Defeat The Godmodder

[DanganMachin]

Welp look like you guys already solved the puzzle so I guess I will just use a cubicle in the most lethal way possible.

 

[Moniker]

I begin the creation of Avalon.

Click to shrink...

...Huh?

All actions:
"Grant us eyes... grant us eyes!"

I call upon Kos (or some say Kosm) and gain a thousand eyes, which I use to analyze the tablet for more hints.

Click to shrink...

With one thousand eyes, you can definitely determine... nothing which hasn't been determined already...! The word probably has less than 1,000 letters, however.

possibilities remaining:
Cubicle, cubical, cuticle, cuticles.
All others have either wrong C position, or too many vowels.
[1x] I try Cubicle (as in a small space)
[1x] I try cuticle (whatever that is)
[1x] I try cubical, as in cube-like.

Click to shrink...

You "try" various things, but since you aren't attacking with them, it doesn't do anything...

Alright, that's enough, the Godmodder is now screwed.

Free Action: Deploying analysis program. Inserting all clues. Analyzing...

Array of all possible words gathered:

cubical, cubically, cubicas, cubicity, cubicle, cubicles, culices, culicid, culicids, cuticle, cuticles

That's 11 words, but that's also just the automated analysis. Let's prune some more words.

Each of these words that ends with s can be pruned, as the plural form of each word is stated to not matter. Cubicles, Cuticles, and Culicids can be dropped. Culices is also a plural of culicid. 8 words remaining.

cubical, cubically, cubicas, cubicity, cubicle, culicid, cuticle

Noun check. The word must be a noun. cubically can be dropped due to being an adverb, cubicas can be dropped due to not actually being an english word (at least I think, since it was in the list of english words I dug up) (wait, it's actually a plural for something and an adjective, so it should still be dropped). Cubicity is apparently a noun despite the definition calling it a description, but I've narrowed it down to 5 words, of which JOEBob has already tried 3.

cubical, cubicity, cubicle culicid, cuticle

Action 1: I send a swarm of culicids to attack the Godmodder. The dictionary says they're mosquitos, which is a horrible way to go out if it's actually the Godmodder's critical soul weakness.

Action 2: I evaluate the Godmodder's cubicity, which is apparently a noun.

Action 3: If one of JOEBob's tests failed, I copy it. Otherwise, I try a random word from my initial list of 11. We shouldn't get to this action, though.

Click to shrink...

The culicids wither in fear as they approach...

The Godmodder's cubicity is exactly what you'd expect it would be, thank you.

You "try" one of JOEbob's test, again failing as trying isn't even remotely attacking.

"Well, to start with, knowing the fifth letter is absurdly helpful." ES begins, rubbing his chin.

"After removing redundant plurals, words with less than seven or more than ten letters, and deleting non-nouns, the following list remains." Amelia said, looking at a sheet of words with a fifth letter c and a first two letters cu.

Cubicity
Cuticle
Cubicle
Curaçao
Curacy

"That's only five words, so good job, we're already in the home stretch, but let's narrow it down some more." ES was in an outright evil grin at this point. "Curaçao and Curacy don't have an I in them. The plural of curacy does, that being curacies, but that has too many vowels."

1. Cubicity
2. Cuticle
3. Cubicle

"Three words, three actions. It's perfect. Boom, Godmodder. All of these have a q-type cu pronunciation, and-"

Amelia tugs on ES' jacket sleeve. He turns around, looking annoyed. "Yes?"

She points at JOE.

"Well alright then mister boring, let's not get theatrical." ES grumbled. "But you have missed one thing. It has to be cubicity and not cubical. They mean the same thing, but cubicity is a noun and cubical is an adjective."

FOCUS: Cubicity

"There, now all possibilities are properly accounted for."

Click to shrink...

You FOCUS on Cubicity at the Godmodder! The Godmodder barely even knows what that means. He is unhurt.

Just in case we're all somehow wrong, I spend two actions looking over the tablet again.

With my final action, I attack.

Verraad finds himself at a career fair. The layout, the companies present... it's all familiar. Then he realizes. This is the day he took an internship with the Godmodder, which turned into an apprenticeship.

Quickly, Verraad runs over to the Godmodder's table, only to find the Godmodder shaking hands with none other than Alice. Or someone who looks like her. It's unclear. In any case, the position has been filled.

Dejected, Verraad bungles his way through the rest of the career fair. Eventually, he finds an internship as an accountant at Karpinsky Consolidated, the premier interplanar import/export firm.

We get him set up well, with a nice cubicle to call his own.

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months. Verraad grows weary under the drudgery of accounting, and the inhumanity of the cubicle. Then the internship finishes.

Almost immediately, we offer to hire him full-time. He was doing a good job, and we're not about to let some rival poach him. We give a generous signing bonus. Against his better judgement, he says yes.

Weeks turn into months, months turn into years. Verraad's entire nine-to-five hours are spent in the same cubicle, not to mention the overtime he always ends up pulling come tax season. Which, given the dozens of planes we operate in and their different governments, is every season.

And so it goes, until he has a fatal heart attack at the age of 64. He was just two months from retirement, too.

Click to shrink...

You attack via cubicles!

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[Moniker]

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*BRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG*

*whunk*

John Smith dragged himself out of bed. The thoughts of the coming day weighing down on him, for a moment, he just stood there, staring off into space. But, as he always did, he eventually shook it off and began his day.

