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Defeat The Godmodder

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I look at that stuff that happened when it happens so i see it happen.
raising a hand, I clench it into a fist. mostly because this looked like the time to be cool and dramatic.
When everyone(who is paying attention but not thinking really hard or thinking beyond the obvious cliches) is thinking i'm about to write some long post, or try to viciously attack someone, I mentally review the turn.
hm...
well, pionos sword thing on the tower was Also cool and dramatic sounding!
and he probably didn't do it literally to sound cool and dramatic, which makes it more valid!
I'm gonna animate it as a thing. or something.
To be more specific I intend to play animations of Go An Na's failures and/or lost bits of influence on repeat on the cube to distract him.
Especially the tower one.
This is basically the opposite of dramatic, and is functionally kicking a dog while he's down, assuming Go An Na is down.
and the possibly-unjustified assumption that Go An Na's basically already down just makes things every wurs for 'm.

Here it is! BASK IN AWE I MADE THIS OVER THE COURSE OF BUT 2.5 DAYS. That might not sound that impressive but every rock there needed its own path, fully animated, by me. and to curve them i needed to go back to each rock several times, but to make them affect one-another i needed to do the stages in a loop which meant i needed to color them to tell which i'd done that 'round' of editting so i had to undo that and-
Ahem. Animating is hards.
Anyway yeah that helps keep Go An Na down. and it looks cool. that's mostly why i did it but might as well reap what rewards i can from it.

Other planned actions:
Ech I wrote these already then lost them! Gdarnith
[1] I keep trying to keep rapture. to summarize my post from before it got wiped by post editors, I try:
Flesh flowing 'like wax' to fuse with it, stabbing myself with it a la Jack Noir, stabbing myself with it a la The Twenty-Fifth Night, stabbing myself with it a la Sephiroth... a lot of them are stabbing myself, so lets say I do them all at once.
Anyway, there's also eating it, making it into my skull, using the Soulsword ritual i was going to use on the JOEsword on it to let me send it into nonexistance and call it back across reality, and so on.
If none of those work, I break it to release the elemental energies and channel them into a special element-manipulating +elemental-energy-generating organ called 'The Organ'*, hopefully super-charging 'The Organ' into actually being useful mechanically. Technically, it's not even Rapture any more, so it might be easier...? maybe?

[1]This action made me have to rewrite everything... ahem. I note that Rapture is not considered part of Go An Na's influence.
Also, Rapture is an item.
Rapture is a presumably useful item, which came from DLE!Pionoplayer.
G!Pionoplayer just died (twice).
G!Pionoplayer was a Godmodder.
Godmodders have soul orbs, which have been described as an item ('the method of creating them is unknown') as opposed to being some kind of space spell (which would be like 'upon becoming a Godmodder, they immediately gain a new ability...').
In conclusion, I pilfer the Soul Orb from S.O.B!G!Pionoplayer's corpse, and try to attach it to myself in a weaker version of whatever connection Godmodders have with them, so that it counts as a part of me, but doesn't influence me. personality death is a pretty terrible concept if you ask me... Anyway, I'm determinide to porfit from 'tis.

oh, and [0] "Moniker, don't sell yourself short. while you probably can't equal 30 different people writing things up for the cube, you can be creative too. for example, assuming you made the description for S.O.B. tier? that stuff was pretty funny. so.... yeah."


*Organ previously mentioned at several points including when I did the 'The Rock' attack series.
 
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FOCUS!
I charge Defender E! Clearly as he is defending and I am charging this is basically some sick game of football! I slam into the defender, and instead of simply pushing him along, grab onto him, and teleport us into a nether portal. After I push him through, I quickly destroy the portal behind me. My one goal will be keeping this one defender stuck here forever. I will stop his attempts to return, at all costs!
 
Focused Action: Wait. There's decent odds the Defender Captain has created Defenders A-E via brainwashing severely weakened Players in the last Sidequest. So, let's reverse that.

First, I manifest an incredibly advanced defensive mental wall, of the sort that protects players against mind-control and manipulation effects.

You do realize that they're probably too far gone, right?

You know what, you're probably right. But I've already made this mental wall...

Alright, here's what I do. I jam the mental wall into the minds of one of the defenders, right in their brain stem. The result is a defender that's paralyzed and can't actually do anything.
 
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"Oh good, he is waking up!"
"Thank goodness!"
"..... what happened?'
"It is a bit of a long story. but you are good now!"
"We will explain everything once we are out of this situation"
"...Alright then...."


Action 1-3: I go over to Defender A and I give him some food. being a defender he needs his food. He starts eating it but right after, he feels like he is melting. he looks to see that the food is covered in invisible acid that once it touches someone's insides, their bodies start to become mush. I laugh at him as he melts.


On the ship, Kirby stands in shock to see Monika alive and in the flash. Kirby wipes his eyes and looks once again, "Monika? You are here? How?"
Monika looks on confused, "I… don't actually know. Am I supposed to be "Monika"?
Kirby freezes for a moment. "Wait… you don't know who you are?"
Monika shrugs, "Does anyone truly know who they are?... Man, that sounded oddly poetic."
Kirby sighs, "Oh dear..."
Kirby goes to the terminal and calls Shadrix.

"Sir, we got a problem. M-"
"Kirby! What's going on with the machine, did it work?"
"Yes sir, it worked as intended. However, there is someone here on this ship with me. Let me get her on the line. Monika! Someone wants to talk with you!"
"Wait, Monika?"
Monika looks at the screen and sees Shadrix's face. She smiles, "Finally, a familiar face! Or at least, one that isn't a pink puffball. No offense, little buddy."
"None taken" Kirby smiles
Shadrix is taken aback by Monika's presence, "... Monika… I can't believe it… it's you!"
Monika raises an eyebrow, "...apparently? Are you some kind of stalker?"
"... Wait what?" Shadrix gives Monika a confused look. "You don't know who you are? You're Monika, the Literature Club president!"
Monika looks on with even more of a confused face, "All I know is, I just woke up here. But maybe you should join a club like that, because that's a pretty good story."
"... You don't believe me?"
"It just doesn't seem real. Nothing does."
"Oh dear… ok look, My name is Shadrix and this is-"
Monika cuts him off, "Now that name sounds familiar for some reason. Then again, it's pretty unique sounding. Makes sense that would stick."
"Huh… alright… Kirby, pull up the feed for Doki Doki Literature Club!"
"On it sir!"
Kirby gets on the terminal and inputs the coordinates. The feed comes back with nothing. Just darkness. "Uh, sir?"
"What?"
"... The universe is gone."
"... Can you repeat that?"
"The Doki Doki Literature Club universe is gone. Someone must have deleted it."
"But who could have?"
"I dunno sir!"
"Is there any records that show anything about DDLC!"
Kirby pulls up the ship's library. Nothing shows up on any database.
"...Nothing sir."
"Dang it!"
Monika is now looking concerned, "Which means there's nothing to prove that any of what you're saying about whoever I am is true. Convenient, and annoying."
Shadrix gives a big sigh. "Ok, hmmm… once I deal with Photoshop Flowey and Chara, I will come and help. For now, just keep her company alright?"
"On it sir!"
"Good, see you both soon!"
Kirby cuts communication. "Welp looks like you are stuck with me!"
Kirby makes a cute face. Monika smiles, "Keep being that adorable, and I don't think I'll mind too much. Ahaha!"
Kirby smiles, "This might be a battleship, but everybody's gotta have some downtime. Come on, there's plenty of things to keep ourselves going."
Kirby goes to the recreational section of the ship. Monika follows. Kirby inputs some codes and the door opens revealing a giant piano standing in the middle of the room.
"Here we are!"
Monika looks at the piano. Something about it seems familiar to her, "This looks amazing! For some reason, I was expecting it to be more...flat, but not exactly? I don't know how to describe it."
"It's alright! Hang on, I've got to go and look out for Bill Nye, so if you can play around for a bit, I will be right back!"
Kirby starts to walk away but Monika stops him, "Wait! Earlier, I have to admit...I thought you guys kidnapped me. It feels like there's a song in my head, that I heard so long ago, except it's...everything. But you've been so nice to me, and you're looking out for your friend, and this Bill Nye. I can tell, you really care. I guess I'm trying to say, thank you."
Kirby smiles, "You are welcome! Have fun!"
Kirby then heads back to his seat. He then continues to watch Bill Nye.

