Ranger_Strider_
The one who does lots of Striding
I just lay down my head on a single unexploded bed and take a nap.
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As he continues on, though, Alastair spots... Photoshop Flowey?
Wait, no, it's wrong somehow. He blinks when he realizes it's made out of glitches. Irritated, he decides to work out his frustrations and lingering anger on the codes. This decreases the glitches, but instead of making it more stable, it destabilizes the Photoshop Flowey! The being, naturally, tries to strike back and kill him, but it can't seem to reach behind its giant T.V. Head, which is where the programmer is plugged in to furiously type away at the glitches.
Sadly, there is only so much crap you can try to fix before declaring it a lost cause. As much as he seems to embody Perseverance, one had to acknowledge sunken cost fallacy. For Alastair, this moment was around the 256th semicolon error, which seemed to make up half of the glitches in this thing, and the 40th error that caused asset misappropriation. Plus, Photoshop Flowey seemed to be trying to summon bees to kill him and he didn't want any of them to die by breaking their little bee spines trying to sting him.
As his feet hit the ground and he puts a respectable distance between himself and the monster, Alastair notices that there were other people near the abomination. Sans, Gaster?, and someone he has never seen before. The player turns back and then pales.
Chara. Crap.
The staredown is intense. Alastair stares at Chara. Chara stares at Alastair. Alastair stares at Chara, but now a bead of sweat is upon his brow. Chara stares even harder back, murder in their eyes!
<3 ACT
Chara
*Steal Butterscotch Pie and RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
Alastair, displaying a deftness in his ability to navigate the combat menus of an Undertale Fight, swiftly uses the act to steal the Butterscotch Pie and tries to flee!
Edit: Just in case...
Action? Summary:
"Action" 1: Give a thumbs up to the temporal Guardian in the coolest way possible and their favorite soda.
"Action" 2: Debug Photoshop Flowey, causing damage to its state of being.
"Action" 3: Steal a Butterscotch Pie from Chara.
He gets to do that against neutral ones too; when he got the ability, he immediately used it on me. when i objected(both due to neutrality and my chosen entity being a 2-action summon), he said while it violates the letter, but not the spirit, with the spirit being 'that the godmodder is cheating blatantly' or something along those lines.Oh, one last thing. "Remember, shift back to being Neutral before we hit the field. I'm fairly certain the Godmodder gets the ability to summon anti-strong AG entities for free, let's not give the Godmodder any help in killing everyone."
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.
I go ahead and hug the Temporal Guardian and thank him for everything he has done for us.
I decided to create some blueprints of my Greatsword/shield and memorize it.
Afterward, I bow and join Dragon, thanking the Temporal Guardian for his work and saving us all from eternal suffering.
I thank the Duckies and Chungus before dismissing them back to the Greater Self,i then take out my Superior chocolate bar....with this...I can do things....
I look up at the decaying Sun and with the Power of Perception Shift, shrink and teleport here,i then take the Superior Chocolate Bar and melt it with the Solar Radiation that embodies Creativity.I then reshape it into a Statue of a certain Dark Chocolate-Lover which i Place here, as a memorial to this Event and as an additional Guard, in case of...the Being Trapped in the Box being at significant risk of Getting Out...i also cast an inscription into the base on which the statue would stand on which include all the Player Names as well as Moniker
...I hope my Scout got his Report out and called his allies to the Battlefield, We did spend a lot of time here...
"Hey Moniker,thanks for helping us out"
[1] Alright, so next I try the soul-sword technique. If the notification says it still won't work, then I try the elemental-explosion-based-power-up technique. I said these last post already!
[1]If they had no soul orb... they at least had Godmodding energy! I quickly run over to G!Pionoplayer's corpse, and transform their Godmodding into either Godmodder locks, or some other storeable form
[1] this action is conditional: If necessary for one of the above actions to succeed, it goes there. Otherwise, if I have extra Godmodder locks from the G!Pionoplayer Godmodding, I add them to the cage. I don't know about you, but spending just one turn on the cage designed to hold back the worst evil of the universe seems like a terrible idea to me. I Mean, maybe he's bluffing about escaping, but do you want to take that chance?
(If ES's portals exist and work I probably use those for transferring things.)
[0] "Say, moniker, doesn't your justification for helping with Go An Na apply just as much to fighting the Godmodder? you said it was because 'you live in reality too', but the Godmodder also wants to destroy it."
*Beep.....Booting back online.......*
*Registering character.......Completed*
*Restarting achievements and levels.....complete*
*Welcome! [Legend27]!*
Cracking their fingers, they smiled. "Let's begin the new legend...shall we?"
