Defeat The Godmodder

[Moniker]

/OOCnull

I really don't blame you Piono, even as the Game Master and thread owner posting crucial updates to the OOC thread, the Necromancy notice intimidates me... I always have to stare at the "Post reply" button for 5 seconds before clicking...

 

[WHM Sukamia]

I see that I am not alone in my fear.

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[Captain.Cat]

I decide to assist the miners directly in their excavations of the earth and I put on a hard head and pick up a pickaxe and start working with the miners to make more progress. (3 CP)

 

[Moniker]

FOCUS!
I get the best equipment forged from the dawi in the depths of the world, and hand it out for free to any aspiring miners. I assist in the training and send them into the mine with a smile on my face.

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(Super sorry I forgot to quote this! It shall happen NOW!)

Your very best equipment attracts some new, skilled miners to the town! +10 townsfolk, and +20% mining efficiency!

Management: Purchase 5 Presser Fuelers, Hydroponics, and 7 Hydroelectric Generators.

Soon, soon the growth will be done...

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MANAGEMENT

Soon... SOON!

Action 1-3: I go to the mines and I create a mega driller that helps with talking out old useless rocks. The drill doesn't harm anything valuable.

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Your mega driller combines with Karpinsky's drill, allowing the both of them to now drill 3 actions into the mines at the end of each turn!

3x I help mining through automated golem miners.

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The automated golem miners join the other two drills! Now, you have SUPREME AUTOMATION! Together, they'll go 4 actions worth deeper each turn!

So, right off the bat, we don't actually need that much player power, you guy sshould focus on finding the Godmodder and helping out morpheus.
Grab the Green Pillar in the sidequest, we don't actually need any kind of power multiplier since we'll be able to one shot basically anything just on our own merits. Player power bonuses are useless to us.

Also someone one-shot the Thanoses, you can kill 20 of them in one go with our current player power, that'll give us our last sidequest accomplishment and have almost everything finished.

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EternalStruggle is finishing up Player Presser
Someone should spend an action dealing with the sidequest
Someone else should spend their turn assisting Morpheus. He needs some kind of comfort, and potentially a safe place to stay for a few rounds.
Lots of people are working on the dice mines, that's really the only multi-action thing left for us to try and do aside from finding a way to hunt down the Godmodder fast (well, excepting the arena but that's already locked in)
As a note on the pillars: Blue is utterly useless to us. Even the Red one would more than max out our power.

Back into in-character...

Piono, having finished his attack against Dragon of Hope, brushes a bit of dust off of himself then turns to see his three opponents facing him down.
He grins.
"And here we have the challengers."
He sets a foot backwards, prepping himself for the incoming onslaught. He holds his hand out in a 'come on then!' gesture, and so on come the attacks.

Bring it on
DanganMachin hops into his monster truck, Dragon of Hope conjures up his storm of 'lemonade', and Ender begins to charge up his aura.
Piono slams his fist down onto the ground as the rain begins to fall, a demonic word of some kind escaping his lips and a sphere of black mist erupts out from around him. A dome of dark energy that neutralizes any of the excalibur rain that tries to come down on him, the holy energies from the excalibur reaction violently and causing the whole thing to vaporize turning to steam. Sorta like those heated umbrellas. Whatever the case, it means that Piono is basically protected, which is good because shortly thereafter DM and Ender charge into the bubble of darkness.
Ender looks around, realizing he can't see Piono anywhere. DM sees a flicker in the shadows and begins to open fire, sending rockets and bullets careening into the darkness and lighting up the area but it turns out that he was firing at nothing more than some of the mist. There's nothing there. Ender looks around, using his powers to try and locate Piono and whirls back around when there's a crunch from DM's side of the field. Piono erupts from underneath the monster truck's engine portion, and roundhouse kicks it as it bounces up into the air.

Outside the dome, Dragon has finished collecting his drink of power lemonade when he hears a metallic crunch and whoosh. He looks up just too late to keep DM's monster truck from slamming into him at full force, knocking the drink from his hands and Dragon of Hope from his feet. RIP his lemonade, you will be missed. Well, technically I didn't miss but you know what I mean.

Ender approaches Piono, apparently unfazed by him quickly and efficiently rebutting both of his other attackers, and tosses Piono the wooden practice blade. "Do you want to use one of your own, or would you prefer this one? Mine is dulled for this little sparring match, and this one strengthened to not shatter, but it is your choice."
Piono raises an eyebrow at Ender. "You do realize we're all invincible right now. Unless I were to attempt a psionic attack on your mind itself, and probably not even then, neither of us could actually do lasting damage to the either of any kind." He turns to face Ender fully. "That being said I think I'll stick wi-" And then Ender vanishes in a red blur, he appears behind Piono, who's already diving forward, and Ender's attack is intercepted by the wooden sword he tossed to Piono launching up into his face and colliding with his forehead. Ender staggers for the briefest of moments but it's still enough for a pulse of concentrated air to launch him out of the sphere of darkness. Ender tucks and rolls back into position just as Piono darts out of the sphere with his characteristic supernatural speed, Ender catching the blow from Piono's sword (a slightly curved longsword with red and blue glowing runes all along its blade) on his own blade with a quick blast of sparking energy and ender's own green and purple fire. "You're fast, that's good. But speed can't stand up to skill." Piono abruptly whips his blade back a hair causing Ender to push forward more than he intended to and then get caught off guard when Piono slams his blade into Ender's again, launching the latter back once again. "Let's go kid. Show me how well you match up against a professional."

Dueling Smashposts
Piono braces himself, and Ender, still flying through air, unleashes a massive column of green fire down towards Piono's position. Piono smirks for an almost imperceptible moment as he leaps upwards from it's targeted point and then ducks under the follow up of purple flame, then launching upwards towards ender in the gap between the two pillars, one arm in each stream of flame that flows around Piono's outstretched limbs. This, of course, prevents Piono from seeing when Ender teleports away from his position and comes out right behind him. Piono barely twists around, flames swirling around his hands, in time to block the flurry of sword strikes with a rune shield. Ender then plants his foot right through the shield and launches Piono away through a Nether Portal.
Piono flies through the Nether and into several lava flows. Ender warps in and coalesces from wind, looking around for Piono. Piono does not seem to be around, though the lava splatteres he created when launched in are very much still visible. Ender hefts his now-hammered weapon over his shoulder, and then lashes out when Piono dives at him from one of the lava flows. Ender swings it around, and Piono blocks. While this does prevent any damage he hasn't compensated for knockback and it sends Piono slamming into the massive lava lake below causing lava to spray up in a massive splash when he hits it.
Ender pulls out a potion of fire resistance, ready to dive into the lava after him, but for the second time in this post Piono rudely interrupts someone else's drink when a high velocity railgun round punches right through the potion, shattering it. Ender quickly twists out of the way of the next barrage of shots as Piono erupts out of the lake below in another plume of lava. Ender swaps his weapon back to sword form and lunges at Piono. Piono tosses the railgun into the air, and counters Ender with a recently-cooled volcanic glass rapier. Ender and Piono dance back and forth, Piono deftly parrying each strike until ender gets ready to supplement his slashes with strikes from his fists. This is when Piono's railgun lands on his head, knocking Ender off balance just long enough for Piono to hyper-speed kame-hame-fus-ro-doken him into the wall. Ender peels off the wall, and (barely) lands on his feet, staring up at Piono with more than a little annoyance in his eyes. Piono grins. "Come and get me if you think you're hard enough!" And Piono backflips into the Nether Portal, back to the main portion of the arena.

Ender realizes that Piono's probably getting ready to set up a counter attack, and turns himself invisible before charging back through the nether portal. This winds up to have been basically useless because Piono isn't attacking himself. Ender charges straight out to see Piono filing his nails almost completely unconcerned. Shortly thereafter he slams right into the spellnet, with golden threads latching to every inch of his body, then twisting him around to face the Nether Portal. Which he immediately realizes is currently sitting in the barrel of a massive cannon. The cannon fires, unleashing a massive projectile that instantly demolishes the Nether Portal and hits Ender so hard that after a few seconds of straining the holding spell snaps, launching Ender straight towards Piono who promptly Lariats him just like everyone's favorite Smash Bros pro wrestler that made the entire fandom angry when it was announced.
Ender grabs his footing again pretty quickly, gotta give it to him he is tenacious, and after another weapon transform unleashes a flurry of arrows. Which Piono is already blocking with another rune shield. A pillar of swirling purple and green fire launches up behind him, and Piono grabs the rune shield, rolling it up into a roughly javelin shaped shape, and then hurls it straight at the chain of Ender's brand new flail. The javeling lodges in the chain that freeze in the air, causing the main ball of the head to swing around and smash into Ender's face halting his charge immediately. Piono promptly knees him in the gut and divekicks him back to the ground below. He rebounds and Piono comes swinging down towards him, this time armed with a mace instead of a sword. Ender barely brings his sword up to block in time, crashing back down into the ground and the two quickly launch into a quick series of strikes bouncing around the arena at incredibly high speeds sending off powerful shockwaves in every direction. Trails of fire, particularly green and purple, get left behind as their chaotic dance trails around the arena.

Ender does a larger attack on Piono, slowing his momentum enough for Ender to get a little distance. He stands still for a moment, and Piono looks at him warily, before standing up straight and rolling his eyes. "Look, if you're not gonna give me a proper fight I'm just gonna finish this-" and suddenly the massive trails of fire scattered around the battlefield flare even higher than before, consuming the battlefield in shimmering green and purple fire. The flames rush inwards from around the arena, converging on Ender's position and forming into the shape of a massive dragon. He appears atop it: "Do you like it? It is a simple trick, but I figured it might make things a bit more… interesting." Piono taps his foot impatiently. "So long as it delivers, I'm game. We're supposed to be putting on a show here." Ender sinks back into the dragon's form, which crystallizes slightly into a more defined form of an entire flaming dragon.
Piono smiles wryly as the dragon charges towards him, loosing forth a gout of fire. Piono charges right through it, coming out the other side apparently totally unharmed. "This is definitely an interesting turn of events. However..." The dragon slices at him with its massive talons. The increased size makes it easier to antcipate though, and slides between the gaps in the claws, swinging out on top to run up its leg/arm. "You seem to have forgotten something kind of important." Piono suddenly slices upwards, shattering the mace in his hand but smashing off a massive part of the dragon's face. It reforms, but the fire inside it seems slightly weaker. Piono pivots in the air, and launches downwards but the dragon has already taken off into the air. It bellows, challening the still earthbound warrior to follow. "You've seen me fight before, you've seen what I'm capable of and the feats I've accomplished." He does, launching upwards immediately on a pulse of energy, right up towards the dragon that is already lunging down at him to try and take a bite out of him. He pushes his hands forward and a pulse of freezing cold followed by a blast of charged plasma then a sonic shockwave with resonant properties launching forwards. The dragon's teeth undergo thermal shock and a massive hole is blasted in them when the shockwave hits them, leaving a gaping circular hole in its line of pearly whites. "You know that I maintain my skills, even after they've stopped being relevant..." The dragon rears up, then lets loose an enormous gout of swirling multicolored fire towards Piono. "So why on earth did you think using fire against me would be any smarter than it has been in the past?"
Piono pulls his arm back, as if yanking a cord, and the massive gout of fiery breath condenses inwards, funneling down as if into a whip by the side of his hand. He exhales and all the heat and fire he's been absorbing throughout the course of the fight launch out and swirl around him adding red and orannge to the green and purple that flickers around him in a glowing halo of heat and light. The dragon spins around trying to slam into Piono with its tail, but Piono brings his arm up causing the flames he's collected to expand into a massive barrier that the tail collides against with such force the 'crystallization' cracks slightly, leaking out a bit of errant flame before it reforms. Piono reaches out, a massive arm forming of his collected fire and grabs the dragon's tail, he whips it around and plunges to the ground far below, smashing the fiery dragon into the stone floor with a resounding crash.
The massive blaze of fire recedes back into Piono's arm, and he floats down towards the dragon. "Nice go kid, I must say I'm impresse. Must say though, your technique still needs a more work." Piono draws his hand backwards and an enormous spear, its shaft lined with designs and arcane engravings of all kinds and its head wicked and jagged, materializes in his hand. "Time to end the match, I think." He lunges downwards, spear going point first, and the dragon hastily whips up a portal in front of him. Piono dives right through it at high speed, and the dragon curls around and follows him in immediately after.

Piono skids to a stop and dismisses the spear as he realizes he's been tossed into a fascimile of the End. "Alright, shame on me for commiting to a finisher before the enemy was out I suppose." The dragon charges at Piono, who without even turning to look at it, flips up over its head and landing behind it, causing it to careen into one of the obsidian pillars. "Come on I know you've got better than that." The dragon pulls itself out of the wreckage, and unleashes another burst of fire. Piono sighs and readies to grab it, but instead of pulling in towards him, they latch onto his arms then lash to the remaining pillars. They also keep him from teleporting, but he doesn't find that out since he doesn't even try. The dragon attempts to launch a massive barrage of fire crystal into Piono, but it's too late. Piono pulses out a wave of fire, and yanks on the chains holding him in place. All of the pillars on the island slam inwards, apparently crushing him (but honestly? you'd be stupid if you thought they actually had) but also totally intercepting the entire storm of crystal shards. The dragon tries to charge at him, only for one of the pillars to launch outwards and crash into the dragon's head. In the brief moment where it staggers, Piono whips up the other pillars and smashes each of them over the dragon's form one after another except for the final one which suddenly shatters crunches inwards, condensing all of the mass down into a harpoon (though admittedly still a rather large one). As the last pillar smashes into the dragon, Piono launches the harpoon forward, with the back of it wrapped onto by a thin string of intense fire. The harpoon slams into the dragon, lodging in its chest, and Piono yanks it backwards launching the dragon towards his position. Piono lets go of the 'string' and steps out of the way to the side, making the massive wave of fire from before sprout out of his arm but in a less coherent shape, just a massive mass of multi-colored flame. The dragon rushes past him, and he spins around, slamming the mass of flame into the back of the dragon and pushing it forward more but also tilting its trajectory slightly so that its aimed at the portal back. Finally, he pushes his unused arm outwards and the massive wave of fire explodes, launching the dragon right through the portal in a massive gout of heat and light.
Piono dashes through the portal right after it.

Piono leaps through to find himself confronted with a massive storm of the fire crystals. "When all you have is a hammer I suppose..." The dragon surges forwards towards Piono as the crystals launch straight at him. Piono puts his hands together as if he's trying to mimic a Naruto ninjitsu style of some kind but has never actually watched Naruto, and a massive array of floating shadowy arms grow out of his back, pulling weapons out of the remnants of assorted fires still scattered around the playing field and smashing into and intercepting the assorted incoming crystals. Each time this happens it leaves behind a massive burst of flaming energy that more of the arms reach forth to pull into weapons, so turning the onslaught's own energy against it. The dragon is not dealt with, however, until Piono himself grabs the portal and whips it around into the path of the dragon's first attack, before kicking it forward so the rest of the dragon passes through it too. He leaps forwards and grabs the portal before it can come to a stop, and then tilts it over so that the opening is facing downwards, into the ground. He hops backwards as there is a loud thump and crunch when Ender's dragon form tries to come back through the portal and slams into the rock of the hexagonafield at full speed.
shortly thereafter, another portal opens up and the dragon, somewhat worse for wear, comes out of it. By this point the crystal swarm has slowed considerably, if only because Piono now has so many extra equipped shadow arms that he himself is not actually visible anymore under all the extra weapons and arms. Suddenly, the crystals stop all together. "Hm?" The crystals all suddenly flow away, and Piono lets his arms and fire weapons disperse to get a better look at what Ender_smirk is doing. It is very clear quite quickly though, all of the crystals are flowing backwards together into a single point and coalescing. A spark of energy is pulsed into them and suddenly a massive sphere of power takes shape. The dragon holds its 'hands' over its head, and then makes a throwing motion, sending the massive ball of energy careening down towards Piono, the whole thing only getting even more impressive when the dragon dives into its heart, increasing its size, speed, and intensity. It touches down with a cataclysmic explosion that likely would've blinded everyone in the stadium if there were actually a real audience and not just mechanized cardboard cutouts with speakers on the back.

Ender looks down at the crater, "So... What do you... think..." Ender falls silent as he abruptly realizes that Piono is not actually in the crater at all.
A voice sounds from above him, and ender whirls around to see Piono floating above him totally unharmed, with his coat fluttering dramatically in the wind. "You know, for all your failed efforts at getting me to stay in one place before, you really should've done something to keep me from cheesing an attack this big by teleporting out of the way. So... what do I think about your little light show? Well..." His eyes flash with a searing red light and a glimmering aura of power bursts into being around him. "You'll have to try a little harder than THAT." He and ender float down to the ground, and stare at each other across the devastated arenascape. "Don't hold back this time, because you're not gonna last five seconds if you do."

ROUND 2:
FIGHT!

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Defenses locked in!

Evaluation will occur at the end of the turn!

FOCUS:
I upgrade the Tunnel Boring Machine with Nanothorn Drillbits. Nanothorns slice through just about anything like a thousand degree knife through half-melted butter, and this rock will be no exception.

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The Tunnel boring machine now digs FIVE actions worth each turn! This is too much! The automation is going to replace all your human workers at this rate!

Moniker senpai? You ignored my last post T-T. I was between dragon and ES.
1. I falcon punch the swarm of thanos
2. I jump into the mine... and then falcon punch the ground in order to help dig.
3. Morpheus... here. Take this. I pat him on the back and grant him strong defenses.

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(OOC: I'm sorry :C)

FALCON PUNCH! 20 Thanoses slain!

You scoop up a bunch of Infinity Stones from their corpses, and give it to the Godly Sidequest NPC! He gives you the GAUNTLET OF x16 POWER! And with that, every sidequest is done!

All sidequests complete!

FALCON PUNCH 21 Meters!

Morpheus is now protected from dying (again) by various very strong defenses!

1.I upgrade my machine gun so that they shoot lasers instead of bullet
2.I make sure my monster truck can't get stuck on the roof
3.I summon two armed drones to assist in the attack and to defend me later. Can self destruct with a powerful explosive charge inside.

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Machine gun and monster truck upgraded! Furthermore you now also have 2 armed drones! You can use them in your attacks in the next round of "duel" combat.

The quiet watcher approaches the mysterious green pillar and lays his hand on it, followed by the red pillar. There was nothing stating that he couldn't, after all, and he was quite willing to take any addition to the difficulty of the challenge ahead of them to find the Godmodder. Especially since a flat increase to player power wasn't really needed right now. He had no idea of what was going to happen now.

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As you approach the pillar, you suddenly have the feeling that properly laying hands on one will immediately make all the others disappear. All the same... +1 vote for the green and red pillars!

Action 1: I summon the Very Very Very Very Very Very Very Very Very Very Large Surveillance Array. It has the following stats:

VVVVVVVVVVLSA: 1000 x 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 HP, 1 x 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 attack
*Surveillance: Units and unusual occurences in line of sight of any drones in the VVVVVVVVVVLSA will be discovered.
*Combined Detector: When 1000 or more VVVVVVVVVVLSA drones are present in an area, they are capable of combining their data to detect cloaked, invisible, underground, or otherwise hidden entities, threats, and interesting details. For every three orders of magnitude of additional units in an area, one countermeasure that would somehow still stop them from detecting the target is removed, and failing that, one secret ability or attribute of the target is discovered.
*Very Small: VVVVVVVVVVLSA drones are incredibly small, about the size of an ant.
*Teleportation: VVVVVVVVVVLSA drones have limited teleportation abilities that they can use to cover large areas quickly.

Because the drones rapidly teleport out and scatter to encompass the entire Sphere, nothing should be able to hide, and we should quickly find the Godmodder's location. If they fail to find it with a low-level scatter, they organize into more concentrated groups to maximize their Combined Detector perk.

Action 2: I increase the Base Player's Power. As all players are subclasses of Base Player, this increases the power level of all players.

Action 3: I create a Multiplier Modifier that increases the value of all multipliers by .01. That should significantly increase power level, right? (It's a 1.01^amount of different multipliers multiplier if my math's correct).

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The detection powers will require at least 5 CP total.

+200,000 Player Power!

The Multiplier Modifier fails due to the Curse of OPness! It seems the creativity/power level were unbalanced.

(x2)I offer the Crystal Dream Gems back to Morpheus.
"Don't worry about it too much, Look on the bright side, at least you're still alive and can find a new purpose I suppose.Come,let's get you a temporary hideout...unless you're planning on fighting the Godmodder with us right now, which should give you Player Powers..."

I create the NPC Hideout and ask if the Dark One also wants to join in the Hideout with the facilities it has such as a Pool Room, an Infinitely restocking Fridge/Freezer and 5-Star Hotel Beds.

(x1)I improve our existing Digging Machinery in the Dice Mines by replacing some parts with Indestructible Obsidian and a few Diamonds, a general Charm of Efficiency would help as well.I am then struck with a bit of Inspiration and using the Power of the Second Shard,I call upon the Power of Anime and call Gurren Lagann,i then proceed to make the Drill that can pierce the Heavens as part of the Machinery,i also take some nanobots from Big Hero 6 for general assistance

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Morpheus pockets the Crystal Dream Gems, though he doesn't seem to know what to do with them.

Morpheus: ...I suppose you're right.

Morpheus: I feel like I have... a new lease on life.

Morpheus: No powers means... few responsibilities. I can do what I want, now. But... (what do I want?)

You create the NPC HIDEOUT! Morpheus and the Dark One take up residence. It will protect them from any wide field-sweeping attacks.

The extra machinery increases the mining efficiency by 10%!

Who were you calling a newbie, piono? Because if it was me, then I'll have you know that I've been around since the SoulRazer, at least, and possibly before then. Well, regardless. To defend against piono, I boost my skill greatly, and I'm not unskilled normally either. I then boost my speed in such a way that I gradually get faster, without needing to spend more power. I also give myself a boost that multiplies my stats by 2, and it also works with my other boosts. So, that increases my speed, strength, durability, and endurance. Endurance allows me to go on for even longer, so now I can last twice as long in the battle as I could before. As for the darkness, I light up my eyes, so they act a bit like a flashlight. Also, since I am partially a dragon, I can breathe fire, so I use that to my advantage whenever piono gets close to me. If possible, I then boost my defense and speed even further. I don't exactly know what I have to work with here, after all.

Edit: MY LEMONADE! YOU MONSTER! Excalibur's power tastes good for its owner. Also, now that I think about it, why exactly was I the biggest threat to you?

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Defense locked in!

Evaluation will happen at the end of the turn.

Alastair and the Seeker of Darkness were too locked into what they were about to do to notice Morpheus's return and his depowerment. They were busy trying to figure out how to deal with each other to meet their own goals.

Alastair growled, knowing he had no way to stop the Seeker of Darkness on his own power. What he needed was more power. Maybe what he needed... was more LIGHT! But how...

And then in an instant of terrible dread, he knew how. Almost against his will he created 7 shards. These 7 Shards were of Light. One for each kind: Faith, Hope, Love, Honor, Righteousness, Bliss, and Life. now simply mentioning the words in any post or invoking their power in any form would boost these shards. Perhaps only to a certain extent, but at any rate, once they were filled up enough, they would be granted full power and scatter to find 7 Hearts of either Pure Light, or 7 Hearts of Light willing to fight against the Darkness.

The Seeker of Darkness laughed in his face. "Setting up plan B? FINE BY ME!"

And so, 13 Shards of Darkness were shaped. One for each kind as well: Pride, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, Pain, Sadness, Fear, Disgust, Ambition, Death. These vessels of Darkness, too, would be filled by the mere mention of their aspect and, once filled enough, be sent off to find the 13 Darknesses needed to summon the Ultimate Weapon the Dark Lusted after.

And so, the two were once again at a standstill.

Straixala felt tempted to do something similar for himself. To make 7 Heart shaped containers to fill with the Colors of Determination. Or, perhaps, he could give something to/engage Morpheus in a long talk. But instead...

Something different happened entirely. He stumbled and slumped against The Wall. He felt hollow briefly, as if h returned to being a full Nobody. But he knew better.

It was fear. He felt fear, and a vision swallowed him whole. A vision of another time, another Godmodder...

And himself.

The vision shows a younger, more carefree version of himself summoning a Keyblade. The Kingdom Key, to be specific. Then it shows him trying and failing to fix a railgun to a point in spacetime. A fast and loose game of baseball with Bugs Bunny to damage an Omnidroid. Donating a charge to a despondant CaptianNZZZ and moving into his tower. Falling into despair over failed actions and then ripping it out to transform his Keyblade. Becoming Wonder Eyes Soul and destroying the Omnidroid's Shell. Doing battle with the Dread Cthullu. Learning of that Godmodder's plans to absorb an entire ROB. Restored Sanity to a Villanous Anti-Hero. Did battle with Satan and banished him back to Hell.

And then... And then...

Oh.

"The Anti-Adaptation Beam. It caused an abomination to adapt to meta attacks and..."

Straixala felt overwhelming guilt. He had fucked up, somehow, and in his despair, he missed a boat. A boat to a Treasure Hunt he had promised to help with. That deep pit of despair...

But then he remembered something. Something was wrong. He woke up in the Godmodder's Soul Jail lamenting how he had fucked up and failed to go on that sidequest.

On a hunch, Straixala used his Chain of Memories, still somehow connected to him despite no longer being a Nobody, and connected it to the Memory Chain of this Godmodder Fight.

...Nothing. Before he ended up in the Soul Jail... He didn't exist.

"What..." His eyes were wide as he slumped into a chair made by his own power. "We've... we've been living a lie?"

He searched the memories again, from his real history. It seems the incident started...

It started when he was surfing a thread of a forum called Spacebattles. He remembered the link clearly.

Destroy The Godmodder

Straixala's head spun. He... he and the rest of the Alastairs had just been a normal human. They were dragged into a Godmodder fight by an errant link, fought for a while... then...

How. How did he end up here? How did he end up in this Godmodder's Soul Jail? Why did he have/believe his tragic backstory? And why was he only remembering this now?

There was a massive gap in his memories and history. In fact, with how his old 'history' having been a sham all along... how did he know this one was real?

He reached... and he summoned his old ongoing charges.

Platinum Robo w/o Akashic Mode: 5/10 charges

Unique Charge: Pure "OD??"

He felt the Platinum Roboproject go into his Inventory. The Pure "OD??" Charge...

It got entirely absorbed by the Darkness Shard of Wrath. A name came to Straixala's tongue.

"Odio. Hatred."

(ACTION SUMMARY:

Action 1: Created Seven Shards of Light. So much as mentioning their aspects fills up an internal charge, upon which they are scattered like soulbonding Dragonballs to be used as a Plan B to create the X-Blade.

Action 2: Created the Thirteen Shards of Darkness. So much as mentioning their aspects fills up an internal charge, upon which they are scattered like soulbonding Dragonballs to be used as a Plan B to create the X-Blade.

Action 3: I remembered who Alastair really was, and used this action to import his last known charges from the thread he originated from. This post, specifically: Destroy The Godmodder | Page 27 The Platinum Robo charge was sent to his Inventory, the ODIO charge was absorbed by the Shard of Wrath.)

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You summon the SEVEN SHARDS OF LIGHT and THIRTEEN SHARDS OF DARKNESS! Its up to you to keep track of them.

Platinum Robo added to your inventory! And so the truth comes out...

(OOC: You know, initially I meant to read Crusher's thread but I never did. Huh.)

"Oh goody choices lets see"
I look at The Quiet Watcher doing a Loophole. Then i look at the Red Pillar.
"Screw loopholes Im picking Red and Red only"

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+1 vote for just red! Thats 2 red/1 green.

Ultimo Durana: 100 Energy Stored

FOUL ACTIVE

3 ACTION FOCUS - LEVEL UP: I perform a bunch of seal breaking, leveling us up a bunch. Rad!

Click to shrink...

You break the SEAL OF BEING LOW LEVEL! This results in an immediate massive increase of your level! +225 levels!

Action 1: The top and sides of the black box lift off like the lid to a platter. Standing on the bottom side of the black box is a chef. He's got the hat, knives, shirt, apron, and just about anything else a chef might need for his chefing. He scans the area really quickly and notices Morpheus. He walks over to him and says hello. "Would you like some food? I've met a few resurrected beings, and they all said that a good meal can help." The chef stares at Morpheus, who seems too tired to respond. "Then again, some rest can help as well." The chef stands there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. He then asks, "What did you do before you... revived?" Morpheus gives him a questioning look. He thought all players knew who he was, what he did. Morpheus quickly explains that he was the god of dreams and nightmares and that he helped the players. "Ah, and I heard you lost your powers, eh? Well then, I think that power is probably just locked within you. I think I can cook up a nice meal to help you get it back. After all, I think us... players... have enough power to create a universe or something like that. That sort of energy drink will probably get you back up and going in no time." The chef whistles and a trolley rolls out of the black box. On it is a wide pot with a ton of random inscriptions carved into it. "I think my potion cauldron will work for this." The chef reaches into his pocket and takes out a squirt gun filled with boiling water. He empties the boiling water into the cauldron and puts the gun away. The chef then starts sprinkling in some spices, adds a few cloves of garlic, and a random sleep potion he had lying around.
Action 2: "It's time for the secret ingredient for this dream smoothie." The chef sticks a spoon in his ear-
DO NOT TRY ANYTHING YOU READ OR HEAR AT HOME. SOME THINGS ARE NOT MEANT TO BE ATTEMPTED. MOSTLY THINGS READ IN THIS AND OTHER DTG THREADS.
He wiggles the spoon around and then takes it our. In the spoon is a white, glowing liquid. The chef holds the spoon up to show Morpheus and says, "This is what I like to call Dream Juice. It is raw dream power." He takes the spoonful of Dream Juice and drops it into the cauldron. The boiling water bubbles and fogs over. The fog clears and a scene appears in the cauldron.
The chef paces back and forth in his luxury, five star apartment. He looks at his watch and sees it's midnight. His eyes turn out his window and peer over the city skyline. Lights flash about as car horns blare. The chef's eyes head back to his watch and then to the door. "It should be soon... It should be soon..." Three knocks drum against his door and a man shouts from behind it.
"I've got mail for... The Chef?" The chef sprints across his apartment to the door and opens it up. A typically clothed mail man hands him his letter and has him sign for it. The chef wishes the mail man a good night and slams the door shut. He ferociously tears the fancily sealed letter open and reads it. Tears start to run down his eyes. The chef grows a humongous smile.
The scene changes. The chef stands behind a full kitchen set from some sort of TV show. He nervously rocks on his feet as a huge screen displays the record of the most famous chef in the land, Senior Chef, his father. His dad walks down the red carpet down to a completely identical cooking set up. The announcer yells some senseless nonsense about a changing of the guard or something like that. It doesn't matter. All that matters is the ten second countdown on the screen. Sweat drips down the chef's face. Five, four, three, two, one. A horn blares and the audience roars. The two chefs sprint over to their shared pantry. As they frantically grab at ingredients, Senior Chef looks over to his son and smiles. "Son, you're a great chef, but I'm not gonna give my title to you." The chef smiles and keeps focusing on his meal.
The two sprint through the most intense cooking competition either has ever experienced. They answer random questions about their meals. Each one is completely focused on beating the other. The clock ticks down. Thirty seconds. The chef is hurrying across his work station, trying to perfect the presentation and taste of his meal. He grabs a garnish for the food and does a quick turn over to his plate. Disaster strikes. The chef slips on a small patch of water he had spilled early in the match. He skids to the ground and hits his head on something hard. The chef looses consciousness.
As the chef awakens, he sees his dish in front of him. He smiles. Maybe he didn't need the garnish. A hand waves in front of his face. He watches his dad shake him and ask if he was okay. He nods. Relief passes through the room.
The scene speeds forwards. A giant scoreboard appears on the screen. Senior Chef has an nigh on perfect 29 points. The chef's name still doesn't have a score. The judges stare at the chef, striking him with intense fear. The judges hold up three numbers, each the same. 10 10 10. The audience screams. 30 appears on screen. Senior Chef embraces his son. The vision ends.
As the chef looks down at his ultimate dream, he smiles to himself and shakes his head. "I know, I know. Big dreams, big ego."
Action 3: "And of course, no dish is complete without some drama." The chef sticks the spoon in his other ear-
REALLY, DON'T GO SHOVING SPOONS IN YOUR EARS.
He yanks it back and forth and thrusts it out of his ear. As opposed to the first liquid, this one is a deep black and generally uninviting. The chef shows it to Morpheus again. "This is Nightmare Sauce. It tastes strangely like BBQ. Don't ask me why." He drops it into the cauldron and the soup becomes encased in shadows. The shadows clear and a new vision begins.
The chef lays restless on the floor his parents' basement. In his left hand is a paper for a job interview. In big, red lettering is the word INVALIDATED. He slowly rises to his feet and trudges over to the cot in the corner of the room. He sits down and shakes his pillow. He puts it back down and lays down. "Why...?" he asks as he lays there, dejected. He hears a low rumble as his bed shakes. The chef feels too depressed to notice. His bed rumbles again. He still doesn't care. Suddenly, his head drops from his pillow to the base of the cot. Scared, he jolts up and looks around. He sees his pillow resting on the floor. Irritated, he picks it up and holds it in front of him. The pillow grows two eyes. The chef's eyes widen. He drops the pillow as the pillow grows a mouth, feathery arms, and pillow case legs. It leaps forwards and begins to eat him alive. The last thing the chef utters is, "PILLOW GREMLINS!!!"
The cauldron darkens. The chef looks to Morpheus. "I know, I know, out of all the things I could be afraid of, why am I afraid of pillow gremlins? It's a long story involving a pillow factory that sold souvenir masks. I know, most chefs are afraid of the Bread Man. I'm not saying that I don't fear him, I just doubt I'll ever find a large enough bread concentration for him to be a concern. Anyways, back to cooking." The chef stirs up the ingredients and adds a few finishing touches. He grabs a bowl and spoon from the cart and gets a scoop of the concoction in the bowl. "You can have this whenever you'd like. I've just gotta go." The chef hands the bowl to Morpheus as the black box scoops up him, the cauldron, and the cart.
Action Summary:
Action 1: Make a basic stew in a potion cauldron.
Action 2: Add Dreams.
Action 3: Add Nightmare and serve.

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Morpheus eats Dream Nightmare Stew! He can feel it... he can feel it! The... unfamiliar feelings of... new powers... rushing in...!

For a moment, he is imbued with dream power. But these are not the same as his old powers, though they resemble him.

Morpheus: I see... so these are "replacements" for my powers... provided by Player powers, rather than under my own power as a minor god...

Morpheus: ...Thank you, O.R.I.G.I.N. I really appreciate these.