TLDR: Monika is now at the ship and Kirby is watching over her.

Shadrix, Sans, and Gaster do the same thing they did the last turn. They defend which cost them 5% of their shields and took out 100 HP away from flowey. They save another soul and Flowey's defense decreases.

AC
Shadrix
HP: 99999999999999 ATK: ??? DEF: ??? (Suit set into DEF mode) (Filled with DETERMINATION) (Now has an energy shield. 89% 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. 89% 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. 89% 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: 299,887 ATK: 100 DEF: 999 (made with Chara's Glitches) (can save and load)
 
Alastair is struggling to stay on his feet. It wasn't just the corrupt monster's influence he had to fight, but the weight of his own sorrows. He looked up at the cage, the prison for the eldritch monster and how slow it was that it was caught by mere beams of light.

Trembling, Alastair decides to act by turning his sorrow into anger, and his anger into DARKNESS (of the Heart)! He floods the Prison with the power of Darkness to imbue it with the Speed of Darkness, which is always faster than light since it always gets there before Light does and always instantly appears the moment light leaves! The Prison now moves fast enough to dodge between light particles making up the Defender's Beams and immediately absorbs Go An Na, now capable of chasing it down and capturing it without fail whenever an escape occurs! After all, the Cage will already be there if there's no light, and Go An Na is clearly a light hating monster, being that generically evil!
 
"Moniker... PLEASE!"

3 ACTION FOCUS - TRUE BESEECH: Using all the latent faith inside of me and asking Moniker, "Help us seal Go An Na away... for all of time!"
 
(3 Actions!)
(FOCUS!)
Done admiring my shiny new gear, I heft it over my shoulder and create a large spinning top. Making sure I took out the EpiPen that has been kindly given to me by the Arbiter, I stab my thigh with it for the acts of violence that I'll be doing so I may attack for the several turns with no fear of heart attacks.

With a sharp pull on the rope that's around the top, I quickly jump on top of the toy, making sure to make myself immune to dizziness and any sort of motion sickness and let the spinning toy let rip and starts its path of devastation towards one of the Defenders.

With sword in hand, I make sure to spin on top of the top as well as I add more cutting power to this attack to test its sharpness. The torque being produced from my actions starts picking up wind. Soon enough, a tornado starts to form around the spinning form of the top and blocks are soon sucked up into our path to be diced up when they are pulled towards the level of my blade and sharp rubble is shot out and kept in the tornado. Of course, seeing as this was directed at the Defenders in the first place, and started off slow, they surely had enough time to dodge it. That was what they had thought at the beginning when it was just the large spinning top and a guy with a large sword on top of it. Instead, they now face a spinning chopping tornado of death that has grown large enough that the suction is starting to pull them in.

As an example of what may happen to a living being after being sucked into that disaster, an armored horse that was probably owned by a player from distant past is seen flailing in panic in the tornado. Which was surprising in itself as the sharpened objects that were already in the tornado should have killed it before getting as close to the bottom of the tornado as it did with all the other farm animals, must be the armor. Well, anyways, back to the horse's fate, upon reaching the level where the blade is spun, the horse became nothing more than leather and quickly is cut to barely ribbons in the second or two it spent there.

Taking that gruesome sight as the cue to freaking JET, the Defenders ran away with haste... only for two of them to trip on the dirt that decided to be sucked into the spinning top of death, carrying them with it and into the spinning demise.

...

The scene shifts to me finishing two graves and praying for them and paying respect to the gruesome deaths.

...

My stomach rolled on itself at the violence and death that I've delivered but was quickly shut down from my application of the Epipen, making sure my body doesn't overact from my allergies on performing violence. As I wait for the next turn to come, I clean off the... stains from that stunt till the next comes by.
 
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1. /open ''World/GoAnNa/DefenderE''

...

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Name : Defender E
HP : 20/20
Function : Protect Go An Na from the players

/edit Function

...


Enter new input.

''Attack Defender D to help the players''


...


Done. Shutting down...
2. I summon a smiley icon over Attacker E so that we recognise him from the others.
3. I put a ice cream machine in Go An Na's prison. It has three tastes : vanilla, chocolate and suffering
 
Go, a syllable used as part of a magic spell that would instantly banish the life from any living being.

An, a syllable used to force something to begin Anew - its applications were as numerous as they were terrifying.

Na, a syllable used to indicate absolute and true hopelessness.
ES recalled the Truth chapter relevant to the current situation, and the three syllables making up their foe. By countering each of them in the cage, he would surely be greatly weakened. Reaching betwixt the skeins of fate, he pulled for a dread leather-bound back. Specifically, a dictionary. Didn't actually have any magical powers, it was just a really old dictionary. One as old as Go An Na itself. He looked deep into its pages, and found what he sought. Three counter-syllables that would react with the spell like matter to antimatter, mutually annihilating, or in this case suppressing. Yes, it would be a great blow. And so, eyes closing, he spoke the three syllables, each with a booming authority expected of kings, emperors... gods.

"Et," A syllable used as part of the original, primal spell of resurrection, returning true life to a fallen being.

"Er," The syllable said to precede the Time of Ending itself. Nothing could begin anew after this syllable was spoken truly, only end and decay. This speaking was not so potent, but mighty enough that it would counteract the An.

"Nal." The last syllable, the additional l coming after the Na changing the meaning fully. As dawn will always follow night, so too will hope eternally spring forth from the rotted corpse of hopelessness. As such, this syllable means one thing: The complete conviction in the idea of hope, its possibilities, its inevitability.

With these three symbols etched onto the cage, its effectiveness would be exponentially increased. With some further additions, it should prove up to the task.
 
x3 or FOCUSED:
Eyowe gets REAL with one of the Defenders.

Eyowe: The effects of the multiversal climate change caused by Go An Na's hideous visage is very concerning. We, as residents of this multiverse, must do something about it, don't you think so, Defender [insert letter here]?
Eyowe: Also, the working conditions for defending him is quite horrendous. I mean, the generally-agreed-upon minimum wage as a Go An Na defender is one piece of french fry at least 3 inches long, but I heard that he only pays his employees a piece of french fry 2 inches long. That's like, an entire third of what he should be paying his employees!
 
FOCUS:
There was an idea... to create a Cinematic Universe of epic proportions. And it succeeded.

The greatest movie in this Cinematic Universe was called Endgame. And no person dared spoil it for others. Not even Go An Na. Well, actually, not quite. Go An Na would spoil it if he could. But he hasn't seen it, and really wants to.

So I spend all my might fashioning a thin, fragile shield of frozen sound around Go An Na's prison. If Go An Na so much as touches it, it will break and the sound will unfreeze. And the spoilers of every single moment in Endgame will come crashing against Go An Na's thousand ears, echoing into eternity and ruining his experience forever.

