Defeat The Godmodder

[Karpinskaya]

I toss my CP to Quinn, along with any I might make this turn.

 

[Strider626]

I wanna do what Dangan's doing
Am frozen screaming inside.
But then i realise
It's not yet over
We have one more chance
Even if it's very very slim

I give my 2 cp to those who needs it
And i stand ready to search

Also ready to defend the players from the unending horde of pg entities
Using my last cp
I use my five DRILLING bone bullet technique
And shoot a rain of such bones at the monsters
Each of these bones if they touch an entity, turn them into ash normally
Now with the bones power boosted
Even that doesn't remain

While I'm doing this i am also thinking of what to do about the lose of power that's gonna happen
Then i realise
I actually teleported the chakra fruit and all it's changes to me are permanent
It doesn't matter that I'll lose the reality bending
I'll still have all my inherant abilities
Hopefully

The chakra fruit is basically making me part god
So hopefully I'll be able to keep hold of at least that much power

 

[The quiet watcher]

The quiet watcher looks at the antimatter bullet he was rolling along his fingers, before coming to a decision. He pocketed the bullet and passed everything else in his inventory over without a single word. He had an idea on what he was going to use it for.

 

[pionoplayer]

Piono screams down through the air, slamming into the ground with enough force that it crunches, cracks, and shatters when he lands.
"What happened? I... We all... Did we..."
He looks worried, scared. Yet another first for Piono's lategame emotional rollercoaster.
"Did we lose?"

The situation is explained to him.
"...Alright. I guess this is where the end of our journey leads."
He turns to The Writer.
"I'm guessing that you're going to be how we get back to Earth? We're all a tad bit too dead to reach the Ruins at the moment.
If you are... you should stay here for a bit if you can. Sophia is rounding up the rest of the players that were out helping keep the evacuation from obliterating everything at once. They're obviously not here yet, but you should be getting a trickle of more people over the next little while. Hopefully that's enough."

Piono calls everyone to the center for a moment, motioning for everyone to ring up and put their hands towards the center, like one of those team chant things.
"Looks like this is the end of the line, one way or another. So all of us are gonna go out there and do our best. You guys?" he looks at the NPCPs over towards the side. "Give the motherGORILLA a fight to remember for us.
We already kicked his sorry butt to the curb several times before now. We can and WILL do it again. LETS DO THIS"
Presumably everyone raises their arms and shouts.


I dunno if this is a valuable contribution but dangit, we're gonna do this right.

 

[The_Nonexistent_Tazz]

Leah's been leaning against a wall, muttering to herself the whole time. She hands 2 CP to Altair. The third...

[gimel]

Leah takes out a video recorder and starts talking.

"... So. This is it then. In a few hours this war will be decided for good, and reality will either enter a new era or be replaced. Its... rather daunting to think about."

"...I know what you're thinking. That we've lost. That we're hopeless. There's nothing in all of reality that could stop the Godmodder now. Verraad's invincible, we've lost."

"... Even so, we're going to fight! There's still a chance, however slim! It isn't about if we 'have a chance' or not, we have to! Its the first priority for us-as those who were chosen to fight the guy its only right, but I think you all know better than to assume its just us. Players came out of nowhere-we weren't always no-ones but we weren't the legendary heroes we are now because we sat on our rears and did nothing. We got those powers only after proving we could, and would, use them! I suppose, even in their absense, that this won't be any different."

"For these last few hours, we are going to transfer all of our power to Altair and a few other Players. By the time you all receive this message, it'll already have happened. We'll have set up a foritification and will begin a counterattack on the Godmodder-we will throw everything we have at him, even if it looks hopeless, even if it is hopeless, because sitting on our laurels while the world burns is not what we want to do! We will defeat the Godmoder-even God Himself said as much, and even if He died... I don't think counting out His word is a great idea. I think you all know how we could, even. We just need to work together and never give up!"

"... For all the denizens of Reality watching this, hearing this-if you can, if you truly wish to, you can help us. The Godmodder might be invincible to you, but his minions aren't. And there's plenty of power in all of you. These trials and tribulations were meant to be faced by the warriors of reality, the warriors sidelined by the Godmodder themselves. I'm not sure if you even can, or if you think its hopeless, but even so, wouldn't it be better to go out trying than just sitting around doing nothing if you can help?"

"... For the other Players... I'm sorry. We're sorry. WE have no intention of giving up-we never had. But if we could have seen this coming, or hell, tried, fought harder-we could have ended this whole thing well before now and stop this before it started. Even one thing more could have been the difference. But-this isn't the end! You mustn't forget that. We *have* to work together. No more lone wolf nonsense, we have to fight the Godmodder as a team! He's been trying to divide and dissuade us with every word out of his mouth-that rat bastard can only talk so much though! The planes colliding into each other would be cataclysmic, but that's not going to matter in the face of whatever nosnensical attack he's going to call the end of reality. You might as well go out swinging! Your powers are fading, but we're not quitting-you shouldn't either!"

"... And finally, for you. Verraad. As mentioned... While it seems hopeless for us, truth be told I've believed since the start its been hopeless for you. Call it intuition. Shrug it off as hot air. Do whatever you want, because we will defeat you. God said what he said as a fact-not some hot opinion or a taunt, but something for the record, a statement. We intend to follow through. How so? Well wouldn't you like to know. Point is-you're a rat bastard! A jackass! A fool, an idiot, a moron, and soon-so long now its been too long, it can't come any closer-before you even get the chance to fire off your final bullet-YOU WILL BE DEFEATED! REALITY WILL SURVIVE, AND WHILE I'M AT IT, I'M GOING TO PISS ON YOUR FUCKING CORPSE!"

"... We are the Final Players-the very last. There won't be any more Godmodders after Verraad. We will defeat the Godmodder-defeat Godmodding itself!- and save Reality, save you all. We're doing this so no-one else has to anymore. It's a promise, one we intend to keep!... For all the rest of you, no matter what you do-goodbye, and good luck. Final Players, signing off."

She turns off the recording.

She turns to the group.

"...Did I do well? A video to announce it, without letting him in on the plan. Thought it might worm out a few allies we haven't already. Hell-maybe if we're lucky the Architects will crawl out of whatever afterlife they stowed themselves in with some new little trick, or Evuacorp will make the phrase 'army of paper pushers' a lot more literal. Or maybe it'll get like one angry guy to pickfork an entity. I'unno. The point is to announce we're not done and to rally anyone who cares, and also taunt Verraad."

Leah pauses.

"... I... I admit. I'm not a part of your crew, per-se. I've been here too little for that honor. I guess I helped in my own ways, but you guys have had it the whole way there before me. This is it-the final, final battle. I... I feel overwhelmed. It wasn't too long ago from my perspective that I was hiding from a hurricane and bug-things, and now I'm challenging the power of the most powerful entity to exist."

"... Where's Fenix?" Leah asks. "... I'unno. Latched onto him when I was still trying to remember everything. Seemed like a great guy. I... He isn't dead, is he? ... Whatever the answer, don't hold me in suspense."

If Leah's action did not cost her a CP to perform, she hands off a third CP to Altair along with the video, with the intent that it later be played to all of Reality.

Before this post ends-she turns to the writer.

"Hey, uh, Writer? Uh, you've been to the Ruins before. Is it a 'you can't tell anyone about it' type of thing, a 'different for everyone' type of thing-what can you tell us about it? What we might face? If we can get any edge, it'll probably be through knowledge, and you look like you know a lot... If its not much to ask, I mean."

 

[pionoplayer]

Leah's been leaning against a wall, muttering to herself the whole time. She hands 2 CP to Altair. The third...

[gimel]

Leah takes out a video recorder and starts talking.

"... So. This is it then. In a few hours this war will be decided for good, and reality will either enter a new era or be replaced. Its... rather daunting to think about."

"...I know what you're thinking. That we've lost. That we're hopeless. There's nothing in all of reality that could stop the Godmodder now. Verraad's invincible, we've lost."

"... Even so, we're going to fight! There's still a chance, however slim! It isn't about if we 'have a chance' or not, we have to! Its the first priority for us-as those who were chosen to fight the guy its only right, but I think you all know better than to assume its just us. Players came out of nowhere-we weren't always no-ones but we weren't the legendary heroes we are now because we sat on our rears and did nothing. We got those powers only after proving we could, and would, use them! I suppose, even in their absense, that this won't be any different."

"For these last few hours, we are going to transfer all of our power to Altair and a few other Players. By the time you all receive this message, it'll already have happened. We'll have set up a foritification and will begin a counterattack on the Godmodder-we will throw everything we have at him, even if it looks hopeless, even if it is hopeless, because sitting on our laurels while the world burns is not what we want to do! We will defeat the Godmoder-even God Himself said as much, and even if He died... I don't think counting out His word is a great idea. I think you all know how we could, even. We just need to work together and never give up!"

"... For all the denizens of Reality watching this, hearing this-if you can, if you truly wish to, you can help us. The Godmodder might be invincible to you, but his minions aren't. And there's plenty of power in all of you. These trials and tribulations were meant to be faced by the warriors of reality, the warriors sidelined by the Godmodder themselves. I'm not sure if you even can, or if you think its hopeless, but even so, wouldn't it be better to go out trying than just sitting around doing nothing if you can help?"