Morpheus: ...But I can't use them (it's like I'm an entity...).

Morpheus holds out his hands and allows the power to flow out of him, again leaving him at an ordinary power level. That said... he does feel a lot better. A good meal really does do wonders!

x3: Eyowe helps with the mining by doing the OPPOSITE of what he just taught: he is digging straight down, falling into several lava pools on the way but still continuing on.

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Your diamond armor and copious amounts of water buckets (somewhat) protect you from the horrific amounts of lava and fall damage you suffer! You CRUNCH, CRACK, and SNAP all the way down!

Your first two actions take you to the 300m mark! The sixth die, and your mining efficiency goes down by 50%! Your last action takes you down another 17 meters, to 317m!

To help counteract the increasing difficulty for mining I return to the task of improving the (once) small mining town by the Desperate Dice Mine. Despite all the work put into the town, it still could be far better.

To this end, I build a factory. See, while the town has grown immensely it still lacks access to certain products. Being able to mass produce pick axes is hardly comparable to being able to mass produce excavation machinery. Commercial items like automotive vehicles and vacuum cleaners can be now manufactured and sold to the town's population. More jobs become available to the locals as the factory requires workers. The factory even has building scale camouflage and sound proofing so the factory remains silent and surprisingly not out of place amongst the town.

...plus the factory's grand opening may have been live streamed and that footage may have contained mind influencing patterns that persuade the viewers to move to the town. (x3)

Click to shrink...

A sudden influx of factory workers enter the town, motivated by robots replacing factory jobs everywhere else! +20 new workers!

The Heir seems to not have been harmed too much by their exchange, and then just comments in replay, "Try harder to do what? I was attempting to warm up for this, since all you have done is wail on Dragon over there. Besides, if we wanted attacks meant to actually incapacitate our opponents, they would be in the vein of telefragging people's brains, not immensely oversized combos, correct? Since we aren't, I figured a show would be more appropriate, wouldn't you agree?"
Getting on to his action for the turn, since the Heir tries to keep inside the arena, it is his computer's time to shine. It simply begins scanning throughout the Suppressor C, trying to figure out what its stats will be upon activation so that we know what we are up against.

Click to shrink...

Suppressor C appears to be incredibly powerful! Almost as strong as The Wall itself, in fact!

I decide to assist the miners directly in their excavations of the earth and I put on a hard head and pick up a pickaxe and start working with the miners to make more progress. (3 CP)

Click to shrink...

Your first two digging actions take you to the 350m mark! You find another die, remarking to your fellow miners that there seems to be a pattern. The ground is now absurdly hard, rendering your mining 60% less efficient! Your last action takes you down 16 meters, putting you at 366 total meters of depth!

The Player Power Cascader is fast approaching completion...

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EPIC DUEL ARENA ENGAGEMENTS:

Pionoplayer -> Dragon_Of_Hope

Pionoplayer engages Dragon of Hope in a duel. His own narration dictates every movement Dragon of Hope makes, controlling his very character, trying to lock him onto a path where he can only lose!

DragonOfHope's defense is to buff himself! He buffs his strength, speed, endurance, multiplying it all by two! His buff casts are constantly interrupted by Piono's attacks, and all he can do when Pionoplayer gets close is to breath fire! Piono occasionally gets singed, but manages to weave past the flames and slice DragonOfHope to bits!

Pionoplayer wins - DragonOfHope has lost the duel!

Dragon_Of_Hope -> Pionoplayer

(somehow, all of this was going on at the exact same time as the above engagement)

Dragon_Of_Hope whips out some lemons, and sends a concentrated burst of SPECIAL EXCALIBUR lemon juice directly towards Piono's eyes! Then, rather smugly, he drinks some lemonade himself! Delicious!

Or that's what WOULD'VE happened, if not for the monster truck! Pionoplayer protects himself against the Lemonade with an umbrella of darkness, and before Dragon_Of_Hope can enjoy his drink, he gets smashed with a monster truck!

Pionoplayer wins - Pionoplayer remains alive!

Dangan_Machin -> Pionoplayer

Dangan_Machin hops in his Monster truck, adds some weaponry to it, and challenges Pionoplayer!

But, of course, Dangan_Machin doesn't describe how he uses the monster truck. This was his key mistake - Piono's narration control ultimately allowed him to weaponize Dangan_Machin's attack against DragonOfHope! Dangan_Machin's attack is almost swatted aside, and Dangan_Machin tumbles out of his ruined monster truck in a heap...

Pionoplayer wins - Pionoplayer remains alive!

Ender_Smirk -> Pionoplayer

Ender_Smirk launches his attack! Similar to Pionoplayer's attack on DragonOfHope, Ender_Smirk's strategy is to lock Piono down and not leave him opportunities to recover and strike back! Finally, he finished by summoning a giant crystal dragon, and having it repeatedly crush Piono through the End! Piono is thrown this way and that!

And yet, Piono is prepared. Piono and Ender_Smirk wrestle for control of the real events, each having their post directly contradict the other, and ultimately the actual events are a mixture of both - Ender_Smirk launching attacks, and Piono using point-by-point counters, managing to negate and even counterattack during it all!

In the end, Pionoplayer gets through! Ender_Smirk is unhurt despite taking many blows, due to him not being the defender. But Pionoplayer is still there.

Pionoplayer wins - Pionoplayer remains alive!

Ender_Smirk and Dangan_Machin stare at their opponent. At this rate, this fight will...

But then they remember. Long attacks might not be the way to go. A clever one-liner can dissipate a paragraph of text, if they just use it right! Keep fighting - this round will probably be the last!

Ender_Smirk, Dangan_Machin, and Pionoplayer are the remaining Players in the Arena! Pionoplayer gets three attacks this turn, although he can only use two as there are two Players remaining!

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AG:

Player Presser goes SHUNT and suddenly you have a lot of new Pressers multiplying your production! However, it does seem that Presser Fuelers are unaffected by tick rate increases.

Somebody in Desperate Dice Village floats the idea for a mine-themed theme park, and the idea takes hold. A theme park would attract jobs and tourists!

The automatic digging drill digs down with 3 actions to 400M, finding the 8th die! Only 2 more! But mining efficiency goes down by 80%... the remaining 2 actions get you to 416m! Nearly there, but its only getting harder!

PG:

The Thanos Horde gets cleared out surprisingly quickly! Well, all the sidequests are done now!

Presumably, the Godmodder did something.

N:

It looks like when/if Suppressor C does wake up, you'll be ready.

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In the CAVE OF DARKNESS AND POWER, it seems the two Players have opted for the RED pillar!

x10,000 Player Power boost!

All Players immediately gain a speck of knowledge... the Godmodder is... THAT WAY! DEEPER IN THE CAVE! As they realize this, the green and blue pillars crumble to dust.

The_Quiet_Watcher and memez_and_stuff advance. Now, the cave is no longer completely dark - lightbulbs embedded in the ground glow, lighting up a path for them to follow.

Eventually, they end up on an upward slope, walking further and further upwards into the cave. Looking up, they can't see a sky. It's complete blackness everywhere except the path.

Finally, they make it a room, a hole in the cave's walls. On the other side of the cave is giant, intimidating, wooden door. It looks a bit... shimmery.

You suddenly get this intense feeling... a premonition! The godmodder isn't expecting you! Right now, it's time for a SURPRISE ATTACK! Burst through the door and take out the Godmodder! You can do it! Do it now! QUICKLY!

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+1,980,000 autogenerated Player Power! and 1,200,000 that wasn't counted last turn!

CURRENT PLAYER POWER TOTAL: 20,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
((7,935,000 ^ 2) x 844,038,144,000(Auto-rounding for Arbiter sanity)
CURRENT PLAYER POWER BASE: 7,935,000 ^ 2
(50,000 base + 640,000 light/dark powers + 1,610,000 basic training + 210,000 generic add + 45,000 Edginess + 700,000 food + 45,000 sun + 4,635,000 autogen )2
CURRENT PLAYER POWER MULTIPLIER: x1,668,965,990,000,000,00
(1 base x 2 formula x 1.50 generic multiplier x 1,179 level mult x 4 Emerald Star x 3 Ender Guardianhood x 1,024 Sidequest rewards x 3 Complicated perk bonuses x 64 Spirit Weapons x 10 Stand x 5 Godmodder's mom x 2 Energy multipliers x 2 Golden Apples x 10 Tree of Experience x 10,000 Godmodder Pillar Buff)

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YOU HAVE REACHED 10 OCTILLION POWER! The absolute HP cap of Reality! And the damage cap, too!

You now possess the power to destroy The Wall in one hit, and escape this place! In the end, not even this challenge could stand against you.

But you shouldn't escape yet! The Godmodder is here! It would be better to deal with him first than to break apart The Wall right away.

From now on, all additional major buffs you gain from completing the various currently running quests will instead translate to powerful items that can be used even outside the Sphere!

This Tribulation will likely be over soon. Be prepared for the next challenge.

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Growth Objectives:
-Manage Player Presser!
-Work in the dice mines and get those Legendary Dice!
-Have an epic duel in the arena!

Current level: Level 1,179
Tickrate: 6 * 2 (12)/turn
Autogen: 165,000/tick (5,000 Reactor + 155,000 training + 5,000 broken Reality)

THE SPHERE:


The Wall: 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000/10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 HP (regenerates 1000% of all damage dealt back)(immune to max HP reductions)(immune to status effects)(immune to one-hit-kill attacks)(immune to attacks launched with greater than 1 CP)(Boss)

Suppressor C: ???, Special: Come Online: 7/10 (dormant)(Boss)

[AG]Player Presser

Spoiler

Current Energy: 823,402,000
Current Energy generation: +53,115,000 * 365% Energy/tick

Current Pressers: 365 (+1,000 Energy/tick/Presser)(create more with actions)
Current Coal Miners: 20/20 (+150,000 Energy/tick/Coal Miner)(Costs 200,000 Energy to purchase 1)
Current Solar Farms: 10/10 (+1,000,000 Energy/turn/Solar Farm)(Costs 350,000 Energy to purchase 1)
Current Hydroelectric generators: 10/10 (+4,000,000 Energy/turn/HEG)(Costs 3,000,000 Energy to purchase 1)
Current Presser Fuelers: 5/5 (+50 Pressers/turn)(Costs: 50,000,000 Energy to purchase 1)

Upgrades:
Cut corners: 1,000,000 Energy - Reduces HEG cost by 2,000,000/HEG. Reduces HEG Energy output by 25%.
Management Headache: 100,000,000 Energy - increases Coal Miner cap to 1,000,000
Enerjuice: 300,000,000 Energy - multiplies Player Power by 3
Coal Brutalize: 400,000,000 Energy - multiplies Coal Miner output by 2
Presser Pressers: 500,000,000 Energy - multiplies Presser Fueler output by 1.5
Battery Bunny Mascot: 1,000,000,000 Energy - multiplies Player Power by 10
A Can of Mountain Dew: 10,000,000,000 Energy - multiplies Player Power by 10

[AG]EPIC DUEL ARENA:
Current Duelists: Ender_Smirk, Dangan_Machin, Pionoplayer

[AG]Partially Filled Cataclysmic Cascader:
◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ _ _
Desperate ◘ mines:
Currently mine depth: 416 meters (+5 actions worth of digging/turn!)
Current mining efficiency: (340+130) - 390 = (80%)
Current Town pop.: 96 (x3.40 efficiency)(Recruitment x2.5)
Events:
Mine Theme park (needs to be built)

[N]The Dark One: Special: Revelation: 4/4, RP: 0

[N]The Tree of Lithium

CAVE OF POWER AND DARKNESS:
Mysterious Shimmering Door (The godmodder is definitely behind it!)

Curse of No Charging
Curse of Entity Impermanence

Player list:

Spoiler

Alastair Dragovich - CP: 23 (has Solar Powered Player Killer Armaments - high damage against Players!, Pelicannon, Rage Cube)
Arsenical - CP: 8(1 post in debt!)
Bill Nye - CP: 18 (has super sharp gold sword - 3 power left, burny iron sword - 3 power left, bow and arrow - 3 power)
Captain.cat - CP: 49 (protected from 1 attack)(has 1 Boost Stone)
[N]CaptainNZZZ - CP: 3 (protected from 1 attack)(has Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Overpowering Poison, Remnant crypt energy, EMP, Mopium, Godmodder Tracker V1.0)
Cephalos Jr. - CP: 2 (has Cybil's blood sample, anti-infantry railgun, pocket reactor(1 power), power armor)
Crusher48 - CP: 5 (Has Tactician Soul in a Bottle, Scanner Cannon)
Dangan_Machin - CP: 9
Daskter - CP: 6 (has Boosted Evolve Hunters)
Dragon of Hope?!? - CP: 0 (Espionage ghost)(Excalibur - 22 Power)
Eevee Shadow Bacon - CP: 15
Ender_Smirk - CP: 8 (has Shadow Agitator)
[N+1]EternalStruggle - CP: 0
FlamingFlapjacks - CP: 0 (has the Retcon Revenger - has a powerful hidden effect, bag of nine-sided die)
General_Urist - CP: 11 (Shotgun of Dope - 2 power left, attack debuffs whoever it hits)
GoldHero101 - CP: 1 (has Ultimo Durana(100 power left, CALLBACK Greatsword, Self damage ticket)
I'mTotallyNot-R.O.B - CP: 0 (has Super Soldier Serum)
[N+2]Joebobobob - CP: 22 (has nice bed, infinite charmzard energy, 4 Boost Stones, cyan orb(1 power) 1 Cleansed (?) Multiplier Orb, Sub-par godmod lock, Something, Godmodder Lock)
Karpinsky - CP: 40
Krill13 - CP: 24 (has Iron Hoe Storm)
Moonstar101 - CP: 0
O.R.I.G.I.N. - CP: 5
Paradoxdragonpaci - CP: 3 (has paradox void cards, hexagonaherbs, 6 Homestuck Aspect vials(Life/Void/Mind/Blood/Doom/Heart gone), BUFFNESS, Save Point: [AG]Psychic Overlord II: 9,000,000/9,000,000 HP, 3,500,000A, Special: Gain Ability: 2/2, Special: OMLDC: 5/5 (When killed, stays alive for one turn, and gets x15 damage)(+300,000 HP/turn)(Boss), crystal dream gems)
Pionoplayer - CP: 111
Ranger_Strider_ - CP: 5
That-Random-Guy - CP: 52 (protected from 1 attack)(has Echolocation)
The_Quiet_Watcher - CP: 17 (has paradise grenade(teleports enemies to paradise), Summonspitter heart, spirit knife, essence of blood, grenades, bit of Dragon soul, entropic glass shard, one Entropic Die)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz - CP: 18 (protected from 1 attack)
The_Two_Eternities - CP: 13 (protected from 1 attack)
[N]The Ego - CP: 98 (+10,000 HP sword, Delicious cake, one use of Somno powers, Player Eye, Player Knife, RGB control panel(has red, green, blue buttons), four-leaf clover)
Vylad - CP: 8 (wearing Impervium Armour, protects from damage!)(has Wound healer, Coin Flipper)
[N+2]Winkins - CP: 0 (has Mook Kill Switch, more of a BBB, +1,000A Iron sword, 10,000 damage token, 1 Multiplier Orb, faint godmodder energy (about to disappear!))

Player Inventory:
Bonfire(3 uses left)(Spend your entire turn resting here to heal)
Ultimate Orb of Shielding(+1 attack shield to everything on field)
Orb of Resurrection (Revives one dead allied entity at full strength)
Time Accelerator (Causes an entity to experience 10 turns of time in 1 turn)
True Multiplier Orbs x 2
Godmodding Vol. 1
Double Rainbow Ticket x 1, Medkit x 2, Paradox Medkit, Melodic transmitter x 3, Redirifle, Miniature Doormaker Plushy, Bravely Default Asterisks, Mirror Frame, Black Filling, Economy-Melting Bank Note
Charge Booster (damage: 7/20)
Wishful Whammy(random effects attack)(non-combinable)
Ring with United States of America Smash(3 uses left)
Celestial Guidance(2 uses left)
Magical Obliteration(1 use left)
Desperation Shield(Leaves one Player at mortally wounded if they would otherwise die)
CP Converter

 

[Ranger_Strider_]

FOCUS!
I jump in the mine, and start burrowing down all on my lonesome.

 

[Karpinskaya]

FOCUS:
I create a Tunnel-Boring-Machine themed ride for the Mine Theme Park!
The ride has cars that are scale models of the Tunnel Boring Machine. Indeed, they are perfect replicas, if smaller.

 

[Bill Nye]

Action 1-3: I spawn many expert miners and they start to work with my enchantment of Efficiency V

 

[EternalStruggle]

ES and Amelia's paperwork has stacked up enormously high as a result of all this Energy.

For this turn's Management, they purchase Coal Brutalize, Management Headache, and 1617 Coal Miners. Yes, that's just the ticket!

 

[The quiet watcher]

The quiet watcher is mildly unsure of how he wants to do this. Should he use applied bullshit to launch the door at ridiculous speeds to hammer against the Godmodder who's undoubtedly behind it, nailing him in the face with the edge of the shimmering wood? Should he use the power of EXPLOSIONS?! to propel it through any defenses it may be hiding behind it, ensuring the blow will hit? Should he preform a dynamic entry to ensure the Godmodder can't see it coming from the power of tropes? Decisions, decisions...

What the hell, why not all of them?

The quiet watcher's foot imapcts the door three quarters of the way up while he drops a handful of grenades at the base of the door, all the while screaming the phrase, "DYNAMIC ENTRY". The moment his foot hits the shimmering wood, the door's hinges break under the might of literary tropes and as the door starts to fall, [MINOR MINNIE] activates, generating the equivalent of a black hole for the briefest of moments directly behind the door. This launches both the door and the quiet watcher into the room directly at the godmodder's shocked face, and as the grenades go off and both propel the door at ludicrous speeds through the sparse defenses the Godmodder had erected previously and into the annals of history as the first man to ride an explosion powered door into a Godmodder's face.

 

[Crusher48]

Action 1: I need a railgun, now. With our increased power, it will do some devastating damage.

Curse of Repetitiveness, railguns are tapped out. Even my secondary gauss pistol is now ineffective.

What about a-

Weath Ray? Those are affected by a trans-dimensional curse of repetitiveness. They've never been useful anyways.

Well now I have to get creative. Give me a minute.

1 minute later...

Alright, I've created the Absolute Zero-Point Cryo Cannon.

What does it do?

It doesn't actually fire anything, at least not in three-dimensional space. It creates points of absolute zero in a narrow cone out from the barrel that rapidly drain thermal energy from the substance they are created over. The integrated artificial mind can track targets the weapon is aimed at and calculate the optimal points to start the freeze. With the player power invested in it, it can freeze almost anything in about a tenth of a second, even through walls and armor.

It has two secondary modes based around a sonic emitter. Firstly, it can trigger a sonic boom to shatter frozen targets before they thaw out, and secondly, it can launch icicles that are generated by freezing water vapor, dealing significant damage.

Action 2: I grab the Absolute Zero-Point Cryo Cannon and head to the tunnel. Before anyone else can breach and engage, I use a Starsight pulse to scan the area for targets, send the data to the artificial mind, and use the Absolute Zero-Point Cryo Cannon to freeze all detected threats, traps, and Godmodders. If the Godmodder is caught, then after I complete the full sweep of the area I lock onto him and keep him frozen with the Absolute Zero-Point Cryo Cannon, hopefully negating some of his defenses.

Action 3: I start hammering Suppressor C, using Resonating Strikes to gain exponential amplification of damage output the longer my assault continues. As my damage is at the damage cap, it is physically impossible for Suppressor C to not die from my attack. Unless it has Chara resistance, which will cause it to face our entire combined wrath next turn.

 

[pionoplayer]

And now for our duel...
Round 2 begins.
(Also I thought I had some clever one liners in my blocks o text but I guess not. *single dramatic tear rolls down cheek*)

Piono looks to his two opponents, and then suddenly splits in three. One for each attack he's been granted. One goes over to both of his opponents, each crackling with energy.
"Alright then, let's do this."
"Alright then, let's do this."
"Alright then, let's do this."

One of me walks over towards Danganmachin. Somewhat reminiscent of that one Jojo meme. Actually that doesn't help too much there's a lot of Jojo memes but I don't have time to go look up exactly which Jojo meme I'm referring to I've got a psychopathic teddybear to kick in the teeth.
Danganmachin readies himself against my attack, trying to prep himself for what my attack will surely be. Whatever he does to prepare, he's probably wrong. Because as soon as I walk up to him I stop, and pose dramatically.
Dangan realizes too late that this pose is me activating my final smash, as he is pulled into a ludicrous cutscene attack.
"LIGHTS!" I point upwards and suddenly several spotlights are shining down on us. Dangan shields his eyes against the brilliant light and suddenly realizes that he can't see anything beyond the spotlights, no arena, no hexagonafield, nothing!
"CAMERA!" I point at him and suddenly he feels his vision go weird, blurring away as if his eyes have become cameras and are motion-zooming away from everything he was looking at.
I pull my hand down in front of me. "Action." I snap my fingers everything winks to blank.

Let's Put On A Show
Dangan suddenly realizes that he's sitting down, that whatever he's sitting on is moving, and that there's music somewhere in the distance in the direction of wherever he's heading to. After a few seconds, an overhead light comes into view, and in the quick moments that it illuminates himself and his ride, he realizes that he's riding some sort of... comfort transport vehicle? That would explain why the cushions are so comfy. There's a box in front of him, labeled "choose a weapon", though they pass beyond the light before he can inspect it. The next light reveals that the box is locked and deactivated at the moment, but something tells him it will be ready soon. There's also a robot driver at the front of the vehicle, but they don't respond when he talks. He looks down and discovers that nothing is rendered below the transport's tunnel, so jumping out is probably a bad idea too. Total cessation of existence due to game engine failure tends to result in losing the fight.
He's resigned himself to the ride just as he realizes that the end is in sight. At the far end of the tunnel lies a massive number of lights, and blaring music. There's a party of some kind going on... No, not a party.
A concert.

As the transport vessel reaches out into the main section, he looks out, he's high up in the air over a massive pit of darkness, surrounded by a crowd of screaming fans. The good kind of screaming. In the center is a massive multicolored dancefloor, with an enormous DJ stand at the center of it. He can't quite make out the figure standing at the records, but he's dead certain it's probably Piono. He hears a click, and the "choose a weapon" box in front of him clicks open. He leans over it, and opens it.
It's empty.
He stands back a second and blinks, then realizes that everything else has stopped too. The music, the noise, even the transport has stopped moving forward. He looks around. Yup, everything's frozen, what happened?

Meanwhile, in the writer's office.
"What do you mean he used the final smash early, we hadn't finished writing it yet we thought we had time to work on the other projects!"
"He used it early I said! You better go find it and finish writing it, ASAP, or we're gonna lose the contract!"
Much panicking ensues.

Dangan waits in the transport. After tossing the box over the side, he discovered that none of the hitboxes elsewhere in the arena were properly put in, since this wasn't supposed to be where he ended up. And the cutscene seems to have disabled his Player powers. In short, he's stuck. All he can do is wait and hope that everything resumes properly...
It can't take that long, right? Piono always comes back and finishes his longposts.

Dangan is nothing but bones, at this point. Starved and Thirsted to the point that he saw no option but to temporarily die in the hopes that the longpost would someday end and he could return to the arena...

Meanwhile back in the writer's (ex) office:
They never found the longpost. It had been lost under the piles of unfinished attacks for various anime characters and JRPG final bosses, and so they had lost the contract. Soon after the business had gone under.
Jerry, the one originally responsible for writing it all sighs as he puts paper after paper into the office shredder. It was all they had left to do before they closed up shop.
Not even looking at the paper, he reached for one that was once intended to detail the ultimate musical showdown in a concert that would never be forgotten...

Dangan, still not having roused himself from being dead, is caught totally unaware when he, along with the rest of the longpost, are put through the paper shredder.

And back on the main battlefield, Piono looks up as he hears a ding.
He puts away his packaged lunch and turns back to where he initiated the final smash.
It's about darn time that it finished. What even happened in there?
He never gets his answer, because Dangan drops out of it flashing red and releasing smoke. He's prime for a KO mode.
"FALCOOOOOOOON!" Dangan looks up at Piono and sighs, closing his eyes. "PAAAWWWWNCH!"


Elsewhere across the arena...
Ender watches as Piono walks towards him. (wait weren't they like barely 10 meters apart previously) Ender readies himself, and suddenly Piono is right behind him. Ender (presumably) dodges out of the way of the enormous beam of black energy that launches out of his hands. Ender spins around only for the beam to wrap around at him. Ender dodges out of the way as the beam criss-crosses across the arena and by the time he gets his bearings again and can focus on other things in addition to dodging, Piono is totally surrounded by the beam on all sides including up and down. Flickering black tendrils begin to wave out of the portions of the beam, then without warning they reach up and outwards. More like an interface screw, because no matter where Ender is standing or moving, they seem to reach up straight towards and around him, coating his view in blackness and pulling him into the void.

Ender suddenly lands with a thud, staring up into a greyish red sky. He groans and stands up, looking around. He seems to be on top of an apartment building in a somewhat wrecked city. As if a war had torn through it some time ago, and then it had been abandoned, leaving all of the already damaged buildings to degrade further. Some buildings are gone, quite a few are mostly destroyed, almost all of them show some sign of significant damage, but a few here and there just look a bit run down as opposed to significantly disturbed. Fortunately, the one ender is standing on seems to be one of those.
Ender surveys the city, it's desolate. The clouds in the sky are churning, and the few brief gaps he sees further up beyond show an angry red sky. Like a sunset over a forest fire, except the whole thing. A few stars peek through it, so it's probably nighttime. The clouds and sky still seem to be glowing a bit themselves, so the city is just sorta dismally grey instead of dark and shadowed. The only major biulding still standing is a massive tower at the center of town. There are lights going up the side of it, and it reaches into the clouds so that he can't see the top of it.

And then there's a crack of thunder. Ender turns around to see Piono rising to his feet on a rooftop across the street from him. "You know, we weave our attacks from stories, and the best stories have raw emotion in them. So perhaps I'll show you a bit of the emotion behind mine. You better have a good return serve for me." His eyes flash brilliantly for a brief moment. "Because I'm not pulling any punches this time around."

Long Live the New Gods
Piono and Ender stares each other down, Piono seemingly waiting for something, Ender on his guard since he knows countering the definitely incoming attack will probably be a lot more effective than actively interfering since that would let Piono just restart it without issue. And then he sees the glow forming around Piono. Little particles of light are moving in around his body, drifting through the walls, air, and ground, and moving into him. Piono closes his eyes for a brief moment and sighs, and when Ender's incoming attempted sneak attack comes to hit him, lashes out his arm with a veil of shadows reaching out and slamming into Ender's face no matter which direction he attacked from and causing the attack to shatter as if it were made of glass and then blow away as if made of dust.
Piono opens his eyes again and tilts his head, the arm jolting sideways and launching Ender through several buildings as another arm erupts out of Piono's back, this one made of some kind of slimy goop but crackling with electricity and flashes of light. He stretches his two normal arms outwards and the light motes rush inwards creating a shell of powerful energy that radiates outwards, burning away any attacks Ender throws at him and launching Ender backwards if he himself tries to approach in any way. In the depths of it he can see Piono's silhouette starting to change...
"Do you remember... all that we've lost?"
Nubs appear around his torso.
"All that we created just so it could fade away into obscurity?"
They reach outwards into longer forms.
"How everything we build here will come crashing down whether we win or not?"
Finally, shapes coalesce at the end of these growths.
"Because I remember. I have not forgotten, and I don't think I ever could."
The light pulses outwards in a burst of blinding light and searing heat. Piono rises in the air, real arms folded, 8 massive extra arms growing out of his back. The one of void and static from before, another of the strange energized goop, a third of living fire complemented by a fourth of blue sparkling crystal. Two more pairs, one made of an arm seemingly carved from glowing magical symbols and an arm built of clockwork and steam apparatuses, the other being made of an arm formed of pure hardlight and the other clearly robotic in nature, adorn his back, making him almost look like some sort of horrific squidgod.

"Welcome to a realm carved of memories and frozen realms that never truly were. Where what I remember and what I truly experienced were molded together and then ripped to shreds. Where old gods danced and played and died in the twists and turns within my own mind as entire universes were fabricated just to get me to fight an even greater evil."
Shadows begin to flicker in the air behind him. It looks like... silhouettes. Figures floating in the air and shimmering into existence. An entire army, and as ender watches they start to become more solid, and flicker, as if beginning to gain color.
"But then I was gone and they suddenly mattered so little as to not exist anymore... It's as they used to say I suppose..."
Two of Piono's arms reach downwards, and using the crumbling building as a launching off point, throw him towards Ender where two more arms grip the pavement and pull him to a stop a short distance in front of Ender, but ripping up the street in the process.
"Long live the new gods."

Player Piono, Form 1: Vessel of Crumbling Memories

And then he attacks, a beam of multicolored energy sweeping downwards and carving straight through the building at ender, forcing him to dodge backwards. Ender rolls backwards and Piono's arms, seemingly spiralling around his back with each step like a wheel, leaving different ones on the bottom with every step he takes. As he marches towards Ender, each arm reaches out with powers that cut down all of Ender's attacks, directing towards him whenever he tries to outmaneuver Piono, launching forward at unbelievable speeds to grab him and smash him through another building as Piono pushes forwards towards him in an unstoppable maelstrom of fire, lasers, and magical blasts that seem to burn through everything, as if somehow slightly more real than anything around them or that ender tries to conjure to stop the storm.
Ender slowly starts to realize that Piono's not actually trying to hurt him. Hit him, yes, but all of the attacks that do land are either deflected even when ender thought he was about to get decked or just weren't very strong. The full force of the aura Piono's arms seem to be providing him with hasn't been thrown at ender yet. Finally, ender winds up with his back against the wall, trapped in a backalley street with actually mostly still standing buildings around him. Piono's extra arms smash into the walls, causing the sides of the alley to suddenly glow with immense power, and Piono launches himself forwards, slamming into Ender and crashing through the wall, sending the two of them tumbling out into a massive ruined plaza.
Here, their duel starts in earnest, Piono for some reason exclusively using his arms though that doesn't seem to limit him much as every single one of them has a variety of powers that twist and grow together when combined in nature. From the miniaturized timestops and blasts of steam from the clockpunk arm to the sudden glitchy repositioning and total disruption of everything of the void arm, Piono lays into Ender repeatedly with a massive barrage of attacks.
"You seem very focused on our little bout here, and while I must say you're still an impressive combatant."
Piono's 'ground' arms suddenly lurch, launching him backwards out of the way of a massive blast of missiles that abruptly ram into ender from the sky.
"You aren't that great at keeping an eye on what's actually going on."
Ender looks up into the sky and see the army of shadows from before, no longer ghosts but still appearing very ephemeral. As if everything, from the gods radiating power to the massive floating war machines, were merely ghosts.
"Or maybe it's because I rigged it against you. Who knows. Hope you can fight on multiple fronts."

And then the waves of attacks begin flowing in, as the figures begin swarming down to assist Piono's incoming strikes. Ender starts fending off the explosions and blasts but realizes partway in that that's not the real problem. Because every so often one of the memory wraiths dive-bombs right into ender_smirk when he's left vulnerable or unaware by the chorus of perfectly timed and powered strikes. The wraith slams into him, vanishing as it does so as if it were never there, but every time one hits him memories begin flooding his head and pushing at his senses, making it harder and harder to actually stay focused on the incoming barrage of attacks.
Memories flood his head as wraith after wraith slams into him. Of children who laughed and played in villages now forever frozen in time, of gods both valiant and sinister fighting with weapons that scorched the skies, of massive metal behemoths built for conquest and the bands of adventurers who joined together to destroy them. Waves and waves of people and places, of smiles, tears, and angry rants. Entire universes just to prop up somebody's memories and then left to decay by the very function that built them and the overwhelming melancholy and anger that runs in Piono's blood knowing that he himself is the only reason for their pointless existence and frozen torture.
Ender starts trying to fight back but it takes a long time to adjust to the flow of memories that rush into his head just to blindside him with emotional and focal instability only to be backed up by an unnoticed punch to the gut that launches him right into the next attack on his mind as the phantasms that assailed him before fade from his mind and memories like a whisper on the wind.
This continues, Piono laying into him with strike after strike both from himself and his memories. Finally, ender's vision begins to clear. He's taken a lot of heavy hits, but it doesn't seem the attack is over just yet...
One of Piono's arms grabs him and slams into the ground again. "Get up. That may have been some cheap tricks on my part, but you stand up and finish this fight properly." So ender struggles to his feet and they resume.
Back and forth, arms and twisted power of memories (though no longer backed by the phantoms, it seems all of them finally either delivered their payload or were dispersed by ender's own counterattacks) versus the great powers that Ender brings to bear to counter them, Piono somehow always being totally separated from Ender's attacks until he finally lands a solid hit, first on one of Piono's arms (which reforms almost immediately) and finally, after what feels like hours of fighting (though in reality is a good deal less) he slams down right in the center of Piono's core.
The arms fracture as Piono tumbles backwards across the pavement, and he collapses inwards. The arms shattering, with the cracks that streak out from them reaching into the world around them out and backwards until they reach up into the sky and pieces of the world begin to cave in and vanish into nothingness.
Ender scrambles back as the world shatters and breaks around him, an awful wind howling around him and beating him back with a power that feels almost like its threatening to drive his very being to extinction. So he runs.
Diving through the crumbling buildings and crumbling patches of existence, he dives through the chaos and oncoming oblivion towards the only structure that seems to still be standing.
Phantoms and banshees, much like from before during the Piono fight but twisted and enraged, fighting and clawing at both ender and his consciousness, flood the streets and try to tear at him, dragging back towards the darkness in an attempt to tear him apart atom by atom and thought by thought.
Until suddenly, he's at the tower. (I hope he made it to the tower, instagibbing him before I've even gotten through the first portion of the attack would be lame). With the 'world' crumbling behind him he blasts his way through the door and then slams it shut behind him. The storm outside pounds against the walls, but it cannot reach in, and soon all is quiet once more.

He looks upwards, the tower is big, and there seems to be some kind of platforming series on the way up the tower. Fortunately it leaves enough space between them to fly... up.
Ender abruptly realizes that his Player powers are being stifled. He's running on physical might and speed alone, no special upgrades, flight, or anything of the sort right now.
He immediately scrambles for the ladder upwards and climbs up it because he knows that if there's something like that about to happen then there's an additional catch.
Which there is. The floor begins to bubble and roil, until it suddenly just shatters entirely, falling away into an inky abyss that rises up and consumes the dropping pieces. Flashes of power and dark energy flicker throughout it all as it begins to rise, heading up towards ender_smirk's location and leaving him no time to rest as it rises, sending up bubbles and blasts of dark energy that punch holes in the already precarious platforming that ender must do to ascend.
He looks down as he begins his mad dash upwards, and he sees Piono looking up out of it. Piono grins, and then sinks down into it again.

