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Defeat The Godmodder

Reader mode
Opening shot: The soul orb will soon be shattered. The cycle of Godmodders will end. That much pain, that much sorrow, all the horrors of the Godmodders will not continue.

Also, us Players have created a entity fully capable of cleaning up all the nastiness left behind by the wars between players and godmodders, so with time that too will end.

Putting aside all the existing joys and good things in Reality that I'm sure my fellow Players will tell you about, things will get better, and soon.
 
"You claim that everything is currently hopeless? What about what you are doing right now, don't you think that instead of helping the Godmodder, you should instead be doing something that will help alleviate the hopelessness? Because the opposite of that is helping the Godmodder. While he will create a new reality if he wins, whos to say it will have more hope, rather than less? Who is to say, that he will not just create a new reality, filled with slaves forced to obey his will, or will only have mindless creatures, which means there will be no hope nor hopelessness. Instead of helping him, you should help this reality. The Godmodder has made millions, possibly billions feel hopeless, whereas we are trying to give everyone hope and win this battle. It's even in my name, Dragon Of Hope. So help us defeat the Godmodder, and hope should be well on its way to being restored to almost everyone."
 
"Um." I point in the general direction of the Godmodder. "Why are you helping him when he didn't even hear out your request just now? Also, please explain why you think that someone who hates everyone so much that he'd rather kill them all rather than leave anyone alive in the new Universe to enjoy hope and a life without suffering would remove the concepts of suffering and hopelessness? If he's still just as powerful and hateful there, he might very well create misery and people to experience it for his amusement with no one any the wiser."

Then I use an Action! I summon a chunk of wood.

I pull out my X-Blade! And sit down.

I then use my next Action! To carve a cute little statue of D.I.G.I.

"Hey, look at this! A Wood carving of my little girl! An entity whose purpose is to bring proper endings to anything Playermade and deal with them properly... then just go and live her life. But you know, she only gets to resolve one of your chapters of problematic Truths if she lives. Which she won't if the Godmodder kills us all."

Then, with my final Action!

I create some delicious tea.

"Want some tea while we debate?" I offer him a cup.

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I strike through my above Action when realize that I could be solving some problems in Reality while I wait. I'd have kept the Tea and offer for tea, you see, but Winkins decided to provide refreshments and there are bigger concerns. I decide as an opening gambit to solve the problem of the dwindling space in the Soul Orb, since if everything in reality is ported into here, it'll be crushed and kill everyone/everything anyway.

I proceed to use the 4th Spacial dimension and to shunt some of the uninhabited/dangerous Planes/Universes/Areas-of-importance into spots where the 4th Spacial Dimension and 3rd Spacial Dimension is empty simultaneously. It should act like Sci-fi Space Pockets: Anything being ported in won't have to worry about what's technically not there since they'll be in the 'space pockets'.
 
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I just start creating comfy chairs and a table with drinks for the Writer and those who debate him. I slide a cooler with various drinks near the table before turning to the Writer. You can rewrite Reality yes? Can't you help mold this Reality for the better? There are plenty of problems I realize, but there are potential ways to solve them. Your strength being one of them.
 
The quiet watcher sighs as he begins talking, charging up CP with all of his actions as he did so.

"You know, I don't get it. You claim you can rewrite anything, yet your book was full of enough holes in your logic that JOEbobobob wants to sue you for at least five different charges of slander. Let me repeat that: JOEbobobob wants to sue you for slander. Your claims were full of nonsense, not in that they were implausible, but for the lines that were false. Your logic holds no rational information, yet you took them as far as you could without changing your perception. It's as though..." He paused as he gave the Writer a second look, one full of pity.

"You can't get it, can you? Your ability to adapt to the world is nonexistent, likely something that never was. You can't accept that things can change, or at least you can't believe that the very fabric of the world isn't Fated for a terrible end, let alone that Fate doesn't exist in a form that influences everyone. Instead, you pushed your ability to see everything and seemingly decided that Nihilism wasn't extreme enough, and chose to end everything instead of doing something more productive when you encountered Veraad, or whatever the fool's name was." He shook his head at that thought.

"Still, even if you had decided to do that much, you don't get what true nothing is. My job before I was roped into all of this was watching the edges, keeping an eye on existence itself, and ensuring that nothing remained outside of it all. I have seen nothing in all of its forms. I know beyond anything else that there's no good reasoning to wish anyone such a fate, and while I cannot recall why I chose to fight against the Godmodder in the first place, the fact that he wishes to render all other life in existence into nothing is why I remained and fought. If you want to die to the point where you wished to be rendered into nothing, with no traces of yourself left amidst existance, I'd say that you don't get what that truly means. So, tell me..." He trailed off for a moment as he watched the Writer, ears clear of anything that would hinder the response.

"Were you born like this, or were you made this way by what you did with yourself? What made you into the Writer?"


 
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[2x] (This is two actions; my confronting him with his books badness, and after the spoiler, my explaining why he's too pessimistic. a [1x] in the middle would break the flow, so... yeah. )Also i stab writer if he not listen.
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One competent enough to do his legwork, yet gullible enough to be tricked into gathering the weapons unwittingly.
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<if there's even a slim chance of the below Doing anything, I will be spending an action on it next turn or as soon as feasible.>
"I would like to sue 'The Truth''s author for false advertising and libel. Several sections of the book peddled as 'The Truth' are incorrect for a variety of reasons. Additionally, several parts are subjective, and others are portrayed in an unnecessarily pessimistic manner. I have in addition spotted at least one outright lie and one instance of slander."
"To summarize off the top of my head, every part wherein The Truth speaks of how many beings care or the quality of reality as a place of residence is either subjective or incorrect; Several portions of reality are, in fact, quite nice places to be in, including the Eternal Stasis Machine starting partway into the current battle. Additionally, any player can have literal years of life in between rounds if they so desire, and provide the same to others; as it sounds, several parts of reality were furthermore untouched for a significant period. There are almost-doubtless several deities who do care about their worshippers deaths or even the deaths of sentient beings in general. I could go on if I reread the truth, but I would prefer not to re-expose myself to its baseless lies, for all it contains nuggets of (probably) factually true material."
" 'The Truth' in The 'Truth' about Verraad claimed the current group of players as gullible enough to do the Godmodders legwork while competent enough to succeed, paraphrasing. This is false as a simple statement of fact. While I do not presently recall the source of Mascythe and Yorehammer to the field, I do know the following of the Legendary Weapons were gathered in the following ways:"
"Starcalibur was obtained by a player, technically. However, said player was forcefully under the control of the Godmodder at the time, so they were not 'Gullible' for doing so; they had no choice, and in addition had no knowledge of the legendary weapons, having had much of their memory wiped by the Godmodder's attempts(?) to consume their souls."
"The Resolute Heart was gathered by the Godmodder. While a false version owned by Lucifer was obtained by Arsenical early on, said 'resolute heart' was destroyed through paradoxical time nonsense and a duplicate in any case, and there were no players from this group present at the time of the Godmodder obtaining the real version, as he had slain them; they were occupied in a prison, and on return he had obtained the Heart."
"The Infinileaf Clover was obtained by the Godmodder, breaking his way into a Player Lock location. That said, even then the players managed to hold him back for a time; the clover was seized again, but, lacking a proper location to put them, it eventually returned to the Godmodder by circumstance."
"Yoreshield was gathered by Alice, a Godmodder herself and known to be subordinate to The Godmodder. this is no player, and from several groups prior regardless. he later seized Yoreshield from Alice in addition."
"The Allsee Spectacles were obtained by the Godmodder, as all the players were d e a d at the time, and the Godmodder could have Trivially blown his way into the bank regardless. if not for the powers of Cutscene Induced Stupidity, the players would have definitely stopped even that much of the Assault on the bank by yelling "NOOOO OSTOPPOPOPPOOPOP" at the other 'real world' players."
"As stated, I don't recall how Yorehammer or Mascythe were gathered, but another player has stated that the players never willingly gathered a legendary weapon, so it's likely they follow this trend of being Not from the players."
"So, The Truth is both making a factually incorrect statement here, and preforming libel with regards to the entire player group at once."
"Later in The "Truth" about Verraad, the "Truth"s author makes the claims that:"
">'we can't know what will replace it', which is only true to the extent that Verraad's mind or powers are non-deterministic (something highly likely to be false due to the predictor device used shortly prior to the deleter succeeding in making any form of prediction on it), and if they are deterministic knowledge is possible."
">'we can be sure of one thing: it will be far, far better then the hopeless reality that is today', which is false by simple bayesian reasoning as a 100% certainty- or, being sure- means it's impossible to change your mind on something, and furthermore cannot coexist with the previous statement since if we can't tell what the Godmodder will do we can't be sure it won't be several hundred times worse then this reality (which is possible. Take this reality and add a few hundred more of those torture-verse's, and it's worse."
">'this Reality can't be saved' is very likely false, as if the Godmodder can destroy everything, he should be able to destroy everything he objects to instead, and if he can then make a new reality, he should be able to make more stuff for this one. Also, this reality has rollback points, so taken literally you can 'save', as in record a position of everything in time and return to it.."
">'This is the only way' is similarly false because it's possible to do things any number of ways, perhaps with a Godmodder who isn't Verraad, with enough charges from players, with the theoretically-possible support of God and (if he were here) Satan, and so on."
">'the Godmodder must NOT be stopped. That... is The Truth' is false because 'must' is a morality-statement, and cannot be 'True' or 'False', and in addition much of this book was as stated false. That said, this last line can be considered to not contain lies if we assume 'That... is The Truth' means 'that... is the entire content of this book, which has the title 'The Truth'."
"In summary The Truth's Author is slanderous liar who falsely advertised his book and I'm suing him for those things. I am willing to settle in exchange for his soul and entire being, which if he accepts this generous proposal will be defined more clearly."
"This is my argument for why your work, 'The Truth', is a violation of all basic journalistic integrity."
"and also, yanno, not 'The Truth'."
"Another thing worth noting? You're ridiculously pessimistic. You have some points, sure. I guess. But you overplay the bad. There are gods which care. there are players which do, too. One of my earlier acts in my tenure as a player? I saw there was an 'Eternal Stasis Machine', and I replaced that Eternal Sleep with Eternal Paradise (up to the limits of my action, i suppose.) for everything I then knew to exist in the world."
"Aside from once or twice, I did not have sentient entities, so they did not suffer (and those that were sentient, came from shenanigans, not my own actions.)."
"The Architects were not the wisest to be, either. While the track record of reality isn't the greatest, There were ways around the risk. Consider: there was a potentially-finite time the multiverse would last without them, and we may be reaching the end of that time."
"There is a different time it would take for one of them to go bad."
"If they constrained themselves to majority vote, and added a 'roleback' state of their minds, to bring back any 'gone bad' Architects to their old selves, then the time it would take for them to become tyrants would be as long as it takes for all of them to go bad simultanously in the span of minutes by pure chance."
"This too can be avoided, by having the backup vote on whether they have gone bad. if they cannot go bad in half a week, they certainly cannot go bad, period."
"Parts of reality are bad. parts are good. but do you believe this to be a world designed maliciously, for evil directly and in force? That is not the world in which I think we live."
"But the Godmodders world? It, likely, would be a maliciously-designed one, of torment and hatred. Not for his intrinsic character, but for the fabric of Godmodding of which he is wrought."
"I think there are three types of worlds."
"There are the good worlds, with a god. We do not live in that world. Those are worlds where all are happy and meaningful, life is good. nobody dies meaninglessly. This path is not our path."
"There are the bad worlds, with a malicious deity. We do not, yet, live in that world. They are worlds of pain and torment, where good is punished and evil rewarded, where Godmodders are the Gods unopposed- but perhaps my example is biased? regarldess, this is not our path."
"If there were a true god, one of these worlds would almost certainly result. even with a simulation embedded, God would steer the contained world according to their desires."
"But... if one could follow the simulations math... and it painted a picture unopposed?"
"This is a question God, true or not, cannot change. It will never be, in a world with a just God, or a world with an evil God. But... again, but... what would the numbers show, if they were there?"
"We live in such a world. One birthed perhaps of hypothetical, or perhaps of natural law. We live in a world beyond the reach of God."
"And because of this, the world is what we will make it. When the Architects were fools, their foolishness saw potential die. When Satan created the Godmodders, his mistake saw untold quantities slain and slaved... though that might have been on purpose."
"When Players make their realms of suffering, there is pain. When a player acts for reasoned good, there is light."
"And For all this worlds Faults... for all the weaknesses and problems of a World beyond the reach of God, for all the flaws of a land wrought by chance..."
"This is still preferable to the malicious worlds. The land with only some lands of suffering, better then it as an infinite expanse."
"That is my stance, and I believe, if you truly thought, it would be yours, too."
"That said I cannot use my common morality argument because you have not opposed it. You're just too pessimistic, so pessimistic your expectations are genuinely undershooting reality. It's kind of remarkable, actually."
"Now, please don't block my next action. If the Godmodder wins, it will mean little, and if they fail, it is the first step on a road to saving all that is. So just let it be."