"... For the other Players... I'm sorry. We're sorry. WE have no intention of giving up-we never had. But if we could have seen this coming, or hell, tried, fought harder-we could have ended this whole thing well before now and stop this before it started. Even one thing more could have been the difference. But-this isn't the end! You mustn't forget that. We *have* to work together. No more lone wolf nonsense, we have to fight the Godmodder as a team! He's been trying to divide and dissuade us with every word out of his mouth-that rat bastard can only talk so much though! The planes colliding into each other would be cataclysmic, but that's not going to matter in the face of whatever nosnensical attack he's going to call the end of reality. You might as well go out swinging! Your powers are fading, but we're not quitting-you shouldn't either!"

"... And finally, for you. Verraad. As mentioned... While it seems hopeless for us, truth be told I've believed since the start its been hopeless for you. Call it intuition. Shrug it off as hot air. Do whatever you want, because we will defeat you. God said what he said as a fact-not some hot opinion or a taunt, but something for the record, a statement. We intend to follow through. How so? Well wouldn't you like to know. Point is-you're a rat bastard! A jackass! A fool, an idiot, a moron, and soon-so long now its been too long, it can't come any closer-before you even get the chance to fire off your final bullet-YOU WILL BE DEFEATED! REALITY WILL SURVIVE, AND WHILE I'M AT IT, I'M GOING TO PISS ON YOUR FUCKING CORPSE!"

"... We are the Final Players-the very last. There won't be any more Godmodders after Verraad. We will defeat the Godmodder-defeat Godmodding itself!- and save Reality, save you all. We're doing this so no-one else has to anymore. It's a promise, one we intend to keep!... For all the rest of you, no matter what you do-goodbye, and good luck. Final Players, signing off."

She turns off the recording.

She turns to the group.

"...Did I do well? A video to announce it, without letting him in on the plan. Thought it might worm out a few allies we haven't already. Hell-maybe if we're lucky the Architects will crawl out of whatever afterlife they stowed themselves in with some new little trick, or Evuacorp will make the phrase 'army of paper pushers' a lot more literal. Or maybe it'll get like one angry guy to pickfork an entity. I'unno. The point is to announce we're not done and to rally anyone who cares, and also taunt Verraad."

Leah pauses.

"... I... I admit. I'm not a part of your crew, per-se. I've been here too little for that honor. I guess I helped in my own ways, but you guys have had it the whole way there before me. This is it-the final, final battle. I... I feel overwhelmed. It wasn't too long ago from my perspective that I was hiding from a hurricane and bug-things, and now I'm challenging the power of the most powerful entity to exist."

"... Where's Fenix?" Leah asks. "... I'unno. Latched onto him when I was still trying to remember everything. Seemed like a great guy. I... He isn't dead, is he? ... Whatever the answer, don't hold me in suspense."

If Leah's action did not cost her a CP to perform, she hands off a third CP to Altair along with the video, with the intent that it later be played to all of Reality.

Click to shrink...

"Here's hoping everyone hears, and comes. There's a lot of people still out there, the others will need help.
And Fenix... well he's somewhere else. Not dead, just not sure where. He hit the point where he was at risk of just dying straight up, so we gave him leave to... leave.
Hopefully he's doing okay.
And even if you haven't been 'part of the crew' that's a silly thing to get hung up on now of all times, eh? We're in this together. We win or lose together. And that's it."

EDIT:
Since it seems we're doing final defiant messages to Verraad...

Piono looks into the camera, fire, steel, ice... many things have crossed Piono's emotional range, but it's time for a final defiant moment.
"Hello there Verraad, I don't know if you've figured out who I am yet, or if you cared. Or care now if you do. I suppose you're probably gonna ignore these messages, you're a pretty cocky SOB so I figure you're still sitting holed up wherever you are before everyone comes to kick that last hit point out of your health bar.
There's been a lot of things in this war, I've learned a lot of things. Confidence, humility, determination, and that sometimes even the darkest shadows just need a bit of light to dispell them. The others have learned things too. We've all learned a lot.
I don't think you've learned anything. You've had a lot of cheap gimmicks that you thought would win you everything. And even though you've had one, maybe two of them work out for you you're still dead certain that this is going to end in your favor.
You brought the legendary weapons to the field, finally launching all of your best actions to try and beat us down. And every single time you fleeced us into retrieving one we hit you harder than you ever managed to hit us.
You brought in the Charmzard to try and kill us with our own armies, and I killed it in one hit.
You brought out the Soulrazer to try and crush us, and all it took was a couple of favors and we tore your 'greatest creation' from the sky like the cheap piece of junk it was.
You triggered a Glitch, and summoned the Deleter aiming to obliterate us all at once and we got another of your trump cards literally deleted from reality.
You trapped us in the Bank of Actions to try and get us to do your dirty work in cleaning it out, and instead of that we smashed more of your toys than if you had just done it yourself. And then when you came and killed us with a cheap trick we didn't stay dead. NONE of your plan there worked.
When the Tribulations started and you threw your armies at us we demolished them all. Flattened them. Like they were NOTHING.
When you tossed the great creator of paradoxes not only did it fail to do anything but slow us down a little bit but you nearly killed yourself in the process and we had to save your sorry butt along the way.
When you threw us into the containment sphere and thought you had us all beat when you broke out, with that fancy army of yours.
Well. Alastair remembers that moment. I'll bet you do too. I have that footage of you screaming like a little girl recorded, so when your latest scheme to make out like a bandit after killing God with a cheap parlor trick fails that's what everyone will remember you for. The man who screamed and ran when his latest trick gave out.
This isn't enough. It hasn't been enough before, it won't be enough now. You'll have to try a little harder than that."

Piono glares. Nobody can see him because it's an audio message. If there were a screen it would go dark as his voice goes narrator-y.

Let me tell you one, final story.

Once upon a time, there was a man a monster an idea.

And he it people hoped that maybe, just maybe, if they tried with all their might that they could make the world a better place come out at the very top survive to see the next sunrise.

So he it everyone who could worked, and hoped, and prayed. Dedicated their every waking moment to reaching that goal. The brilliant, shining future where everything would be alright belong to it still be there tomorrow.

The man set out on his journey, with a fell wind at his back and uncertainty in his way.
The monster schemed and planned, building powers and dominions to its name.
The people struggled and worked, raising new buildings whenever the storms knocked them down.

And as these stories often do, the monster, the man, and the people, would so find their destinies intertwined.

It was dark day, one in which the Sun seemed to hide its face even before tragedy struck the little world the people had built for themselves.
A demon unlike any other which they had conceived or faced came forth in a whirling storm of death and destruction.
And the man, there by chance or fate, it matters not which, found himself powerless to stop the carnage.

The monster rampaged his way through cities and towns, reveling in the horror and despair it sowed with every step.
The man watched and cowered, feeling the hope and life he'd cultivated wither away before a terror he never could have imagined.
The people cried out as their dream and idea laid shattered on the ground before them in pieces so small it could never be repaired.

But as it is in stories, there came a breaking point, where everything would change, and all would be understood.

The man stood up, tired of hiding in fear, taking the force of his hopes and knowledge to challenge the creature that threatened that which he held dear.
The people silenced, uncertain whether to cheer on the rising hero, to mourn the newest tragedy to unfold, or pull him back from certain death.
The monster, for its part, was amused enough to grant the man his final wish.

And so he stood, and so he died, and so he fell. Lifeless upon the ground.

But it was enough.

The monster laughed and turned to face the newest noise that erupted upon the dust settling around the fallen hero's cooling corpse.
And its face contorted in rage and confusion when it realized what it saw.

For if one man could stand in the face of danger, risking his very ability to stand another day to rebuild what he'd lost so that others could do so in his stead…
Then perhaps the monster should be given more pause than just one brave soul.

And so they stood, and so they died, and so the war began. As new warriors followed the growing story.

Because now those who fell no longer fell for one idea, but for many. For hopes or for ideals, for a distant future or to light the encroaching darkness, to avenge those they had lost or simply a desire to usurp the monster's throne.

And still the monster stood alone.
No matter what it did to hold its power…
The memories of the fallen would only grow mightier
And the magics of the demon would only grow dim with burden.
From the moment that beacon of hope had been lit,
The outcome had already been decided.

And so it stood, and so it died, and so it crumbled to dust. And so the people rejoiced, mourned, and rebuilt.

This is, of course, just a story.

Perhaps you don't understand what I mean, when I say all of this. I suppose that's okay, it's not what you're here for after all. The monster had no use for the parables of others, and I suspect that neither do you.

I suppose this is just to make you think, about what was, what is, and what could have been. About why we're here and what it is we fight for.

Because with something like this, the reason we're even here may have just been the difference between success and failure.

So which are we?
The hero?
The villain?
The rest?
Or perhaps something else entirely?

Maybe we're just people, here to fight something greater than ourselves, a group that is greater than the sum of its parts. But maybe… we're just a little bit more than that.

And maybe…

Maybe it doesn't matter, because you never stood a chance in the first place.

