachin]

1. I assist the police by slowing down O.M.H's movements
2. I summon acid spit and lauch it at True Summonspitter's face (get it ?)
3. I summon rude home movers that rudely and carelessly move the true thrown damaging it

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

Despite the overwhelming victory of Lemon Quest, Alastair feels... tired. Exhausted. A deep, deep pain in his heart is weighing him down. A sorrow from a connection he has purposefully forgot, to protect someone he is both familiar with and a complete stranger to. A sorrow caused by the continuous pain and suffering a loved one is experiencing.

Alastair is reminded of his sorrow. Of the day his mother, brother, and friends were killed by the Godmodder without a chance to escape. The ensuing months of trying to hold down a job and only having enough money to feed his grandmother properly. The last month he spent with his grandmother as her pain, agony, and undiagnosed medical problems finally killed her.

The next two years dedicated to study and understanding, all inpreparation for killing the Godmodder, if only to save others from the same pain. But not once did he mourn. He didn't have time. And he didn't allow himself to.

Unable to hold it back anymore, he lets out the VAST WAIL, spreading this immense sorrow into anyone not aligned with AG outright. Those incapable of sorrow ended up growing a the ability just to feel this feeling. Those who felt it had the pain and despair intermingle with their own troubled feelings and pasts. And none of thme were equipped to handle it, the overwhelming sorrow instantly springing tears from their eyes just before they could conciously realize what was happening. Their limbs curled up, their faces scrunched, and their eyes shut to squeeze out more tears.

None of them could devote a single bit of energy to anything but the sorrow.

For Alastair, though, he had long mastered the art of Persevering. Once the VAST WAIL was complete, he stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes enough to see clearly. When he noticed he was up to his chest in the stuff, he put it into his inventory before moving to the True Throne. Then, with a simple drop button press, he dumped the lake's worth of tears onto the True Throne.

Utterly spent, he goes and leans against a bed shaped slab. The God-tier bed, to be exact. Unwittingly, he infects it with the power of sorrow, upgrading it from the God-tier Bed to the Sob-tier Bed. Normally it's a hilariously powerful boon to have Sob-tier, but having a God-tier bed modified has unexpected consequences...

(Action Summary:
Action 1: THE VAST WAIL - Stuns all non-AG entities with Sorrow!
Action 2: Lake of Tears Dropped on the True Throne
Action 3: Modified the God-tier slab with Sob-Tier power.)

EDIT: Correctied a spelling mistake and added a bit fo color to a word.

 

[That-Random-Guy]

+3 Attack Shields to the temporal guardian

 

[Karpinskaya]

1x action:
Through the power of BAD PUNS, G!Pionoplayer's God Tier Bed is now a TOG Tier Bed. But it still says God Tier... on a nameplate that will fall off right after G!Pionoplayer can't back out.

1x action: I call upon the power of UGANDAN KNUCKLES to spit on the Summonspitter. So a whole army of them come and spit on the Summonspitter with, as it happens, acid spit. They then leave, their work done.

1x action: I create a Nanothorn Chainsaw module with monomolecular nanothorns that will act like a chainsaw on the blade, once the blade is ready. I then attach it to Piono's sword.

 

[Ranger_Strider_]

I make Piono's sword Earth Shaking (I just... you know... stole the magic from Poseidon's trident) Blood spilling (You know how it is... give some serrated edges to bleed em out...) and Immortal slaying (Quality of Harpe? Nice, stolen...)

 

[Bill Nye]

Action 1-3: I proceed to perform a non-undertale move that deals damage not related to undertale at all towards the True Throne. Nope. No references here. Move along.......

Kirby notices that Frisk is dead. The machine stops and proceeds to search for any Frisk related entities. The machine picks up on one. It charges up again and fires. The machine goes to Bill Nye first, Draining him of the evil DETERMINATION. The other beam heads right into Flowely's battleground. The beam heads straight towards HARD MODE Frisk. HM Frisk was watching in the background and out of sight of anyone. The beam engulfs the kid and starts its process. The evil DETERMINATION finally disappears and is replaced with HM Frisk's determination. HM Frisk, now having the evil determination, starts to go mad and kills himself. Due to the insane amount of power that was needed to make this happen, the machine blows up. It disappears into thin air. The explosion caused the ship to lose power for 10 seconds. After the power is restored, Kirby celebrated by eating cake. However, Kirby heard noises coming from the communications part of the ship. He jumps out and heads to the noise. Kirby looks inside and sees... a woman. She looked like she was wearing a high school uniform. She quickly turns around and smiles, "Hello! Who are you?"
Kirby rubbed his eyes and looks again shocked, "....Monika?"

Shadrix, Sans, and Gaster both survived another round of Flowey's attack. The deflection cost Flowey only 10 HP. Their shields only lost 1% of its integrity. Flowey calls the orange soul for help. The soul spawns multiple hands which proceed to punch the shields. Shadrix managed to call for help and stopped the attack. Their shields lost only 4% of its integrity.


TO BE CONTINUED...


BATTLE SCHEMATIC

Scene = Flowey's battlefield

AC
Shadrix HP: 99999999999999 ATK: ??? DEF: ??? (Suit set into DEF mode) (Filled with DETERMINATION) (Now has an energy shield. 94% integrity)
sans HP: 1 DEF: 1 (Powered by Shadrix's DETERMINATION) (Has a 100% dodge rate) (dodge rate can lower if tired) (Now has an energy shield. 94% integrity)
Gh@st3r HP: 666666 ATK: 6666 DEF: 66666 (Can't be harmed by normal means) (Can glitch out the enemy) (Now has an energy shield. 94% integrity)

PC
Chara HP: 99 ATK: 99 DEF: 99 (Filled with Determination) (Has 7 Butterscotch Pies) (can be revived upon death)
[BOSS] P. Flowey HP: 299,987 ATK: 100 DEF: 9999 (made with Chara's Glitches) (can save and load)

 

[WHM Sukamia]

Apparently I love lemons, otherwise I would never have eaten it from anything's stomach. Who knew?

Anyways... I'm guessing that the reason those players were feeling weaker was because they went so long without fighting the Godmodder? If that is true, I'll start immediately on finding a way out, before it's too late!

 

[The quiet watcher]

The quiet watcher is puzzled at his lack of memories involving the party after the lemon quest had been completed, before writing it off as a good party. He uses two of his actions to complete the railway through the mountains, blowing up the occasional mountain that got in his way as the rails were laid with a sense of speed and efficiency. He uses his last one to stash a couple of lit sticks of dynamite in Henderson's jacket pockets.

 

[Daskter]

1x I empower the Piono's Sword with the power of Pianos, a haunting song is emitted from the sword, and any who dares fight against the Piono in this reality that was with us at the start, will freeze up and lose their will.
2x I start stockpiling explosives, redmatter bombs, tnts, nuclear bombs, reality ripping bombs, all the explosives.

 

[CaptainNZZZ]

You take the spirit of Undead Einstein's report. It outlines detailed instructions for potentially replicating this ability, and notes that the process is likely to incur significant CP costs. As none of your inventory items will be coming with you once you leave this, you commit the report to memory.

Click to shrink...

Excellent! Naturally it's horrendously expensive but still useful to know. Such detailed data also provides a secondary bonus, knowledge of the Auto-sniper's construction. Let's see...ah, the point where the barrel attaches to the weapon's main body is a bit of a structural weak point. The damage boosting properties result in exponentially higher amounts of recoil than one would expect, requiring the weapon to be designed to be able to move when fired to avoid the weapon ripping itself in two.

Unfortunately this means the barrel's mounting point is loosely attached to allow even the barrel to move several more meters back than one would expect. A good, solid blow to that area would certainly cause shocking levels of damage...let me just inform the Temporal Guardian of this weak point via telepathic images. As always, two things are for success. First, creating a system of images that quite literally convey explain any possible command no matter its details to help avoid Godmodder trickery and second, go for the weak spots for increased effectiveness. (x1)

[AG - CaptainNZZZ]Temporal Guardian: 4,500,000/6,400,000 HP, 500,000 x 2A, Special: Za Warudo: In use! (-10,000 damage from all attacks)(20% dodge rate)(+250,000 HP per turn)(miniboss+status effect resistance)(poison resistant)(has spatial warping necklace - saves from fatal blow)

Click to shrink...

Hmmm, the Temporal Guardian remains a mighty bulwark but currently lacks the more Player based defenses. Attack shields, attack redirectors, and more!

Since I won't have the spare power to give the Temporal Guardian an attack redirector I instead take inspiration from the past to add a single precognition based auto-dodge, applying it carefully so something like attack shields are used up before it is. (x1)

I enchant the Mysterious Tower, causing it to begin rapidly teleporting randomly around my smoke covered section of the HEXAGONAFIELD. I can only hope it'll be enough to left it avoid incoming attacks. (x1)

Click to shrink...

You enchant the Mysterious Tower! It will now auto-dodge the next attack sent its way!

*snip*

Mysterious Tower: 60,000/60,000 HP(zombie immunity)(protected from 3 attack)(autododges 1 attack)(teleport vest - gauranteed to survive lethal attack)(protected by Dragonforce)

Click to shrink...

The VAST WAIL, huh. You know the best to augment a fancy sorrow based status effect? The emotion amplifying megaphone I handed to Alastair just before the VAST WAIL was let off. Sometimes the simple things are the most effective of all. (x1)

Now on the Temporal Guardian's orders. Just listen to Crusher48 and follow his instructions for this turn, he knows what he's saying.