Unless, of course, he stays in the prison like a good world-ending eldritch abomination.
 
(I was thinking Lemonia, but Lemontopia is probably better)
Action 1: Now, the black box seems to have no lack of inspiration. The box's top rises up like some sort of elevator, revealing the most evil thing known to any species. A math teacher. The teacher just kind of observes the area, looking for the problem children in the class, maybe measuring a few things, practicing Pythagorean Theorem. No one really knows. Then the teacher's eyes fall upon Defender B. A grimace grows across the teacher's face. Defender B isn't doing anything different from the others. Defender B is just another face in the crowd. But, everyone knows how teachers get paranoid. Every breathe is an answer given to a classmate, every time you bite your lip, you're chewing gum, every time you eyes rest upon some random object in front of you is another time you're reading the answer sheet. And Defender B just keeps panting. Poor soul. However, the teacher doesn't care. She hastily walks up to Defender B. She quickly scans him for any obvious dress code violations. No dice. It's time for the paranoia. "You! Yes, you. Defender..." She checks his name tag. "...B. You are in a heaping helping of trouble." The Defender is confused. Who is this woman, and why is he in trouble? It was Defender C who- "You, mister, need to work harder in school." Again, the Defender has no idea what the teacher is talking about. He had straight A's in defender school, did plenty of extra curricular activi- "Really, a B!? We both know you can do better." But, B is just his ID. He just signed up a bit after A- "I mean, in all seriousness, a B is the worst grade. An A, that is what we call perfection. The A is the grade all students stride towards. It is the true holy grail of education. Skipping down the alphabet, a C signifies a lack of effort. A C says, "I did as little work as possible to still pass." Continuing on, a D, at least a D shows effort. A D stands for a student who puts in plenty of effort, but just isn't meant to learn the material. Do we even need to say that E stands for "Exceeds Expectations"? No, we don't. But a B, a B is the antithesis of education. A B signifies a failure. Yes, a B is a passing grade, but it just isn't impressive. A B says, "I know the material, but I failed to apply it effectively." This B, means that you know the material, but you don't know how to use it. That B you wear on your badge, it isn't a sign of honor. It is a sign of a failure who could do Better!" At this point, Defender B is nearing tears. He finds himself buying into all of this. It is a teacher after all. "Now, you should go think about how you could do better... in ISS. Go ahead, I don't have all day." Defender B drops his beam and just walks away, forgetting he doesn't know where In School Suspension is, or if it exists.
Action 2: "
POP QUIZ!" The teacher runs around and hands each Defender a math test. They all stare at it, confused. However, the teacher isn't done yet. She gives them each chairs, desks, pencils, pens, erasers, reference sheets, and even gives them each a mint. Defender A quickly skims through the test, just to see what he's dealing with before he starts. Defender C just kind of sits around to make sure he actually has to do the test, trying to blow it off for as long as possible before he actually "tries". Defender D is still reading the instructions. Defender E is already blasting through the multiple choice section (metaphorically, of course). Defender B is in ISS. The teacher slowly paces around her four pupils. She glares menacingly at Defender C, who finally decides to start working on the test. Defender A raises his hand and asks a question about a parabola, which the teacher quickly clarifies. Defender D continues to shake his head as he stares at question 1. Defender E raises up his work sheet and shouts, "Done!" The teacher puts her fingers to her lips and takes the test. Minutes pass. Finally, a bell rings in the background. "Class dismissed! Everyone hand me their papers as they leave the room." Not certain where "the room" is, the Defenders each hand their test to the teacher. Defender A smiles as he hands in his neatly written test, Defender D frowns as he gives the teacher his half done test, Defender E sits there, laughing at his fellow Defenders, and Defender C hands in his test, acting confident. The teacher frowns at this. She quickly flips through all of the pages and notices he didn't show any work. None. The teacher looks up and stares into Defender C's eyes. The Defender stares back, smiling confidently with his eyes slightly wider than one would expect. They continue this contest of stares for a minute, each one testing the other. Finally, Defender C looks away, puts his hand up to keep him from seeing the teacher, and shakes his head. The teacher screams. "YOU CHEATED ON YOUR POP QUIZ!!!" Defender C immediately goes on the defensive. "What? No I didn't." However, it's too late. "LIAR!!!" The teacher flies forwards at insane speeds. She grabs at her back and somehow pulls a meter stick out of midair. She takes this in both hands and starts hitting Defender C with it again, and again, and again. "CHEATERS DESERVE TO DIE!" The teacher does a quick spin and sends the meter stick right into Defender C's gut. The Defender groans and falls over. The teacher continues her attack, switching her target from his gut to his head. After about three strikes against his head, the meter stick breaks. "RAH! YOU BROKE SCHOOL PROPERTY!" She turns and sees one of the desks lying around. Maddened with rage, the teacher stomps over to the desk, picks it up, and throws it at Defender C. "THAT"S WHAT YOU GET FOR DESTROYING SCHOOL PROPERTY!" The teacher turns away, slowly calming herself down for the next class.
Action 3: The teacher looks at the prison. Still infuriated from Defender C, she says, "
Oh, what a lovely project." She takes a red pen and etches "A+" onto it. What does this do? Well, an A+ proves academic achievement. It shows that something has the knowledge to complete mental tasks to the highest possible level. It really defines a person as being either: a) a teacher's pet, or b) a pure genius. Taking the latter interpretation, the prison grows an active brain, one it can use to learn from (Iguana? No...) Go An Na's escape attempts and adapt to prevent them. Meanwhile, the phone rings. The teacher picks it up. "Hello."
"
Hello Ms. [REDACTED], this is Principal [REDACTED AGAIN]. I've heard a few rumors that you have harassed and assaulted a few students. I'm sorry to say that the school board cannot allow a teacher like that to work in this district. You are being fired IMMEDIATELY. Have a nice day." Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The teacher grows sad, dejected, alone. This was the only job she had. Still shaking her head, the teacher climbs into the
black box and goes wherever the box will take her.
 
Actions 1-3: I push Defender A into an MRI for his regularly scheduled brain check. "What do you mean you don't have a brain check scheduled? I have evidence of the appointment right here!" Then I start the procedure. It takes a bunch of time that Defender A could have used performing actions. But it's definitely worth it, because there's now a full map of his brain.
 
The quiet watcher climbs into the train cars at the end of the line, lights the furnace, and throws the accelerator to full steam ahead. He used the giant straight stretches of rail to build up all the speed he could, before using his dimensional portals to achieve the most dangerous feat possible by placing a complete copy of Half-Life 3 next to him, sealed in its pristine packaging yet still influencing the train. As the hype train breached the speed of light, he opened one more portal and rammed all of the pro-Go-An-Na beings on the field, taking great care to not hit the Temporal guardian or anyone else as he did so. With all six of them pinned to the front of the engine and the station in the town of Violence coming up, he leapt from the train, knowing full well that it was going to be nicer fate than what was going to happen when the hype train hit the last point.

As the train rolled into the station at a logarithmic multiplier of the speed of light, the game was opened and the hype parodoxically collapsed, obliterating both the train, the entirety of the town, and a large chunk of the mountains as it failed to live up to the hype.
 
(OOC: G!Pionoplayer's death was perfect. That was amazing moniker bravo.)