"I told you an hour or so ago to use your remaining time wisely, Verraad. Just because you chose to use it poorly doesn't mean that we'll hold back.
Don't both watching your back, that'll just make it easier to kick you in the balls."
And there it ends.

/RPnull

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

I look at my X-Blade. With a reluctant sigh, I bow my head and pass it over to Altair.

"It would not be inaccurate to literally call it my Heart or my Soul. It can turn a person's heart into a Keyblade, or Key-Heart them. It'll allow whoever does it to survive anything... including their own mortal Action." I sigh. "Unlike the real thing, it can only do this once. But if it's all the same to you... I'd like it back after everything's over, expended or not.Y'know, because it's my Heart..."

I look up, with tears in my eyes as I look to all of the Players here, NPC or not. "Because... I trust you guys. We may not be friends, exactly, but we're something close. And I hope that maybe one day we can bridge the gap and actually become close friends."

I sigh and wipe away my tears. I then create my own video message to be released during the final distraction/assault. Not to Reality.

To Verraad.

"hey. you've been busy, huh?" I take a deep breath. "i've got a question for ya. do you think think even the worst person can change? that anyone can be a good person, if they just try?'

I open my mouth as if to say something else, then I laugh bitterly.

"i've got my own answer." I pause a beat, then wink. "What? Thought I was going to just quote Sans this entire time? Nah. I'm not THAT lazy. Though, if you keep going down this path... it wouldn't be wrong in the slightest. "

I continue after trailing off for a bit, lost in thought. "...I think the answer is conditional on one thing. One, simple little thing."

"You have to want to be good to stand a chance. It can't be a passing whim, or a trendy thing. It can't be for tactical advantage, really, for it to stick. It's gotta be a genuine desire. A desire to be good for whatever reason it takes to get there. To pursue it wholeheartedly, even knowing that there'd be struggle, and to persevere in spite of that."

I look RIGHT at Verraad. 'You're not that kind of person now."

"Your truth about why you're doing this was bullshit and we both know it. And I think I know why. You've forgotten why you are on this crusade. You don't know why, but you desire nothing more than to wipe everything out and make something new. But why?" My look turns into a stare. "You can't answer that. And if you can't answer that, then you can't possibly win. Because the moment things go south, your invincible confidence will *shatter* and we both know this is true, even if you won't - or maybe can't admit that things can still go horribly, horribly wrong. Not after what God told you."

I straighten up, my stare not lessening in the slightest. "You know what? I'm going to finish the damn quote. It might do you some good to hear it."

"Because I have a better question. Do you want to have a bad time? Because if you keep this up... you're really not going like what happens next."

"Either you'll die by our hands if you try..." Then, at last, my stare - nay, GLARE - breaks to reveal unrestrained pity. "Or, without your direction, you're going to wish we had if you win. And it's if. Because if you don't know what you're fighting for... how can you possibly win?"

I end the tape there. Then, I focus my remaining Actions...

And creates solid illusion body doubles of everyone about to go into battle.

"If Verraad gets suspicious, you can use these. Might want to buff them up first, though, so they match our strength and keep Verraad from seeing right through it." I turn to The Writer. "If you can think of a way to improve it, feel free to make this Action better."

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Action 1: Video for Verraad (Do not send until the Distraction has started!)

Actions 2 + 3: Realistic Utterly Fake Solid Illusion Body Doubles of the Player Cast - Personality not included, results may vary, not applicable outside of Reality and banned from happening in Reality 2 by JOEbobian Law, may it forever haunt Verraad in any Realities he creates should we lose.

 

[JOEbobobob]

But if we could have seen this coming, or hell, tried, fought harder-we could have ended this whole thing well before now and stop this before it started. Even one thing more could have been the difference.

Click to shrink...

"I would like to point out that that is Incredibly unlikely. I'd say something like, 'that kind of thing doesn't happen in real life', but, well... it did. However!"
"Suppose it was the way you said. just a little more, and the Godmodder dies. What are the odds of us fighting Just hard enough that he's one health from death? It's... too neat, I suppose. Remember the deleter arc? One action, or player maybe, fewer, and it'd have run out of time, right? riiiiiight? Well, it looks that way. But what are the odds? For it to happen just that once, everyone has to not use any more CP then they really did before it got wiped, everyone has to post as many times as they did, spend as many of their items as they did, use the entities the same way they did, everything, because the margin of victory is supposedly One Action. one more CP use would mean 1 more progress would mean things happening 1 action faster and having an one action larger safety gap. On the other hand, 1 less CP used, 1 less item expended, one less efficient entity, one missing post, one lacklustre action, and poof! No us!"
"This is the kind of thing a normal person would expect to happen less then once in their life. In fact, I'd have expected it to never happen to me, ever. because if I'm every in a situation where it Can happen, it's a whole lot easier for myself to pop out of existance from that, then it is for me to win by one action. and it's also a lot easier for me to win by somewhere between 7 and 23, and so on."
"That kind of thing... it just doesn't happen."
"And now, its happened again! One more action, you think. One better post. just a little harder, another item expended."
"And its happened before, too. Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Roulette-Fourth Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Strip Poker, remember that? Yeah, there's a blast from the past... Anyway. How did I win? I had one turn. It was a roll of the dice, so to speak; on that last turn, it could have been 'jazz' or 'razz'. It came down to a roll of the dice with one turn left, Down to the wire."
"Even Xerath, back in the sealed duel, arguably was like that. he ended up mortally wounded right near the end, but that one's pretty shakey since we could have just healed him."
"Again, and Again, and Again. Challenges go down to the wire. 'just one more action, surely!'."
"No. The Godmodder wasn't almost dead. We didn't almost fail the deleter. We didn't nearly save Xerath in the sealed duel. I didn't nearly have enough skill to win without rolling the metaphorical dice."
"If we were just a little better, the Godmodders entities would be just a little stronger. If we had used just a little more charge, the deleters monsters would have fought back beyond their limits. If we had healed Xerath just a little more, he'd just run heaDFIRST INTO ANOTHER WAVE OF ANTIMATTER I SWEAR TO- If I'd been just a bit more skilled, the Godmodder would have conglomerated my limbs into a single removal unit or had a higher-number Uno card."
"Maybe there's a third party out there, thinking its being subtle about nudging everything right down to the wire while keeping it from tipping. Maybe it's a rule of the world. And admittedly, three of these examples are directly based on the Godmodder. I'm pretty sure his power strengthens when he's losing, which is how neither side has dominated the entire game with unstoppable buildup, and probably contributes to this type of thing. But there's something going on, and fighting just that little bit harder won't fix it."
"Personally, I think there's a third party involved. the down to the wire events have come out in both sides favour, so they're probably pretty indifferent, or have a different criteria. I bet they think they're subtle."
"But... that kind of thing doesn't just happen in real life, does it? Not for no reason. They can hide their interference, and I have no clue where it was if it's real, but when you force an unlikely outcome... you can't hide that it keeps happening. You can't hide the strangeness of the outcome without messing with minds directly."

"...oh, and the writter showed up as the Godmodder was ascending. if the ruins were one or two rounds of effort's worth harder, again, we'd have won. Godmodder wasn't there for the Writer's struggle, so. another point in my arguments favor."
"In conclusion: Don't beat yourself up over not succeeded when you were 'so close'. we weren't 'so close'. It only looks like it."
"...Perhaps we're not in a world beyond the reach of 'god' after all."
/nullpost.

 

[Captain.Cat]

'Well looks like this is the best plan we're going to have.' I think to myself as I listen to some of the speeches being given. "Well Quinn, Altair, Cera, Jamie, Ash, Cloak, I wish you all the best of luck on your end. We'll try and get through our part as quickly as possible. In case we don't see each-other again then I want to say it was good working with you all." With that I hand over what CP I would have gotten this round to Quinn as well as my attack shield to him and the 1 boost stone I have over to their group as a whole.

"Hey Quinn, If your able let the remaining Peacekeepers know that I wish them the best of luck as well and they have my utmost respect that they are still fighting despite all of this, Good luck to you Commander." I say and I give a crisp salute to Quinn.

'I hope we will all make it through.' I quietly think to myself as I get ready.

 

[Krill13]

Eyowe hands the GODMODDER ARMOR to the NPCs along with a paper with the armor's description from when it was first obtained written on it.

You get the Godmodder Protection Suit. It boosts you to godmodder-levels of protection for one hit, but will surely instantly kill anything that isn't tough enough to wear it to begin with.

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He also hands them a yo-yo made of stone. Guess he did manage to make one out of banging 23 rocks together somehow.

 

[The Ego]

I donate all of my items and CP (if I even have any of that left). It's not much, but at least its something.

 

[Moniker]

"Yes, because there's one big problem with this plan. You see, what you've considered is the problem of hurting the Godmodder, which is arguably the easier of the two issues we face. The major one is the shield." ES conjured forth an energy barrier to drive home the point.

"As the shield is its own object, we suspect that it will require its own attack to eliminate," Amelia added.

"And thus we face not one Critical Soul Weakness fact finding expedition-" ES raised a single finger.