 

[Krill13]

x1:
Eyowe puts a fancy suit over Piono's Sword Hilt. It's looking pretty sharp, eh?

x1:
...and now he's adding a bunch of scar stickers and "cursed flame dragon" tattoos all over the hilt. Now it's looking pretty edgy.

x1:
Not really having much else to do now that [Lemon] Quest is done, Eyowe pulls out a REAL ASS gun and shoots whatever [PG] guy is still up, priority order of Old Man Henderson > True Throne > True Summonspitter.

 

[O.R.I.G.I.N.]

Action 1: The box continues to float about. It's top seems to fold open. Nothing happens. It sits there, waiting, expecting. Still nothing. the box flips over, shakes around, even slams into the ground. Odd. With no other choice, all of the box's side fold open, revealing tons, and tons, and tons, of lemons. Strange, the box only had one. At any rate, all of the lemons spill out of the box. And they just kind of sit there...
A groan echoes out of the box. The whole scenario seems to embody: "What to write? What to Write? What to WRITE!?" There seems to be another failure. If these keep stacking up, there'll be more failures than there are people. Odd. That hyperbole makes no sense. Odder. One of the lemons rolls off the top of the stack. Oddest. The lemon has a face on it. Oh no.
All of the lemons start to grow. Evil, demonic, destructive little faces form on the featureless fronts of those simple lemons. Arms, legs; feet, hands; all of these made from a continuous flow of lemon juice. An incomprehensible chatter begins among the newborn lemons. It sounds something like this:
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!"
In case you don't speak Leomonian, that is the cry of power, typically used to assign one as a leader. And so, the original leader reigns supreme over the lemon people. Now, it is time to form a proper government. It's a bit hard to translate, but apparently most of the lemon people are too lazy to create this government, so King Lemon the First now is the ultimate dictator. Oh well. As his first act as the Dúcái zhě, he orders his lemons to attack the tower. But... that's behind the Crystalized Shield and Cover Wall... I guess he forgot to read military strategy. Anyways, the great dictator King Lemon and his troops launch their offensive against the Cover Wall. The lemons stack on top of each other, forming intricate patterns and shapes. As the stack comes to fruition, it takes the form of a highly detailed tidal wave. Sitting at the top in a chair made of his guard lemons is King Lemon the First, leading his troops to victory. The wave of lemons crashes into the the Cover Wall. Lemon after lemon squishes against the might of the wall, but each one makes its small indent upon it. While the cover wall takes significant damage from the assault, the lemons are left broken, squished. An ocean of lemonade has spilled in front of the battered shield wall. Crushed lemon skins are left rotting on the ground. The only survivors of this terrifying attack are King Lemon and his royal guard.
Action 2: With his kingdom in ruin, King Lemon turns to attack those who killed his people (Hint: It definitely wasn't his fault). He will slay the Defenders with his own two hands. However, there's still a wall in the way. The king curses this infernal wall, or, more accurately speaking: "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-REEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Language. The king commands his remaining Knights of the Lemon Table (as they will be known in the history books) to destroy the wall by any... means... necessary. Now, this is where the history books sort of... embellish the truth. If you were to read "The Grand Rule of King Lemon the First," you would read a story about how the knights went on a great quest of the Lemon God, found the sacred Sword of Lemons, and struck the wall down with a single strike. While this is a great story, often remade into movies and books about humans, it is a complete lie. You see, the newly formed government didn't have many... moral laws. They don't know the difference between the morally righteous and just plain hideous. However, what they do know is power (King Lemon taught them well). So, they are able to feel the power coursing through every lemon. They know the power of death, understand their sacrifice, and know they died for the greater good. This line of thinking leads the Knights of the Lemon Table to believe that, because the dead have given their lives for them, they would still be willing to help. So, each of the Knights of the Lemon Table begin to drink the fallen lemonade of their brethren. This "blood" sacrifice invigorates each of the knights with true power, evil power. The knights stack upon each other once again, this time taking the form of some demonic creature. It is much smaller than the wave of death their people once made, but it is all the more powerful. The knights thrust forwards a pitchfork made of the skins of the fallen, striking the Cover Wall. They stab it once, twice, thrice, and the pitchfork falls. The knights become enraged. Their pure evil takes form as they charge into the Cover Wall. They hit the wall with all of their might, crushing the wall under their pure mass. However, the wall is still tougher than they, and the demonic form of the Knights of the Lemon Table falls, its lemonade spilling into a pool that has come to be known as the Lake of Evil.
Action 3: Upon the fall of his once proud, then demonic, now dead knights, King Lemon the First sheds tears. "How could they!?" he screams, or, as it was, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-NAH! WAAAAAAAAH NAH!" The king begins to rush at the Cover Wall, prepared to loose his life for his people. However, as he charges, he realizes his people died for him. He stops. Why risk his life failing where so many others have failed? He instead decides to address the direct problem: the Defenders. He examines the Cover Wall and realizes that he is a measly lemon. What risk does he pose? With this thought, he falls prone. Within the walls, the Defenders are starved. They have gone weeks, months, years, purely on food they have stock piled. All of it is stale, rotten. This is why, when one sees a perfectly good lemon just sitting outside, the Defender picks it up and takes it inside. The Defender gloats and brags about his amazing find, wanting to savor the envy of his fellows. However, just as he goes to take his first bite, the Defender is shocked to find the lemon move. King Lemon leaps from the Defender's grasp and scans the area. There he is. King Lemon leaps at the Defender Captain. This tale has been told and retold many a time. In most versions, King Lemon has a ferocious fight with the Defender Captain. King Lemon fights for his life, proving his worth as the King of the Lemons. However, he falls during the great combat, managing to mortally wound the Defender Captain in the process. Of course, this is all false. What really happens is that King Lemon leaps at the Defender Captain, but is shot during his ascent. His lemonade blood explodes out. While most of it hits completely useless spots and is ultimately pathetic, just a bit of it flies right into the Defender Captain's eyes, causing slight irritation and suffering, maybe even blindness. And so the tale of the First Lemon War ends. Years later, a new string of lemons will find this genetic balance to become their own kingdom. They will find the lore of their ancestors and create the strongest nation ever made. Unfortunately, this is a tale for another time.
Meanwhile, another minion of the black box is vacuuming up the lemon juice. This janitor reasons that there's no point in destroying the environment

 

[Paradoxdragonpaci]

(X1) I first imbue P!Piono's Sword with the Adjective "Paradoxical" by imbuing my Safer Brand of Paradoxical Energies into it

(X2) I search deep within myself and pull out a few orbs of Emotions related to Anger,Bargaining And Acceptance And retroactively Grant those to Alastair to fully allow his VAST WAIL express his Grief through the 4 stages....the Orbs will also get infused with the Sorrow into the God Tier bed making it Grief-Tier

 

[AnyaOfFlame]

Action One: I create another progenitor machine, and assign a clone to it (+30 clones per turn, all equipped with sonic guns).

Action Two: I create another progenitor machine, and assign a clone to it (+30 clones per turn, all equipped with sonic guns).

Action Three: I assign my clones to begin doing research on ways to make he progenitor machine better. (+60 clones per turn, all equipped with sonic guns(?))

I actually have no idea how many clones I'm making or have, there's too many.

 

[GoldHero101]

We are back.

3 ACTION FOCUS - RETURN: A giant Chaos Reach, coming across MULTIPLE FORUM GAMES, strikes one of the bosses. "Man, this is deja vu. I think I've seen this... 3 separate times before this?"

 

[Ender_Smirk]

The Heir's hoodie glows that grey and green combo once more, as he once more holds his sword out to grant Piono's sword one more ability. As he focuses, his blade begins to change shape, taking every form of a sword he can think of, and then even cycling through just plain any weapon type conceivable. As he focuses on that, the seed of a blade he had planted in the hilt Piono made finally flourishes, making the blade finally take full form, and size. As this happens, Piono feels the blade in his hand linking to his mind, and senses that the ability to change its form to any he desires is now his. The Heir's blade then returns to normal.
Then, his hoodie glows teal once more, with the green and grey staying as well. As this happens, the auto sniper of the defenders suddenly feels an odd line of code . Deep within its processors, with no reason it would normally think of, it has been told it must now shoot at then Tower. A part of it tries to fight off this new code's control, but then suddenly, his consciousness is pulled into a neutral mental/computative battlespace, and the fight begins.

Within the mindspace, Jet dashes quickly at the sniper, and he moves too quickly for the sniper to get a bead on him to fire. Then, Jet is right in front of it, and chops the barrel of his battlescape gun in half. The sniper then does the only thing it can think of, and begins wildly spinning its arms, hitting Jet's sword arm. Somehow, this manages to knock the blade away, so Jet decides to begin an unarmed combat match. Jet delivers punches and kicks sporadically, flashstepping out of most of his opponent's wild flails. The Auto sniper does its best, but it simply cannot counter someone without its gun. Simultaneously, Jet does not appear to be able to do much to the sniper without his sword, but he just keeps on smirking as the fight progresses. Wild kicks are thrown, heads are smashed into the ground, but still, no outcome occurs. Then, Smirk appears in front of a desk, which has a computer on it which just finished sending one last code. "Plan successful, code sent. The Tower won't know what hit it. Time to leave."
Smirk and Jet dissolve out of the battlescape they had made, and the Auto Sniper rushes back to its own body. Unfortunately for it, the code has already run, and it ca do naught but watch as the shot rush straight at the tower, ignoring attack shields, dodges, and tearing through any bodyguards in the shot's way, since there is not, unfortunately for the Tower, any defenses of totalling more than 1,500,000 hp in between the sniper, and the tower, which is the minimum to save it from instant death.