[1x] I build something similar to my infinite-storage stasis machine plan in a hole in the ground near the stasis machine,set up the simulator I need, using FTL signalling for infinite computation and so on,add a hookup field...
Then, I have the stasis machine catch anyone who dies and isn't an entity, and drop them into the hole (wherapon they will be still alive and in the simulator until the end of reality or dismantling of the hole), and also tell the machine (if i can control it enough to do so) to grab as many future deaths as it safely can (as there are no entities left, but it can probably hold more then it's holding, right?).
 
Opening my mouth to say anything, I find myself leaving my mouth open for a few seconds to realize that I don't have anything to say at the moment or how the Writer thinks of the current state of reality.

Stumped over what to say or think about, I simply sit on the sides as I prepare some refreshments and create some chairs and cushions for the other players or even the Writer if he doesn't mind having some lemonade or bottled water as it looks like this might be a lengthy debate.
 
First, I question whether roleplay posts are even allowed at this point, considering what's going down here is talking. Second I smack myself in the head.

"Son of a bitch, why the fuck did it slip my mind to do what Joe did? We still have Actions! Assuming the Writer isn't going to just spite us because he refuses to change his mind, we could still be doing some good outside of the battle!"

I then widen my eyes. "Shit. The Planes being ported in. We need to keep the destruction down. I know other Players are currently doing evacuations and emergency work themselves, but we need to make sure whatever is left isn't destroyed by the last few planes coming in!"

I take a deep breath, then decide to edit my previous post. Other people are bringing in refreshments. I rub my temples.

"I can't say I regret my other two actions, since they have a purpose of showing you some vital evidence, but I'll change my third one to keep helping people out. Mr. Writer- or do you have a degree or title I can call you next turn?" After hearing the response. "Look, Maybe we need a few infodumps. We're already making our opening arguments after reading your book, but that might be a bit jumping the gun. What we don't know is where you got your information and what your relation to the Godmodder is. Mind filling us in on those? Assuming you're even willing to hear us out?"

I then catch how accusatory I sound and sigh. "Sorry. I just have bad experiences with people being stubborn. They don't listen. They blow people off. They refuse to consider other people's points of view. I cannot remember a debate where the other person didn't outstubborn me. So my instincts default to assuming the other person just doesn't fucking care about opinions other than their own, because if they give up on their opinion... I honestly don't know. But they lose their shit if they're pushed and shut down when challenged in my experience. Which is categorically false, despite my Heart's protests."

I groan. "Great, i'm rambling. Sorry about that. With everyone arguing at once, it must be annoying. Need a 'Free Action' painkiller?"

I then blink. Then, using no Actions at all, since it's not affecting the field and immediate area, I proceed to give someone, somewhere in Reality a break they need to change for the better. Just to see if it works.

/Roleplay...?
 
Action Two: What have you been doing this whole time, Writer? You have the power to warp reality, and yet rather than try to fix it, you've abandoned it to pursue some longshot plan to rewrite reality. Your ability to rewrite what someone does with their action could have almost effortlessly defeated the Godmodder, and as has previously been established, destroying the Godmodder and ending the cycle would improve reality.
 
I decide to talk to the Author. And I'm going to be frank with him.

"I've seen Reality, and so have you. I've seen firsthand what happens when a Player's efforts persist beyond when they should. But most importantly, I've seen Verraad and his works. A vast swathe of land on Earth is quarantined because of him. Myriad planes of reality know nothing but war and tyranny because of him. Countless Players have fought and died facing him, and died again on the HEXAGONAFIELD, and died one last time amid the dark tortures of his Shadow Realm prisons."

"I've seen one of those prisons, from the inside. Its warden? Another player, just as much a prisoner as the rest of us. We tried to set him up well as we escaped, but there was nothing we could do. This was Verraad's work. And this was far from his only prison."

"You yourself admit that Godmodding corrupts, regardless of the intentions of its wielder. Given this, can you truly trust Verraad to make a better reality? Can you tell me, without a shadow of a doubt, that whatever Verraad would make from nothing will be better than what we might make from repairing the damage he has wrought?"

"We have faced Verraad. We have overcome insurmountable odds at every turn. We have faced all but the last of his Sealed Bosses, and all but one of them twice. We have seen how he corrupts Heaven and Hell, tricks and connives to use Players as pawns to build his armies. But we have gone further. We have removed all but one of his hit points. We have faced down two Reality-ending threats: a Deleter gone mad, and Go An Na himself. And each time we have emerged stronger, and wiser."

"Now, once again. Look me in the eye right now and tell me, without a shadow of a doubt, that Verraad, the most corrupt of all Godmodders, will do a better job fixing Reality than us. And when you can't, stand aside."
 
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[aleph] Leah stares upon the writer, effectively a decent embodiemnt of the despair and pain of the planes. And she waves a hand. "Uh, Hi. I'm Leah. This is Omniglot, floating beside me. Uh, what's your name? You didn't actually, uh, give it. I'm fairly sure your mom and pop weren't mean enough to literally name you 'The Writer.' I mean, all considered, you're not exactly here for helping us, but, like, given the situation, I'd rather just talk this one out. I think all of us are... Kinda forgetting the 101s of social interaction, though."

[bet] "They say hell is the lowest form of salvation. Even then, what's stopping Verraad from just having everything be as it was, except he's controlling all of it? Or, basically-someone who is basically competing for the late Prince of Lies in terms of atrocities per second in command of all of reality with an explicit love of doing stupid shit for stupid purposes, and you think his first reflex wouldn't be to make it worse instead of better? Or are you just so miserable that you, like... Like all of that was really just your wish to, I'unno, die?"

Leah pauses and realizes that was a pretty bad argument.

"...OK that was pretty bad and I apologize. I'm not a debater. I'm a teenage girl, and I don't think that magically changed overnight or anything. Hell I only got my throat in working order recently..."

Leah rubs her foot into the ground, and then her eyes light up.

"Oh, yeah! Uh, I know I didn't really partake in much of it at all, but thanks for, uh, writing the book, I guess? I mean. I completely disagree with the final 'truth' you keep insisting upon, but like, if it wasn't for someone who just blatantly put out all the wrong things with the world, I'm fairly sure none of us would have, uh, done anything about it. I didn't take a part in any of that... Hell, I kinda feel like I'm just kind of riding the coattails of success, even though I'm, well, here, with these legendary heroes of godly potential, fighting the Godmodder to his ugly face. But, like-seriously. A lot of the stuff you wrote about arguably only got fixed, err, because you wrote about it, because then it got our attention, and uh, well, you did say that our power was solving problems. They were... Big problems. Lemme just go down the list..."

"Players, and their werid glitchy nonsense? That's being covered by D.I.G.I, an ensouled entity made by Alastair. I wasn't paying attention, I was trying to remember things. Again-I kind of wish I was more active in affairs, but I had to get my life and memories in order, and then I tried volunteering myself to deal with the issue of the Planes colliding... Getting off track. IN any case, those weird creational things that Players do are going to get cleaned up."

"Godmodders? Alice's Soul Orb-Alice being Verraad's apprentice in case you didn't know-has been successfully locked up. Her own power over Godmodding has been purged from her, by herself, and she's away from the fighting now. IN other words-it appears that it'll all just vanish. We've actually broken the cycle. All we need now is Verraad dead as a doornail, and bam! Not only is Godmodding dead, it can't even come back because Satan's also dead."

"Go An Na is... I wasn't there for that, again, but I hear we gave him a right asskicking. AS it turns out, we are in the first loop-or, rather, there's no longer any chance of any stupid looping as these lunatics rolled over Go An Na and his godawful second chance like a bulldozer. I'd ask these guys for the details."

"If there's anything else-we can, you know, deal with it. And please-don't say this is that kind of logical fallacy where you've already come so far and shouldn't stop now. That's a load of balonga."

[gimel] Leah rubs her foot into the ground. "I don't really have much else to say right now, but, I was telling a story, before you came here, err, my story, though I think I got caught up in all the memories and just stayed silent for a while. I'm not sure if you care for all this debating and talking and reading-if you really have this 'rewrite' power anyways.You probably do and you'll probably like change the color of this block of text to prove it... What did I just say? I'm sorry, uh, care to listen? ... I guess you might not. I'm going to tell it anyways, I think a few of the other guys are. Where was I? Oh, yeah, just after Grimm."

For the sake of all sanity, Leah will inform the Writer of her story thus far if he cares to listen, but I won't re-write it here as that'd probably beef up this post by a massive factor without real necessity.

