Defeat The Godmodder

[FlamingFlapjacks]

REMINDER TO EVERYONE: Say DUCK in capital letters as least three times in your post as part of a legitimate sentence. This will help protect you from the Writer.
/plcoo

 

[Karpinskaya]

counterarguments ahoy!:

What have we done so far, you ask?

We stopped Go An Na and prevented Reality itself from being timelooped in perpetuity.

We removed the Corporation and the Bank of Actions from consideration, and I'm sure you recall how bad those were.

You mentioned the Temporal Guardian fixing the timestream and cleaning up any messes? I'm pretty sure one of us made him, so that's a feather in our collective cap.

But most importantly, we broke the Godmodder cycle. Verraad's apprentice, Alice, gave up her Soul Orb to us. Once we're done with him, we'll destroy it, and there will be no more Godmodders. Reality will be free to rebuild, and grow, and be greater than it ever could have been with that specter hanging over it.

Once again, all you have to do to let this happen, to let reality be better, is stand aside.

Now you're right. We won't have these powers forever. But do we really need them? The people of Reality need to be free to find their own way, and if we help them, I for one intend to do so as an ordinary individual, not a superpowered crutch for them to lean on. I will continue to do good regardless of what power I have to do it with. And I will make sure that my fellow Players do the same. I promise you this, freely and of my own free will, without you rewriting my post.

 

[JOEbobobob]

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.

Click to shrink...

[2x (part 1: about the 'paradice/placation'. Part 2: about whether I'm a hero.)]
"I admit, Writer, that I cannot claim unequivocally that the simulated paradise is equal to the 'real world'. but... I think you've stepped beyond what people consider even remotely obvious in morality, by this point."
"Some believe as you; others do not. However, I do not see why you privilege the primary substrate of reality over a less-costly lower-risk substrate of computers. Consider: if you approached, let's say, the Administrative plane's terminal, and it began an intriguing conversation about, oh, let's say ethics, morality, art, and recent history, and then furthermore revealed itself to be a simulated mind in a simulated environment receiving your inputs as floating text, would you discount it as possessing moral value? if you would discount the one in a simulated environment, what about a machine inteligence which experiences life via a simplified simulation of its sensors displays? a machine intelect directly experiencing videos? is it the computational substrate that matters?"
"If so, the stasis machine fulfils it, because it keeps the bodies; I simply gave the minds something to experience beyond sleep. Inputs, not outputs."
"Is it the mutability of the reality they live in? if so, no reality warper has moral value. no player, no godmodder, not you. and nor does any non-warper, for a warper could turn their life upside down in an instant. This reality is quite mutable."
"Is it the quality of the reality? Is a reality prefered by its inhabitants inherently of lower moral value? That comes close, very, very close, Writer, to claiming any improvement to the conditions of this reality make it less meaningful."
"Ah! But. But! Perhaps you simply labour under a misscomprehension(Words?) of the simulation I fitted the Stasis machine with. I did not give them lives of infinite, perfect pleasure. I did not give them magically enforced contentment. I did none of these things-"
"Or, I suppose, it's Possible my player powers did this to save time of their own accord. Do player powers act like that? Anyway, assuming I made the Stasis Machine's Simulation the way I described it, the way I intended it (and if not, it is not my fault, because all the feedback I got said it worked...)..."
"The Simulation does not give its members Pleasure."
"It gives them that which they Value."
"to quote a scholar of the concept, who i know not if they exist here: noitilov detalo partxe tnere hoc ruoy tu bserised ruoy ton tna rgi."
"look, most people don't want to be in a pleasure box. this is not their volition."
"the words mean you detalo the noitilov until it reaches partxe, then keep the parts that are hoc and tnere."
"Or, in simple english, you Extrapolate the Volition, then keep the parts that are Coherent."
"if people don't Want a paradise of some kind, that's not what they get. They get what their original values, on arrival,would- if smarter, given more time, etc- consider the most valuable outcome. I'm not so eloquent as to explain the concept in words, and for that I apologise, but it is no pleasure box. It is a world within the reach of 'God', formed in a world beyond it."
"And if it is that they may not be able to affect our world... I did think of that. There was an option for those within to design entitys and machines for the players."
"Admittedly, nobody used that, and I never got the chance to make any exceptionally big entities (the builders for that died a bit too soon...), but I tried."
"Now, on the next point."
"To quote someone far less scholarly, and far more silly to mention:"
"Just for that, were suing you again. ~Malpeiyc"
"heh, jokes aside..."
"I'm not really sure what you mean by 'all your incarnations'... if we're counting DLE!JOE from the Goanna battle, though, that's simply untrue. I Remember them- or at least, reading of them."
"And they didn't care about Looking good except slightly for business. They once sold someone an entity, then attacked the mook they sold the very next round. In there mind? This was fine, because there was no term in the deal saying they'd give the mook special privledges with regards to being attacked by them."
"In everyone else's mind, this was dishonourable. instead of saying 'oh, i thought it was fine, i won't do it in the future', they doubled down on the deal not forbidding it making them technically correct. This, needless to say, did not help their image, but they considered themselves in the right."
"Second of all on this topic, while it's possible 'looking good' played into my decisions- player powers don't seem to work for giving genuine inteligence increases so I'm not fully cognizant of my past thought processes- I don't think it was the primary determinant. Has anyone responded differently because of it? I had no way to know the (ultimate? penultimate?) tribulations would contain trying to convince people we were morally good, and honestly I'd probably have sat out of the debate if I wasn't the sort of person to make the noitilov detalo partxe tnere hoc simulation (assuming you hadn't slandered me, anyway : P)."
"If I wasn't the sort to make that simulation, though, I'd be a very different person, and since I'm pretty sure nobody really took into account my stasis machine actions (even when the entities were summoned out of it once or twice)..."
"Look, I'm not a generic hero. Generic heros follow deontology. I follow utilitarianism. Generic heros fight the big bad evil guy without thinking about it much. I stood on the sidelines. Generic heros wouldn't attack someone just for the fun of it. I've attacked the Godmodder just for the challenge of it, a few times, and even utilitarianism says that's the wrong path... But I'm human, at least mentally. Generic heros ... there's a lot of things a 'hero' would do, and I don't think I fit that moniker."
"I think I'm a pretty good person, though. Hero is an unfair and often detrimental standard. I'm not the worst player, and assuming the Simulation has moral value, may very well be the best one. Well... not in terms of morality. In terms of outcomes for the world."
"I'm no saint, but that's not a fair standard. Are you a saint? maybe. maybe you aren't, but want to consider yourself one. maybe."
"maybe."
"I'm no hero, but I'm not that bad, and I at least took some time to think about doing good, amid everything else and all my short term 'that would be cool' s."
"And I think that counts for something."
"I'd respond to what you said about the architects, but I'm pretty sure I'm out of actions- at least, taking into account that I also want to improve the Stasis machine just in case."

[1x] I keep on trying to improve the Stasis machine. my action for that last round was ignored...?

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

I sigh and rub my temples. I feel an Action drain itself as I begin to engage The Writer in debate again.

"I am very much have tunnel vision. I get caught up in the moment or in the immediateness of something and forget what I'm ultimately capable of doing." I blink and look up to the Writer. "Plus, I'm not always aware of what I can do. Same as you. You think because you can't use your powers offensively means you can't help out? Then help me prove you wrong here."

I open up one of my Actions to being tampered by The Writer. I reach out to make Evacuacorp not so soul crushing! Just because it's meant to be eternal boredom doesn't mean it has to be eternal hopelessness or despair. That's Hell's department. I don't know how to direct it to make this Action effective, so this is doing some aimless things unless The Writer helps it and maybe corrects any spelling errors I might have missed.

"Hmm... Hang on, we did solve another Chapter of the Truth!"

I use an action to reveal Go An Na safely in his prison.

"Yeah, he's dealt with, no more Entropic Paradox Roll problems for anyone! Granted, I'm still miffed that our attempts at stopping him from ever being summoned int he first place didn't pan out, but I'm grateful for the Player who helped create the Temporal Guardian. Really saved everyone there."

I notice Karpinsky mention Alice's Soul Orb. I show a visual of the Soul Orb in our inventory. "Oh yeah, we have this! The only reason we still have the damn thing is because we're not sure how to safely destroy it. Currently we're thinking of using it as ammunition for a relativistic launching device, but if that's not safe enough we're all ears for a better way of destroying it."

....OH FUCK.

I proceed to use my last Action to make sure Moniker the Arbiter hasn't died yet/isn't going to die immediately after this mess is over via bribing the force of Narrative Convenience into making sure he survives long enough for us to save him.

"I had been meaning to do something about that, but I had been assuming we'd be finished with the Tribulations by now. Whatever happens to him after that will be for then or right before then."

I take a deep breath. "Well, I was going to summon a Shonen Hero that another Player had made in the past to help with the debates, but it's clear that there's too much to do to be frivolous like that."

Then I blink, remembering The Writer's confusion.

"Why aren't we attacking you?" I roll my eyes. "I can't speak for everyone, but it's clear that, as much as we disagree with your methods, you're trying to do your best. I gave someone who was going to die a Lotus Eater Machine because all he wanted was some pleasure. An eternity of Pleasure in a moment, after who knows how long in the Godmodder's Jail Cell as an unwilling warden. In another Godmodding war/fight, I tried helping a notorious villain out from mind control. I even introduced a Player Killer, who only knew how to kill and gank noobs, to friendship. I may have strayed a few times in the heat of or necessity of the moment, but... I value helping people more than hurting them."

I look up towards the Godmodder. "If I thought he'd give up his powers and not kill us all, I'd even try to get through to him. But I don't know why he's doing this. Not truly. And given how you mentioned that Godmodding Corrupts in The Truth, it may not even be the same man anymore. Maybe this Godmodding war... is just putting something down that had died a long time ago."

I tilt my head a bit, recalling a bit of The Truth after mentioning it and say one last thing. "While it's true that some people are desperate enough for fame and power, if Godmodding Wars are a death sentence, then it's only natural that people who are willing to give up their lives to help others would step up over those who value themselves. That's what being a hero means. Have you forgotten that in your travels and time in the endless bureaucracy, The Writer?"

Then, before I finish up, I try use a Free Action again to restore food to the starving people of an oppressed, famine starved nation out there. Just to see if Free Actions work like that, since doing so doesn't directly impact this particular fight.

 

[WHM Sukamia]

"What have we done to give hope to Reality, you ask? Well, we defeated the Deleter, who you may or may not remember, preventing Reality from being destroyed. We also beat GoAnNA or whatever its name was, who would have locked Reality in a never-ending time loop. We beat the SoulRazer, which was quite powerful, and would have been able to kill thousands, if not millions, maybe more. We've brought entities from other factions to our side as well. Surely this has given hope to some people. And then, we killed a very large portion of the Godmodders forces in other realms, likely giving hope to the people the Godmodder enslaved. And what has the Godmodder done to bring hope? NOTHING! He has done nothing but bring suffering. And, in a new reality of his own making, how will he ever possibly die? It's not like he ages, and he would make himself literally unkillable, unsealable, and unbeatable. HE WOULD NEVER EVER DIE! HE WOULD ENSLAVE ALL OF HIS NEW REALITY FOREVER! NOTHING GOOD WILL COME OF IT! AND IF THIS REALITY IS ERASED, TRILLIONS, MAYBE EVEN MORE, WILL DIE! IT'S GUARANTEED! HE WILL BRING NO ONE FROM THIS REALITY OVER TO THE NEW ONE, NOT EVEN YOU! Therefore, he CANNOT be allowed to remake reality. And if we kill the Godmodder, and even end the cycle, trillions of people will regain hope in Reality, and even you will likely regain hope. But if the Godmodder remakes Reality, no one would get to see it, and no one will have hope. There will only be the Godmodder, and whatever he creates. They might even invade other Reality's, and destroy those as well, if they exist!

 

[Bill Nye]

...... Yep ok that didn't work
We are not good at debates, are we?
yeah... any backup plans?
You have me.
(Shadrix teleports in and faces the Writer)
......Shadrix?
Sounds like you need help. Don't worry, I won't be here long.

Action 1-3: Writer...... I know the Godmodder. A long time ago, I used to watch him like a hawk. He was committing so many disastrous actions than I can barely count. He has killed most of my friends in the past. That's why... I fought him. to do what's right. However, I wasn't strong enough, and I paid for it. I lost most of my abilities. I wanted to get back at him for everything he has done. so I created Bill. I created him in hopes of Defeating the Godmodder. To do what I could not do. Listen, I have studied the Godmodder and I know his tactics. Sometime soon, He will betray you. just like he did to me all those years ago. That new reality he is making? he is going to make that place worse than hell, and you are gonna be the one who let him do so. Please, let the players pass. Please don't become the person who killed so many innocent people. I hope you will do the right thing.