 

[pionoplayer]

...huh, I didn't actually mean to summon a Piono from an alternate DefTG.
To give a short breakdown Moniker, I intended to summon one of the Pionos from an... alternate continuity so to speak, called Destroy the Godmodder. While I am aware that mesesing around too wantonly with reality and time can cause trouble, I figured that since reality is on hold with Go An Na I could try out this bit of screwiness without risking instant multiversal annihilation.
There's also definitely something off with this Piono though, he's neither acting in accordance with the DefTG home-Piono's personality, nor is he controlled by me (why that's relevant is complicated but I won't get into it right now. Gotta save some secrets for the future eh?). I suppose the Godmodding's influence on his mind could explain some of it, but he's still very off. Broken almost. Oh well, it'll be resolved one way or another at some point, likely soon.



I reach up and catch the railrifle that comes my way from EternalStruggle, and smile, but it's not time to use it, not just yet.

Action 1:
I pick up the sword hilt, with action upon action and increasingly powerful powers heaped upon it. I've been prepping this for something special.
I turn to the others who helped me make it:
Karp, Ender, Strider, Krill, paradox, thank you. I know I tend to take the spotlight up a lot with my horrificly convoluted plots and nonsense, but... from the bottom of my heart, thank you for the trust and aid you have given me. I'll do my best to repay it.
I call upon my player powers, and a massive vat of liquid nitrogen rises out of the ground. I cast 5 different temperature drop spells and Ice IX on it, but because the liquid nitrogen is specially mixed liquid not-really-nitrogen it remains liquid, despite now being below absolute 0 in temperature.
I slip my hand into a cold-proof super glove, pick up the sword hilt, and then slam it into the vat, quenching it into a single, hard blade.

Action 2:
I pull the railrifle up, looking it over, and give EternalStruggle a thumbs up. Thank you buddy, I'll make this shot count.
I pull back the lever, and in one swift motion cock and load it.
With the sword.
The sheer power of the sword causes the railrifle to merge into the sword and the two combine together into a single powerful gunblade shining with immense power.
(Functionally this doesn't actually combine the two, I've just quenched the sword and loaded the railrifle so that my next attack has infinite defense piercing.)

Action 3:
I walk over to G!Pionoplayer, and glare down at him.
"Alright there, PUNK I think it's time we had a talk, you and me.
I'm the real Piono, regardless of reality origination or 'true existence' or any bullcrap like that because none of that really matters. Who you are and what you are isn't defined by your origins.
The kind of person you are is defined by your actions, and I think it's about time I showed you exactly why you're such a disgrace to the Pionoplayer name."
I raise up the gunblade full of seething firepower, pointed forwards until my arm curves, pointing not towards G!Pionoplayer, but off in a seemingly totally unrelated direction.
"Piono is not a name feared across dimensions, causalities and more existences than even you would think to shake a stick at because of powers.
I have not cultivated my reputation across sessions and events because I am or am not a godmodder, because of elemental nonsense or some ill-fated attempt at immortality.
Power comes in a lot of different flavors, and there is always a bigger fish.
The reason why I'm Piono and the reason that that even means anything is because I'm the most dangerous fish in the ocean, without needing any of those cheap gimmicks you rely on."
I fire the gunblade. It doesn't fire a bullet, it fires the entire blade. The blade shoots out across the battlefield at ludicrously high speeds, accelerating faster and faster.
"It doesn't matter if I have the strength of a minnow or I'm one swordsman against an army of five hundred thousand.
If I don't come out on top you can at least be sure that nobody else can say that fighting me was a good idea.
Because I understand how power works, how you cultivate it, how you protect it, how you earn it.
And I understand how to make my best shots count."
Everyone suddenly realizes what the blade launched by the gunblade is aimed for. It's not aimed for any of the bosses, it's not aimed to ricochet off a rock and back into G!Pionoplayer while he's distracted...
It's aimed right for the Defender's tower. The highly defended, highly upgraded, totally unprepared for an attack of the magnitude and manner that has been leveled at it by a team of 5 or so players using me as the focus.
And it's too late to stop it. The attack is already en route and the defenders spent all their actions on the autosniper.
The blade punches right through the cover wall, then the crystallized shield and then the shield crystal, not slowing even the tiniest bit thanks to the boost given it by the railrifle.
"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I'M THE REAL PIONO AND YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A PALE, PATHETIC ECHO?"
The blade collides with the tower.
Boom.
"THIS IS WHY."
The tower collapses, a long and drawn out catastrophic fall as it crumbles and goes up in flames in equal parts, phasing in and out of reality as explosions rack its entire form sending pieces of it scattering across the landscape.
"Because even for all your supposed power, for your godmodding and immortalities and plans for omnipotence, you are nothing.
You're just another fighter in a game for power, a name that nobody will remember beyond a thought of 'heh, I remember that, that was cool.' and NOTHING more than that."
The top of the tower slams into the ground, shattering into dust on impact.
"And me? Even stripped of my old plans, tossed into a world designed to hamper my abilities and stuck with nothing to support me but those whose trust I've earned along the way."
I grab his collar and pull his face close to mine.
"Even with nothing but that, I'm still a threat. I don't need phony titles and a sack of stolen souls to throw a wrench in other people's plans, and I sure as [CENSORED] don't need a flub like you."
I let go of him with a push. No damage is dealt, but he's probably not happy about being manhandled anyways. A burning piece of tower tumbles across the ground behind me.
"So, I'm going to repeat what I said before.
Get out of our way or get crushed by the boots of me and my friends."
I turn around to let him finish with his godtier bed. Whether it works or not, that's his business. So long as it doesn't interfere with mine, there won't be a problem.

I walk over to the Defender captain, who probably hasn't died yet from the tower exploding, even if just because of cutscene dramatic tension.
"When we started this fight I told you you'd be removed if you had to be.
That wasn't an empty threat.
Consider this your eviction notice."
I walk away.

(sorry for the theatrics moniker, I started coming up with this idea and was gonna find someone to hand the hilt off to once it was finished, but then I had the idea for this sequence and needed an excuse to write it out.
Thanks again to everyone who helped make this combo possible, I know I tend to be the one in the spotlight, but it really needs to be said I can only do these things because you guys trust me enough to help with them. Thank you, all of you.

Action summary:
Action 1: Quench the blade hilt, finishing it for it's singular use.
Action 2: Load the railrifle, as specified in its stats my next action bypasses all forms of defense.
Action 3: I use the quenched sword on the Defender's Tower and thanks to Action 2 it goes unaffected by the defensive structures. Hopefully everyone else's help was enough to get it up to full power because I really don't wanna get insta-gibbed by the autosniper. Fingers crossed I guess.)

This harebrained scheme brought to you by: me, EternalStruggle, Krill13, Paradoxdragonpaci, ranger_strider, ender_smirk, Daskter, and Karpinsky.

 

[General_Urist]

I sucker-punch Old Man henderson, steal his golf clubs and cast-iron cookwear and shit, then smelt the stolen goods down into material for the Mountain Railway.

 

[Captain.Cat]

Seeing what pionoplayer is about to do I decide to lend my current allotted energy to their attack as to make it even more effective. 'I wish for pionoplayer attacks to be empowered as to make them more damaging!' Suddenly the sword that pinonplayer is using gains a red gleam to it and hums with energy! (3 CP)

 

[The Ego]

I punch an enemy. Thrice.

 

[Moniker]

ES was busy relieving Amelia of her economic duties while the turn ended, so he missed all the resolutions. Presumably nothing too crazy happened at the LemonQuest Completion Party though, so it's not a big issue, right?

Now in a nice air-conditioned office without any paperwork, the two of them sit down and set out to read three more entries of the remaining Journal, if it even has that many left.

Ah, right, the plan. ES takes one action off reading the Journal, thus reading only two entries, in order to toss the Railrifle over to P!Piono. All yours, buddy.

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The railrifle safely lands in Pionoplayer's hands.

You read the first entry:

I'm going to tear my hair out if I have to stay here, bored, for another moment. I'm just scribbling idly now. It's been HOURS since the other Players left. I've tried summoning videogames, but when you have the power to mod any videogame into being instantly beatable, it becomes hard to enjoy any of them. I should talk to the other guy, or the Defender Captain. SOMETHING. Maybe I'll just go to sleep.

And the second:

I slept for a solid 11 hours, probably. I didn't realize I was behind on a solid sleep schedule until just now. But I've realized our mistake! Our Player powers... they're fading away! I'm not going to waste time writing any more, I've got to head to where the other Players are and warn them! We can't waste any more time here!

Action 1: I conduct a biological inspection on {wacky team pet}, then convince Old Man Henderson to read a paper on it. The sheer nonsense that is {wacky team pet}'s biology makes Old Man Henderson's head hurt so hard he takes damage, so I destroy the remains of {wacky team pet} with a lightning gun and incinerate the paper after Old Man Henderson finishes reading it.
Actions 2 and 3: I need to relieve some stress. I mount the REAL ASS that was generated by Krill's action later in the turn, then ride over to the Crystallized Shield and strike it repeatedly with great precision with a glaive. Specifically, every strike hits a cleavage plane. The pieces of the shield fall to the ground.