So, shortly after meeting Grimm and deciding to listen to the 'old man voice' about fixing a problem, our stumbling throughout the various planes became far less pleasureable. Keep in mind-we didn't have any clue what was going on, where or when we were, and we were still clueless enough to not really realize what time it was or when it was or anything like that. We were just following the local rules.

So it kind of came as a massive shock when I started seeing my face on wanted posters after our next stop. Those fanatical gryphon knights were still chasing us and we only barely lost the trial, and suddenly we're in their turf? Or whatever? Either way, I can tell you its a hell of a feeling to look at your own face on a wanted poster, see it listed for crimes you didn't commit, and have a bounty that'd probably bankrupt the Corporation to get or whatever. Given all the talk and shit, I figured that this had something to do with the Godmodder-and given how Godmodders are, I figure this was something to do with him specifically. Grimm and Meghan had posters too, but not nearly as many as I did-which I dont' think I quite recognized.

I forget what that plane was like, the plane i first saw those posters. we just relalized we needed to bail, and bail we did-into a portal into another realm where we were wanted, and our attempt at escape only tipped off the authorities. We were knocked unconscious as soon as we stepped through. I thought it was just game over right then and there, until I woke up in some kind of prison and was politely informed that I'd be taking part in gladiator games for the next fifty years to 'earn my freedom back' yeah right.

I... I freaked out. I wasn't particularly graceful. I banged on walls and shit and screamed and yelled that I was innocent and got laughed at a lot by the others. It was terrifying-my life in the hands of others who didn't care at all. And it was totally unfair. The insect weirdos that butchered my school, the gryphon knights that were hunting me down, and now the gladiator managers-or I'unno what they're called! Again. Teenager. The point was that it was all weird and unfair and I thought I was just going to sit there and die.

... I remember the next part very, very well. It was the 'old man voice' again, and this time he didn't wait for me to be unconscious. "That sure didn't take long..."

"What didn't? Getting overwhelemed and captured?"

"Basically. They organized quickly in response... I figured my connection to you wasn't being monitored, but I assume I shouldn't underestimate a dedicated enemy."

"The Godmodder?" I asked. I realize I was talking out loud and would've looked crazy, but whatever-that wasn't important right then and there.

"Not him. Just an entity-a summons to ensure such communications wouldn't go unnoticed. A way to fish for vulnerabilities and intelligence."

"... So its over then. I'm going to fight and die in a glatiatorial arena and probably wind up being forced to-"

"Actually its even worse than that. THey're not aware you're only wanted dead. You have a very limited amount of time to escape before the Ignition Gryphon Paladin Squadron catches up. Yes that's what they're called, and they will definitely kill you and possibly kill everyone on the plane for ensuring your survival."

That... Wasn't pleasant to hear.

"... Oh, oh god. Oh god oh god oh god."

"Calm down! I'm not totally unable to help you from here. In fact I have a convenient opportunity for you. I'll give you the power to break out of here and bust out your friends, and then give you the power to find me. There's a catch, though."

"I'll take it, screw the catch! I can't-"

"Two things. A, never 'screw' the catch. Even modest little details can eviscerate you if you're being careless like that. I've been burned several times by such lopsided contracts and nefarious little details. Its always the things unnoticed that destroy you. B, the catch with this is that my aid would basically wave a gigantic sign on your back. It wouldn't matter much now-they already know where you are, its just a matter of them getting there. But with that power, they'll know where you are at all times, and the IGPS is only their vanguard. Even then, you might be fooled into thinking you're invincible with what I'm going to grant, but you'd only be roughly equal to your friend Meghan with what I've given you, at the rate she's progressing... Which means the IGPS is still dangerously undefeatable as far as you should concern yoruselves, as would be whatever else is thrown your way."

"Better than dying!"

"Heh, don't need to tell me twice... Oh and it'll hurt like hell. Sorry, no time for a pleasent integration."

"No pain no gain!"

"... Alright. My knowledge of the gladiatorial pit you have found yourself in means that your first match will be in five minutes. There won't be any warning-you'll just be abruptly teleported into the arena and made to fight. Or, there wouldn't be. Once they're getting ready for it, I'll know, and I'll begin the process-oh, huh. How handy. They've accelerated your timecard."

"What?"

"Brace yourself."

I was about to repeat myself...

... But then... Well, I felt this thing on my back. Felt very much like something was crawling on it at first, but then I felt... Pain. Searing, agonizing pain. My arm-I swear to god, my arm just kind of suddenly grasped my mouth when I tried to scream, because hell it hur.t, it hurt. It was like everything was just on fire back there. I think I saw my blood start to pool on the ground, and things were kind of lighting up behind me, but I couldn't turn around to see what else was going on, all I could focus on was the pain. My spine was squirming-something felt very wrong back there. My head was swimming-blazing-I had, basically, the worst headache in the world and it burned. I was crying, I think. It just hurt. It hurt too much.

I don't know how long it took. It just felt like it took forever.

There was this awful buzzing noise just as things were receeding a bit. I felt very strange-like there was something attached to me that wouldn't go away. I felt dizzy, I felt exhausted but invigorated at the same time? I fell flat on my ass pretty fast-felt something under it, metallic and cold. I almost didn't care, I just needed to breathe, it was so much. I was still crying. It just hurt.

"... My condolences, I knew that was going to be agony. For what its worth you are now completely immune to back problems, on top of everything else. For what to do now-Just rip straight towards the opposite wall when the fighting starts. Meghan and Grimm are stored in cells roughly a few decameters from the ring."

And then another buzzing noise. I think I managed to just get to my feet and have my arm start obeying my commands.

"After that, bolt-head sixty kilometers north and from there seventy northwest, then cross the mountain pass. Do not stop until you're in the mountain pass and take the low road whenever possible. Do not split up, and you'll only be a day ahead of the gryphons so don't stop. And make sure you collect some blueberries, you'll need them to reach the correct location. I'll be going silent now-there's something I need to do."

A third buzzing noise-everything went white. I was on my feet. Technique ring on my finger, boots for kicking, a fire extinguisher in my hands. A roaring crowd, broad daylight right in my face, and some half-dozen pile of chumps that were looking at me like deer in the headlights. Big old ring of doom, almost ripped from the romans-I could even see this fanciful little draped box where some guy with a crown was sitting. The crowd got really quiet real fast.

And now i really felt it. Like. I felt the thing on my back. they weren't on my back anymore-they were spreading out, like if I was cramped up and suddenly got a chance to flex, and I say 'I' because I realize that it was me. The things on my back-they were like limbs. They were me, in the sense that my arm is me. And they were flexing automatically but they were mine. I could move them. I could... I could fly with them. I could fight with them. And it all just kind of came-how I could use them, how I could fire a laser with them, how they could be used as swords, all these things just flitering into my head in a sudden rush! It wasn't even knowledge, most of it-more like this freak instinct, the kind that reminds you how to move and run and breathe.

So I guess that's just the story of how some random teenage girl got her crazy metallic death wings.

Leah pauses, and puts a hand to her temple. Omniglot chimes in. "The Operator has no memory problems at this point in time. All data has successfully been decompiled. However, parsing is difficult. For those interested-please be patient. Projected outcome is the full report on all data leading up to the Operator's apperance in the Hexagonafield shortly before the raid on the Bank of Actions and subsequent events."



Any other actions, assuming that actions matter, go send themselves to other players, distant though they may be, to stop the catastrophic planar collisions threatening to KO existence before the Tribulations do.
 
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(x3)I Also Summon some drinks and comfy seating arrangements for the debate, however, I also infuse a tiny bit of Hope into the seats and drinks for our Players, making them better speakers in this circumstance...I need to find a certain Video for this....
 
Action 3: Hello, Writer. I'm here to see your future.

Really, Aster? Waiting until the last possible second to help?

The Godmodder's got anti-precog scrambling. I wouldn't do much of anything until after he left.

He'll probably overwrite this action, making this a dead timeline.

Statistically speaking, most of my life experiences comes from dead timelines. I'm pretty good at making the most of them.

What exactly are you going to accomplish?

This.

I reach into the future (or, at least, a version of it). As predicted, the debate against the Writer takes a while, but there are a few notable nuggets, good arguments that are highly effective at convincing the Writer. I grab three of the most effective arguments from the future and present them to the Writer, shortening this debate significantly.

Hey, Writer? I know you can rewrite this, make it never happen, but I also know you'll have to read them first. Ask yourself this question: if you're willing to listen to what we have to say in the present, why would you be unwilling to listen to what we have to say in the future?
 
"...... I dun do debates, and not smart enough to actually attempt to get past him. Soooooo, I'll just do a meaningless action so that he doesn't care enough to change it, yeah, that's an idea. Also, isn't trying to remake reality towards a goal a purpose in of itself, and provides your life meaning? You might get asked this a lot, but I wanna know."

With my three actions, I focus and...... create a jawbreaker shield, it's original round appearance has been cut in 1/3 of its size and hollowed out, but it's sheer size still allows me to cover most of my arm like a Hurstwic. It's also always slightly chilled to the touch and has a strap made of licorice that I can strap onto my arm.

I then proceed to eat my popcorn, while watching the debates and shows take place. "Don't mind me, just enjoying the show for now"
 
I have super bones and no way am i risking their use now.

I use my first cp to teleport to the Writer and then speak,
Why do you even consider the godmodder's plan
You still have hopes and desires
Somewhere hidden deep inside
You were gonna ask for something from the godmodder
What was it
Maybe if you help us we can do it for you
Not everything required the universe ending option
This is a permanent end of everything even you

And even though i look weird as hell with my three eyes and pale skin my friends here accept me
So they'll accept all of you too
And they will surely help you

We don't need to do this
This fight is entirely pointless


Also i have a small doubt how can you be such a supported of this moronic Godmodder
He's not even really interested in actually changing things for the better

All his actions have been selfish
He had all that power handed to him
And look how he behaves

I'd say he's a prime example of the saying absolute power corrupts absolutely

Our reality has problems
But we have free will
We are getting better
Don't see the small picture
We are growing devoloping ever changing
Conflict is part of life
It is what makes us grow
conflict of opinions will always exist as long as humans have free will
But it is with the same free will that humans chose to rise above their instincts and do good
And work together

Our world such as it is allows for all of us to live free
That to me is precious

With all this freedom
The majority of us is always trying to do good
In our own ways
So have some faith in the people
and more importantly
Wonder whyy the godmodder would even care
If it wasn't for some selfish reason


with my 2 cp
I LOOK at the godmodder and his peice of paper
Maybe I'll be able to see what's Written there

Help me ,so that i can help you Writer
 
"Right, we don't have time for this." ES muttered. "So I guess I'll have to get right into it."

"You're really ignoring your own research here, Sir Writer." Amelia pointed out.