"But two." Amelia added her own finger alongside his.

"We need to find both the weaknesses of the Shield as well as the Godmodder's."

"He'll have prepared his shield for mental attacks, so if the CSW is of that type then we will still need this."

"This does assume the Shield has such a weakness, but it's our best bet."

The pair of them lowered their arms. "It's twice the work, but we're confident we can pull it off.

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Altair: I wouldn't be too concerned. Critical Soul Weaknesses normally break through any defenses an entity has. For instance, attack shields don't have CSWs and are ignored when hitting an enemy's CSW.

Altair: Only explicit bodyguards can really protect from CSWs. If the Godmodder summons one, we'll remove it. If he summons another Tank-type... well, I doubt he can get anything quite as strong as the Tank on short notice. But whatever the case may be, we'll deal with it somehow.

I give all items I currently have to the Last Stand.

"Give them hell,alright??"

(x3)I meditate on the Ruins and the Critical Soul Weaknesses stored within...the probable location is in the deepest heart of the place...is there a possibility of the Godmodder moving...probably not??...

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Hmm... with luck, the distraction of your allies should prove successful...

"...I swear to- how is This the plan you come up with? This! The first issue is what ES noted, but it is, I suppose, theoretically surmountable, just several times harder."
"look, I get that the Ruins have been brought up, foreshadowed,used as a plot point. Sure, there are some things pointing to them."
"But there are other plans- Ones not suggested as terrible ideas several times, ones which Don't scale with the strength of the Godmodder in terms of difficulty! It's harder to find a soul weakness of a more powerful being, and the Godmodder is currently around as strong as every Architect there ever was put together! I mean, not quite that strong, but close!"
"So! Completely off the top of my head! less then a minute of thinking to come up with them! are two ideas! One of which, on inspection, someone else, and I, already said, and you didn't respond to!"
"One! We either kill the potentially still-living sealed princess! Or ressurect a sealed boss, the charmzard, and kill it! What would we lose? The Ressurection orb, which we are unlikely to use anyway, and at most one action to kill it dead!"
"This plan is also compatible with your own! You could ressurect the Charmzard for combat purposes, to have it mind control your foes when they pour in! and then, if its death will harm the Godmodder, then he'll take that damage! and die!"
"Two! We go to the Godmodders shadow realm! which must be already present here, because every plane is here except the administrative one, which the Shadow Realm is not! And free even One player! the Godmodder loses one health! He Dies! If we can go to the ruins on earth, there is little reason not to go to the Shadow Realm, the defenses of which we have seen could be defeated almost entirely by even just Disco-chan! just get one of them!"
"There are probably others! When you think something is the only option, and you have not tried to think of alternatives for Five Minutes By the Clock (a timeslowed one, obviously), then you are not doing it right!"
"granted, the forces of causality and background lore always seem to conspire to make sure that any plan suggested by a player who doesn't function quite on the Posts system is actually the only and best plan. but accepting this is not particularly good epistemologically."
<I let them have the Godmodder Lock and cleansed multiplier orb, only maybe the boost stones, and definitely keep Something. Also, if player powers are vanishing, wouldn't making an entity with similar powers rooted in some other system be rather useful? If the answer to this question is yes:
[x25+2] I immediately spend all 25 of my CP on making myself a secondary body. yes, the CP is from a player and hence god, but it can affect things not from a player or god. I do that to make nanotech armor or whatever the most powerful scifi technology that's physically real is. To do so, I make use of the Eternal Stasis Machine's entities blueprints that some of them have probably made. I also make use of the Taint, which came from the Christmas present which is neither player nor god, and was only granted extremely favourable conditions by me, and so will not run low on power, and add in any baseline reality magic systems by only second-order effects. I then upload a copy of my brain there. Oh, and I make use of the infinite charmzard energy as a permanent fuel source; its Godmodding-based, not Player-based.
And if it won't work because no entities, I make it an Item. an Item locked to my thought processes instead of my player powers, designed to be operable with or without them, with a notable battery, a health bar, and so on. There's no rule saying items can't have durability, is there? the godmodder suit thing the dark one had comes to mind as something similar, albeit less entityiffied.
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[1x (or 3x if the above doesn't take)] I conjure a glowing Cyan arrow and give it homing and non-euclidean travel. plus rockets. and explosion powers. We're still at 100% player power, which means I still have a million attack power, and I direct all this attack power to target the Sealed Princess with a secondary priority of targeting any other sealed bosses that may still be around.

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Altair: Finishing off the Godmodder by killing a Sealed Boss?

Altair: Did you notice his HP bar before he left?

You remember what the Godmodder's HP bar was...

Verraad, Reality's Modder: 100,000,000/100,000,000 HP (Ascendant Descendant)

Altair: He's not even a Godmodder anymore... he has ascended beyond even that.

Altair: Fair chance he's masking his real HP bar again, like he was at the start of the conflict. That being said, who knows what his HP really is... there's only a 1% chance that killing a random sealed boss from ages ago will actually give him a heart attack and kill him instantly.

Altair: (I doubt a resurrected Sealed Boss would deal any damage when killed, anyways... the godmodder takes damage because he gambles HP on their survival, so that wouldn't really...)

You mention the second.

Altair: Go to the Godmodder's Shadow Realm? And you're suggesting that plan like it's... obviously better?

Altair: The Godmodder's probably already making changes to the Shadow Realm. It's more inaccessible than ever before, no doubt! And the defenses will be tighter too!

Altair: With his current power levels, he might not even need to rely on Player souls for HP gain anymore!

Altair: How dare you snip at me, and yell like you're some grand leader shouting down his intellectually inferior subordinates? Dear god, why did I ever think you would be worth working with!?

Altair: ...Although, I guess "dear god" would be pretty meaningless now...

You make an item, the second body. Be careful it doesn't get instantly destroyed the moment you try to use it for something.

Somebody slaps your hand away as you try to instantly kill the Sealed Princess. At LEAST get the consent of a few other Players before murdering innocent other NPCs!

I'd like to keep Excalibur. However, you can have my 3 actions from this turn.

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You keep Excalibur, and add 3 to the CP stash.

Ultimo Durana and the Powerful Callback Greatsword are staying with me. Ultimo Durana can still do a heck of a lot, even without CP. The Powerful Callback Greatsword might be useful for a powerful attack in the future.

"Well then, LET'S ROCK!"

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Your items are staying with you!

LET'S ROCK!

"Join point me in the right direction and I'll do whatever you need."

I sheath my Daybreak sword, slide a golden gun into my hip holster, and conceal solar knives in my sleeves. I make sure I'm properly suited for the job ahead, and take a breath.

"Let's just hope this doesn't become the Fires of Ancient Cosmic Destiny."

Click to shrink...

The last fights await you...

I sigh, watching the whole ascension shebang. Well, nothing we can do to stop all that. We can only hope to defeat the Godmodder.
If items will still be useful in our upcoming trials, I begin slowly assembling a gun, utilizing the bag of nine-sided dice, and whatever items we have that no-one needs anymore.

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You assemble the nine-sided dice gun! It might not be very useful, but if you need it... you have it...

.....Well... If you say so.
(Bill takes out his weapons from his inventory and sighs. I then give them to Altair)
Even though I don't have CP, I hope these will help.
I believe in you.

Meanwhile...

Shadrix: its almost time...
Kirby: Do we have a backup plan in case things go wrong?
Shadrix: .....no. and I don't think jumping to another reality will help either.
Kirby: You know... Monika has been asleep for a while.
Shadrix: oh... yeah. how is she?
Kirby: I don't know, we need to check.

Shadrix and Kirby go to see that Monika is still there, sleeping away.

Shadrix: man... she must be tuckered out. How long has she been sleeping? How long has this gone on for?
Kirby: I don't think time matters here anymore.
Shadrix: .......... I plan to settle this after his destruction. I want to see the Godmodder die for myself.

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Altair: Thank you.

Altair: We will use these well.

Find Valla. Her Player Power Lock might disrupt the power drain and buy us the time we need.

Didn't you previously stop her from doing anything?

I'd call that a mistake now.

Understood. I'll see if I can find her.

Action 1: I open the previously-established player communications channel and contact Valla.

So, Reality is about to be wiped out, and the Godmodder is stealing our power to do it. I know that we haven't gotten along, and I know that you have no reason to work with us, but your goal of freedom will fail if the Godmodder rewrites reality in his own image. Whatever his new reality is, I doubt it will allow for any sort of freedom for anyone other than himself.

You said you were making a Player Power Lock that would negate power drain. If you completed and activated that, it would disrupt the Godmodder's reality-obliterating attack, and give us additional strength to have a better chance at defeating him. If you succeed, your goal of freedom will be truly realized.

I send Valla the Ore of Orichalcum. I also give her my 3 CP, which should hopefully help her find and extract the last piece faster.

Action 2: I overload my precognitive powers to find the location of the third piece of the player power lock, and use any excess energy to also determine how to collect the third piece optimally. I share this information with Valla.

Action 3: Writer, you have been to the Ruins. I'd like a full breakdown of their defenses, and of the threats that we will face there.

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Your connection to Valla is extremely crackly.