Went through the shower. Shoved down an average breakfast. Brushed his teeth. Threw on some clothes. Exited his apartment and headed on his way to the office. Arrived just in time, and immediately ended up sitting back in his cubicle, with another stack of papers ready to be tended to.

He worked through them all over the course of the next eight hours, completely undisturbed by his coworkers. Finally, John got up and dragged himself home, burning the remaining hours of his day on unremarkable TV shows before collapsing on his bed.


And the next day, it began all over again.

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BREAKING ALERT! The TV suddenly changed to a news channel. John started in his chair. What now?

"After the past 3 years of no progress, the Godmodder has finally broken the Player stalemate. Chaos has ensued on the battlefield. We're here reporting live on developments as they happen – "

The view overlooked the battlefield within the dome. Fire and chaos was all around, and at the center of the camera view - the Godmodder. Within the crowd of Players trying to fight off them off, John spied his sister, the last living member of his family. A monstronsity of robotic parts approached her – one of the enemies? – and she was forced to dodge. Before he could see more, the footage cut back to the reporter.

"After a surprise attack, the battle delayed for so long has once again begun. The Godmodder has, according to recent reports, secretly spent the past several months preparing a small army of entities after spying a hole in the supposedly airtight Final Wall. Now, it seems the Final Wall may be on the verge of falling, once again endangering-"

Idly, John thought about the Godmodder arriving in his city. At least then, something would finally happen.

No… he didn't live in one of the big fancy cities. Those were the usual targets. More likely than not, he'd continue living out his existence exactly as he was now… forever…

…Unless…

"Already, multiple cities across the globe have begun preparing emergency defense forces in the event of a full Dome Breach. We now cut to our 'God Consultant' , who thinks that our current lucky streak has come to an end."

"Thank you. Now, some may think that our Players calling their creation the 'Final Wall' was inviting disaster from the start, but the fact is that three years is an unprecedented length of time to hold any godmodder back-"

In that moment, John felt as though a weight was pressing down on him. It was the weight of his future, and it was heavier than a thousand elephants. Could he continue this… this nothing, forever? If that was his alternative… then… the Player/Godmodding war…

"Unfortunately, though I hate to say it… I'm afraid that, as a professional… I can't give the current Player group any chance of recovering. Hopefully, anyone left will escape or hide out until the next group comes…"

John hardly paid attention to the TV, and its noise faded to the back of his mind, drowned out by the gears in his brain grinding. He considered it. If he joined the battle… there were only two outcomes. Outcome one: He died. Outcome two: He had a great time, crushed the Godmodder, and got to live the rest of his life on generous Player Pension money. Either way, one thing was true for sure: John would never be bored again.

With the decision made, for the first time in a long time, John felt like he had something to look forward to. The weight on his shoulders disappeared, and he stood up straight.

He went to bed bright and early. Big day tomorrow!

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As the consultant predicted, the rest of the Players did indeed perish shortly after. John clambered off the government-supplied plane, with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Pilot: Right then. Now, just past that gate, you'll be inside the Dome. From there, you'll need to find where the Players and Godmodders are currently fighting.

Pilot: If they aren't nearby, grab some abandoned vehicle and head in the direction of the explosions.

Pilot: You'll know you're there when you feel Player powers start to kick in. Good luck.

The Pilot headed out, not eager to stay nearby too long. John stretched, took a moment for mental preparation, and set out forwards at a jog.

As he entered the Dome, there was an immediate change. The ground was either a destroyed, wrecked mess, or cobbled together out of strange and unnatural materials. Machines and dead bodies, husks of warriors that had once been, lay scattered about. Excitement rising in his chest, John continued to move forwards.

About an hour later, a mysterious girl appeared next to him, and handed him a book. John took the book and looked her over. She had brown eyes, dark hair, and a wide smile.

???: Hey there! I always greet all the new Players! It's really excellent to meet you!

John: And you, as well. Now, could you tell me-

???: No problem, just look at that book! The Players pass it out, it has all the information you need on the current group!

John flipped through the book. He saw pictures of several other Players, including one, Worf, marked as the current leader.

John: Hmm… What does the Godmodder look like?

???: Oh! Well, their face is always changing, so a constantly-updating picture is included on the last page!

John took a look. He saw that the current Godmodder was a girl with brown eyes, dark hair, and a wide smile.

John: Oh, that's-

The girl's first slammed into John's face at Mach 3, sending him spinning through the air for several hundred yards. Miraculously, John survived – his Player powers had kicked in!

To his surprise, he landed on a mattress in midair. Nearby, Players swooped past, some calling a gretting, as they headed to launch another assault on the Godmodder. Next to him was a face he remembered from the book – Worf!

Worf: Ah, yes, excellent! A new recruit! That brings our numbers to 50, now!

Worf: Right then! I'm the leader here, so if you want to do something, ask me first!

John: Alr-

Worf: Now! I have a specific strategy in mind! And indeed, it is the greatest strategy! With this strategy, Players will finally begin to consistently beat Godmodders! Perhaps – one day the cycle can even be ended!

John: What is-

Worf: Its so simple! Past Players used entities, and Charge Points, and big charged attacks – but we never needed those things! They only served to distract us! We'll have everyone commit to Godmodder attacks – with all their actions! Blast the Godmodder's HP down to 0 A-S-A-P!