Shadrix then teleports back to his ship.
Did it work sir?
I hope it did.

 

[Ender_Smirk]

"I won't yell quite as much, but there is one simple argument which I think everyone is missing in all of this. The terminal the Godmodder is hunting down was by no means designed for him, and him alone, to utilize. It was made for the people of reality in emergencies. We are just as capable of altering Reality as he is, and if him doing it is better than the current, then people who are, at a bare minimum, neutral in alignment rather than evil, with great enough numbers to have a semi democratic discussion of the issue, would logically be better than him, since he is inherently evil as a result of having Godmodding for so many years. Some among us are good, some of us may not, (I haven't paid attention to everyone to make certain) but we must be better than effective pure evil. So here is the question. If the question was whether we should alter this reality, or he should, which is the better option?"

 

[The quiet watcher]

"You believe nothing is better than life? I pity you. I pity your false beliefs and your ability to hold onto them. There is nothing worse than nothing, for there is nothing better than nothing. There is no good, no evil, no thought, no wishes, no hope, no love, no knowledge, no improvement, only nothing. And because nothing is itself, no one will remember you if you decide to become it. You assume eight years standing in lines is horrible? It is still better than what I've handled."

The quiet watcher gestures at himself, indicating his face as a point of reference. "Tell me, can you see my appearance? What color my eyes are, or even how many of them there are? How does my voice sound? Tell me the colors of my clothes, or even how many hands I have..." He trailed off for a moment of somber silence before he continued talking. "I have been at the edge of nothing for so long that time has forgotten me. I cannot remember how long it's been since I started beyond the fact that I've seen stars die and reform. I cannot remember my family, my wife, my children, beyond the fact that I had them. I can't recall my friends, or even the names of the people I worked with, because of my proximity to nothing. I have watched Old Ones enter the nothing, and I cannot recall the number that have done so. I can only recall that much because one of them wasn't entirely successful because I shot it before it was fully in the nothing, killing it and leaving parts of it outside, in reality, where it could be remembered."

He stood there for a moment before he continued. "If I could change anything, any one thing in all of existence, it would have been the moment I agreed to watch at the edge of everything. I would gladly suffer through every moment of a meaningless life if it meant I never had to watch nothing, watch things and people be forgotten by everything, to feel nothing as I watched time pass me by. I would gladly take waiting in the monotony of lines at a corporation for centuries if it meant I could be remembered fully, instead of this half-life that simply being near nothing has caused. I don't even know how many people have worked there with me, for I have no doubt that some of them decided to go into the nothing themselves because they couldn't take it, leaving no memory in their wake. That's what the Godmodder is going to try to do to everyone, and if he succeeds, he won't even be capable of remembering it."

The quiet watcher looks back at the Writer. "I don't care about whether anything we do is important or not, only that it is, for no matter how bad reality is, nothing is far worse."

 

[General_Urist]

After a grueling semester of school I do not have the gas to think of complex moral argument. So instead: CUTENESS SQUAD DEPLOY!

All of a sudden a veritable river of DUCKS comes swarming out of some nearby woods, swarming all around The Writer. And all of those DUCKS are just so massively ADORABLE! Males, females, babies, there are all some of the most cute things ever! And just in case the DUCKS weren't cure enough, something even cuter comes after them! Tiny poofy snow dinosaurs!

Oh my gosh just look at them! There is no possible way anyone, not even the most nihilistic loon in the multiverse, could not cheer up at the sight of this raw concentrated cuteness!

 

[GoldHero101]

"That may be true... but we don't need them. Our world... our people... they are all something we can achieve with effort, time, and most importantly of all, our HOPE!"

Leo appears, and says, "If the Godmodder wins, what will he bring? Nothing. He'll take the world for himself."

Blake appears, and says, "We have friends at home who may be able to help us. I believe we could potentially contact them for help."

"And so you see writer, not all hope is lost! We can BEAT THIS!"

Thus, me, Leo, and Blake do the MOST EPIC FINGER POINT IN HISTORY AT THE WRITER. Even cooler than that one moment from Phoenix Wright: Spirit of Justice.

 

[Ranger_Strider_]

I am a fool! Perhaps the greatest fool among these madmen! But even a fool such as I can come to a startling realization. We fought the Godmodder here. Yes that is certainly true. As did our entities, as did the Peacekeepers, as did a stalwart agent opposed to the bank of actions, as did many other players that are gone from us now. But! Just recently, more fought by our side. The Devils from the depths of hell, here out of greed and desperation, as did Angels from on high, comrades in Revolution, and forces opposed to tyranny. Outside of these trials and tribulations? I would bet that all who have a scrap of power or skill were fighting. To free themselves from the Godmodder. To fight against oppression. To fight for their very lives. Everyone is United! Opposed to a madman! Will this last forever? No. It is sad to be sure, but this unity will not last. However... people will be more open to talking. More open to friendship in memory against a shared foe. This existence of ours will only grow better from this war. Kinder. More united than before. However. For that dream to be a reality, we must win. We can't lose here. Not now, not here, not like this. Do you want to bet on this existence, bound in brotherhood by a shared foe, or on the dream of a madman claiming to be a God? Sidenote: I enjoyed your book, have you written any others?

 

[That-Random-Guy]

It may also interest you that Lucifer is dead, with all that that implies.

P.S. The stasis pod provides rather more to do than merely experience pleasure, and surely you would agree that even that tends to be a improvement over life in much of the Multiverse, yes?

I vote that we read the Truth about Joebob chapter.

 

[Paradoxdragonpaci]

"Duck goes in Bar, Duck drinks whiskey, Duck goes quack."

I speak to the Writer: "Pain is Inevitable.

Misery is not."

 

[Exoskeletal65]

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?

Click to shrink...

I shake my head. "You have to remember, it'll be HIS reality. If he has free reign over existence, what's stopping him from just giving himself immortality? Even if he can't do that, he'd more than likely just have a hierarchy filled with successors ready to take his place. The cycle will continue endlessly. All of existence, all of reality, will just be a hellhole of eternal pain and subjugation.

"Unless we stop him here and now. We cut him short, and that won't happen. Once that's handled, we'll have all the time in the world to handle the rest of this reality's problems."

 

[Gnich]

As I slowly eat my popcorn, and just enjoy the large scale debate of an individual towards a mass, I feel as if I should probably do something to help. A split second later, I think "nahhhhhh, they'll be fine"

Along with that thought, I immediately put three actions into making Cola grenades. Now with fifty percent more shrapnel and sweet sugary diabetes.

 

[CaptainNZZZ]

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?

Click to shrink...

"So you think I won't force drugs on you? If morality was any guarantee, my moral objections to the Godmodder leading to the death of my entities would have done something!" I cough. "Simply because someone doesn't want something doesn't mean it's not a good thing."

Still, the manufacturing of an anti-nihilism material is only somewhat useful. Successfully using such a material will be fairly difficult given the Writer's capabilities. Oh well, even if I fail at using it later on it'll still help me empty my inventory!

Anyway I, uh, charge! Yes yes, charging is a legitimate way to use my turn and totally not me letting RL eat up my spare time! (x3)

 

[The_Nonexistent_Tazz]

[aleph] Leah sighs. " What have we done so far? Uh... I think we just raided the Bank of Actions. Like, twice now. I'd say they're pretty screwed. I think these guys also deadified the Corporation? Not so sure about that weird hyperbreaucracy but I'm fairly sure we could probably wreck it too at this rate, if they won't willingly throw themselves into the line of fire just to stop the Godmodder somehow. Also, Satan's dead, the Godmodder killed him, though I guess that doesn't really count for what we've done except indirectly, ish?... We already went over D.I.G.I and what she'd do. We have Alice's soul orb and the knowledge she'll likely just lose Godmodding forever thanks to what she's done, as mentioned-its like right in the inventory far away from her, and she won't have the power to go after it even if she got second thoughts somehow. We convinced her to let go of that and break the cycle... Or, they did. Kinda feels weird to be here right now, but if I can help just a little bit I think it'll be worth it. Hrm, anything else...? uh. there was this Deleter thing but I'unno what that's about, I came in apparently right after that. It was apparently going to do something pretty bad. I guess it was... Uh. What was it? Right. 'Delete all glitch vectors' except everything's a glitch vector. So yeah, apocalypse averted. Uh, anything else? ... Right! The Temporal Guardian was actually the work of one of these guys... and... Hrm, well, I personally kind of undid at least one of the many tyrranies the Godmodder Installed, and this Piono guy-he really wrecked those tyrranies, kind of threw the Godmodder into a bit of despair. Which, I suppose, is fighting the Godmodder, so therefore bare minimum, even if everything goes, like, down the tubes even if we win, we can break these awful systems and have the world recover from Verraad and whatever other dumb Godmodders come after him... Oh! I guess this is something small, but Moniker-you know, the infamously impartial one-has said that, pretty much outright, he just gave all of our entities that made it this far happy endings. Like, even one that just got un-brainwashed and didn't do much of anything. As long as we win, of course. We've seen them-seen glimpses, I suppose, of everything that'll happen afterwards, if we win. If we're allowed to win. And we can't really win without that knowledge you have..."

Leah pauses.

"That was a lot and I'm sorry."

[bet] "... You know, I had to take some theology classes. They were a pain, but they taught me stuff that I remember. This is all theory, I'll admit, but I'll take a crack at it, see what you think. So-I don't think Godmodding is just some arbitrary BS ability that Satan cooked up for kicks. This is the father of evil, the prince of lies, the king of hell, the pinnacle of the fallen angels-or so they say. A boon that incredible would probably be emblematic of his position in every sense of the word. Satan rules over sin, evil, and all the bad times, so the first thing that comes to mind-now that I think of it-is that Godmodding has a consistent, internal 'core,' a theme, something that even at its very core is absolutely impossible to sway. A sin, most likely-something that would generate that sin in excess so Satan would have his fill of souls in hell. A deadly sin, more likely-one that would ensure that whoever took it up, and whoever was touched by it, would be pretty much damned unless they did something pretty much extra holy or whatever."

"... The obvious answer would be Pride-a sense of infallibility, wouldn't it? But I think its Sloth. Think about it-you can pretty much do whatever as a Godmodder. Flick of your wrist easy, even. No effort whatsoever. You don't have to really work for anything, save to get Souls for Satan, and later the Soul Orb, and Players are more than happy to throw themselves at you. It was made before Players, of course-so that just meant that the Godmodder was intended as an effectively invincible asshole bound to no-one but Satan, and after the Soul Orb got invented, well, no-one at all. The decaying morality of a Godmodder is that laziness decaying their sense of morality-"If I CAN'T just flick this problem away with a snap of my fingers, I shouldn't bother with it." This in turn devolves into just causing horrible casualties because that's the 'easy' solution to the 'problem' of 'being a hero' or something equally insane. Verraad is probably one of the most successful of all because he's actually defying that definition-he's been patient and dangerous with that power and has used ambition to sharpen his goals, though I also think he was just so amoral to begin with that Godmodding didn't do anything. But he's still leveraging that sin, well, differently, into what's arguably the *real* intention behind sloth-not just being a lazy asshole or expecting everything to come easy. It's... Apathy, I guess? Nihilism. The idea that you either have to be a bad guy, or nothing gets done. Be a jackass or you get nothing that you want, nothing that you need. That the only way to progress is to trample over people to do it. The moral trap that any change for the better is impossible, so why try at all? You either join the bad guys, or get stomped on by them. The inevitable victory of evil."

"Now, uh, with that in mind, and given how the Godmodder can be-especially Verraad-its really easy to get behind the idea of it all, that you have to be the bad guy or get crushed by the bad guy, no third option. And thus reality stagnates under a single wheel of oppression, devised by Satan and ongoing even now, well after his own death, just to prove that in the end he was right and God, those Architects, and every person who ever believed in anything other than that reality is hell, are totally wrong. He's laughing in his owh metaphorical grave. And given the existence of stuff like the Corporation, Evuacorp, the reason the Architects killed themselves, Moniker's own known impartiality to the point of kinda-insanity, and all other sorts of things like that, I'd reckon that its the reason Godmodding was so powerful to begin with-an emblematic concept of everything wrong with reality, and it only got worse over time. And, you want to know what's really scary right now, what I'm really terrified of more than anything? Uh, the emblematic concept of everything wrong with reality, literally everything you want to get rid of, the manifested idea of Nihilism and Apathy, is now rising up to challenge God almighty, who is now the last bastion between Verraad and the obliteration of reality to remake it into... Probably something just way worse. We've already said as much-the Godmodder's going to do all in his power to finangle some method of immortality, either literal or metaphorical, and then for eternity make Reality as something unto hell, with no chance of anything ever getting in the way of it. You know. Everything you ever hated, as all there is."