Piono tilts his head.
"...Hm." He walks over to the Defender captain:

3 action focus: DECORRUPT:
A bolt of energy flies out to the Defender captain, a bubble of white light coalescing around his head. This doesn't damage him, the opposite in fact, it gives him a brief respite from his word glitching when he tried to talk to us before.
"You said you're still trying to help us. Yet the world update says you're defending Go An Na. I assume you have an explanation of some kind, and while I still stand by my destruction of the tower as that was clearly blocking our ability to fight him, you... still seem pretty intent on being our allies. Why then, are you attempting to intercept us caging him? When he poses a threat to all of our existences?"
 
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Pointing a crossbow at Defender D I fire a single shot, the syringe turning 90 degrees mid air to stab the Defender in the pinkie. Before Defender D can yank the thumb sized syringe out of their finger it automatically injects its oddly green payload. Defender D pauses as the liquid takes effect, the Defender now sighing from an injection of pure laziness.

With Defender D off balance I rush in and just start wailing on them with the Forget-Me-Stick, bashing them over and over in the head until they show no sign of resistance...then I toss them into a heavy duty washing machine and turn it on. Admittedly I'm not certain how well chloroform gets stains out but oh well, it serves other purposes quite well. (x3)
 
Let the it start... The explosions

Focus:

Shrapnel Grenades, Redmatter Bombs, TnTs, Blackhole bombs all the explosives I've stockpiled explodes in a gigantic ball of different destructive energy, all the energy is combined into a truly devastating explosion...
It just so happens it exploded when all the Defenders are right next to each other.
Through distractions and force they are way too close to the stockpile to do anything anymore.
The explosions shall rip them apart.
 
(x1)I call on my Greater Self,pulling onto even more power to do what needs to be done....Success

With this Power i call-back to the Rubber Duckie Elite H.O.P.E Squad and Upgrade them to become the Super-Geese Elite D.O.O.M Squad as well as call upon Lord Chungus,i then inflict a mix of Screaming Memes and Honest Sincerity into Defender B while the Ducks and Lord Chungus utilize their combo attack with additonal Paradoxical damage involving raining tacos,Rainbow Cats,413 forms of the Curse known as Loss before culminating into a gigantic explosion par Action Movies

(x2)Meanwhile i prepare my own move into this fray,after the explosion is done,i fly up and dive bomb Defender B as a Dragon before they have time to react.I then proceed to do lots of Elemental,Spacey and Timey things to them.
 
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Action One: (-2) I use one CP to boost my clones strength, and speed, and the other too boost the sonic guns to fire faster and more powerful strikes.

Action Two: (-1) I have my clones all do a united push against [AG - CaptainNZZZ].
 
The Heir looks at the box, and thinks on how to improve it. The answer appears in his head nigh instantaneously. He then rushes around it, and begins building. He places block after block of obsidian in the vertical angles around the box, and then blocks of end portal frame along the horizontal, leaving room for Go An Na to fit through before he gets captured. Then, the last few blocks will suddenly appear, and his trap will be complete. This combination, combined with some basic Parallel alteration, will split up both Go An Na's physical manifestation between three dimensions (The Overworld, The End, and the Nether) while also making the box exist in all three dimensions. Effectively, he gets portal sliced up, randomized in chunk location, and then split between three dimensions, with the box containing him echoing through all three. "You think you scare me? Buddy, I have seen things that scare me a lot worse than you. You are a bargain bin rip off of what most people think the things outside reality look like. TRY SITTING AROUND IN A SOUL FORM FOR A COUPLE EONS WAITING FOR A NEW REALITY TO REPLACE YOUR HOME UNIVERSE. The horrors there make you seem pathetic. I can't give you that, but being split into thirds in random sub chunks while spread between a few realities should work, for a small demonstration."
 
Defeat the GoAnNa XII
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I look at that stuff that happened when it happens so i see it happen.
raising a hand, I clench it into a fist. mostly because this looked like the time to be cool and dramatic.
When everyone(who is paying attention but not thinking really hard or thinking beyond the obvious cliches) is thinking i'm about to write some long post, or try to viciously attack someone, I mentally review the turn.
hm...
well, pionos sword thing on the tower was Also cool and dramatic sounding!
and he probably didn't do it literally to sound cool and dramatic, which makes it more valid!
I'm gonna animate it as a thing. or something.
To be more specific I intend to play animations of Go An Na's failures and/or lost bits of influence on repeat on the cube to distract him.
Especially the tower one.
This is basically the opposite of dramatic, and is functionally kicking a dog while he's down, assuming Go An Na is down.
and the possibly-unjustified assumption that Go An Na's basically already down just makes things every wurs for 'm.

Here it is! BASK IN AWE I MADE THIS OVER THE COURSE OF BUT 2.5 DAYS. That might not sound that impressive but every rock there needed its own path, fully animated, by me. and to curve them i needed to go back to each rock several times, but to make them affect one-another i needed to do the stages in a loop which meant i needed to color them to tell which i'd done that 'round' of editting so i had to undo that and-
Ahem. Animating is hards.
Anyway yeah that helps keep Go An Na down. and it looks cool. that's mostly why i did it but might as well reap what rewards i can from it.

Other planned actions:
Ech I wrote these already then lost them! Gdarnith
[1] I keep trying to keep rapture. to summarize my post from before it got wiped by post editors, I try:
Flesh flowing 'like wax' to fuse with it, stabbing myself with it a la Jack Noir, stabbing myself with it a la The Twenty-Fifth Night, stabbing myself with it a la Sephiroth... a lot of them are stabbing myself, so lets say I do them all at once.
Anyway, there's also eating it, making it into my skull, using the Soulsword ritual i was going to use on the JOEsword on it to let me send it into nonexistance and call it back across reality, and so on.
If none of those work, I break it to release the elemental energies and channel them into a special element-manipulating +elemental-energy-generating organ called 'The Organ'*, hopefully super-charging 'The Organ' into actually being useful mechanically. Technically, it's not even Rapture any more, so it might be easier...? maybe?

[1]This action made me have to rewrite everything... ahem. I note that Rapture is not considered part of Go An Na's influence.
Also, Rapture is an item.
Rapture is a presumably useful item, which came from DLE!Pionoplayer.
G!Pionoplayer just died (twice).
G!Pionoplayer was a Godmodder.
Godmodders have soul orbs, which have been described as an item ('the method of creating them is unknown') as opposed to being some kind of space spell (which would be like 'upon becoming a Godmodder, they immediately gain a new ability...').
In conclusion, I pilfer the Soul Orb from S.O.B!G!Pionoplayer's corpse, and try to attach it to myself in a weaker version of whatever connection Godmodders have with them, so that it counts as a part of me, but doesn't influence me. personality death is a pretty terrible concept if you ask me... Anyway, I'm determinide to porfit from 'tis.

oh, and [0] "Moniker, don't sell yourself short. while you probably can't equal 30 different people writing things up for the cube, you can be creative too. for example, assuming you made the description for S.O.B. tier? that stuff was pretty funny. so.... yeah."


*Organ previously mentioned at several points including when I did the 'The Rock' attack series.

Go An Na is pierced with a sweet sword, and is locked in place! His attempts to flee are useless! Yes... now, we can afford to make this a bit less of a rush job. The cubic prison moves forward slowly but very surely...

After a long and arduous battle with your hand, you manage to firmly affix Rapture to your arm! However, a little warning notification pops up in the top-right corner of your vision stating that it will be replaced by a normal arm once you are teleported back to the HEXAGONAFIELD.

G!Pionoplayer was not carrying a Soul Orb. In fact, to make along story short, the thread I read indicated he didn't possess one.