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Old Man Henderson mutters to himself... why would the tailbone be positioned above the cheek bone? Why? 60,000 damage to him!

Crystallized shield destroyed, for this turn!

Defender Captain: That one was on your side - careful where you strike!

WARNING: Defender base is growing to exponential power. Next turn, they will have the capability to take out the Temporal Guardian by weakening it with their mortar and soldiers, before delivering the killing blow with the Auto-sniper. In 2 turns, they will have the capability to one-shot the Temporal Guardian outright with their auto-sniper, bypassing all defenses. We have clear evidence that their sidequest is bogus. We need to destroy them immediately.

Entity Orders: Temporal Guardian, you need to smash the Auto-Sniper. It's locked on to you! (if it isn't charging up to fire on you, it would have sniped one of the sealed bosses by now). If you have spare attack power, throw it at their tower.

Action 1: Before the Defenders can fire the mortar, I take control of the mortar and fire on the True Throne. That should knock out one dangerous boss and stop the mortar from being fired on our own forces.

Action 2: I take control of the speed crystal and re-target it to the temporal guardian. If these guys really are trustworthy, they'll realize that quadrupling the attack power of him will let him clear off all enemies at once.

Action 3: I hack into the enemy communications channels and replace all orders to the Auto-Soldiers with orders for the Auto-Soldiers to split into two groups, have a coin toss, and then have the losing half of their army executed. Since they aren't fanatical Thanosists, their likely response to this won't be to execute half of their number, but to instead either just ignore the orders or leave because their commanders have gone insane.

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The Temporal Guardian nods.

450,000 damage to the True Throne!

You try to control the speed crystal, but the other Defenders surround you and push you away in a surprisingly gentle way.

Defender Captain: I'm very sorry you think we're going to betray you.

Defender Captain: We're trying to save up the Auto-Sniper's power for Go An Na. He's sure to have a massive health bar. We want to be able to open with a major attack.

Defender Captain: Don't worry. We have a plan.

The Auto-Soldiers, being automatic, really follow your orders! 50% of the Auto-Soldiers slain!

Defender Captain: You're only hurting yourself here. Please stop.

The Defender Captain tightens security on the comms channels. They automatically block Crusher's communications now.

[1] Yes! To Feast!... Feast on what? I don't like lemons. Feeling left out, I wander over to the True Summonspitter and decide to eat it. If I eat someone, I'll be two people, and then I won't be left out any more! YES! This is the PERfecT pLAn!!@!!1!!21!! I eat the True Summonspitter, and... well, i shut off my taste buds since it doesn't taste good either, but now I'll become not lonely!
aaaaaany minute now.
...third try's the charm?

[1] Accessing my own flesh, I reach towards the True Summonspitter, my stomach acid starting to dissolve its already-damaged form. This is, of course, completely irrelevant, as the Summonspitter hasn't been long enough for natural stomach acid to do more then a point of damage, At most. What is relevant is that this is painful and distracting, allowing me to turn some of my stomach lining into a rocket which launches free radicals at the TS. this is, of course, also irrelevant! even if i sent the free radicals at a prodigious rate, it can only kill a cell per hit, or so. But it's also distracting. This gives me the opportunity to conjure rocks in the TS's essophogous using rapture! (Rapture had elemental abilities from all 25 fiction-elements, one of which was earth. it also had 2 charge specials iirc.)! This is ALSO a distraction, because the Summonspitter probably doesn't even need to breath! But given how incredibly distracted they are, I have the chance to steal all 6 of the spitters socks- and replace them with the socks from its early forms! These oversized socks not only have no health bar protecting them- allowing the acid to quickly deteriorate them- but they're incredibly uncomfortable! in addition, they're COVERED IN SPIKES! not only that...
but they're a RUSE! The summonspitter is not just wearing socks, but it's wearing Socks AND SANDALS. This convinces all of society that the Summonspitter is terrible at fashion and is UBER UGLEH. This fits the definition of ruse. additionally, the knowledge of this is very distracting to the Summonspitter, who doesn't know what to deal with first. and finally, this Sock Ruse...
Is teh Distaction,! It allows me to dress the Summonspitter in nanotechnological clothing which doesn't even fit its morphology, restricting its movement! this is further distracting to the Summonspitter. and, even though it's getting old by this point...
The Clothing Ruse (the summonspitter might think it's a nice action but its movement restricting so...) Isn't A. Distaction!
It allows the Nanotech in the clothing to crawl over the summonspitters skin, down its throat, and into the duplication device, the schematics of which it copies down and uploads into my mind. perfection.
what? no, i said it isn't a distaction this time. can't you read?

[1] Rapture! yay! but wait, you said we can't keep swords or something? No! I wanna keep it! But wait... of course! the players get to come back! I take Rapture cut off my wrist. Then I jab its hilt into my hand-socket. Taking cues from The Maniac, I now have a sword for a hand! Taking cues from The Ego, I am preforming self-mutilation for power. Taking further cues from The Ego, I have determined that one can implant foreign objects into their body (third eye) For power! Taking further further cues, such objects are bound to, and basically part of, the implanted! Therefore, Rapture is now part of me. and since i can go back, so can it!
Note there is no power-flow between us. it's just stuck in my arm and technically a part of me; I do not allow any energy from rapture to flow 'upstream' towards me, so to speak.

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140,000 damage to the True Summonspitter! The True Summonspitter considers how he's going to summon new enemies from inside a stomach.

Your arm always immediately regrows every time you try to stick Rapture on. You do deal 5 damage to yourself, however.

1. I assist the police by slowing down O.M.H's movements
2. I summon acid spit and lauch it at True Summonspitter's face (get it ?)
3. I summon rude home movers that rudely and carelessly move the true thrown damaging it

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You freeze OMH, and a police sniper takes the opportunity to fire 333 consecutive shots! 70,000 damage to OMH!

The lauched acid spit hits true, sizzling the True Summonspitter's face for 60,000 damage!

The rude home movers carelessly move the True Throne off a cliff! A 10,000,000,000 block-tall cliff that just so happened to be on the one chunk of this false minecraft world with the "bottomless worlds" mod installed! The True Throne falls down, heading straight for the bottomless world Far Lands... known only as the Deep Lands. The darkest hell to ever exist in.

True Throne slain!

Despite the overwhelming victory of Lemon Quest, Alastair feels... tired. Exhausted. A deep, deep pain in his heart is weighing him down. A sorrow from a connection he has purposefully forgot, to protect someone he is both familiar with and a complete stranger to. A sorrow caused by the continuous pain and suffering a loved one is experiencing.

Alastair is reminded of his sorrow. Of the day his mother, brother, and friends were killed by the Godmodder without a chance to escape. The ensuing months of trying to hold down a job and only having enough money to feed his grandmother properly. The last month he spent with his grandmother as her pain, agony, and undiagnosed medical problems finally killed her.

The next two years dedicated to study and understanding, all inpreparation for killing the Godmodder, if only to save others from the same pain. But not once did he mourn. He didn't have time. And he didn't allow himself to.

Unable to hold it back anymore, he lets out the VAST WAIL, spreading this immense sorrow into anyone not aligned with AG outright. Those incapable of sorrow ended up growing a the ability just to feel this feeling. Those who felt it had the pain and despair intermingle with their own troubled feelings and pasts. And none of thme were equipped to handle it, the overwhelming sorrow instantly springing tears from their eyes just before they could conciously realize what was happening. Their limbs curled up, their faces scrunched, and their eyes shut to squeeze out more tears.

None of them could devote a single bit of energy to anything but the sorrow.

For Alastair, though, he had long mastered the art of Persevering. Once the VAST WAIL was complete, he stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes enough to see clearly. When he noticed he was up to his chest in the stuff, he put it into his inventory before moving to the True Throne. Then, with a simple drop button press, he dumped the lake's worth of tears onto the True Throne.

Utterly spent, he goes and leans against a bed shaped slab. The God-tier bed, to be exact. Unwittingly, he infects it with the power of sorrow, upgrading it from the God-tier Bed to the Sob-tier Bed. Normally it's a hilariously powerful boon to have Sob-tier, but having a God-tier bed modified has unexpected consequences...

(Action Summary:
Action 1: THE VAST WAIL - Stuns all non-AG entities with Sorrow!
Action 2: Lake of Tears Dropped on the True Throne
Action 3: Modified the God-tier slab with Sob-Tier power.)

EDIT: Correctied a spelling mistake and added a bit fo color to a word.

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The [N] Defenders are stunned by your backstory! And the extreme VOLUME and SORROW contained in your wail, only amplified by the on-loan megaphone from CaptainNZZZ!

Defender Captain: Alistair, I... I'm sorry, but... you're hitting us too...!

Your lake of tears attack is redirected to Old Man Henderson! Already salty, Old Man Henderson has his old wrinkly face dried into pure pruniness by the tears! 60,000 damage to him!

The God-Tier bed becomes a Sob-tier bed! Hmm...

+3 Attack Shields to the temporal guardian

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Temporal Guardian shielded!