"... But that means that Players have to be the exact opposite, in order to fight them and come out on top at all. I don't know the seven heavenly virtues as well, but if Satan's put forth the sin of Sloth as the Godmodder, I believe that Perserverence is what Players embody-that no matter how harsh the road, no matter how impossible the circumstances, no matter what, that the fight for good is not only one that has to be made however hopeless it seems, but that it is fundamentally worth it, and that given time and effort, a lot of it, and some creative thinking, then eventually anything can become possible. Uh, that was a run-on, but whatever-point is, Player power is 'try and you shall succeed eventually,' emphasis on the eventually, and that's Preserverence. Hell, they even start with the same letter, which is kind of silly but whatever, life's silly. Now that I think about it-God's big gift to the world in most myths is creation, so having the power of Creativity as the method by which we represent Preserverence is pretty nifty. We can do things that even the Architects couldn't or can't, and the Godmodder, who's whole stick involves waving away whatever pesky thing is thrown at him, has to actually think about how to counter his foes-and thus in that moment of weakness he fails to figure what to do and takes damage, thereby ensuring his demise, slowly but surely."

"Sure-this almighty power of ours is restricted to fighting the Godmodder, a thing that for all of its restrictions and challenges is honestly for the best. And even under that, look at all the horrible things we undid! All of that was just loosely applying our abilities to fight the Godmodder to other stuff, or responding to obstacles in our path. We probably didn't try as hard as we could have, but I think a lot of us were amnesiac heading in-and imagine if we weren't. That's a lot of stuff we've done, including as of right now casually stopping quite a few apocalypses because you can't fight the Godmodder if the apocalypse is ongoing. If that's the bare minimum, think of what else we could do. If the Godmodder's defeat hinges on us not only slaying him but rallying the whole of reality behind us, then reality's getting rallied. If we had to break Evuacorp to fight the Godmodder, we're fighting Evuacorp. I suppose that's perhaps a wee bit too optimistic, but its what we kind of have to do-and what we're willing to do-and what a lot of people who're willing to rally the flag under us are willing to do. And sure-its a lot of responsibility and not everyone's up to that. Perhaps we've made stumbles on policing ourselves and our powers, too-but overall, we've made every effort to do the right thing. And I think that if it's the choice between a never-ending fight and just giving up... I say fight, at least. Isn't it worth it?"

"I'll admit this is all a theory. Its all speculation based on what I've seen and what I've heard, but... If it's true, if even a little, then there really isn't any time to waste. This is literally it-I can't think of anything more last-battle-y than this. And you really have the punched ticket to our success right on your lips. Can you help us? Spare just a few words for all of our... Like, essays of argument? Please?"

[gimel] Leah pauses, catching her breath. She didn't expect to speak that much.

She doesn't continue her story, or even make a word. Instead, she approaches the Writer-calmly, openly, with no weapons nor apparent malice. And...

"...Uh. Hey, so, uh. I'm about to do something pretty messed up."

Leah hugs the Writer.

"... It's pretty messed up, I know. Sorry."

Leah keeps her embrace tight and warm around a man years, decades, possibly centuries older than herself, as if she were hugging a beloved uncle.

Silence. Absolute dead silence. Just a few minutes of hugging.

"... Can you help us, please?"

 

[Captain.Cat]

'Well he is coming around to our side. I just hope he will do so soon enough for us to prevent Verraad from getting any further away.' I think to myself as I lean against the wall, Then I notice Altair's attempt to block the elevator only to get stopped hard by something and that Altair seems to be in alot of pain and is falling now.

'Ah hell!' I think to myself as I hurry over to where I think Altair going to hit the ground, Only for him to catch himself before doing so. I move over to check if he is alright. "Are you okay Altair?" I ask him as I get closer and prepare to either render first aid to him or offer him a hand to help him up off the ground depending on his answer.

 

[EternalStruggle]

Perhaps the foe's will was now broken, perhaps not. Either way, additional points wouldn't go amiss. ES leaned back against a newly spawned wall and brought forth a smoking cigarette in his hands. He didn't actually smoke, but the visual was nice. He even shifted the lighting around him to be a bit more film noir-y. Aesthetic, you know?

"Two arguments." He flipped the cigarette around and smacked it against the wall before tossing it aside. "That's all we've really made, come to think of it. This world has hope, the next one won't. Just varying degrees of eloquence and angles of attack around those two core points."

Amelia, having gotten into the mood and flow of power, had swapped the last vestiges of equipment for a hat and trench coat, because at this point why not. "We could be saying the exact same things over and over again, and it'd get the same ideas across. You're loathe to consider our ideas, because they challenge your conceptions. Everyone's like that, at least a little, but there is a time to put aside your righteousness."

"Truth is, this game was rigged from the start, because you both know the facts and act in denial of them." ES shrugged as flickering holograms of a dystopian skyline fade in and out of existence around him and the Writer. "I had planned an entire speech about how empires almost always fall to external pressure of some kind, rarely just internal dissent. Especially successful ones. Sure, there are exceptions, but they're rare and were usually weak states. An absolutist Godmodder state would not have the relevant problems. But other people have already covered that, because the idea is obvious to seemingly everyone except you."

"I think it's not your fault, Mister Writer. You've spent so long looking at this reality, you've failed to consider the possibility of what may come after. So long as it's different, it's better. But I'm afraid that can't be so. The more stable governments of reality are able to go about without rebellion, but Verraad's interdimensional empire was constantly collapsing in on itself even in this universe. This would change in the new realm, but very much not because of an improvement in conditions."

"And now you're even working with him. Sunk cost, that's all it is. You think you've gone too far, so you can't be wrong. You just can't. It's a common form of bullheadedness, really, but right now we can't afford it. Not if we want to try and undo the damage that's already been done and prevent exponentially greater harm. And the thing is, I think you know that you're not being true to the Truth, at least on some level. You're trying to argue against us, but with mere statements of your axioms. You're not backing any of it up. Because there are no actual good arguments for what you think. Not anymore."

"To finish, I remind you that this world has hope. Satan had no more power to install a fate of permanent Godmodding in reality than you or I: the fact the cycle remains unbroken is testament only to bad luck and lacking will. We can change it here and now, if you'll only let us. Already, we've seen some of the harshest foes of goodness wiped out by our hands or his. As long as someone exists to challenge the cycle, hope remains."

"More cynically, I remind you that the Godmodder is the epitome of an evil genius. You think he hasn't considered the possibility his endless cruelty might cease if by some unlikely disaster he perishes? For a nihilist, you're awfully naive. This is the man that has stymied us at almost every step with contingency after contingency, and I expect him to be no less intelligent when setting up his new world. With the power of the Architects, he could heal himself to full and gain more power than he has even now. He'd stuff his forces with capable and fanatically devoted commanders who would carry out his malicious will to keep the proles suppressed to and beyond the end of time. Not even in all eternity would he ever be sated, nor overthrown. If he becomes bored, the most likely outcome is alleviating it with attempts at ever greater tortures. It would be a hell that encompasses every atom of space, every moment of time."

"We need to get going soon if we are to stop this. Mister Writer, it's time for you to wake up. Wake up, and smell the ashes."

 

[The_Two_Eternities]

I stir from dormancy, having conceived an argument in favor of the Players' point of view.

"The Writer. You wrote The Truth because you wanted people to believe what you thought was the truth. We didn't believe all of it, but we believed most of it. The parts about Entropic Paradox Rolls, Godmodders, Architects... you showed us the story behind our conflict with the Godmodder. But if the Godmodder is allowed to reshape reality, he will hide his past behind an iron veil. No one but him will ever know of the previous reality, and even he will delude himself as to the details eventually."

"The truth, in both senses of the word, ought be known. Will you allow the Godmodder to conceal it?"

 

[Strider626]

Moniker
I don't have like 2 cp saved
I used it up earlier
Also i have Superbones, Naruto chakra fruit magic and hax eyes
Why does your post say i have jawbreaker shield??

I face the Writer and look into his eyes, trying my best to convey my sincerity and concern for the future
You still have hope for a better future
Why place it on the godmodder
Even if player power doesn't exist anymore
We can still do our best as ordinary people
Like in that movie Bruce Almighty
A random act of kindness can be exactly what's needed
I literally try my best to follow this policy
Here and in reality outside this player vs godmodder

It seems like you're turning a blind eye to all the good things of this reality
The doctors with out borders
The people who kept hope and still helped others even while under the worst situations
There is more to life than just misery

Just as unfair inequality and suffering exists
There exists good people who work for the betterment of their fellow humans
And are compassionate

Think of all the people who do their best to change things in this very unfair world
Ghandi, Martin Luthor King and many others
They all came from this same reality

The value of a man is measured by seeing how he treats those below him
What does that say about the Godmodder
And in this new reality everyone will be at his mercy

And your hope that he will pass away and then this new reality will be free and soo much better

That is just as much of a gamble as the current reality
But with much worse odds
the godmodder is gonna create a new reality where he makes the rules
i am sure he is not gonna give up even an iota of his power
Thus how do you expect him to die
The past cannot be trusted as this is gonna be a new reality tailer made to the godmodders specifications

Do not abandon what you have in front of you for a one in a million chance of things getting better
And thus curse all of reality to be worse than what it is now


Try to control reality so that you're released from any of the godmodders mind control
Just in case,if that is what he did


Don't blame all those things that came as part of this war, they wouldn't have happened without the godmodder and his Actions

 

[Crusher48]

Action 3: Writer, we need to know God's critical soul weakness. If we know it, we may have a chance of stopping the Godmodder from slaying God.

I've got a Prophecy. God will die.

Prophecies have a 30% failure rate. Let's hope we get lucky.

 

[Moniker]

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.

Click to shrink...

The Writer: Nobody is purely invincible. Perhaps, by random chance, his soul weakness would eventually be struck!

The Writer: Most likely I could mess with the Godmodder precisely once - if that - before he kills me immediately. And that's if I'm lucky.

-3% nihilism!

counterarguments ahoy!:

What have we done so far, you ask?

We stopped Go An Na and prevented Reality itself from being timelooped in perpetuity.

We removed the Corporation and the Bank of Actions from consideration, and I'm sure you recall how bad those were.

You mentioned the Temporal Guardian fixing the timestream and cleaning up any messes? I'm pretty sure one of us made him, so that's a feather in our collective cap.

But most importantly, we broke the Godmodder cycle. Verraad's apprentice, Alice, gave up her Soul Orb to us. Once we're done with him, we'll destroy it, and there will be no more Godmodders. Reality will be free to rebuild, and grow, and be greater than it ever could have been with that specter hanging over it.

Once again, all you have to do to let this happen, to let reality be better, is stand aside.

Now you're right. We won't have these powers forever. But do we really need them? The people of Reality need to be free to find their own way, and if we help them, I for one intend to do so as an ordinary individual, not a superpowered crutch for them to lean on. I will continue to do good regardless of what power I have to do it with. And I will make sure that my fellow Players do the same. I promise you this, freely and of my own free will, without you rewriting my post.

Click to shrink...

The Writer: That's... Go An Na... did you really?

You use your Player Powers to show him video footage of you destroying and imprisoning Go An Na; proof!

The Writer: I see...

Strong counterargument! -8% nihilism!