Rise Against the Tide of Darkness
Player Piono, Form 2: Raging Despair

...
It abruptly becomes clear to everyone on the outside of the smashpost that Piono doesn't have any ideas for this bit.
There was gonna be a nifty segment where Ender had to fight off a giant shadow monster symbolizes despair and hopelessness while he did platforming but platforming segments aren't nearly as fun to describe as they are to actually go through.
So like, play this game right here, and then mash it with every single Vex game.
If I knew how to make good games in ludicrously short periods of time, I'd do so and upload it here, but I don't even know how to make good games when I have a lot of time so you'll just have to let your imagination do my work for me.
In the meantime, have some elevator platformer music.
None of these are actually elevator music.
I lied about it being elevator music.
If I'm being totally honest...
It's really just an excuse to give music recommendations.
Better than me wasting 3 hours trying to think up uninspired longpost text though, right?
Nobody wants to read that.
To be honest I don't want to write it.
So instead you get this.
Me stalling you with music recommendations.
Yuuuuup.

Are you done listening to music and imagining what Ender is having to go through?
Nice. Because when I said letting you do your imagination do my work for me I wasn't joking.
I stole the segments of platforming that everyone else imagined while they were going through the previous part, and inserted them as pieces that Endersmirk had to parkour his way through. Every time he falls into the black sludge below it just straight up eats him, triples his damage meter through the use of the multi-hour-long super attack I got bored and canceled out of way back here.
Unfortunately all of those imagination-yoinked platforming segments were taking place during the music spam so we don't actually get to watch it. Sorry, that was a bit of an oversight on my part.
I'd tell you to go file a complaint with the PR Department but I think the plane their offices were housed in got telefragged by the elemental plane of instantly dying when the most recent phase of plane imports began.

Anyways we should probably move on now I think this portion of the fight is almost over. Let's peek back in, shall we?

Ender slowly climbs up out of a hatch in the top of the tower, having finally made it all the way up to the roof. He rolls out on the stone floor and heaves some deep breaths. That climb was not pleasant, and even though his player powers are starting to flow back into him he's still pretty winded. "Should I give you a moment?" Ender affirms this (however he deems appropriate) and Piono waits for him to stand back up, however long it takes him. So much for not pulling any punches I guess. "You're right I lied about that, absolutely. It's not like he's the godmodder or anything I can give him a moment to catch his breath between beatdowns." Fair enough I guess.
Ender finally stands up and turns, but Piono isn't there.
Nothing is.
Atop the tower, he can see nothing. Empty void surrounds the tower's apex on every side upwards. Looking over the side reveals that the angry red clouds from the first segment are still swirling around it, but a good deal further below where he is now. This looks like the perfect place for a boss arena. Ender turns as a sussuration informs him that his adversary has properly formed at the center of the platform.
Piono looks at him, and then suddenly blurs. It's almost as if his visage is overlaid against the void itself, suddenly.
"Between memories and despair not many things continue to move forward, but even those who do will eventually reach an end. Let's see how you deal with things that have long since reached that end."

Void Terminus
Player Piono, Form 3: Conduit of Eternities Past
(Featuring guest writing from ManiacMastR, PitTheAngel, The Nonexistent Tazz, DCCCV, Calibri, Ninjatwist, YV, TFToast, Irecreeper, Gutza, SplitSuns, and Twinbuilder)

A cold wind blows from the depths of the eternities. Harsh, and bitter. A chill that cuts ender down to the soul. Metaphorically (mostly) of course, it isn't actually part of the attack instead being set dressing. The distant past is soon to be recalled, and even as the future dims further and further perhaps a little light can be shed by origins from beyond time and causality. The wind twists and swirls in the center of the arena and the air in the miniature cyclone suddenly blurs, leaving behind a somewhat transparent yet still sinister and threatening figure in a red cloak. They seem demonic in nature, but still radiate player energy... or at least, something similar to it. It doesn't seem to match exactly.
Suddenly, flames burst into being around the edges of the platform, casting shadows in every direction and the figure suddenly leaps into the air, brandishing a massive scythe. The figure motions with the scythe, creating a thousand scythes out of the shadows cast on the ground. Each scythe surrounds Ender_smirk and slices into their legs, crippling them. Then, the shadowed figure himself swoops down, hooking Ender's neck and flings them upwards. A purple portal appears and fires a stream of fire balls, slamming into Ender and launching them away. (thanks to ManiacMastR!)

As Ender flies through the air, they here a mad cackling. They twist in the air to get a look at who, or what, just appeared, but catch the merest glimpse of bloodstained travel clothes and orange hair before the figure is gone.
Suddenly, a wild and rabid pair of Pantaloons appear! Be-heaveled, Be-wared, Be-denim'd and Be-gorillaing-you-up-right-the-gorilla-now, the Pantaloons unleash their deadly zipper-teeth and maulificate [TARGET] with wild abandon!. [TARGET] is almost completely unaffected, but nevertheless takes unkindly to this response, and being a supermarket, they counterattack with a vicious barrage of discounted shirts, evaporating the Pantaloons!
...Oh, right, Ender was also in the crossfire of all of that. [TARGET] clearly doesn't care. (thanks to The Nonexistent Tazz!)

Ender skids to a stop along the edge of the tower as the winds swirl once more. Another figure, some kind of angel, flies above the platform. They too radiate the same not-Player energy that the first figure did, but Ender has no time to analyze it as they immediately launch into an attack.
"I cast Pot of Greed. Pot of Greed allows me to draw two cards from the top of my deck. As both of the cards I just drew were also Pot of Greed, I play both of them as well, drawing four cards. This process continues for a full minute until my hand is full of twenty-four copies of Pot of Greed. As I am not allowed to have over six cards in my hand, I discard 18 cards. The discard pile is directly on top of Ender's face, and all 18 cards are forcibly inserted sharp side first." and so it was written, and so it was. Ender is promptly impaled by 18 pots of greed. (thanks to PitTheAngel!)

Ender staggers forwards, pulling Yu-Gi-Oh cards out of his face parts as the wind swirls yet again. But this time there are no figures in the center. Where...
You kiss the ground. A boom is heard in the distance. A shotgun. The gunman is nowhere to be found.

You notice the sky. It is on fire. Everything is burning. Looming over you, a molochian menace raises their axe, preparing to strike. At the last moment, it splits the ground beneath ypur feet instead, sending you spiralling towards the depths below.

You fall into a workshop unlike any other. Boards upon boards of writing are everywhere, but an empty suit of armour dominates your attention. A weapon stand seems to be missing a blade, but then you find it sprouting from your chest. It sends you elsewhere.

You are now on the beach, a pleasant experience. A creature emerges, towering over the tide. As its fractalline spines glow, it opens it's mouth in your direction. A flash.

You awake in a white space. A single figure stands over you. In stark contrast to the surroundings, they are silhouetted in black, save for their eyes: pale and terrible, twin dwarf stars in an otherwise perfect darkness. Grabbing your neck in one hand, they run a sharpened rod through your chest. (thanks to DCCCV!)

Ender staggers again as reality suddenly lurches back into being 'reality', though the gaping wounds remain on his figure. The next assault in the chain is heralded not by whispering wind, but by a thunderous crash.
A strange, metallic pod crashes down from above right into the center of the stone platform, somehow leaving a crater without actually going into the top of the tower any. It is a simple object without many features of note, covered in scratches, burn marks and patches of dirt from the descent. The only thing preventing it from being so completely unremarkable is a series of faded purple blocks of paint forming the vague shape of a chess piece. As the pod finally opens, the metal door being flung off far into the distance, a giant stone being with the head of a very recruiter horse emerges holding an ornately decorate shield and a massive, stone machete emerges. Enraged beyond any reason, it charges straight across the platform right into Ender_smirk, bashing them with its shield. Its charge ended, it brings down its machete with an overhead strike, attempting to cleave through the target of its arbitrary rage. As it begins its strike, a white and blue crystal falls from its backside, dislodged by the previous collusion.
All it has time to do is bring down the machete before it becomes an inanimate stone statue, frozen in position, and then nothing more than another whisper on the wind. (thanks to YV!)

As Ender pulls themselves back up off the ground, another figure, this one of some kind of young sorceress with an army made of crystal, stands across from them. Before Ender can react they're launched into another attack sequence.
"To Toast, a powerful combo attack on an unfortunate target requires three things. Power, combination, and an unfortunate target. Fortunately for her, she knows exactly how to acquire those things.
She pops down to the local hardware store, and purchases a drill and a small electricity generator to fuel it. After some intense haggling with the cashier she ends up paying 120% of the listed price for each. Truly a master of sales. After an hour or so winding up the generator, she plugs in the drill. She has power. She pulls the "trigger" twice to test it. She now also has the approval of the dad gods.
Next, she needs combination. It dawns on her now that this means needing to go back to the hardware store. After sneaking past security (she really was quite rude in her haggling), she tries looking for the strongest safe in the place. It would have to be hidden in a safe place. The safest place, even. And where would the safest place be but the strongest safe? 'Perfect,' she thinks, 'This train of thought got me nowhere.' The dad gods take pity on her, and decide to use their dad powers over hardware to deposit her in front of the safest safe (which is conveniently also the strongest safe and safest place). She tries to figure out a way to steal the safe, but can't logic out how a safe can be inside itself. So instead, she just steals the security system- she only needed a combination, after all.
Now, her final task. An unfortunate target. Toast doesn't just want to settle with unfortunate, though. She wants to make this target to be the least fortunate target to ever touch this plane of existence. But before she can do the that, she needs the target. She calls the hardware store, putting on the voice of a wealthy eccentric billionaire. She tells them she wants a target. Like one of those circular things people shoot arrows at. She says she'd like to order one. They say they don't have any. She says she'd like to order two. They say they're listening. She says she'll order their entire stock, provided they leave it out the front of the hardware store. They say its a deal. She hangs up without saying goodbye. Because that's just how stone cold she is. She picks up the target from the hardware store, taking on the appearance of a reviled target-stealer. They decide not to mess with her. She then makes the target the least lucky target in this plane of existence. She forces it to break mirrors, pass by black cats, move under ladders, and spill salt without then throwing it behind its shoulder.
And that's it. She sort of pushes the ingredients together, creating a powerful combo attack in the process."
Ender is so confused by this point that when Toast slams into him full force, he is powerless to prevent himself from being hit with the Ultimate Combo Attack (copyright, trademark, and patent of Toast). (Thanks to TFToast!)

Ender bounces and skids across the top of the tower, looking up just in time to see as darkness flickers into being at the center of the platform.
A shadowy portal opens up from the flickering darkness, wide enough for a man to crawl through. Out of this portal climbs a black shadowy figure with a large warlock's cowl draped over his head. The glowing red X-like symbols on his chest and arms mark him as someone not to be trifled with, as does his singular glimmering right eye. However, this figure was summoned here to commit acts of carnage, and that's what he'll do.
The Acolyte's apparition launches a swift pulse from his fingertips, disabling the ender's ability to escape. Then, while advancing menacingly, the apparition fires upon the him from a long burst of deadly dark missile fire from his palm, each missile firing like a rapidly fired machine gun bullet into the ender. As the apparition draws nearer, he suddenly switches from a slow advance into a terrifyingly swift rush, materializing dark needles around himself that propel themselves into ender as he sprints forwards. During the charge, the apparition pulls out a jet-black sword, which he uses to release a smooth trio of sword strikes upon his target, finishing with a strong upwards strike, knocking ender into the air a short distance.
As ender descends, the apparition jams both his hands into the ground, triggering the release of dark spikes from the area above him into the unfortunate Ender_smirk, which knocks him further into the air. The dark apparition readies his sword, ready to strike a mortal blow as ender falls. When they reach the Acolyte's chest level, he hacks at them like a demon with his blade, lethally cleaving through the target.
Another portal opens up beneath the apparition, which he uses to exit as swiftly as he entered.
Ender slams into the ground of the tower's roof and nearly skids over the side, just barely stopping himself early. Something tells them that if he fell off he'd have to go through phase 2 all over again and that's not really something he fancies doing. (Thanks to Ninjatwist!)

He pulls himself back to his feet as the entire top of the tower shudders with the footsteps of the newest, massive wraith of distant nothings. It appears to be some kind of enormous robot or drone.
"...Wait! I don't have anything prepared for this occasion! Give me a second."
The ghostly apparition vanishes. Time seems to stretch on for quite a lot longer than a second as ender waits for the ghostly apparition of Engie to return. Piono, presumably still hovering about somewhere in the surrounding darkness, coughs awkwardly. After about two minutes, which is well over a hundred seconds of time, he reappears, now carrying a strange gun-shaped weapon of some kind that is probably a gun. The only things that are really of note about it are the large canister on the side, and a dial that goes up to eleven...
"Okay, found what I was looking for. Just need to get this thing going, and you'll see something cool."
The apparition of Engie proceeds to crank the dial right up to twelve, despite that not being a setting, then apparently wanders out of view despite there being nowhere for him to go. The gun seems to sit there, the air around it growing gradually colder and colder, the weapon starting to shake and rattle... The apparition returns with a very large cup, decorated with a "#1 BIG GUY" on one side. He sits down nearby to watch the gun for a moment, then gets a look of concern on his... eyes. He doesn't have a proper face to have a concerned expression with, but he at least has eyes.
"...I forgot. I'm a ghost. And don't actually have... a drinky thing."
Beat.
"Well, darn."
And then the gun explodes. A cascade of ice roars out from all sides, coating everything in extremely cold temperatures, shards exploding out and ricocheting off of other ice shards as the abrupt temperature drop triggers a bunch of instabilities all at once. The temperature appears to be so absurdly cold that reality can't process it properly, and so before long, the endless ice cascade and explosions suddenly cease. One might be forgiven for thinking that that's all there is to it. But then... everything turns translucent white in a sense. A blue circle appears in the air, rotating slowly.
As it turns out, things freezing can mean a lot more than just really cold temperatures.
Ender stops for a moment, and realizes that it's a loading symbol just in time for the entire attack sequence to freeze for buffering. (Thanks to Calibri!)

*1 hour of Piono fixing the in-universe wifi later*
Ender suddenly drops out of the buffering, but with his train of thought disrupted, causing him to trip on his own feet and faceplant. He struggles back to his feet and brushes himself off.
A feeling of unease settles over the Ender. Suddenly, a small but heavy object hits them and attaches to them with a click. Upon impact, it powers up, causing the him to feel an unexpected weakness. Ender tries to use their Player Powers to find a solution, but struggles to conjure one. Ender suddenly realizes that the device is somehow reinforcing reality, weakening their ability to warp it. There's only one thing this could be - a Scranton Reality Anchor. Suddenly, an orange-tinted apparition materializes in front of the player.
"You like my toy? Well, I think you'll get acquainted with the others very soon."
The figure then solidifies into a warrior wearing advanced power armor.
Suddenly, the figure materializes an Omniblade and strikes at the Ender, superheated silicon carbide slashing through any armor je possesses. The figure then leaps back and equips a large gun of some sort, connected to her armor with a thick power cable. After aiming it at ender, the figure pulls the trigger, the gun emitting a potent pulsed laser that drills straight through his remaining armor. After a few bursts of pulsed laser fire, the gun ceases firing and deploys heat radiators to vent the built up waste heat from the attack. After the gun has cooled down, the figure activates her suit's flight mode, deploying wings and miniature turbines from its backpack and launching into the air. As the ender struggles to fly up and deal damage to her, the figure makes potshots with her laser weapon at them.
However, this is actually just a diversion meant to prevent ender from noticing the homing beacon that the figure had placed on him when the fight began. Suddenly, it activates, and eight pods crash down from the sky, surrounding ender in a wide circle. They all deploy to reveal full-sized Scranton Reality Anchors, which then take aim at the player, further suppressing their powers.
It is at that point that a retrofuturistic spacecraft emerges from a portal and fires energy bolts at ender. Many quickly recognize the spacecraft as none other than the Planet Express Ship from Futurama. The Planet Express Ship circles ender, using its incredible speed and its ability to take short hops into the 4th dimension to dodge any attempt at counter-attack by him. Finally, the Planet Express Ship rockets away from ender at near lightspeed, only to return and fire two missiles at him before speeding upwards to avoid the blast. The missiles detonate their antimatter warheads, creating a multi-megaton explosion with ender right at the epicenter. After the attack, ender gets to their feet, only to look up and see the Planet Express Ship streaking towards them! The Planet Express Ship performs its final attack, firing an intense beam of pure quantum energy at ender that shreds their very molecular structure. Right before it hits the ground, the Planet Express Ship does a dimensional drift, turning around in the 4th dimension and emerging back above the ground. Finally, the Planet Express Ship fades away, and the original figure is nowhere to be seen as well.
Ender groans, how long are these attacks going to go on. Outsourcing your fighting power is cheap enough without doing it on this kind of scale. (Thanks to Gutza!)

Suddenly, there's a crackle of red light and searing heat, and Ender whirls around to see, yup, yet another figure standing at the center of the tower's apex preparing to beat the crap out of him.
The flickering apparition, a white skinned warrior in a red hoodie with lime green sunglasses, having been freshly summoned from the dead, notices the first thing wrong with his ghastly getup: his glasses have slid too far down his nose. With a wicked grin, the ghost tilts his head downwards and expertly performs a LV. 10 GLASSESTECH MANEUVER: SISYPHEAN PUSH. The unparalleled quantity of anime power contained in that single gesture is turned into potential energy, causing the very molecules of air around him to vibrate with excitement and a rumble to snake its way through the ground. Quickly raising his head all the way up until he's leering downwards at his target, a sneer slowly builds across the figure's face as a low growl escapes through his clenched teeth.
"Pathetic."
A shockwave erupts across the battlefield as the potential energy from the figure's glasses push immediately turns into kinetic energy, a dynamo of memetic malice cracking the earth and superheating individual air particles until their bonds break and fire erupts out of nothingness. Ender is helplessly paralyzed, their bones locking and muscles softening to jelly as they quake at the might demonstrated not even from an attack, but from the latest apparition's opening appearance. They rack their brain, playing and replaying countless scenarios in their head to predict just where the apparition will go from here (and hopefully launch a counterattack in response). But try as they might, his expression proves inscrutable, his body at an almost perfect standstill as he looms in the air. They can't get a good read on his body language through the smokescreen of his glasses. The target is crippled by indecision; the ghost's fortified lattice of meme magic has proven impenetrable. They fall to their knees and slump over on the ground, exhausted at their wasted effort.
The figure then casually floats back down on the ground and walks over to his target while whistling an unfamiliar tune. He rummages through his jacket pockets, pulling out 39 cents of spare change, a pencil, a chainsaw, and a Christmas tree before finally finding what he was looking for: a set of acupuncture needles. Having made his way to the target's back, he cracks his knuckles, steadies his breathing, and begins his first acupuncture session. Sensing that he had startled the poor soul too severely, he figured there was no better way to make it up to them than by relieving their stress in some way! Unfortunately for the target, he had never attempted acupuncture before in his life and was flying completely blind. Instead of inserting needles into places guaranteed to inflict stress, through sheer luck Split managed to place every needle in his set into spots that would inflict the most possible pain on their victim. Interpreting the target's cries of terror as tears of happiness at their newfound cure, the figure considers his work done and walks off into the sunset.
Picking himself up through the pain and confusion at the brief appearance of a sunset despite none of the other apparitions getting a proper exit animation, ender readies himself for the next attack. (Thanks to Splitsuns!)

Suddenly the air crackles with chaotic energy. Ender panics for a moment as entropic power ripples through the sky, fearing that somehow Piono had resummoned Go An Na, but relaxes for the briefest moment as he sees the source to instead be some kind of giant... eldritch... butterfly.
The Butterfly stares down upon its prey below. How pitiful the creature is, compared to its magnificent splendour! Or at least, that's what the Butterfly thinks. With a flap of the wings, the wheel of fate turns, the scales of life tip, and the hand crank of time and space... cranks. For the Chaos Butterfly has unleashed its magnificent, unpredictable power in the form of a paradox roll! (wait don't those not work anymore "SHHHH let him do his attack!") The entire universe lies at the mercy of this roll! The dice of the galaxy roll and tumble, and...
(3405)
...While this would be considered a bad roll for most people, the Chaos Butterfly has always been able to extract good fortune from rolls even as bad as a (100). Such are the perks of being a creature made of pure Chaos! It stretches its eyestem in preparation for attack- kind of like stretching, except for a gigantic horrific cyclopean butterfly. Except, its stem never really seems to stop stretching. In fact, it's stretching at an incredible rate! The eye of the Chaos Butterfly swerves down towards Ender! As it nears the foe, a pulsar of crimson liquid and vibrant energy rips out of the eyeball as it rips itself in two, revealing a gigantic maw of entropic devastation! The eye slams into the unfortunate Ender_Smirk, ripping out a chunk of him as it comes by. The constantly expanding stem provides enough propulsion for it to turn on a dime, and rip out another chunk of the target! This goes on for quite some time, multiple chunks of Ender being ripped out and wasted, because the Butterfly doesn't quite like its taste.
Eventually, the eyestem suddenly contracts, wrapping itself around Ender! He's strangulated by the twisted flesh! However, in a messy fashion, the eyeball of the Butterfly suddenly tears from the stem, rolling a short distance away from the Ender. While one might think that the Butterfly has just blinded itself, the problem is immediately remedied by the eyeball floating back up to the Butterfly, growing a new stem, and replacing the now eyeless stem with the stem it just grew. The now-disconnected stem suddenly takes on a will of its own, and attempts to tangle itself around ender even more, before suddenly contracting even tighter than before! This also has the added benefits of completely immobilizing ender. Leaving him open to an otherwise incredibly telegraphed attack- Second Directive!
The Butterfly's eyeball suddenly seals up, and charges up an incredible amount of energy! This energy is unleashed in a torrential beam, which tears clean through ender, giving them a major case of total vaporization. Satisfied with its handiwork, the ghostly apparition goes to take off and leave the platform... before it completely disappears. (Thanks to Irecreeper!)

Ender falls over, gasping for breath (after having your lungs constricted and then vaporized, you'd have a hard time breathing too, don't try to deny it) as slow and steady footsteps approach towards him. Ender looks up to see a sneering face with a scar across its right eye looking down at him. Ender pales, the energy doesn't match exactly but if most of the previous apparitions' action compared to energy signature is anything to go by... who or whatever this is... they're a godmodder.
Before Ender can move out of the way the figure's hand lashes out and wraps around Ender's throat, ripping him off the ground and tossing him through the air towards the other side of the platform. They whip out an enormous black hammer, and then throw it. The hammer slams into Ender as it spins, pushing him further out, out past the precipice of the tower, before it boomerangs back in to the one who threw it and taking Ender along with. The figure uppercuts with their mechanical arm, cobalt blue fire wrapping around it and blasting Ender upwards on a geyser of searing flame that latches onto him and slams him into the ground.
"To think I was called here to fight such a pathetic excuse for a Descendant..."
The figure turns around, beginning to walk away. Before Ender can stand up though an enormous mechanical fist slams into him, crushing him against the stone before launching him up into the air. He gets a look at the enormous towering robot, some kind of zombie giant, before an enormous stream of water slams into him and launches him away in a powerful deluge rivaling and even surpassing that of the horrifyingly strong spray Piono once unleashed with his own powers against the True Darkshard. Ender has no time to react as another blast slams into him, sending him flying once more as necrotic energies wrack his being and sending him up into the open maw of a mighty black and purple dragon that smashes its mouth shut before spitting him back out onto the center of the tower (before his skids along its surface a bit more of course.)
The four enormous mechanical beasts curl up on themselves as Ender watches, forming into enormous spheres of metal and crackling power, before slamming into him in enormous crashes of dark fire, pounding water, necrotic energy, and pure force, leaving him flat against the somehow still undamaged spire's top.
Ender looks up, and suddenly sees what was once black void around him is instead filled with scores upon scores of spaceships, bristling with guns, all trained on him. "While I'm here, I suppose I might as well do my best. A god should never deal in half measures, after all." They open fire, a deluge of every kind of weaponry imaginable from fire and ice to crackling lightning that flows through reality itself to beams of energy that sear Ender's very being and nature from his bones. He staggers upwards as the ships disappear and their barrage draws to a close only to see the figure floating over him, smiling cruelly, with an enormous superlaser held in his hands. He flicks it upwards and a wave of pure destruction engulfs the entire platform, before he slams it down onto Ender, creating a cataclysmic explosion that could be heard from other planets had it been used elsewhere.
Ender rises to his feet once more. Battered but not yet beaten. It can't get worse than this, can it? (Thanks to... me! I wrote this part!)

The flickering fires and settling dust immediately and suddenly dies off, with no prior warning. In fact, it seemed as though everything had. No one, no thing, not a single atom, dared to move. There was total stillness — and then the trumpets began to call. A set of nine blaring horns ringing from an unknown corner, and accompanying them, one piercing, radiant set of sunbeams, despite the lack of an accompanying sun.
Trailing down from the heavens, suspended in this luminescence, was a literally angelic figure, covered in robes awash in a gradient from the color of a pale sky at high noon to a brilliant ultramarine. A pair of feathered wings slowed their descent, and pearly white hands poked out from their long, flowing sleeves. A swaying, multifaceted pendant was slung around where their neck should have been, with a floating, similarly white pyramid set in the spot of their head. Whoever this figure was, they seemed to be a Serif, come from the annals of Heaven itself — an emissary of the most holy entity in any possible existence, though not the real deal.
Unfortunately for their Ender, this did not make the Serif any slouch in combat. Touching down to the ground, his hands suddenly crossed. An arch of nine symbols, familiar to anyone who dabbled in a very particular brand of the occult, blinked into being around him, with each one lighting up in sequence and launching a corresponding volley at the target. Of course, by this point they had recognized the danger crackling around every point in the arena and tried to run from the Serif. At least, they WOULD have, had they not felt chained to the spot in a very metaphysical sense, as though their essence was being controlled, locked in the hands of an incredibly angry god.
The first symbol shot a serpentine tendril of bubbling, slithering ink, constricting ender and choking his every thought with unbound knowledge. Every conceivable word, symbol, and glyph raced through their mind, their blood running black and spilling out of their mouth. The second symbol shot a serpentine tendril of corrupted, pixelated chunks, spiraling outward into a shockwave that tore through the very earth. The ground shuddered and collapsed, blinking through the soil of thousands of universes simultaneously, and ender undergoing a similar transmutation, as though they were suddenly completely unsure of what plane of existence they were even on. The third symbol shot a serpentine tendril of blinding light and deafening sound, intertwining and converging on the target. Every possible spectrum of light — the ubiquitous visible rainbow, the boiling infrared, the cancerous ultraviolet, and everything in every direction — and every possible sound — the ringing in one's ears, the downpour of metallic rain, the castrophany of fire coming out of a monkey's head, and everything in every direction — collided with ender, turning his entire world into one of color and mayhem.
The fourth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of jagged, reflective crystal, sharpened with one billion edges each, that tore through ender as though he was barely even there at all. If anyone had been able to watch, they would have seen, extending throughout any possible horizon, an infinitude of copies of ender and the crystal snake engaged in their dance, repeated at every and any point in time. An eternity of torture, compressed into a single moment. The fifth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of scalding fuchsia flame, choking the very air around ender and burning away at the earth, cinders dancing in the void. The flame refined itself, splitting and sectioning into a conflagration of weaponry: swords and rifles, chainsaws and railguns, brass knuckles and grand pianos, and anything else that could wage war. At once, an unseen command was given to, well, fire. And so they did. The sixth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of pitch-black stone, keening and scraping, folding in on itself, menacing not just ender, but the whole of the arena with its presence. Gradually growing in form and scope, the tendril tumulted into a tower of stone, precariously hovering over ender. Then, with no fanfare, it unceremoniously toppled to the ground, absolutely crushing him, fragmenting the sky and the earth into monochrome tones, pitching the whole of existence between life and death.
The seventh symbol shot a serpentine tendril of brilliant stained light, evocative of the very same sunbeam the Serif rode down upon. The halo flowed through ender, washing everything in the peace and care of a higher power. Yet, as though a switch had been flicked, the beam fell into a chain of burning brimstone, a demonic laser of blood that roared like a lion, shackling ender with his own sin. The eighth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of an ice chilled to its foundations that flickered with white-hot flame. The temperature of the entire arena seized, stuck between an approximate of absolute zero and the interior of a star. Ender's skin was rent thousands of times over, peeling into ash yet freezing all the same. The ninth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of interlocking golden geometry, grabbing at the corners of ender's form in too many places to count. Again, acting at an unseen command, they all pulled at once, stretching ender not into pieces, but through existence, unfolding their body into the twentieth spatial dimension. Unable to handle the stress, his form splintered and cracked, falling into the cracks of spacetime and never to be recovered. Burning clear and true, and pulsing with the flame of life itself, was ender's soul.
Moving through the carnage, the Serif had no words, and no thoughts. Only the word of god coursed through its veins. Placed in front of their pyramidal head, a tenth symbol blinked into being. The Serif's right hand surged with a hallowed, kaleidoscopic flame. Reeling back their body, they let loose a single punch, extinguishing the ender's soul with a thunderclap that rocked the arena out of its stupor and issued forth a cloud of smoke, ash, and the power of divinity. (Thanks to Twinbuilder!)

Ender sank to the ground, smoking from every orifice in his body. And most of the other places too. He looked up as Piono floated down from the darkness, materializing from the wind much as the various apparitions did except to full solidity. Still trying to not be dead, Ender doesn't even realize that the final, greatest attack was finally too much for the top of the tower, which has caved in in many places, and is slowly disintegrating and crumbling from the center outwards.
Piono grins down at Ender. "Had enough yet?"

If ender taps out, everything disintegrates and he finds himself standing outside the 'out of bounds' portion of the arena, immediately losing.
That won't happen but I figured I'd offer it if he needed.
And since I already know he won't take the easy out, Piono instead smiles wickedly, and all of reality suddenly seems to shatter.

Spin the Wheel of Chaos
Player Piono, Form 4: Harbinger of Mayhem



...
There was something here before...
But there isn't now.
It's kind of sad, isn't it?
How ideas and dreams can all come crashing down when faced with the cold hard truth of reality.
Some people get hit harder by this than others.
Because it doesn't really mean much, if the dream you were chasing was nothing more than an illusion.
Of course, this fight doesn't matter much either...
Who wins, who loses...
It's all a blur in the tides of war.
All that matters now, is whether or not they will see it through to the end.
Of course...
I suppose the real question is whether that was up in the air in the first place.

Of course, don't listen to me of all people. I'm not him, either of him. Any of the 'hims', really...
I'm just here because I realized I've wasted too much time on the attack already besides.
And after all...
He CAN DO ANYTHING, right?
=D =)

The Greatest Show of All
Player Piono, Form 5: Final Blaze of Glory

Ender staggers backwards, as he crumples onto the final platform with the destruction of the last one in Piono's Final Chaos.
The air no longer crackles with freedom, and the world is no longer spinning, spinning...
Piono looks rather exhausted, even.
But that can't be it just yet, another song just started. From the looks of things it's the last one though, ender just needs to hold out a little longer.

Piono crackles with energy, and lifts his arms forwards. "I think it's time I went out with a bang."
He pulls his arms in and energy from everything within the flickering void of psychedelic final boss battle chaos spirals inwards into his chest. He suddenly swells with size, and begins radiating an immense amount of power.
"It's about time you saw what I can do when I REALLY put my mind to it."
He pulses his arms forwards an

...what?
...
Well GORILLA the interface crashed again. I guess we didn't budget our camera durability high enough for that final attack.
Guess we'll need to plan things a bit better next time.

Ender crashes into the ground of the Arena. He's not looking so hot... None of those attacks were particularly nice, even before the interface screw and not actually getting them properly described kicked in, but the last few were downright BRUTAL.
I mean, going through the full metacausal implications of the erasure of reality and meaning itself then slapping Ender into the next BC by turning those powers into the physical manifestation of slapstick comedy and beating him about the head and shoulders with it was probably a bit overkill, to say nothing of what he did AFTER.
Anyways, Ender's probably dead, but thanks to the rules of the game he'll get better. That's good, insta-gibbing a team mate like that is considered rude in most cultures.
Piono stands ready for Ender's response.



*It occurs to you that Piono copped out of nearly 80% of his own super attack.
*You feel like you should ask for your money back, even though you didn't pay him.Wait... where's the third Piono?
(Also thanks to Twinbuilder for letting me use the connection lost gif. I totally yoinked it from Ephemeralquest like the coward I am.)

 

[CaptainNZZZ]

Karpinsky was doing quite well with their Tunnel-Boring-Machine themed ride but a proper Mine Theme Park needs more than one ride! Concessions, gift shops, restaurants, and everything else required to get money off of the visitors...and I guess other attractions too.

Building around the existing ride, I begin with the classics. A large, mountain themed rollercoaster, a climbing wall, and a mine themed rollercoaster. A few additional rides to help decrease the lines on the main attraction.

Next I add the supporting locations. Tons of bathrooms, various fast food restaurants, and a scattered few gift shops. Keeping the mining theme was difficult but with enough supernatural charisma even the mighty McDonalds yielded to the theme change.

Finally, I handle advertisements to attract both workers and tourists. It's really amazing how many posters you can get put up across the mining town and beyond with semi trucks and kids. Just a few twenty dollar bills each and they'll put up those posters you gave them everywhere. (x3)

 

[WHM Sukamia]

Rip me. Well, now that I've died, I go ahead and start making powerful entities for the fight against the Godmodder. (If I can't do that I help in the mine.) I create a suit of Living Armor, it has more health than damage, due to it being, well, a suit of armor. But it still has a greatsword, which can still do a large amount of damage.

 

[Daskter]

3x Using the #1 DEADLIEST Breaching technique called the Spider from the The 10 DEADLIEST Special Ops Tactics! Guide that is only I have.
A bunch of soldiers piggy piggy backing eachother are strapped together to form a deadly murdering killing machine.

Maximum surprise on the Godmodder!

Once my fellow players and soldiers distract the Godmodder, I throw in flashbangs right behind our players+soldiers. Only the Godmodder will be blinded by the flashbangs.

 

[Krill13]

x3 Action:
Eyowe presses X to doubt in attacking the Godmodder now and instead continues mining. This time with his feet to show y'all how it's done.

 

[Memez and stuff]

I Throw the word Creative at the Godmodder.