1x action:
Through the power of BAD PUNS, G!Pionoplayer's God Tier Bed is now a TOG Tier Bed. But it still says God Tier... on a nameplate that will fall off right after G!Pionoplayer can't back out.

1x action: I call upon the power of UGANDAN KNUCKLES to spit on the Summonspitter. So a whole army of them come and spit on the Summonspitter with, as it happens, acid spit. They then leave, their work done.

1x action: I create a Nanothorn Chainsaw module with monomolecular nanothorns that will act like a chainsaw on the blade, once the blade is ready. I then attach it to Piono's sword.

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Your attempt to make use bad puns turns the sob tier bed into the S.O.B. tier bed! Oh no...

Why? The True Summonspitter is already stuck in stomach acid, and had acid shot at it, and now even MORE acid? WHY!? 70,000 damage!

Pionoplayer's blade now has the nanothorn adjective! EVEN! MORE! POWER!

I make Piono's sword Earth Shaking (I just... you know... stole the magic from Poseidon's trident) Blood spilling (You know how it is... give some serrated edges to bleed em out...) and Immortal slaying (Quality of Harpe? Nice, stolen...)

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Earth Shaking, Blood spilling, and Immortal Slaying adjectives added!

Action 1-3: I proceed to perform a non-undertale move that deals damage not related to undertale at all towards the True Throne. Nope. No references here. Move along.......

Kirby notices that Frisk is dead. The machine stops and proceeds to search for any Frisk related entities. The machine picks up on one. It charges up again and fires. The machine goes to Bill Nye first, Draining him of the evil DETERMINATION. The other beam heads right into Flowely's battleground. The beam heads straight towards HARD MODE Frisk. HM Frisk was watching in the background and out of sight of anyone. The beam engulfs the kid and starts its process. The evil DETERMINATION finally disappears and is replaced with HM Frisk's determination. HM Frisk, now having the evil determination, starts to go mad and kills himself. Due to the insane amount of power that was needed to make this happen, the machine blows up. It disappears into thin air. The explosion caused the ship to lose power for 10 seconds. After the power is restored, Kirby celebrated by eating cake. However, Kirby heard noises coming from the communications part of the ship. He jumps out and heads to the noise. Kirby looks inside and sees... a woman. She looked like she was wearing a high school uniform. She quickly turns around and smiles, "Hello! Who are you?"
Kirby rubbed his eyes and looks again shocked, "....Monika?"

Shadrix, Sans, and Gaster both survived another round of Flowey's attack. The deflection cost Flowey only 10 HP. Their shields only lost 1% of its integrity. Flowey calls the orange soul for help. The soul spawns multiple hands which proceed to punch the shields. Shadrix managed to call for help and stopped the attack. Their shields lost only 4% of its integrity.


TO BE CONTINUED...


BATTLE SCHEMATIC

Scene = Flowey's battlefield

AC
Shadrix HP: 99999999999999 ATK: ??? DEF: ??? (Suit set into DEF mode) (Filled with DETERMINATION) (Now has an energy shield. 94% integrity)
sans HP: 1 DEF: 1 (Powered by Shadrix's DETERMINATION) (Has a 100% dodge rate) (dodge rate can lower if tired) (Now has an energy shield. 94% integrity)
Gh@st3r HP: 666666 ATK: 6666 DEF: 66666 (Can't be harmed by normal means) (Can glitch out the enemy) (Now has an energy shield. 94% integrity)

PC
Chara HP: 99 ATK: 99 DEF: 99 (Filled with Determination) (Has 7 Butterscotch Pies) (can be revived upon death)
[BOSS] P. Flowey HP: 299,987 ATK: 100 DEF: 9999 (made with Chara's Glitches) (can save and load)

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You switch targets to the True Summonspitter upon seeing the True Throne is dead, and deal just enough damage to finish it off!

True Summonspitter slain!

Apparently I love lemons, otherwise I would never have eaten it from anything's stomach. Who knew?

Anyways... I'm guessing that the reason those players were feeling weaker was because they went so long without fighting the Godmodder? If that is true, I'll start immediately on finding a way out, before it's too late!

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Is this a nullpost? In any case, if you want to leave, the best way to do it is by stopping Go An Na and beating the sidequest.

(But, other than that... good observation. That was almost certainly the cause of the lost Player powers.)

The quiet watcher is puzzled at his lack of memories involving the party after the lemon quest had been completed, before writing it off as a good party. He uses two of his actions to complete the railway through the mountains, blowing up the occasional mountain that got in his way as the rails were laid with a sense of speed and efficiency. He uses his last one to stash a couple of lit sticks of dynamite in Henderson's jacket pockets.

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You try to stretch things out and get the Railway totally completed, but... agh! You're just not sure where to stop. These mountain ranges go for a long time and start curving eventually. Are you supposed to exit the mountain and keep going straight or curve with the mountain? In any case, +50% railway completion!

Henderson is a big fan of the classics. Except, of course, when they involve him getting blown up. 60,000 damage!

1x I empower the Piono's Sword with the power of Pianos, a haunting song is emitted from the sword, and any who dares fight against the Piono in this reality that was with us at the start, will freeze up and lose their will.
2x I start stockpiling explosives, redmatter bombs, tnts, nuclear bombs, reality ripping bombs, all the explosives.

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Piono's sword is now infused with Pianos!

You achieve a massive stockpile of explosives, and add it to your inventory!

Excellent! Naturally it's horrendously expensive but still useful to know. Such detailed data also provides a secondary bonus, knowledge of the Auto-sniper's construction. Let's see...ah, the point where the barrel attaches to the weapon's main body is a bit of a structural weak point. The damage boosting properties result in exponentially higher amounts of recoil than one would expect, requiring the weapon to be designed to be able to move when fired to avoid the weapon ripping itself in two.

Unfortunately this means the barrel's mounting point is loosely attached to allow even the barrel to move several more meters back than one would expect. A good, solid blow to that area would certainly cause shocking levels of damage...let me just inform the Temporal Guardian of this weak point via telepathic images. As always, two things are for success. First, creating a system of images that quite literally convey explain any possible command no matter its details to help avoid Godmodder trickery and second, go for the weak spots for increased effectiveness. (x1)

Hmmm, the Temporal Guardian remains a mighty bulwark but currently lacks the more Player based defenses. Attack shields, attack redirectors, and more!

Since I won't have the spare power to give the Temporal Guardian an attack redirector I instead take inspiration from the past to add a single precognition based auto-dodge, applying it carefully so something like attack shields are used up before it is. (x1)


The VAST WAIL, huh. You know the best to augment a fancy sorrow based status effect? The emotion amplifying megaphone I handed to Alastair just before the VAST WAIL was let off. Sometimes the simple things are the most effective of all. (x1)

Now on the Temporal Guardian's orders. Just listen to Crusher48 and follow his instructions for this turn, he knows what he's saying.

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The Temporal Guardian gains an auto-dodge, and his eyes glint with new knowledge; the knowledge of how to destroy the Auto-Sniper!

x1:
Eyowe puts a fancy suit over Piono's Sword Hilt. It's looking pretty sharp, eh?

x1:
...and now he's adding a bunch of scar stickers and "cursed flame dragon" tattoos all over the hilt. Now it's looking pretty edgy.

x1:
Not really having much else to do now that [Lemon] Quest is done, Eyowe pulls out a REAL ASS gun and shoots whatever [PG] guy is still up, priority order of Old Man Henderson > True Throne > True Summonspitter.

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The sword now has the "sharp" adjective! ...I guess it wasn't sharp before??

And "edgy" now, too. Did this sword suck as a sword until you came along, Krill?

You deal some REAL DAMAGE! A REAL 60,000 DAMAGE!