[2x (part 1: about the 'paradice/placation'. Part 2: about whether I'm a hero.)]
"I admit, Writer, that I cannot claim unequivocally that the simulated paradise is equal to the 'real world'. but... I think you've stepped beyond what people consider even remotely obvious in morality, by this point."
"Some believe as you; others do not. However, I do not see why you privilege the primary substrate of reality over a less-costly lower-risk substrate of computers. Consider: if you approached, let's say, the Administrative plane's terminal, and it began an intriguing conversation about, oh, let's say ethics, morality, art, and recent history, and then furthermore revealed itself to be a simulated mind in a simulated environment receiving your inputs as floating text, would you discount it as possessing moral value? if you would discount the one in a simulated environment, what about a machine inteligence which experiences life via a simplified simulation of its sensors displays? a machine intelect directly experiencing videos? is it the computational substrate that matters?"
"If so, the stasis machine fulfils it, because it keeps the bodies; I simply gave the minds something to experience beyond sleep. Inputs, not outputs."
"Is it the mutability of the reality they live in? if so, no reality warper has moral value. no player, no godmodder, not you. and nor does any non-warper, for a warper could turn their life upside down in an instant. This reality is quite mutable."
"Is it the quality of the reality? Is a reality prefered by its inhabitants inherently of lower moral value? That comes close, very, very close, Writer, to claiming any improvement to the conditions of this reality make it less meaningful."
"Ah! But. But! Perhaps you simply labour under a misscomprehension(Words?) of the simulation I fitted the Stasis machine with. I did not give them lives of infinite, perfect pleasure. I did not give them magically enforced contentment. I did none of these things-"
"Or, I suppose, it's Possible my player powers did this to save time of their own accord. Do player powers act like that? Anyway, assuming I made the Stasis Machine's Simulation the way I described it, the way I intended it (and if not, it is not my fault, because all the feedback I got said it worked...)..."
"The Simulation does not give its members Pleasure."
"It gives them that which they Value."
"to quote a scholar of the concept, who i know not if they exist here: noitilov detalo partxe tnere hoc ruoy tu bserised ruoy ton tna rgi."
"look, most people don't want to be in a pleasure box. this is not their volition."
"the words mean you detalo the noitilov until it reaches partxe, then keep the parts that are hoc and tnere."
"Or, in simple english, you Extrapolate the Volition, then keep the parts that are Coherent."
"if people don't Want a paradise of some kind, that's not what they get. They get what their original values, on arrival,would- if smarter, given more time, etc- consider the most valuable outcome. I'm not so eloquent as to explain the concept in words, and for that I apologise, but it is no pleasure box. It is a world within the reach of 'God', formed in a world beyond it."
"And if it is that they may not be able to affect our world... I did think of that. There was an option for those within to design entitys and machines for the players."
"Admittedly, nobody used that, and I never got the chance to make any exceptionally big entities (the builders for that died a bit too soon...), but I tried."
"Now, on the next point."
"To quote someone far less scholarly, and far more silly to mention:"
"Just for that, were suing you again. ~Malpeiyc"
"heh, jokes aside..."
"I'm not really sure what you mean by 'all your incarnations'... if we're counting DLE!JOE from the Goanna battle, though, that's simply untrue. I Remember them- or at least, reading of them."
"And they didn't care about Looking good except slightly for business. They once sold someone an entity, then attacked the mook they sold the very next round. In there mind? This was fine, because there was no term in the deal saying they'd give the mook special privledges with regards to being attacked by them."
"In everyone else's mind, this was dishonourable. instead of saying 'oh, i thought it was fine, i won't do it in the future', they doubled down on the deal not forbidding it making them technically correct. This, needless to say, did not help their image, but they considered themselves in the right."
"Second of all on this topic, while it's possible 'looking good' played into my decisions- player powers don't seem to work for giving genuine inteligence increases so I'm not fully cognizant of my past thought processes- I don't think it was the primary determinant. Has anyone responded differently because of it? I had no way to know the (ultimate? penultimate?) tribulations would contain trying to convince people we were morally good, and honestly I'd probably have sat out of the debate if I wasn't the sort of person to make the noitilov detalo partxe tnere hoc simulation (assuming you hadn't slandered me, anyway : P)."
"If I wasn't the sort to make that simulation, though, I'd be a very different person, and since I'm pretty sure nobody really took into account my stasis machine actions (even when the entities were summoned out of it once or twice)..."
"Look, I'm not a generic hero. Generic heros follow deontology. I follow utilitarianism. Generic heros fight the big bad evil guy without thinking about it much. I stood on the sidelines. Generic heros wouldn't attack someone just for the fun of it. I've attacked the Godmodder just for the challenge of it, a few times, and even utilitarianism says that's the wrong path... But I'm human, at least mentally. Generic heros ... there's a lot of things a 'hero' would do, and I don't think I fit that moniker."
"I think I'm a pretty good person, though. Hero is an unfair and often detrimental standard. I'm not the worst player, and assuming the Simulation has moral value, may very well be the best one. Well... not in terms of morality. In terms of outcomes for the world."
"I'm no saint, but that's not a fair standard. Are you a saint? maybe. maybe you aren't, but want to consider yourself one. maybe."
"maybe."
"I'm no hero, but I'm not that bad, and I at least took some time to think about doing good, amid everything else and all my short term 'that would be cool' s."
"And I think that counts for something."
"I'd respond to what you said about the architects, but I'm pretty sure I'm out of actions- at least, taking into account that I also want to improve the Stasis machine just in case."

[1x] I keep on trying to improve the Stasis machine. my action for that last round was ignored...?

Click to shrink...

The Writer: The AI argument... do 1s and 0s be people... you know what, I think I'd rather ignore that. I don't want to get bogged down in mindless pedantics.

-0% nihilism!

The Writer: I concede that, from a certain point of view, a portion of your actions can be described as "good". I'm not sure how that applies to the rest of Reality, however.

-1% nihilism! You got off topic...

JOEbob, please stop trying to literally erase death as a concept. Normally such a thing would cause the forces of Reality to try and have a word with you, but the vast majority are dead so they can't.

I sigh and rub my temples. I feel an Action drain itself as I begin to engage The Writer in debate again.

"I am very much have tunnel vision. I get caught up in the moment or in the immediateness of something and forget what I'm ultimately capable of doing." I blink and look up to the Writer. "Plus, I'm not always aware of what I can do. Same as you. You think because you can't use your powers offensively means you can't help out? Then help me prove you wrong here."

I open up one of my Actions to being tampered by The Writer. I reach out to make Evacuacorp not so soul crushing! By adding a few more potted plants and encouraging motivational posters to the lobbies. What else is one action going to accomplish? Just because it's meant to be eternal boredom doesn't mean it has to be eternal hopelessness or despair. That's Hell's department. I don't know how to direct it to make this Action effective, so this is doing some aimless things unless The Writer helps it and maybe corrects any spelling errors I might have missed.

"Hmm... Hang on, we did solve another Chapter of the Truth!"

I use an action to reveal Go An Na safely in his prison.

"Yeah, he's dealt with, no more Entropic Paradox Roll problems for anyone! Granted, I'm still miffed that our attempts at stopping him from ever being summoned int he first place didn't pan out, but I'm grateful for the Player who helped create the Temporal Guardian. Really saved everyone there."

I notice Karpinsky mention Alice's Soul Orb. I show a visual of the Soul Orb in our inventory. "Oh yeah, we have this! The only reason we still have the damn thing is because we're not sure how to safely destroy it. Currently we're thinking of using it as ammunition for a relativistic launching device, but if that's not safe enough we're all ears for a better way of destroying it."

....OH FUCK.

I proceed to use my last Action to make sure Moniker the Arbiter hasn't died yet/isn't going to die immediately after this mess is over via bribing the force of Narrative Convenience into making sure he survives long enough for us to save him.

"I had been meaning to do something about that, but I had been assuming we'd be finished with the Tribulations by now. Whatever happens to him after that will be for then or right before then."

I take a deep breath. "Well, I was going to summon a Shonen Hero that another Player had made in the past to help with the debates, but it's clear that there's too much to do to be frivolous like that."

Then I blink, remembering The Writer's confusion.

"Why aren't we attacking you?" I roll my eyes. "I can't speak for everyone, but it's clear that, as much as we disagree with your methods, you're trying to do your best. I gave someone who was going to die a Lotus Eater Machine because all he wanted was some pleasure. An eternity of Pleasure in a moment, after who knows how long in the Godmodder's Jail Cell as an unwilling warden. In another Godmodding war/fight, I tried helping a notorious villain out from mind control. I even introduced a Player Killer, who only knew how to kill and gank noobs, to friendship. I may have strayed a few times in the heat of or necessity of the moment, but... I value helping people more than hurting them."

I look up towards the Godmodder. "If I thought he'd give up his powers and not kill us all, I'd even try to get through to him. But I don't know why he's doing this. Not truly. And given how you mentioned that Godmodding Corrupts in The Truth, it may not even be the same man anymore. Maybe this Godmodding war... is just putting something down that had died a long time ago."

I tilt my head a bit, recalling a bit of The Truth after mentioning it and say one last thing. "While it's true that some people are desperate enough for fame and power, if Godmodding Wars are a death sentence, then it's only natural that people who are willing to give up their lives to help others would step up over those who value themselves. That's what being a hero means. Have you forgotten that in your travels and time in the endless bureaucracy, The Writer?"

Then, before I finish up, I try use a Free Action again to restore food to the starving people of an oppressed, famine starved nation out there. Just to see if Free Actions work like that, since doing so doesn't directly impact this particular fight.

Click to shrink...

The Writer: Go An Na's death is one point in the "good" column, along numerous points in the "bad" column. I don't really believe the cycle of Godmodders is broken, but you seem completely convinced, so I won't debate it this moment.

The Writer: Alastair, you seem... kinder than the others. You made DIGI too, without much prompting.

The Writer: If this Reality has a future, perhaps you'll be able to improve it.

The Writer: (What am I saying, what am I saying... No more concessions, come on...)

Effective argument! -6% Nihilism!

I appreciate the effort, but I should be able to remain around long enough to see this through, though probably not much after. It isn't as simple as me losing my powers. My very life force is tied to having some control. It was the price I paid when I became an Arbiter in the first place.

Objects can't quite be summoned with free actions. Or at least, in this case... there's no such thing as a free lunch.

"What have we done to give hope to Reality, you ask? Well, we defeated the Deleter, who you may or may not remember, preventing Reality from being destroyed. We also beat GoAnNA or whatever its name was, who would have locked Reality in a never-ending time loop. We beat the SoulRazer, which was quite powerful, and would have been able to kill thousands, if not millions, maybe more. We've brought entities from other factions to our side as well. Surely this has given hope to some people. And then, we killed a very large portion of the Godmodders forces in other realms, likely giving hope to the people the Godmodder enslaved. And what has the Godmodder done to bring hope? NOTHING! He has done nothing but bring suffering. And, in a new reality of his own making, how will he ever possibly die? It's not like he ages, and he would make himself literally unkillable, unsealable, and unbeatable. HE WOULD NEVER EVER DIE! HE WOULD ENSLAVE ALL OF HIS NEW REALITY FOREVER! NOTHING GOOD WILL COME OF IT! AND IF THIS REALITY IS ERASED, TRILLIONS, MAYBE EVEN MORE, WILL DIE! IT'S GUARANTEED! HE WILL BRING NO ONE FROM THIS REALITY OVER TO THE NEW ONE, NOT EVEN YOU! Therefore, he CANNOT be allowed to remake reality. And if we kill the Godmodder, and even end the cycle, trillions of people will regain hope in Reality, and even you will likely regain hope. But if the Godmodder remakes Reality, no one would get to see it, and no one will have hope. There will only be the Godmodder, and whatever he creates. They might even invade other Reality's, and destroy those as well, if they exist!

Click to shrink...

The Writer: Other Realities...? There's no evidence... right?

The Writer: That's...

Effective counterargument! -8% nihilism!

...... Yep ok that didn't work
We are not good at debates, are we?
yeah... any backup plans?
You have me.
(Shadrix teleports in and faces the Writer)
......Shadrix?
Sounds like you need help. Don't worry, I won't be here long.

Action 1-3: Writer...... I know the Godmodder. A long time ago, I used to watch him like a hawk. He was committing so many disastrous actions than I can barely count. He has killed most of my friends in the past. That's why... I fought him. to do what's right. However, I wasn't strong enough, and I paid for it. I lost most of my abilities. I wanted to get back at him for everything he has done. so I created Bill. I created him in hopes of Defeating the Godmodder. To do what I could not do. Listen, I have studied the Godmodder and I know his tactics. Sometime soon, He will betray you. just like he did to me all those years ago. That new reality he is making? he is going to make that place worse than hell, and you are gonna be the one who let him do so. Please, let the players pass. Please don't become the person who killed so many innocent people. I hope you will do the right thing.

Shadrix then teleports back to his ship.
Did it work sir?
I hope it did.

Click to shrink...

The Writer: ...

-3% nihilism! The Writer is looking pretty broken down...