John: I don't-

Worf: Perfect! Yes, it's perfect! And I know you know! With this, we'll have more Godmodder attacks, more mortal actions, less needless distractions!

???: Worf, shut up! Stop badgering the newbie!

Worf: Now! Prove your worth! Get attacking the Godmodder! We'll do this together!

And with that, Worf flew away, leaving John, bewildered, to attempt to figure out his powers…

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The dead bodies of Players lay scattered around. With their deaths, the Godmodder had finally crossed her 80-HP threshold. John cowered behind a bleeding, barely standing Worf, as he attempted to stare down the Godmodder and her terrifying smile. It was just them, now.

Worf: You…! You… may have killed everyone else, but I – ah!

The Godmodder assaulted him mentally, flashing images of the past, Worf's living comrades alongside their dead bodies –

Worf: Why… what have I done…? Me and my nonsense plans... I…

Worf: I'll destroy you! With my last breath… I'll make a dent…! A dent the next Player group can be proud of!

Worf summoned a knife and sliced himself, losing just enough blood to fall to Mortally Wounded! He began to charge up for one, final attack! Taking advantage of the distraction, John attempts to slink away – only to find himself trapped in a cage made of darkness. Try as he might, he can't move.

The Godmodder: Hey. Hey John. Hey.

The Godmodder: Was being a Player everything you envisioned it to be? You hardly did anything the entire fight!

The Godmodder: Well, here's your chance to do something. Become my protégé!

The Godmodder: I just want a little loyalty test… bump off Worf before he fires that attack! Do it now!

Worf: No, John -- ! Don't be a traitor! The world will hate you!

Worf: Help me fire the attack! We can damage the Godmodder, and history will view us as heroes!

John considered his options, briefly.

Nothing Worf said appealed to him.

John made his choice. Reaching out his hand, he made Worf's heart explode. Worf's lungs also exploded, as well as his brain, spleen, liver, gallbladder, and the entire rest of his nervous system, and also his bones, just for good measure. Worf's Player powers were too weak to rejuvenate him, and he perished instantly.

The Godmodder: Good! Good!

The Godmodder: I should mention that there was one little thing I didn't mention about our deal, and that's that it was almost completely a lie.

The Godmodder: You're actually going to be put through a series of automated challenges alongside 1,000 other individuals I've kidnapped/seduced/convinced/coerced into becoming my protégé. Come out on top and we'll talk again.

The Godmodder: See you soon! …Well, soon for me.

And with a snap of her fingers, John was gone.

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John awoke in a dark wooden room, about the size of his old cubicle. The only sound was water slowly dripping from the ceiling. (He would later realize that there was no reason that the ceiling would be dripping other than to make him uncomfortable.) He was sitting on a chair. No, scratch that, he was strapped to a chair. He could move his arms, but not much else. On the table in front of him lay a simple Rubiks cube. Behind him, he felt something large and metallic, but he couldn't quite turn to look…

Interrupting his analysis of the situation, an intercom in a corner crackled on, the words just barely loud enough to hear, but not loud enough to hear comfortably…

The Godmodder: Ahem! These are pre-recorded messages. But I already know what's going to be happen, so that shouldn't matter much, Bob in Room 313!

The Godmodder: Now! This intercom will play vital information on the Secret History of Godmodders. Memorize it all – you'll need it for the test!

The Godmodder: Also, you had better solve that Rubiks cube – every 2 minutes, if the Rubiks cube isn't solved, the machine behind you will stab you, like THIS-

The machine behind John stabbed him, right through the chest. Pain racked John's body, disappearing quickly as the knife pulled out and the wound almost immediately healed itself by some godmodder machination. John attempted to summon painkillers, but found he couldn't – his Player powers had left him.

The Godmodder: -And if the cube IS solved, it'll reset so you can solve it again! But at least you won't get stabbed, right?

The Godmodder: Janet in room 623, I've already detected you'll fail the next part, so no need to try too hard on this one. Good luck to the rest of you! Only one of you can win in the end, of course.

An alarm clock had appeared out of nowhere, and began ticking down. John initially almost panicked – but then he heard the history of Godmodders, read off from the intercom…

It was the most interesting thing John had ever heard in his life. A tale of people who lived insane lives, pulling off insane things, almost having another thing to do, never needing to slow down, never needing to bother with petty routines, never getting bored…! It was almost… comforting, to know that a life like that even existed!

John ignored the Rubiks cube. He endured the stabbing, and absorbed the history. And when the second challenge came – a simple timed test, taken in a grey cubicle with a grey table and a pencil that wrote in grey (okay, that part was normal), John was easily able to answer all 300 short-answer questions in the allotted 30 minutes. The bottom 90% of test-takers were cut, and the remaining 100 moved onto the next challenge. And so it continued, each challenge more absurdly painful and obscene than the last, as the 100 were whittled down to 50, then 30, the numbers seeming to decrease agonizingly slowly. The contestants were never allowed to see or communicate with one another – John only knew that they existed, and that their failures were what enabled him to move forward.

Despite everything, John found himself feeling things he'd never felt before. Making his brain work, thinking about everything, always needing to do something, always pushing forward, and doing things for himself, thinking about what challenge could possibly come next… despite everything, John ultimately realized… he was… enjoying this.