Action 1: The box continues to float about. It's top seems to fold open. Nothing happens. It sits there, waiting, expecting. Still nothing. the box flips over, shakes around, even slams into the ground. Odd. With no other choice, all of the box's side fold open, revealing tons, and tons, and tons, of lemons. Strange, the box only had one. At any rate, all of the lemons spill out of the box. And they just kind of sit there...
A groan echoes out of the box. The whole scenario seems to embody: "What to write? What to Write? What to WRITE!?" There seems to be another failure. If these keep stacking up, there'll be more failures than there are people. Odd. That hyperbole makes no sense. Odder. One of the lemons rolls off the top of the stack. Oddest. The lemon has a face on it. Oh no.
All of the lemons start to grow. Evil, demonic, destructive little faces form on the featureless fronts of those simple lemons. Arms, legs; feet, hands; all of these made from a continuous flow of lemon juice. An incomprehensible chatter begins among the newborn lemons. It sounds something like this:
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!"
In case you don't speak Leomonian, that is the cry of power, typically used to assign one as a leader. And so, the original leader reigns supreme over the lemon people. Now, it is time to form a proper government. It's a bit hard to translate, but apparently most of the lemon people are too lazy to create this government, so King Lemon the First now is the ultimate dictator. Oh well. As his first act as the Dúcái zhě, he orders his lemons to attack the tower. But... that's behind the Crystalized Shield and Cover Wall... I guess he forgot to read military strategy. Anyways, the great dictator King Lemon and his troops launch their offensive against the Cover Wall. The lemons stack on top of each other, forming intricate patterns and shapes. As the stack comes to fruition, it takes the form of a highly detailed tidal wave. Sitting at the top in a chair made of his guard lemons is King Lemon the First, leading his troops to victory. The wave of lemons crashes into the the Cover Wall. Lemon after lemon squishes against the might of the wall, but each one makes its small indent upon it. While the cover wall takes significant damage from the assault, the lemons are left broken, squished. An ocean of lemonade has spilled in front of the battered shield wall. Crushed lemon skins are left rotting on the ground. The only survivors of this terrifying attack are King Lemon and his royal guard.
Action 2: With his kingdom in ruin, King Lemon turns to attack those who killed his people (Hint: It definitely wasn't his fault). He will slay the Defenders with his own two hands. However, there's still a wall in the way. The king curses this infernal wall, or, more accurately speaking: "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-REEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Language. The king commands his remaining Knights of the Lemon Table (as they will be known in the history books) to destroy the wall by any... means... necessary. Now, this is where the history books sort of... embellish the truth. If you were to read "The Grand Rule of King Lemon the First," you would read a story about how the knights went on a great quest of the Lemon God, found the sacred Sword of Lemons, and struck the wall down with a single strike. While this is a great story, often remade into movies and books about humans, it is a complete lie. You see, the newly formed government didn't have many... moral laws. They don't know the difference between the morally righteous and just plain hideous. However, what they do know is power (King Lemon taught them well). So, they are able to feel the power coursing through every lemon. They know the power of death, understand their sacrifice, and know they died for the greater good. This line of thinking leads the Knights of the Lemon Table to believe that, because the dead have given their lives for them, they would still be willing to help. So, each of the Knights of the Lemon Table begin to drink the fallen lemonade of their brethren. This "blood" sacrifice invigorates each of the knights with true power, evil power. The knights stack upon each other once again, this time taking the form of some demonic creature. It is much smaller than the wave of death their people once made, but it is all the more powerful. The knights thrust forwards a pitchfork made of the skins of the fallen, striking the Cover Wall. They stab it once, twice, thrice, and the pitchfork falls. The knights become enraged. Their pure evil takes form as they charge into the Cover Wall. They hit the wall with all of their might, crushing the wall under their pure mass. However, the wall is still tougher than they, and the demonic form of the Knights of the Lemon Table falls, its lemonade spilling into a pool that has come to be known as the Lake of Evil.
Action 3: Upon the fall of his once proud, then demonic, now dead knights, King Lemon the First sheds tears. "How could they!?" he screams, or, as it was, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-NAH! WAAAAAAAAH NAH!" The king begins to rush at the Cover Wall, prepared to loose his life for his people. However, as he charges, he realizes his people died for him. He stops. Why risk his life failing where so many others have failed? He instead decides to address the direct problem: the Defenders. He examines the Cover Wall and realizes that he is a measly lemon. What risk does he pose? With this thought, he falls prone. Within the walls, the Defenders are starved. They have gone weeks, months, years, purely on food they have stock piled. All of it is stale, rotten. This is why, when one sees a perfectly good lemon just sitting outside, the Defender picks it up and takes it inside. The Defender gloats and brags about his amazing find, wanting to savor the envy of his fellows. However, just as he goes to take his first bite, the Defender is shocked to find the lemon move. King Lemon leaps from the Defender's grasp and scans the area. There he is. King Lemon leaps at the Defender Captain. This tale has been told and retold many a time. In most versions, King Lemon has a ferocious fight with the Defender Captain. King Lemon fights for his life, proving his worth as the King of the Lemons. However, he falls during the great combat, managing to mortally wound the Defender Captain in the process. Of course, this is all false. What really happens is that King Lemon leaps at the Defender Captain, but is shot during his ascent. His lemonade blood explodes out. While most of it hits completely useless spots and is ultimately pathetic, just a bit of it flies right into the Defender Captain's eyes, causing slight irritation and suffering, maybe even blindness. And so the tale of the First Lemon War ends. Years later, a new string of lemons will find this genetic balance to become their own kingdom. They will find the lore of their ancestors and create the strongest nation ever made. Unfortunately, this is a tale for another time.
Meanwhile, another minion of the black box is vacuuming up the lemon juice. This janitor reasons that there's no point in destroying the environment

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The cover wall crumbles to dust! It can't stand up to the power of LEMONS! The Defender Captain, in addition to being stunned from the wail, needs to take his eyes off the field to try and rinse them out! These cursed lemons! Whose idea was Lemon Quest, anyways?

(The great lemon nation... was it called... Lemontopia...?)

(X1) I first imbue P!Piono's Sword with the Adjective "Paradoxical" by imbuing my Safer Brand of Paradoxical Energies into it

(X2) I search deep within myself and pull out a few orbs of Emotions related to Anger,Bargaining And Acceptance And retroactively Grant those to Alastair to fully allow his VAST WAIL express his Grief through the 4 stages....the Orbs will also get infused with the Sorrow into the God Tier bed making it Grief-Tier

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Piono's sword is now Paradoxical!

The S.O.B. Tier bed is already in its ultimate form. It can only go downhill from here.

Action One: I create another progenitor machine, and assign a clone to it (+30 clones per turn, all equipped with sonic guns).

Action Two: I create another progenitor machine, and assign a clone to it (+30 clones per turn, all equipped with sonic guns).

Action Three: I assign my clones to begin doing research on ways to make he progenitor machine better. (+60 clones per turn, all equipped with sonic guns(?))

I actually have no idea how many clones I'm making or have, there's too many.

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Your massive army of clones needs an accounting department! For now, the amount you have is best described as "a bunch". Your clones will likely be left behind when the sidequest ends, so perhaps one last final use for them would be appropriate...

We are back.

3 ACTION FOCUS - RETURN: A giant Chaos Reach, coming across MULTIPLE FORUM GAMES, strikes one of the bosses. "Man, this is deja vu. I think I've seen this... 3 separate times before this?"

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170,000 damage to Old Man Henderson! He's almost dead, now...!

The Heir's hoodie glows that grey and green combo once more, as he once more holds his sword out to grant Piono's sword one more ability. As he focuses, his blade begins to change shape, taking every form of a sword he can think of, and then even cycling through just plain any weapon type conceivable. As he focuses on that, the seed of a blade he had planted in the hilt Piono made finally flourishes, making the blade finally take full form, and size. As this happens, Piono feels the blade in his hand linking to his mind, and senses that the ability to change its form to any he desires is now his. The Heir's blade then returns to normal.
Then, his hoodie glows teal once more, with the green and grey staying as well. As this happens, the auto sniper of the defenders suddenly feels an odd line of code . Deep within its processors, with no reason it would normally think of, it has been told it must now shoot at then Tower. A part of it tries to fight off this new code's control, but then suddenly, his consciousness is pulled into a neutral mental/computative battlespace, and the fight begins.

Within the mindspace, Jet dashes quickly at the sniper, and he moves too quickly for the sniper to get a bead on him to fire. Then, Jet is right in front of it, and chops the barrel of his battlescape gun in half. The sniper then does the only thing it can think of, and begins wildly spinning its arms, hitting Jet's sword arm. Somehow, this manages to knock the blade away, so Jet decides to begin an unarmed combat match. Jet delivers punches and kicks sporadically, flashstepping out of most of his opponent's wild flails. The Auto sniper does its best, but it simply cannot counter someone without its gun. Simultaneously, Jet does not appear to be able to do much to the sniper without his sword, but he just keeps on smirking as the fight progresses. Wild kicks are thrown, heads are smashed into the ground, but still, no outcome occurs. Then, Smirk appears in front of a desk, which has a computer on it which just finished sending one last code. "Plan successful, code sent. The Tower won't know what hit it. Time to leave."
Smirk and Jet dissolve out of the battlescape they had made, and the Auto Sniper rushes back to its own body. Unfortunately for it, the code has already run, and it ca do naught but watch as the shot rush straight at the tower, ignoring attack shields, dodges, and tearing through any bodyguards in the shot's way, since there is not, unfortunately for the Tower, any defenses of totalling more than 1,500,000 hp in between the sniper, and the tower, which is the minimum to save it from instant death.

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JUST BARELY, the Sniper realizes what is happening, and manages to twist a little, causing the shot to miss the Tower, and instead hit... the Shield Crystal, destroying it instantly!

Defender Captain: ...

...huh, I didn't actually mean to summon a Piono from an alternate DefTG.
To give a short breakdown Moniker, I intended to summon one of the Pionos from an... alternate continuity so to speak, called Destroy the Godmodder. While I am aware that mesesing around too wantonly with reality and time can cause trouble, I figured that since reality is on hold with Go An Na I could try out this bit of screwiness without risking instant multiversal annihilation.
There's also definitely something off with this Piono though, he's neither acting in accordance with the DefTG home-Piono's personality, nor is he controlled by me (why that's relevant is complicated but I won't get into it right now. Gotta save some secrets for the future eh?). I suppose the Godmodding's influence on his mind could explain some of it, but he's still very off. Broken almost. Oh well, it'll be resolved one way or another at some point, likely soon.



I reach up and catch the railrifle that comes my way from EternalStruggle, and smile, but it's not time to use it, not just yet.