"I won't yell quite as much, but there is one simple argument which I think everyone is missing in all of this. The terminal the Godmodder is hunting down was by no means designed for him, and him alone, to utilize. It was made for the people of reality in emergencies. We are just as capable of altering Reality as he is, and if him doing it is better than the current, then people who are, at a bare minimum, neutral in alignment rather than evil, with great enough numbers to have a semi democratic discussion of the issue, would logically be better than him, since he is inherently evil as a result of having Godmodding for so many years. Some among us are good, some of us may not, (I haven't paid attention to everyone to make certain) but we must be better than effective pure evil. So here is the question. If the question was whether we should alter this reality, or he should, which is the better option?"

Click to shrink...

The Writer: Can Reality really be altered into something better? Something... less hopeless?

-2% nihilism!

"You believe nothing is better than life? I pity you. I pity your false beliefs and your ability to hold onto them. There is nothing worse than nothing, for there is nothing better than nothing. There is no good, no evil, no thought, no wishes, no hope, no love, no knowledge, no improvement, only nothing. And because nothing is itself, no one will remember you if you decide to become it. You assume eight years standing in lines is horrible? It is still better than what I've handled."

The quiet watcher gestures at himself, indicating his face as a point of reference. "Tell me, can you see my appearance? What color my eyes are, or even how many of them there are? How does my voice sound? Tell me the colors of my clothes, or even how many hands I have..." He trailed off for a moment of somber silence before he continued talking. "I have been at the edge of nothing for so long that time has forgotten me. I cannot remember how long it's been since I started beyond the fact that I've seen stars die and reform. I cannot remember my family, my wife, my children, beyond the fact that I had them. I can't recall my friends, or even the names of the people I worked with, because of my proximity to nothing. I have watched Old Ones enter the nothing, and I cannot recall the number that have done so. I can only recall that much because one of them wasn't entirely successful because I shot it before it was fully in the nothing, killing it and leaving parts of it outside, in reality, where it could be remembered."

He stood there for a moment before he continued. "If I could change anything, any one thing in all of existence, it would have been the moment I agreed to watch at the edge of everything. I would gladly suffer through every moment of a meaningless life if it meant I never had to watch nothing, watch things and people be forgotten by everything, to feel nothing as I watched time pass me by. I would gladly take waiting in the monotony of lines at a corporation for centuries if it meant I could be remembered fully, instead of this half-life that simply being near nothing has caused. I don't even know how many people have worked there with me, for I have no doubt that some of them decided to go into the nothing themselves because they couldn't take it, leaving no memory in their wake. That's what the Godmodder is going to try to do to everyone, and if he succeeds, he won't even be capable of remembering it."

The quiet watcher looks back at the Writer. "I don't care about whether anything we do is important or not, only that it is, for no matter how bad reality is, nothing is far worse."

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The Writer: The nothing will... be replaced by... something better...

-3% nihilism! He can't quite meet your eyes.

After a grueling semester of school I do not have the gas to think of complex moral argument. So instead: CUTENESS SQUAD DEPLOY!

All of a sudden a veritable river of DUCKS comes swarming out of some nearby woods, swarming all around The Writer. And all of those DUCKS are just so massively ADORABLE! Males, females, babies, there are all some of the most cute things ever! And just in case the DUCKS weren't cure enough, something even cuter comes after them! Tiny poofy snow dinosaurs!

Oh my gosh just look at them! There is no possible way anyone, not even the most nihilistic loon in the multiverse, could not cheer up at the sight of this raw concentrated cuteness!

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The Writer: Oh come on...

The Writer: That's really not fair. This is really too much. Completely ridiculous...

The Writer: You can't expect cuteness to even 1% convince me...

-2% nihilism!

"That may be true... but we don't need them. Our world... our people... they are all something we can achieve with effort, time, and most importantly of all, our HOPE!"

Leo appears, and says, "If the Godmodder wins, what will he bring? Nothing. He'll take the world for himself."

Blake appears, and says, "We have friends at home who may be able to help us. I believe we could potentially contact them for help."

"And so you see writer, not all hope is lost! We can BEAT THIS!"

Thus, me, Leo, and Blake do the MOST EPIC FINGER POINT IN HISTORY AT THE WRITER. Even cooler than that one moment from Phoenix Wright: Spirit of Justice.

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The Writer: ...You all seem so hopeful.

The Writer: I thought you would all be villianous, or cruel, or just as jaded as I but still continuing because you felt like you had to...

The Writer: ...

-3% nihilism!

I am a fool! Perhaps the greatest fool among these madmen! But even a fool such as I can come to a startling realization. We fought the Godmodder here. Yes that is certainly true. As did our entities, as did the Peacekeepers, as did a stalwart agent opposed to the bank of actions, as did many other players that are gone from us now. But! Just recently, more fought by our side. The Devils from the depths of hell, here out of greed and desperation, as did Angels from on high, comrades in Revolution, and forces opposed to tyranny. Outside of these trials and tribulations? I would bet that all who have a scrap of power or skill were fighting. To free themselves from the Godmodder. To fight against oppression. To fight for their very lives. Everyone is United! Opposed to a madman! Will this last forever? No. It is sad to be sure, but this unity will not last. However... people will be more open to talking. More open to friendship in memory against a shared foe. This existence of ours will only grow better from this war. Kinder. More united than before. However. For that dream to be a reality, we must win. We can't lose here. Not now, not here, not like this. Do you want to bet on this existence, bound in brotherhood by a shared foe, or on the dream of a madman claiming to be a God? Sidenote: I enjoyed your book, have you written any others?

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The Writer: Together... can we really overthrow Reality?

The Writer: No, enough questions...! I have to... I have to...

The Writer looks incredibly conflicted. Like he's on the fence...

-3% nihilism!

It may also interest you that Lucifer is dead, with all that that implies.

P.S. The stasis pod provides rather more to do than merely experience pleasure, and surely you would agree that even that tends to be a improvement over life in much of the Multiverse, yes?

I vote that we read the Truth about Joebob chapter.

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The Writer: ...I maintain my opposition to merely using simulations to replace a painful Reality. But with Lucifer dead... what does that mean for the afterlife...?

You take out the Truth and flip to the very back. You see, buried in the blank white pages normally at the end of the book, a penciled-in secret bonus chapter!

But not yet... not yet... SOON!

"Duck goes in Bar, Duck drinks whiskey, Duck goes quack."

I speak to the Writer: "Pain is Inevitable.

Misery is not."

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The Writer: You're saying... that the people of Reality may suffer pain, but they don't suffer misery? I'm not sure I understand...

I shake my head. "You have to remember, it'll be HIS reality. If he has free reign over existence, what's stopping him from just giving himself immortality? Even if he can't do that, he'd more than likely just have a hierarchy filled with successors ready to take his place. The cycle will continue endlessly. All of existence, all of reality, will just be a hellhole of eternal pain and subjugation.

"Unless we stop him here and now. We cut him short, and that won't happen. Once that's handled, we'll have all the time in the world to handle the rest of this reality's problems."

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The Writer: ...

-2% nihilism!

As I slowly eat my popcorn, and just enjoy the large scale debate of an individual towards a mass, I feel as if I should probably do something to help. A split second later, I think "nahhhhhh, they'll be fine"

Along with that thought, I immediately put three actions into making Cola grenades. Now with fifty percent more shrapnel and sweet sugary diabetes.

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You now have COLA GRENADES!

"So you think I won't force drugs on you? If morality was any guarantee, my moral objections to the Godmodder leading to the death of my entities would have done something!" I cough. "Simply because someone doesn't want something doesn't mean it's not a good thing."

Still, the manufacturing of an anti-nihilism material is only somewhat useful. Successfully using such a material will be fairly difficult given the Writer's capabilities. Oh well, even if I fail at using it later on it'll still help me empty my inventory!

Anyway I, uh, charge! Yes yes, charging is a legitimate way to use my turn and totally not me letting RL eat up my spare time! (x3)

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You charge, for whatever use its worth!

[aleph] Leah sighs. " What have we done so far? Uh... I think we just raided the Bank of Actions. Like, twice now. I'd say they're pretty screwed. I think these guys also deadified the Corporation? Not so sure about that weird hyperbreaucracy but I'm fairly sure we could probably wreck it too at this rate, if they won't willingly throw themselves into the line of fire just to stop the Godmodder somehow. Also, Satan's dead, the Godmodder killed him, though I guess that doesn't really count for what we've done except indirectly, ish?... We already went over D.I.G.I and what she'd do. We have Alice's soul orb and the knowledge she'll likely just lose Godmodding forever thanks to what she's done, as mentioned-its like right in the inventory far away from her, and she won't have the power to go after it even if she got second thoughts somehow. We convinced her to let go of that and break the cycle... Or, they did. Kinda feels weird to be here right now, but if I can help just a little bit I think it'll be worth it. Hrm, anything else...? uh. there was this Deleter thing but I'unno what that's about, I came in apparently right after that. It was apparently going to do something pretty bad. I guess it was... Uh. What was it? Right. 'Delete all glitch vectors' except everything's a glitch vector. So yeah, apocalypse averted. Uh, anything else? ... Right! The Temporal Guardian was actually the work of one of these guys... and... Hrm, well, I personally kind of undid at least one of the many tyrranies the Godmodder Installed, and this Piono guy-he really wrecked those tyrranies, kind of threw the Godmodder into a bit of despair. Which, I suppose, is fighting the Godmodder, so therefore bare minimum, even if everything goes, like, down the tubes even if we win, we can break these awful systems and have the world recover from Verraad and whatever other dumb Godmodders come after him... Oh! I guess this is something small, but Moniker-you know, the infamously impartial one-has said that, pretty much outright, he just gave all of our entities that made it this far happy endings. Like, even one that just got un-brainwashed and didn't do much of anything. As long as we win, of course. We've seen them-seen glimpses, I suppose, of everything that'll happen afterwards, if we win. If we're allowed to win. And we can't really win without that knowledge you have..."

Leah pauses.

"That was a lot and I'm sorry."

[bet] "... You know, I had to take some theology classes. They were a pain, but they taught me stuff that I remember. This is all theory, I'll admit, but I'll take a crack at it, see what you think. So-I don't think Godmodding is just some arbitrary BS ability that Satan cooked up for kicks. This is the father of evil, the prince of lies, the king of hell, the pinnacle of the fallen angels-or so they say. A boon that incredible would probably be emblematic of his position in every sense of the word. Satan rules over sin, evil, and all the bad times, so the first thing that comes to mind-now that I think of it-is that Godmodding has a consistent, internal 'core,' a theme, something that even at its very core is absolutely impossible to sway. A sin, most likely-something that would generate that sin in excess so Satan would have his fill of souls in hell. A deadly sin, more likely-one that would ensure that whoever took it up, and whoever was touched by it, would be pretty much damned unless they did something pretty much extra holy or whatever."

"... The obvious answer would be Pride-a sense of infallibility, wouldn't it? But I think its Sloth. Think about it-you can pretty much do whatever as a Godmodder. Flick of your wrist easy, even. No effort whatsoever. You don't have to really work for anything, save to get Souls for Satan, and later the Soul Orb, and Players are more than happy to throw themselves at you. It was made before Players, of course-so that just meant that the Godmodder was intended as an effectively invincible asshole bound to no-one but Satan, and after the Soul Orb got invented, well, no-one at all. The decaying morality of a Godmodder is that laziness decaying their sense of morality-"If I CAN'T just flick this problem away with a snap of my fingers, I shouldn't bother with it." This in turn devolves into just causing horrible casualties because that's the 'easy' solution to the 'problem' of 'being a hero' or something equally insane. Verraad is probably one of the most successful of all because he's actually defying that definition-he's been patient and dangerous with that power and has used ambition to sharpen his goals, though I also think he was just so amoral to begin with that Godmodding didn't do anything. But he's still leveraging that sin, well, differently, into what's arguably the *real* intention behind sloth-not just being a lazy asshole or expecting everything to come easy. It's... Apathy, I guess? Nihilism. The idea that you either have to be a bad guy, or nothing gets done. Be a jackass or you get nothing that you want, nothing that you need. That the only way to progress is to trample over people to do it. The moral trap that any change for the better is impossible, so why try at all? You either join the bad guys, or get stomped on by them. The inevitable victory of evil."