After this success, I feel a little emotion can be allowed. Entities hardly ever last under my care and yet the Temporal Guardian is not only alive but also played an important role in this most recent challenge.
An thus, I give the Temporal Guardian a great, big ol' hug. After the hug stretches on past five seconds I quietly whisper, "Well done, my friend. Thank you for all you've done both in the past and the recent past. I can't wait for everyone to see you in all your new glory."
After the thirty second mark goes by the great hugging ceases. Now time to steel myself for whatever awaits us, whether it's mass death or the Godmodder just about to win.
"I hate to impose after all your hard work but if you can do anything to help deal with this temporal backlash, please do. The less turns the Godmodder unbothered by us, the better."
The Heir walks up to the temporal guardian, and makes a suggestion. "If you let us teleport spacially back to the correct dimension, the temporal snapback should fail to affect us, as I presume the snapback is a side effect of being in the dimension that was still moving in time. All you need to do is hold the timestop up for a few extra seconds. Think you could manage, or is that too much, or my logic wrong? If the latter, then please explain. Maybe in the form of a note, or something."
After having made this suggestion, his options split two ways. If his theory (Which no known law of time travel disagrees with) is correct, then he translates himself back onto the hexagonafield, and goes about the standard business. If this happens, then a sum up is he uses portals and such to try to break the bridge as often as he can until backup arrives.
If his theory is wrong, somehow, then he instead meditates, trying to get any charge he can during this mini turn, and seeing if he can read the weathered journal fully now, since it likely has lost any type of plot relevance now that Go An Na is handled.
Me: Why do people like godmodding? Well Abygale wanna take care of this? *I call to the center Annilation black death dragon, Abygale And use it's effect to destroy photoshop flowey ((Annihilation Black Death Dragon, Abygale all effects here but gague and life cost in anyway go into effect when using buddyfight cards))
Action 1: The black box seems... annoyed. It floats back and forth, back and forth. It seems to be pacing about. It is, after all, a box, cube, 3-D square. Hexagons are just, not its strong suit. Well, better not to let this hold it back. One free turn. Nothing to do. Nothing... to do... Maybe it could reflect on the three turns its been here? No, nothing good to reflect on there... Well, it might as well spit out a character... Sure. The box opens, and out comes a... bed... Oh boy... Nothing to do there... Okay...
New plan! The bed just sits there. Yes, it just sits there. This is the best plan. Nothing can go wrong. Nothing. Nothing... nothing... n-o-t-h-i-n-g...
Plan... C! Yes, this one will be soooooooooooo good. The bed... will... do something. Ya! Greatest plan ever! Woo hoo!... It's still not... Uuuuuuuh.
Plan D it is then. The black box opens up again. It just sits there, open. Yes, it is open. The top flaps have been unfolded. There's no tape, there's an o-p-e-n-i-n-g. Nope, nothing. Stupid mechanics.
Plan E... get someone else to use the bed. There's plenty of people just taking naps... No? The bed is too late? Stupid time... logic... and such...
Plan F. Pillow gremlins. Wait, no. That's silly. There's nothing for them to do. Gremlins just attack things. They're insane. Nope, not gremlins...
Plan G. Rocket bed. Perfect. It'll fly around and... such... Nothing to... move or... run into...
Plan H. Blanket ghosts... No... No... No... Not even gonna explain it. See plan F.
plan I. Just let the bed sleep. Yeah. That'll work. Maybe try to get a temporary HP boost from being relaxed. Maybe boost efficiency... Wait a minute... the bed is an inanimate object...
plan J. Have the black box sleep in the bed... That's not alive... either... or at least as far as anyone really... knows... Gonna have to talk to the writer about that...
plan K. Put the bed back in the box. Yeah, like, store the bed. That would be like CP, right? No, that's a waste.
plan L. The bed is a monster. Ahh!... But then there's nothing to attack!
plan M. Monster under the bed... Right... that's just plan L...
Plan N. Mattress related shenanigans. I dunno. Maybe snowboarding on it. Using it to build up elastic potential energy to throw something... Meh.
Plan O. Exploding bed. Yes, this is the nether, right? No, hexagonal field. Get it right.
Plan P. Respawn nonsense. No, that's repetitive.
Plan Q... Meh.
plan R. Bunk bed... Now that its typed out like that...
plan S. Literally anything happens... No questions, just make it happen... No? Well then...
Plan T. Bed bug. Let's see... that has two options...
Plan T1. Bed bug: A bed that is a bug. Like an ant or... something... No no no, that's just plan L again.Plan U. Upgrade the bed? But, it's only there for the turn...