"The Godmodders' personality will often be unique at the beginning of any Godmodder's reign, but slowly become corrupted as time goes by. Some Godmodders started off with legitimately good intentions. One even decided to use their abilities to kill the main Godmodder, then kill themselves before they took a protege (discussed in a moment). However, that of course did not pan out. Good intentions never do. Power corrupts, and the incredible power of Godmodders corrupts incredibly. Godmodders always inevitably sink deeper and deeper into villainy, losing more and more of their humanity, as time goes on. This is partially attributable to the power Godmodders possess enabling them to stop caring, and partially attributable to power granted from Satan - however much it may change - always corrupting." ES read aloud from the Truth.

"No matter the circumstances, it is the height of foolishness to imagine that the new reality will be any better than this one." The pair had now gotten into the pattern of handing off to each other in a duet.

"I've been in your position before, especially when I got mindwhacked and showed up here. But even I realised when I learned what the endgame was that it was sort of my duty to throw down the gauntlet and put a stop to this."

"I know what it's like to be hopeless, but I also know that at least this will pass, eventually. And there's also the chance things may get better. Do you think that will be the case in the new world?"

"You're entitled to despair and you're entitled to sit out of this entire conflict, but I'm afraid you have everything a bit backwards, results wise."

"Do you wish to imagine Verraad's future realm? Then you should envisage this: a boot stamping on a human face - forever."

"Think about it. You have an immortal, unkillable tyrant who is completely mad with power, beyond totally corrupted. He can summon immensely powerful forces utterly loyal to himself, and will have set up reality so nothing could even hope to challenge him. Helped by his powers allowing him to set up a truly omniscient surveillance state. Reality right now is a bit shit, but what about this seems even remotely like an improvement to you?"

"That ignores the fact that it seems to me like we are about to break the so-called cycle over our knees."

"Like, come on man. Don't be stupid about this."
 
I use all of my actions to strengthen my argument.

"Writer, listen to us. You think the godmodder's going to do anything to make the world a better place?"

I holster my weapons.

"Just take a look at his track record, and you'll see he's not exactly a great person. He doesn't care about anyone except himself. He's going to destroy us all, and whatever takes our place isn't going to be much better under his rule. I don't even want to imagine what life in his reality would be like..."

I sigh.

"Look, we don't want to fight you. We're close to breaking this cycle of misery. Victory is so close, all we need to do is reach out and take it. But we really need you to stand aside. That's all we need from you. We promise, when we leave, things will be better. The cycle of godmodding will be over. All the reality-warping wars it causes will stop. No more pain, no more suffering. We have the power to end this."

I extend a hand toward the Writer.

"Please, let us end this."
 
I swing Ultimo Durana into to my back sheath and sigh. "Y'know, like you, I've imagined a new reality. However, it was more one of peace and infinity rather than death and nothing. The Godmodder is the later. He wants that later reality to break this cycle. HOWEVER, we can end this cycle with the former too. Not as easily, for sure, but we believe we can do it. I hope we can work together... you are a hell of a lot better at making realities physical than my imagination is."
 
I call upon the power of ducks, and ask them to create a shifting "safe conditional" that will allow us to defend ourselves from The Writer! This can be anything, and can be multiple things, like "Write your post backwards and somehow include a Chaos Daemon, twenty black holes, and a game of golf!". The more of the conditionals you fill, the less likely the Writer is to be able to edit your post! The conditionals change at the end of each turn, and would you look at that, the conditionals for this turn are "Be FlamingFlapjacks and color your post yellow."
 
I make a point to charge really obviously
You know, sparkles, fireworks, and spontaneous confetti. Sure the Writer is convinced Reality is doomed and the Godmodder will succeed...but I'm not letting those falsehoods interrupt my future plans. (x1)

With the Redirifle in my grasp, I provide myself with an attack redirector. (x1)

Pulling out the Mopium I have in my inventory I get to work creating an anti-nihilism splash potion. Mopium is supposed to possess anti-depression capabilities and by adding some additional chemicals and liquid happiness I'm converting it to a more useful form. Fortunately, Mopium is easy to safely turn into a liquid. All you need is an industrial piston and the aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. (x1)
 
................
I sheathe my weapons.
...........a debate huh?
...........................................
Guys? any ideas?
nope.
no.
nope.
Nah.
no...
no.
I think I may have one.
You do?
I think so.

Action 1-3: I go to the writer. I pull out a book on best debates. I read up on some and I just say, "Is graffiti art just as worthy of regard as classical paintings?"
 
I decide to find a wall to lean against and keep an eye on the Verraad as the other debate with The Writer over whether or not there is any hope. 'Well I guess if you are around long enough and witness so much in what was up until now a never ending fight between the Godmodders and the Players you are bound to start thinking rather pessimistically about the nature of reality and perhaps go off the deep end if you have no one around to help keep you grounded.' I think to myself as I find a wall and lean against it.

From my spot I can keep an eye on the Verraad in case they attempt to do something about the debate that is going on. 'While I guess I could try joining the debate myself, I am not really a hopeful person myself and I tend to see things rather pessimistic light myself so in I might just end up hurting the debate if I tried, better I just keep out of it.' I think to myself as I passively listen to some of the arguments being made as I watch what Verraad is up to and prepare to try and stop any attempts by them to interrupt the debate or send something else nasty our way.
 
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    • Crusher48 said:
    Action 1: Most of the horror of this reality comes from the Godmodder himself. After his arrival on Earth, everything on Earth has gotten worse. Before, we had crackpot dictators, dumb presidents, and the odd criminal. But afterwards?

    His arrival made a massive chunk of the planet uninhabitable. Every time he got past the barrier designed to keep him in the uninhabitable area, more people died. The arms race between Player and Godmodder resulted in a distribution of technology that destabilized the remaining world, and the Players couldn't deal with those issues (partly because players are weaker outside the proximity of a godmodder, and partly because they were busy fighting a worse threat).

    Thus, why would the Godmodder make reality better? What if he decides that his ideal reality is one where everyone is constantly tortured for his amusement? Would that truly be better than the current reality? And would it be better than the reality that would have happened had he never appeared?

    For that matter, if you believe reality needs to be rewritten, why have Verraad do it? Why not rewrite it yourself? Or share the power with everyone and let them work together to form the best reality possible?
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    The Writer: Before? No. The Godmodders have always harassed Earth. If they didn't attack Earth, they'd attack somewhere else.

    The Writer: The little people of Reality have to bear the burdens thrust upon them by the great and powerful forces far above them. The Godmodder has always been one of those burdens.

    The Writer: At least if there was only one ruling force, then the Godmodder would eventually perish. And then, the denizens of the new Reality could grow on their own.

    The Writer: I would do it myself, but... I'm not strong enough. This is the only way.

    -2% Nihilism!

    Ender_Smirk said:
    "You gave him God's Critical Soul Weakness, as found from the Ruins, didn't you?"
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    The Writer turns to stare at you.

    The Writer: Very astute. An excellent guess - and an educated one too, not a lucky one.

    The Writer: Yes. That's what I gave him.

    The Writer: Of course, in order to counter it, you'll still need to figure out exactly what it is.

    That-Random-Guy said:
    Opening shot: The soul orb will soon be shattered. The cycle of Godmodders will end. That much pain, that much sorrow, all the horrors of the Godmodders will not continue.

    Also, us Players have created a entity fully capable of cleaning up all the nastiness left behind by the wars between players and godmodders, so with time that too will end.

    Putting aside all the existing joys and good things in Reality that I'm sure my fellow Players will tell you about, things will get better, and soon.
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    The Writer: You really believe in Alice? You really think she'll uphold her end of the bargain? You've seen how she fades in and out of being reasonable. She's on the same slow downward spiral every Godmodder goes through.

    The Writer: This isn't the first time people have come oh-so-close to breaking the cycle. But always, it continues. A good effort, but not enough.

    -2% nihilism!

    (The Writer isn't taking much nihilism damage... following up and countering The Writer's counters allows you to be much more effective!

    Dragon of Hope?!? said:
    "You claim that everything is currently hopeless? What about what you are doing right now, don't you think that instead of helping the Godmodder, you should instead be doing something that will help alleviate the hopelessness? Because the opposite of that is helping the Godmodder. While he will create a new reality if he wins, whos to say it will have more hope, rather than less? Who is to say, that he will not just create a new reality, filled with slaves forced to obey his will, or will only have mindless creatures, which means there will be no hope nor hopelessness. Instead of helping him, you should help this reality. The Godmodder has made millions, possibly billions feel hopeless, whereas we are trying to give everyone hope and win this battle. It's even in my name, Dragon Of Hope. So help us defeat the Godmodder, and hope should be well on its way to being restored to almost everyone."
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    The Writer: Hope? You claim to represent hope? Hope amidst everything?

    The Writer: Tell me then. What have you done for hope?

    (An opening?)

    Alastair Dragovich said:
    "Um." I point in the general direction of the Godmodder. "Why are you helping him when he didn't even hear out your request just now? Also, please explain why you think that someone who hates everyone so much that he'd rather kill them all rather than leave anyone alive in the new Universe to enjoy hope and a life without suffering would remove the concepts of suffering and hopelessness? If he's still just as powerful and hateful there, he might very well create misery and people to experience it for his amusement with no one any the wiser."

    Then I use an Action! I summon a chunk of wood.

    I pull out my X-Blade! And sit down.

    I then use my next Action! To carve a cute little statue of D.I.G.I.

    "Hey, look at this! A Wood carving of my little girl! An entity whose purpose is to bring proper endings to anything Playermade and deal with them properly... then just go and live her life. But you know, she only gets to resolve one of your chapters of problematic Truths if she lives. Which she won't if the Godmodder kills us all."

    Then, with my final Action!

    I create some delicious tea.

    "Want some tea while we debate?" I offer him a cup.

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    I strike through my above Action when realize that I could be solving some problems in Reality while I wait. I'd have kept the Tea and offer for tea, you see, but Winkins decided to provide refreshments and there are bigger concerns. I decide as an opening gambit to solve the problem of the dwindling space in the Soul Orb, since if everything in reality is ported into here, it'll be crushed and kill everyone/everything anyway.

    I proceed to use the 4th Spacial dimension and to shunt some of the uninhabited/dangerous Planes/Universes/Areas-of-importance into spots where the 4th Spacial Dimension and 3rd Spacial Dimension is empty simultaneously. It should act like Sci-fi Space Pockets: Anything being ported in won't have to worry about what's technically not there since they'll be in the 'space pockets'.
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    The Writer: People are already miserable and hopeless in this Reality! If the Godmodder makes a new one, there's at least a chance for improvement.

    The sci-fi space pockets clear a little extra room for the people of Reality.

    The Writer: D.I.G.I... this is new to me.

    The Writer: Player Powers can be used for joy as well as suffering, healing as well as hurting, that is true...