 

[Paradoxdragonpaci]

(x3)I overhear the Music in the Arena,huh,they are really going at it aren't they ?? unfortunately,I already gave my Music Ball Away to some other Paradox Shard somewhere else.Instead,I gaze at the rock levels beneath the Drill and will it to be softer,weaker,easier for the Miners and the Machinery to work through the Softer Rock, it's not even that hard, much for like Cobblestone now....

 

[DanganMachin]

1. I climb on one of my drone and fly well above the arena making myself almost untouchable
2. I use the other drone and make him use the attack/plan G20

Attack G20 : The drone unleashes a large amount of deadly gas which fill the entire arena if the deadly gas can't kill the ennemy/ennemies, the drone self-destruct. OH WAIT, this I mention the gas was highly explosive/flammable ?

3. And to finish whatever has survived my attack I ask my god (the RNG god) to attack and roll the dice (d100) and hope for the best.

 

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

The writer's meta-senses are tingling. There is no way the Godmodder is unprepared. Of course, then again, the only other option is the mine, and, with the current player power, that's probably already done. Hmm... Walk into the trap it is.
Action 1: The black box sways side to side like a mirage. It begins to turn transparent, yet reveals nothing. The box finally disappears, leaving nothing but the wind in its wake. Of course, that's just in the arbitrary spot that the box is currently at. Right outside of the shimmering door, an un-moving skeleton falls to the floor. The skeleton seems to be reasonably natural, having cobwebs all over, broken bones, and a general lack of structure. Then, in the short moments after the GM groans at the use of necromancy, the cobwebs slowly rise from the ground. Somehow, this also moves the skeleton upwards. The skeleton rotates and ends up looking like it is standing up. The skeleton then starts to move as if it is casually walking forwards. As it shakes about in an exaggerated casual walk, the cobwebs start to unravel, changing from a well tied net to various strings swinging this way and that. The strings almost seem to be in conflict with one another. A group try to move one way, another tries to move the next. It's all strange and discombobulated. Finally, the strings seem to agree and they all start to head towards the shimmering door. As the skeleton walks through the open doorway, its head twists around, looking at just about everything.
The head finally locks onto the Godmodder and its jaw drops. It walks towards the Godmodder with its jaw hanging wide. About half way through the room, the skeleton stops. Its left hand grabs at one of its ribs and breaks it off. Oo, that's gonna leave a mark. It throws the rib at the Godmodder and... misses. The Godmodder doesn't even notice. It grabs another rib and throws it at the Godmodder. It misses again. It does this over and over and over again and finally hits the Godmodder in the back of the head with its last rib. Unfortunately, that rib disintegrates on contact, and just sprinkles some bone dust on it. The Godmodder finally takes the time to notice the skeleton, is mildly amused by its gaping mouth filled with fear, and smiles. The skeleton then seems to realize its jaw is close to being unhinged and snaps it shut. It then grabs its leg, tears it off, and hops towards the Godmodder. It waves the leg around like crazy, obviously revealing what it's about to do. Once it finally reaches the Godmodder, it attempts to whack the Godmodder with its leg. Unfortunately, the Godmodder is excessively prepared and grabs the skeleton's arm and breaks it off. The skeleton seems annoyed. It uses its other arm to grab its other leg and tries again. It fails again. Then, the skeleton realizes that it needs legs to stand and falls to the ground. The Godmodder stares at the skeleton, confused. Where was the attack? The Godmodder kicks the skull, almost annoyed at how bad that attempt was. However, the skull doesn't just fly across the room and out the door. Instead, it swings in a circular motion and ends up hitting the Godmodder in the back of the head. Oh, there was the attack. The Godmodder turns around and looks at the skull, its jaw wide open.
Action 2: Spiders. Whoops, wrong spot. As the Godmodder examines the skull, small strings slowly rise from the mouth. The Godmodder cuts at these, ready for the attack. More strings rise. More get chopped down. However, as the Godmodder cuts down the strings in front of him, he fails to see the spiders that are hanging on strings behind him. The spiders swarm the Godmodder and bite him. Of course, spiders are repetitive. Especially spider venom. And probably spider poison. And spider webs. And maybe even SPIDER FIRE. So, of course, these spiders need something new, something exciting, something that isn't combining to form Voltron. As the spiders bit at the Godmodder's back, they taste the Godmodder's flesh. And, unfortunately, it tastes disgusting. Just horrible. It's times like this when one just wants a meal made by Senior Chef. Those are always good. The spiders chew up the Godmodder flesh and spit it back out. That's right, the spiders are attacking the Godmodder with chewed up flesh. Of course, chewed up flesh isn't exciting enough. Now is when we form Voltron. As the flesh spreads on the Godmodder's back, the spiders start spewing webs on the flesh. This web Godmodder flesh mix creates a sort of net on the Godmodder. Unfortunately, even this doesn't do anything. It needs MORE.
By this point the Godmodder has realized that there are spiders on its back and has started to cut the strings of everything around. No spiders shall remain. None. However, what he never noticed was the first rib bone that was thrown. It is still there, completely intact. A cobwebby string attaches itself to the rib and sort of flings it at the Godmodder. It hits the Godmodder's back and bounces off. While this act may seem futile, it yields high reward, as the net gets caught on the bouncing rib and ends up wrapped around it. The netted rib hits a random wall and bounces back at the Godmodder. The rib hits the Godmodder hard. And, using the principle of diamond cuts diamond, Godmodder flesh cuts Godmodder flesh, the rib has some chance of doing something.
Action 3: Spiders. Yes, that was right. Dead spider corpses lay everywhere. As the Godmodder deals with the rib that just flew at it, another being mourns the loss of its children. A scream echoes through the room. The head of a gigantic spider appears in the middle of the room. The Godmodder finally dislodges the rib and looks up at the spider head. "You killed my BABIES!" the head screams. Before the Godmodder can even think, eight giant spider limbs fly at him and impale him. Just as quickly as they came, the limbs retract, circling around the spider head. The Godmodder seems unhurt, but fails to notice the eight strands of web sticking out of him. "I am the puppeteer. You the PUPPET!" The eight spider limbs all fly off in different directions, pulling the eight web strands apart. The Godmodder is filled with agony and quickly tries to cut the strands. However, as he tries to hit the strands, his hands simply pass through them. "A puppet cannot cut its STRINGS!" The eight limbs pull at the Godmodder even more, moving closer and closer to tearing him into eight distinct pieces. As he feels these eight distinct pulls, he realizes that he just has to destroy the arms. He quickly shoots eight lasers out at the arms, hitting exactly seven arms and a head. Seven strands fall to the ground and the head slowly floats down. "I- will not- let- you-" The only remaining limb begins to spin around in the air. It pulls at the strand with all the spider has left and flings the Godmodder across the room. It flips itself the other way and launches the Godmodder the other way. It then seems to settle on that side of the room and sends waves through the web, throwing the Godmodder up and then down to the ground. It does this two more times and then swings itself the other way, throwing the Godmodder off in some random direction. The strand disappears and the arms fade. "You- won't- win." The giant head falls to the ground, but then just fades, allowing the black box to appear where the head was.

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

As Alastair and his Heartless stared each other down, the air grew thick with tension. Perhaps there could have been another turn, to ensure the stability of the ritual and ensure it was complete. Perhaps another solution could have been found had things not gone so horribly wrong. But they were ready. They were eager to fight.

And that's when Straixala ran to them, eyes widened with terror. He didn't know why his feet moved the way they do, but he knew he had to let his other selves know. He had to do so now.

...I am so sorry Straixala.

As Straixala reached them, the two were already trading an initial volley of blows, each one probing the strength and reflexes of the other. With the damage cap reached by the playerbase, the mere shockwaves were rattling 'The Wall'. Not enough to do anything, but it was a testament to how far the Players had come.

When they broke, Straixala tied them both with the Chain of Memories.

"Stop!" Cried Staixala. "Stop! Stop! Something is deeply wrong! I need to show you something!"

The two were eager to trade blow again, but the Heartless-like thing and his Light counterpart agreed to look at what Straixala had to show them. When they witnessed the events, they were confused at first. This is what they did on the battlefield, right? This was their history once they became Players. Why should they watch?

Then, once he got to the last known memory, Straixala began to rewind the memories. Back, farther and farther. Eventually they reached their entrance into the fight again.

And then it went back further to show that they were not native to the world. At once the two began to shout and scream.

"WHAT IS THIS TRICKERY!?" The Seeker of Darkness strained against the Chains he was wrapped in. "WHAT IS THIS? WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING!?"

"No. nononononononononono..." The Light Filled Alastair gripped his head in empty shock. "You mean- then what of? I thought that all Players came from this world! This reality!"

Then Straixala showed them the events that happened after they fell to the Darkness of Despair. It went on to show their comrades fighting, going on the sidequest, and then… it stopped. No more could be reached. Then Another Chain, one representing this Godmodder fight. Immediately they could tell something was wrong.

"Wait, that's not the same Godmodder!" Alastair cried out, the illusion on his eyes shattered. "We.. What!?"

As the Chain went on, there was no hide nor hair nor memory of their original, whole self. Not until…

"The Soul Jail..." The Seeker of Darkness murmured. "We were still lamenting our failure… but we didn't exist here until we showed up in the Soul Jail."

"What is going on? What happened!? How did we go from the fighting the other Godmodder… to here?"

"Better Question - How do we know this is real?" The Seeker of Darkness growled. "We learned the hard way that our history here meant nothing. How do we know your 'Chain of Memories' isn't corrupted too by our powers!?"

"Summon your Keyblade." Straixala said simply. "Then you'll know it to be true."

The Seeker of Darkness laughed mockingly. Of course they couldn't. Such things could not have existed, and even if they did, they would have the same power and feeling as everything else, because their powers could make a fake easily! This was not going to work.

And yet, the instant Alastair reached out and the Kingdom Key appeared in his hands, the Heartless stopped cold. That wasn't Player Power. At the very least, that wasn't MADE with Player Power as this universe knew it. SUmmoned here by it, maybe, but deep down…

The Seeker of Darkness reached forth. He recalled the vow made. The Despair torn from his Heart to turn that Kingdom Key into something greater.

The Dark Wrecker answered his call, as if it had never left.

The Seeker of Darkness… What else could he do but laugh?

He laughed as he swung the Dark Wrecker down.

He laughed as he batted his Light counterpart aside.

He laughed as he plunged the Dark Wrecker into Straixala's Heart.

He laughed as his counterpart fused with Straixala to prevent the worst, finally reaching enough personal power to match the Seeker of Darkness.


He laughed as his Light counterpart, face lit up in unending, Righteous fury, attacked him.

He laughed as he felt the Kingdom Key dig its way into his brain.


He laughed as he reminded his counterpart of how Vanitas and Ventus fused.


He laughed as the two forms became one.

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In the Stations of Awakening, where the Heart dwells…

A Light fills up a platform of glass and color. On it is a figure in white and black robes, eyes closed in quiet contemplation. Unlike most Stations, there is little in decoration.

Surrounding it, though, is the Chain of Memories in their true form. Links of massive pictures, moving to the beat of the past.

Alastair oriented himself. He looked about, calmly taking in his surroundings. Then, he saw a memory before him. One of… himself, talking to no one?

I... Alistair breathes in and out. No. He. Because in the end... he is not the writer.


Wait, why are you?


'To protect YOUR soul.'


...I understand.


Alistair breathes in and out. He's got a few plans, and though the situation is dire, he will not falter in doing what he can.

*The rest of the post falls into Darkness...*

Click to shrink...

Alastair… He…

...Alastair. It's been a long time. I think it's time for us to end this farce, and face things together. But first…

Alastair sees Straixala! With him… is the Light Shard of Hope, filled to the brim. They merge into one, Alastair understands. The memory of when we separated… it fades to reveal a stained glass stairway. He walks it, a feeling of dread in his heart.


(This next section is pretty long and symbolic of how I see the various aspects of Light and Darkness, as I've outlined them, in myself. Most of it isn't relevant, but there are four stations that contain lore for different games.

Use Cntrl+F and search…

"Darkness Shard of Pride" to find Ansem, Seeker of Darkness, who is a fledgling hero of Thymium...

For His Guardian, search for the "Darkness Shard of Death".

For the GM of Damage Sponge, Search for the "Darkness Shard of Envy".

For the Sponge that took over in Brawl, search for the "Darkness Shard of Gluttony".

To skip this section entirely for the really important part, search "The Station of Sorrow".)


He finally makes it to my Station. Well, one of my Stations. The me from the prison was born from hope… and from fear. The stained glass is of us in the prison uniform, bars surrounding a depiction of our Heart. Around us are various people. Morpheus, Cybil, The automatons, the Guardians of our MIND…

Those same bars rise up again. Locks without keys on all of them. Alastair knows what to do. He raises his keyblade and a burst of Light comes forth, unlocking them all.

The platform is covered in Darkness. From it arises a version of me from the Prison, along with the Darkness Shard of Fear. They merge, then shoot off into the distance, leaving a trail of Stained Glass steps in their wake. Alastair follows them.

The next Station is of the past, before the break, and of now, when the Prince of Liars fought the Godmodder and lost. Our feats of fighting and screwing them over displayed in jagged lines, almost like the platform was broken and reformed. The body and the Darkness Shard of Wrath were already there, already fused, and it too shoots away, a sloping trail of glass in its wake.

This platform was of a deep past. Robed in holy garb, there are images more commonly associated with the stained glass. The Cross. The Bible. The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. An empty orb rises from the glass where the Heart should be.

Alastair fills it dutifully with Holy, and the Light Shard of Faith and a very, very young version of himself fuse with each other, then him. This time, there are no stairs… But Alastair walks anyway, stepping off the platform where the Right Hand of God was, and falls into Darkness.

He lands on a platform with a sleeping version of ourself. Surrounding us are strange depictions. A World of Transport. A World of Heroic Sports. A world where a shinobi and a bounty Hunter are Aunt and Nephew, finding family in each other. A world where a young Pokemon gets granted a dear wish.

All these and more are scattered across the visage of the Stained glass. Alastair puzzles for a moment, then casts the spell of Clear upon the glass. Briefly the Darkness Shard of Sloth and the indistinct body fusing flash across the vision, but now the Stained glass is different.

Grand designs etc every corner of the Stained glass. More worlds to be built. Games of great design and Renown crammed into every inch of the surface. And for once, there is a statue on top of its center, depicting a visage of the future.

Alastair climbs it, to find that it is impossibly tall. But he continues, and finds at the top the Darkness Shard of Ambition and a future self, fusing and shooting upwards into the unseen darkness above. He walks along to the edge of the hand, which detaches and lifts him up into that same Darkness.

When he arrives and steps off at the next station, one might assume it was the same. More designs, more visions. But there are softer ideas in this one. A smiling family, similar to his fake backstory but so very different. So much more real. A pair of friends, smiling, safe and sound. A happier us.

But Darkness covers the Stained glass. It's not Heartless that appear. It's the Unversed, spawn from the darker half, created from fledgling, independant emotions. They can be resummoned endlessly upon defeat. But for now, once is enough. The Kingdom Key is summoned, and the Darkness banished. The Light Shard of Love and a different version of our future is fused.

Alastair continues onward, Love lighting the way. He finds a platform, but he cannot see if for all of the stuff on it. Games, game systems, legendary weapons of all sorts. Alastair sweeps it away with an Aero, and finds a custom Avatar of himself. One he has made several times in games. It fuses with the Darkness Shard of Greed and flies away.

He finds, buried behind the stuff, was the wall of the next station. Using the Kingdom Key, he scales it. He reaches the top, covered in sweat. But something worse awaited him.

A depiction of his worst moment. When he spewed forth hate in a place of sanctuary. The Darkness of the Platform tries to seize him. It spreads, and soon the platform itself is Darkness, and he is dragged down.

He doesn't fight it. And I don't know if he should either. But something in both of us realize… we can't let this define us.

The Kingdom Key is thrown into the air, but instead of the Key being summoned back to the owner, the owner summons himself to the Key. He then fires a beam of Unlocking, and the Darkness is freed from its own quagmire. Also freed is another young version of me, and the Darkness Shard of Disgust.

Underneath the now vanished Station was replaced with one depicting a paladin. And a kid in a running for Cancer shirt. And a couple more, of different ages, wearing ribbons of all colors, bearing none of them for himself. But something seemed cracked. Broken.

In the center was a grand bowl, with some kindlin in its center. With it lit properly, the Light would reform this station, making its visage not be so hollow and self praising. Fire was cast, and from the bonfire that emerged, the Light Shard of Righteousness and the version of himself wearing that running for cancer shirt emerged and was absorbed.

However, the Platform became too Light, and Alastair fell through it into our Darkness. He landed on the shadow underneath it that caused the distortions. Depictions of power were prominent, sure, but words were etched along this one, hinting at the subtle nature.


'I should be better than this.'

'I could have done that, but I didn't.'

'I knew the answer, I just couldn't remember.'


From the Stained glass rose… not himself. And yet himself from a world where Thyme is a terrifying word.

"I know not who you are," said Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. "But you are naught but a pebble on the road to my greatness. An obstacle."

Alastair held the Kingdom Key up high.

"Very well then."

Alastair ducked under the single sawblade of Darkness launched from Ansem's own hand, and suddenly his visage seemed to shift. He was wearing a Suit, like one would wear to a formal setting. On his head was a circlet filled with the power of sleep, upon his chest was a strange symbol, around his neck was a scarf steeped in blood, and in his hand was a wicked, demonic looking spear.

It mattered not. His numbers were weak and an existence both old and new. Alastair swung his Keyblade, and when Ansem fell, so appeared and fused with him the Darkness Shard of Pride.

"So… that is why I am here. To create that blade once more. " he looked up. "A shame. And here I thought I had been given a new lease on life."

Alastair considered it. But I did not. Even as he went into the Darkness, I bound to him a CP of power. One more would be needed.

As he walked, I intervened. Guiding his steps, he came upon a Station that shuddered under its own weight. Too many images. A broken heart in the center.

The version of us that fell into despair and ended up in the Jail… the one who tried to overcome it and made the Dark Wrecker. He stepped forth.

Without a word, keyblade stuck keyblade. Blow after blow rang out from each other. However, again, the combined Player count from Alastair's current incarnation overpowered my past incarnation. And again, a Darkness Shard, this time of Pain, fused with it as it flew into the Dark.

But just a hop down from the Station of Pain ended up being a new Station. The Youngest incarnation seen yet was on there, smiling widely as he was surrounded. Images of friends long gone. Images of a comforting version of the grandmother from a previous station and a comforting mother, and of his brother playing with him freely and easily. Depictions of an eager joy in school.

But there were hints of an older version of him here to. New friends. A face on a controller, with a red one on it. A dreaming form. A pen sketching a Sponge.

Alastair did nothing. He didn't need to anything, except, and enjoy the image. Soon, the youngest version of himself appeared, and with him, the Light Shard of Bliss. They fused together. He moved on, following a trail of red glass steps.

Upon reaching the end, a heat overwhelmed him. THere was no fire, but lurid forms on the stained glass windows. Nothing conventional. Nothing appropriate. For once, to see and move forward, he had to cast a status effect upon himself.

"Blind!"

Unseen, a shirtless figure of himself appeared with the Darkness shard of Lust. Off into the Darkness they vanished, and from here I was their only guide.

But I could guide them nowhere else. When the spell wore off…

There was the Station of Death. Two rabbits. Three dogs and a puppy too small to have opened its eyes. Countless insects. A wounded snake being slain by his own hands.

In the center was a red-headed boy. A friend, who should have been. I mourn him. We… we could have had fun. We could have reconnected. But now even his death lies in the darkness of secrets. I am so sorry.

And so, the Reaper appeared. Alastair drew his Keyblade again and raged. But Death could not be beaten. HP did not matter to one that appeared at the end of life and held none wihtin itself. And this version of Death was a fighter.

We could not win, so I used another CP of power. I reshaped Death… into the Heartless Guardian of Ansem and Xehanort. I then bundled him up with the Darkness Shard of Death and sent them on their way. When this was over, both the shaped Death and Ansem would move on, to be given a chance at redemption. Was it earned? No.

But it was given all the same.

Alastair stepped beyond Death's shadow. He walked back into the Light.

Upon this Platform was a soul depicted. Around the soul was a myriad of words and rules, all flowing from the Soul. Words on accepting consequences. Words on valuing one's soul. Words on trying to be happy with virtue because it's virtue. Words urging goodness even in the deepest darkness, goodness even in the pits of Hell.

Alastair stepped into the Center, and raised his Keyblade. A light shone forth, and the Soul and Light Shard of Honor vanished within himself.

But now he was in a place of Darkness. Computer monitors littered the pictures on the glass. Images of worlds, words of worlds, words and images of lives unlived. In the center is a depiction of him in a blue coat, with a scraggily beard and tired eyes underneath a tree.

...And now I shall leave the writing to the figure that emerged.


...So this is the step before my end? Very well. I take on this fate.

Alastair, naturally is confused, and he hurts himself in the confusion! He is now Wounded, clearly. And he uses Curaga, but now he's out of MP! And the Heartless are here to eat him!

Their stats are- And they're gone with his second Action. Okay then.

Enemy.

Ha. Now there's an Enemy he must defeat, and he can't see it. It is within the text I wrote and-

En - d

Oh. He just. Reached up and replaced the 'emy' with a d.

Well, still, he's now out of Actions- wait, why does he still have three?

Why am I on the Stained glass platform? Am I an enemy?

...no… I know why I'm here, Alastair. I just…

I don't want to go.

...I'm sorry.


-and with that, the GM of Damage Sponge fuses with the Darkness Shard of Envy.

He could fulfill no other role.

Alastair moves on. And he finds a picture of a Sponge, with many incomprehensible images surrounding it. These images peel up from the ground and attack him, but they are obliterated. They could no snowball fast enough, just like they couldn't before.

And so the Sponge itself comes out of hiding. It has had its fill of being a Player, and finds this a fitting end.

It fuses with the Darkness Shard of Gluttony.

….

So here I am. Sitting on my own Stained glass mural. Pictures of Sans, Ansem, some guy from a webcomic… Another name is etched at the bottom, and my true name at the top.

I could fulfill no other role. Alastair comes here because it is time for him to remember who he was.

And I am him. I am the one who narrates my text with the word I… I am the one who avoided reality. I avoided everything.

No more.

...truth be told, there never was an Alastair I was describing. Not really.

I just narrated myself from the third person. To protect… to protect someone else's soul. The narrator's soul?

Yeah. However that works. I don't even know if this Narrator was someone else… or if it was me. The me waiting here at this station for myself to arrive, when I've already been here all along.

...

I had denied myself personhood for so long.

I take the lone, floating Light Shard of Life, and absorb it into myself.

There is nothing left now.

With a flex of my power, I find myself at the last Station of Awakening.

...In reality, there were only ever two. And even then… the two were always one.

But the name here… my last station…

Is The Station of Sorrow.

I saw him. The Seeker of Darkness. My Heartless. My Vanitas unriven.

The other half of the X-Blade we could make.

His back was facing me. His outfit, form fitting and not unlike Vanitas', didn't shift a bit when he spoke.

"So you finally made it. Took you long enough."

"I did."

"...something's different." His voice sounded quizzical. "Did you… start narrating in the old style again?"

I have.

He finally nodded.

"Ha. Then you're finally ready… to merge and create the X-Blade!"

No. We've got a better idea-

"No."

At last, he turned around. His eyes were yellow, but otherwise he wore my face.

"Don't do this dramatic shit. 'How about I destroy you both?' For what? Why SHOULDN'T we form this damn thing? We're allowed a weapon of ultimate power! Heck, we could use it better than others! WHY would you for a second think that this bullshit was necessary? YOU ENABLED THIS!"

Silence reigned for a bit. Then, he scoffed.

"See? Fucking jackass…" He turns away again. "You act like you're noble and shit, but really you're just-"

"I do want the X-Blade." I admitted at last. "So I can use it to make everyone else's Hearts into Keyblades."

That shut up the incarnation of Darkness in a second.

"I… I forgot. I think I was going to do this some other way... " I mumbled. "But… then the idea got lost in the shuffle. It was only once I got my memory back - my real memories back, however few they are, that I was able to remember this. You were right. I was just being dramatic and sayin shit because it was cool… in its own context."

His gaze matched my own for a few moments. Then, he scoffed, putting his now gloved hand to his forehead.

"So.. you just wanted to do what Gold Hero did? Give everyone Spirit Weapons, except they were Keyblades?"

"Let me ask you something..." I paced, circling my Darkness. "What can you do with a Keyblade?"

"What CAN'T you do? You can shoot lasers, slay heartless for good, unlock ANYTHING, use it like a bat, use it like a sword, spellcast-"

"Right and wrong," I cut him off, turning sharply to him. "What can you do with a Keyblade… when you no longer can use it?"

"...shove it into the Keyblade graveyard… or…" His eyes widened. "...you sly dog. You're not giving everyone weapons. You're denying the Godmodder a resource."

"By putting everyone's Hearts and Souls into the Keyblades, as distasteful as I find it..." I sighed deeply. "The Godmodder can't soul vore us. Nobody has to be trapped into a jail for all eternity, sleeping all the time to retain what little of their MIND they're able to keep. We can just do a mortal Action… then pass on our Keyblades. Or leave them for a successor to pick up. Or hide them somewhere for safekeeping. The Godmodder is denied the power of us Players. He's denied the one thing of value - our souls."

The Seeker of Darkness thought over my plan and words some more. He then summoned his Keyblade, Dark Wrecker. It looked almost exactly like the Kingdom Key. However, it was obviously, sinisterly palette swapped, with the yellow guard being replaced with black, the hilt being colored a blood red, and the silvery sheen of the key itself being a duller grey.

"So… I want the power. To be in control. To not feel so damn MISERABLE." His face becomes a scowl, it is so deep. "And yet all you can think about is a bunch of people who wouldn't care if you disappeared?"

He pointed the Dark Wrecker at me. He took three long strides until the tip of the Keyblade prodded me in the chest.

"You're pathetic. What good is good? What good is caring when no one else does? Because it's right? Because it's just? That doesn't bring us cash- in fact, it costs that shit. It makes us sacrifice time, money, and happiness! It asks and asks and asks until it's taken away EVERYTHING!

"And then there's your Honor and your Righteousness! You want to do right by others? TAKE A LOOK AROUND YOU! No one has helped you! No one has tried to see if you were okay! One of them even sabotaged us with BEES! For a joke! No one is there for you. The Truth is right- Players are just selfish, evil bastards. And they THRIVE on it!"

I… I just frown. "Is this how I feel, deep down?"

"Yes. Yes! YES!" He grabs me by the shirt and begins to shake me. "A HUNDRED OCTILLION TIMES YES! You're MISERABLE! You're SAD! This is the Station of Fucking SORROW! And it's because you keep putting others before yourself! You're trying to give Reality a chance to fix itself by beating this Godmodder, but it's like trying to push a boulder up a mountain that reaches into ANOTHER planet's STRATOSPHERE! It's impossible! Why bother trying!?"

I smiled and lightly tapped his heart. "It's because of you."

While he was dumbfounded, I broke away from him. Letting the Kingdom Key dissolve back into myself, I stepped back and held out my hand. In it…

Was a Wonder Mask.

"I know you. I know Pain. I know Sorrow. I know Fear. I know Disgust. I know Ambition. I know the Darkness… And everyone has a bit of Darkness in some or many forms. And I know how awful it feels. Maybe everyone's Darkness is a bit different. Maybe the shape of my pain doesn't match another's. But… I'd rather help relieve people of the misery their Darkness brings them than contribute to it. Even if no one cares."

I feel a sigil appear on my back. The Sigil of the Spirits… the Dream Eaters.

"I want to take my Darkness… and turn it into Light."

"...that is your answer?" Said the seeker of Darkness, Ansem flickering briefly over his visage. "How foolish. Reality..."

He bats the hand aside and thrusts his Dark Wrecker at my face.

"IS FAR FROM BEING THAT KIND!"

I, however, expected this, and was already dodging it with a special move.

I use my reality warping powers to summon from the other thread my Wonder Pendant, a matching Centinel Suit, and 100 Wonder Masks. I activate the psychic switch on the pendant, transforming in 3-billionths of a second. The camera, thankfully, captures this sequences in slow enough motion to show everyone the full sequence.


I curl up, held up by the energies of the transformation. Bursting outward with the energy, I give out a battle-cry as I land, raising my hands above my head.

"WONDER EYES: SOUL!"

A Wonder Mask is created. Upside-down, at first, before flipping upright and attaching itself to my face.

My hands chop and weave as I do a small kung-fu demonstration, each limb strike bringing a part of my costume, a silver and blue version of Wonder Red's, into being. Once the suit was fully donned, I raise both hands in the air again, this time as if the were holding something. The Light gathers in my hands, reaching a blinding fever-pitch before I smash my fist down, creating a crater beneath me. I flash a cocky smile at this, but accidentally blind myself as the light from my now shining teeth reflects off of the camera lens, forcing me to rub the flash out of my eyes.


The camera resumes normal image flow. With me having landed a safe distance away from the strike. I stand up and thumb my nose playfully.

"You're going to have to do a lot better than that!"

My heartless/Dark half charged at me, swinging the Dark Wrecker wildly. I kept stepping and weaving out of the way, letting my Wonder Suit's armoring energies mute any glancing blows. I danced around, moving away from the sword arm of the Berserker, but he could turn towards me far faster than I could circle and just did not relent in attacking.

So I created some distance, speeding back towards the other edge of the platform. However, while charging me down that 'Seeker of Darkness' simply unloaded a volley of spells and did a Strike Raid on me to keep the pressure up. I was able to deflect the spells with a few well timed punches, but he was able to use the Strike Raid to completely negate the distance by teleporting himself to the Dark Wrecker.

So I began to spam Aero and wind spells, creating an updraft while I glued my feet to the floor with Gravity spells. However, he too began using a gravity spell to keep himself down and just used Silence spell to cancel my own. I was blown up into the air before the updraft ended, flopping about like a ragdoll.

The SoD leapt into the Air, intent on catching me in the Dark Wrecker's devastating swing. However, I had already downed a Panacea and finally caught him point blank with a heavy punch. However, that's when the Stop spell was pulled out and he managed to punt me back onto the field unimposed.

However, he was exhausting himself. Burning through his energy and getting more and more sloppy. When he tried to Time Stop again I used Hasteaga to negate it. He roared in anger and just came in swinging, but that put us back to where we started when I managed to duck and weave around all of the attacks.

"Enough!" I yelled out, holding up my hand again. "You can't win this! Lay down your arms, and I won't have to lay down your life!"

"We've been doing so well with Kingdom Hearts references," My Dark half mocked. "Why stop now? Was it no longer cool? Was the callbacks considered even cooler? What is your deal?"

"Simple. Each Wonderful One who is a part of the core group has their own unique ability." I put both of my hands in front of my in a triangle shape. "Here's mine. WONDER…. SOUL!"

From my being the Seven Light Shards came out of my body, arranging themselves in a way as if a grand finger drew upon the world. It formed the shape of a person, and when the energy reached its peak…

There stood the Lights that had fused with me. All decked out in Wonderful One regalia. We all posed as a sentai group.

"Team…" I punched the air in front of me. "UNITE UP!"

"ROGER!"

We all swarmed My Dark Half, now rapidly getting the upper hand. The Bliss Self grabbed his legs, tangling up his ability to move. Straxala did the same, restraining his sword arm with the Chain of Memories. The rest of us picked a side and started baiting attacks so the others could deliver a devastating kick or hammering punch.

Except for Honor. He was the one who kept trying to attack him head on. He was exceedingly good at baiting attacks from the human shaped bundle of sorrow and Darkness.

Eventually, he finally started to even the playing field with general burst of Darkness to create soem space, followed by teleporting to one of our backs. We quickly began trying to keep to formations that helped us keep and eye on each other's backs. However, when he grabbed Bliss, the possible future us attached to Love lost it. Bliss was almost used as a living shield, but those only really work when it wasn't easy to work around. Which, to Love, it was.

Reelling from the beating, we seized the opportunity. Straixala raised his hand above his head.

"Wonder… CHAIN!"

We all leaped above Straixala's head, attached to each other by cosmic energies arranged in pseudodigital patterns. It solidified, forming an amped up Chain of Memories out of our bodies. With the opening presented to us by Love's savage attack, Straixala slammed the chain into the SoD repeatedly until finishing the combo off with a side-swipe, sending our dark form into the abyss of the Heart.

Even as the chain dissolved and we jumped down into formation, we remained on guard. It proved important when we heard my Dark Half's Heart call to us from the greater Darkness.


You want to play that game?


Fine.


Then let's play.


From the Darkness jumped the Seeker of Darkness. This time, though, he was decked out in a dark red and wicked purple version of a specific Space Pirate's outfit. On his face was not a Wonder Mask, but a twisted mockery of it.

Then, also from the Shadows, came 12 other forms. Each of the selves fused with the Shards of Darkness stood, surrounding us as a group. We turned, knowing that things were about to go to Strife shaped right quickly. We stared them down, they stared us down back. And then...

Wouldn't you know it?

We were right.

With a shout, everyone attacked everyone else! I ginned for the enemy leader, digging my fist into his jaw as he did the same to me. Staixala fended off the Shards of Fear and Wrath with a wide sweep of his chain, but they soon grabbed the chain and began to pull on him, turning it into an ugly game of tug of war. Love tried to help, but the Shards of Greed and Disgust grabbed his limbs and began to violently pull. Faith blasted them from behind long enough for Love to turn around and get his bearings, but Faith soon had to redirect his spells to fend off Ambition.

Sloth, meanwhile, passed out, taking an impromptu nap. He'd finish building up his attack later.

Meanwhile, Bliss began to play a frighteningly lethal game of tag with Guardian and the shard of Lust.Each time Death nearly grabbed him to throttle the life out, Bliss would use a brief burst of wind to propel him through his grasp. Whenever Lust tried to inflict a status effect, Blis merely pulsed a Clear spell and kept on running.

Naturally Honor charged forth to protect Bliss, but he had his own troubles to deal with as-


As I hijack control of the writing to write out how the Shard of Honor does against the Sponge of Gluttony. Oh, he tries to do well, but he's already dealing with the fact that the Sponge is rapidly expanding from the cut he inflicted on it! Soon it'll fill the entire field and push us all off- Wait, no this is a bad thing!

Ansem and I proceed to tear chunks of it off, with Pain swiftly joining in. Soon they buzz-sawed that monstrosity down. I breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that this Sponge is inherently weaker than the one whose fight I oversaw so long ago.

However-


The DS GM grunts in pain as he's hit from behind by the Shard of Righteousness repeatedly. Ansem separates from the brawl with honor to wail away on the Shard of Righteousness. The DS GM and Sponge proceed to have another go again at the Shard of Honor, who was waiting for them and unleashed a spin attack.