And then came the final challenge.

High off the heels of his latest success, John found himself in a grey cubicle. In front of him was a grindstone with an attached lever. The cubicle had no exit.

The Godmodder: Alright, if you're listening, congratulations on making it this far! This is the last challenge. Only the top number one will make it through this time.

The Godmodder: In front of you is a grindstone. On the wall behind it is a counter. It counts the number of times you've done a full turn of the lever.

The Godmodder: At random intervals, it resets to 0. But don't worry, it remembers your overall total.

The Godmodder: You must grind the grindstone more times than everybody else to win.

The Godmodder: There is no time limit. When you are ready to exit, press the big red button on the wall there.

John saw the button. It looked… inviting. And had several arrows pointing to it painted on the wall.

The Godmodder: There is no way to tell how many times the others have ground the lever.

The voice cut out. John was alone, with a lever and his thoughts.

This was the most diabolical challenge of all. Whenever he pressed that red button, there was an equal chance he would end up just a little bit short and die, or be nowhere near close enough, or have tortured himself for far, far too long. Moving the grindstone was difficult, and required breaks.

But John soon thought of a very simple strategy for victory.

He would grind until he would rather perish than move the grindstone one more inch. Then, when he pressed that button… victory would be assured.

And so he did.

And as he did, for hours, days, maybe even weeks for all he knew, he was alone with his thoughts. John thought of countless plans, countless things he would do when he won, countless things he would do with his power…

He grew to truly hate the grey walls of his cubicle, seemingly more worn down and boring with every passing minute. And yet, they were his only companions. He hated the way his muscles strained as he moved the grindstone. He never seemed to grow physically stronger, no matter the intensity of his workload. He hated his trainer Godmodder, despite her lifting him out of his previous life. He hated the other Players, who had hardly spared him a thought during the fight. He hated these challenges, but he couldn't these challenges, because he loved these challenges, even if he certainly hated this one. He went down rabbit holes of thought, philosophy, plans, Players, Godmodders, and hate… the only thing he gave little thought to was his own past.

When he pressed the red button, he had almost doubled the time of the runner-up.

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The Godmodder: And… congratulations! With this Soul Orb, you are now a fully fledged protégé!

The Godmodder: My Godmodder gave me more rigorous training, but- I'm sure you'll be fine.

The Godmodder: Now then, there's a group of 10 Players coming to kill me! You can start by murdering them all! We'll work together.

The Godmodder: You take on one half of the Players. Meanwhile, you'll take on the other half of the Players!

The Godmodder: The coffee breaks, nap breaks, lunch breaks, etc. – I'll take care of all those.

The Godmodder: Good luck!

And so she teleported John to the group of Players, who immediately began pounding him with attacks…

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Several battles later, The Godmodder stared down 40 Players. Her HP bar was down to only 3, and she was clearly barely standing, but she had a trump card up her sleeve…

The Godmodder: Hah! You morons! You may have ALMOST defeated me, but with your deaths, my HP will regenerate to almost full!

The Godmodder: This whole time, I've been preparing it… the ULTIMATE teleporter! It will teleport you to my very special Plane that I CREATED – the PLANE OF INSTANT DEATH BY KITTENS! And it's MY turn, so there's NOTHING YOU CAN DO!

The Godmodder: PROTÉGÉ! PULL THE TRIGGER!

John metaphorically pulled the trigger, by pulling out his remote and pressing a button…

Immediately, a giant forcefield surrounded the Players and the two Godmodders, leaving them trapped inside! A humming filled the air as the teleporter began to activate…

But then, new Players warped in! 10… 20… 30… more! More than 70 Players now surrounded the Godmodder!

The Godmodder: What…??

Katrina, a prominent Player, stepped forward…

Katrina: Godmodder! Today, at long last, we will finally defeat you!

Katrina: For you see, you made one mistake… you were EVIL! So evil, that your own protégé turned against you!

Katrina revealed an amulet around her neck. All the Players had one. Of Godmodder make, it would protect any Player from surprise teleportation! And it had other features, too…

The Godmodder whipped around to face John, who smiled.

The Godmodder: You—

Katrina: ATTACK!


All the Players attacked at once, using all manner of devastating finishing blows and tricky attacks! The Godmodder didn't stand a chance! More than enough attacks landed to take them down, and finally they collapsed…


The Godmodder: You… my protégé…!

The Godmodder: I can't believe you betrayed me…!

The Godmodder managed to force one last smile…

The Godmodder: You have yet to decide upon your Godmodder name… but I will decide for you…!

The Godmodder: You are to be named…

The Godmodder: Verraad! The Betrayer!

The power in her voice echoed for a moment. But John didn't flinch.

Katrina: Die, monster!

Katrina summoned a blade sharper than 20 knives combined, and severed the Godmodder's head from her body! It was over.


For a moment, all was calm. Finally, Katrina stepped towards John/Verraad.

Katrina: You… protégé… I do not know your name, but…

Verraad: You can just call me… "The Godmodder".

Katrina: Of course! You are a truly brave and righteous individual… sparing every Player you met from the start, working to ensure your trainer Godmodder's death…!

Katrina: With your help, the cycle of godmodding can finally be ended. We shall enter a new age of prosperity!