Valla: I ---an-- -ear --- a------ui---- third pi--------

Your precognitive powers are telling you you'll totally run into the third piece if you just go where you're supposed to.

The Writer isn't here right now. He left for the Ruins himself a while back, before the meeting started.

Take what I have friends! fight on!

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Jamie: Thanks! We will! And we'll win, too!

"Well now, ain't this annoying. The Godmodder continues to have great success...honestly, how surprising can it be that we've reached this state?" I sigh dramatically. "Still, he hasn't won quite yet. Enough death and destruction has happened, I don't accept letting everything die. Even if I care more about my entities than the rest of this convoluted Reality, its destruction is unneeded."

Still, the situation is hardly optimal. A harsh time limit, an impossible mission, and whatever else will eventually shoot forth from the shadows. Satan and God are gone, the Godmodder has gone beyond any known power... it's a shame that a certain Purgatory esque organization wasn't also eliminated in the Godmodder's powerstealing quest. It's not like his might isn't already overpowering.

Despite all of this...eh. Oh, sure, the crisis has reached its peak but...this conflict has been surprisingly good at leaving you desensitized. I made a point to maintain my connections to my entities but a lot of others have been severely diminished. When life can be willed into existence and be extinguished just as easily...when even Players and Bosses can fade away...distancing yourself to avoid the crippling pain of loss works. In the end, it's just the Godmodder continuing his success to the next step and everyone will to their best to foil his latest efforts.

Now then, giving the 'final stand' crew a better chance to last long enough. They want my items and my CPs so they receive slow, agonizing deaths instead of obliteration. It's nice to find a cause I can get behind.

Let's see, I'll give them my CPs, the EMP, the Mopium, and the Overpowering Poison+1. Something to help take out robot foes, a crystal to hold off depression, and a potent DoT effect that worked on Charmzard before being buffed.

Spoiler: Updated Player Inventory

[N]CaptainNZZZ - CP: 0 (protected from 1 attack)(1 attack redirector)(has Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Remnant crypt energy, Godmodder Tracker V1.0, always-hit-Monocle)

Spoiler: Offered Materiel

CP: 4
Overpowering Poison+1

...and before you ask, Quinn, I will not be providing you any of that alcohol. While I've certainly done my best to cultivate a good relationship with you and the Peacekeepers, you shouldn't be intoxicated right now. As the Peacekeepers found out when I gave you it, it's far too potent to use as liquid courage.

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Your allocations have been made.

Quinn: Wouldn't dream of it...

1. I panic
2. I panic more
3. I keep panicking hoping it s going to do something

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Through the pure power of PANIC, you get...

ANXIETY!

I toss my CP to Quinn, along with any I might make this turn.

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CP tossed!

I wanna do what Dangan's doing
Am frozen screaming inside.
But then i realise
It's not yet over
We have one more chance
Even if it's very very slim

I give my 2 cp to those who needs it
And i stand ready to search

Also ready to defend the players from the unending horde of pg entities
Using my last cp
I use my five DRILLING bone bullet technique
And shoot a rain of such bones at the monsters
Each of these bones if they touch an entity, turn them into ash normally
Now with the bones power boosted
Even that doesn't remain

While I'm doing this i am also thinking of what to do about the lose of power that's gonna happen
Then i realise
I actually teleported the chakra fruit and all it's changes to me are permanent
It doesn't matter that I'll lose the reality bending
I'll still have all my inherant abilities
Hopefully

The chakra fruit is basically making me part god
So hopefully I'll be able to keep hold of at least that much power

Click to shrink...

You fire a volley at the monsters below! You vaporize several entities below you in a surprising show of strength.

Cera: Take care, it would be difficult if they tried to attack us right now.

The entities below don't seem to even care.

The quiet watcher looks at the antimatter bullet he was rolling along his fingers, before coming to a decision. He pocketed the bullet and passed everything else in his inventory over without a single word. He had an idea on what he was going to use it for.

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You keep the bullet! Everything else is surrendered.

Piono screams down through the air, slamming into the ground with enough force that it crunches, cracks, and shatters when he lands.
"What happened? I... We all... Did we..."
He looks worried, scared. Yet another first for Piono's lategame emotional rollercoaster.
"Did we lose?"

The situation is explained to him.
"...Alright. I guess this is where the end of our journey leads."
He turns to The Writer.
"I'm guessing that you're going to be how we get back to Earth? We're all a tad bit too dead to reach the Ruins at the moment.
If you are... you should stay here for a bit if you can. Sophia is rounding up the rest of the players that were out helping keep the evacuation from obliterating everything at once. They're obviously not here yet, but you should be getting a trickle of more people over the next little while. Hopefully that's enough."

Piono calls everyone to the center for a moment, motioning for everyone to ring up and put their hands towards the center, like one of those team chant things.
"Looks like this is the end of the line, one way or another. So all of us are gonna go out there and do our best. You guys?" he looks at the NPCPs over towards the side. "Give the motherGORILLA a fight to remember for us.
We already kicked his sorry butt to the curb several times before now. We can and WILL do it again. LETS DO THIS"
Presumably everyone raises their arms and shouts.


I dunno if this is a valuable contribution but dangit, we're gonna do this right.

Click to shrink...

The Writer is gone, but you voice your concerns to Altair.

Altair: Right now there... isn't really an "outside" to this place. Earth was already teleported into the HEXAGONAFIELD during the first Tribulation. Once you're ready, you'll warp right there.

In response to your speech, everyone raises their arms and shouts!

Leah's been leaning against a wall, muttering to herself the whole time. She hands 2 CP to Altair. The third...

[gimel]

Leah takes out a video recorder and starts talking.

"... So. This is it then. In a few hours this war will be decided for good, and reality will either enter a new era or be replaced. Its... rather daunting to think about."

"...I know what you're thinking. That we've lost. That we're hopeless. There's nothing in all of reality that could stop the Godmodder now. Verraad's invincible, we've lost."

"... Even so, we're going to fight! There's still a chance, however slim! It isn't about if we 'have a chance' or not, we have to! Its the first priority for us-as those who were chosen to fight the guy its only right, but I think you all know better than to assume its just us. Players came out of nowhere-we weren't always no-ones but we weren't the legendary heroes we are now because we sat on our rears and did nothing. We got those powers only after proving we could, and would, use them! I suppose, even in their absense, that this won't be any different."

"For these last few hours, we are going to transfer all of our power to Altair and a few other Players. By the time you all receive this message, it'll already have happened. We'll have set up a foritification and will begin a counterattack on the Godmodder-we will throw everything we have at him, even if it looks hopeless, even if it is hopeless, because sitting on our laurels while the world burns is not what we want to do! We will defeat the Godmoder-even God Himself said as much, and even if He died... I don't think counting out His word is a great idea. I think you all know how we could, even. We just need to work together and never give up!"

"... For all the denizens of Reality watching this, hearing this-if you can, if you truly wish to, you can help us. The Godmodder might be invincible to you, but his minions aren't. And there's plenty of power in all of you. These trials and tribulations were meant to be faced by the warriors of reality, the warriors sidelined by the Godmodder themselves. I'm not sure if you even can, or if you think its hopeless, but even so, wouldn't it be better to go out trying than just sitting around doing nothing if you can help?"

"... For the other Players... I'm sorry. We're sorry. WE have no intention of giving up-we never had. But if we could have seen this coming, or hell, tried, fought harder-we could have ended this whole thing well before now and stop this before it started. Even one thing more could have been the difference. But-this isn't the end! You mustn't forget that. We *have* to work together. No more lone wolf nonsense, we have to fight the Godmodder as a team! He's been trying to divide and dissuade us with every word out of his mouth-that rat bastard can only talk so much though! The planes colliding into each other would be cataclysmic, but that's not going to matter in the face of whatever nosnensical attack he's going to call the end of reality. You might as well go out swinging! Your powers are fading, but we're not quitting-you shouldn't either!"

"... And finally, for you. Verraad. As mentioned... While it seems hopeless for us, truth be told I've believed since the start its been hopeless for you. Call it intuition. Shrug it off as hot air. Do whatever you want, because we will defeat you. God said what he said as a fact-not some hot opinion or a taunt, but something for the record, a statement. We intend to follow through. How so? Well wouldn't you like to know. Point is-you're a rat bastard! A jackass! A fool, an idiot, a moron, and soon-so long now its been too long, it can't come any closer-before you even get the chance to fire off your final bullet-YOU WILL BE DEFEATED! REALITY WILL SURVIVE, AND WHILE I'M AT IT, I'M GOING TO PISS ON YOUR FUCKING CORPSE!"

"... We are the Final Players-the very last. There won't be any more Godmodders after Verraad. We will defeat the Godmodder-defeat Godmodding itself!- and save Reality, save you all. We're doing this so no-one else has to anymore. It's a promise, one we intend to keep!... For all the rest of you, no matter what you do-goodbye, and good luck. Final Players, signing off."

She turns off the recording.

She turns to the group.