Eventually, Bliss's game of 'tag' ran into Ansem, Righteousness, and Pain's group. Ansem and Guardian immediately tag teamed to pin the kid into a corner while Lust stunlocked Righteousness long enough for pain to lay a smackdown. Honor, meanwhile, retreated due to forcing the Sponge to reveal that it could do more than just adapt by growing and firing guns at him. Honor ran into Faith, where they both nodded and switched. Faith immediately blinded the DS GM before unloading a potent Holy salvo on the Sponge, burning it.

Honor, meanwhile, fared a bit better as he dueled Ambition one on one. In fact, if it wasn't for Ambition's own constant growth, Honor would have won handily. That said, Honor could have finished the fight right then and there, but Ambition had led them towards Sloth's sleeping place, where Honor and Sloth immediately got into a tangled mess of Uselessness.

My Dark Half and I noted this and without a word grabbed each other by the arms, with me releasing the Sad Sack into Ambition. He kept him pinned long enough for me to untangle Honor, whereupon my Dark Half ambushed and punched me in the kidneys while Honor went back to keeping Ambition in check.

Straixala, meanwhile, was running about, avoiding the wild lashes from Wrath. Wrath, now wielding the Chain of memories, just went on a berserk tear. Fear was nowhere to be found, having hid themselves after accidentally tripping up Wrath for a few seconds.

Wrath's wild lashing ended up backfiring, predictably, when Straixala ran past Ansem and Guardian. The Chain of Memories bashed them aside long enough for Bliss to cast Curaga on the forces of Light. Furious, Wrath focus-fired on Bliss, but Bliss once again danced around the terrifying opponent. This time, though, Bliss took it a step further and by the end of their little dance, Wrath was tied up in his own stolen weapon.

Straixala squared off against Guardian and Ansem. Guardian had his invincibility due to being Death in disguise and was running interference for Ansem, but Straixala, having inherited Hope, was not deterred. Once again, he baited the two into another fight, whereupon Guardian was hit by Lust's debuff's in the friendly fire. Guardian and Ansem, furious, began to kick the shit out of the pervert while Straixala rapidly spammed Cure and Clear spells on Righteousness until he was able to backhand Pain away.

Eventually, though, something had to give in the brawl. Ambition, sword drawn, raised it high in the air. A shift in the atmosphere let everyone know that it was time to stop screwing around with their enemies and team up to kick the crap out of them.

"Teio… SWORD!"

The 13 Darknesses lined up in the air, floating in dark power. A purple, sword version of the Unite Chain appeared above Ambition's hand. Grasping the oversized weapon, he swung down with the intent of finishing the fight.

Honor responded in kind.

"Uniiite… SWORD!"

With their own Light Yellow sword in hand, they clashed. The Darkness had the clear size advantage and began to press down on the opposing team. However, Staixala was not one to give up because of a mismatch.

"Unite Chain!"

With that shout, the sword broke apart and reformed into the chain it was before, wrapping around the sword and swinging it through the air. Before the enemy team could impact the ground, Sloth, of all of them, spoke up.

"teio bomb."

Unexpectedly, the team of Light was caught up in a temporally slowing blast. Wrath spoke up next.

"TEIO FIST!"

An enormous fist of fury and hate rocketed towards the stunned group. But Bliss had a fun idea.

"UNITE FLAN!"

Despite turning into a giant blob of gelatin, this turned out to be the right answer. When the fist impacted it while it was still freshly formed, spike immediately jutted out, acting as a painful counter to all of the Shards of Darkness who formed the fist.

As they scattered, however, Lust giggled inappropriately.

"Teio Whip, baby!"

With the Flan now disbanded, the whip was able to encircle the group, keeping them from moving about. Fear, however, did not trust this.

"TEIO GUN! NOW!"

They formed into an oversized pistol and fired one of their own - Sloth, as it turned out. Love, however, braved the assault and took the hit.

"G-guh! Unite… Arrow!"

The group formed a crossbow, and Love immediately aimed at the DS GM. The arrow, made of Honor in this case, hit home and the DS GM found the cloud of Envy lift from his mind.

"What… what am I doing!?"

However, the rest of his group beat the shit out of him before he could do anything of note. When they finished up, they saw the Unite Fist of the opposing team fly into them mid-swing, punishing them for being so easily distracted.

Both groups fell to the ground in a heap, panting and clutching their wounds. My Dark half and I cast the same spell at the same time.

"CURAGA!"

With our vitality restored, we all stood up, looking at each other. We could sense it. The clashes were reaching their climax. The ritual was almost complete. There was only one thing left to do.

"Let's go, Kingdom Key!" I cried out, with the rest of my group following suit.

"Come, Dark Wrecker!" Cried out the ones who bore the Shards of Darkness.

The two lines rammed each other. Two Shards of Darkness trying to overpower each Shard of Light, save for me and my Dark Half. As our Keyblades locked together, they all began to resonate with the Shards of Light and Shards of Darkness. The power, however, was too much for most of our selves. One by one, the possible past and future selves exploded, their Keyblades fusing with mine and my Dark half's. Straixala looked to me.

"Well, I didn't last long. Maybe… maybe i can be reincarnated some day."

He blew apart, his essence flowing into me.

The Sponge squealed, then shriveled into powder. Not being a proper Damage Sponge, it just wasn't made to last.

The DS GM looked at the writing on the wall and let go of his Dark Wrecker.

"I'm already gone. My role here is fulfilled, like it was long ago for that group. Now… I go to my final resting place." And then he faded.

Ansem roared. He struggled, but his body began to dissolve. Guardian looked to Ansem, then made a choice. It let go of its Dark Wrecker and grabbed him. However, in doing so, it was hit with two full powered Keyblade strikes. Between that and the two CP kicking in, Guardian's form destabilized heavily. The aspect of Death was unlocked from the Guardian's form, and Guardian and Ansem flew off into the distance.

In the end, all the Keyblades fused together, and the effect was blinding. Darkness billowed out like a fog from the Dark Wrecker. The Kingdom Key's aura had long since engulfed my arms in its bright Light and the rest of it made it hard to see.

Soon, the fountains of Light and Dark began to shift. The Dark Wrecker's off-colors began to leak off of the Keyblade and into the cloud of Darkness, leaving only another Kingdom Key. However, that cloud of Darkness began to swirl around us both, gathering every last bit and speck of Light up as it tried to escape. It condensed, further and further, the Dark tornado constricting against us. Soon, I could see nothing

Then, as the Darkness passed my eyes and onto the Keyblades, I saw what was occurring. THe Light was hardened into a web around our two Kingdom Keys, and two pillars of it rose from just under the tips to meet just above it.

In other words… the X-Blade… the Chi-Blade…. However you call it. It was being formed right in front of my eyes.

The sight was so distracting that my other half promptly kicked me in the gut to take it from me. However, in doing so the process took a screeching turn for the corrupt as the Darkness stopped shaping the Light and began rolling over it in waves, leaving chunks of the legendary blade to look broken and incomplete.

"Ah, I did that too soon," He clicked his tongue as a scowl took over his face. "Timing just… it was never our THING, was it?"

I stood up off the floor. He looked at me with an amused look on his face.

"What do you think you're doing? You've lost. Go and… I dunno. Do whatever it is non-dominate halves do. It's pointless."

I began to walk over to him. My Dark half's face became flustered with confusion.

"Y-you don't have a Keyblade! You don't have any Wonderful Ones! You literally haven't existed long enough to consistently do much else except on the spot problem solving! What are you going to fight me with!?"

He pointed the X-blade's tip at my throat. When I didn't back down, he flew into a rage.

"YOU LOST! THIS ISN'T SHONEN! THIS ISN'T SOME FANTASY NOVEL! And yet here you are, REFUSING TO ACCEPT THE TRUTH! Isn't that why we're here? BECAUSE I CAME ABOUT BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T-"

"I questioned myself because I was afraid." When he grew silent, I continued. "We're here because I can't seem to let go of anything."

I gripped the tip of the incomplete weapon of incredible power. "We're here… because this is made through our conflict. But it can only be made complete be a resolution to that conflict."

My darker half flinched and stepped back as if slapped. "Isn't that what we're doing? I beat you, you beat me-"

"And this key doesn't get forged, because our Heart will break from the strain."

I let the blunt statement lie there on its own. He opens his mouth to speak, but he chokes on the words. He closes it, breaths in harshly, then raises the X-blade to attack. But then he stops, his arm shaking against the immovable force of his own doubt. His teeth grit… and eventually tears come to his eyes as he violently throws the weapon onto the floor.

"DAMN YOU!" He screams at me. "DAMN YOU DAMN YOU DAMN YOU! YOU NEVER LET ME WIN! I ALWAYS LOSE! I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO DO SOMETHING WITHOUT BEING FUCKING PUNISHED FOR IT! YOU ASSHOLE! YOU LOSER! YOU HATEFUL WORM! WHY! WHY WHY WHY WHY!"

He runs up to me and punches me in the face. I let him punch me, but this time I do not move. He screams and punches me harder. My muscles tense to keep me standing. THen he hits me over the head with both fists, exercising our power to its maximum. The Station of Sorrow cracks…

But I do not yield.

"Damn it.. Damn you…" My darkner half's costume dissolves, revealing a version of me wearing a plain yellow T-shirt, a black and orange jacket, white shoes, and black jeans. "Why.. Why won't you let me win?"

I place a hand on his shoulder. "Because I am… I was too inexperienced to understand how to accept you. So instead I lock you away, because evil tries to get to me through you. I feared you… and I wronged you because of it. I'm sorry."

That's when the dam broke, and my darker half collapsed against me, sobbing. I hugged him back, my face still conflicted.

"I did wrong by you… and I need to accept you. I need to accept you for who you are."

A vision passed by his-my eyes. Cybil. The Player Killer. Skitter. None of them were good or even nice people. But I accepted them and helped them.

Why couldn't I do the same for myself? If I couldn't accept it because it was more visible, then I accepted no one. And that…

The conflict from my eyes evaporates as I hug him harder. "I accept you, I understand you… and I forgive you. So please, as I truly seek forgiveness… forgive me."

The sobs went silent for a minute. Then a small voice whispered back to me.

"I forgive you."

And that's when the floor beneath us lit up. The Station… it had always been one station, transforming and looping back upon itself. The fake colors of Sorrow peeled away in the wake of the shining Light. Spreading out from where we were standing, the Light reached every corner of the Station of Awakening, revealing its true nature and colors.

It was me, in the outfit my darker half wore. His eyes were closed as he rested against the orange outline. All along the edges were images of people I had never seen, but whose names would always be etched into my Heart.

Asa. Nigel. Cody. Ryan. Dakota. Chris. Andrew.

Plague. Ender. Carleah. JOEbobobob. Nedben. Sebazu.

All of them had lines that spiraled from them into a starry sky, where a sea of beauty and dreams were woven among the stars. All of them had stars of their own, joined by the countless stars of people who I had either forgotten, or wished I knew better.

When I looked up, I noticed I was in fact wearing my Darker… no. I was wearing the outfit my Sorrow was wearing. I didn't know the signifigance, but I knew that somehow… it just fit me like a glove.

I lifted the X-blade in my hand, pristine and whole. Darkness and Light. The power to Create and Destroy.

I lifted it above my head, holding it by an improvised grip made from where the hilts met in the center.

"Come on, everyone," I said to the myriad feelings and ideas waiting to come forth from my soul. "Let's go back."

From the tip of the X-blade, a powerful beam of Light shot up, piercing the Darkness. From it emerged a 'Kingdom Hearts' that was more metaphor than real. A metaphor for all of the connections and all of the people I have met along the way. They reached out to me…

How could I not reach back?

Then, my world was engulfed in Light.

When I came to… in my Hands was the weapon I sought for so long. The one with the power to control the Plane of Hearts… Kingdom Hearts. The one with the power to keep everyone's souls safe from the Godmodder.

In my hands was the X-blade. And I couldn't think of a weapon that fit better in them.

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Action Summary:

2 CP: Created and Sent away the characters who would go on to become my Thymium characters.

1 CP: Summoned both the Kingdom Key and the Dark Wrecker versions of my Keyblade from Crusher's Destroy the Godmodder thread.

3 Actions(Focus): I completed both rituals for creating the X-Blade at once, using the culmination of all of my Kingdom Hearts References to produce the X-Blade. It's two powers are to create more Keyblades out of people's Hearts, keeping them from being soul vored by the Godmodder even upon using a Mortal Action or dying, and summoning and controlling Kingdom Hearts, known in this Reality as The Plane of Hearts.


A/N: Including a Quoted message, the 'skip' menu, and the Action summary, this came out to 9,066 words. Holy bejabbers. But it was worth it.

 

[Captain.Cat]

I'll keep working in the mine for now. (3 CP)

 

[Ender_Smirk]

The Heir stumbles a bit after Piono's "defense", before looking to him. "Respectable counter. I won't say I am surprised, since I figure you are fairly skilled, but even then, it was fairly impressive. That being said, that doesn't mean I have given my all yet here. Not by a long shot. "



As he says that, his blade seems to shimmer. Where once was a dulled edge is now once more sharper than any razor blade known to any species. As he swings it around, making certain that its edge is fully restored, the blade gouges the ground and the stone is split as if it was never there. The purple and green flames flare up once more, but now, something is different. If Piono tries, he will notice that whatever this is, it is not the type of fire he can control anymore.

The Heir then rushes straight at him, his sword swinging. The blade flickers with these false flames, which latch onto Piono as the Heir slashes. He then disappears in a gust of wind that recoalesces behind Piono for another slash, the false flames burning purple. He follows up with another swing before jumping backwards, and standing for a moment. As he stands there, Piono may try to strike him, but that does not go well, as suddenly, an army of him springs from that location, all armed and ready, and they begin their assault. Piono can quickly discern that each one appears to be in a different hoodie, some the same style but with a different color, some the same color but different style, and some with different options for both. What matters is that they all begin to slash at him. As Piono tries to counter them, likely with either a force field, more hands, or even a multiplier technique of his own, he feels a scalding pressure from a squadron of ones in a light yellow outfit, who are radiating a pure white light which seems to give no quarter to him. As Piono struggles with those, he feels time slow down. Not metaphorically, he physically has been temporaly slowed down by a squadron of red hoodied clones. As that happens, other red clones rush around Piono, slashing at him every time his guard is down. A group of blue hoodied copies follows them, and Piono is suddenly accosted by blasts of wind from all around, while simultaneously finding himself lacking air to breathe. Then, a group of brown hoodie colored repeats rush in, an army of plants rushing up after him, wrapping around him while he can feel some of his strength seep out of him. This is followed by a team of purple hoodied ones rushing at him, attacking with an impressive strength, as he feels his impetus to fight weaken. This is followed by an orange brigade coming by, which somehow heralds a rain of anvils on his head. A phalanx of teal hoodie wearers come next, and Piono suddenly feels dipped into a pool of memories. He sees a world erased, and a void of guilt, followed by a world of idiocy the idiocy of physics in the last highlighting its mockery of the first world. As he returns from that vision, he sees those warriors now all attacking at once, with random use of all those abilities together. He then begins to smack them away, and the tides begin to weaken. Piono may note that they all vanish, when he actually gets rid of one, by turning into a large supply of parallel lines. He still takes a while to get through them all.

Once the attack of the clones is over, the Heir rematerializes, as he seems to have hidden during the brawl. He once more flares up with the false flames, and blasts straight at Piono in a ball of the stuff. Everyone knows Piono would dodge this, but then something odd happens. The ball teleports back on course. This happens with each dodge, until contact. At that point, a plume of energy spreads across the arena, and Piono can feel the heat. The energy then rushes up behind him, forming a fist of more crystal, slamming into him. As Piono turns his focus to the fist in an attempt to counter, the Heir pops up from the other side, taking a stab at hitting him. If any item that isn't indestructible to the level of its particles is used to block, said item is cut through like butter. This gets followed up by the Heir flipping back out of range, before running around the arena. He runs quickly enough to kick up quite the dust cloud off the arena floor, while also running on the walls of the arena. This quickly ends up to be a well thought out strategy, as he either waits for Piono's inevitable wall trick to stop him, or, if Piono is feeling meta enough to not use a wall, just doing it before whatever Piono's attempt to stop him from making the cloud occurs, the Heir makes a crystal ramp appear, and uses it to springboard out at Piono for another stab. This gets reused a couple times, until Piono stops it more directly. The Heir responds to that by blasting a hole in the ground, and going under the arena, burrowing around for a bit before reemerging right in front of Piono to continue the sword duel. The duel goes back and forth, as both combatants use massive quantities of temporal cheats to outpace the other, and both try every swordplay trick they think could work to catch the other off guard. The Heir gains edges every couple seconds by having his sword extend and retract at random, shifting the blade style just as commonly, keeping Piono off balance, but it is hard to say who is winning.

As they continue, however, the ground begins to shake, and suddenly, green and purple false flames shoot from the ground beneath Piono. As the false flames spiral upwards, more pillars appear throughout the battlefield, before crystallizing, making a forest of green and purple crystal everywhere. The Heir darts between the trees of crystal, his sword darting in to strike at Piono before once more disappearing into the forest. When/If Piono tries to break one, it explodes into false flames in his face. This hit and run tactic continues as long as it takes for Piono to come up with a method to nullify the forest, or for the Heir to decide this bit has run its course. Whichever comes, the forest is gone, and the two once more stare straight at each other.

The Heir then looks to Piono with a smirk, and says, "You know what, you are among the strongest, and most skilled beings I have had to fight. Therefore, I will give you my absolute maximum power."

As he says this, something odd happens, and the Heir splits into two people. One is minecraftian in figure, and his hoodie is a grey with a line down it. The other is a normal human, by all accounts, wearing a green hoodie with a line on the other side as the first, with the two lines being parallel. And then… the green one runs away from the grey one in a terrified manner.



The grey Heir then begins to glow with a dark energy, and he cackles maniacally, before rushing straight at Piono, slashing in a manner much more aggressive and murderous than before. He blasts out a purple energy burst, before warping straight behind Piono for an attempted decapitation shot.

The green Heir rushes over to a point where a computer terminal appears. He then yells to Piono, "I am sorry, I couldn't stop him. He is incredibly dangerous when going all out. I don't care about this duel, just hold him off. I have a counter for this," before beginning to type like mad into the console.

The grey Heir (Purple now black voice, for clarity) continues rushing at Piono. His speed seems just as good as the Heir had been showing before, and his every strike feels like it would break mountains with the shockwaves. The blade spins out to enormous sizes at random, suddenly stabbing Piono from the opposite end of the arena, before pulling him back to the warrior to uppercut him into the air. This is followed by the Heir tossing a teal pearl, and then appearing on Piono's chest when the pearl lands, stabbing him back to the ground. The purple false flames rush all over the arena, a small gap existing where the other Heir is working. The false flames reach and grab at Piono, as the grey Heir rushes at him at incredible speeds, before suddenly, his hoodie turns red, and his speed ceases being quantifiable. He slashes at Piono a thousand times a planck instant, before whipping himself away to perform another stab, tossing Piono into a wall any time a stab connects. The false flames pull on Piono, throwing him off balance so that the Heir's next strike finds connecting easier. He pulls out what appears to be a rocket launcher, and shoots armies worth of rockets at Piono, before tossing it aside to fire out a spread of pulse blasts which send Piono flying with each hit. He dual wields a second sword twice the size of his own body, all while keeping pace with Piono with his main sword. His slashes cut through the very atoms in the air around him, making miniature nuclear explosions assault Piono every couple seconds.

Then the grey Heir turns it up a bit, he shifts into the giant dragon form from the Nether, before it shrinks back down, and he gains wings and claws in the process. His assault only becomes more dangerous from there, as the purple flames spew from his mouth, and he flies at Piono at high speeds. His sword lashes out every handful of seconds, and every time it lands a blow, he laughs a psychotic laugh. More false fires spew out all around, as the purple waves all follow Piono around, hunting him with a vengeance, followed up by slams and slashes from the maniacal Heir. He then begins to fly even higher upwards, before unleashing a barrage of energy blasts on the ground below. When Piono inevitably tries to act smug about teleporting out of the way, he then will notice the blasts are seeking him out.

As this all goes on, the other Heir works diligently, with a face showing concern that is easy to believe, given the circumstances. He works tirelessly to try and counter the darkness encircling the Grey Heir. His coding, for those who could read it, show some type of teleporter and a payload, but what the payload is is hard to tell. Seems like a neutralizing agent.

As the fight continues, even Piono likely is getting a bit tired, and the grey Heir shows no signs of fatigue. As he flies in for another swoop, he digs deep into the ground, before leaping out from there like a shot, stabbing at Piono yet again. The stabs and slashes continue at this speed until frankly, no one can tell what is happening anymore but the combatants.

Then, as the blows continue to fall, the green Heir says, "I am done. Just keep him still."

With a twisted sneer, the grey Heir drops his weapon, and says, "Well? You heard the man."

He then rushes Piono, and quickly sets the two into grappling match, apparently finding the chances of being stopped funny. Since no one wants to try to learn the grappling rules, they get tangled up in a way that neither can move.

As soon as they have ceased moving significantly, the green Heir puts a forcefield of green false flames around the two. Then, just as the green Heir pushes the last button, the grey Heir becomes intangible, and slips out of Piono's grasp, and he leaves the area as a few grams of antimatter are transported directly into the front of Piono's torso. This launches him quite far as the antimatter reacts violently with the matter. If this doesn't get cancelled, then this launches him out of the ring, as antimatter explosions are not inconsiderable.

As the grey Heir rises, and walks over to the green one, the dark aura leaving him as he asks, "Why did I have to be the psycho, again?"

The green one answers, "Because I look insignificant, as I am a nerd. You look intimidating enough to be a credible threat. Let's just get this over with."

They re-fuse, and then wait, ready in case, Piono returns as they are fully aware he may end up being angry.

(Side note, the antimatter is targeted relative to Piono. He isn't capable of moving to get away from it. The stopping him was to keep him distracted when the final blow was delivered.)

 

[That-Random-Guy]

FOCUS

I go drilling on down into the mines

 

[Moniker]

FOCUS!
I jump in the mine, and start burrowing down all on my lonesome.

Click to shrink...

You burrow down into the Earth, feeling incredibly lonely! The large number of miner townspeople working with you stare awkwardly as you sob and moan about how lonely you are! 24m dug!

FOCUS:
I create a Tunnel-Boring-Machine themed ride for the Mine Theme Park!
The ride has cars that are scale models of the Tunnel Boring Machine. Indeed, they are perfect replicas, if smaller.

Click to shrink...

The Tunnel-Boring Machine is the first part of the theme park...

Action 1-3: I spawn many expert miners and they start to work with my enchantment of Efficiency V

Click to shrink...

Your expert miners dig another 10m, finding the ninth die! Yes! But the ground below you... oh no! It's made of the thickest, densest material imaginable! Imagine the stupidest person you know! THE GROUND IS MADE OUT OF THAT PERSON'S HEAD! Nothing can get into or through it! Mining efficiency reduced by 100% - bringing you down to -20%! Without improvement, you can't move any further down through the ground!

ES and Amelia's paperwork has stacked up enormously high as a result of all this Energy.

For this turn's Management, they purchase Coal Brutalize, Management Headache, and 1617 Coal Miners. Yes, that's just the ticket!

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MANAGE! Purchases made!

The quiet watcher is mildly unsure of how he wants to do this. Should he use applied bullshit to launch the door at ridiculous speeds to hammer against the Godmodder who's undoubtedly behind it, nailing him in the face with the edge of the shimmering wood? Should he use the power of EXPLOSIONS?! to propel it through any defenses it may be hiding behind it, ensuring the blow will hit? Should he preform a dynamic entry to ensure the Godmodder can't see it coming from the power of tropes? Decisions, decisions...

What the hell, why not all of them?

The quiet watcher's foot imapcts the door three quarters of the way up while he drops a handful of grenades at the base of the door, all the while screaming the phrase, "DYNAMIC ENTRY". The moment his foot hits the shimmering wood, the door's hinges break under the might of literary tropes and as the door starts to fall, [MINOR MINNIE] activates, generating the equivalent of a black hole for the briefest of moments directly behind the door. This launches both the door and the quiet watcher into the room directly at the godmodder's shocked face, and as the grenades go off and both propel the door at ludicrous speeds through the sparse defenses the Godmodder had erected previously and into the annals of history as the first man to ride an explosion powered door into a Godmodder's face.

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This action, unless somebody else stops it, will take effect at the end of the turn!

Action 1: I need a railgun, now. With our increased power, it will do some devastating damage.

Curse of Repetitiveness, railguns are tapped out. Even my secondary gauss pistol is now ineffective.

What about a-

Weath Ray? Those are affected by a trans-dimensional curse of repetitiveness. They've never been useful anyways.

Well now I have to get creative. Give me a minute.

1 minute later...

Alright, I've created the Absolute Zero-Point Cryo Cannon.

What does it do?

It doesn't actually fire anything, at least not in three-dimensional space. It creates points of absolute zero in a narrow cone out from the barrel that rapidly drain thermal energy from the substance they are created over. The integrated artificial mind can track targets the weapon is aimed at and calculate the optimal points to start the freeze. With the player power invested in it, it can freeze almost anything in about a tenth of a second, even through walls and armor.

It has two secondary modes based around a sonic emitter. Firstly, it can trigger a sonic boom to shatter frozen targets before they thaw out, and secondly, it can launch icicles that are generated by freezing water vapor, dealing significant damage.

Action 2: I grab the Absolute Zero-Point Cryo Cannon and head to the tunnel. Before anyone else can breach and engage, I use a Starsight pulse to scan the area for targets, send the data to the artificial mind, and use the Absolute Zero-Point Cryo Cannon to freeze all detected threats, traps, and Godmodders. If the Godmodder is caught, then after I complete the full sweep of the area I lock onto him and keep him frozen with the Absolute Zero-Point Cryo Cannon, hopefully negating some of his defenses.

Action 3: I start hammering Suppressor C, using Resonating Strikes to gain exponential amplification of damage output the longer my assault continues. As my damage is at the damage cap, it is physically impossible for Suppressor C to not die from my attack. Unless it has Chara resistance, which will cause it to face our entire combined wrath next turn.

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You scan the tunnel as the other Players arrive inside it! Your threat/trap scans don't detect anything that can hurt you, and the Godmodder is sitting directly behind the door! You fire your Absolute Zero-Point Cryo Cannon, knowing it can shatter a flimsy wooden door in an instant...

Suppressor C destroyed! You destroyed it so fast, you couldn't even figure out what it was. Now its so thoroughly destroyed there's no way to tell. Oh well!

A point of Absolute Zero is spawned inside the Godmodder! But it only serves as a moderate coolant for the Godmodder's heart. The Godmodder's heart is warm with love. Love... for your attacks failing.

And now for our duel...
Round 2 begins.
(Also I thought I had some clever one liners in my blocks o text but I guess not. *single dramatic tear rolls down cheek*)

Piono looks to his two opponents, and then suddenly splits in three. One for each attack he's been granted. One goes over to both of his opponents, each crackling with energy.
"Alright then, let's do this."
"Alright then, let's do this."
"Alright then, let's do this."

One of me walks over towards Danganmachin. Somewhat reminiscent of that one Jojo meme. Actually that doesn't help too much there's a lot of Jojo memes but I don't have time to go look up exactly which Jojo meme I'm referring to I've got a psychopathic teddybear to kick in the teeth.
Danganmachin readies himself against my attack, trying to prep himself for what my attack will surely be. Whatever he does to prepare, he's probably wrong. Because as soon as I walk up to him I stop, and pose dramatically.
Dangan realizes too late that this pose is me activating my final smash, as he is pulled into a ludicrous cutscene attack.
"LIGHTS!" I point upwards and suddenly several spotlights are shining down on us. Dangan shields his eyes against the brilliant light and suddenly realizes that he can't see anything beyond the spotlights, no arena, no hexagonafield, nothing!
"CAMERA!" I point at him and suddenly he feels his vision go weird, blurring away as if his eyes have become cameras and are motion-zooming away from everything he was looking at.
I pull my hand down in front of me. "Action." I snap my fingers everything winks to blank.

Let's Put On A Show
Dangan suddenly realizes that he's sitting down, that whatever he's sitting on is moving, and that there's music somewhere in the distance in the direction of wherever he's heading to. After a few seconds, an overhead light comes into view, and in the quick moments that it illuminates himself and his ride, he realizes that he's riding some sort of... comfort transport vehicle? That would explain why the cushions are so comfy. There's a box in front of him, labeled "choose a weapon", though they pass beyond the light before he can inspect it. The next light reveals that the box is locked and deactivated at the moment, but something tells him it will be ready soon. There's also a robot driver at the front of the vehicle, but they don't respond when he talks. He looks down and discovers that nothing is rendered below the transport's tunnel, so jumping out is probably a bad idea too. Total cessation of existence due to game engine failure tends to result in losing the fight.
He's resigned himself to the ride just as he realizes that the end is in sight. At the far end of the tunnel lies a massive number of lights, and blaring music. There's a party of some kind going on... No, not a party.
A concert.

As the transport vessel reaches out into the main section, he looks out, he's high up in the air over a massive pit of darkness, surrounded by a crowd of screaming fans. The good kind of screaming. In the center is a massive multicolored dancefloor, with an enormous DJ stand at the center of it. He can't quite make out the figure standing at the records, but he's dead certain it's probably Piono. He hears a click, and the "choose a weapon" box in front of him clicks open. He leans over it, and opens it.
It's empty.
He stands back a second and blinks, then realizes that everything else has stopped too. The music, the noise, even the transport has stopped moving forward. He looks around. Yup, everything's frozen, what happened?

Meanwhile, in the writer's office.
"What do you mean he used the final smash early, we hadn't finished writing it yet we thought we had time to work on the other projects!"
"He used it early I said! You better go find it and finish writing it, ASAP, or we're gonna lose the contract!"
Much panicking ensues.

Dangan waits in the transport. After tossing the box over the side, he discovered that none of the hitboxes elsewhere in the arena were properly put in, since this wasn't supposed to be where he ended up. And the cutscene seems to have disabled his Player powers. In short, he's stuck. All he can do is wait and hope that everything resumes properly...
It can't take that long, right? Piono always comes back and finishes his longposts.

Dangan is nothing but bones, at this point. Starved and Thirsted to the point that he saw no option but to temporarily die in the hopes that the longpost would someday end and he could return to the arena...

Meanwhile back in the writer's (ex) office:
They never found the longpost. It had been lost under the piles of unfinished attacks for various anime characters and JRPG final bosses, and so they had lost the contract. Soon after the business had gone under.
Jerry, the one originally responsible for writing it all sighs as he puts paper after paper into the office shredder. It was all they had left to do before they closed up shop.
Not even looking at the paper, he reached for one that was once intended to detail the ultimate musical showdown in a concert that would never be forgotten...

Dangan, still not having roused himself from being dead, is caught totally unaware when he, along with the rest of the longpost, are put through the paper shredder.

And back on the main battlefield, Piono looks up as he hears a ding.
He puts away his packaged lunch and turns back to where he initiated the final smash.
It's about darn time that it finished. What even happened in there?
He never gets his answer, because Dangan drops out of it flashing red and releasing smoke. He's prime for a KO mode.
"FALCOOOOOOOON!" Dangan looks up at Piono and sighs, closing his eyes. "PAAAWWWWNCH!"


Elsewhere across the arena...
Ender watches as Piono walks towards him. (wait weren't they like barely 10 meters apart previously) Ender readies himself, and suddenly Piono is right behind him. Ender (presumably) dodges out of the way of the enormous beam of black energy that launches out of his hands. Ender spins around only for the beam to wrap around at him. Ender dodges out of the way as the beam criss-crosses across the arena and by the time he gets his bearings again and can focus on other things in addition to dodging, Piono is totally surrounded by the beam on all sides including up and down. Flickering black tendrils begin to wave out of the portions of the beam, then without warning they reach up and outwards. More like an interface screw, because no matter where Ender is standing or moving, they seem to reach up straight towards and around him, coating his view in blackness and pulling him into the void.

Ender suddenly lands with a thud, staring up into a greyish red sky. He groans and stands up, looking around. He seems to be on top of an apartment building in a somewhat wrecked city. As if a war had torn through it some time ago, and then it had been abandoned, leaving all of the already damaged buildings to degrade further. Some buildings are gone, quite a few are mostly destroyed, almost all of them show some sign of significant damage, but a few here and there just look a bit run down as opposed to significantly disturbed. Fortunately, the one ender is standing on seems to be one of those.
Ender surveys the city, it's desolate. The clouds in the sky are churning, and the few brief gaps he sees further up beyond show an angry red sky. Like a sunset over a forest fire, except the whole thing. A few stars peek through it, so it's probably nighttime. The clouds and sky still seem to be glowing a bit themselves, so the city is just sorta dismally grey instead of dark and shadowed. The only major biulding still standing is a massive tower at the center of town. There are lights going up the side of it, and it reaches into the clouds so that he can't see the top of it.

And then there's a crack of thunder. Ender turns around to see Piono rising to his feet on a rooftop across the street from him. "You know, we weave our attacks from stories, and the best stories have raw emotion in them. So perhaps I'll show you a bit of the emotion behind mine. You better have a good return serve for me." His eyes flash brilliantly for a brief moment. "Because I'm not pulling any punches this time around."

Long Live the New Gods
Piono and Ender stares each other down, Piono seemingly waiting for something, Ender on his guard since he knows countering the definitely incoming attack will probably be a lot more effective than actively interfering since that would let Piono just restart it without issue. And then he sees the glow forming around Piono. Little particles of light are moving in around his body, drifting through the walls, air, and ground, and moving into him. Piono closes his eyes for a brief moment and sighs, and when Ender's incoming attempted sneak attack comes to hit him, lashes out his arm with a veil of shadows reaching out and slamming into Ender's face no matter which direction he attacked from and causing the attack to shatter as if it were made of glass and then blow away as if made of dust.
Piono opens his eyes again and tilts his head, the arm jolting sideways and launching Ender through several buildings as another arm erupts out of Piono's back, this one made of some kind of slimy goop but crackling with electricity and flashes of light. He stretches his two normal arms outwards and the light motes rush inwards creating a shell of powerful energy that radiates outwards, burning away any attacks Ender throws at him and launching Ender backwards if he himself tries to approach in any way. In the depths of it he can see Piono's silhouette starting to change...
"Do you remember... all that we've lost?"
Nubs appear around his torso.
"All that we created just so it could fade away into obscurity?"
They reach outwards into longer forms.
"How everything we build here will come crashing down whether we win or not?"
Finally, shapes coalesce at the end of these growths.
"Because I remember. I have not forgotten, and I don't think I ever could."
The light pulses outwards in a burst of blinding light and searing heat. Piono rises in the air, real arms folded, 8 massive extra arms growing out of his back. The one of void and static from before, another of the strange energized goop, a third of living fire complemented by a fourth of blue sparkling crystal. Two more pairs, one made of an arm seemingly carved from glowing magical symbols and an arm built of clockwork and steam apparatuses, the other being made of an arm formed of pure hardlight and the other clearly robotic in nature, adorn his back, making him almost look like some sort of horrific squidgod.