Action 1:
I pick up the sword hilt, with action upon action and increasingly powerful powers heaped upon it. I've been prepping this for something special.
I turn to the others who helped me make it:
Karp, Ender, Strider, Krill, paradox, thank you. I know I tend to take the spotlight up a lot with my horrificly convoluted plots and nonsense, but... from the bottom of my heart, thank you for the trust and aid you have given me. I'll do my best to repay it.
I call upon my player powers, and a massive vat of liquid nitrogen rises out of the ground. I cast 5 different temperature drop spells and Ice IX on it, but because the liquid nitrogen is specially mixed liquid not-really-nitrogen it remains liquid, despite now being below absolute 0 in temperature.
I slip my hand into a cold-proof super glove, pick up the sword hilt, and then slam it into the vat, quenching it into a single, hard blade.

Action 2:
I pull the railrifle up, looking it over, and give EternalStruggle a thumbs up. Thank you buddy, I'll make this shot count.
I pull back the lever, and in one swift motion cock and load it.
With the sword.
The sheer power of the sword causes the railrifle to merge into the sword and the two combine together into a single powerful gunblade shining with immense power.
(Functionally this doesn't actually combine the two, I've just quenched the sword and loaded the railrifle so that my next attack has infinite defense piercing.)

Action 3:
I walk over to G!Pionoplayer, and glare down at him.
"Alright there, PUNK I think it's time we had a talk, you and me.
I'm the real Piono, regardless of reality origination or 'true existence' or any bullcrap like that because none of that really matters. Who you are and what you are isn't defined by your origins.
The kind of person you are is defined by your actions, and I think it's about time I showed you exactly why you're such a disgrace to the Pionoplayer name."
I raise up the gunblade full of seething firepower, pointed forwards until my arm curves, pointing not towards G!Pionoplayer, but off in a seemingly totally unrelated direction.
"Piono is not a name feared across dimensions, causalities and more existences than even you would think to shake a stick at because of powers.
I have not cultivated my reputation across sessions and events because I am or am not a godmodder, because of elemental nonsense or some ill-fated attempt at immortality.
Power comes in a lot of different flavors, and there is always a bigger fish.
The reason why I'm Piono and the reason that that even means anything is because I'm the most dangerous fish in the ocean, without needing any of those cheap gimmicks you rely on."
I fire the gunblade. It doesn't fire a bullet, it fires the entire blade. The blade shoots out across the battlefield at ludicrously high speeds, accelerating faster and faster.
"It doesn't matter if I have the strength of a minnow or I'm one swordsman against an army of five hundred thousand.
If I don't come out on top you can at least be sure that nobody else can say that fighting me was a good idea.
Because I understand how power works, how you cultivate it, how you protect it, how you earn it.
And I understand how to make my best shots count."
Everyone suddenly realizes what the blade launched by the gunblade is aimed for. It's not aimed for any of the bosses, it's not aimed to ricochet off a rock and back into G!Pionoplayer while he's distracted...
It's aimed right for the Defender's tower. The highly defended, highly upgraded, totally unprepared for an attack of the magnitude and manner that has been leveled at it by a team of 5 or so players using me as the focus.
And it's too late to stop it. The attack is already en route and the defenders spent all their actions on the autosniper.
The blade punches right through the cover wall, then the crystallized shield and then the shield crystal, not slowing even the tiniest bit thanks to the boost given it by the railrifle.
"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I'M THE REAL PIONO AND YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A PALE, PATHETIC ECHO?"
The blade collides with the tower.
Boom.
"THIS IS WHY."
The tower collapses, a long and drawn out catastrophic fall as it crumbles and goes up in flames in equal parts, phasing in and out of reality as explosions rack its entire form sending pieces of it scattering across the landscape.
"Because even for all your supposed power, for your godmodding and immortalities and plans for omnipotence, you are nothing.
You're just another fighter in a game for power, a name that nobody will remember beyond a thought of 'heh, I remember that, that was cool.' and NOTHING more than that."
The top of the tower slams into the ground, shattering into dust on impact.
"And me? Even stripped of my old plans, tossed into a world designed to hamper my abilities and stuck with nothing to support me but those whose trust I've earned along the way."
I grab his collar and pull his face close to mine.
"Even with nothing but that, I'm still a threat. I don't need phony titles and a sack of stolen souls to throw a wrench in other people's plans, and I sure as [CENSORED] don't need a flub like you."
I let go of him with a push. No damage is dealt, but he's probably not happy about being manhandled anyways. A burning piece of tower tumbles across the ground behind me.
"So, I'm going to repeat what I said before.
Get out of our way or get crushed by the boots of me and my friends."
I turn around to let him finish with his godtier bed. Whether it works or not, that's his business. So long as it doesn't interfere with mine, there won't be a problem.

I walk over to the Defender captain, who probably hasn't died yet from the tower exploding, even if just because of cutscene dramatic tension.
"When we started this fight I told you you'd be removed if you had to be.
That wasn't an empty threat.
Consider this your eviction notice."
I walk away.

(sorry for the theatrics moniker, I started coming up with this idea and was gonna find someone to hand the hilt off to once it was finished, but then I had the idea for this sequence and needed an excuse to write it out.
Thanks again to everyone who helped make this combo possible, I know I tend to be the one in the spotlight, but it really needs to be said I can only do these things because you guys trust me enough to help with them. Thank you, all of you.

Action summary:
Action 1: Quench the blade hilt, finishing it for it's singular use.
Action 2: Load the railrifle, as specified in its stats my next action bypasses all forms of defense.
Action 3: I use the quenched sword on the Defender's Tower and thanks to Action 2 it goes unaffected by the defensive structures. Hopefully everyone else's help was enough to get it up to full power because I really don't wanna get insta-gibbed by the autosniper. Fingers crossed I guess.)

This harebrained scheme brought to you by: me, EternalStruggle, Krill13, Paradoxdragonpaci, ranger_strider, ender_smirk, Daskter, and Karpinsky.

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This post will take effect at the end of the turn!

I sucker-punch Old Man henderson, steal his golf clubs and cast-iron cookwear and shit, then smelt the stolen goods down into material for the Mountain Railway.

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Old Man Henderson SLAIN! That's it! That's everything...!

With Old Man Henderson gone, the local municipal authorities and bees fade into nothingness and irrelevance.

You manage to figure out the last of the logistics... you think. In any case. Railway 100% complete.

Seeing what pionoplayer is about to do I decide to lend my current allotted energy to their attack as to make it even more effective. 'I wish for pionoplayer attacks to be empowered as to make them more damaging!' Suddenly the sword that pinonplayer is using gains a red gleam to it and hums with energy! (3 CP)

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Your power joins that of all the others...

I punch an enemy. Thrice.

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Currently, there are no enemies, unless you count the Tower Defenders.

Defender Captain: Which, apparently, many Players do!

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Three very, very important things happen this turn.

The first is the firing-off of Pionoplayer's attack.

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Pionoplayer launches his sword! The defenders, too stunned from the powered-up WAIL, and the defender captain, still rubbing lemon juice out of his eyes, can't even try to move into its path! The sword flies directly over the ruined defenses (which it would've been able to bypass anyways) and arrives straight at the tower!

And then the Edgy Sharp Paradoxical Nanothorn Explosive Laser Sharper Bacon Silent Earth-Shaking Immortal-Slaying Blood-Spilling Duct Taped Piano Pie-Motivational Sword Hilt (level 21) puts its adjectives to work.

First, it stops in front of the tower. Sharply dressed in a nice suit, it appears to be an extremely intimidating business-like sword. The tower is filled with dread at the sight. The sword, motivated to be as intimidating as possible by the pie it just had, opens its mouth:

Sword: All existence is pain and suffering - as you are about to learn.

The extreme edginess of the sword strikes more fear into the tower - but not as much fear as it feels when the sword actually strikes. It starts by exploding, immediately rending the tower in 2, and then the sword continues flying around the tower, using its sharper edge and laser blade to dice the tower into many, many pieces, down to the last bricks! You expect it to make a lot of noise, but it is oddly silent... the earth shakes as the immortal tower falls to the ground, spilling its blood everywhere! The sword flies down to it, using its giant duct-taped blade to begin flattening out the bricks into a solid sheet! Once all the bricks are a highly compressed solid sheet, the sword rises up into the air again, and paradoxifies a piano to fall directly onto the sheet, shattering it into a million brick pieces! Nanothorns shoot out of the sword, eviscerating every single piece, breaking it further apart! The tower, having taken around 4 times its health bar in damage, is nothing but a pile of rubble.

Also. Bacon was there, too.

The Defender Captain, lemon juice finally removed from its eyes, stares at the pile of rubble...

Tower destroyed!

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The second important thing to happen this turn involves G!Pionoplayer, the last remaining character from the League of Most Hated Characters.

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G!Pionoplayer lays down, head back, eyes closed, on his uncomfortable-yet-powerful God-Tier bed... or at least. He THINKS its a God-Tier bed.

G!Pionoplayer's post:

Let's do this.

With all my actions, I summon three swords, and cleave my chest open three times, ensuring an instant, painless, and clean kill.

Its time to go God-Tier.

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The swords strike true.

G!Pionoplayer slain!

...Or, of course, that's what it looks like. The more Homestuck-versed among you immediately recognize the flashing lights coming from the God-Tier bed, as an ASCENSION begins. Somebody yawns and puts a Temporal Manipulation field on it, speeding up the cutscene 10x. Makes it significantly more bearable.

In the end, the flashing lights conclude, showing a Pionoplayer rising up in dreamself clothes, with the newfound powers of both Godmodders, Players, and... S.O.B. Tier.

Wait. What?

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A narrator voice begins playing in the background.