"...Did I do well? A video to announce it, without letting him in on the plan. Thought it might worm out a few allies we haven't already. Hell-maybe if we're lucky the Architects will crawl out of whatever afterlife they stowed themselves in with some new little trick, or Evuacorp will make the phrase 'army of paper pushers' a lot more literal. Or maybe it'll get like one angry guy to pickfork an entity. I'unno. The point is to announce we're not done and to rally anyone who cares, and also taunt Verraad."

Leah pauses.

"... I... I admit. I'm not a part of your crew, per-se. I've been here too little for that honor. I guess I helped in my own ways, but you guys have had it the whole way there before me. This is it-the final, final battle. I... I feel overwhelmed. It wasn't too long ago from my perspective that I was hiding from a hurricane and bug-things, and now I'm challenging the power of the most powerful entity to exist."

"... Where's Fenix?" Leah asks. "... I'unno. Latched onto him when I was still trying to remember everything. Seemed like a great guy. I... He isn't dead, is he? ... Whatever the answer, don't hold me in suspense."

If Leah's action did not cost her a CP to perform, she hands off a third CP to Altair along with the video, with the intent that it later be played to all of Reality.

Before this post ends-she turns to the writer.

"Hey, uh, Writer? Uh, you've been to the Ruins before. Is it a 'you can't tell anyone about it' type of thing, a 'different for everyone' type of thing-what can you tell us about it? What we might face? If we can get any edge, it'll probably be through knowledge, and you look like you know a lot... If its not much to ask, I mean."

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Quinn: That was perfect. Feeding right into the distraction. Excellent, really.

Ash: Some final backup would be nice, but... Reality's denizens are who we're trying to save, so it might be better if they stayed home. We can handle it.

Cera: That's a surprising show of confidence from you, Ash. Well. Either way, let's do this!

That's right, Fenix...! Maybe you'll see him again before the credits roll? If you win, that is.

"Here's hoping everyone hears, and comes. There's a lot of people still out there, the others will need help.
And Fenix... well he's somewhere else. Not dead, just not sure where. He hit the point where he was at risk of just dying straight up, so we gave him leave to... leave.
Hopefully he's doing okay.
And even if you haven't been 'part of the crew' that's a silly thing to get hung up on now of all times, eh? We're in this together. We win or lose together. And that's it."

EDIT:
Since it seems we're doing final defiant messages to Verraad...

Piono looks into the camera, fire, steel, ice... many things have crossed Piono's emotional range, but it's time for a final defiant moment.
"Hello there Verraad, I don't know if you've figured out who I am yet, or if you cared. Or care now if you do. I suppose you're probably gonna ignore these messages, you're a pretty cocky SOB so I figure you're still sitting holed up wherever you are before everyone comes to kick that last hit point out of your health bar.
There's been a lot of things in this war, I've learned a lot of things. Confidence, humility, determination, and that sometimes even the darkest shadows just need a bit of light to dispell them. The others have learned things too. We've all learned a lot.
I don't think you've learned anything. You've had a lot of cheap gimmicks that you thought would win you everything. And even though you've had one, maybe two of them work out for you you're still dead certain that this is going to end in your favor.
You brought the legendary weapons to the field, finally launching all of your best actions to try and beat us down. And every single time you fleeced us into retrieving one we hit you harder than you ever managed to hit us.
You brought in the Charmzard to try and kill us with our own armies, and I killed it in one hit.
You brought out the Soulrazer to try and crush us, and all it took was a couple of favors and we tore your 'greatest creation' from the sky like the cheap piece of junk it was.
You triggered a Glitch, and summoned the Deleter aiming to obliterate us all at once and we got another of your trump cards literally deleted from reality.
You trapped us in the Bank of Actions to try and get us to do your dirty work in cleaning it out, and instead of that we smashed more of your toys than if you had just done it yourself. And then when you came and killed us with a cheap trick we didn't stay dead. NONE of your plan there worked.
When the Tribulations started and you threw your armies at us we demolished them all. Flattened them. Like they were NOTHING.
When you tossed the great creator of paradoxes not only did it fail to do anything but slow us down a little bit but you nearly killed yourself in the process and we had to save your sorry butt along the way.
When you threw us into the containment sphere and thought you had us all beat when you broke out, with that fancy army of yours.
Well. Alastair remembers that moment. I'll bet you do too. I have that footage of you screaming like a little girl recorded, so when your latest scheme to make out like a bandit after killing God with a cheap parlor trick fails that's what everyone will remember you for. The man who screamed and ran when his latest trick gave out.
This isn't enough. It hasn't been enough before, it won't be enough now. You'll have to try a little harder than that."

Piono glares. Nobody can see him because it's an audio message. If there were a screen it would go dark as his voice goes narrator-y.

Let me tell you one, final story.

Once upon a time, there was a man a monster an idea.

And he it people hoped that maybe, just maybe, if they tried with all their might that they could make the world a better place come out at the very top survive to see the next sunrise.

So he it everyone who could worked, and hoped, and prayed. Dedicated their every waking moment to reaching that goal. The brilliant, shining future where everything would be alright belong to it still be there tomorrow.

The man set out on his journey, with a fell wind at his back and uncertainty in his way.
The monster schemed and planned, building powers and dominions to its name.
The people struggled and worked, raising new buildings whenever the storms knocked them down.

And as these stories often do, the monster, the man, and the people, would so find their destinies intertwined.

It was dark day, one in which the Sun seemed to hide its face even before tragedy struck the little world the people had built for themselves.
A demon unlike any other which they had conceived or faced came forth in a whirling storm of death and destruction.
And the man, there by chance or fate, it matters not which, found himself powerless to stop the carnage.

The monster rampaged his way through cities and towns, reveling in the horror and despair it sowed with every step.
The man watched and cowered, feeling the hope and life he'd cultivated wither away before a terror he never could have imagined.
The people cried out as their dream and idea laid shattered on the ground before them in pieces so small it could never be repaired.

But as it is in stories, there came a breaking point, where everything would change, and all would be understood.

The man stood up, tired of hiding in fear, taking the force of his hopes and knowledge to challenge the creature that threatened that which he held dear.
The people silenced, uncertain whether to cheer on the rising hero, to mourn the newest tragedy to unfold, or pull him back from certain death.
The monster, for its part, was amused enough to grant the man his final wish.

And so he stood, and so he died, and so he fell. Lifeless upon the ground.

But it was enough.

The monster laughed and turned to face the newest noise that erupted upon the dust settling around the fallen hero's cooling corpse.
And its face contorted in rage and confusion when it realized what it saw.

For if one man could stand in the face of danger, risking his very ability to stand another day to rebuild what he'd lost so that others could do so in his stead…
Then perhaps the monster should be given more pause than just one brave soul.

And so they stood, and so they died, and so the war began. As new warriors followed the growing story.

Because now those who fell no longer fell for one idea, but for many. For hopes or for ideals, for a distant future or to light the encroaching darkness, to avenge those they had lost or simply a desire to usurp the monster's throne.

And still the monster stood alone.
No matter what it did to hold its power…
The memories of the fallen would only grow mightier
And the magics of the demon would only grow dim with burden.
From the moment that beacon of hope had been lit,
The outcome had already been decided.

And so it stood, and so it died, and so it crumbled to dust. And so the people rejoiced, mourned, and rebuilt.

This is, of course, just a story.

Perhaps you don't understand what I mean, when I say all of this. I suppose that's okay, it's not what you're here for after all. The monster had no use for the parables of others, and I suspect that neither do you.

I suppose this is just to make you think, about what was, what is, and what could have been. About why we're here and what it is we fight for.

Because with something like this, the reason we're even here may have just been the difference between success and failure.

So which are we?
The hero?
The villain?
The rest?
Or perhaps something else entirely?

Maybe we're just people, here to fight something greater than ourselves, a group that is greater than the sum of its parts. But maybe… we're just a little bit more than that.

And maybe…

Maybe it doesn't matter, because you never stood a chance in the first place.

"I told you an hour or so ago to use your remaining time wisely, Verraad. Just because you chose to use it poorly doesn't mean that we'll hold back.
Don't both watching your back, that'll just make it easier to kick you in the balls."
And there it ends.

/RPnull

Click to shrink...

From somewhere, you feel it... a deep, dark rage, yet to be acted upon, held in check by desire...

(The First Player...)

I look at my X-Blade. With a reluctant sigh, I bow my head and pass it over to Altair.

"It would not be inaccurate to literally call it my Heart or my Soul. It can turn a person's heart into a Keyblade, or Key-Heart them. It'll allow whoever does it to survive anything... including their own mortal Action." I sigh. "Unlike the real thing, it can only do this once. But if it's all the same to you... I'd like it back after everything's over, expended or not.Y'know, because it's my Heart..."

I look up, with tears in my eyes as I look to all of the Players here, NPC or not. "Because... I trust you guys. We may not be friends, exactly, but we're something close. And I hope that maybe one day we can bridge the gap and actually become close friends."

I sigh and wipe away my tears. I then create my own video message to be released during the final distraction/assault. Not to Reality.

To Verraad.

"hey. you've been busy, huh?" I take a deep breath. "i've got a question for ya. do you think think even the worst person can change? that anyone can be a good person, if they just try?'

I open my mouth as if to say something else, then I laugh bitterly.