"Welcome to a realm carved of memories and frozen realms that never truly were. Where what I remember and what I truly experienced were molded together and then ripped to shreds. Where old gods danced and played and died in the twists and turns within my own mind as entire universes were fabricated just to get me to fight an even greater evil."
Shadows begin to flicker in the air behind him. It looks like... silhouettes. Figures floating in the air and shimmering into existence. An entire army, and as ender watches they start to become more solid, and flicker, as if beginning to gain color.
"But then I was gone and they suddenly mattered so little as to not exist anymore... It's as they used to say I suppose..."
Two of Piono's arms reach downwards, and using the crumbling building as a launching off point, throw him towards Ender where two more arms grip the pavement and pull him to a stop a short distance in front of Ender, but ripping up the street in the process.
"Long live the new gods."

Player Piono, Form 1: Vessel of Crumbling Memories

And then he attacks, a beam of multicolored energy sweeping downwards and carving straight through the building at ender, forcing him to dodge backwards. Ender rolls backwards and Piono's arms, seemingly spiralling around his back with each step like a wheel, leaving different ones on the bottom with every step he takes. As he marches towards Ender, each arm reaches out with powers that cut down all of Ender's attacks, directing towards him whenever he tries to outmaneuver Piono, launching forward at unbelievable speeds to grab him and smash him through another building as Piono pushes forwards towards him in an unstoppable maelstrom of fire, lasers, and magical blasts that seem to burn through everything, as if somehow slightly more real than anything around them or that ender tries to conjure to stop the storm.
Ender slowly starts to realize that Piono's not actually trying to hurt him. Hit him, yes, but all of the attacks that do land are either deflected even when ender thought he was about to get decked or just weren't very strong. The full force of the aura Piono's arms seem to be providing him with hasn't been thrown at ender yet. Finally, ender winds up with his back against the wall, trapped in a backalley street with actually mostly still standing buildings around him. Piono's extra arms smash into the walls, causing the sides of the alley to suddenly glow with immense power, and Piono launches himself forwards, slamming into Ender and crashing through the wall, sending the two of them tumbling out into a massive ruined plaza.
Here, their duel starts in earnest, Piono for some reason exclusively using his arms though that doesn't seem to limit him much as every single one of them has a variety of powers that twist and grow together when combined in nature. From the miniaturized timestops and blasts of steam from the clockpunk arm to the sudden glitchy repositioning and total disruption of everything of the void arm, Piono lays into Ender repeatedly with a massive barrage of attacks.
"You seem very focused on our little bout here, and while I must say you're still an impressive combatant."
Piono's 'ground' arms suddenly lurch, launching him backwards out of the way of a massive blast of missiles that abruptly ram into ender from the sky.
"You aren't that great at keeping an eye on what's actually going on."
Ender looks up into the sky and see the army of shadows from before, no longer ghosts but still appearing very ephemeral. As if everything, from the gods radiating power to the massive floating war machines, were merely ghosts.
"Or maybe it's because I rigged it against you. Who knows. Hope you can fight on multiple fronts."

And then the waves of attacks begin flowing in, as the figures begin swarming down to assist Piono's incoming strikes. Ender starts fending off the explosions and blasts but realizes partway in that that's not the real problem. Because every so often one of the memory wraiths dive-bombs right into ender_smirk when he's left vulnerable or unaware by the chorus of perfectly timed and powered strikes. The wraith slams into him, vanishing as it does so as if it were never there, but every time one hits him memories begin flooding his head and pushing at his senses, making it harder and harder to actually stay focused on the incoming barrage of attacks.
Memories flood his head as wraith after wraith slams into him. Of children who laughed and played in villages now forever frozen in time, of gods both valiant and sinister fighting with weapons that scorched the skies, of massive metal behemoths built for conquest and the bands of adventurers who joined together to destroy them. Waves and waves of people and places, of smiles, tears, and angry rants. Entire universes just to prop up somebody's memories and then left to decay by the very function that built them and the overwhelming melancholy and anger that runs in Piono's blood knowing that he himself is the only reason for their pointless existence and frozen torture.
Ender starts trying to fight back but it takes a long time to adjust to the flow of memories that rush into his head just to blindside him with emotional and focal instability only to be backed up by an unnoticed punch to the gut that launches him right into the next attack on his mind as the phantasms that assailed him before fade from his mind and memories like a whisper on the wind.
This continues, Piono laying into him with strike after strike both from himself and his memories. Finally, ender's vision begins to clear. He's taken a lot of heavy hits, but it doesn't seem the attack is over just yet...
One of Piono's arms grabs him and slams into the ground again. "Get up. That may have been some cheap tricks on my part, but you stand up and finish this fight properly." So ender struggles to his feet and they resume.
Back and forth, arms and twisted power of memories (though no longer backed by the phantoms, it seems all of them finally either delivered their payload or were dispersed by ender's own counterattacks) versus the great powers that Ender brings to bear to counter them, Piono somehow always being totally separated from Ender's attacks until he finally lands a solid hit, first on one of Piono's arms (which reforms almost immediately) and finally, after what feels like hours of fighting (though in reality is a good deal less) he slams down right in the center of Piono's core.
The arms fracture as Piono tumbles backwards across the pavement, and he collapses inwards. The arms shattering, with the cracks that streak out from them reaching into the world around them out and backwards until they reach up into the sky and pieces of the world begin to cave in and vanish into nothingness.
Ender scrambles back as the world shatters and breaks around him, an awful wind howling around him and beating him back with a power that feels almost like its threatening to drive his very being to extinction. So he runs.
Diving through the crumbling buildings and crumbling patches of existence, he dives through the chaos and oncoming oblivion towards the only structure that seems to still be standing.
Phantoms and banshees, much like from before during the Piono fight but twisted and enraged, fighting and clawing at both ender and his consciousness, flood the streets and try to tear at him, dragging back towards the darkness in an attempt to tear him apart atom by atom and thought by thought.
Until suddenly, he's at the tower. (I hope he made it to the tower, instagibbing him before I've even gotten through the first portion of the attack would be lame). With the 'world' crumbling behind him he blasts his way through the door and then slams it shut behind him. The storm outside pounds against the walls, but it cannot reach in, and soon all is quiet once more.

He looks upwards, the tower is big, and there seems to be some kind of platforming series on the way up the tower. Fortunately it leaves enough space between them to fly... up.
Ender abruptly realizes that his Player powers are being stifled. He's running on physical might and speed alone, no special upgrades, flight, or anything of the sort right now.
He immediately scrambles for the ladder upwards and climbs up it because he knows that if there's something like that about to happen then there's an additional catch.
Which there is. The floor begins to bubble and roil, until it suddenly just shatters entirely, falling away into an inky abyss that rises up and consumes the dropping pieces. Flashes of power and dark energy flicker throughout it all as it begins to rise, heading up towards ender_smirk's location and leaving him no time to rest as it rises, sending up bubbles and blasts of dark energy that punch holes in the already precarious platforming that ender must do to ascend.
He looks down as he begins his mad dash upwards, and he sees Piono looking up out of it. Piono grins, and then sinks down into it again.

Rise Against the Tide of Darkness
Player Piono, Form 2: Raging Despair

...
It abruptly becomes clear to everyone on the outside of the smashpost that Piono doesn't have any ideas for this bit.
There was gonna be a nifty segment where Ender had to fight off a giant shadow monster symbolizes despair and hopelessness while he did platforming but platforming segments aren't nearly as fun to describe as they are to actually go through.
So like, play this game right here, and then mash it with every single Vex game.
If I knew how to make good games in ludicrously short periods of time, I'd do so and upload it here, but I don't even know how to make good games when I have a lot of time so you'll just have to let your imagination do my work for me.
In the meantime, have some elevator platformer music.
None of these are actually elevator music.
I lied about it being elevator music.
If I'm being totally honest...
It's really just an excuse to give music recommendations.
Better than me wasting 3 hours trying to think up uninspired longpost text though, right?
Nobody wants to read that.
To be honest I don't want to write it.
So instead you get this.
Me stalling you with music recommendations.
Yuuuuup.

Are you done listening to music and imagining what Ender is having to go through?
Nice. Because when I said letting you do your imagination do my work for me I wasn't joking.
I stole the segments of platforming that everyone else imagined while they were going through the previous part, and inserted them as pieces that Endersmirk had to parkour his way through. Every time he falls into the black sludge below it just straight up eats him, triples his damage meter through the use of the multi-hour-long super attack I got bored and canceled out of way back here.
Unfortunately all of those imagination-yoinked platforming segments were taking place during the music spam so we don't actually get to watch it. Sorry, that was a bit of an oversight on my part.
I'd tell you to go file a complaint with the PR Department but I think the plane their offices were housed in got telefragged by the elemental plane of instantly dying when the most recent phase of plane imports began.

Anyways we should probably move on now I think this portion of the fight is almost over. Let's peek back in, shall we?

Ender slowly climbs up out of a hatch in the top of the tower, having finally made it all the way up to the roof. He rolls out on the stone floor and heaves some deep breaths. That climb was not pleasant, and even though his player powers are starting to flow back into him he's still pretty winded. "Should I give you a moment?" Ender affirms this (however he deems appropriate) and Piono waits for him to stand back up, however long it takes him. So much for not pulling any punches I guess. "You're right I lied about that, absolutely. It's not like he's the godmodder or anything I can give him a moment to catch his breath between beatdowns." Fair enough I guess.
Ender finally stands up and turns, but Piono isn't there.
Nothing is.
Atop the tower, he can see nothing. Empty void surrounds the tower's apex on every side upwards. Looking over the side reveals that the angry red clouds from the first segment are still swirling around it, but a good deal further below where he is now. This looks like the perfect place for a boss arena. Ender turns as a sussuration informs him that his adversary has properly formed at the center of the platform.
Piono looks at him, and then suddenly blurs. It's almost as if his visage is overlaid against the void itself, suddenly.
"Between memories and despair not many things continue to move forward, but even those who do will eventually reach an end. Let's see how you deal with things that have long since reached that end."

Void Terminus
Player Piono, Form 3: Conduit of Eternities Past
(Featuring guest writing from ManiacMastR, PitTheAngel, The Nonexistent Tazz, DCCCV, Calibri, Ninjatwist, YV, TFToast, Irecreeper, Gutza, SplitSuns, and Twinbuilder)

A cold wind blows from the depths of the eternities. Harsh, and bitter. A chill that cuts ender down to the soul. Metaphorically (mostly) of course, it isn't actually part of the attack instead being set dressing. The distant past is soon to be recalled, and even as the future dims further and further perhaps a little light can be shed by origins from beyond time and causality. The wind twists and swirls in the center of the arena and the air in the miniature cyclone suddenly blurs, leaving behind a somewhat transparent yet still sinister and threatening figure in a red cloak. They seem demonic in nature, but still radiate player energy... or at least, something similar to it. It doesn't seem to match exactly.
Suddenly, flames burst into being around the edges of the platform, casting shadows in every direction and the figure suddenly leaps into the air, brandishing a massive scythe. The figure motions with the scythe, creating a thousand scythes out of the shadows cast on the ground. Each scythe surrounds Ender_smirk and slices into their legs, crippling them. Then, the shadowed figure himself swoops down, hooking Ender's neck and flings them upwards. A purple portal appears and fires a stream of fire balls, slamming into Ender and launching them away. (thanks to ManiacMastR!)

As Ender flies through the air, they here a mad cackling. They twist in the air to get a look at who, or what, just appeared, but catch the merest glimpse of bloodstained travel clothes and orange hair before the figure is gone.
Suddenly, a wild and rabid pair of Pantaloons appear! Be-heaveled, Be-wared, Be-denim'd and Be-gorillaing-you-up-right-the-gorilla-now, the Pantaloons unleash their deadly zipper-teeth and maulificate [TARGET] with wild abandon!. [TARGET] is almost completely unaffected, but nevertheless takes unkindly to this response, and being a supermarket, they counterattack with a vicious barrage of discounted shirts, evaporating the Pantaloons!
...Oh, right, Ender was also in the crossfire of all of that. [TARGET] clearly doesn't care. (thanks to The Nonexistent Tazz!)

Ender skids to a stop along the edge of the tower as the winds swirl once more. Another figure, some kind of angel, flies above the platform. They too radiate the same not-Player energy that the first figure did, but Ender has no time to analyze it as they immediately launch into an attack.
"I cast Pot of Greed. Pot of Greed allows me to draw two cards from the top of my deck. As both of the cards I just drew were also Pot of Greed, I play both of them as well, drawing four cards. This process continues for a full minute until my hand is full of twenty-four copies of Pot of Greed. As I am not allowed to have over six cards in my hand, I discard 18 cards. The discard pile is directly on top of Ender's face, and all 18 cards are forcibly inserted sharp side first." and so it was written, and so it was. Ender is promptly impaled by 18 pots of greed. (thanks to PitTheAngel!)

Ender staggers forwards, pulling Yu-Gi-Oh cards out of his face parts as the wind swirls yet again. But this time there are no figures in the center. Where...
You kiss the ground. A boom is heard in the distance. A shotgun. The gunman is nowhere to be found.

You notice the sky. It is on fire. Everything is burning. Looming over you, a molochian menace raises their axe, preparing to strike. At the last moment, it splits the ground beneath ypur feet instead, sending you spiralling towards the depths below.

You fall into a workshop unlike any other. Boards upon boards of writing are everywhere, but an empty suit of armour dominates your attention. A weapon stand seems to be missing a blade, but then you find it sprouting from your chest. It sends you elsewhere.

You are now on the beach, a pleasant experience. A creature emerges, towering over the tide. As its fractalline spines glow, it opens it's mouth in your direction. A flash.

You awake in a white space. A single figure stands over you. In stark contrast to the surroundings, they are silhouetted in black, save for their eyes: pale and terrible, twin dwarf stars in an otherwise perfect darkness. Grabbing your neck in one hand, they run a sharpened rod through your chest. (thanks to DCCCV!)

Ender staggers again as reality suddenly lurches back into being 'reality', though the gaping wounds remain on his figure. The next assault in the chain is heralded not by whispering wind, but by a thunderous crash.
A strange, metallic pod crashes down from above right into the center of the stone platform, somehow leaving a crater without actually going into the top of the tower any. It is a simple object without many features of note, covered in scratches, burn marks and patches of dirt from the descent. The only thing preventing it from being so completely unremarkable is a series of faded purple blocks of paint forming the vague shape of a chess piece. As the pod finally opens, the metal door being flung off far into the distance, a giant stone being with the head of a very recruiter horse emerges holding an ornately decorate shield and a massive, stone machete emerges. Enraged beyond any reason, it charges straight across the platform right into Ender_smirk, bashing them with its shield. Its charge ended, it brings down its machete with an overhead strike, attempting to cleave through the target of its arbitrary rage. As it begins its strike, a white and blue crystal falls from its backside, dislodged by the previous collusion.
All it has time to do is bring down the machete before it becomes an inanimate stone statue, frozen in position, and then nothing more than another whisper on the wind. (thanks to YV!)

As Ender pulls themselves back up off the ground, another figure, this one of some kind of young sorceress with an army made of crystal, stands across from them. Before Ender can react they're launched into another attack sequence.
"To Toast, a powerful combo attack on an unfortunate target requires three things. Power, combination, and an unfortunate target. Fortunately for her, she knows exactly how to acquire those things.
She pops down to the local hardware store, and purchases a drill and a small electricity generator to fuel it. After some intense haggling with the cashier she ends up paying 120% of the listed price for each. Truly a master of sales. After an hour or so winding up the generator, she plugs in the drill. She has power. She pulls the "trigger" twice to test it. She now also has the approval of the dad gods.
Next, she needs combination. It dawns on her now that this means needing to go back to the hardware store. After sneaking past security (she really was quite rude in her haggling), she tries looking for the strongest safe in the place. It would have to be hidden in a safe place. The safest place, even. And where would the safest place be but the strongest safe? 'Perfect,' she thinks, 'This train of thought got me nowhere.' The dad gods take pity on her, and decide to use their dad powers over hardware to deposit her in front of the safest safe (which is conveniently also the strongest safe and safest place). She tries to figure out a way to steal the safe, but can't logic out how a safe can be inside itself. So instead, she just steals the security system- she only needed a combination, after all.
Now, her final task. An unfortunate target. Toast doesn't just want to settle with unfortunate, though. She wants to make this target to be the least fortunate target to ever touch this plane of existence. But before she can do the that, she needs the target. She calls the hardware store, putting on the voice of a wealthy eccentric billionaire. She tells them she wants a target. Like one of those circular things people shoot arrows at. She says she'd like to order one. They say they don't have any. She says she'd like to order two. They say they're listening. She says she'll order their entire stock, provided they leave it out the front of the hardware store. They say its a deal. She hangs up without saying goodbye. Because that's just how stone cold she is. She picks up the target from the hardware store, taking on the appearance of a reviled target-stealer. They decide not to mess with her. She then makes the target the least lucky target in this plane of existence. She forces it to break mirrors, pass by black cats, move under ladders, and spill salt without then throwing it behind its shoulder.
And that's it. She sort of pushes the ingredients together, creating a powerful combo attack in the process."
Ender is so confused by this point that when Toast slams into him full force, he is powerless to prevent himself from being hit with the Ultimate Combo Attack (copyright, trademark, and patent of Toast). (Thanks to TFToast!)

Ender bounces and skids across the top of the tower, looking up just in time to see as darkness flickers into being at the center of the platform.
A shadowy portal opens up from the flickering darkness, wide enough for a man to crawl through. Out of this portal climbs a black shadowy figure with a large warlock's cowl draped over his head. The glowing red X-like symbols on his chest and arms mark him as someone not to be trifled with, as does his singular glimmering right eye. However, this figure was summoned here to commit acts of carnage, and that's what he'll do.
The Acolyte's apparition launches a swift pulse from his fingertips, disabling the ender's ability to escape. Then, while advancing menacingly, the apparition fires upon the him from a long burst of deadly dark missile fire from his palm, each missile firing like a rapidly fired machine gun bullet into the ender. As the apparition draws nearer, he suddenly switches from a slow advance into a terrifyingly swift rush, materializing dark needles around himself that propel themselves into ender as he sprints forwards. During the charge, the apparition pulls out a jet-black sword, which he uses to release a smooth trio of sword strikes upon his target, finishing with a strong upwards strike, knocking ender into the air a short distance.
As ender descends, the apparition jams both his hands into the ground, triggering the release of dark spikes from the area above him into the unfortunate Ender_smirk, which knocks him further into the air. The dark apparition readies his sword, ready to strike a mortal blow as ender falls. When they reach the Acolyte's chest level, he hacks at them like a demon with his blade, lethally cleaving through the target.
Another portal opens up beneath the apparition, which he uses to exit as swiftly as he entered.
Ender slams into the ground of the tower's roof and nearly skids over the side, just barely stopping himself early. Something tells them that if he fell off he'd have to go through phase 2 all over again and that's not really something he fancies doing. (Thanks to Ninjatwist!)

He pulls himself back to his feet as the entire top of the tower shudders with the footsteps of the newest, massive wraith of distant nothings. It appears to be some kind of enormous robot or drone.
"...Wait! I don't have anything prepared for this occasion! Give me a second."
The ghostly apparition vanishes. Time seems to stretch on for quite a lot longer than a second as ender waits for the ghostly apparition of Engie to return. Piono, presumably still hovering about somewhere in the surrounding darkness, coughs awkwardly. After about two minutes, which is well over a hundred seconds of time, he reappears, now carrying a strange gun-shaped weapon of some kind that is probably a gun. The only things that are really of note about it are the large canister on the side, and a dial that goes up to eleven...
"Okay, found what I was looking for. Just need to get this thing going, and you'll see something cool."
The apparition of Engie proceeds to crank the dial right up to twelve, despite that not being a setting, then apparently wanders out of view despite there being nowhere for him to go. The gun seems to sit there, the air around it growing gradually colder and colder, the weapon starting to shake and rattle... The apparition returns with a very large cup, decorated with a "#1 BIG GUY" on one side. He sits down nearby to watch the gun for a moment, then gets a look of concern on his... eyes. He doesn't have a proper face to have a concerned expression with, but he at least has eyes.
"...I forgot. I'm a ghost. And don't actually have... a drinky thing."
Beat.
"Well, darn."
And then the gun explodes. A cascade of ice roars out from all sides, coating everything in extremely cold temperatures, shards exploding out and ricocheting off of other ice shards as the abrupt temperature drop triggers a bunch of instabilities all at once. The temperature appears to be so absurdly cold that reality can't process it properly, and so before long, the endless ice cascade and explosions suddenly cease. One might be forgiven for thinking that that's all there is to it. But then... everything turns translucent white in a sense. A blue circle appears in the air, rotating slowly.
As it turns out, things freezing can mean a lot more than just really cold temperatures.
Ender stops for a moment, and realizes that it's a loading symbol just in time for the entire attack sequence to freeze for buffering. (Thanks to Calibri!)

*1 hour of Piono fixing the in-universe wifi later*
Ender suddenly drops out of the buffering, but with his train of thought disrupted, causing him to trip on his own feet and faceplant. He struggles back to his feet and brushes himself off.
A feeling of unease settles over the Ender. Suddenly, a small but heavy object hits them and attaches to them with a click. Upon impact, it powers up, causing the him to feel an unexpected weakness. Ender tries to use their Player Powers to find a solution, but struggles to conjure one. Ender suddenly realizes that the device is somehow reinforcing reality, weakening their ability to warp it. There's only one thing this could be - a Scranton Reality Anchor. Suddenly, an orange-tinted apparition materializes in front of the player.
"You like my toy? Well, I think you'll get acquainted with the others very soon."
The figure then solidifies into a warrior wearing advanced power armor.
Suddenly, the figure materializes an Omniblade and strikes at the Ender, superheated silicon carbide slashing through any armor je possesses. The figure then leaps back and equips a large gun of some sort, connected to her armor with a thick power cable. After aiming it at ender, the figure pulls the trigger, the gun emitting a potent pulsed laser that drills straight through his remaining armor. After a few bursts of pulsed laser fire, the gun ceases firing and deploys heat radiators to vent the built up waste heat from the attack. After the gun has cooled down, the figure activates her suit's flight mode, deploying wings and miniature turbines from its backpack and launching into the air. As the ender struggles to fly up and deal damage to her, the figure makes potshots with her laser weapon at them.
However, this is actually just a diversion meant to prevent ender from noticing the homing beacon that the figure had placed on him when the fight began. Suddenly, it activates, and eight pods crash down from the sky, surrounding ender in a wide circle. They all deploy to reveal full-sized Scranton Reality Anchors, which then take aim at the player, further suppressing their powers.
It is at that point that a retrofuturistic spacecraft emerges from a portal and fires energy bolts at ender. Many quickly recognize the spacecraft as none other than the Planet Express Ship from Futurama. The Planet Express Ship circles ender, using its incredible speed and its ability to take short hops into the 4th dimension to dodge any attempt at counter-attack by him. Finally, the Planet Express Ship rockets away from ender at near lightspeed, only to return and fire two missiles at him before speeding upwards to avoid the blast. The missiles detonate their antimatter warheads, creating a multi-megaton explosion with ender right at the epicenter. After the attack, ender gets to their feet, only to look up and see the Planet Express Ship streaking towards them! The Planet Express Ship performs its final attack, firing an intense beam of pure quantum energy at ender that shreds their very molecular structure. Right before it hits the ground, the Planet Express Ship does a dimensional drift, turning around in the 4th dimension and emerging back above the ground. Finally, the Planet Express Ship fades away, and the original figure is nowhere to be seen as well.
Ender groans, how long are these attacks going to go on. Outsourcing your fighting power is cheap enough without doing it on this kind of scale. (Thanks to Gutza!)

Suddenly, there's a crackle of red light and searing heat, and Ender whirls around to see, yup, yet another figure standing at the center of the tower's apex preparing to beat the crap out of him.
The flickering apparition, a white skinned warrior in a red hoodie with lime green sunglasses, having been freshly summoned from the dead, notices the first thing wrong with his ghastly getup: his glasses have slid too far down his nose. With a wicked grin, the ghost tilts his head downwards and expertly performs a LV. 10 GLASSESTECH MANEUVER: SISYPHEAN PUSH. The unparalleled quantity of anime power contained in that single gesture is turned into potential energy, causing the very molecules of air around him to vibrate with excitement and a rumble to snake its way through the ground. Quickly raising his head all the way up until he's leering downwards at his target, a sneer slowly builds across the figure's face as a low growl escapes through his clenched teeth.
"Pathetic."
A shockwave erupts across the battlefield as the potential energy from the figure's glasses push immediately turns into kinetic energy, a dynamo of memetic malice cracking the earth and superheating individual air particles until their bonds break and fire erupts out of nothingness. Ender is helplessly paralyzed, their bones locking and muscles softening to jelly as they quake at the might demonstrated not even from an attack, but from the latest apparition's opening appearance. They rack their brain, playing and replaying countless scenarios in their head to predict just where the apparition will go from here (and hopefully launch a counterattack in response). But try as they might, his expression proves inscrutable, his body at an almost perfect standstill as he looms in the air. They can't get a good read on his body language through the smokescreen of his glasses. The target is crippled by indecision; the ghost's fortified lattice of meme magic has proven impenetrable. They fall to their knees and slump over on the ground, exhausted at their wasted effort.
The figure then casually floats back down on the ground and walks over to his target while whistling an unfamiliar tune. He rummages through his jacket pockets, pulling out 39 cents of spare change, a pencil, a chainsaw, and a Christmas tree before finally finding what he was looking for: a set of acupuncture needles. Having made his way to the target's back, he cracks his knuckles, steadies his breathing, and begins his first acupuncture session. Sensing that he had startled the poor soul too severely, he figured there was no better way to make it up to them than by relieving their stress in some way! Unfortunately for the target, he had never attempted acupuncture before in his life and was flying completely blind. Instead of inserting needles into places guaranteed to inflict stress, through sheer luck Split managed to place every needle in his set into spots that would inflict the most possible pain on their victim. Interpreting the target's cries of terror as tears of happiness at their newfound cure, the figure considers his work done and walks off into the sunset.
Picking himself up through the pain and confusion at the brief appearance of a sunset despite none of the other apparitions getting a proper exit animation, ender readies himself for the next attack. (Thanks to Splitsuns!)

Suddenly the air crackles with chaotic energy. Ender panics for a moment as entropic power ripples through the sky, fearing that somehow Piono had resummoned Go An Na, but relaxes for the briefest moment as he sees the source to instead be some kind of giant... eldritch... butterfly.
The Butterfly stares down upon its prey below. How pitiful the creature is, compared to its magnificent splendour! Or at least, that's what the Butterfly thinks. With a flap of the wings, the wheel of fate turns, the scales of life tip, and the hand crank of time and space... cranks. For the Chaos Butterfly has unleashed its magnificent, unpredictable power in the form of a paradox roll! (wait don't those not work anymore "SHHHH let him do his attack!") The entire universe lies at the mercy of this roll! The dice of the galaxy roll and tumble, and...
(3405)
...While this would be considered a bad roll for most people, the Chaos Butterfly has always been able to extract good fortune from rolls even as bad as a (100). Such are the perks of being a creature made of pure Chaos! It stretches its eyestem in preparation for attack- kind of like stretching, except for a gigantic horrific cyclopean butterfly. Except, its stem never really seems to stop stretching. In fact, it's stretching at an incredible rate! The eye of the Chaos Butterfly swerves down towards Ender! As it nears the foe, a pulsar of crimson liquid and vibrant energy rips out of the eyeball as it rips itself in two, revealing a gigantic maw of entropic devastation! The eye slams into the unfortunate Ender_Smirk, ripping out a chunk of him as it comes by. The constantly expanding stem provides enough propulsion for it to turn on a dime, and rip out another chunk of the target! This goes on for quite some time, multiple chunks of Ender being ripped out and wasted, because the Butterfly doesn't quite like its taste.
Eventually, the eyestem suddenly contracts, wrapping itself around Ender! He's strangulated by the twisted flesh! However, in a messy fashion, the eyeball of the Butterfly suddenly tears from the stem, rolling a short distance away from the Ender. While one might think that the Butterfly has just blinded itself, the problem is immediately remedied by the eyeball floating back up to the Butterfly, growing a new stem, and replacing the now eyeless stem with the stem it just grew. The now-disconnected stem suddenly takes on a will of its own, and attempts to tangle itself around ender even more, before suddenly contracting even tighter than before! This also has the added benefits of completely immobilizing ender. Leaving him open to an otherwise incredibly telegraphed attack- Second Directive!
The Butterfly's eyeball suddenly seals up, and charges up an incredible amount of energy! This energy is unleashed in a torrential beam, which tears clean through ender, giving them a major case of total vaporization. Satisfied with its handiwork, the ghostly apparition goes to take off and leave the platform... before it completely disappears. (Thanks to Irecreeper!)

Ender falls over, gasping for breath (after having your lungs constricted and then vaporized, you'd have a hard time breathing too, don't try to deny it) as slow and steady footsteps approach towards him. Ender looks up to see a sneering face with a scar across its right eye looking down at him. Ender pales, the energy doesn't match exactly but if most of the previous apparitions' action compared to energy signature is anything to go by... who or whatever this is... they're a godmodder.
Before Ender can move out of the way the figure's hand lashes out and wraps around Ender's throat, ripping him off the ground and tossing him through the air towards the other side of the platform. They whip out an enormous black hammer, and then throw it. The hammer slams into Ender as it spins, pushing him further out, out past the precipice of the tower, before it boomerangs back in to the one who threw it and taking Ender along with. The figure uppercuts with their mechanical arm, cobalt blue fire wrapping around it and blasting Ender upwards on a geyser of searing flame that latches onto him and slams him into the ground.
"To think I was called here to fight such a pathetic excuse for a Descendant..."
The figure turns around, beginning to walk away. Before Ender can stand up though an enormous mechanical fist slams into him, crushing him against the stone before launching him up into the air. He gets a look at the enormous towering robot, some kind of zombie giant, before an enormous stream of water slams into him and launches him away in a powerful deluge rivaling and even surpassing that of the horrifyingly strong spray Piono once unleashed with his own powers against the True Darkshard. Ender has no time to react as another blast slams into him, sending him flying once more as necrotic energies wrack his being and sending him up into the open maw of a mighty black and purple dragon that smashes its mouth shut before spitting him back out onto the center of the tower (before his skids along its surface a bit more of course.)
The four enormous mechanical beasts curl up on themselves as Ender watches, forming into enormous spheres of metal and crackling power, before slamming into him in enormous crashes of dark fire, pounding water, necrotic energy, and pure force, leaving him flat against the somehow still undamaged spire's top.
Ender looks up, and suddenly sees what was once black void around him is instead filled with scores upon scores of spaceships, bristling with guns, all trained on him. "While I'm here, I suppose I might as well do my best. A god should never deal in half measures, after all." They open fire, a deluge of every kind of weaponry imaginable from fire and ice to crackling lightning that flows through reality itself to beams of energy that sear Ender's very being and nature from his bones. He staggers upwards as the ships disappear and their barrage draws to a close only to see the figure floating over him, smiling cruelly, with an enormous superlaser held in his hands. He flicks it upwards and a wave of pure destruction engulfs the entire platform, before he slams it down onto Ender, creating a cataclysmic explosion that could be heard from other planets had it been used elsewhere.
Ender rises to his feet once more. Battered but not yet beaten. It can't get worse than this, can it? (Thanks to... me! I wrote this part!)

The flickering fires and settling dust immediately and suddenly dies off, with no prior warning. In fact, it seemed as though everything had. No one, no thing, not a single atom, dared to move. There was total stillness — and then the trumpets began to call. A set of nine blaring horns ringing from an unknown corner, and accompanying them, one piercing, radiant set of sunbeams, despite the lack of an accompanying sun.
Trailing down from the heavens, suspended in this luminescence, was a literally angelic figure, covered in robes awash in a gradient from the color of a pale sky at high noon to a brilliant ultramarine. A pair of feathered wings slowed their descent, and pearly white hands poked out from their long, flowing sleeves. A swaying, multifaceted pendant was slung around where their neck should have been, with a floating, similarly white pyramid set in the spot of their head. Whoever this figure was, they seemed to be a Serif, come from the annals of Heaven itself — an emissary of the most holy entity in any possible existence, though not the real deal.
Unfortunately for their Ender, this did not make the Serif any slouch in combat. Touching down to the ground, his hands suddenly crossed. An arch of nine symbols, familiar to anyone who dabbled in a very particular brand of the occult, blinked into being around him, with each one lighting up in sequence and launching a corresponding volley at the target. Of course, by this point they had recognized the danger crackling around every point in the arena and tried to run from the Serif. At least, they WOULD have, had they not felt chained to the spot in a very metaphysical sense, as though their essence was being controlled, locked in the hands of an incredibly angry god.
The first symbol shot a serpentine tendril of bubbling, slithering ink, constricting ender and choking his every thought with unbound knowledge. Every conceivable word, symbol, and glyph raced through their mind, their blood running black and spilling out of their mouth. The second symbol shot a serpentine tendril of corrupted, pixelated chunks, spiraling outward into a shockwave that tore through the very earth. The ground shuddered and collapsed, blinking through the soil of thousands of universes simultaneously, and ender undergoing a similar transmutation, as though they were suddenly completely unsure of what plane of existence they were even on. The third symbol shot a serpentine tendril of blinding light and deafening sound, intertwining and converging on the target. Every possible spectrum of light — the ubiquitous visible rainbow, the boiling infrared, the cancerous ultraviolet, and everything in every direction — and every possible sound — the ringing in one's ears, the downpour of metallic rain, the castrophany of fire coming out of a monkey's head, and everything in every direction — collided with ender, turning his entire world into one of color and mayhem.
The fourth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of jagged, reflective crystal, sharpened with one billion edges each, that tore through ender as though he was barely even there at all. If anyone had been able to watch, they would have seen, extending throughout any possible horizon, an infinitude of copies of ender and the crystal snake engaged in their dance, repeated at every and any point in time. An eternity of torture, compressed into a single moment. The fifth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of scalding fuchsia flame, choking the very air around ender and burning away at the earth, cinders dancing in the void. The flame refined itself, splitting and sectioning into a conflagration of weaponry: swords and rifles, chainsaws and railguns, brass knuckles and grand pianos, and anything else that could wage war. At once, an unseen command was given to, well, fire. And so they did. The sixth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of pitch-black stone, keening and scraping, folding in on itself, menacing not just ender, but the whole of the arena with its presence. Gradually growing in form and scope, the tendril tumulted into a tower of stone, precariously hovering over ender. Then, with no fanfare, it unceremoniously toppled to the ground, absolutely crushing him, fragmenting the sky and the earth into monochrome tones, pitching the whole of existence between life and death.
The seventh symbol shot a serpentine tendril of brilliant stained light, evocative of the very same sunbeam the Serif rode down upon. The halo flowed through ender, washing everything in the peace and care of a higher power. Yet, as though a switch had been flicked, the beam fell into a chain of burning brimstone, a demonic laser of blood that roared like a lion, shackling ender with his own sin. The eighth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of an ice chilled to its foundations that flickered with white-hot flame. The temperature of the entire arena seized, stuck between an approximate of absolute zero and the interior of a star. Ender's skin was rent thousands of times over, peeling into ash yet freezing all the same. The ninth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of interlocking golden geometry, grabbing at the corners of ender's form in too many places to count. Again, acting at an unseen command, they all pulled at once, stretching ender not into pieces, but through existence, unfolding their body into the twentieth spatial dimension. Unable to handle the stress, his form splintered and cracked, falling into the cracks of spacetime and never to be recovered. Burning clear and true, and pulsing with the flame of life itself, was ender's soul.
Moving through the carnage, the Serif had no words, and no thoughts. Only the word of god coursed through its veins. Placed in front of their pyramidal head, a tenth symbol blinked into being. The Serif's right hand surged with a hallowed, kaleidoscopic flame. Reeling back their body, they let loose a single punch, extinguishing the ender's soul with a thunderclap that rocked the arena out of its stupor and issued forth a cloud of smoke, ash, and the power of divinity. (Thanks to Twinbuilder!)