    The Writer: But. Players as a whole are too selfish to use them for this purpose!

    The Writer: You've decided to "do some good" the moment doing good becomes relevant for your personal goal of dissuading me. I don't see how that's supposed to convince me.

    -7% Nihilism! The revelation of D.I.G.I made him soften up for a moment...

    Ranger_Strider_ said:
    I just start creating comfy chairs and a table with drinks for the Writer and those who debate him. I slide a cooler with various drinks near the table before turning to the Writer. You can rewrite Reality yes? Can't you help mold this Reality for the better? There are plenty of problems I realize, but there are potential ways to solve them. Your strength being one of them.
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    The Writer: My Reality-rewriting powers have utility, but are ultimately inferior to the powers you possess. They are difficult to use offensively.

    The Writer: At one point in the past, I tried. Tried to fight for good, and tear down some of these overpoweringly evil systems...

    The Writer: During that time, I realized how hopeless of an endeavor it was.

    -3% Nihilism!

    The quiet watcher said:
    The quiet watcher sighs as he begins talking, charging up CP with all of his actions as he did so.

    "You know, I don't get it. You claim you can rewrite anything, yet your book was full of enough holes in your logic that JOEbobobob wants to sue you for at least five different charges of slander. Let me repeat that: JOEbobobob wants to sue you for slander. Your claims were full of nonsense, not in that they were implausible, but for the lines that were false. Your logic holds no rational information, yet you took them as far as you could without changing your perception. It's as though..." He paused as he gave the Writer a second look, one full of pity.

    "You can't get it, can you? Your ability to adapt to the world is nonexistent, likely something that never was. You can't accept that things can change, or at least you can't believe that the very fabric of the world isn't Fated for a terrible end, let alone that Fate doesn't exist in a form that influences everyone. Instead, you pushed your ability to see everything and seemingly decided that Nihilism wasn't extreme enough, and chose to end everything instead of doing something more productive when you encountered Veraad, or whatever the fool's name was." He shook his head at that thought.

    "Still, even if you had decided to do that much, you don't get what true nothing is. My job before I was roped into all of this was watching the edges, keeping an eye on existence itself, and ensuring that nothing remained outside of it all. I have seen nothing in all of its forms. I know beyond anything else that there's no good reasoning to wish anyone such a fate, and while I cannot recall why I chose to fight against the Godmodder in the first place, the fact that he wishes to render all other life in existence into nothing is why I remained and fought. If you want to die to the point where you wished to be rendered into nothing, with no traces of yourself left amidst existance, I'd say that you don't get what that truly means. So, tell me..." He trailed off for a moment as he watched the Writer, ears clear of anything that would hinder the response.

    "Were you born like this, or were you made this way by what you did with yourself? What made you into the Writer?"
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    The Writer: JOEbob wants to sue everyone for everything... clearly you didn't read "The Truth about JOEbob" bonus chapter.

    The Writer: That said... nothing...

    The Writer: Surely, nothing is better than the eternal suffering that is Reality? SURELY?

    The Writer: As for what I am... I used to be idealistic. I used to believe things could be changed.

    The Writer: Then I tried to fight against Evacucorp. I believed it would be the first good part of a larger campaign.

    The Writer: I learned so much there. And suffered much, too. After 8 years stuck waiting in lines, you have a lot of time to think. Too much.

    -3% nihilism!

    JOEbobobob said:
    [2x] (This is two actions; my confronting him with his books badness, and after the spoiler, my explaining why he's too pessimistic. a [1x] in the middle would break the flow, so... yeah. )Also i stab myself for thinking I can attack The Writer.
    <if there's even a slim chance of the below Doing anything, I will be spending an action on it next turn or as soon as feasible.>
    You don't get to know whether there's a slim chance of anything. Do it or don't.
    "This is my argument for why your work, 'The Truth', is a violation of all basic journalistic integrity."
    "and also, yanno, not 'The Truth'."
    "Another thing worth noting? You're ridiculously pessimistic. You have some points, sure. I guess. But you overplay the bad. There are gods which care. there are players which do, too. One of my earlier acts in my tenure as a player? I saw there was an 'Eternal Stasis Machine', and I replaced that Eternal Sleep with Eternal Paradise (up to the limits of my action, i suppose.) for everything I then knew to exist in the world."
    "Aside from once or twice, I did not have sentient entities, so they did not suffer (and those that were sentient, came from shenanigans, not my own actions.)."
    "The Architects were not the wisest to be, either. While the track record of reality isn't the greatest, There were ways around the risk. Consider: there was a potentially-finite time the multiverse would last without them, and we may be reaching the end of that time."
    "There is a different time it would take for one of them to go bad."
    "If they constrained themselves to majority vote, and added a 'roleback' state of their minds, to bring back any 'gone bad' Architects to their old selves, then the time it would take for them to become tyrants would be as long as it takes for all of them to go bad simultanously in the span of minutes by pure chance."
    "This too can be avoided, by having the backup vote on whether they have gone bad. if they cannot go bad in half a week, they certainly cannot go bad, period."
    "Parts of reality are bad. parts are good. but do you believe this to be a world designed maliciously, for evil directly and in force? That is not the world in which I think we live."
    "But the Godmodders world? It, likely, would be a maliciously-designed one, of torment and hatred. Not for his intrinsic character, but for the fabric of Godmodding of which he is wrought."
    "I think there are three types of worlds."
    "There are the good worlds, with a god. We do not live in that world. Those are worlds where all are happy and meaningful, life is good. nobody dies meaninglessly. This path is not our path."
    "There are the bad worlds, with a malicious deity. We do not, yet, live in that world. They are worlds of pain and torment, where good is punished and evil rewarded, where Godmodders are the Gods unopposed- but perhaps my example is biased? regarldess, this is not our path."
    "If there were a true god, one of these worlds would almost certainly result. even with a simulation embedded, God would steer the contained world according to their desires."
    "But... if one could follow the simulations math... and it painted a picture unopposed?"
    "This is a question God, true or not, cannot change. It will never be, in a world with a just God, or a world with an evil God. But... again, but... what would the numbers show, if they were there?"
    "We live in such a world. One birthed perhaps of hypothetical, or perhaps of natural law. We live in a world beyond the reach of God."
    "And because of this, the world is what we will make it. When the Architects were fools, their foolishness saw potential die. When Satan created the Godmodders, his mistake saw untold quantities slain and slaved... though that might have been on purpose."
    "When Players make their realms of suffering, there is pain. When a player acts for reasoned good, there is light."
    "And For all this worlds Faults... for all the weaknesses and problems of a World beyond the reach of God, for all the flaws of a land wrought by chance..."
    "This is still preferable to the malicious worlds. The land with only some lands of suffering, better then it as an infinite expanse."
    "That is my stance, and I believe, if you truly thought, it would be yours, too."
    "That said I cannot use my common morality argument because you have not opposed it. You're just too pessimistic, so pessimistic your expectations are genuinely undershooting reality. It's kind of remarkable, actually."
    "Now, please don't block my next action. If the Godmodder wins, it will mean little, and if they fail, it is the first step on a road to saving all that is. So just let it be."

    [1x] I build something similar to my infinite-storage stasis machine plan in a hole in the ground near the stasis machine,set up the simulator I need, using FTL signalling for infinite computation and so on,add a hookup field...
    Then, I have the stasis machine catch anyone who dies and isn't an entity, and drop them into the hole (wherapon they will be still alive and in the simulator until the end of reality or dismantling of the hole), and also tell the machine (if i can control it enough to do so) to grab as many future deaths as it safely can (as there are no entities left, but it can probably hold more then it's holding, right?).
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    The Writer: Eternal paradise? More like, "eternal placation". You might as well have just set up an automated amphetamine injector, that would have been about the same moral weight as setting up a simulated paradise.

    The Writer: Don't pretend that you're some kind of hero, JOEbob. Through all your incarnations, you've been more concerned with looking good than doing good.

    The Writer: The Architects... Could of. Would of. Should of. Whatever. Hindsight is 20/20. Majority votes won't change that they had more power than anything else. Too much power.

    The Writer: Are you saying... that no matter what world the Godmodder makes... it will definitely be worse than our world now?

    The Writer: The evil in our world is insidious... fueled by apathy and self-righteousness... but is that worse than pure malice...?

    The Writer: No. It can't be. This world, this Reality, it's too horrible...

    Critical Argument! -10% nihilism!

    Winkins said:
    Opening my mouth to say anything, I find myself leaving my mouth open for a few seconds to realize that I don't have anything to say at the moment or how the Writer thinks of the current state of reality.

    Stumped over what to say or think about, I simply sit on the sides as I prepare some refreshments and create some chairs and cushions for the other players or even the Writer if he doesn't mind having some lemonade or bottled water as it looks like this might be a lengthy debate.
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    The Writer: Thanks...

    -1% nihilism!

    Alastair Dragovich said:
    First, I question whether roleplay posts are even allowed at this point, considering what's going down here is talking. Second I smack myself in the head.

    "Son of a bitch, why the fuck did it slip my mind to do what Joe did? We still have Actions! Assuming the Writer isn't going to just spite us because he refuses to change his mind, we could still be doing some good outside of the battle!"

    I then widen my eyes. "Shit. The Planes being ported in. We need to keep the destruction down. I know other Players are currently doing evacuations and emergency work themselves, but we need to make sure whatever is left isn't destroyed by the last few planes coming in!"

    I take a deep breath, then decide to edit my previous post. Other people are bringing in refreshments. I rub my temples.

    "I can't say I regret my other two actions, since they have a purpose of showing you some vital evidence, but I'll change my third one to keep helping people out. Mr. Writer- or do you have a degree or title I can call you next turn?" After hearing the response. "Look, Maybe we need a few infodumps. We're already making our opening arguments after reading your book, but that might be a bit jumping the gun. What we don't know is where you got your information and what your relation to the Godmodder is. Mind filling us in on those? Assuming you're even willing to hear us out?"

    I then catch how accusatory I sound and sigh. "Sorry. I just have bad experiences with people being stubborn. They don't listen. They blow people off. They refuse to consider other people's points of view. I cannot remember a debate where the other person didn't outstubborn me. So my instincts default to assuming the other person just doesn't fucking care about opinions other than their own, because if they give up on their opinion... I honestly don't know. But they lose their shit if they're pushed and shut down when challenged in my experience. Which is categorically false, despite my Heart's protests."

    I groan. "Great, i'm rambling. Sorry about that. With everyone arguing at once, it must be annoying. Need a 'Free Action' painkiller?"

    I then blink. Then, using no Actions at all, since it's not affecting the field and immediate area, I proceed to give someone, somewhere in Reality a break they need to change for the better. Just to see if it works.

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    The Writer: Degree or Title? "The" is fine.

    The Writer: Where I got my information? Well, there were many sources. I initially became curious reading the pamphlets in Evacucorp's various waiting rooms.