"Now, uh, with that in mind, and given how the Godmodder can be-especially Verraad-its really easy to get behind the idea of it all, that you have to be the bad guy or get crushed by the bad guy, no third option. And thus reality stagnates under a single wheel of oppression, devised by Satan and ongoing even now, well after his own death, just to prove that in the end he was right and God, those Architects, and every person who ever believed in anything other than that reality is hell, are totally wrong. He's laughing in his owh metaphorical grave. And given the existence of stuff like the Corporation, Evuacorp, the reason the Architects killed themselves, Moniker's own known impartiality to the point of kinda-insanity, and all other sorts of things like that, I'd reckon that its the reason Godmodding was so powerful to begin with-an emblematic concept of everything wrong with reality, and it only got worse over time. And, you want to know what's really scary right now, what I'm really terrified of more than anything? Uh, the emblematic concept of everything wrong with reality, literally everything you want to get rid of, the manifested idea of Nihilism and Apathy, is now rising up to challenge God almighty, who is now the last bastion between Verraad and the obliteration of reality to remake it into... Probably something just way worse. We've already said as much-the Godmodder's going to do all in his power to finangle some method of immortality, either literal or metaphorical, and then for eternity make Reality as something unto hell, with no chance of anything ever getting in the way of it. You know. Everything you ever hated, as all there is."

"... But that means that Players have to be the exact opposite, in order to fight them and come out on top at all. I don't know the seven heavenly virtues as well, but if Satan's put forth the sin of Sloth as the Godmodder, I believe that Perserverence is what Players embody-that no matter how harsh the road, no matter how impossible the circumstances, no matter what, that the fight for good is not only one that has to be made however hopeless it seems, but that it is fundamentally worth it, and that given time and effort, a lot of it, and some creative thinking, then eventually anything can become possible. Uh, that was a run-on, but whatever-point is, Player power is 'try and you shall succeed eventually,' emphasis on the eventually, and that's Preserverence. Hell, they even start with the same letter, which is kind of silly but whatever, life's silly. Now that I think about it-God's big gift to the world in most myths is creation, so having the power of Creativity as the method by which we represent Preserverence is pretty nifty. We can do things that even the Architects couldn't or can't, and the Godmodder, who's whole stick involves waving away whatever pesky thing is thrown at him, has to actually think about how to counter his foes-and thus in that moment of weakness he fails to figure what to do and takes damage, thereby ensuring his demise, slowly but surely."

"Sure-this almighty power of ours is restricted to fighting the Godmodder, a thing that for all of its restrictions and challenges is honestly for the best. And even under that, look at all the horrible things we undid! All of that was just loosely applying our abilities to fight the Godmodder to other stuff, or responding to obstacles in our path. We probably didn't try as hard as we could have, but I think a lot of us were amnesiac heading in-and imagine if we weren't. That's a lot of stuff we've done, including as of right now casually stopping quite a few apocalypses because you can't fight the Godmodder if the apocalypse is ongoing. If that's the bare minimum, think of what else we could do. If the Godmodder's defeat hinges on us not only slaying him but rallying the whole of reality behind us, then reality's getting rallied. If we had to break Evuacorp to fight the Godmodder, we're fighting Evuacorp. I suppose that's perhaps a wee bit too optimistic, but its what we kind of have to do-and what we're willing to do-and what a lot of people who're willing to rally the flag under us are willing to do. And sure-its a lot of responsibility and not everyone's up to that. Perhaps we've made stumbles on policing ourselves and our powers, too-but overall, we've made every effort to do the right thing. And I think that if it's the choice between a never-ending fight and just giving up... I say fight, at least. Isn't it worth it?"

"I'll admit this is all a theory. Its all speculation based on what I've seen and what I've heard, but... If it's true, if even a little, then there really isn't any time to waste. This is literally it-I can't think of anything more last-battle-y than this. And you really have the punched ticket to our success right on your lips. Can you help us? Spare just a few words for all of our... Like, essays of argument? Please?"

[gimel] Leah pauses, catching her breath. She didn't expect to speak that much.

She doesn't continue her story, or even make a word. Instead, she approaches the Writer-calmly, openly, with no weapons nor apparent malice. And...

"...Uh. Hey, so, uh. I'm about to do something pretty messed up."

Leah hugs the Writer.

"... It's pretty messed up, I know. Sorry."

Leah keeps her embrace tight and warm around a man years, decades, possibly centuries older than herself, as if she were hugging a beloved uncle.

Silence. Absolute dead silence. Just a few minutes of hugging.

"... Can you help us, please?"

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Critical argument! Finishing blow! The Writer's Nihilism drops to 0!

The Writer: Now I understand...

The Writer: Sloth... perseverance...

The Writer: I only wanted to allow the Godmodder to win because it was the easy way out... to throw everything onto someone else, justify it as a "chance", and then not have to do the legwork of improving things myself...

The Writer: But that path... the path of sloth... it never leads anywhere good.

The Writer: I understand...

The Writer slumps down a bit, but he also looks... almost relieved. Like some weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

'Well he is coming around to our side. I just hope he will do so soon enough for us to prevent Verraad from getting any further away.' I think to myself as I lean against the wall, Then I notice Altair's attempt to block the elevator only to get stopped hard by something and that Altair seems to be in alot of pain and is falling now.

'Ah hell!' I think to myself as I hurry over to where I think Altair going to hit the ground, Only for him to catch himself before doing so. I move over to check if he is alright. "Are you okay Altair?" I ask him as I get closer and prepare to either render first aid to him or offer him a hand to help him up off the ground depending on his answer.

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Altair: Thanks.

Altair: Damn... I don't think we're going to be able to stop that elevator. Whatever protections the Architects put on it, they're good ones.

Perhaps the foe's will was now broken, perhaps not. Either way, additional points wouldn't go amiss. ES leaned back against a newly spawned wall and brought forth a smoking cigarette in his hands. He didn't actually smoke, but the visual was nice. He even shifted the lighting around him to be a bit more film noir-y. Aesthetic, you know?

"Two arguments." He flipped the cigarette around and smacked it against the wall before tossing it aside. "That's all we've really made, come to think of it. This world has hope, the next one won't. Just varying degrees of eloquence and angles of attack around those two core points."

Amelia, having gotten into the mood and flow of power, had swapped the last vestiges of equipment for a hat and trench coat, because at this point why not. "We could be saying the exact same things over and over again, and it'd get the same ideas across. You're loathe to consider our ideas, because they challenge your conceptions. Everyone's like that, at least a little, but there is a time to put aside your righteousness."

"Truth is, this game was rigged from the start, because you both know the facts and act in denial of them." ES shrugged as flickering holograms of a dystopian skyline fade in and out of existence around him and the Writer. "I had planned an entire speech about how empires almost always fall to external pressure of some kind, rarely just internal dissent. Especially successful ones. Sure, there are exceptions, but they're rare and were usually weak states. An absolutist Godmodder state would not have the relevant problems. But other people have already covered that, because the idea is obvious to seemingly everyone except you."

"I think it's not your fault, Mister Writer. You've spent so long looking at this reality, you've failed to consider the possibility of what may come after. So long as it's different, it's better. But I'm afraid that can't be so. The more stable governments of reality are able to go about without rebellion, but Verraad's interdimensional empire was constantly collapsing in on itself even in this universe. This would change in the new realm, but very much not because of an improvement in conditions."

"And now you're even working with him. Sunk cost, that's all it is. You think you've gone too far, so you can't be wrong. You just can't. It's a common form of bullheadedness, really, but right now we can't afford it. Not if we want to try and undo the damage that's already been done and prevent exponentially greater harm. And the thing is, I think you know that you're not being true to the Truth, at least on some level. You're trying to argue against us, but with mere statements of your axioms. You're not backing any of it up. Because there are no actual good arguments for what you think. Not anymore."

"To finish, I remind you that this world has hope. Satan had no more power to install a fate of permanent Godmodding in reality than you or I: the fact the cycle remains unbroken is testament only to bad luck and lacking will. We can change it here and now, if you'll only let us. Already, we've seen some of the harshest foes of goodness wiped out by our hands or his. As long as someone exists to challenge the cycle, hope remains."

"More cynically, I remind you that the Godmodder is the epitome of an evil genius. You think he hasn't considered the possibility his endless cruelty might cease if by some unlikely disaster he perishes? For a nihilist, you're awfully naive. This is the man that has stymied us at almost every step with contingency after contingency, and I expect him to be no less intelligent when setting up his new world. With the power of the Architects, he could heal himself to full and gain more power than he has even now. He'd stuff his forces with capable and fanatically devoted commanders who would carry out his malicious will to keep the proles suppressed to and beyond the end of time. Not even in all eternity would he ever be sated, nor overthrown. If he becomes bored, the most likely outcome is alleviating it with attempts at ever greater tortures. It would be a hell that encompasses every atom of space, every moment of time."

"We need to get going soon if we are to stop this. Mister Writer, it's time for you to wake up. Wake up, and smell the ashes."

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The Writer: Wake up, and smell the ashes? Hah. That's a good one, almost.

The Writer: Yes, I understand. I'm still having a hard time accepting it, but... I understand.

I stir from dormancy, having conceived an argument in favor of the Players' point of view.

"The Writer. You wrote The Truth because you wanted people to believe what you thought was the truth. We didn't believe all of it, but we believed most of it. The parts about Entropic Paradox Rolls, Godmodders, Architects... you showed us the story behind our conflict with the Godmodder. But if the Godmodder is allowed to reshape reality, he will hide his past behind an iron veil. No one but him will ever know of the previous reality, and even he will delude himself as to the details eventually."

"The truth, in both senses of the word, ought be known. Will you allow the Godmodder to conceal it?"

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The Writer: I suppose I can't. Imagine the history that would be lost... it seems sad, now that I think of it!

Moniker
I don't have like 2 cp saved
I used it up earlier
Also i have Superbones, Naruto chakra fruit magic and hax eyes
Why does your post say i have jawbreaker shield??

I face the Writer and look into his eyes, trying my best to convey my sincerity and concern for the future
You still have hope for a better future
Why place it on the godmodder
Even if player power doesn't exist anymore
We can still do our best as ordinary people
Like in that movie Bruce Almighty
A random act of kindness can be exactly what's needed
I literally try my best to follow this policy
Here and in reality outside this player vs godmodder

It seems like you're turning a blind eye to all the good things of this reality
The doctors with out borders
The people who kept hope and still helped others even while under the worst situations
There is more to life than just misery

Just as unfair inequality and suffering exists
There exists good people who work for the betterment of their fellow humans
And are compassionate

Think of all the people who do their best to change things in this very unfair world
Ghandi, Martin Luthor King and many others
They all came from this same reality

The value of a man is measured by seeing how he treats those below him
What does that say about the Godmodder
And in this new reality everyone will be at his mercy

And your hope that he will pass away and then this new reality will be free and soo much better

That is just as much of a gamble as the current reality
But with much worse odds
the godmodder is gonna create a new reality where he makes the rules
i am sure he is not gonna give up even an iota of his power
Thus how do you expect him to die
The past cannot be trusted as this is gonna be a new reality tailer made to the godmodders specifications

Do not abandon what you have in front of you for a one in a million chance of things getting better
And thus curse all of reality to be worse than what it is now


Try to control reality so that you're released from any of the godmodders mind control
Just in case,if that is what he did


Don't blame all those things that came as part of this war, they wouldn't have happened without the godmodder and his Actions

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The Writer: What was I thinking...?

Inventory fixed!

Action 3: Writer, we need to know God's critical soul weakness. If we know it, we may have a chance of stopping the Godmodder from slaying God.

I've got a Prophecy. God will die.

Prophecies have a 30% failure rate. Let's hope we get lucky.

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The Writer turns and looks at the elevator, rising rapidly.

The Writer: God's audience with the Godmodder will be private.

The Writer: It may be too late...

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The Writer's Nihilism is at 0%. He is defeated.

Finally, he sits down and sighs.

The Writer: Players. I am so, so sorry.

The Writer: I understand now. This path was always one that led towards ruin and death.

The Writer: Now... I hate to say this... I'll show you what I found God's critical soul weakness to be, but... I think its too late.

The Writer: The Godmodder's victory may well be certain, now.

The Writer: But... no. You've all told me to have hope. And right now, that's what we have to do. There may be an opportunity yet.

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The Godmodder's elevator rises and disappears above the clouds. The clouds are completely impenetrable - there's no way you can get inside. With a sinking feeling, you realize that the 5th Tribulation is about to begin...

Everything's gone so quiet. In the distance, you see the Planes hovering, held in perfect position. Thunder and lightning from the clouds of heaven echo, audible just barely in the background.

The Writer: Players...

The Writer: After having fought you just now... I think I've realized what makes you different from the other Player groups.

The Writer: You have unity and purpose. Most other Player groups used little to no teamwork. But you... you work together.