Ah, thanks. Here, let me actually add that video game console I mentioned to Go An Na's prison... perfect!

FOCUS!
I charge Defender E! Clearly as he is defending and I am charging this is basically some sick game of football! I slam into the defender, and instead of simply pushing him along, grab onto him, and teleport us into a nether portal. After I push him through, I quickly destroy the portal behind me. My one goal will be keeping this one defender stuck here forever. I will stop his attempts to return, at all costs!

Captain.cat aids you! You can feel the power flowing through you...

Defender E is forced to retreat deeper into the Nether! Once he's a fair distance away from you, he must begin a new Nether-only survival lifestyle, living off only nether resources, slowly building up more power and gear until one day, eventually, he can rebuild a nether portal and return, his primary obstacle being his eternal pursuit by Ranger_Strider...

It'll surely be an epic journey, but it'll also surely take more time than this final battle. Defender E dealt with!

Focused Action: Wait. There's decent odds the Defender Captain has created Defenders A-E via brainwashing severely weakened Players in the last Sidequest. So, let's reverse that.

First, I manifest an incredibly advanced defensive mental wall, of the sort that protects players against mind-control and manipulation effects.

You do realize that they're probably too far gone, right?

You know what, you're probably right. But I've already made this mental wall...

Alright, here's what I do. I jam the mental wall into the minds of one of the defenders, right in their brain stem. The result is a defender that's paralyzed and can't actually do anything.

Defender C slumps over suddenly, having a Minecraft seizure! He needs immediate medical attention! But nobody came...

"Oh good, he is waking up!"
"Thank goodness!"
"..... what happened?'
"It is a bit of a long story. but you are good now!"
"We will explain everything once we are out of this situation"
"...Alright then...."


Action 1-3: I go over to Defender A and I give him some food. being a defender he needs his food. He starts eating it but right after, he feels like he is melting. he looks to see that the food is covered in invisible acid that once it touches someone's insides, their bodies start to become mush. I laugh at him as he melts.


On the ship, Kirby stands in shock to see Monika alive and in the flash. Kirby wipes his eyes and looks once again, "Monika? You are here? How?"
Monika looks on confused, "I… don't actually know. Am I supposed to be "Monika"?
Kirby freezes for a moment. "Wait… you don't know who you are?"
Monika shrugs, "Does anyone truly know who they are?... Man, that sounded oddly poetic."
Kirby sighs, "Oh dear..."
Kirby goes to the terminal and calls Shadrix.

"Sir, we got a problem. M-"
"Kirby! What's going on with the machine, did it work?"
"Yes sir, it worked as intended. However, there is someone here on this ship with me. Let me get her on the line. Monika! Someone wants to talk with you!"
"Wait, Monika?"
Monika looks at the screen and sees Shadrix's face. She smiles, "Finally, a familiar face! Or at least, one that isn't a pink puffball. No offense, little buddy."
"None taken" Kirby smiles
Shadrix is taken aback by Monika's presence, "... Monika… I can't believe it… it's you!"
Monika raises an eyebrow, "...apparently? Are you some kind of stalker?"
"... Wait what?" Shadrix gives Monika a confused look. "You don't know who you are? You're Monika, the Literature Club president!"
Monika looks on with even more of a confused face, "All I know is, I just woke up here. But maybe you should join a club like that, because that's a pretty good story."
"... You don't believe me?"
"It just doesn't seem real. Nothing does."
"Oh dear… ok look, My name is Shadrix and this is-"
Monika cuts him off, "Now that name sounds familiar for some reason. Then again, it's pretty unique sounding. Makes sense that would stick."
"Huh… alright… Kirby, pull up the feed for Doki Doki Literature Club!"
"On it sir!"
Kirby gets on the terminal and inputs the coordinates. The feed comes back with nothing. Just darkness. "Uh, sir?"
"What?"
"... The universe is gone."
"... Can you repeat that?"
"The Doki Doki Literature Club universe is gone. Someone must have deleted it."
"But who could have?"
"I dunno sir!"
"Is there any records that show anything about DDLC!"
Kirby pulls up the ship's library. Nothing shows up on any database.
"...Nothing sir."
"Dang it!"
Monika is now looking concerned, "Which means there's nothing to prove that any of what you're saying about whoever I am is true. Convenient, and annoying."
Shadrix gives a big sigh. "Ok, hmmm… once I deal with Photoshop Flowey and Chara, I will come and help. For now, just keep her company alright?"
"On it sir!"
"Good, see you both soon!"
Kirby cuts communication. "Welp looks like you are stuck with me!"
Kirby makes a cute face. Monika smiles, "Keep being that adorable, and I don't think I'll mind too much. Ahaha!"
Kirby smiles, "This might be a battleship, but everybody's gotta have some downtime. Come on, there's plenty of things to keep ourselves going."
Kirby goes to the recreational section of the ship. Monika follows. Kirby inputs some codes and the door opens revealing a giant piano standing in the middle of the room.
"Here we are!"
Monika looks at the piano. Something about it seems familiar to her, "This looks amazing! For some reason, I was expecting it to be more...flat, but not exactly? I don't know how to describe it."
"It's alright! Hang on, I've got to go and look out for Bill Nye, so if you can play around for a bit, I will be right back!"
Kirby starts to walk away but Monika stops him, "Wait! Earlier, I have to admit...I thought you guys kidnapped me. It feels like there's a song in my head, that I heard so long ago, except it's...everything. But you've been so nice to me, and you're looking out for your friend, and this Bill Nye. I can tell, you really care. I guess I'm trying to say, thank you."
Kirby smiles, "You are welcome! Have fun!"
Kirby then heads back to his seat. He then continues to watch Bill Nye.

TLDR: Monika is now at the ship and Kirby is watching over her.

Shadrix, Sans, and Gaster do the same thing they did the last turn. They defend which cost them 5% of their shields and took out 100 HP away from flowey. They save another soul and Flowey's defense decreases.

AC
Shadrix
HP: 99999999999999 ATK: ??? DEF: ??? (Suit set into DEF mode) (Filled with DETERMINATION) (Now has an energy shield. 89% 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. 89% 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. 89% 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: 299,887 ATK: 100 DEF: 999 (made with Chara's Glitches) (can save and load)

Defender A looks at you, his eyes full of hurt and betrayal. He immediately starts drinking health and regen potions to try and prevent his own death, as his own limbs melt away!

Alastair is struggling to stay on his feet. It wasn't just the corrupt monster's influence he had to fight, but the weight of his own sorrows. He looked up at the cage, the prison for the eldritch monster and how slow it was that it was caught by mere beams of light.

Trembling, Alastair decides to act by turning his sorrow into anger, and his anger into DARKNESS (of the Heart)! He floods the Prison with the power of Darkness to imbue it with the Speed of Darkness, which is always faster than light since it always gets there before Light does and always instantly appears the moment light leaves! The Prison now moves fast enough to dodge between light particles making up the Defender's Beams and immediately absorbs Go An Na, now capable of chasing it down and capturing it without fail whenever an escape occurs! After all, the Cage will already be there if there's no light, and Go An Na is clearly a light hating monster, being that generically evil!

The cube now moves at the SPEED OF DARKNESS! Which, as it turns out, is precisely as fast as the speed of light! The cube accelerates, and with Go An Na held down by the sword, there's no way it can fail!

"Moniker... PLEASE!"

3 ACTION FOCUS - TRUE BESEECH: Using all the latent faith inside of me and asking Moniker, "Help us seal Go An Na away... for all of time!"