S.O.B. Tier, or, "Son Of a *****" Tier, is only achievable in incredibly rare circumstances, such as when Players use their Player powers to modify a God-Tier bed just as a version of themselves from an alternate timeline originating out of seemingly nothing is about to die on it. Indeed, S.O.B. Tier has only been achieved twice: Right now, and the other time before this time.

You... you tricked me. You all tricked me.

I come here to help you. And you all betray me.

Why?

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S.O.B. Tier confers incredible powers. For example, it gives you the power to not get arrested by the police. All you have to do to use this power is not commit any crimes, or be mistaken for committing a crime. It also gives you the power to live longer. All you have to do to activate this power is eat healthy, have consistent medical checkups, and exercise frequently.

You know what? Forget the why. I'm DONE.

You all tried to kill me. I think negotiations are over. If my death is inevitable, I'm certainly going to take some of you down with me.

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Despite the incredible powers granted to holders of the S.O.B. Tier, it has one extraordinary disadvantage. Specifically, it defines that when somebody tries to attack their own allies, they die instantly. This is especially true if them dying is the best option for everyone involved.

FOCUS: SMASHPOST: Watership Down

The Players hear a rumbling, and a storm begins falling down. At first, the Players wonder if this is the entrance of a second Soulrazer! But no, it's-

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G!Pionoplayer immediately has a heart attack and dies!

G!Pionoplayer slain!

A giant judgement clock falls out of the sky. The middle hand of the clock ticks between two opposing sides, one colored green, the other colored blue. The green side reads "Dead". The blue side, however, reads... "Ded".

G!Pionoplayer is judged to be permanently Ded.

All League of Most Hated Characters enemies slain!

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The third and final thing to happen, is, of course...

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Players! We've done it!

-We stopped that giant Spider!
-We destroyed all the terrible items in our inventories!
-We took our every last one of the Sealed Bosses!
-AND we took out all of the League of Most Hated Characters!
-We beat every last one of Lemon Quest's 1,000,000 parts! Mostly by bypassing them, but that's called EFFICIENCY.
-Last but not least, we destroyed the Defender's tower! Against their wishes, but... honestly, I'd argue it isn't that they took advantage of us as much as we did them.

That's every last bit of Go An Na's influence! I can feel his influence retreating from this place! We've -

...Oh, hang on. Turns out the reason his influence was retreating is because Go An Na HIMSELF is coming! Everyone, protect yourselves!

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Where the tower was, a rift tears open. Immediately, you once again feel that crushing weight. The desire to get on your knees, clutch your head, and wait for it to be-

NO! You can't do that now! You have to STAND UP!

And every Player does. Some alone, some clasping hands with others, some outright helping others up. But despite the extraordinary mental weight, nobody stays down.

Why do you resist?
Why do you resist?
Why do you resist?
Why do you resist?
Why do you resist?

Go An Na comes through the rift. He's too ugly to even describe. Tentacles, faces, eyeballs, tongues. You name it, he has too much of it.

It's useless.
It's useless.
It's useless.
It's useless.
It's useless.

Looking at him almost makes you wish this would all end. But then you realize that would mean seeing him again an infinite number of times, so you stand firm!

This Reality shall become my entertainment. I shall know all, and be all!
This Reality shall become my entertainment. I shall know all, and be all!
This Reality shall become my entertainment. I shall know all, and be all!
This Reality shall become my entertainment. I shall know all, and be all!
This Reality shall become my entertainment. I shall know all, and be all!

No you shall not! Players! Arbiter Action is ready! I'm putting everything I have into this one!

Go An Na roars, and sends out a shockwave! The Players stay standing, as do the Defenders! But the Scrangler and everything else irrelevant ceases to exist!

But then, as the sky glows red, and the innocent Minecraft blocks on the world's surface begin to erode away, a strongly colored glow shines amidst it all, temporarily competing with Go An Na's salmon light show. That glow comes from a simple transparent cube, about the size of one of the minecraft blocks you've become accustomed to. Before you can wonder to yourself what it is, it begins to expand, until its a cube just as big as Go An Na! A bit bigger, in fact! Big enough... to CONTAIN Go An Na.

This cube isn't an attack - its a prison. I'm not strong enough to destroy Go An Na entirely. The godmodder also isn't strong enough. An architect might be able to, but they're not here anymore! But I am strong enough to make this! This prison will weaken him, and prevent him from doing anything while inside... or at least, its supposed to. It could use a little extra help... and some creativity. And the only ones who can provide that are you, Players!

The prison begins to float towards Go An Na, who acts paralyzed - because he is paralyzed, just for this turn!

But the prison stops moving, caught by five beams of light - five beams of light from the Defenders! And at their front is the Defender Captain...

Defender Captain: Players, please. We're all on the same team. We're all TOGETHER.

Defender Captain: Let's ♀ go ↨↓## Go An Na

The Temporal Guardian flies in from the side, slamming into the Defender Captain, throwing him a significant distance out of the way! The Defender Captain lands on his feet, and rushes at the Temporal Guardian! The two begin clashing, but the Temporal Guardian barks out an order; he'll take care of the captain, but you need to deal with the other 5!

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TL;DR:

-The Tower was destroyed
-G!Pionoplayer was slain
-All your various objectives were accomplished
-Go An Na has arrived
-I'm trying to imprison Go An Na
-You need to spend this turn either "buffing" Go An Na's prison, or dealing with one of the Defenders! They'll probably need about a focused action each! What buffs to give Go An Na's prison? Well... anything you can think of! For example, a video game system with 50 games included, but all 50 games are Superman 64.

MINECRAFT WORLD CONSTRUCT:

ITINERARY:
-Help Imprison Go An Na!
-Ensure every Defender is out of the way!


[AG - CaptainNZZZ]Temporal Guardian: 4,500,000/6,400,000 HP, 500,000 x 2A, Special: Za Warudo: In use! (-10,000 damage from all attacks)(20% dodge rate+1 Auto Dodge)(+250,000 HP per turn)(miniboss+status effect resistance)(poison resistant)(protected from 3 attacks)(has spatial warping necklace - saves from fatal blow) (struggling with Defender Captain!)

[PG]Defender Captain: 20/20 HP (prepared to defend Go An Na!) (struggling with Temporal Guardian!)

[AG]Defender A: 20/20 HP (prepared to defend Go An Na!)

[AG]Defender B: 20/20 HP (prepared to defend Go An Na!)

[AG]Defender C: 20/20 HP (prepared to defend Go An Na!)

[AG]Defender D: 20/20 HP (prepared to defend Go An Na!)

[AG]Defender E: 20/20 HP (prepared to defend Go An Na!)

Curse of No Charging

PLAYERS:
Alastair Dragovich: 17/20 HP
Arsenical: 17/20 HP
Bill Nye: 20/20 HP (has Gauntlet)(has boots)
Captain.cat: 20/20 HP
CaptainNZZZ: 20/20 HP
Cephalos Jr.: 20/20 HP
Crusher48: 15/20 HP
Dangan_Machin: 20/20 HP (magical relic - saves from one death at 1 HP!)
Daskter: 20/20 HP (holding handful of shrapnel grenades)(has massive stockpile of explosives)
Dragon of Hope?!?: 20/20 HP
Eevee Shadow Bacon: 20/20 HP
Ender_Smirk: 17/20 HP
EternalStruggle: 16/20 HP (has Railrifle, spend one action to launch a defense-bypassing attack)
FlamingFlapjacks: 20/20 HP (has tophat - contains 1 boots of slowness, 1 helmet of betrayal)
General_Urist: 20/20 HP
GoldHero101: 20/20 HP
Joebobobob: 15/20 HP
Jukebot: 20/20 HP
Karpinsky: 20/20 HP
Krill13: 20/20 HP
O.R.I.G.I.N.: 20/20 HP
Paradoxdragonpaci: 20/20 HP (has superior dark chocolate)
P!Pionoplayer: 20/20 HP
Ranger_Strider_: 20/20 HP
That-Random-Guy: 20/20 HP
The_Quiet_Watcher: 20/20 HP
The_Two_Eternities: 20/20 HP
The Ego: 20/20 HP
Vylad: 20/25 HP (has wound healer)
Winkins: 30/20 HP (has Epipen)(wielding Greatsword/Shield, sword mode, 6 power)

Current Player Power: 50,000
You have the Weather-Beaten Journal and the Perfect Condition Journal.

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The Perfect Condition journal, dropped in shock at Go An Na's entrance, lies on the ground, opened to the final entry...

We talked to the Defender Captain. Well... it was more like a shouting match. We even ended up trying to work as a team to take him down him, all 5 of us together. But of course it didn't work. Our feeble attacks bounced off his defenses. Throughout it all, he never struck back - he just said he was disappointed we were trying to fight him, and was quick to forgive when we stopped... he doesn't act like the hyperaggressive morons we've fought in the past at all...

In any case, this is going to be my last entry. The Defender Captain unveiled a special project he'd been at work on while I was asleep; a special white device with 5 slots. He says that if we get inside, we'll be instantly teleported home. He set up the redstone mechanisms to instantly complete the quest for us using some leftover materials from the "test run" - or, that's what he claimed. All the other Players have doubts, as do I. But... when given the choice between gambling on the authenticity of someone who seems to have done nothing but be kind to us, or dying of old age in some shallow Minecraft world... well. The choice is obvious.

I can only hope we've made the right decision.