"i've got my own answer." I pause a beat, then wink. "What? Thought I was going to just quote Sans this entire time? Nah. I'm not THAT lazy. Though, if you keep going down this path... it wouldn't be wrong in the slightest. "

I continue after trailing off for a bit, lost in thought. "...I think the answer is conditional on one thing. One, simple little thing."

"You have to want to be good to stand a chance. It can't be a passing whim, or a trendy thing. It can't be for tactical advantage, really, for it to stick. It's gotta be a genuine desire. A desire to be good for whatever reason it takes to get there. To pursue it wholeheartedly, even knowing that there'd be struggle, and to persevere in spite of that."

I look RIGHT at Verraad. 'You're not that kind of person now."

"Your truth about why you're doing this was bullshit and we both know it. And I think I know why. You've forgotten why you are on this crusade. You don't know why, but you desire nothing more than to wipe everything out and make something new. But why?" My look turns into a stare. "You can't answer that. And if you can't answer that, then you can't possibly win. Because the moment things go south, your invincible confidence will *shatter* and we both know this is true, even if you won't - or maybe can't admit that things can still go horribly, horribly wrong. Not after what God told you."

I straighten up, my stare not lessening in the slightest. "You know what? I'm going to finish the damn quote. It might do you some good to hear it."

"Because I have a better question. Do you want to have a bad time? Because if you keep this up... you're really not going like what happens next."

"Either you'll die by our hands if you try..." Then, at last, my stare - nay, GLARE - breaks to reveal unrestrained pity. "Or, without your direction, you're going to wish we had if you win. And it's if. Because if you don't know what you're fighting for... how can you possibly win?"

I end the tape there. Then, I focus my remaining Actions...

And creates solid illusion body doubles of everyone about to go into battle.

"If Verraad gets suspicious, you can use these. Might want to buff them up first, though, so they match our strength and keep Verraad from seeing right through it." I turn to The Writer. "If you can think of a way to improve it, feel free to make this Action better."

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Action 1: Video for Verraad (Do not send until the Distraction has started!)

Actions 2 + 3: Realistic Utterly Fake Solid Illusion Body Doubles of the Player Cast - Personality not included, results may vary, not applicable outside of Reality and banned from happening in Reality 2 by JOEbobian Law, may it forever haunt Verraad in any Realities he creates should we lose.

Click to shrink...

Altair: Thank you for this, Alastair. We'll keep track of it. Maybe it'll save somebody's life out there.

You record your video, and hand over the body doubles.

Quinn: These are perfect. Thanks a bunch.

Quinn: We'll need to use some proper deception here. If he figures out what we're doing, he might change his timetable to wipe us out first.

"I would like to point out that that is Incredibly unlikely. I'd say something like, 'that kind of thing doesn't happen in real life', but, well... it did. However!"
"Suppose it was the way you said. just a little more, and the Godmodder dies. What are the odds of us fighting Just hard enough that he's one health from death? It's... too neat, I suppose. Remember the deleter arc? One action, or player maybe, fewer, and it'd have run out of time, right? riiiiiight? Well, it looks that way. But what are the odds? For it to happen just that once, everyone has to not use any more CP then they really did before it got wiped, everyone has to post as many times as they did, spend as many of their items as they did, use the entities the same way they did, everything, because the margin of victory is supposedly One Action. one more CP use would mean 1 more progress would mean things happening 1 action faster and having an one action larger safety gap. On the other hand, 1 less CP used, 1 less item expended, one less efficient entity, one missing post, one lacklustre action, and poof! No us!"
"This is the kind of thing a normal person would expect to happen less then once in their life. In fact, I'd have expected it to never happen to me, ever. because if I'm every in a situation where it Can happen, it's a whole lot easier for myself to pop out of existance from that, then it is for me to win by one action. and it's also a lot easier for me to win by somewhere between 7 and 23, and so on."
"That kind of thing... it just doesn't happen."
"And now, its happened again! One more action, you think. One better post. just a little harder, another item expended."
"And its happened before, too. Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Roulette-Fourth Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Strip Poker, remember that? Yeah, there's a blast from the past... Anyway. How did I win? I had one turn. It was a roll of the dice, so to speak; on that last turn, it could have been 'jazz' or 'razz'. It came down to a roll of the dice with one turn left, Down to the wire."
"Even Xerath, back in the sealed duel, arguably was like that. he ended up mortally wounded right near the end, but that one's pretty shakey since we could have just healed him."
"Again, and Again, and Again. Challenges go down to the wire. 'just one more action, surely!'."
"No. The Godmodder wasn't almost dead. We didn't almost fail the deleter. We didn't nearly save Xerath in the sealed duel. I didn't nearly have enough skill to win without rolling the metaphorical dice."
"If we were just a little better, the Godmodders entities would be just a little stronger. If we had used just a little more charge, the deleters monsters would have fought back beyond their limits. If we had healed Xerath just a little more, he'd just run heaDFIRST INTO ANOTHER WAVE OF ANTIMATTER I SWEAR TO- If I'd been just a bit more skilled, the Godmodder would have conglomerated my limbs into a single removal unit or had a higher-number Uno card."
"Maybe there's a third party out there, thinking its being subtle about nudging everything right down to the wire while keeping it from tipping. Maybe it's a rule of the world. And admittedly, three of these examples are directly based on the Godmodder. I'm pretty sure his power strengthens when he's losing, which is how neither side has dominated the entire game with unstoppable buildup, and probably contributes to this type of thing. But there's something going on, and fighting just that little bit harder won't fix it."
"Personally, I think there's a third party involved. the down to the wire events have come out in both sides favour, so they're probably pretty indifferent, or have a different criteria. I bet they think they're subtle."
"But... that kind of thing doesn't just happen in real life, does it? Not for no reason. They can hide their interference, and I have no clue where it was if it's real, but when you force an unlikely outcome... you can't hide that it keeps happening. You can't hide the strangeness of the outcome without messing with minds directly."

"...oh, and the writter showed up as the Godmodder was ascending. if the ruins were one or two rounds of effort's worth harder, again, we'd have won. Godmodder wasn't there for the Writer's struggle, so. another point in my arguments favor."
"In conclusion: Don't beat yourself up over not succeeded when you were 'so close'. we weren't 'so close'. It only looks like it."
"...Perhaps we're not in a world beyond the reach of 'god' after all."
/nullpost.

Click to shrink...

'Well looks like this is the best plan we're going to have.' I think to myself as I listen to some of the speeches being given. "Well Quinn, Altair, Cera, Jamie, Ash, Cloak, I wish you all the best of luck on your end. We'll try and get through our part as quickly as possible. In case we don't see each-other again then I want to say it was good working with you all." With that I hand over what CP I would have gotten this round to Quinn as well as my attack shield to him and the 1 boost stone I have over to their group as a whole.

"Hey Quinn, If your able let the remaining Peacekeepers know that I wish them the best of luck as well and they have my utmost respect that they are still fighting despite all of this, Good luck to you Commander." I say and I give a crisp salute to Quinn.

'I hope we will all make it through.' I quietly think to myself as I get ready.

Click to shrink...

Quinn gives one salute.

Quinn: Understood, captain.

Eyowe hands the GODMODDER ARMOR to the NPCs along with a paper with the armor's description from when it was first obtained written on it.

He also hands them a yo-yo made of stone. Guess he did manage to make one out of banging 23 rocks together somehow.

Click to shrink...

Ash: Is that... an automatic groin puncher? Okay Jamie, you should wear this.

Jamie: Wha- don't give it to ME!

Altair's group given stone yo-yo!

I donate all of my items and CP (if I even have any of that left). It's not much, but at least its something.

Click to shrink...

Altair: Thank you. We will use this well.

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Right... looks like its time to go.

Except for the handful of items a few of you have decided to keep, you hand over everything you have to the other Players. Judging by the crowd of entities down below... they're probably going to need it.

TOTAL CP GIVEN TO ALTAIR'S GROUP: 124
TOTAL ITEMS GIVEN TO ALTAIR'S GROUP: Nice bed, 3 Boost Stones, cyan orb, cleansed multiplier orb, 2 Godmodder Locks, Espionage ghost, self damage ticket, Overpowering Poison+1, EMP, Mopium, grenades, stone yo-yo, X-blade, super sharp gold sword, burny iron sword, 3 attack shields, an anti-infantry railgun, a pocket reactor, power armor, Tactician soul in a bottle, scanner cannon, a Shotgun of Dope, 3 cola grenades, super soldier serum, BUFFNESS and an empty save point, a jawbreaker shield and hax eyes, echolocation, a +10,000 HP sword, a delicious cake, one use of Somno powers, Player Eye, Player Knife, RGB control panel, four-leaf clover, Impervium Armour, Wound healer, Coin Flipper, Mook Kill Switch, more of a BBB, a +1,000A Iron sword, a 10,000 damage token, 1 Multiplier Orb, greatsword, a Bonfire, an Ultimate Orb of Shielding, an Orb of Resurrection (Revives one dead allied entity at full strength, a defaced copy of Godmodding Vol. 1, 2 Medkits, a paradox medkit, three melodic transmitters, a redirifle, Bravely Default Asterisks, a mirror frame, black filling, a mostly unusable charge booster, a Wishful Whammy, a CP Converter, and finally, the 100,000 CP Crystal.