The Writer: If you keep that unity, and keep persevering... then you might stand a chance.

The Writer pulls out a post-it note, similar to the one he gave to the godmodder. He hands it to you, without writing anything on it.

Turning it over, back and forth... the post-it note is completely blank.


THE HEXAGONAFIELD:

ITINERARY:

[N]The Writer: 1/1 HP, Rewrite!A

Player list:

Spoiler

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: 4 (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)
Gnich - CP: 0 (x3 Cola grenades)
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, naruto chakra fruit, hax eyes)
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

 

[Moniker]

Amidst the silence, you hear familiar Omnispeech. It sounds louder than ever, now.

ATTENTION PEOPLES OF REALITY:

At the current time, every one of Reality's Planes is now in one place, save the Arbiter's Plane.

The Fifth Tribulation will now begin, and its end will signal the completion of the Evacuation Directive.

THE END:

The Fifth Tribulation is one final check before everything finishes. Whoever pressed the last buttons on the terminal at the end of the Fourth Tribulation will be brought before God himself, who shall act as the judge of whether or not the Evacuation Directive is justified. If the angels fought them last Tribulation, then their reward is an audience to plead their case. Note that the judgement will occur for the movement as a whole, not the specific person brought in front of God. If God judges the Evacuation Directive to be unjustified, wait patiently for him and the angels to set matters right again. Do note that the process may take a substantial amount of time.

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The Godmodder's elevator finishes its ascent.

With a smile on his face, the Godmodder steps outside the Terminal room, and onto a bright golden platform. All around them is a chamber of clouds, stretching about a mile wide. On the far side, opposite the Godmodder, shines a blinding light. God himself.

The Godmodder: You're the Big Man, right?

The Godmodder: You should know what's about to happen already.

[You are not immortal.]

[You will not become immortal.]

[You will fail.]

The Godmodder is staring down, off to the side, away from God. The light shrouding God's true form is very bright. He'd hate to hurt his eyes.

God could have attacked the moment the Godmodder entered. But he already knew that wouldn't work. With Godmodding powers plus Satan's powers in the form of Descendancy, the Godmodder's own abilities now rival God's.

The Godmodder knows, of course, that this isn't really the God commonly held in numerous religions to be omnipotent. The Architects were stronger than God, although by a relatively small margin.

In a prolonged battle, the Godmodder would surely take at least 1 damage. But this will not be a prolonged battle.

That said... the Godmodder frowns for a moment. God's words... he doubts.

But then he realized. Of course! God held off on attacking to plant doubt within his heart. But now that he's AWARE of God's trick, it won't work at all! Of course... definitely...

The Godmodder shakes it off.

[Reality will survive.]

[And you will have no part in it.]

The Godmodder takes a deep breath, turns to look at God, and attacks, using

The Godmodder:

The Godmodder:

The Godmodder:

The Godmodder:

The Godmodder:

The Godmodder strikes with . Then .

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3̸̨͉̠͓͍̞̪̺̺͖̣̘̹̦̯̣̝͇͓̗̥̓̆̋̍̔̓̾̂̾̊͛̊̕͝͝͠ͅ2̸̢̨̡̛̜̹̰͖͙̱̯͎͕̫̙͎̘̘̺̼̬̼̪̞͕̬̣̼̜͚̜̲͙̟͍͓͈̭̹̫̘̖̭̟̣͎̲̃̑̉̔̀͆̒̎͑̅̆́̿̈́̌͑̍͂̀͊̾͑͑͘̕͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅr̶̛̛͓̻̯͓͚̃͊͋̅̄̿̃̎̑̀͐̾̌̈́̓̈́̂̽̅̇̍̓̓͑̔̔̊͗̇̉̈̓̉͑̌̃̒̌̋̋́͊̔͋̍̚͘͘̚̕̕͠͠͝͝͝͠7̸̧̢̨̧̧͓͇̫̲̻͕̳̪̺̭̦̭̝̭̟͍̘͇̩̣̟͚̪̗̲̜̦̫͕̹͈̬͙̼̤̘̪̹̩̩̜̺̮̬̣̝͖̳̞̞̞̫̻͗̏́̄͆͗͌̔̽͠͠ͅỹ̶̧̨̨̨̡̛̛̜̞͙͉̳̯̥͍̝̼̼̥̥̟̲̜͔̩̰͍̜͖̬͙̝̪͚̹͚̐̃̄̀͂̊̆͒͗̓͆̓̒̔̔̈́̓͆̔̅̃̃̃̉́̀̊̈̈̀̍͊̐͑͗͑̀̀͂̒̃̒́̒͆̈́͌̋͑̊̅̊̎̽̓̕̚̚͜͜͝͝͠ư̶̛̛̫̣̘̦͇̦̲̏͐͊̈̈́̒͐̍͑̓͒̂̂͊̓̀̓̂͌̈́͗̑̽͗̀͌͆̐̆̀̒̅̊̉̚̚͘̚̚̕̚̕͘͝͝͝i̶̡̛͇̘̺̩̞͚͉̜̟̞̠̳̱̪̘̣̖̗͇͓̩̪̻̙̜̯̞̖̜̙̤̳̲̥̜͉͑̉͑̉̽̈́̃̍̈́̒̿͛̄̑͛͑̈́̏̄͛̀̌́̅̈́̓̓̎̋̆͂̌͊̀̿̓͊̕̕̚͜͝ͅͅŗ̴̢̡̡̢͍͖̞̹͚̤̜̳̺̩̮̪̩̞͈̜͉͓̜̪͈̘̯͕̩̹͙̺͍̑̇̔̈́͆̈́̃̃̎̌͛̎͂̉̈̎̂̐̎̆̽̏̆̓͐̒̚̕͘͜͜͜͝ͅg̵̡̨̢̯̙̪̮̰̭͚̺͙̟̗̟͉̣̩͔̖̖̮̦͙̦̼̙̣̬̩̱̺̹͈̭̻̼͚̥̺̣̓͆̎̔͐̏͌̈́̈̓̍̀̅͠q̷̧̧̢̛̛̛̛̛̣̭̱̬̼̹̣̭̮̠̘͓͚͚̘̺͍̪̦͚̲̤͔̲̻̬̦̦̤̖̰͓̺̣̺̺͍̪̠̬̺̖͓̠̩̼͇͇̬̭͖̯̭̩̤̤͐̿̈́͐̀̅͋͐̉̇́́̏͆͛̀̀̐̾̈́͛̀̅̾̎͘̕̚̕̕͜͜͜͠͝ͅͅư̴̠̖̟̬͙̯͊̽̃̉́̽̓̂̿̀̿̑̃h̷̨̢̧̙̠͙͙̫̹̜̮͉̠̙͕̞͙̟͍̖̜̥̝̰̖̻̻̺̲̻̊́̉̎̽̾͗͊̄̀̄̆͗͜͜ͅͅͅi̸̢̛̛̠̮̲͖͎̝͈͔͉̙̲̦̰͛̿̊͗͑͌̾̆̀̀̆̏̾̓̎͗̒̉̈̈́̓̔̒͛̀͌͆̆̾̈̋̏̄́̐̀͘̚͘͠͝͠͠ͅḟ̶̛̱̦̮̦̹̣̹͂́̊̏̀͊̊̊̀̏̏̇̑͛̏͊͂̄̈́̚͘͝b̶̧̛̩̙̣̜̬̙̦̮̭̪̲̻̼̮̩̭̼͖̪̬̗̞̪͙͎̯̼͍͇̠͎̠̙̠͖͈̭͇̺͔͔̝̰̗̖͎͙̑̔̿̏̔̈̋̒̂́̾̊͐̔̈́̊̃̎̿̓̍̀̒̃̒͒͆̈́́̑̔́́́̿̉́̔̇ͅj̸̨̢̧̡̧̦̟͎̘͔͕̱͍̗̯̭̠͇̺̰̲̟̹̘͍͓̥̱̞̫̠̱̋̇̏̈́̑̃̋̂͐́͌̓̽̅̀̔̈́̆̌͐̈́͌̇̆̈́̓̄̐́̔̐̒͛͛͂̈́̈̍̐̾̿́͌̿͋̌̈́̅̐̑̈́̐̎̒̊͗͊͌̚͘͘̚͝͠ ̶̨̡̢̛͈͖̝̳͚̤̝̞͕̖̬͍͖̰̙̮̪̳̝͉̲̻͓̪̺̳̳͇̹͕̣̝̭̩̙͕̣̼͖̮̹̲̝̏̉̾̾̀̀̎͛̽̾̍̉͂͌͛͑̉́̈́͌͆͗͗̆͆̐̈́̏̊̐̋̀̆̀̋̓̑̊̆͌̾͌̈́̒̋̔̚͘͜͝q̵̡͎̬̙͕͉̟̜̭̖̫̣̪̳̖̼̗̻͈̦̫̹̬̞̝͇͖̲̫̮̱̫̫͚̞̰͈̟̝̟̫̹̬̱̪̰̞̖͎͔̱̪̺̗͇̤̞̈́̎̀͌̈̀̄̆̚͜͝ͅh̵̨̢̧̧̛̛̩̪͖͕͎͕̣̲͍͈̯̫̙̝͇͍̫̟̫̦̖͖͉̰̟̙̩͓̟̭͈̰̹͙̹̘̟̫͚̣͓̣͓͔͕̫̣͎͙̰̗͈͂̽̄̆̓͛͆̊̂͋͊̅̏̀̅̽̒̌̏̉̌͐̄͆͐͒̔̇̏͑̆͒͗̓̂̿͗͐́̆͌͑̃͛͂͛͋͊̊͗̓͘̕̕͘̚͜ư̶̡̧̧̨̧̡̛̬͈̜̳̖̳̪̺͕̯̖̪̟̻͍͙͇͈̼̱͇̝͖̥̫͖̥͉̰̩͔̯̦͔̱̩̝͕̙̥͚̠̣̣͎̝̈́͑̈̈́̐̈́́̓͐̈̋̎́̐̈͒̌̾̌͗̓̈͆͒̀͒̀̀̆͊̋̉̂̃̿̈̎̀̅̓͂̀̇̅́͒͑̆̉̾̅͘̚̕̕͝͝͝ͅi̶̛̙̦̘̳̺͎͙͂̒̋́͑̓̽͌͗̂̉̒̍̓̿̆̀͑̚͘̕͝ ̸̨̛̺̜͕̰͉̬̙̙̰̞̤̞͎͇̝̞̠̘̬̫̪͈̣̩̈́́̽̈́̓̄͑̈́͑̽́̎͌͑͐͒́̊͗͆̂̋͜͝͝͝f̴̡̧̢̛̭̫̗̱͈̺͓̼̦̼͖̭̫̻̘̱̟̳͓͖̫͇͇̝̩̫̗̗̤̗̰̺̙͈̬̼̗͈̌͌̈̈́̍̔́̉̔͂͑̓̿͒̾͑͜͠͠h̸̛͇̥̭̤̞̹͔̖̣͈̺̘̻̃̏͆̏͑̊̽̊̍̋̈́̓̈͊̅̐̄͑͆̔̀̀͆̐̎̒̅̿̈͌̅̀̅̾̂̈́̌̒̈́̑̓̃̑̕̕̕̚͠͝͠ͅử̷̡̢̙̲̼̩͙͙̥͈̰̪̟̦̦̤̲͙͉͖̻̞͉̳͍̫͖̠̰̺̮͕̯̻̺͍̪̱͎͉̱̬̩̯͉̣̝̱͖̱̙͓̲͈̖̫̹̇̿̓́͆́̅̐̄̇͊̍́̅̓͑̌̈́̌͛͗̌̒̆́̓̏̃̐̃͊͒̅͛̓͒̓́̽̂̋̕̕̚͘͜͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅḭ̵̡̢̡̛̛͖̼̫̭͙̠̹͇͓͈̪̝̱̦̮͕͍̤̖͇̳̦̠̣̝͉͙̪̥̮̠̝͉͔̗̩͚̜͍̪̭̔̓̇̄͒̆͗̋̏͐̓͑͋̆̍͑͒̽̔̾̈́͌͆̂̅̅̋͂̂̈́̏̽̓͑̅̂͒͒̾̾̄̆͗̐͛͌̅͆͐̄̾̄̃̐̚͘̚͘͠͝͝͝ͅo̷̠͍͕̤̼͚̩̹̮̼͓̦̝͎̲̦͓̖̲̜̺̯͈̼͙͕̭͉̝̣̙̩̯͕̘̦̥̩̰̥͔͍̩̭̠̥͉͙͈͌̽͜͝f̵̧̢̢̛̙̱̙̹̻̙̹̱̺̠͕̤̥͈̳̼̥̥̭͍̩̖̩͇̲̪̜̝̼̠̻̥̭͇̼̣̳͉͙̮͉̠̳̮̗̈͛͗̍̑̉͂̉̌̆͑̍̄̉̆͑͛͂̈͊̄̍͘͘͜͝͝͝ ̸̨̯̰̻̅̈́̊̈́̉͂͌͊̉̋̍̐̀̾̀̂̎̌̂͛̀̽̀̎̃͊͋̅͑̍̓̄̅́̀̄͗̄͌͐̌͐͌͊̄̂̆̍̄̊͌̍̏̀͘̕̚͝͠͠͝͝q̵̨̨̡͓͚̺̼͍̯͚͈̖̻̩̳̹̠͉̠̮͇̝̗̟̮̤̺̯̺̳̮͔͈̦̤̜̫̝̲͓̼͈̘̞̥̬̗̦͇̠̊̅̉̐̄̅͑͑̀͆̾̍̈́̋̅̂͊͛̽̂̀͒̈́̇̅̎̎̂̎̈͒̔́̅̽̈́̃͛̏͛̋͆̓̐̈́̎̈̿͐̔̃͂̚̚͜͜͜͜͝͠͝ͅn̷̡̢̨̡̧̡̧̧̢̛̹̝̲̖̘̰̫̖̠̟̜̖͕̜͙̜̠̘͕͇͔͎̩̠̲̖̭̩͍͖̗̗̤͍̲̞̫̪͎̲̣͚̝͈͎̄̎̐̓̈́͛͑͂̇̎̈́͛̓́̇͊̎̀͂͘͘͝l̸̢̡̛̛̛͖̱̳̟̗̣̬̙͔͙͙͕̜̭̣͎̦͂̔͊̄̏̔̊͊̀̇͆̾̔͆̾́̇̉̉̇͌͂̋͗̉̓̌́̽̑̚͘̚͠ͅͅķ̴̨̢̺̻̳͈͉̩͓̘̪͚͎̺̘͖͈̞̫̠̼͇̙̗̜͖̪̪͎̝̻̫͉̻̩̯̖̲̻͎̥̞̦̎̈́͗́̄͌̊̈́͒̓͂̍̒̒̀̔̽̄̒̃̓̓̈͑́̀̀̎͌̾̈́̆͑̆̀͋̈́͗̐͘͘̕͘̕̕ͅͅ ̷̢̡̢̧̨̣̲͚̞̫̞̜̫͉̖̺̺̰̞̝͉̜̟̟̗̲̝͔̣̞̬̰̱̞̺̙̜̼̝̦̫̹̱͚͈̫̹̩̜̟̥̠͊̓͋̋̄̈͐̒͊͌͊̈́̉̉͒̒̓́̍̊̓̌́̾͐̑̉̇̇̅͐̓͐͑̆͂̓̀̑̾͂̚͘͘͘̚̚͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅf̴̧̧̡̨̡͙̲̬̯̤̺̘̹͈̦̤̜͉̻̮̪̰̗͖̜̗̯͍̝̞̮̮̭̻̮̜͍͙̤̠̣̭̝̬͒̽̾͌͗̌̈́̋͊͋͛̎̑̌̍͊́̚͜͝͝ͅ ̴̡̡̛̛͕̭̟̭̩̳͉̘̳͙̘̰͙̹̪͍̞̏͌̽̂͒̿͋̆͑̆̌̽͌̈́̈́̒̉́̈́̓̃͛͊͊̑̇̊́̐̓͛̑͆́̾̈̚̚f̵̧̧̛̛̭̬̬͖̣͍̮͖̫͔̩͇̦͎͚͔͔̙͈̲͔̮͖̱̰͚̤͙̼̺̝͚̺̲͓̯̰̗͈̺̙͔̻̖͈̼̯̳͔̮̬͕̮͇́̐͒̌͒̎̌͒̈́̀̊̊̈͑͗̐̇̉́̒̏͑̓̐̈̋̎̈́̈́̀͋͋̆̿̅́̌̀̓̒̀̀̌̽̒͂̓͐͑̀̔̈́͛̓̓͐̕͘̚͜͠͝͝ͅö̸̢̢͚̘̻̟̞͎̠͈̩͎̪͍͍̫͍͔̟̗̣͖̙͔̺̜͍͙̼́̀̅́͊̉̀́̇̎͆̀̓͜͠͝ ̷̝͔̺͖̘̾̈̔͛͊͛̆̊̂̿̽̽̉͋̒́̋̀̌̑͊͆͒̆͌̏͋̓̑̈́̐͛̍̅͗̐̅̐́̆̆͌̌̚̕̚͘͝͠f̸̧̨̨̡̮͓̝͕͈̱̼͎̬̗̭͕̤̮͚̖͓̰͓̥̘̙̬̤͓̹̘͇̜̙̜̣̺̥̼̍̈́͊̌̓͊̋́͠ͅq̸̢̛͓̙̖̩͖̻̗̖̦̤̯̩̲͍̞͕͌̿̐̂̉̽͒̆̾̓̔̏̋̀̋̏͐̈̈́̽̇̈́͒̔̔̄̑̀͂́̀̆̓̏͆̾̚̕̕͜͜͝͠͝u̷̧̧̢̡͉̯͖̲͚̭̝̺̠̫̪͍̦̥͎̠͈͙̙̖͍̫̣̬̯̖̥͍͍͇͙̣͈̜̮̐͆̑̉̋̇̉͊͐̀͊̎̾͑̽̑͋̓̾̍̂̔̽́̌̿͆́̽̆̎̇̀̓̈́̎́̽̕̚̚͜͠ͅh̷̨̧̢̢̢̛̞̯͓̮͔̝͔͖̣̺̫̱̯̜͈̱̜̼̱̭͖͍̳̠͉̖̮̱̳͈̬́́̽̇͂̀͊̇̽̈́͑̈́͒̉̓̈́̓͋̂͋͊̎̎̅̽̾̀̋̂̽͘͝i̷̡̧̮̥͎̠̟̺̘͕͎̻͚͍͔̖̖̬̞̞̭̳̣̠̼̪̮̺͖̲̦͙̬̫̬̭̭̇̏̄͋͛͋͋̄̀́́̌̆̏̇̊̍̑͛͐̊͗̒̉̓͜͝ͅ ̶̣̠̹̈́͑̑̀̉́̃̈̽̊̔͋̇̄̐͊̃̎́͋̓̀͆̾͂̔͛͐̂̾͋̂͐̐̃͗̂̈́̕̕̚͝͝͠ ̶̛̯̖̲̙̠̯̩̝̝̌̑͗̔̀͋̎̆̄̑͌̎͂̀̊̈́́͋̈̃̋̈́̽̔̉̇̓̔̀́̄̉̚̕̚͝͝͠͝͝f̸̧̨̡̧̥̤̘̦̘̝̹̞̪͔̻̲͔̭̺̰͔͔̳̣̣͚̰̰̮̳̤̬͚̺̠̩͇̹̳̠̦̮̗̝̘̺̹̈́̈́̋͑̈̒̊͑̆͑̈́͘̚͘̚͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅḩ̸̧̛̳̩̟͓̝̦͉͔̟̬̝̮̩͓̙̦̗̲̥̎̌̔̿͆̽̀̄͌͊̓̽̋́̕͜ų̶̧̢̡̨̛̞͙͙͕͙͙̟̩͓̥̳̻̲̠̪͖̫̹̣͓̪̹͖͎̪̝͇̠̠̝̠̤̦̮͕̳̣͙͇̗͎͎͓͓͍͚͚̺͕̝̥͊̐͛̑̾̇̎̈́̾̽̾̆͊͠͠͠ͅi̴̛̛̮̲̦̯͉̼̖͖̣̥̜͚̘̰̣̱̣̝͂̅͂̌̊͊̀͌̎̈̏̆̂̓̊͛͗̅ơ̶̢̡̢̡̠͇̝͉̮̱̝̟̼̘̼͈͉̰̮̻̭͓͈̲̭̥̹̪̦̬͎͉̦̟̝̙̫̞̯͖͕̬͚͂̔͐͊͂̂̚ͅf̸̨̨̛͖̯̟̹͕̲̭͉͕̟̠̰̲̲͓̯͔̰̺̯̖̳̫̗̪̮͚̦̼̜̳̗̿̃̀̌̓͊̀͊͂̒͗͒̌̓̒̐̽̂̐͑͒̔̈́̃̽̄͊̃̕̚̕ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡̨̡̧̨̨̡̛͕͎̫̩̘̻̗͇̩͚͉̹̩̜̰͓̺̤̠̥͍̜̼̻̗̞͍͈̞̯̩̙͇̙͓͍͊͌̒̄̊̓́͋͊̉̀͒́̽̌͒̅̃̈́̅̄̋̇̏̍̋̾̔̇̐̒̍̀̔̇͑͆̃͋̔͑̈́̄̊͂͗̈͛͒͌͘̕͜͜͝͠ͅͅͅͅë̷̢̨̡̛͙̩̱̩̺̱̲̠̟͇͚̙͉̭̹̬͖̯̣̤̘̫͔̜̻͇́̔̏̋̃̽̉̀̍̏͗̿̆̈́̓̀͆̓̏̏́́́̐̿͊̊͊͆̊̆̾̾̉̊̚̚͝͝͝͠ ef