Katrina: You can surrender your godmodding powers, and live a comfortable, peaceful life on Earth.

Katrina: You'll finally get to relax after all this action! Yes – I can say you have a pretty boring life ahead of you!

Verraad smiled.

Verraad: That sounds… nice.

For a moment, an awkward pause…

Katrina: Let's shake on it!

Katrina stepped forward, and clasped the Godmodder's hand. Verraad crushed her hand in his grip, his smile only growing…

Katrina: You… what…?

Katrina had failed to notice the other Players fallen to the ground around her, clutching at their necks, the amulets…

Katrina collapsed as Verraad released her hand, and she found herself unable to breathe. The Amulet functioned not just as a protector, but also as a Player Lock around the lungs, blood vessels, and heart of its wearer, and it had just activated…

Katrina: You… tricked us…! I… why did we ever trust…

It was too late. Katrina expired, as did the other Players, their souls entering the newly christened full Godmodder's soul orb. In those last moments, the Players made many attempts to remove the amulets, but no – Verraad had taken EVERY precaution. Seeing his efforts pay off, he resolved to continue to take every precaution in the future.

Verraad gazed at the shining sun, its glow blazing down on the dead bodies of his moments-ago allies. His plan had gone perfectly, as all his plans surely would. And he had BIG plans, yes, VERY big…

He knew he had a bright future ahead. One surely full of fantastic occurrences, adventures... he was going to meet and kill so many interesting new people! Visit and destroy so many interesting new places! His future was no longer like a weight full of boredom, but like a light, bright and exciting, guiding him towards where he needed to be--!

And on that day, Verraad was truly happy.

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CRITICAL SOUL WEAKNESS STRUCK!

1 damage to the Godmodder!

 

[Moniker]

The Godmodder reels, screaming.

Cracks of light form in his skin. Unholy Divine Shield disintegrates into nothing. The energy from his Reality-destroying charge is dispelled, and goes nowhere.

Hardly able to think, in desperation, the Godmodder opens a portal to another Plane, and tumbles in.

As you stand in awe, Cloak is by your side.

Cloak: Players.

Cloak: You need to be the ones to finish this.

Cloak: We'll handle everything out here. Without the Godmodder to summon more, we can clean up the army.

Cloak: Good luck.

The Godmodder's portal is flashing... almost closing. Eternalstruggle reaches forward, arms of lost souls appearing out of nothing to rip the portal back open, large enough for everyone to pass through!

And so you do. With one last nod at each other, you leap forward, pursuing the Godmodder right into the portal!

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Darkness everywhere. There is nothing. No ground. No oxygen. Just you, your powers, and a Godmodder desperately trying to conjure defenses.

Pionoplayer appearifies a large, glowing white floor for everyone to land on. The rest of the Players launch a small number of attacks on the Godmodder, cutting through his limited defenses.

But already, the Godmodder's pain is clearly subsiding. And... you see his real HP Bar.

It's at 0.

And yet... the Godmodder isn't dead. Is he clinging to life for one final monologue?

No... it's worse, it's much worse!

The Godmodder snaps to attention, blasting the nearby Players back.

Verraad: You did it... haha... you really did it!

Verraad: Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable! But I should've known I wouldn't get away that easily...

Verraad: I may be injured, but in truth... there's been something I've always wanted to try... can I...?

Verraad reaches out his hand, and clasps it. A blue glow surrounds him.

Godmodder healed for 1 HP.

Verraad: I... I can! I can... HEAL MYSELF! Finally, yes, YES!!!

Elated, Verraad turns to face you. He already knows what's coming next, as do you.

There is only one thing left to do now.

Verraad: And now, Players...

Verraad: ...for our final battle.

Verraad, slaughter of millions of innocents, Ender of thousands of Players, traitor to Player and Godmodder alike, His Holy Unholiness, Destroyer of Divinity, Slaughterer of Satan, Godmodder and Administrator to all Reality, faces you!

FINAL BOSS BATTLE START!

(Recommended OST)

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Alright! Here's how the mechanics of this boss battle work. The Godmodder's Unholy Divine special abilities may be disabled for 10 turns as a result of being nailed right in the weakness, but cubicle-based attacks won't work again! In addition to his normal HP bar, he has also gained a PLAYER INJURY meter (Player powers come from God, remember!), and three MORE actions on top of the five he already has! In order to win, you'll need to get him down to Mortally Wounded AND 0 Godmodder HP, where he will then unleash his Mortal Action and instantly kill all of you! It's totally hopeless - so why bother?

Ah! Godmodder! Stop narrating!

Don't lose hope, Players! Your attack caused the Godmodder to lose hold on God's Soul - and with some shred of his will, all of the power is coming back to you! You're powered up more than ever now! You need to hit the Godmodder with Godmodder-damaging attacks, just as you always have!

Furthermore, the Godmodder prepared one final thing to use in a fight like this... his own personal COMBAT OPERANDI! The Godmodder's going to launch 4 of his very strongest attacks at you, and you'll need to be ready - they're powerful enough to destroy you individually!

Now! DEFEAT THE GODMODDER!