    The Writer: Later on, I went on journeys spanning many Planes to gather the rest of the information. I've done too many different things to count.

    The Writer: At some point, I learned of the Godmodder, and met with him in private as I was finishing my work. And so I received my final assignment.

    The Writer: ...I must say, I agree that debate can be truly exhausting. Maybe you can convince other listeners (who already agreed with you to start), but can you convince who you're talking to? Mmf...

    The Writer: But. I am your enemy, not your debate club partner! I expected you to attack me, why aren't you?

    Crusher48 said:
    Action Two: What have you been doing this whole time, Writer? You have the power to warp reality, and yet rather than try to fix it, you've abandoned it to pursue some longshot plan to rewrite reality. Your ability to rewrite what someone does with their action could have almost effortlessly defeated the Godmodder, and as has previously been established, destroying the Godmodder and ending the cycle would improve reality.
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    The Writer: Effortlessly? No. You've seen how statistically weak I am. Against the Godmodder, I couldn't stand up long term. Even against you, I couldn't last forever... long enough to buy the Godmodder the time he needs, but not forever.

    The Writer: I am mortal, mostly. There is far, far too much for me to ever fix.

    -2% nihilism!

    Karpinsky said:
    I decide to talk to the Author. And I'm going to be frank with him.

    "I've seen Reality, and so have you. I've seen firsthand what happens when a Player's efforts persist beyond when they should. But most importantly, I've seen Verraad and his works. A vast swathe of land on Earth is quarantined because of him. Myriad planes of reality know nothing but war and tyranny because of him. Countless Players have fought and died facing him, and died again on the HEXAGONAFIELD, and died one last time amid the dark tortures of his Shadow Realm prisons."

    "I've seen one of those prisons, from the inside. Its warden? Another player, just as much a prisoner as the rest of us. We tried to set him up well as we escaped, but there was nothing we could do. This was Verraad's work. And this was far from his only prison."

    "You yourself admit that Godmodding corrupts, regardless of the intentions of its wielder. Given this, can you truly trust Verraad to make a better reality? Can you tell me, without a shadow of a doubt, that whatever Verraad would make from nothing will be better than what we might make from repairing the damage he has wrought?"

    "We have faced Verraad. We have overcome insurmountable odds at every turn. We have faced all but the last of his Sealed Bosses, and all but one of them twice. We have seen how he corrupts Heaven and Hell, tricks and connives to use Players as pawns to build his armies. But we have gone further. We have removed all but one of his hit points. We have faced down two Reality-ending threats: a Deleter gone mad, and Go An Na himself. And each time we have emerged stronger, and wiser."

    "Now, once again. Look me in the eye right now and tell me, without a shadow of a doubt, that Verraad, the most corrupt of all Godmodders, will do a better job fixing Reality than us. And when you can't, stand aside."
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    The Writer: You... think you can fix Reality...?

    The Writer: What have you done so far? You can't be so naive as to think you'll still have Player Powers at the end of all this...

    -3% nihilism! What have you done so far, hmm...

    DanganMachin said:
    Finally back from my vacations ! I hope I missed nothing : P

    1. ''Isn't helping the godmodder against your nihilism since it gives you a purpose ?''
    2.
    https://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/nihilism.png
    3.''Nihilism sucks by the way''
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    The Writer: There's always a relevant xkcd... curse you, Dangan_Machin...

    -2% nihilism!

    The_Nonexistent_Tazz said:
    [aleph] Leah stares upon the writer, effectively a decent embodiemnt of the despair and pain of the planes. And she waves a hand. "Uh, Hi. I'm Leah. This is Omniglot, floating beside me. Uh, what's your name? You didn't actually, uh, give it. I'm fairly sure your mom and pop weren't mean enough to literally name you 'The Writer.' I mean, all considered, you're not exactly here for helping us, but, like, given the situation, I'd rather just talk this one out. I think all of us are... Kinda forgetting the 101s of social interaction, though."

    [bet] "They say hell is the lowest form of salvation. Even then, what's stopping Verraad from just having everything be as it was, except he's controlling all of it? Or, basically-someone who is basically competing for the late Prince of Lies in terms of atrocities per second in command of all of reality with an explicit love of doing stupid shit for stupid purposes, and you think his first reflex wouldn't be to make it worse instead of better? Or are you just so miserable that you, like... Like all of that was really just your wish to, I'unno, die?"

    Leah pauses and realizes that was a pretty bad argument.

    "...OK that was pretty bad and I apologize. I'm not a debater. I'm a teenage girl, and I don't think that magically changed overnight or anything. Hell I only got my throat in working order recently..."

    Leah rubs her foot into the ground, and then her eyes light up.

    "Oh, yeah! Uh, I know I didn't really partake in much of it at all, but thanks for, uh, writing the book, I guess? I mean. I completely disagree with the final 'truth' you keep insisting upon, but like, if it wasn't for someone who just blatantly put out all the wrong things with the world, I'm fairly sure none of us would have, uh, done anything about it. I didn't take a part in any of that... Hell, I kinda feel like I'm just kind of riding the coattails of success, even though I'm, well, here, with these legendary heroes of godly potential, fighting the Godmodder to his ugly face. But, like-seriously. A lot of the stuff you wrote about arguably only got fixed, err, because you wrote about it, because then it got our attention, and uh, well, you did say that our power was solving problems. They were... Big problems. Lemme just go down the list..."

    "Players, and their werid glitchy nonsense? That's being covered by D.I.G.I, an ensouled entity made by Alastair. I wasn't paying attention, I was trying to remember things. Again-I kind of wish I was more active in affairs, but I had to get my life and memories in order, and then I tried volunteering myself to deal with the issue of the Planes colliding... Getting off track. IN any case, those weird creational things that Players do are going to get cleaned up."

    "Godmodders? Alice's Soul Orb-Alice being Verraad's apprentice in case you didn't know-has been successfully locked up. Her own power over Godmodding has been purged from her, by herself, and she's away from the fighting now. IN other words-it appears that it'll all just vanish. We've actually broken the cycle. All we need now is Verraad dead as a doornail, and bam! Not only is Godmodding dead, it can't even come back because Satan's also dead."

    "Go An Na is... I wasn't there for that, again, but I hear we gave him a right asskicking. AS it turns out, we are in the first loop-or, rather, there's no longer any chance of any stupid looping as these lunatics rolled over Go An Na and his godawful second chance like a bulldozer. I'd ask these guys for the details."

    "If there's anything else-we can, you know, deal with it. And please-don't say this is that kind of logical fallacy where you've already come so far and shouldn't stop now. That's a load of balonga."

    [gimel] Leah rubs her foot into the ground. "I don't really have much else to say right now, but, I was telling a story, before you came here, err, my story, though I think I got caught up in all the memories and just stayed silent for a while. I'm not sure if you care for all this debating and talking and reading-if you really have this 'rewrite' power anyways.You probably do and you'll probably like change the color of this block of text to prove it... What did I just say? I'm sorry, uh, care to listen? ... I guess you might not. I'm going to tell it anyways, I think a few of the other guys are. Where was I? Oh, yeah, just after Grimm."

    For the sake of all sanity, Leah will inform the Writer of her story thus far if he cares to listen, but I won't re-write it here as that'd probably beef up this post by a massive factor without real necessity.

    So, shortly after meeting Grimm and deciding to listen to the 'old man voice' about fixing a problem, our stumbling throughout the various planes became far less pleasureable. Keep in mind-we didn't have any clue what was going on, where or when we were, and we were still clueless enough to not really realize what time it was or when it was or anything like that. We were just following the local rules.

    So it kind of came as a massive shock when I started seeing my face on wanted posters after our next stop. Those fanatical gryphon knights were still chasing us and we only barely lost the trial, and suddenly we're in their turf? Or whatever? Either way, I can tell you its a hell of a feeling to look at your own face on a wanted poster, see it listed for crimes you didn't commit, and have a bounty that'd probably bankrupt the Corporation to get or whatever. Given all the talk and shit, I figured that this had something to do with the Godmodder-and given how Godmodders are, I figure this was something to do with him specifically. Grimm and Meghan had posters too, but not nearly as many as I did-which I dont' think I quite recognized.

    I forget what that plane was like, the plane i first saw those posters. we just relalized we needed to bail, and bail we did-into a portal into another realm where we were wanted, and our attempt at escape only tipped off the authorities. We were knocked unconscious as soon as we stepped through. I thought it was just game over right then and there, until I woke up in some kind of prison and was politely informed that I'd be taking part in gladiator games for the next fifty years to 'earn my freedom back' yeah right.

    I... I freaked out. I wasn't particularly graceful. I banged on walls and shit and screamed and yelled that I was innocent and got laughed at a lot by the others. It was terrifying-my life in the hands of others who didn't care at all. And it was totally unfair. The insect weirdos that butchered my school, the gryphon knights that were hunting me down, and now the gladiator managers-or I'unno what they're called! Again. Teenager. The point was that it was all weird and unfair and I thought I was just going to sit there and die.

    ... I remember the next part very, very well. It was the 'old man voice' again, and this time he didn't wait for me to be unconscious. "That sure didn't take long..."

    "What didn't? Getting overwhelemed and captured?"

    "Basically. They organized quickly in response... I figured my connection to you wasn't being monitored, but I assume I shouldn't underestimate a dedicated enemy."

    "The Godmodder?" I asked. I realize I was talking out loud and would've looked crazy, but whatever-that wasn't important right then and there.

    "Not him. Just an entity-a summons to ensure such communications wouldn't go unnoticed. A way to fish for vulnerabilities and intelligence."

    "... So its over then. I'm going to fight and die in a glatiatorial arena and probably wind up being forced to-"

    "Actually its even worse than that. THey're not aware you're only wanted dead. You have a very limited amount of time to escape before the Ignition Gryphon Paladin Squadron catches up. Yes that's what they're called, and they will definitely kill you and possibly kill everyone on the plane for ensuring your survival."

    That... Wasn't pleasant to hear.

    "... Oh, oh god. Oh god oh god oh god."

    "Calm down! I'm not totally unable to help you from here. In fact I have a convenient opportunity for you. I'll give you the power to break out of here and bust out your friends, and then give you the power to find me. There's a catch, though."

    "I'll take it, screw the catch! I can't-"

    "Two things. A, never 'screw' the catch. Even modest little details can eviscerate you if you're being careless like that. I've been burned several times by such lopsided contracts and nefarious little details. Its always the things unnoticed that destroy you. B, the catch with this is that my aid would basically wave a gigantic sign on your back. It wouldn't matter much now-they already know where you are, its just a matter of them getting there. But with that power, they'll know where you are at all times, and the IGPS is only their vanguard. Even then, you might be fooled into thinking you're invincible with what I'm going to grant, but you'd only be roughly equal to your friend Meghan with what I've given you, at the rate she's progressing... Which means the IGPS is still dangerously undefeatable as far as you should concern yoruselves, as would be whatever else is thrown your way."