Plan T2. Bed bugs: It's an army of bed bugs. Run away! Oh no, some of them are mutated! Ahh! We're all gonna die! No?... Pillow gremlins again. Why?
Plan V. That's it! The bed is a magic portal to somewhere or another and now the black box can go explore around!... Actually, the box might as well get a feel for the actual story...
Plan W. The bed is very hypnotic and leaves those who sleep on it in some dream realm... GREMLINS!
Plan X. Bedder think of something quick. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... no, that wasn't funny.
Plan Y. Question the existence of the bed. If one does not accept the bed, the bed is not accepted. If the bed is not accepted to exist, it just doesn't. No, it doesn't work like that? Meh...
Plan Z. Burn the bed! Burn it! BURN IT! Then, it can go down in a blaze of glory, taking the... GREMLINS!
Well then, that was mighty unproductive. Maybe the bed should just... be... That could work. Nothing can do something.
As whoever has been making these plans tries to grip something with nothing, Plan V seems to strike some interest in the bed. A few crumbs seem to rise out of the bed. Why are there crumbs in the bed? Who knows. There have been some tragic evenings. At any rate, the crumbs float up into the air and form a ring above the bed. What are the crumbs? Why, french fry crumbs of course. And, we all know what this means. A portal opens up and Defender B falls through the portal onto the nice comfy bed, still crying and moaning about the mean teacher lady. In his arms are piles upon piles of french fries. But, how is he here? There's been like a three turn time dialation thingy? Time portal? Well, if we can go back in time, and we know what will happen in the future, can't we mess with it? I dunno. Maybe, the bed has somehow changed its relative time with that long list of how useless it is. It probably takes at least three turns to read it, let alone think of the whole list? The bed isn't even technically a part of the bed. Maybe this is just a delayed reaction thing. This could just be happening three turns from now. Maybe... At any rate, why was this the best plan it could come up with?
Actions 2 & 3: Defender B starts to wipe a few tears out of his eyes. He shoves a fistful of fries into his face and snivels. Why is he here? He wants french fries. FRENCH FRIES! He doesn't see any french fries here! What's the point of existing if there aren't any FRENCH FRIES! As he starts to get up from the bed, meaning to find a way back to his homeland, he hears a soft whisper. "Rest." The Defender slowly complies, not sure if he's actually tired, or if he is so emotionally unstable that he doesn't think to question it. He lays back in the bed. As his head touches the pillow, his mind leaps from his current location to some dream realm. Mist drifts across the white tile floor. Standing about 100 yards away is a simple bed. The Defender steps forwards and is sent flying, making it all 100 yards in just one step. Not sure he's seeing what he is, he wipes his eyes, thinking his tears are blotting out his vision. No, unfortunately, everything he is seeing is real. This includes the odd head that rises from the bed. The head just kind of float about, staring at the Defender from behind its wild hair.
The Defender decides to initiate the dialogue. "Hello," he snivels to the head.
The head turns to look at him. "Hello. It's so nice to meet you. Tell me, you seem sad. What is wrong?" For some reason, maybe the need to vent, or maybe just the oddity of the head, Defender B finds himself spouting all of the mean insults and food rationing he had to go through to get here. He breaks into rapid, unstoppable tears. "I see. Well, I for one can definitely appreciate the hardships you went through to get here. However, I think there are some inconsistencies in what you've told me."
The defender blows his nose and asks, "What?"
"Well, the first player seemed to only have your benefits in-"
"No! Don't talk about them. No."
"But, how else are you supposed to heal?"
"NO! I don't want to heal. I don't I don't I don't."
"Are you sure you feel that way?"
"YES! I don't want to heal. I don't want to." The head raises a single eyebrow. "I really don't want to. What could you tell me that would make me feel better?"
"Just... hear me out. The first player just wanted to inform you of a better life. He only had your own interests at hand. Now, the second one is a different story. You see, that teacher only spent one third of its ability to attack you. And, she also attacked you verbally. She did no physical damage. We both know what the players did to your allies. If they wanted you dead, you would die. It's that simple. By simply sending you off to- what was it? ISS? Yes, that was it. -sending you off to ISS, she spared your life. You lived. The other players tried to convert your allies, but they just couldn't while Go An Na was there. Don't you see? The players used the only tactic they could to keep you alive. You aren't worthless because you are Defender B. Your can do attitude was just what the players wanted to preserve. They never meant you harm. They never meant you harm... They never meant you harm..." As Defender B listens to the head repeat this phrase over and over again, he slowly awakens, laying on the hexagonafield where the bed had once been. He sits up and looks around, hopefully having a new perspective upon all that has transpired. He then munches on a few french fries. Everyone thinks better while eating.