CRITICAL SOUL WEAKNESS STRUCK

GOD IS NO MORE

 

[Moniker]

ATTENTION PEOPLES OF REALITY

If you're hearing this message, that indicates that God has approved the Evacuation Directive's completion. The 5th Tribulation is now considered complete. Please listen very carefully.

The sinister voice of the Godmodder echoes throughout every inch of Reality.



God is dead. The atheists were wrong, up until today. Now, they are right.

I have seized all of God's powers, and acquired complete immortality, invincibility, and control. With them, I issued the approval for the completion of the Evacuation Directive.

Soon, Reality itself will be eradicated.

Luckily for you, this will take a few hours. Please spend these last moments with your families, friends, or whatever it is mortals have. Do note feebly attempt to resist. Do not try and find a place to hide. It will be pointless.

Now then... it's time to complete the first step of creating Reality 2.

From the clouds, you see a blinding white light descend! But there's nothing heavenly about it. It's the Godmodder!

The Godmodder has now become the Ascendant Descendant, acquiring the full power of God and Satan combined! Together, they're even more than the sum of their parts!

The Godmodder is now the most powerful being to ever exist. It would take all of the Architects together to stand even a chance against him in terms of raw power.

The Godmodder activates UNHOLY DIVINE SHIELD! You don't see anything, but you feel it... the Godmodder is now surrounded with a completely invincible shield. Not even Yorehammer can break it.

The Godmodder stares down at the Players with a smirk.

The Godmodder: You tried so hard.

The Godmodder: And for naught.

The Godmodder: God tried to taunt me. Tell me I'll fail. I don't think he had anything to back it up with.

The Godmodder: Feel free to continue your resistance. I no longer have anything to fear.

The Godmodder raises his hands in the air! You're still high up on the invisible platform, but on the ruined and torn stone landscape below you, you see dark shadows... more and more...

They're entities! Hundreds, no, thousands! And all of them just as powerful as the Army of 50 you recently finished beating down! But they're far away, and don't threaten you... The Godmodder looks at his hands, turning them over, bending his fingers in and out... so much power...

The Godmodder: Now... ha... hahaha... now...

The Godmodder barely forces the words out over his laughter.

The Godmodder: BOW DOWN! Bow down to the GOD OF THE NEW REALITY!

The Godmodder: AH HAH HAH HAH HAH!

The Godmodder's normally mostly emotionless face has an expression of pure ecstasy.

The Godmodder: I want to delay, but... I musn't!

The Godmodder: I'm off to go use Unholy Divine Obliteration, the ultimate Reality-destroying attack. What you do until that moment is entirely up to you!

The Godmodder: Maybe you could draw up some plans for Reality 2 in the hopes I'll listen? See that movie you wanted to see? Finally try and finish your old Steam library? Make some last, desperate attempt to stop me? Whip up that new recipe you've been wanting to try?

The Godmodder: It's all the same either way! Ha!

With a blip, the Godmodder teleports away.

And you're all left standing there.

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Altair: ...

Altair: Team meeting.

Altair: Now.

(The next storypost, the Last Meetup, should be up tomorrow.)