    "Better than dying!"

    "Heh, don't need to tell me twice... Oh and it'll hurt like hell. Sorry, no time for a pleasent integration."

    "No pain no gain!"

    "... Alright. My knowledge of the gladiatorial pit you have found yourself in means that your first match will be in five minutes. There won't be any warning-you'll just be abruptly teleported into the arena and made to fight. Or, there wouldn't be. Once they're getting ready for it, I'll know, and I'll begin the process-oh, huh. How handy. They've accelerated your timecard."

    "What?"

    "Brace yourself."

    I was about to repeat myself...

    ... But then... Well, I felt this thing on my back. Felt very much like something was crawling on it at first, but then I felt... Pain. Searing, agonizing pain. My arm-I swear to god, my arm just kind of suddenly grasped my mouth when I tried to scream, because hell it hur.t, it hurt. It was like everything was just on fire back there. I think I saw my blood start to pool on the ground, and things were kind of lighting up behind me, but I couldn't turn around to see what else was going on, all I could focus on was the pain. My spine was squirming-something felt very wrong back there. My head was swimming-blazing-I had, basically, the worst headache in the world and it burned. I was crying, I think. It just hurt. It hurt too much.

    I don't know how long it took. It just felt like it took forever.

    There was this awful buzzing noise just as things were receeding a bit. I felt very strange-like there was something attached to me that wouldn't go away. I felt dizzy, I felt exhausted but invigorated at the same time? I fell flat on my ass pretty fast-felt something under it, metallic and cold. I almost didn't care, I just needed to breathe, it was so much. I was still crying. It just hurt.

    "... My condolences, I knew that was going to be agony. For what its worth you are now completely immune to back problems, on top of everything else. For what to do now-Just rip straight towards the opposite wall when the fighting starts. Meghan and Grimm are stored in cells roughly a few decameters from the ring."

    And then another buzzing noise. I think I managed to just get to my feet and have my arm start obeying my commands.

    "After that, bolt-head sixty kilometers north and from there seventy northwest, then cross the mountain pass. Do not stop until you're in the mountain pass and take the low road whenever possible. Do not split up, and you'll only be a day ahead of the gryphons so don't stop. And make sure you collect some blueberries, you'll need them to reach the correct location. I'll be going silent now-there's something I need to do."

    A third buzzing noise-everything went white. I was on my feet. Technique ring on my finger, boots for kicking, a fire extinguisher in my hands. A roaring crowd, broad daylight right in my face, and some half-dozen pile of chumps that were looking at me like deer in the headlights. Big old ring of doom, almost ripped from the romans-I could even see this fanciful little draped box where some guy with a crown was sitting. The crowd got really quiet real fast.

    And now i really felt it. Like. I felt the thing on my back. they weren't on my back anymore-they were spreading out, like if I was cramped up and suddenly got a chance to flex, and I say 'I' because I realize that it was me. The things on my back-they were like limbs. They were me, in the sense that my arm is me. And they were flexing automatically but they were mine. I could move them. I could... I could fly with them. I could fight with them. And it all just kind of came-how I could use them, how I could fire a laser with them, how they could be used as swords, all these things just flitering into my head in a sudden rush! It wasn't even knowledge, most of it-more like this freak instinct, the kind that reminds you how to move and run and breathe.

    So I guess that's just the story of how some random teenage girl got her crazy metallic death wings.

    Leah pauses, and puts a hand to her temple. Omniglot chimes in. "The Operator has no memory problems at this point in time. All data has successfully been decompiled. However, parsing is difficult. For those interested-please be patient. Projected outcome is the full report on all data leading up to the Operator's apperance in the Hexagonafield shortly before the raid on the Bank of Actions and subsequent events."



    Any other actions, assuming that actions matter, go send themselves to other players, distant though they may be, to stop the catastrophic planar collisions threatening to KO existence before the Tribulations do.
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    The Writer: The Writer is fine. Please.

    (to bet)
    The Writer: My wish? No... it's not about my wish... it's about everyone having at least a chance - even if it's small...

    -2% nihilism!

    The Writer: Hang on... you're saying The Truth helped convince you to try and make something better? Well... that's right, D.I.G.I...

    The Writer: It was meant to make everyone else realize the hopelessness, but, I never thought it could have that effect...

    -2% nihilism!

    The Writer very patiently listens to your story.

    The Writer: Interesting. Perhaps we could discuss more, I'm interested in these groups of-

    The Writer: What- no, what am I-you're my ENEMIES! I'm going to stall you for as long as need be! If you want to talk and make this take longer, PLEASE feel free to do so!

    Paradoxdragonpaci said:
    (x3)I Also Summon some drinks and comfy seating arrangements for the debate, however, I also infuse a tiny bit of Hope into the seats and drinks for our Players, making them better speakers in this circumstance...I need to find a certain Video for this....
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    The Players feel HOPE! Hope seats! Dear goodness! The HOPE!

    The Writer: Just saying HOPE over and over doesn't create hope!

    HOPE! HOPE! HOPE!

    The Writer: Agh...

    Crusher48 said:
    Action 3: Hello, Writer. I'm here to see your future.

    Really, Aster? Waiting until the last possible second to help?

    The Godmodder's got anti-precog scrambling. I wouldn't do much of anything until after he left.

    He'll probably overwrite this action, making this a dead timeline.

    Statistically speaking, most of my life experiences comes from dead timelines. I'm pretty good at making the most of them.

    What exactly are you going to accomplish?

    This.

    I reach into the future (or, at least, a version of it). As predicted, the debate against the Writer takes a while, but there are a few notable nuggets, good arguments that are highly effective at convincing the Writer. I     stop going on about time paradoxes like a moron. Timelines are some of the greatest sources of hopelessness, and it is only thanks to the Temporal Guardian that Players and Godmodders being idiots haven't split this hopeless Reality into a trillion hopeless Realities.

    Hey, Writer? I know you can rewrite this, make it never happen, but I also know you'll have to read them first. Ask yourself this question: if you're willing to listen to what we have to say in the present, why would you be unwilling to listen to what we have to say in the future?
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    The Writer: I don't know what you're going to say in the future. I don't think you know, either.

    Gnich said:
    "...... I dun do debates, and not smart enough to actually attempt to get past him. Soooooo, I'll just do a meaningless action so that he doesn't care enough to change it, yeah, that's an idea. Also, isn't trying to remake reality towards a goal a purpose in of itself, and provides your life meaning? You might get asked this a lot, but I wanna know."

    With my three actions, I focus and...... create a jawbreaker shield, it's original round appearance has been cut in 1/3 of its size and hollowed out, but it's sheer size still allows me to cover most of my arm like a Hurstwic. It's also always slightly chilled to the touch and has a strap made of licorice that I can strap onto my arm.

    I then proceed to eat my popcorn, while watching the debates and shows take place. "Don't mind me, just enjoying the show for now"
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    The Writer: Yes, this is my purpose.

    The Writer: It is the ultimate purpose, my Truth...!

    You make a jawbreaker shield! It's added to your inventory.

    Strider626 said:
    I have super bones and no way am i risking their use now.

    I use my first cp to teleport to the Writer and then speak,
    Why do you even consider the godmodder's plan
    You still have hopes and desires
    Somewhere hidden deep inside
    You were gonna ask for something from the godmodder
    What was it
    Maybe if you help us we can do it for you
    Not everything required the universe ending option
    This is a permanent end of everything even you

    And even though i look weird as hell with my three eyes and pale skin my friends here accept me
    So they'll accept all of you too
    And they will surely help you

    We don't need to do this
    This fight is entirely pointless


    Also i have a small doubt how can you be such a supported of this moronic Godmodder
    He's not even really interested in actually changing things for the better

    All his actions have been selfish
    He had all that power handed to him
    And look how he behaves

    I'd say he's a prime example of the saying absolute power corrupts absolutely

    Our reality has problems
    But we have free will
    We are getting better
    Don't see the small picture
    We are growing devoloping ever changing
    Conflict is part of life
    It is what makes us grow
    conflict of opinions will always exist as long as humans have free will
    But it is with the same free will that humans chose to rise above their instincts and do good
    And work together

    Our world such as it is allows for all of us to live free
    That to me is precious

    With all this freedom
    The majority of us is always trying to do good
    In our own ways
    So have some faith in the people
    and more importantly
    Wonder whyy the godmodder would even care
    If it wasn't for some selfish reason


    with my 2 cp
    I LOOK at the godmodder and his peice of paper
    Maybe I'll be able to see what's Written there

    Help me ,so that i can help you Writer
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    The Writer: What was I going to ask...?

    The Writer: Well... I was going to ask him to swear his new Reality will be more equal than this one.

    The Writer: In retrospect, it may have been foolish...

    He listens to the rest of what you have to say.

    The Writer: So our Reality at least has the potential for freedom and improvement? And the Godmodder's may not even have that?

    The Writer: No, it has too much going against it... The Corporation, Evacucorp, The Bank of Actions, everything ...!

    -3% nihilism!

    EternalStruggle said:
    "Right, we don't have time for this." ES muttered. "So I guess I'll have to get right into it."

    "You're really ignoring your own research here, Sir Writer." Amelia pointed out.

    "The Godmodders' personality will often be unique at the beginning of any Godmodder's reign, but slowly become corrupted as time goes by. Some Godmodders started off with legitimately good intentions. One even decided to use their abilities to kill the main Godmodder, then kill themselves before they took a protege (discussed in a moment). However, that of course did not pan out. Good intentions never do. Power corrupts, and the incredible power of Godmodders corrupts incredibly. Godmodders always inevitably sink deeper and deeper into villainy, losing more and more of their humanity, as time goes on. This is partially attributable to the power Godmodders possess enabling them to stop caring, and partially attributable to power granted from Satan - however much it may change - always corrupting." ES read aloud from the Truth.

    "No matter the circumstances, it is the height of foolishness to imagine that the new reality will be any better than this one." The pair had now gotten into the pattern of handing off to each other in a duet.

    "I've been in your position before, especially when I got mindwhacked and showed up here. But even I realised when I learned what the endgame was that it was sort of my duty to throw down the gauntlet and put a stop to this."

    "I know what it's like to be hopeless, but I also know that at least this will pass, eventually. And there's also the chance things may get better. Do you think that will be the case in the new world?"

    "You're entitled to despair and you're entitled to sit out of this entire conflict, but I'm afraid you have everything a bit backwards, results wise."

    "Do you wish to imagine Verraad's future realm? Then you should envisage this: a boot stamping on a human face - forever."