Ender sank to the ground, smoking from every orifice in his body. And most of the other places too. He looked up as Piono floated down from the darkness, materializing from the wind much as the various apparitions did except to full solidity. Still trying to not be dead, Ender doesn't even realize that the final, greatest attack was finally too much for the top of the tower, which has caved in in many places, and is slowly disintegrating and crumbling from the center outwards.
Piono grins down at Ender. "Had enough yet?"

If ender taps out, everything disintegrates and he finds himself standing outside the 'out of bounds' portion of the arena, immediately losing.
That won't happen but I figured I'd offer it if he needed.
And since I already know he won't take the easy out, Piono instead smiles wickedly, and all of reality suddenly seems to shatter.

Spin the Wheel of Chaos
Player Piono, Form 4: Harbinger of Mayhem



...
There was something here before...
But there isn't now.
It's kind of sad, isn't it?
How ideas and dreams can all come crashing down when faced with the cold hard truth of reality.
Some people get hit harder by this than others.
Because it doesn't really mean much, if the dream you were chasing was nothing more than an illusion.
Of course, this fight doesn't matter much either...
Who wins, who loses...
It's all a blur in the tides of war.
All that matters now, is whether or not they will see it through to the end.
Of course...
I suppose the real question is whether that was up in the air in the first place.

Of course, don't listen to me of all people. I'm not him, either of him. Any of the 'hims', really...
I'm just here because I realized I've wasted too much time on the attack already besides.
And after all...
He CAN DO ANYTHING, right?
=D =)

The Greatest Show of All
Player Piono, Form 5: Final Blaze of Glory

Ender staggers backwards, as he crumples onto the final platform with the destruction of the last one in Piono's Final Chaos.
The air no longer crackles with freedom, and the world is no longer spinning, spinning...
Piono looks rather exhausted, even.
But that can't be it just yet, another song just started. From the looks of things it's the last one though, ender just needs to hold out a little longer.

Piono crackles with energy, and lifts his arms forwards. "I think it's time I went out with a bang."
He pulls his arms in and energy from everything within the flickering void of psychedelic final boss battle chaos spirals inwards into his chest. He suddenly swells with size, and begins radiating an immense amount of power.
"It's about time you saw what I can do when I REALLY put my mind to it."
He pulses his arms forwards an

...what?
...
Well GORILLA the interface crashed again. I guess we didn't budget our camera durability high enough for that final attack.
Guess we'll need to plan things a bit better next time.

Ender crashes into the ground of the Arena. He's not looking so hot... None of those attacks were particularly nice, even before the interface screw and not actually getting them properly described kicked in, but the last few were downright BRUTAL.
I mean, going through the full metacausal implications of the erasure of reality and meaning itself then slapping Ender into the next BC by turning those powers into the physical manifestation of slapstick comedy and beating him about the head and shoulders with it was probably a bit overkill, to say nothing of what he did AFTER.
Anyways, Ender's probably dead, but thanks to the rules of the game he'll get better. That's good, insta-gibbing a team mate like that is considered rude in most cultures.
Piono stands ready for Ender's response.



*It occurs to you that Piono copped out of nearly 80% of his own super attack.
*You feel like you should ask for your money back, even though you didn't pay him.Wait... where's the third Piono?
(Also thanks to Twinbuilder for letting me use the connection lost gif. I totally yoinked it from Ephemeralquest like the coward I am.)

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Attacks against Dangan_Machin and Ender_Smirk locked in!

Karpinsky was doing quite well with their Tunnel-Boring-Machine themed ride but a proper Mine Theme Park needs more than one ride! Concessions, gift shops, restaurants, and everything else required to get money off of the visitors...and I guess other attractions too.

Building around the existing ride, I begin with the classics. A large, mountain themed rollercoaster, a climbing wall, and a mine themed rollercoaster. A few additional rides to help decrease the lines on the main attraction.

Next I add the supporting locations. Tons of bathrooms, various fast food restaurants, and a scattered few gift shops. Keeping the mining theme was difficult but with enough supernatural charisma even the mighty McDonalds yielded to the theme change.

Finally, I handle advertisements to attract both workers and tourists. It's really amazing how many posters you can get put up across the mining town and beyond with semi trucks and kids. Just a few twenty dollar bills each and they'll put up those posters you gave them everywhere. (x3)

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Without absurdly overpriced concession stands, can you even call yourself a theme park? Of course not.

THEME PARK COMPLETE! An amazing 50 new people migrate into the Desperate Dice Village! The Desperate Dice Village is now the THRIVING Dice Village! Mining efficiency massively increases!

Rip me. Well, now that I've died, I go ahead and start making powerful entities for the fight against the Godmodder. (If I can't do that I help in the mine.) I create a suit of Living Armor, it has more health than damage, due to it being, well, a suit of armor. But it still has a greatsword, which can still do a large amount of damage.

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You create a suit of Living Armor! But, once the Sphere is destroyed, it will collapse...

3x Using the #1 DEADLIEST Breaching technique called the Spider from the The 10 DEADLIEST Special Ops Tactics! Guide that is only I have.
A bunch of soldiers piggy piggy backing eachother are strapped together to form a deadly murdering killing machine.

Maximum surprise on the Godmodder!

Once my fellow players and soldiers distract the Godmodder, I throw in flashbangs right behind our players+soldiers. Only the Godmodder will be blinded by the flashbangs.

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Your piggy piggy soldiers charge forward, and you throw flashbangs right towards the door! This will take effect along with The_Quiet_Watcher's action at the beginning of the turn!

x3 Action:
Eyowe presses X to doubt in attacking the Godmodder now and instead continues mining. This time with his feet to show y'all how it's done.

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You MINE, easily digging up the remaining 50m with the motivation of a theme park! You hit the 500m mark, and see it there, buried in the ground... the very final die, number 10!

You pick it up, and, cheering with the rest of the miners, bring it to the surface! Now, the Player Power Cascader is COMPLETE!

Player Power Cascader acquired! It can be used on one attack to boost that attack's power! 10 dice will roll a random number from 1-10, and multiply the attack's strength by that much!

It's been added to the main Player inventory. It can't help you in the Sphere, but surely it can find a use outside of the Sphere!

With a wave goodbye, you leave behind the miners. Now that the mine is tapped out, they will all lose their jobs. With no mine, the town will have nothing to offer at all, and before long it will be an economically empty ghost town once again. Ah well. Nothing lasts forever.

I Throw the word Creative at the Godmodder.

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You hurl the word Creative in the Godmodder's direction, which happens to be through the shimmering door! This will take effect along with everything else at the end of the turn!

(x3)I overhear the Music in the Arena,huh,they are really going at it aren't they ?? unfortunately,I already gave my Music Ball Away to some other Paradox Shard somewhere else.Instead,I gaze at the rock levels beneath the Drill and will it to be softer,weaker,easier for the Miners and the Machinery to work through the Softer Rock, it's not even that hard, much for like Cobblestone now....

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The mine is tapped out! You get 3 CP instead.

1. I climb on one of my drone and fly well above the arena making myself almost untouchable
2. I use the other drone and make him use the attack/plan G20

Attack G20 : The drone unleashes a large amount of deadly gas which fill the entire arena if the deadly gas can't kill the ennemy/ennemies, the drone self-destruct. OH WAIT, this I mention the gas was highly explosive/flammable ?

3. And to finish whatever has survived my attack I ask my god (the RNG god) to attack and roll the dice (d100) and hope for the best.

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Attack locked in!

The writer's meta-senses are tingling. There is no way the Godmodder is unprepared. Of course, then again, the only other option is the mine, and, with the current player power, that's probably already done. Hmm... Walk into the trap it is.
Action 1: The black box sways side to side like a mirage. It begins to turn transparent, yet reveals nothing. The box finally disappears, leaving nothing but the wind in its wake. Of course, that's just in the arbitrary spot that the box is currently at. Right outside of the shimmering door, an un-moving skeleton falls to the floor. The skeleton seems to be reasonably natural, having cobwebs all over, broken bones, and a general lack of structure. Then, in the short moments after the GM groans at the use of necromancy, the cobwebs slowly rise from the ground. Somehow, this also moves the skeleton upwards. The skeleton rotates and ends up looking like it is standing up. The skeleton then starts to move as if it is casually walking forwards. As it shakes about in an exaggerated casual walk, the cobwebs start to unravel, changing from a well tied net to various strings swinging this way and that. The strings almost seem to be in conflict with one another. A group try to move one way, another tries to move the next. It's all strange and discombobulated. Finally, the strings seem to agree and they all start to head towards the shimmering door. As the skeleton walks through the open doorway, its head twists around, looking at just about everything.
The head finally locks onto the Godmodder and its jaw drops. It walks towards the Godmodder with its jaw hanging wide. About half way through the room, the skeleton stops. Its left hand grabs at one of its ribs and breaks it off. Oo, that's gonna leave a mark. It throws the rib at the Godmodder and... misses. The Godmodder doesn't even notice. It grabs another rib and throws it at the Godmodder. It misses again. It does this over and over and over again and finally hits the Godmodder in the back of the head with its last rib. Unfortunately, that rib disintegrates on contact, and just sprinkles some bone dust on it. The Godmodder finally takes the time to notice the skeleton, is mildly amused by its gaping mouth filled with fear, and smiles. The skeleton then seems to realize its jaw is close to being unhinged and snaps it shut. It then grabs its leg, tears it off, and hops towards the Godmodder. It waves the leg around like crazy, obviously revealing what it's about to do. Once it finally reaches the Godmodder, it attempts to whack the Godmodder with its leg. Unfortunately, the Godmodder is excessively prepared and grabs the skeleton's arm and breaks it off. The skeleton seems annoyed. It uses its other arm to grab its other leg and tries again. It fails again. Then, the skeleton realizes that it needs legs to stand and falls to the ground. The Godmodder stares at the skeleton, confused. Where was the attack? The Godmodder kicks the skull, almost annoyed at how bad that attempt was. However, the skull doesn't just fly across the room and out the door. Instead, it swings in a circular motion and ends up hitting the Godmodder in the back of the head. Oh, there was the attack. The Godmodder turns around and looks at the skull, its jaw wide open.
Action 2: Spiders. Whoops, wrong spot. As the Godmodder examines the skull, small strings slowly rise from the mouth. The Godmodder cuts at these, ready for the attack. More strings rise. More get chopped down. However, as the Godmodder cuts down the strings in front of him, he fails to see the spiders that are hanging on strings behind him. The spiders swarm the Godmodder and bite him. Of course, spiders are repetitive. Especially spider venom. And probably spider poison. And spider webs. And maybe even SPIDER FIRE. So, of course, these spiders need something new, something exciting, something that isn't combining to form Voltron. As the spiders bit at the Godmodder's back, they taste the Godmodder's flesh. And, unfortunately, it tastes disgusting. Just horrible. It's times like this when one just wants a meal made by Senior Chef. Those are always good. The spiders chew up the Godmodder flesh and spit it back out. That's right, the spiders are attacking the Godmodder with chewed up flesh. Of course, chewed up flesh isn't exciting enough. Now is when we form Voltron. As the flesh spreads on the Godmodder's back, the spiders start spewing webs on the flesh. This web Godmodder flesh mix creates a sort of net on the Godmodder. Unfortunately, even this doesn't do anything. It needs MORE.
By this point the Godmodder has realized that there are spiders on its back and has started to cut the strings of everything around. No spiders shall remain. None. However, what he never noticed was the first rib bone that was thrown. It is still there, completely intact. A cobwebby string attaches itself to the rib and sort of flings it at the Godmodder. It hits the Godmodder's back and bounces off. While this act may seem futile, it yields high reward, as the net gets caught on the bouncing rib and ends up wrapped around it. The netted rib hits a random wall and bounces back at the Godmodder. The rib hits the Godmodder hard. And, using the principle of diamond cuts diamond, Godmodder flesh cuts Godmodder flesh, the rib has some chance of doing something.
Action 3: Spiders. Yes, that was right. Dead spider corpses lay everywhere. As the Godmodder deals with the rib that just flew at it, another being mourns the loss of its children. A scream echoes through the room. The head of a gigantic spider appears in the middle of the room. The Godmodder finally dislodges the rib and looks up at the spider head. "You killed my BABIES!" the head screams. Before the Godmodder can even think, eight giant spider limbs fly at him and impale him. Just as quickly as they came, the limbs retract, circling around the spider head. The Godmodder seems unhurt, but fails to notice the eight strands of web sticking out of him. "I am the puppeteer. You the PUPPET!" The eight spider limbs all fly off in different directions, pulling the eight web strands apart. The Godmodder is filled with agony and quickly tries to cut the strands. However, as he tries to hit the strands, his hands simply pass through them. "A puppet cannot cut its STRINGS!" The eight limbs pull at the Godmodder even more, moving closer and closer to tearing him into eight distinct pieces. As he feels these eight distinct pulls, he realizes that he just has to destroy the arms. He quickly shoots eight lasers out at the arms, hitting exactly seven arms and a head. Seven strands fall to the ground and the head slowly floats down. "I- will not- let- you-" The only remaining limb begins to spin around in the air. It pulls at the strand with all the spider has left and flings the Godmodder across the room. It flips itself the other way and launches the Godmodder the other way. It then seems to settle on that side of the room and sends waves through the web, throwing the Godmodder up and then down to the ground. It does this two more times and then swings itself the other way, throwing the Godmodder off in some random direction. The strand disappears and the arms fade. "You- won't- win." The giant head falls to the ground, but then just fades, allowing the black box to appear where the head was.

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Attack launched!

As Alastair and his Heartless stared each other down, the air grew thick with tension. Perhaps there could have been another turn, to ensure the stability of the ritual and ensure it was complete. Perhaps another solution could have been found had things not gone so horribly wrong. But they were ready. They were eager to fight.

And that's when Straixala ran to them, eyes widened with terror. He didn't know why his feet moved the way they do, but he knew he had to let his other selves know. He had to do so now.

...I am so sorry Straixala.

As Straixala reached them, the two were already trading an initial volley of blows, each one probing the strength and reflexes of the other. With the damage cap reached by the playerbase, the mere shockwaves were rattling 'The Wall'. Not enough to do anything, but it was a testament to how far the Players had come.

When they broke, Straixala tied them both with the Chain of Memories.

"Stop!" Cried Staixala. "Stop! Stop! Something is deeply wrong! I need to show you something!"

The two were eager to trade blow again, but the Heartless-like thing and his Light counterpart agreed to look at what Straixala had to show them. When they witnessed the events, they were confused at first. This is what they did on the battlefield, right? This was their history once they became Players. Why should they watch?

Then, once he got to the last known memory, Straixala began to rewind the memories. Back, farther and farther. Eventually they reached their entrance into the fight again.

And then it went back further to show that they were not native to the world. At once the two began to shout and scream.

"WHAT IS THIS TRICKERY!?" The Seeker of Darkness strained against the Chains he was wrapped in. "WHAT IS THIS? WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING!?"

"No. nononononononononono..." The Light Filled Alastair gripped his head in empty shock. "You mean- then what of? I thought that all Players came from this world! This reality!"

Then Straixala showed them the events that happened after they fell to the Darkness of Despair. It went on to show their comrades fighting, going on the sidequest, and then… it stopped. No more could be reached. Then Another Chain, one representing this Godmodder fight. Immediately they could tell something was wrong.

"Wait, that's not the same Godmodder!" Alastair cried out, the illusion on his eyes shattered. "We.. What!?"

As the Chain went on, there was no hide nor hair nor memory of their original, whole self. Not until…

"The Soul Jail..." The Seeker of Darkness murmured. "We were still lamenting our failure… but we didn't exist here until we showed up in the Soul Jail."

"What is going on? What happened!? How did we go from the fighting the other Godmodder… to here?"

"Better Question - How do we know this is real?" The Seeker of Darkness growled. "We learned the hard way that our history here meant nothing. How do we know your 'Chain of Memories' isn't corrupted too by our powers!?"

"Summon your Keyblade." Straixala said simply. "Then you'll know it to be true."

The Seeker of Darkness laughed mockingly. Of course they couldn't. Such things could not have existed, and even if they did, they would have the same power and feeling as everything else, because their powers could make a fake easily! This was not going to work.

And yet, the instant Alastair reached out and the Kingdom Key appeared in his hands, the Heartless stopped cold. That wasn't Player Power. At the very least, that wasn't MADE with Player Power as this universe knew it. SUmmoned here by it, maybe, but deep down…

The Seeker of Darkness reached forth. He recalled the vow made. The Despair torn from his Heart to turn that Kingdom Key into something greater.

The Dark Wrecker answered his call, as if it had never left.

The Seeker of Darkness… What else could he do but laugh?

He laughed as he swung the Dark Wrecker down.

He laughed as he batted his Light counterpart aside.

He laughed as he plunged the Dark Wrecker into Straixala's Heart.

He laughed as his counterpart fused with Straixala to prevent the worst, finally reaching enough personal power to match the Seeker of Darkness.


He laughed as his Light counterpart, face lit up in unending, Righteous fury, attacked him.

He laughed as he felt the Kingdom Key dig its way into his brain.


He laughed as he reminded his counterpart of how Vanitas and Ventus fused.


He laughed as the two forms became one.

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In the Stations of Awakening, where the Heart dwells…

A Light fills up a platform of glass and color. On it is a figure in white and black robes, eyes closed in quiet contemplation. Unlike most Stations, there is little in decoration.

Surrounding it, though, is the Chain of Memories in their true form. Links of massive pictures, moving to the beat of the past.

Alastair oriented himself. He looked about, calmly taking in his surroundings. Then, he saw a memory before him. One of… himself, talking to no one?




Alastair… He…

...Alastair. It's been a long time. I think it's time for us to end this farce, and face things together. But first…

Alastair sees Straixala! With him… is the Light Shard of Hope, filled to the brim. They merge into one, Alastair understands. The memory of when we separated… it fades to reveal a stained glass stairway. He walks it, a feeling of dread in his heart.


(This next section is pretty long and symbolic of how I see the various aspects of Light and Darkness, as I've outlined them, in myself. Most of it isn't relevant, but there are four stations that contain lore for different games.

Use Cntrl+F and search…

"Darkness Shard of Pride" to find Ansem, Seeker of Darkness, who is a fledgling hero of Thymium...

For His Guardian, search for the "Darkness Shard of Death".

For the GM of Damage Sponge, Search for the "Darkness Shard of Envy".

For the Sponge that took over in Brawl, search for the "Darkness Shard of Gluttony".

To skip this section entirely for the really important part, search "The Station of Sorrow".)


He finally makes it to my Station. Well, one of my Stations. The me from the prison was born from hope… and from fear. The stained glass is of us in the prison uniform, bars surrounding a depiction of our Heart. Around us are various people. Morpheus, Cybil, The automatons, the Guardians of our MIND…

Those same bars rise up again. Locks without keys on all of them. Alastair knows what to do. He raises his keyblade and a burst of Light comes forth, unlocking them all.

The platform is covered in Darkness. From it arises a version of me from the Prison, along with the Darkness Shard of Fear. They merge, then shoot off into the distance, leaving a trail of Stained Glass steps in their wake. Alastair follows them.

The next Station is of the past, before the break, and of now, when the Prince of Liars fought the Godmodder and lost. Our feats of fighting and screwing them over displayed in jagged lines, almost like the platform was broken and reformed. The body and the Darkness Shard of Wrath were already there, already fused, and it too shoots away, a sloping trail of glass in its wake.

This platform was of a deep past. Robed in holy garb, there are images more commonly associated with the stained glass. The Cross. The Bible. The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. An empty orb rises from the glass where the Heart should be.

Alastair fills it dutifully with Holy, and the Light Shard of Faith and a very, very young version of himself fuse with each other, then him. This time, there are no stairs… But Alastair walks anyway, stepping off the platform where the Right Hand of God was, and falls into Darkness.

He lands on a platform with a sleeping version of ourself. Surrounding us are strange depictions. A World of Transport. A World of Heroic Sports. A world where a shinobi and a bounty Hunter are Aunt and Nephew, finding family in each other. A world where a young Pokemon gets granted a dear wish.

All these and more are scattered across the visage of the Stained glass. Alastair puzzles for a moment, then casts the spell of Clear upon the glass. Briefly the Darkness Shard of Sloth and the indistinct body fusing flash across the vision, but now the Stained glass is different.

Grand designs etc every corner of the Stained glass. More worlds to be built. Games of great design and Renown crammed into every inch of the surface. And for once, there is a statue on top of its center, depicting a visage of the future.

Alastair climbs it, to find that it is impossibly tall. But he continues, and finds at the top the Darkness Shard of Ambition and a future self, fusing and shooting upwards into the unseen darkness above. He walks along to the edge of the hand, which detaches and lifts him up into that same Darkness.

When he arrives and steps off at the next station, one might assume it was the same. More designs, more visions. But there are softer ideas in this one. A smiling family, similar to his fake backstory but so very different. So much more real. A pair of friends, smiling, safe and sound. A happier us.

But Darkness covers the Stained glass. It's not Heartless that appear. It's the Unversed, spawn from the darker half, created from fledgling, independant emotions. They can be resummoned endlessly upon defeat. But for now, once is enough. The Kingdom Key is summoned, and the Darkness banished. The Light Shard of Love and a different version of our future is fused.

Alastair continues onward, Love lighting the way. He finds a platform, but he cannot see if for all of the stuff on it. Games, game systems, legendary weapons of all sorts. Alastair sweeps it away with an Aero, and finds a custom Avatar of himself. One he has made several times in games. It fuses with the Darkness Shard of Greed and flies away.

He finds, buried behind the stuff, was the wall of the next station. Using the Kingdom Key, he scales it. He reaches the top, covered in sweat. But something worse awaited him.

A depiction of his worst moment. When he spewed forth hate in a place of sanctuary. The Darkness of the Platform tries to seize him. It spreads, and soon the platform itself is Darkness, and he is dragged down.

He doesn't fight it. And I don't know if he should either. But something in both of us realize… we can't let this define us.

The Kingdom Key is thrown into the air, but instead of the Key being summoned back to the owner, the owner summons himself to the Key. He then fires a beam of Unlocking, and the Darkness is freed from its own quagmire. Also freed is another young version of me, and the Darkness Shard of Disgust.

Underneath the now vanished Station was replaced with one depicting a paladin. And a kid in a running for Cancer shirt. And a couple more, of different ages, wearing ribbons of all colors, bearing none of them for himself. But something seemed cracked. Broken.

In the center was a grand bowl, with some kindlin in its center. With it lit properly, the Light would reform this station, making its visage not be so hollow and self praising. Fire was cast, and from the bonfire that emerged, the Light Shard of Righteousness and the version of himself wearing that running for cancer shirt emerged and was absorbed.

However, the Platform became too Light, and Alastair fell through it into our Darkness. He landed on the shadow underneath it that caused the distortions. Depictions of power were prominent, sure, but words were etched along this one, hinting at the subtle nature.


'I should be better than this.'

'I could have done that, but I didn't.'

'I knew the answer, I just couldn't remember.'


From the Stained glass rose… not himself. And yet himself from a world where Thyme is a terrifying word.

"I know not who you are," said Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. "But you are naught but a pebble on the road to my greatness. An obstacle."

Alastair held the Kingdom Key up high.

"Very well then."

Alastair ducked under the single sawblade of Darkness launched from Ansem's own hand, and suddenly his visage seemed to shift. He was wearing a Suit, like one would wear to a formal setting. On his head was a circlet filled with the power of sleep, upon his chest was a strange symbol, around his neck was a scarf steeped in blood, and in his hand was a wicked, demonic looking spear.

It mattered not. His numbers were weak and an existence both old and new. Alastair swung his Keyblade, and when Ansem fell, so appeared and fused with him the Darkness Shard of Pride.

"So… that is why I am here. To create that blade once more. " he looked up. "A shame. And here I thought I had been given a new lease on life."

Alastair considered it. But I did not. Even as he went into the Darkness, I bound to him a CP of power. One more would be needed.

As he walked, I intervened. Guiding his steps, he came upon a Station that shuddered under its own weight. Too many images. A broken heart in the center.

The version of us that fell into despair and ended up in the Jail… the one who tried to overcome it and made the Dark Wrecker. He stepped forth.

Without a word, keyblade stuck keyblade. Blow after blow rang out from each other. However, again, the combined Player count from Alastair's current incarnation overpowered my past incarnation. And again, a Darkness Shard, this time of Pain, fused with it as it flew into the Dark.

But just a hop down from the Station of Pain ended up being a new Station. The Youngest incarnation seen yet was on there, smiling widely as he was surrounded. Images of friends long gone. Images of a comforting version of the grandmother from a previous station and a comforting mother, and of his brother playing with him freely and easily. Depictions of an eager joy in school.

But there were hints of an older version of him here to. New friends. A face on a controller, with a red one on it. A dreaming form. A pen sketching a Sponge.

Alastair did nothing. He didn't need to anything, except, and enjoy the image. Soon, the youngest version of himself appeared, and with him, the Light Shard of Bliss. They fused together. He moved on, following a trail of red glass steps.

Upon reaching the end, a heat overwhelmed him. THere was no fire, but lurid forms on the stained glass windows. Nothing conventional. Nothing appropriate. For once, to see and move forward, he had to cast a status effect upon himself.

"Blind!"

Unseen, a shirtless figure of himself appeared with the Darkness shard of Lust. Off into the Darkness they vanished, and from here I was their only guide.

But I could guide them nowhere else. When the spell wore off…

There was the Station of Death. Two rabbits. Three dogs and a puppy too small to have opened its eyes. Countless insects. A wounded snake being slain by his own hands.

In the center was a red-headed boy. A friend, who should have been. I mourn him. We… we could have had fun. We could have reconnected. But now even his death lies in the darkness of secrets. I am so sorry.

And so, the Reaper appeared. Alastair drew his Keyblade again and raged. But Death could not be beaten. HP did not matter to one that appeared at the end of life and held none wihtin itself. And this version of Death was a fighter.

We could not win, so I used another CP of power. I reshaped Death… into the Heartless Guardian of Ansem and Xehanort. I then bundled him up with the Darkness Shard of Death and sent them on their way. When this was over, both the shaped Death and Ansem would move on, to be given a chance at redemption. Was it earned? No.

But it was given all the same.

Alastair stepped beyond Death's shadow. He walked back into the Light.

Upon this Platform was a soul depicted. Around the soul was a myriad of words and rules, all flowing from the Soul. Words on accepting consequences. Words on valuing one's soul. Words on trying to be happy with virtue because it's virtue. Words urging goodness even in the deepest darkness, goodness even in the pits of Hell.

Alastair stepped into the Center, and raised his Keyblade. A light shone forth, and the Soul and Light Shard of Honor vanished within himself.

But now he was in a place of Darkness. Computer monitors littered the pictures on the glass. Images of worlds, words of worlds, words and images of lives unlived. In the center is a depiction of him in a blue coat, with a scraggily beard and tired eyes underneath a tree.

...And now I shall leave the writing to the figure that emerged.


...So this is the step before my end? Very well. I take on this fate.

Alastair, naturally is confused, and he hurts himself in the confusion! He is now Wounded, clearly. And he uses Curaga, but now he's out of MP! And the Heartless are here to eat him!

Their stats are- And they're gone with his second Action. Okay then.

Enemy.

Ha. Now there's an Enemy he must defeat, and he can't see it. It is within the text I wrote and-

En - d

Oh. He just. Reached up and replaced the 'emy' with a d.

Well, still, he's now out of Actions- wait, why does he still have three?

Why am I on the Stained glass platform? Am I an enemy?

...no… I know why I'm here, Alastair. I just…

I don't want to go.

...I'm sorry.


-and with that, the GM of Damage Sponge fuses with the Darkness Shard of Envy.

He could fulfill no other role.

Alastair moves on. And he finds a picture of a Sponge, with many incomprehensible images surrounding it. These images peel up from the ground and attack him, but they are obliterated. They could no snowball fast enough, just like they couldn't before.

And so the Sponge itself comes out of hiding. It has had its fill of being a Player, and finds this a fitting end.

It fuses with the Darkness Shard of Gluttony.

….

So here I am. Sitting on my own Stained glass mural. Pictures of Sans, Ansem, some guy from a webcomic… Another name is etched at the bottom, and my true name at the top.

I could fulfill no other role. Alastair comes here because it is time for him to remember who he was.

And I am him. I am the one who narrates my text with the word I… I am the one who avoided reality. I avoided everything.

No more.

...truth be told, there never was an Alastair I was describing. Not really.

I just narrated myself from the third person. To protect… to protect someone else's soul. The narrator's soul?

Yeah. However that works. I don't even know if this Narrator was someone else… or if it was me. The me waiting here at this station for myself to arrive, when I've already been here all along.

...

I had denied myself personhood for so long.

I take the lone, floating Light Shard of Life, and absorb it into myself.

There is nothing left now.

With a flex of my power, I find myself at the last Station of Awakening.

...In reality, there were only ever two. And even then… the two were always one.

But the name here… my last station…

Is The Station of Sorrow.

I saw him. The Seeker of Darkness. My Heartless. My Vanitas unriven.

The other half of the X-Blade we could make.

His back was facing me. His outfit, form fitting and not unlike Vanitas', didn't shift a bit when he spoke.

"So you finally made it. Took you long enough."

"I did."

"...something's different." His voice sounded quizzical. "Did you… start narrating in the old style again?"

I have.

He finally nodded.

"Ha. Then you're finally ready… to merge and create the X-Blade!"

No. We've got a better idea-

"No."

At last, he turned around. His eyes were yellow, but otherwise he wore my face.

"Don't do this dramatic shit. 'How about I destroy you both?' For what? Why SHOULDN'T we form this damn thing? We're allowed a weapon of ultimate power! Heck, we could use it better than others! WHY would you for a second think that this bullshit was necessary? YOU ENABLED THIS!"

Silence reigned for a bit. Then, he scoffed.

"See? Fucking jackass…" He turns away again. "You act like you're noble and shit, but really you're just-"

"I do want the X-Blade." I admitted at last. "So I can use it to make everyone else's Hearts into Keyblades."

That shut up the incarnation of Darkness in a second.

"I… I forgot. I think I was going to do this some other way... " I mumbled. "But… then the idea got lost in the shuffle. It was only once I got my memory back - my real memories back, however few they are, that I was able to remember this. You were right. I was just being dramatic and sayin shit because it was cool… in its own context."

His gaze matched my own for a few moments. Then, he scoffed, putting his now gloved hand to his forehead.

"So.. you just wanted to do what Gold Hero did? Give everyone Spirit Weapons, except they were Keyblades?"

"Let me ask you something..." I paced, circling my Darkness. "What can you do with a Keyblade?"

"What CAN'T you do? You can shoot lasers, slay heartless for good, unlock ANYTHING, use it like a bat, use it like a sword, spellcast-"

"Right and wrong," I cut him off, turning sharply to him. "What can you do with a Keyblade… when you no longer can use it?"

"...shove it into the Keyblade graveyard… or…" His eyes widened. "...you sly dog. You're not giving everyone weapons. You're denying the Godmodder a resource."

"By putting everyone's Hearts and Souls into the Keyblades, as distasteful as I find it..." I sighed deeply. "The Godmodder can't soul vore us. Nobody has to be trapped into a jail for all eternity, sleeping all the time to retain what little of their MIND they're able to keep. We can just do a mortal Action… then pass on our Keyblades. Or leave them for a successor to pick up. Or hide them somewhere for safekeeping. The Godmodder is denied the power of us Players. He's denied the one thing of value - our souls."

The Seeker of Darkness thought over my plan and words some more. He then summoned his Keyblade, Dark Wrecker. It looked almost exactly like the Kingdom Key. However, it was obviously, sinisterly palette swapped, with the yellow guard being replaced with black, the hilt being colored a blood red, and the silvery sheen of the key itself being a duller grey.

"So… I want the power. To be in control. To not feel so damn MISERABLE." His face becomes a scowl, it is so deep. "And yet all you can think about is a bunch of people who wouldn't care if you disappeared?"

He pointed the Dark Wrecker at me. He took three long strides until the tip of the Keyblade prodded me in the chest.

"You're pathetic. What good is good? What good is caring when no one else does? Because it's right? Because it's just? That doesn't bring us cash- in fact, it costs that shit. It makes us sacrifice time, money, and happiness! It asks and asks and asks until it's taken away EVERYTHING!

"And then there's your Honor and your Righteousness! You want to do right by others? TAKE A LOOK AROUND YOU! No one has helped you! No one has tried to see if you were okay! One of them even sabotaged us with BEES! For a joke! No one is there for you. The Truth is right- Players are just selfish, evil bastards. And they THRIVE on it!"

I… I just frown. "Is this how I feel, deep down?"