I'm working as hard as I can here! ...But, okay, since you've... *hack* encouraged me... a little more...!

Go An Na's prison cube grows a little wider, and has a new feature added: Power siphoner! Go An Na's power will slowly be drained over thousands of years until nothing is left!

(3 Actions!)
(FOCUS!)
Done admiring my shiny new gear, I heft it over my shoulder and create a large spinning top. Making sure I took out the EpiPen that has been kindly given to me by the Arbiter, I stab my thigh with it for the acts of violence that I'll be doing so I may attack for the several turns with no fear of heart attacks.

With a sharp pull on the rope that's around the top, I quickly jump on top of the toy, making sure to make myself immune to dizziness and any sort of motion sickness and let the spinning toy let rip and starts its path of devastation towards one of the Defenders.

With sword in hand, I make sure to spin on top of the top as well as I add more cutting power to this attack to test its sharpness. The torque being produced from my actions starts picking up wind. Soon enough, a tornado starts to form around the spinning form of the top and blocks are soon sucked up into our path to be diced up when they are pulled towards the level of my blade and sharp rubble is shot out and kept in the tornado. Of course, seeing as this was directed at the Defenders in the first place, and started off slow, they surely had enough time to dodge it. That was what they had thought at the beginning when it was just the large spinning top and a guy with a large sword on top of it. Instead, they now face a spinning chopping tornado of death that has grown large enough that the suction is starting to pull them in.

As an example of what may happen to a living being after being sucked into that disaster, an armored horse that was probably owned by a player from distant past is seen flailing in panic in the tornado. Which was surprising in itself as the sharpened objects that were already in the tornado should have killed it before getting as close to the bottom of the tornado as it did with all the other farm animals, must be the armor. Well, anyways, back to the horse's fate, upon reaching the level where the blade is spun, the horse became nothing more than leather and quickly is cut to barely ribbons in the second or two it spent there.

Taking that gruesome sight as the cue to freaking JET, the Defenders ran away with haste... only for two of them to trip on the dirt that decided to be sucked into the spinning top of death, carrying them with it and into the spinning demise.

...

The scene shifts to me finishing two graves and praying for them and paying respect to the gruesome deaths.

...

My stomach rolled on itself at the violence and death that I've delivered but was quickly shut down from my application of the Epipen, making sure my body doesn't overact from my allergies on performing violence. As I wait for the next turn to come, I clean off the... stains from that stunt till the next comes by.

Defender C and Defender A, already distracted by melting and seizures, get caught in the tornado! Already weakened, they stand absolutely no chance! You obliterate them completely, thanks to your totally necessary usage of the Epipen! Defenders A and C dealt with!

1. /open ''World/GoAnNa/DefenderE''

...

...


Name : Defender E
HP : 20/20
Function : Protect Go An Na from the players

/edit Function

...


Enter new input.

''Attack Defender D to help the players''


...


Done. Shutting down...
2. I summon a smiley icon over Attacker E so that we recognise him from the others.
3. I put a ice cream machine in Go An Na's prison. It has three tastes : vanilla, chocolate and suffering

Defender E is dead, so you work on Defender D instead! He immediately turns and charges Defender B, but, straining, Go An Na reaches out and changes the appropriate values back, curing Defender D!

Go An Na is initially happy to see an ice cream machine. But then he realizes... you've given him NOTHING TO PUT THE ICE CREAM IN! NO PAPER CUPS! NO PAPER BOWLS! NO NON-PAPER BOWLS! NOOOOOOOO!!!

ES recalled the Truth chapter relevant to the current situation, and the three syllables making up their foe. By countering each of them in the cage, he would surely be greatly weakened. Reaching betwixt the skeins of fate, he pulled for a dread leather-bound back. Specifically, a dictionary. Didn't actually have any magical powers, it was just a really old dictionary. One as old as Go An Na itself. He looked deep into its pages, and found what he sought. Three counter-syllables that would react with the spell like matter to antimatter, mutually annihilating, or in this case suppressing. Yes, it would be a great blow. And so, eyes closing, he spoke the three syllables, each with a booming authority expected of kings, emperors... gods.

"Et," A syllable used as part of the original, primal spell of resurrection, returning true life to a fallen being.

"Er," The syllable said to precede the Time of Ending itself. Nothing could begin anew after this syllable was spoken truly, only end and decay. This speaking was not so potent, but mighty enough that it would counteract the An.

"Nal." The last syllable, the additional l coming after the Na changing the meaning fully. As dawn will always follow night, so too will hope eternally spring forth from the rotted corpse of hopelessness. As such, this syllable means one thing: The complete conviction in the idea of hope, its possibilities, its inevitability.

With these three symbols etched onto the cage, its effectiveness would be exponentially increased. With some further additions, it should prove up to the task.

The etching is complete. Go An Na can only stare in dread. Not only is the cage physically being used to oppose him, now it's being THEMATICALLY used to oppose him!

I use my actions to give Go An Na's prison to grow stronger by absorbing Go An Na's strength!

You take a piece - only a tiny piece, but still a piece - of raw power from Go An Na and give it to the prison!

x3 or FOCUSED:
Eyowe gets REAL with one of the Defenders.

Eyowe: The effects of the multiversal climate change caused by Go An Na's hideous visage is very concerning. We, as residents of this multiverse, must do something about it, don't you think so, Defender [insert letter here]?
Eyowe: Also, the working conditions for defending him is quite horrendous. I mean, the generally-agreed-upon minimum wage as a Go An Na defender is one piece of french fry at least 3 inches long, but I heard that he only pays his employees a piece of french fry 2 inches long. That's like, an entire third of what he should be paying his employees!

Defender B considers your words. As a matter of fact, the monthly french fries are really more like 1.8 inches long, when you don't use the Go-An-Na team approved measuring tool! Perhaps its time to change...

FOCUS:
There was an idea... to create a Cinematic Universe of epic proportions. And it succeeded.

The greatest movie in this Cinematic Universe was called Endgame. And no person dared spoil it for others. Not even Go An Na. Well, actually, not quite. Go An Na would spoil it if he could. But he hasn't seen it, and really wants to.

So I spend all my might fashioning a thin, fragile shield of frozen sound around Go An Na's prison. If Go An Na so much as touches it, it will break and the sound will unfreeze. And the spoilers of every single moment in Endgame will come crashing against Go An Na's thousand ears, echoing into eternity and ruining his experience forever.

Unless, of course, he stays in the prison like a good world-ending eldritch abomination.

Go An Na's eyes contract. He HAS to. He absolutely HAS to. He MUST not break out of the prison. No. NO!!!!!!