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CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 100%
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal
[AG]DragonOfHope
[AG]Daskter
[AG]Eyowe
[AG]Strider
[AG]Gnich
[AG]Crusher
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci
[AG]DanganMachin
[AG]Captain.cat
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)
[AG]Eternalstruggle
[AG]ThatRandomGuy
[AG]Alastair Dragovich
[AG]Piono
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz
[AG]CaptainNZZZ
[AG]General_Urist
[AG]GoldHero101
[AG]Karpinsky
[AG]The Quiet Watcher
[AG]JOEbob
[AG]Cephalos Jr.
[AG]Bill Nye
[AG]Ranger Strider
[AG]Winkins
[AG]The_Two_Eternities


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Verraad: 1/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 1!
Not Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 10!
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Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator
Godmodder Soul Orb

Traveling to this plane of nothingness caused all your items and shields to be left behind. Well... most of them.

 

[WHM Sukamia]

I finish the creation of Avalon, to give to Piono player for his final attack. Avalon grants rapid regeneration and can be activated for the ultimate defense.

 

[Crusher48]

It's go time. Deploy every ounce of supporting tech we have.

Action 1: I use an epic-level magic, Radiant Overcharge. Everyone is granted moderate-level Flying Brick powers (strength, speed, durability, flight), as well as greatly enhanced regeneration.

Action 2: I create a mind merge, or a psychic battle-link. This will allow instant transmission of tactical data, helping players coordinate to evade attacks and land hits.

Action 3: Suddenly, powered armor forms around every Player (other than Verraad) on the field.

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

"John Smith you utter fucking ponce!"

I charge at him, but warp time so my attack eats his Combat Operandi head on! Fist first!

"This time... I WON'T LET ANYONE ELSE DIE!"

I proceed to then continue to counter his move like so. Blast? PUNCH!

Sword? PUNCH!

Esoteric math equation? PUNCH THAT TOO!

I deliver a punch volley, screaming at the top of my lungs. Now, one might wonder why my hands aren't destroyed.

It's simple. I put miniature attack shields on them. DIAMONDIZED ATTACK SHIELD GLOVES!

"It's useless! Give up John! This was never worth it!" I grunt as I punch out another aspect of the attack. "At least give up on making us give up! We're not lying down and dying here!"

I reel back my fist and throw it as hard as I can.

"LEGENDARY SERIOUS MOVE! ONE PUNCH: FULL POWER!"

Whatever was left of Smith's attack is blown away, right down to the conceptual level! In the background, thousands of musicians and singers sing out as one!

ONE PUUUUUNNNNCH!!!

 

[pionoplayer]

Action 1: Piono sprints across the glimmering white platform and whips up a massive hammer, a hammer shimmering with brilliant white light and glimmering crystals of shining light.
He swings it downwards and Verraad reels backwards as an earthshattering
SQUEAKY

.
..

...
*opens and closes mouth with no sound coming out*
*Verraad's ears bleed from the power of being point-blank ranged by the loudest squeak in the history of squeaks*


Action 2: Piono whips the platform out from underneath everyone, to reveal another platform under it exactly where people's feet were. Like the one tablecloth trick.
Piono takes the platform he's pulled out and whips it up into the air, spinning around to form a ceiling. Piono points upwards with a fingergun, and light shoots up into it, causing the platform above them to shatter in two pieces, one of which suddenly shoots forward and slices Verraad in two before shattering into a million razor sharps daggers of holy light that splinter into Verraad and inflict terrible, terrible itching. This slows him down and enables later attacks to hit him more easily.

Action 3: the other ceiling piece floats down, and Piono grabs it, setting it down in front of the players before tweaking its settings to be team-aligned: Players. It suddenly stretches outwards in every direction, up, down, sideways, forming a massive glittering wall of light between the Players and Verraad that the Player's attacks can pass through with no problem.
Verraad's on the other hand... well, that might be somewhat trickier.

 

[Karpinskaya]

FOCUS:

"It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea." (Reeve, Mortal Engines)

Now of course, this sort of thing happened all the time in those days. Cities ate each other to survive, drove around to catch each other, the whole thing was post-apocalyptic and the apocalypse had been a thousand times worse than a standard nuclear war. Not that anyone really remembered, beyond stories. But I digress.

Let's get to the important part. Today was an unusual day for London, and not just because she'd actually found some prey for once. The story was not going to go the way you may have heard it before, to the benefit of just about everybody involved.

It started when a portal opened up, right in front of London, and the great city drove in, onto unfamiliar terrain that was entirely devoid of substance.

By the time the Engineers got the city under control again, the city had already run over Verraad with her great treads. They brought London around, to try and go back through the portal and return home, but it closed just before they got there and all they did was run over Verraad again.

In the meantime, a few sharp-eyed youngsters noticed a puzzling change in the dome of St. Paul's cathedral, on Top Tier at the height of the city. It was opening up, splitting into four parts that each folded down and out like the petals of a flower. And from within the cathedral emerged a long, thin apparatus, crackling with power.

Inside the cathedral, I was running around frantically, activating devices, inputting targeting codes, and bringing the weapon online. For the apparatus was none other than MEDUSA, a relic of a bygone age of war, a great weapon made by America before its doom.

It's a giant zappy cannon. Don't sweat the details.

Anyways, I lock in Verraad as the target and fire the weapon. A blast of pure lightning tears into him, pushing him back a thousand yards before it stops. And this time, there's no mattress to catch him.