"Yes. Yes! YES!" He grabs me by the shirt and begins to shake me. "A HUNDRED OCTILLION TIMES YES! You're MISERABLE! You're SAD! This is the Station of Fucking SORROW! And it's because you keep putting others before yourself! You're trying to give Reality a chance to fix itself by beating this Godmodder, but it's like trying to push a boulder up a mountain that reaches into ANOTHER planet's STRATOSPHERE! It's impossible! Why bother trying!?"

I smiled and lightly tapped his heart. "It's because of you."

While he was dumbfounded, I broke away from him. Letting the Kingdom Key dissolve back into myself, I stepped back and held out my hand. In it…

Was a Wonder Mask.

"I know you. I know Pain. I know Sorrow. I know Fear. I know Disgust. I know Ambition. I know the Darkness… And everyone has a bit of Darkness in some or many forms. And I know how awful it feels. Maybe everyone's Darkness is a bit different. Maybe the shape of my pain doesn't match another's. But… I'd rather help relieve people of the misery their Darkness brings them than contribute to it. Even if no one cares."

I feel a sigil appear on my back. The Sigil of the Spirits… the Dream Eaters.

"I want to take my Darkness… and turn it into Light."

"...that is your answer?" Said the seeker of Darkness, Ansem flickering briefly over his visage. "How foolish. Reality..."

He bats the hand aside and thrusts his Dark Wrecker at my face.

"IS FAR FROM BEING THAT KIND!"

I, however, expected this, and was already dodging it with a special move.

I use my reality warping powers to summon from the other thread my Wonder Pendant, a matching Centinel Suit, and 100 Wonder Masks. I activate the psychic switch on the pendant, transforming in 3-billionths of a second. The camera, thankfully, captures this sequences in slow enough motion to show everyone the full sequence.


I curl up, held up by the energies of the transformation. Bursting outward with the energy, I give out a battle-cry as I land, raising my hands above my head.

"WONDER EYES: SOUL!"

A Wonder Mask is created. Upside-down, at first, before flipping upright and attaching itself to my face.

My hands chop and weave as I do a small kung-fu demonstration, each limb strike bringing a part of my costume, a silver and blue version of Wonder Red's, into being. Once the suit was fully donned, I raise both hands in the air again, this time as if the were holding something. The Light gathers in my hands, reaching a blinding fever-pitch before I smash my fist down, creating a crater beneath me. I flash a cocky smile at this, but accidentally blind myself as the light from my now shining teeth reflects off of the camera lens, forcing me to rub the flash out of my eyes.


The camera resumes normal image flow. With me having landed a safe distance away from the strike. I stand up and thumb my nose playfully.

"You're going to have to do a lot better than that!"

My heartless/Dark half charged at me, swinging the Dark Wrecker wildly. I kept stepping and weaving out of the way, letting my Wonder Suit's armoring energies mute any glancing blows. I danced around, moving away from the sword arm of the Berserker, but he could turn towards me far faster than I could circle and just did not relent in attacking.

So I created some distance, speeding back towards the other edge of the platform. However, while charging me down that 'Seeker of Darkness' simply unloaded a volley of spells and did a Strike Raid on me to keep the pressure up. I was able to deflect the spells with a few well timed punches, but he was able to use the Strike Raid to completely negate the distance by teleporting himself to the Dark Wrecker.

So I began to spam Aero and wind spells, creating an updraft while I glued my feet to the floor with Gravity spells. However, he too began using a gravity spell to keep himself down and just used Silence spell to cancel my own. I was blown up into the air before the updraft ended, flopping about like a ragdoll.

The SoD leapt into the Air, intent on catching me in the Dark Wrecker's devastating swing. However, I had already downed a Panacea and finally caught him point blank with a heavy punch. However, that's when the Stop spell was pulled out and he managed to punt me back onto the field unimposed.

However, he was exhausting himself. Burning through his energy and getting more and more sloppy. When he tried to Time Stop again I used Hasteaga to negate it. He roared in anger and just came in swinging, but that put us back to where we started when I managed to duck and weave around all of the attacks.

"Enough!" I yelled out, holding up my hand again. "You can't win this! Lay down your arms, and I won't have to lay down your life!"

"We've been doing so well with Kingdom Hearts references," My Dark half mocked. "Why stop now? Was it no longer cool? Was the callbacks considered even cooler? What is your deal?"

"Simple. Each Wonderful One who is a part of the core group has their own unique ability." I put both of my hands in front of my in a triangle shape. "Here's mine. WONDER…. SOUL!"

From my being the Seven Light Shards came out of my body, arranging themselves in a way as if a grand finger drew upon the world. It formed the shape of a person, and when the energy reached its peak…

There stood the Lights that had fused with me. All decked out in Wonderful One regalia. We all posed as a sentai group.

"Team…" I punched the air in front of me. "UNITE UP!"

"ROGER!"

We all swarmed My Dark Half, now rapidly getting the upper hand. The Bliss Self grabbed his legs, tangling up his ability to move. Straxala did the same, restraining his sword arm with the Chain of Memories. The rest of us picked a side and started baiting attacks so the others could deliver a devastating kick or hammering punch.

Except for Honor. He was the one who kept trying to attack him head on. He was exceedingly good at baiting attacks from the human shaped bundle of sorrow and Darkness.

Eventually, he finally started to even the playing field with general burst of Darkness to create soem space, followed by teleporting to one of our backs. We quickly began trying to keep to formations that helped us keep and eye on each other's backs. However, when he grabbed Bliss, the possible future us attached to Love lost it. Bliss was almost used as a living shield, but those only really work when it wasn't easy to work around. Which, to Love, it was.

Reelling from the beating, we seized the opportunity. Straixala raised his hand above his head.

"Wonder… CHAIN!"

We all leaped above Straixala's head, attached to each other by cosmic energies arranged in pseudodigital patterns. It solidified, forming an amped up Chain of Memories out of our bodies. With the opening presented to us by Love's savage attack, Straixala slammed the chain into the SoD repeatedly until finishing the combo off with a side-swipe, sending our dark form into the abyss of the Heart.

Even as the chain dissolved and we jumped down into formation, we remained on guard. It proved important when we heard my Dark Half's Heart call to us from the greater Darkness.


You want to play that game?


Fine.


Then let's play.


From the Darkness jumped the Seeker of Darkness. This time, though, he was decked out in a dark red and wicked purple version of a specific Space Pirate's outfit. On his face was not a Wonder Mask, but a twisted mockery of it.

Then, also from the Shadows, came 12 other forms. Each of the selves fused with the Shards of Darkness stood, surrounding us as a group. We turned, knowing that things were about to go to Strife shaped right quickly. We stared them down, they stared us down back. And then...

Wouldn't you know it?

We were right.

With a shout, everyone attacked everyone else! I ginned for the enemy leader, digging my fist into his jaw as he did the same to me. Staixala fended off the Shards of Fear and Wrath with a wide sweep of his chain, but they soon grabbed the chain and began to pull on him, turning it into an ugly game of tug of war. Love tried to help, but the Shards of Greed and Disgust grabbed his limbs and began to violently pull. Faith blasted them from behind long enough for Love to turn around and get his bearings, but Faith soon had to redirect his spells to fend off Ambition.

Sloth, meanwhile, passed out, taking an impromptu nap. He'd finish building up his attack later.

Meanwhile, Bliss began to play a frighteningly lethal game of tag with Guardian and the shard of Lust.Each time Death nearly grabbed him to throttle the life out, Bliss would use a brief burst of wind to propel him through his grasp. Whenever Lust tried to inflict a status effect, Blis merely pulsed a Clear spell and kept on running.

Naturally Honor charged forth to protect Bliss, but he had his own troubles to deal with as-


As I hijack control of the writing to write out how the Shard of Honor does against the Sponge of Gluttony. Oh, he tries to do well, but he's already dealing with the fact that the Sponge is rapidly expanding from the cut he inflicted on it! Soon it'll fill the entire field and push us all off- Wait, no this is a bad thing!

Ansem and I proceed to tear chunks of it off, with Pain swiftly joining in. Soon they buzz-sawed that monstrosity down. I breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that this Sponge is inherently weaker than the one whose fight I oversaw so long ago.

However-


The DS GM grunts in pain as he's hit from behind by the Shard of Righteousness repeatedly. Ansem separates from the brawl with honor to wail away on the Shard of Righteousness. The DS GM and Sponge proceed to have another go again at the Shard of Honor, who was waiting for them and unleashed a spin attack.

Eventually, Bliss's game of 'tag' ran into Ansem, Righteousness, and Pain's group. Ansem and Guardian immediately tag teamed to pin the kid into a corner while Lust stunlocked Righteousness long enough for pain to lay a smackdown. Honor, meanwhile, retreated due to forcing the Sponge to reveal that it could do more than just adapt by growing and firing guns at him. Honor ran into Faith, where they both nodded and switched. Faith immediately blinded the DS GM before unloading a potent Holy salvo on the Sponge, burning it.

Honor, meanwhile, fared a bit better as he dueled Ambition one on one. In fact, if it wasn't for Ambition's own constant growth, Honor would have won handily. That said, Honor could have finished the fight right then and there, but Ambition had led them towards Sloth's sleeping place, where Honor and Sloth immediately got into a tangled mess of Uselessness.

My Dark Half and I noted this and without a word grabbed each other by the arms, with me releasing the Sad Sack into Ambition. He kept him pinned long enough for me to untangle Honor, whereupon my Dark Half ambushed and punched me in the kidneys while Honor went back to keeping Ambition in check.

Straixala, meanwhile, was running about, avoiding the wild lashes from Wrath. Wrath, now wielding the Chain of memories, just went on a berserk tear. Fear was nowhere to be found, having hid themselves after accidentally tripping up Wrath for a few seconds.

Wrath's wild lashing ended up backfiring, predictably, when Straixala ran past Ansem and Guardian. The Chain of Memories bashed them aside long enough for Bliss to cast Curaga on the forces of Light. Furious, Wrath focus-fired on Bliss, but Bliss once again danced around the terrifying opponent. This time, though, Bliss took it a step further and by the end of their little dance, Wrath was tied up in his own stolen weapon.

Straixala squared off against Guardian and Ansem. Guardian had his invincibility due to being Death in disguise and was running interference for Ansem, but Straixala, having inherited Hope, was not deterred. Once again, he baited the two into another fight, whereupon Guardian was hit by Lust's debuff's in the friendly fire. Guardian and Ansem, furious, began to kick the shit out of the pervert while Straixala rapidly spammed Cure and Clear spells on Righteousness until he was able to backhand Pain away.

Eventually, though, something had to give in the brawl. Ambition, sword drawn, raised it high in the air. A shift in the atmosphere let everyone know that it was time to stop screwing around with their enemies and team up to kick the crap out of them.

"Teio… SWORD!"

The 13 Darknesses lined up in the air, floating in dark power. A purple, sword version of the Unite Chain appeared above Ambition's hand. Grasping the oversized weapon, he swung down with the intent of finishing the fight.

Honor responded in kind.

"Uniiite… SWORD!"

With their own Light Yellow sword in hand, they clashed. The Darkness had the clear size advantage and began to press down on the opposing team. However, Staixala was not one to give up because of a mismatch.

"Unite Chain!"

With that shout, the sword broke apart and reformed into the chain it was before, wrapping around the sword and swinging it through the air. Before the enemy team could impact the ground, Sloth, of all of them, spoke up.

"teio bomb."

Unexpectedly, the team of Light was caught up in a temporally slowing blast. Wrath spoke up next.

"TEIO FIST!"

An enormous fist of fury and hate rocketed towards the stunned group. But Bliss had a fun idea.

"UNITE FLAN!"

Despite turning into a giant blob of gelatin, this turned out to be the right answer. When the fist impacted it while it was still freshly formed, spike immediately jutted out, acting as a painful counter to all of the Shards of Darkness who formed the fist.

As they scattered, however, Lust giggled inappropriately.

"Teio Whip, baby!"

With the Flan now disbanded, the whip was able to encircle the group, keeping them from moving about. Fear, however, did not trust this.

"TEIO GUN! NOW!"

They formed into an oversized pistol and fired one of their own - Sloth, as it turned out. Love, however, braved the assault and took the hit.

"G-guh! Unite… Arrow!"

The group formed a crossbow, and Love immediately aimed at the DS GM. The arrow, made of Honor in this case, hit home and the DS GM found the cloud of Envy lift from his mind.

"What… what am I doing!?"

However, the rest of his group beat the shit out of him before he could do anything of note. When they finished up, they saw the Unite Fist of the opposing team fly into them mid-swing, punishing them for being so easily distracted.

Both groups fell to the ground in a heap, panting and clutching their wounds. My Dark half and I cast the same spell at the same time.

"CURAGA!"

With our vitality restored, we all stood up, looking at each other. We could sense it. The clashes were reaching their climax. The ritual was almost complete. There was only one thing left to do.

"Let's go, Kingdom Key!" I cried out, with the rest of my group following suit.

"Come, Dark Wrecker!" Cried out the ones who bore the Shards of Darkness.

The two lines rammed each other. Two Shards of Darkness trying to overpower each Shard of Light, save for me and my Dark Half. As our Keyblades locked together, they all began to resonate with the Shards of Light and Shards of Darkness. The power, however, was too much for most of our selves. One by one, the possible past and future selves exploded, their Keyblades fusing with mine and my Dark half's. Straixala looked to me.

"Well, I didn't last long. Maybe… maybe i can be reincarnated some day."

He blew apart, his essence flowing into me.

The Sponge squealed, then shriveled into powder. Not being a proper Damage Sponge, it just wasn't made to last.

The DS GM looked at the writing on the wall and let go of his Dark Wrecker.

"I'm already gone. My role here is fulfilled, like it was long ago for that group. Now… I go to my final resting place." And then he faded.

Ansem roared. He struggled, but his body began to dissolve. Guardian looked to Ansem, then made a choice. It let go of its Dark Wrecker and grabbed him. However, in doing so, it was hit with two full powered Keyblade strikes. Between that and the two CP kicking in, Guardian's form destabilized heavily. The aspect of Death was unlocked from the Guardian's form, and Guardian and Ansem flew off into the distance.

In the end, all the Keyblades fused together, and the effect was blinding. Darkness billowed out like a fog from the Dark Wrecker. The Kingdom Key's aura had long since engulfed my arms in its bright Light and the rest of it made it hard to see.

Soon, the fountains of Light and Dark began to shift. The Dark Wrecker's off-colors began to leak off of the Keyblade and into the cloud of Darkness, leaving only another Kingdom Key. However, that cloud of Darkness began to swirl around us both, gathering every last bit and speck of Light up as it tried to escape. It condensed, further and further, the Dark tornado constricting against us. Soon, I could see nothing

Then, as the Darkness passed my eyes and onto the Keyblades, I saw what was occurring. THe Light was hardened into a web around our two Kingdom Keys, and two pillars of it rose from just under the tips to meet just above it.

In other words… the X-Blade… the Chi-Blade…. However you call it. It was being formed right in front of my eyes.

The sight was so distracting that my other half promptly kicked me in the gut to take it from me. However, in doing so the process took a screeching turn for the corrupt as the Darkness stopped shaping the Light and began rolling over it in waves, leaving chunks of the legendary blade to look broken and incomplete.

"Ah, I did that too soon," He clicked his tongue as a scowl took over his face. "Timing just… it was never our THING, was it?"

I stood up off the floor. He looked at me with an amused look on his face.

"What do you think you're doing? You've lost. Go and… I dunno. Do whatever it is non-dominate halves do. It's pointless."

I began to walk over to him. My Dark half's face became flustered with confusion.

"Y-you don't have a Keyblade! You don't have any Wonderful Ones! You literally haven't existed long enough to consistently do much else except on the spot problem solving! What are you going to fight me with!?"

He pointed the X-blade's tip at my throat. When I didn't back down, he flew into a rage.

"YOU LOST! THIS ISN'T SHONEN! THIS ISN'T SOME FANTASY NOVEL! And yet here you are, REFUSING TO ACCEPT THE TRUTH! Isn't that why we're here? BECAUSE I CAME ABOUT BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T-"

"I questioned myself because I was afraid." When he grew silent, I continued. "We're here because I can't seem to let go of anything."

I gripped the tip of the incomplete weapon of incredible power. "We're here… because this is made through our conflict. But it can only be made complete be a resolution to that conflict."

My darker half flinched and stepped back as if slapped. "Isn't that what we're doing? I beat you, you beat me-"

"And this key doesn't get forged, because our Heart will break from the strain."

I let the blunt statement lie there on its own. He opens his mouth to speak, but he chokes on the words. He closes it, breaths in harshly, then raises the X-blade to attack. But then he stops, his arm shaking against the immovable force of his own doubt. His teeth grit… and eventually tears come to his eyes as he violently throws the weapon onto the floor.

"DAMN YOU!" He screams at me. "DAMN YOU DAMN YOU DAMN YOU! YOU NEVER LET ME WIN! I ALWAYS LOSE! I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO DO SOMETHING WITHOUT BEING FUCKING PUNISHED FOR IT! YOU ASSHOLE! YOU LOSER! YOU HATEFUL WORM! WHY! WHY WHY WHY WHY!"

He runs up to me and punches me in the face. I let him punch me, but this time I do not move. He screams and punches me harder. My muscles tense to keep me standing. THen he hits me over the head with both fists, exercising our power to its maximum. The Station of Sorrow cracks…

But I do not yield.

"Damn it.. Damn you…" My darkner half's costume dissolves, revealing a version of me wearing a plain yellow T-shirt, a black and orange jacket, white shoes, and black jeans. "Why.. Why won't you let me win?"

I place a hand on his shoulder. "Because I am… I was too inexperienced to understand how to accept you. So instead I lock you away, because evil tries to get to me through you. I feared you… and I wronged you because of it. I'm sorry."

That's when the dam broke, and my darker half collapsed against me, sobbing. I hugged him back, my face still conflicted.

"I did wrong by you… and I need to accept you. I need to accept you for who you are."

A vision passed by his-my eyes. Cybil. The Player Killer. Skitter. None of them were good or even nice people. But I accepted them and helped them.

Why couldn't I do the same for myself? If I couldn't accept it because it was more visible, then I accepted no one. And that…

The conflict from my eyes evaporates as I hug him harder. "I accept you, I understand you… and I forgive you. So please, as I truly seek forgiveness… forgive me."

The sobs went silent for a minute. Then a small voice whispered back to me.

"I forgive you."

And that's when the floor beneath us lit up. The Station… it had always been one station, transforming and looping back upon itself. The fake colors of Sorrow peeled away in the wake of the shining Light. Spreading out from where we were standing, the Light reached every corner of the Station of Awakening, revealing its true nature and colors.

It was me, in the outfit my darker half wore. His eyes were closed as he rested against the orange outline. All along the edges were images of people I had never seen, but whose names would always be etched into my Heart.

Asa. Nigel. Cody. Ryan. Dakota. Chris. Andrew.

Plague. Ender. Carleah. JOEbobobob. Nedben. Sebazu.

All of them had lines that spiraled from them into a starry sky, where a sea of beauty and dreams were woven among the stars. All of them had stars of their own, joined by the countless stars of people who I had either forgotten, or wished I knew better.

When I looked up, I noticed I was in fact wearing my Darker… no. I was wearing the outfit my Sorrow was wearing. I didn't know the signifigance, but I knew that somehow… it just fit me like a glove.

I lifted the X-blade in my hand, pristine and whole. Darkness and Light. The power to Create and Destroy.

I lifted it above my head, holding it by an improvised grip made from where the hilts met in the center.

"Come on, everyone," I said to the myriad feelings and ideas waiting to come forth from my soul. "Let's go back."

From the tip of the X-blade, a powerful beam of Light shot up, piercing the Darkness. From it emerged a 'Kingdom Hearts' that was more metaphor than real. A metaphor for all of the connections and all of the people I have met along the way. They reached out to me…

How could I not reach back?

Then, my world was engulfed in Light.

When I came to… in my Hands was the weapon I sought for so long. The one with the power to control the Plane of Hearts… Kingdom Hearts. The one with the power to keep everyone's souls safe from the Godmodder.

In my hands was the X-blade. And I couldn't think of a weapon that fit better in them.

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Action Summary:

2 CP: Created and Sent away the characters who would go on to become my Thymium characters.

1 CP: Summoned both the Kingdom Key and the Dark Wrecker versions of my Keyblade from Crusher's Destroy the Godmodder thread.

3 Actions(Focus): I completed both rituals for creating the X-Blade at once, using the culmination of all of my Kingdom Hearts References to produce the X-Blade. It's two powers are to create more Keyblades out of people's Hearts, keeping them from being soul vored by the Godmodder even upon using a Mortal Action or dying, and summoning and controlling Kingdom Hearts, known in this Reality as The Plane of Hearts.


A/N: Including a Quoted message, the 'skip' menu, and the Action summary, this came out to 9,066 words. Holy bejabbers. But it was worth it.

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Wow. This is really cool. I like it. A cool sort of wrap-up to the plotline that's been running for so long! I can't respond to much individually, there's just so MUCH of it. Expending your 3 CP, and consuming the Kingdom Key, you create the X-BLADE! The ultimate Kingdom Hearts reference! It has the power to protect a Player from death exactly one time! However, that Player must be "Key-hearted" BEFORE they die - it can't be during their death! You have to do it in advance! And it can only be used once! Still, this is an incredibly powerful tool, potentially allowing you to launch a mortal action without repercussions... use it wisely!

OOC: I should note that... to avoid cross-canon contamination... let's say that the universes the characters were being sent to were... virtual Realities? Fictional Realities created by people observing the current fight against the Godmodder? But, of course, in Thymium/Crusher's game canon, those Realities were perfectly real. Hmm. Is that okay?

I'll keep working in the mine for now. (3 CP)

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The mine is tapped out! +3 CP!

The Heir stumbles a bit after Piono's "defense", before looking to him. "Respectable counter. I won't say I am surprised, since I figure you are fairly skilled, but even then, it was fairly impressive. That being said, that doesn't mean I have given my all yet here. Not by a long shot. "



As he says that, his blade seems to shimmer. Where once was a dulled edge is now once more sharper than any razor blade known to any species. As he swings it around, making certain that its edge is fully restored, the blade gouges the ground and the stone is split as if it was never there. The purple and green flames flare up once more, but now, something is different. If Piono tries, he will notice that whatever this is, it is not the type of fire he can control anymore.

The Heir then rushes straight at him, his sword swinging. The blade flickers with these false flames, which latch onto Piono as the Heir slashes. He then disappears in a gust of wind that recoalesces behind Piono for another slash, the false flames burning purple. He follows up with another swing before jumping backwards, and standing for a moment. As he stands there, Piono may try to strike him, but that does not go well, as suddenly, an army of him springs from that location, all armed and ready, and they begin their assault. Piono can quickly discern that each one appears to be in a different hoodie, some the same style but with a different color, some the same color but different style, and some with different options for both. What matters is that they all begin to slash at him. As Piono tries to counter them, likely with either a force field, more hands, or even a multiplier technique of his own, he feels a scalding pressure from a squadron of ones in a light yellow outfit, who are radiating a pure white light which seems to give no quarter to him. As Piono struggles with those, he feels time slow down. Not metaphorically, he physically has been temporaly slowed down by a squadron of red hoodied clones. As that happens, other red clones rush around Piono, slashing at him every time his guard is down. A group of blue hoodied copies follows them, and Piono is suddenly accosted by blasts of wind from all around, while simultaneously finding himself lacking air to breathe. Then, a group of brown hoodie colored repeats rush in, an army of plants rushing up after him, wrapping around him while he can feel some of his strength seep out of him. This is followed by a team of purple hoodied ones rushing at him, attacking with an impressive strength, as he feels his impetus to fight weaken. This is followed by an orange brigade coming by, which somehow heralds a rain of anvils on his head. A phalanx of teal hoodie wearers come next, and Piono suddenly feels dipped into a pool of memories. He sees a world erased, and a void of guilt, followed by a world of idiocy the idiocy of physics in the last highlighting its mockery of the first world. As he returns from that vision, he sees those warriors now all attacking at once, with random use of all those abilities together. He then begins to smack them away, and the tides begin to weaken. Piono may note that they all vanish, when he actually gets rid of one, by turning into a large supply of parallel lines. He still takes a while to get through them all.

Once the attack of the clones is over, the Heir rematerializes, as he seems to have hidden during the brawl. He once more flares up with the false flames, and blasts straight at Piono in a ball of the stuff. Everyone knows Piono would dodge this, but then something odd happens. The ball teleports back on course. This happens with each dodge, until contact. At that point, a plume of energy spreads across the arena, and Piono can feel the heat. The energy then rushes up behind him, forming a fist of more crystal, slamming into him. As Piono turns his focus to the fist in an attempt to counter, the Heir pops up from the other side, taking a stab at hitting him. If any item that isn't indestructible to the level of its particles is used to block, said item is cut through like butter. This gets followed up by the Heir flipping back out of range, before running around the arena. He runs quickly enough to kick up quite the dust cloud off the arena floor, while also running on the walls of the arena. This quickly ends up to be a well thought out strategy, as he either waits for Piono's inevitable wall trick to stop him, or, if Piono is feeling meta enough to not use a wall, just doing it before whatever Piono's attempt to stop him from making the cloud occurs, the Heir makes a crystal ramp appear, and uses it to springboard out at Piono for another stab. This gets reused a couple times, until Piono stops it more directly. The Heir responds to that by blasting a hole in the ground, and going under the arena, burrowing around for a bit before reemerging right in front of Piono to continue the sword duel. The duel goes back and forth, as both combatants use massive quantities of temporal cheats to outpace the other, and both try every swordplay trick they think could work to catch the other off guard. The Heir gains edges every couple seconds by having his sword extend and retract at random, shifting the blade style just as commonly, keeping Piono off balance, but it is hard to say who is winning.

As they continue, however, the ground begins to shake, and suddenly, green and purple false flames shoot from the ground beneath Piono. As the false flames spiral upwards, more pillars appear throughout the battlefield, before crystallizing, making a forest of green and purple crystal everywhere. The Heir darts between the trees of crystal, his sword darting in to strike at Piono before once more disappearing into the forest. When/If Piono tries to break one, it explodes into false flames in his face. This hit and run tactic continues as long as it takes for Piono to come up with a method to nullify the forest, or for the Heir to decide this bit has run its course. Whichever comes, the forest is gone, and the two once more stare straight at each other.

The Heir then looks to Piono with a smirk, and says, "You know what, you are among the strongest, and most skilled beings I have had to fight. Therefore, I will give you my absolute maximum power."

As he says this, something odd happens, and the Heir splits into two people. One is minecraftian in figure, and his hoodie is a grey with a line down it. The other is a normal human, by all accounts, wearing a green hoodie with a line on the other side as the first, with the two lines being parallel. And then… the green one runs away from the grey one in a terrified manner.



The grey Heir then begins to glow with a dark energy, and he cackles maniacally, before rushing straight at Piono, slashing in a manner much more aggressive and murderous than before. He blasts out a purple energy burst, before warping straight behind Piono for an attempted decapitation shot.

The green Heir rushes over to a point where a computer terminal appears. He then yells to Piono, "I am sorry, I couldn't stop him. He is incredibly dangerous when going all out. I don't care about this duel, just hold him off. I have a counter for this," before beginning to type like mad into the console.

The grey Heir (Purple now black voice, for clarity) continues rushing at Piono. His speed seems just as good as the Heir had been showing before, and his every strike feels like it would break mountains with the shockwaves. The blade spins out to enormous sizes at random, suddenly stabbing Piono from the opposite end of the arena, before pulling him back to the warrior to uppercut him into the air. This is followed by the Heir tossing a teal pearl, and then appearing on Piono's chest when the pearl lands, stabbing him back to the ground. The purple false flames rush all over the arena, a small gap existing where the other Heir is working. The false flames reach and grab at Piono, as the grey Heir rushes at him at incredible speeds, before suddenly, his hoodie turns red, and his speed ceases being quantifiable. He slashes at Piono a thousand times a planck instant, before whipping himself away to perform another stab, tossing Piono into a wall any time a stab connects. The false flames pull on Piono, throwing him off balance so that the Heir's next strike finds connecting easier. He pulls out what appears to be a rocket launcher, and shoots armies worth of rockets at Piono, before tossing it aside to fire out a spread of pulse blasts which send Piono flying with each hit. He dual wields a second sword twice the size of his own body, all while keeping pace with Piono with his main sword. His slashes cut through the very atoms in the air around him, making miniature nuclear explosions assault Piono every couple seconds.

Then the grey Heir turns it up a bit, he shifts into the giant dragon form from the Nether, before it shrinks back down, and he gains wings and claws in the process. His assault only becomes more dangerous from there, as the purple flames spew from his mouth, and he flies at Piono at high speeds. His sword lashes out every handful of seconds, and every time it lands a blow, he laughs a psychotic laugh. More false fires spew out all around, as the purple waves all follow Piono around, hunting him with a vengeance, followed up by slams and slashes from the maniacal Heir. He then begins to fly even higher upwards, before unleashing a barrage of energy blasts on the ground below. When Piono inevitably tries to act smug about teleporting out of the way, he then will notice the blasts are seeking him out.

As this all goes on, the other Heir works diligently, with a face showing concern that is easy to believe, given the circumstances. He works tirelessly to try and counter the darkness encircling the Grey Heir. His coding, for those who could read it, show some type of teleporter and a payload, but what the payload is is hard to tell. Seems like a neutralizing agent.

As the fight continues, even Piono likely is getting a bit tired, and the grey Heir shows no signs of fatigue. As he flies in for another swoop, he digs deep into the ground, before leaping out from there like a shot, stabbing at Piono yet again. The stabs and slashes continue at this speed until frankly, no one can tell what is happening anymore but the combatants.

Then, as the blows continue to fall, the green Heir says, "I am done. Just keep him still."

With a twisted sneer, the grey Heir drops his weapon, and says, "Well? You heard the man."

He then rushes Piono, and quickly sets the two into grappling match, apparently finding the chances of being stopped funny. Since no one wants to try to learn the grappling rules, they get tangled up in a way that neither can move.

As soon as they have ceased moving significantly, the green Heir puts a forcefield of green false flames around the two. Then, just as the green Heir pushes the last button, the grey Heir becomes intangible, and slips out of Piono's grasp, and he leaves the area as a few grams of antimatter are transported directly into the front of Piono's torso. This launches him quite far as the antimatter reacts violently with the matter. If this doesn't get cancelled, then this launches him out of the ring, as antimatter explosions are not inconsiderable.

As the grey Heir rises, and walks over to the green one, the dark aura leaving him as he asks, "Why did I have to be the psycho, again?"

The green one answers, "Because I look insignificant, as I am a nerd. You look intimidating enough to be a credible threat. Let's just get this over with."

They re-fuse, and then wait, ready in case, Piono returns as they are fully aware he may end up being angry.

(Side note, the antimatter is targeted relative to Piono. He isn't capable of moving to get away from it. The stopping him was to keep him distracted when the final blow was delivered.)

Click to shrink...

Attack locked!

FOCUS

I go drilling on down into the mines

Click to shrink...

Mines are tapped out! +3 CP!


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Everyone launches their attacks at the door! Piggy piggy soldiers charge, "creative" flying through the air behind them, flashbangs are thrown, grenades are set, a kick is thrown, a skeleton rattles... And, of course, behind them all is Crusher's Zero-Point Cryo cannon!

The attacks fly right at the door! But the moment they hit the door, it wavers and disappears! Your attacks disappear with it!


Sitting behind the door is the Godmodder. He's got an unusually large smile on his face. Inhumanly large, in fact. You'd have to get plastic surgery to smile like he's smiling.

The Godmodder: Thank you for doing it all for me.

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Meanwhile, back on the surface, the Players see flailing piggy piggy soldiers, the tail end of Zero-Point Cryo Cannon shot, the word "creative", flashbangs, and one kick flying at the Wall.

10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 damage to The Wall!

The Wall destroyed!

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Stubborn, O.R.I.G.I.N.'s skeleton and spiders execute their attack anyways on the Godmodder! His gloating is cut short by skeleton ribs! And worse! SPIDERS! Apparently Go An Na didn't give you ENOUGH spiders, because now the Godmodder has to deal with them! Eight legs, eight damage! Wait, no! Eight legs, eight damage, eight division... ONE damage!

 

[Moniker]

Shrugging off the skeleton attack, the Godmodder immediately teleports back to the surface, the Players shortly behind him. All around, the Wall is dissipating into nothing. You can feel all the power you just gained weakening... was it only effective in the Sphere...? No, you've kept some of it. But you're not as strong as you were.

Base Player Power decreased to 1,000,000!

Some of the extra power leaks into your entities! All Player entities massively powered up!

As the Suit of Living Armor collapses, Altair and Quinn rush up.

Altair: Players! What happened! We've been preparing for him inevitably emerging - I'm glad to see you're not dead, but...

The Godmodder: The Players played into my hands - as they always do.

The Godmodder: If you'll excuse me. I have a fourth Tribulation coming up.

The Godmodder teleports a significant distance away, and watches, awaiting attack. For the moment, you elect to catch up.

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Quinn: Right... This is... fine...

You hurriedly spill out a summary of what just happened. Turns out there isn't much to summarize. You grew your power level a bunch in the name of survival, the Godmodder tricked you into breaking him out of the prison, and you did.

Altair: You all had him captured, and you just... just...

Quinn: Altair.

Altair: ...

Quinn: While you were out, we got everything ready. The Peacekeeper bosses have fallen back to a suitable location - if we need a base to store something in, or somewhere to retreat in an emergency, then its there. Me and Altair have a full stock of CP, and...

Quinn gives a quick glance in the Godmodder's direction, then leans in.

Quinn: They contacted us and said they were coming soon.

Quinn: A lot of stuff is about to start happening, very quickly.

The Godmodder's face stiffens. Of course he heard.

Quinn: Get ready.

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Player Presser fades away... you get 20,000,000,000 Energy added to your inventory - the estimated amount of Energy you would've had if it had lasted another turn! You can expend all 20,000,000,000 of that energy at once to launch one 20,000,000,000 damage attack!

The Epic Duel Arena has stuck around! Use this extra turn to finish up the duels! All Players get a special prize if it's suitably epic!

The Curse of Charging and Curse of Entity Impermanence are gone! You're free!

You now have access to the New Peacekeeper Base! Entities can be stored there, where they'll be allowed to regenerate without dying being attackable!

This is probably one of, if not the, last break turns you'll be getting.

To make it quite clear; the upcoming challenge is the last time entities, CP, and the majority of your items will be useful. There might be chances to use more CP later on, but it won't be as effective as it is now.

Right now, you should be psyching yourself for the upcoming battle, getting used to your new powered-up entities, creating entities you think might be useful, or maybe even throwing an attack or two the godmodder's way.