SANS DIES IN ENDGAME

(I was thinking Lemonia, but Lemontopia is probably better)
Action 1: Now, the black box seems to have no lack of inspiration. The box's top rises up like some sort of elevator, revealing the most evil thing known to any species. A math teacher. The teacher just kind of observes the area, looking for the problem children in the class, maybe measuring a few things, practicing Pythagorean Theorem. No one really knows. Then the teacher's eyes fall upon Defender B. A grimace grows across the teacher's face. Defender B isn't doing anything different from the others. Defender B is just another face in the crowd. But, everyone knows how teachers get paranoid. Every breathe is an answer given to a classmate, every time you bite your lip, you're chewing gum, every time you eyes rest upon some random object in front of you is another time you're reading the answer sheet. And Defender B just keeps panting. Poor soul. However, the teacher doesn't care. She hastily walks up to Defender B. She quickly scans him for any obvious dress code violations. No dice. It's time for the paranoia. "You! Yes, you. Defender..." She checks his name tag. "...B. You are in a heaping helping of trouble." The Defender is confused. Who is this woman, and why is he in trouble? It was Defender C who- "You, mister, need to work harder in school." Again, the Defender has no idea what the teacher is talking about. He had straight A's in defender school, did plenty of extra curricular activi- "Really, a B!? We both know you can do better." But, B is just his ID. He just signed up a bit after A- "I mean, in all seriousness, a B is the worst grade. An A, that is what we call perfection. The A is the grade all students stride towards. It is the true holy grail of education. Skipping down the alphabet, a C signifies a lack of effort. A C says, "I did as little work as possible to still pass." Continuing on, a D, at least a D shows effort. A D stands for a student who puts in plenty of effort, but just isn't meant to learn the material. Do we even need to say that E stands for "Exceeds Expectations"? No, we don't. But a B, a B is the antithesis of education. A B signifies a failure. Yes, a B is a passing grade, but it just isn't impressive. A B says, "I know the material, but I failed to apply it effectively." This B, means that you know the material, but you don't know how to use it. That B you wear on your badge, it isn't a sign of honor. It is a sign of a failure who could do Better!" At this point, Defender B is nearing tears. He finds himself buying into all of this. It is a teacher after all. "Now, you should go think about how you could do better... in ISS. Go ahead, I don't have all day." Defender B drops his beam and just walks away, forgetting he doesn't know where In School Suspension is, or if it exists.
Action 2: "
POP QUIZ!" The teacher runs around and hands each Defender a math test. They all stare at it, confused. However, the teacher isn't done yet. She gives them each chairs, desks, pencils, pens, erasers, reference sheets, and even gives them each a mint. Defender A quickly skims through the test, just to see what he's dealing with before he starts. Defender C just kind of sits around to make sure he actually has to do the test, trying to blow it off for as long as possible before he actually "tries". Defender D is still reading the instructions. Defender E is already blasting through the multiple choice section (metaphorically, of course). Defender B is in ISS. The teacher slowly paces around her four pupils. She glares menacingly at Defender C, who finally decides to start working on the test. Defender A raises his hand and asks a question about a parabola, which the teacher quickly clarifies. Defender D continues to shake his head as he stares at question 1. Defender E raises up his work sheet and shouts, "Done!" The teacher puts her fingers to her lips and takes the test. Minutes pass. Finally, a bell rings in the background. "Class dismissed! Everyone hand me their papers as they leave the room." Not certain where "the room" is, the Defenders each hand their test to the teacher. Defender A smiles as he hands in his neatly written test, Defender D frowns as he gives the teacher his half done test, Defender E sits there, laughing at his fellow Defenders, and Defender C hands in his test, acting confident. The teacher frowns at this. She quickly flips through all of the pages and notices he didn't show any work. None. The teacher looks up and stares into Defender C's eyes. The Defender stares back, smiling confidently with his eyes slightly wider than one would expect. They continue this contest of stares for a minute, each one testing the other. Finally, Defender C looks away, puts his hand up to keep him from seeing the teacher, and shakes his head. The teacher screams. "YOU CHEATED ON YOUR POP QUIZ!!!" Defender C immediately goes on the defensive. "What? No I didn't." However, it's too late. "LIAR!!!" The teacher flies forwards at insane speeds. She grabs at her back and somehow pulls a meter stick out of midair. She takes this in both hands and starts hitting Defender C with it again, and again, and again. "CHEATERS DESERVE TO DIE!" The teacher does a quick spin and sends the meter stick right into Defender C's gut. The Defender groans and falls over. The teacher continues her attack, switching her target from his gut to his head. After about three strikes against his head, the meter stick breaks. "RAH! YOU BROKE SCHOOL PROPERTY!" She turns and sees one of the desks lying around. Maddened with rage, the teacher stomps over to the desk, picks it up, and throws it at Defender C. "THAT"S WHAT YOU GET FOR DESTROYING SCHOOL PROPERTY!" The teacher turns away, slowly calming herself down for the next class.
Action 3: The teacher looks at the prison. Still infuriated from Defender C, she says, "
Oh, what a lovely project." She takes a red pen and etches "A+" onto it. What does this do? Well, an A+ proves academic achievement. It shows that something has the knowledge to complete mental tasks to the highest possible level. It really defines a person as being either: a) a teacher's pet, or b) a pure genius. Taking the latter interpretation, the prison grows an active brain, one it can use to learn from (Iguana? No...) Go An Na's escape attempts and adapt to prevent them. Meanwhile, the phone rings. The teacher picks it up. "Hello."
"
Hello Ms. [REDACTED], this is Principal [REDACTED AGAIN]. I've heard a few rumors that you have harassed and assaulted a few students. I'm sorry to say that the school board cannot allow a teacher like that to work in this district. You are being fired IMMEDIATELY. Have a nice day." Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The teacher grows sad, dejected, alone. This was the only job she had. Still shaking her head, the teacher climbs into the
black box and goes wherever the box will take her.

Ah... reminds me of my math teacher...

Defender B, sobbing after his harsh rebuke, is unable to find ISS! He ultimately realizes that ISS must be in the Plane of French Fries! He resolves to head there ASAP, and leaves the field!

Defender B dealt with!

Actions 1-3: I push Defender A into an MRI for his regularly scheduled brain check. "What do you mean you don't have a brain check scheduled? I have evidence of the appointment right here!" Then I start the procedure. It takes a bunch of time that Defender A could have used performing actions. But it's definitely worth it, because there's now a full map of his brain.

Defender D (A was taken care of) willingly sits for the MRI. As you double-check your appointment papers, you realize that, of course, you had him scheduled for the extra fast brain scan. Naturally! You scan him quickly and let him go, taking up only some of his time.

The quiet watcher climbs into the train cars at the end of the line, lights the furnace, and throws the accelerator to full steam ahead. He used the giant straight stretches of rail to build up all the speed he could, before using his dimensional portals to achieve the most dangerous feat possible by placing a complete copy of Half-Life 3 next to him, sealed in its pristine packaging yet still influencing the train. As the hype train breached the speed of light, he opened one more portal and rammed all of the pro-Go-An-Na beings on the field, taking great care to not hit the Temporal guardian or anyone else as he did so. With all six of them pinned to the front of the engine and the station in the town of Violence coming up, he leapt from the train, knowing full well that it was going to be nicer fate than what was going to happen when the hype train hit the last point.

As the train rolled into the station at a logarithmic multiplier of the speed of light, the game was opened and the hype parodoxically collapsed, obliterating both the train, the entirety of the town, and a large chunk of the mountains as it failed to live up to the hype.

Valve isn't failing to make Half-Life 3 because they don't wan to. They're failing to make it because the meme is TOO STRONG.

The Defender Captain manages to twist and evade, but Defender D is caught head-on. Having been waiting for Half-Life 3 for hundreds of years, he has a smile on his face, knowing that maybe this method of death isn't so bad.

But then that smile turns into a grimace as the last word he hears is... "microtransactions"...

Defender D dealt with!

(OOC: G!Pionoplayer's death was perfect. That was amazing moniker bravo.)

Piono tilts his head.
"...Hm." He walks over to the Defender captain:

3 action focus: DECORRUPT:
A bolt of energy flies out to the Defender captain, a bubble of white light coalescing around his head. This doesn't damage him, the opposite in fact, it gives him a brief respite from his word glitching when he tried to talk to us before.
"You said you're still trying to help us. Yet the world update says you're defending Go An Na. I assume you have an explanation of some kind, and while I still stand by my destruction of the tower as that was clearly blocking our ability to fight him, you... still seem pretty intent on being our allies. Why then, are you attempting to intercept us caging him? When he poses a threat to all of our existences?"