But in London, the weapon is having disastrous side effects. The engines are coursing with great sparks, overloading one by one. The city goes dark, lit only by the lightning arcing down and down from MEDUSA's barrel. And by the time friction takes over and London comes to a halt... it's resting right on top of Verraad, having run him over one last time.

 

[Bill Nye]

Bill starts floating off the ground. All the player energy that he has lost starts coming back. His eye glows a beautiful shade of rainbow. His aura is glowing brighter than ever. This causes ripples in space-time. He floats back down to the ground with a big grin on his face.

REACTOR FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH PLAYER POWER! MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE ACTIVATED!

J.U.S.T.I.C.E A.I REACTIVATED!

K.I.N.D.N.E.S.S A.I REACTIVATED!

B.R.A.V.E.R.Y A.I REACTIVATED!

Whoah!
H-huh?
I....I'm alive?
Heck yeah Partners!
You guys are back?
Of course! our powers are back!
Yay!
Do you all know what this means?
Yeah, I do!
Its time to finish what we were set out to do!
I have been waiting for this all my life!
Its time for him to be judged!
We will never back down!
We will win!
The Godmodder is doomed!
Let's finish this!
TOGETHER!!

Actions 1-3: We teleport right to the Godmodder and perform very powerful attacks at every angle. We fire guns, stab him with unbreakable, undodgeable, unblockable knives, Perform a multi-punch combo. a multi-kick combo. Firing laser guns, and finally, giving him College work that is impossible to finish in 2 seconds. if he doesn't finish it, he will be shot on sight with a very powerful bullet.

Uh... sir?
What?
Bill Nye's Reading's are off the charts! He's going into Maximum overdrive!
......did you just quote a SpongeBob meme?
No, I'm serious! look!

Shadrix looks at his condition. He looks in shock.

I... I never saw him being this energized... It's coming to an end. Kirby, Keep an eye on him, I need to set up a portal for us to leave when this is all over.
We are gonna leave him here?
No, we will pick him up after this is over. I just want this portal ready by the time he's done ok?
Aye, sir.

Shadrix leaves to get the ship ready to leave.

 

[JOEbobobob]

[2x] I don't see a curse of anti-entities around here. And entities give us invulnerability. Even if the Godmodder only spends 1 action killing it, that's a worthy trade for two of mine. So, I conjure a boredom bot. it has a bunch of HP and retaliates with boredom damage when attacked for a thousandth of its health in damage.
EDIT: If I still have 2 or more CP, this becomes a [1x + 1 CP] action, and I also spend another CP and action to summon an Ice Slime with the power to conjure walls made of ice once a turn as their own entities. If I still have 4+ CP, then after that there's a [2 CP] action which summons a sheath elemental, with the power to eat all bladed weapons, blocking enemy attacks. This works retroactively if the Godmodder slips up.

[1x] I conjure a grindstone. The Godmodder looks at the grindstone. I conjure a key. The Godmodder looks at the key, or not. I conjure a giant pile of rocks around us. The Godmodder might or might not look at the rocks. I add a lock to the pile of rocks. To get out of the pile of rocks, the Godmodder will have to unlock the lock with the key. But, the Key is a bit too big. He'll need to grind it down. And to do that, he'll have to use the grindstone. a heavy, awkward grindstone, which takes just as much effort as that old grindstone from his training. Naturally, the Key will shatter instantly if grinded in other ways, reappearing at full size moments later; The Lock will only accept the real key. the Grindstone needs to be turned by hand, by the Godmodder. and so on.
Iff he tries to escape the pile of rocks, They shrink into smaller rocks. Smaller, Smaller- and they become exponentially denser in that instant, not like they should, but like they're increasing in mass alongside density. There are gaps in the barrier, now- but the gaps crackle with irridescent lightning, warding him off for a few moments, So the rocks can finish shrinking. Soon, each of them is the size of a marble- And the mass of a planet. It's like The Rock all over again! I snap my fingers, and cyan light binds, and keeps the Godmodder in a solid form, vulnerable to the impacts, as the rocks morph. Instead of highly concentrated stone, one of them is metal-aluminium. Another's made of hydrogen, held together by magic to keep it from reacting Violently with the air. Potassium, Krypton, Strontium, Antimony, Uranium- as the Godmodder looks around, he realises there's one of every element- Every Traditional element, Anyway- not magic or fire or anything. The defence-piercing rocks flash through the air in twos and threes, flying straight at the Godmodder. Their gravity throws him off, too- And if he lets some of the more... volatile... ones too close, they react with the air and then his skin, singeing him or irradiating his flesh. The others just stick around, starting to home in on him as he feels Himself getting heavier- They act like they're being pulled in by gravity. He's not sure what sends them flying towards him, other then that it's player-related, but soon enough it slows down- not that it makes things any easier, with the Rocks being pulled straight at him without regard for the gravity in this place that probably hasn't got any gravity. the flashes come only when he's distracted, or sloppy, now, and soon he Will be hit.