    "Think about it. You have an immortal, unkillable tyrant who is completely mad with power, beyond totally corrupted. He can summon immensely powerful forces utterly loyal to himself, and will have set up reality so nothing could even hope to challenge him. Helped by his powers allowing him to set up a truly omniscient surveillance state. Reality right now is a bit shit, but what about this seems even remotely like an improvement to you?"

    "That ignores the fact that it seems to me like we are about to break the so-called cycle over our knees."

    "Like, come on man. Don't be stupid about this."
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    The Writer: Maybe he won't...! Maybe... There's hope! And there isn't any now! This must be the way!

    -3% Nihilism!

    Exoskeletal65 said:
    I use all of my actions to strengthen my argument.

    "Writer, listen to us. You think the godmodder's going to do anything to make the world a better place?"

    I holster my weapons.

    "Just take a look at his track record, and you'll see he's not exactly a great person. He doesn't care about anyone except himself. He's going to destroy us all, and whatever takes our place isn't going to be much better under his rule. I don't even want to imagine what life in his reality would be like..."

    I sigh.

    "Look, we don't want to fight you. We're close to breaking this cycle of misery. Victory is so close, all we need to do is reach out and take it. But we really need you to stand aside. That's all we need from you. We promise, when we leave, things will be better. The cycle of godmodding will be over. All the reality-warping wars it causes will stop. No more pain, no more suffering. We have the power to end this."

    I extend a hand toward the Writer.

    "Please, let us end this."
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    The Writer: You've all said it enough...! I know the Godmodder isn't the best person! I KNOW that!

    The Writer: But eventually, he might perish... and then his new Reality will be free! Eventually...! It's have to happen, right? In all eternity?

    -2% nihilism!

    GoldHero101 said:
    I swing Ultimo Durana into to my back sheath and sigh. "Y'know, like you, I've imagined a new reality. However, it was more one of peace and infinity rather than death and nothing. The Godmodder is the later. He wants that later reality to break this cycle. HOWEVER, we can end this cycle with the former too. Not as easily, for sure, but we believe we can do it. I hope we can work together... you are a hell of a lot better at making realities physical than my imagination is."
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    The Writer: Work together...?

    The Writer: Maybe you've forgotten something about your Player Powers... using them strictly to improve Reality is impossible. You lose them when you stop fighting the Godmodder for too long.

    The Writer: Going on an improvement quest would result in you powerless in a short amount of time.

    The Writer: Even if it's a nice thought, it can't work!

    -2% nihilism! The Writer doesn't look like his own arguments are convincing him quite as much as they once were.

    FlamingFlapjacks said:
    I call upon the power of ducks, and ask them to create a shifting "safe conditional" that will allow us to defend ourselves from The Writer! This can be anything, and can be multiple things, like "Write your post backwards and somehow include a Chaos Daemon, twenty black holes, and a game of golf!". The more of the conditionals you fill, the less likely the Writer is to be able to edit your post! The conditionals change at the end of each turn, and would you look at that, the conditionals for this turn are "Be FlamingFlapjacks and color your post yellow."
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    The DUCKS appear! They say that just so long as you include the word "DUCK", in all caps, exactly three times in your post - and it has to be part of a legitimate sentence, not just shoehorned in - then the Writer can only rewrite your attacks to neutralize them, not make you hurt yourself!

    CaptainNZZZ said:
    I make a point to charge really obviously
    You know, sparkles, fireworks, and spontaneous confetti. Sure the Writer is convinced Reality is doomed and the Godmodder will succeed...but I'm not letting those falsehoods interrupt my future plans. (x1)

    With the Redirifle in my grasp, I provide myself with an attack redirector. (x1)

    Pulling out the Mopium I have in my inventory I get to work creating an anti-nihilism splash potion drugs. Mopium is supposed to possess anti-depression capabilities and by adding some additional chemicals and liquid happiness I'm converting it to a more useful form. Fortunately, Mopium is easy to safely turn into a liquid. All you need is an industrial piston and the aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. (x1)
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    The Writer: *sniff sniff*

    The Writer: I morally object to having my emotions altered by drugs.

    The Writer: That seems like such a cheap solution, doesn't it?

    Bill Nye said:
    ................
    I sheathe my weapons.
    ...........a debate huh?
    ...........................................
    Guys? any ideas?
    nope.
    no.
    nope.
    Nah.
    no...
    no.
    I think I may have one.
    You do?
    I think so.

    Action 1-3: I go to the writer. I pull out a book on best debates. I read up on some and I just say, "    Is graffiti art just as worthy of regard as classical paintings?"
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    The Writer: Yes, absolutely. However, this comes with the additional caveat that graffiti art is allowed to be critiqued in the same way that normal art is, and there can be both bad and good graffiti art, and-

    The Writer: What? No, never mind! It doesn't matter!

    The Writer looks confused.

    Captain.Cat said:
    I decide to find a wall to lean against and keep an eye on the Verraad as the other debate with The Writer over whether or not there is any hope. 'Well I guess if you are around long enough and witness so much in what was up until now a never ending fight between the Godmodders and the Players you are bound to start thinking rather pessimistically about the nature of reality and perhaps go off the deep end if you have no one around to help keep you grounded.' I think to myself as I find a wall and lean against it.

    From my spot I can keep an eye on the Verraad in case they attempt to do something about the debate that is going on. 'While I guess I could try joining the debate myself, I am not really a hopeful person myself and I tend to see things rather pessimistic light myself so in I might just end up hurting the debate if I tried, better I just keep out of it.' I think to myself as I passively listen to some of the arguments being made as I watch what Verraad is up to and prepare to try and stop any attempts by them to interrupt the debate or send something else nasty our way.
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    Verraad's elevator rises higher. You see a speck of blue light as Altair's flight path approaches...

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    In the distance, you see Altair fly up to the Godmodder's elevator. Then, a little higher. Reaching out, Altair replaces part of the elevator's chain with a ten-foot-thick slab of concrete, blocking the elevator's progess up.

    Suddenly, Altair is consumed in a small orb of magenta light! He begins to clutch at himself, and twists in pain into the fetal position... then the orb goes away, the elevator chain goes back to normal, and Altair begins to fall towards the ground below. He wakes up in time to catch himself, but the Tribulation device has proven itself resistant against tampering...

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    The Writer stands across from all of you. The expression on his face softens a little, then hardens again, then softens a little...

    He seems internally divided. He came prepared for you to throw all manner of physical attacks at him for him to rewrite. He did not expect a verbal assault.

    You get ready for another round...

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    You're winning! Now, this turn, you have a chance to bite back and counter The Writer's counters. Just keep in mind that you'll need a Finishing Blow Argument to reduce him to 0% Nihilism - otherwise, he'll hang on at 1%. Any argument can be a Finishing Blow Argument, it just needs to have a fitting sense of finality.


    THE HEXAGONAFIELD:

    ITINERARY:
    -Defeat The Writer!

    [N]The Writer: 1/1 HP, Rewrite!A, Nihilism: 49%[IIIII-----]

    Player list:
    Alastair Dragovich - CP: 0 (X-Blade (use to protect one Player from death once!))
    Bill Nye - CP: 0 (has super sharp gold sword - 3 power left, burny iron sword - 3 power left, bow and arrow - 3 power)
    Captain.cat - CP: 0 (protected from 1 attack)(has 1 Boost Stone)
    [N]CaptainNZZZ - CP: 1 (protected from 1 attack)(1 attack redirector)(has Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Overpowering Poison+1, Remnant crypt energy, EMP, Mopium, Godmodder Tracker V1.0, always-hit-Monocle)
    Cephalos Jr. - CP: 3 (has Cybil's blood sample, anti-infantry railgun, pocket reactor(1 power), power armor)
    Crusher48 - CP: 3 (Has Tactician Soul in a Bottle, Scanner Cannon)
    Dangan_Machin - CP: 0
    Daskter - CP: 0
    Dragon of Hope?!? - CP: 0 (Espionage ghost)(Goopcalibur - 28+15 Power + Goop/Poison effects!)(Extra Goopcalibur power is used when attacking)
    Eevee Shadow Bacon - CP: 15
    Ender_Smirk - CP: 9 (has Shadow Agitator)
    [N+1]EternalStruggle - CP: 0
    Exoskeletal65 - CP: 0
    FlamingFlapjacks - CP: 0 (has bag of nine-sided die)(D U C K)
    General_Urist - CP: 5 (Shotgun of Dope - 1 power left, attack debuffs whoever it hits)
    GoldHero101 - CP: 0 (has Ultimo Durana(4 power left, Self damage ticket))
    I'mTotallyNot-R.O.B - CP: 0 (has Super Soldier Serum)
    [N+2]Joebobobob - CP: 25 (has nice bed, infinite charmzard energy, 2 Boost Stones, cyan orb(1 power) 1 Cleansed (?) Multiplier Orb, Something, 1 Godmodder lock)
    Karpinsky - CP: 3
    Krill13 - CP: 23
    Moonstar101 - CP: 0
    O.R.I.G.I.N. - CP: 0
    Paradoxdragonpaci - CP: 0 (BUFFNESS, Save Point: Empty)
    Pionoplayer - CP: 0
    Ranger_Strider_ - CP: 11
    Strider626 - CP: 2 (has Jawbreaker shield)
    That-Random-Guy - CP: 0 (protected from 1 attack)(has Echolocation)
    The_Quiet_Watcher - CP: 17 (has grenades, Antimatter bullet))
    The_Nonexistent_Tazz - CP: 16
    The_Two_Eternities - CP: 0 (protected from 1 attack)
    [N]The Ego - CP: 1 (+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: 1 (has Mook Kill Switch, more of a BBB, +1,000A Iron sword, 10,000 damage token, 1 Multiplier Orb, greatsword, 1 Godmodder Lock)

    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)
    Godmodding Vol. 1
    Medkit x 2, Paradox Medkit, Melodic transmitter x 3, Redirifle, Bravely Default Asterisks(mirror asterisk has 30 million damage laser special, 0% repaired), Mirror Frame, Black Filling
    Charge Booster (damage: 7/20)
    Wishful Whammy(random effects attack)(non-combinable)
    Celestial Guidance(2 uses left)
    CP Converter
    100,000 CP Crystal
    Powerful Callback Greatsword
    Ore of Orichalcum
    Godmodder Soul Orb
     
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    • Action 1 (counterargument 1): What makes you think that a Godmodder who can customize reality to their every whim wouldn't make themselves invincible and immortal? Then they would never die, and would live on forever as the eternal ruler of the realm.

    Action 2 (counterargument 2): A Godmodder is the perfect target for your abilities. You can rewrite reality and change anyone's actions, and Godmodders rely on actively defending against attacks. It would be easy for you (or an ally of you) to attack the Godmodder while you use your power to rewrite whatever defense they wrote into "The Godmodder doesn't react and just sits there!", making every attack against him a damaging attack.
     
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