Defender Captain: ... Don't you understand? I wasn't given a choice. I am-

Defender Captain: The mortal representative of His voice. And-

Defender Captain: This was always the plan. It seemed kinder than killing them straight up, but-

Defender Captain: The last Players were always doomed - as are you! RAH!

The Defender Captain pulls away from the Temporal Guardian and charges you!

Pointing a crossbow at Defender D I fire a single shot, the syringe turning 90 degrees mid air to stab the Defender in the pinkie. Before Defender D can yank the thumb sized syringe out of their finger it automatically injects its oddly green payload. Defender D pauses as the liquid takes effect, the Defender now sighing from an injection of pure laziness.

With Defender D off balance I rush in and just start wailing on them with the Forget-Me-Stick, bashing them over and over in the head until they show no sign of resistance...then I toss them into a heavy duty washing machine and turn it on. Admittedly I'm not certain how well chloroform gets stains out but oh well, it serves other purposes quite well. (x3)

The Defender Captain (D was killed by Half Life 3) suddenly starts moving slower... the Temporal Guardian is quickly catching up!

Let the it start... The explosions

Focus:

Shrapnel Grenades, Redmatter Bombs, TnTs, Blackhole bombs all the explosives I've stockpiled explodes in a gigantic ball of different destructive energy, all the energy is combined into a truly devastating explosion...
It just so happens it exploded when all the Defenders are right next to each other.
Through distractions and force they are way too close to the stockpile to do anything anymore.
The explosions shall rip them apart.

The Defender Captain is caught off guard! 19 damage!

(x1)I call on my Greater Self,pulling onto even more power to do what needs to be done....Success

With this Power i call-back to the Rubber Duckie Elite H.O.P.E Squad and Upgrade them to become the Super-Geese Elite D.O.O.M Squad as well as call upon Lord Chungus,i then inflict a mix of Screaming Memes and Honest Sincerity into Defender B while the Ducks and Lord Chungus utilize their combo attack with additonal Paradoxical damage involving raining tacos,Rainbow Cats,413 forms of the Curse known as Loss before culminating into a gigantic explosion par Action Movies

(x2)Meanwhile i prepare my own move into this fray,after the explosion is done,i fly up and dive bomb Defender B as a Dragon before they have time to react.I then proceed to do lots of Elemental,Spacey and Timey things to them.

Chungus falls, and finally, the duckies eliminate the slowed and weakened Defender Captain! Defender Captain dealt with!

The way is clear! I'm speeding up the box! Go An Na... today, you were summoned, and also today, you will be made moot! Reality shall no longer live in fear of you!

Action One: (-2) I use one CP to boost my clones strength, and speed, and the other too boost the sonic guns to fire faster and more powerful strikes.

Action Two: (-1) I have my clones all do a united push against [AG - CaptainNZZZ].

But the Temporal Guardian is on YOUR side! Your clones stop awkwardly. Is there a miscommunication?

In any event. Though uncertain, the clones decide the best possible way to live on is to seal themselves in with Go An Na. They shall spend the rest of their existence doing whatever they please to Go An Na, and working to ensure he never, ever escapes!

I'll assist Ranger_Strider_ in their attempt to trap Defender E. (3 CP)

Ranger_Strider retroactively assisted!

The Heir looks at the box, and thinks on how to improve it. The answer appears in his head nigh instantaneously. He then rushes around it, and begins building. He places block after block of obsidian in the vertical angles around the box, and then blocks of end portal frame along the horizontal, leaving room for Go An Na to fit through before he gets captured. Then, the last few blocks will suddenly appear, and his trap will be complete. This combination, combined with some basic Parallel alteration, will split up both Go An Na's physical manifestation between three dimensions (The Overworld, The End, and the Nether) while also making the box exist in all three dimensions. Effectively, he gets portal sliced up, randomized in chunk location, and then split between three dimensions, with the box containing him echoing through all three. "You think you scare me? Buddy, I have seen things that scare me a lot worse than you. You are a bargain bin rip off of what most people think the things outside reality look like. TRY SITTING AROUND IN A SOUL FORM FOR A COUPLE EONS WAITING FOR A NEW REALITY TO REPLACE YOUR HOME UNIVERSE. The horrors there make you seem pathetic. I can't give you that, but being split into thirds in random sub chunks while spread between a few realities should work, for a small demonstration."

Go An Na's power will now be split in 3! This also means his power will be siphoned by the box 3 times as fast! Even better!

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The box moves faster, faster, guided by my power! Every last Defender, Captain included, has been utterly defeated thanks to the efforts of the Players! With nothing left to defend him, and held in place by JOEbob's sword, the box quickly closes around Go An Na!

I am immortal! I am all powerful!
I am immortal! I am all powerful!
I am immortal! I am all powerful!
I am immortal! I am all powerful!

I WILL escape! You WILL regret this!
I WILL escape! You WILL regret this!
I WILL escape! You WILL regret this!

I WILL NOT BE-


The box closes. Go An Na is trapped inside. His influence now only stretches to a miniscule area - and even in that, he is harassed by bowl-less ice cream machines, Vylad clones, endgame spoilers, power draining, and portals.

Somehow, his voice doesn't seem quite so intimidating any more.

The Temporal Guardian looks on. Hundreds of years, all for this moment... he almost breaks down in tears. Almost.

Entropic Paradox Rolls no longer exist.

All actions taken that would previously have caused a roll will now simply fail.


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SIDEQUEST COMPLETE!

REWARD:

Nothing!

...Except, of course, a less depressing Reality. And maybe that's enough.

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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.


Transition post below...
 
Transition
With Go An Na defeated, his Minecraft world begins to fall to pieces. The portals in his prison will still have him split between the overworld, Nether, and End, of course, but in a few hours time, this plane will be almost completely gone. Blocks are fading into their lesser versions, lighting bugs are happening everywhere...

This brings up the obvious question: What exactly happens now?

The Temporal Guardian approaches the group. Normally solemn and serious, for once he looks almost elated.

First off, Go An Na is dead! He holds no power over Reality, now! You still have a little time before this Plane becomes uninhabitable, so everyone takes a few minutes to sit down and relax. The Temporal Guardian tries to explain what's going to happen next and keep things moving, as keeping up Za Warudo on this Plane is clearly taxing him.

First, he's going to teleport everyone back to the HEXAGONAFIELD as this Plane turns to nothing. When he does, time will "snap back" to normal, putting them a significant ways ahead of where they were previously before they got snatched away for the sidequest. You'll be put...

Turns taken to complete the sidequest: 12

12 x .75 (and rounded) = 9 turns in the future.

Well... that's really going to cut into your Godmodder-slaying time. But killing Go An Na was certainly worth it.

In any event. You'll be back in the HEXAGONAFIELD for a few minutes. But you can use those few minutes to reflect.

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(The next post will be up late tomorrow or early Saturday. Until then, feel free to muck about in the disintegrating Minecraft world or just talk.)
 
I go on a looting spree, throwing everything from this world I can, and I mean *EVERYTHING* into a hammerspace dimension and reinforcing it with the energy of creation to prevent it from disintegrating.
+1 2/4ths of a Minecraft World, including all items on it.
This will probably prove useful.
Oh, and I try and apply more creation magykks to my inventory to preserve it back to the Hexagonfield.
 
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