Jamie: That's... a lot of stuff!

Altair: I pray it will be enough. That said, with this haul, we should hopefully be alright.

You had enough loot to keep the NPCs well-stocked!

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Before you leave, a few Players decided that they had done enough. They were too nervous to face the final battle, and wanted to spend time with those important to them, or do something they'd been wanting to do.

They leave the group. Your party is a little smaller, but all who remain are completely determined. No looking back, now.

OOC: Several Players have been removed for being AFK for too long. We've lost Cephalos_Jr, Eevee Shadow Bacon, I'mTotallyNot-R.O.B, Moonstar101, O.R.I.G.I.N., and Vylad. This brings us to 28 Players, which is still a significant number. Hopefully, the Player list shouldn't need any more adjustments until the final battle is over. Do note that if you are one of these removed Players and decide to come back from an AFK period, you'll be allowed to get back all your... well... I guess it doesn't really matter any more.

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Okay. No more delays. No more tricks. Earth is out there. It's been a while since you were there, but its time to visit once again.

You close your eyes, hold each other's hands to not get separated, and teleport!

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...

You open your eyes. All around you is the ocean. You're on a small island, mostly just sand with a few trees. Above you is... well. The sky seems to still be mostly blue, but its a very dark blue. The sun is very large, and very bright, but the temperature is normal. Who knows what all this Plane-teleporting is causing climate-wise...

Hopefully, the other Players should be preventing societal collapse. For now, this island...

In the center, you see a black marker jutting out of the ground. On it is a message, written in Omnispeech. Next to the marker lies a hammer and chisel.

The Writer is here, too. He's come to help after you convinced him to have a change of heart.

The Writer: Alright. Take that hammer and chisel, and carve out the Godmodder's name.

The Writer: Regarding the defenses. I really can't say. The challenge scales with the power of whoever you're dealing with. And the Ruins have an odd way of adjusting themselves to meet various situations.

The Writer: From what accounts I could find of the ruins, Players with disabilities or special powers would find challenges suited to just those powers. Myself, I faced, uh... let's call it a spelling bee. I won't bore you with the details.

You walk up to the marker, and reach the omnispeech.

WELCOME QUESTANT
CHISEL THE NAME OF YOUR TARGET*, AND HERE YOU SHALT FIND THEIR WEAKNESS
*Editor's note: Do NOT chisel in the name of the Godmodder!!

Well, here goes! You take a deep breath, activate your Player Powers to immediately gain mastery of the art of chiseling, and chisel in one name.

VERRAAD

Sensing your completion as you pause, the Marker glows a bright blue, and then slowly sinks into the ground.

For a moment, nothing happens. Everybody waits patiently.

And then, rumbling. More! Its an earthquake!

...But a very minor one. The trembling is surprisingly contained as you see the top of a pyramid poke up out from the waves a short ways from the opposite shore, and then see the REST of the pyramid come up... it's absolutely massive!

This is no ordinary Egyptian pyramid either. It's complete Black, with occasional blue lines running across its surface. As more and more of it rises up, it stretches towards the giant sun, and it becomes difficult to see the top with the bright light. You look away to avoid hurting your eyes.

Finally, it stops. Just in front of you, behind the marker, is a small indentation in the pyramid leading to a set of double doors. Ah - the way in!

The pyramid is now well over the edge of the little island, and a good portion of it seems to be above the water. There's probably a lot of underground space, too.

You take a step forward, and immediately smack your face against an invisible forcefield.

The Writer: Ah. All of The Ruins information I could find just says that trying to use them to find the Godmodder's weakness is "a bad idea". This must be one of the reasons why.

The Forcefield is a serious defense. You could break through with about three turns of attacking at your current power level.

It'll detract some time from what you have before the Godmodder destroys Reality. But luckily, the Writer is here to help.

The forcefield shimmers, completely impenetrable except for a large, gaping hole right about there.

The Writer: Go, go now! It'll only hold for a bit.

You all rush through the hole. You did it! Thanks to your decision to convince The Writer, he was able to help you.

The Writer: Listen, you all go on ahead. I'm not sure I'd be much use in there, and besides... I think this place is being watched.

You feel it, too... a malevolent presence nearby.

The Writer heads off, and you turn around and head through the double doors. Into The Ruins...

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You arrive in the entry room.

In front of you are three doors. Each has a frame above it with a particular picture.

The first door's frame contains a picture of a racecar. Inside, you get the feeling you'll be entered into a racing minigame. Winning will require strategy and creativity.

The second door's frame contains a picture of a giant black question mark. Inside, you can expect to find a maze of rooms designed to trick and trap you if you don't make just the right decisions...

The third door's frame contains a picture of a shield. Inside, you can expect a sort of defense mission, where you'll need to defend something in a relatively standard battle with a handful of twists.

You get the feeling that you'll need to complete all of these challenges before you can get the Critical Soul Weakness. And with the time situation being what it is... you'll need to split into three groups.

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OOC:

The Ruins have three paths. You'll have to choose one to go down, and play the minigames behind.

Do note: The difficulty of each path will automatically adjust to the number of Players that choose it. Don't feel obligated to choose a specific path just to keep group numbers balanced. Go down one you want to go down. You will be randomly assigned if you don't select any path within 3 IRL days time.

Also, these Ruins have several curses... the first is the Curse of No Entities, which prevents the summoning of any entities. The second is the Curse of Extreme Item Weakening, which prevents creation of new items and greatly weakens the effects of items you have. The third is the Curse of No Charging, which prevents any variety of charging.

Good luck!

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THE RUINS:

Player Power: [IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII] 95%

Entry Room:

Door to Defense Minigame[?]
Door to Mysterious Rooms[?]
Door to Race Minigame[?]


Curse of No Entities
Curse of Extreme Item Weakening
Curse of No Charging

Player list:

Spoiler

Alastair Dragovich
Bill Nye
Captain.cat
[N]CaptainNZZZ (protected from 1 attack)(1 attack redirector)(has Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Remnant crypt energy, Godmodder Tracker V1.0, always-hit-Monocle)
Crusher48
Dangan_Machin
Daskter
Dragon of Hope?!? (Goopcalibur - 28+15 Power + Goop/Poison effects!)(Extra Goopcalibur power is used when attacking)
Ender_Smirk
[N+1]EternalStruggle
Exoskeletal65
FlamingFlapjacks(has nine-sided die gun)(D U C K)
General_Urist
Gnich
GoldHero101(has Ultimo Durana(4 power left))
[N+2]Joebobobob(has Something)(Second body)
Karpinsky
Krill13
Paradoxdragonpaci
Pionoplayer
Ranger_Strider_
Strider626
That-Random-Guy
The_Quiet_Watcher (Antimatter bullet)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz
The_Two_Eternities
[N]The Ego
[N+2]Winkins

Player Inventory:
Celestial Guidance(2 uses left)
Powerful Callback Greatsword
Ore of Orichalcum
Godmodder Soul Orb
Cybil's blood sample
Shadow Agitator

 

[DanganMachin]

I will take the way to the defence minigames

 

[Karpinskaya]

I'll go to the Mysterious Rooms.

 

[JOEbobobob]

[1x] I scan Something
[1x]I give the Second Body an Attack shield, making it able to survive one use.
[1x] I tape a force field projector to the Second Body, giving me hard-light powers if I'm forced to pilot it instead of being myself by circumstances.

eh, the black question mark i guess.

 

[Crusher48]

Let's take the defense minigame.

But I could probably use precognition to beat the Mysterious Rooms-

Pretty sure this place has anti-precog defenses. Otherwise the mysterious rooms wouldn't be that mysterious.

Focused Action: I charge up a fusion lance shot, hold the charge, and use it to obliterate the first enemy that shows up in the defense mission.

 

[Exoskeletal65]

"I live for battle."

I approach the defense minigame.

 

[WHM Sukamia]

I'll go to the defense room, unless more people will be needed for the other rooms.

 

[EternalStruggle]

It's off to the races for ES and Amelia, seeing as someone has to do it.

 

[The_Two_Eternities]

The man in combat gear heads into the defense minigame room. "Oh thank God, finally a semblance of things that can be solved with pure strength of Player Power. ...wait. That sentence was probably wrong on so many levels. Well, the alternatives don't sound any better."

 

[General_Urist]

I head to the race minigame, with an unholy mixture of mario kart and initial D soundtracks blaring.

 

[Winkins]

Considering its only Karp heading into the Mystery rooms, I jog to catch up to them.

 

[Captain.Cat]

'Well, Time to get cracking.' I think to myself as I look over the rooms that lead to minigames. 'A defense based minigame I think will be more my speed.' I note to myself as head towards the door leading to the Defense Minigame.

 

[Daskter]

Defense minigame I enter

 

[That-Random-Guy]

Moniker, I'm supposed to have a Attack Shield on me.

I go in for the Race minigame, and use my actions to create a banana peel bomb. The classics are the best, in my opinion.