Oh, why are they 'Rocks'? Well, I read a book once, and it said a 'Rock' is anything made of one or more minerals. Seperately, it said a mineral is made of one or more elements. Therefore, a rock can be made of a single pure element. Said rock would also be a mineral, but still. Therefore, if the Godmodder gets hit, that's Another instance of him being hurt by, conceptually speaking, the same rock. but with a new twist, of course, given uranium is nuclear, neutronium would react oddly, hydrogen explodes in fire, potassium reacts violently to any of his sweat, and so on. There's a lot more then kinetics going on, this time- If he doesn't deal with the grindstone. If he does, he gets to leave and resume his actions. Oh, but- The key randomly changes shape if he tries to fit it in the lock, based on how grinded it is, and there's no way to know in advance if it's been grinded enough (though once a certain amount of grinding happens, it'll work no matter how much further). And if he doesn't grind enough before trying, it triggers the rocks. just to increase the resemblance to that last challenge.

 

[GoldHero101]

I summon Ultimo Durana and the Callback Greatsword in soul form... and sheathe them both for the time being.

3 ACTION FOCUS - HERE'S THE FINALE!: I summon Dante and Nero and place down a jukebox. "LET'S DANCE BOYS!" Devil Trigger begins to play...



Nero will act as a shield with his Latent Devil Trigger unlocked at the end of DMC 5, protecting us from any shenanigans the Godmodder has to throw at us, but that'll be after a REALLY FREAKING COOL COMBO on the Godmodder involving every weapon they have, with me intertwining magic in between! Allllll the elements!



Dante: "You're gonna have to teach me how to do that later!"

Ehhh, don't worry about it, you cool as is.

 

[EternalStruggle]

"So you're telling me that the Godmodder was caused by capitalism? Oh for pity's sake I thought that was just a literary trope! Bah, whatever. YO LOSER! WE'RE GONNA KICK YOUR ASS NOW!" He yelled down at John Smith.

ES then looked back at how he kept the portal open and shrugged. Roll with it? Roll with it.

FOCUS - PENANCE...

"We're the fire and the fury, you know." ES had now teleported to right before the Godmodder, and was spatially locked on so that he would follow the Godmodder's vision no matter what. Verraad stood entirely wooden and unmoving before ES, totally impassive and ready.

"We're the thunder and the lightning." Light glinted off of his sunglasses.

"The saviours of the lost and the damned." A wicked smirk erupted onto his features.

"The, heh, avengers of time and space itself." He stuck a bizarre pose.

"Here's an old trick, but a little improved by yours truly to iron out the flaws." He flexed his fingers a little.

"Goodbye. You won't be missed." ES ripped off his glasses to strike a different pose, gazing at a seemingly uncaring Verraad with smouldering eyes.

STARE!

The Penance Stare bypasses all eye protection, including closing your eyes, looking away, and having no eyes in the first place. It inflicts back all the pain and suffering one has done to others back upon the user, as well as the weight of all their sins, and all of this is multiplied by any guilt or evil glee the person has ever experienced with regards to their actions. A multiplier that bottoms out at one, because even if the target has literally zero feelings one way or the other they still get hit with full force. Needless to say, after centuries of evil and warfare, this hurts Verraad a lot. ES' boosted version also bypasses all divine, unholy, technological, physical, psychic, mystical, and planar protections against mystic attack that a target has, as well as bypassing any other miscellaneous protections too.

It doesn't really matter though, because he's looking at an obvious decoy.

The real Godmodder lowers his guard at ES being an enormous idiot, and laughs out loud about his stupidity. Just in time to have Amelia appear before him faster than thought with the real Penance Stare, locked directly onto the eyes of the real Godmodder, right in front of him with no room for manoeuvre, guard dropped, all defences bypassed. Because the Godmodder isn't the only one who can use decoys, as it turns out.

 

[Ranger_Strider_]

We are the ones... who shall END THIS AGE OF PLAYERS AND GODMODDERS!
FOCUS! BE BROKEN BY THE WEIGHT OF YOUR SINS!
I create a grindstone, composed of countless black holes compressed together. I give myself strength greater than the giants of yore and heroes of old, and slam the grindstone onto the godmodder. I batter away at his meagre defenses, and using RAW POWAH attempt to smash him.

 

[That-Random-Guy]

FOCUS

I defeat the Godmodder . . . by kachowing him with a nuclear relish shotgun.

Then while he's confused by my sudden amateurishness, I unleash the real attack, which involves playing pattycake with small mountains, and summoning Alpha, previously known as Richard.

 

[Exoskeletal65]

"Onward, comrades! Onwards for the Soviet union all of existence! CHARGE!"

Action 1:
I play this song over the battlefield, empowering my allies.



Actions 2 and 3:
I narrow my eyes at the godmodder. "I'm gonna level with you, you're fucking boring. You were nothing before you became a godmodder, and even then, you're kind of a lightweight. Honestly, you didn't even earn this level of reality altering power, you stole it. If you weren't so pathetic, you'd naturally have this power. But you don't, do you? Of course not, because you're a failure.

"Your life was boring. Your routine was boring. Your job was boring. Even your name was boring. Seriously, what the hell kind of name is John Smith, anyway? Do you have any idea how goddamn generic that is? You were garbage before you became a godmodder, and now you've somehow managed to be worth even less. That's just sad, man.

"All these incredible powers, all these grand ambitions, and you're still a failure."

My 'the reason you suck' speech deals emotional damage to the godmodder.

 

[Krill13]

Eyowe approaches the Godmodder.

"Hello Godmodder. KNIFE to meet you!" He shoots him with a gun.
"A groan right out of the BAT?" He stabs him with a broken glass pane.
"You look like you have an AXE to grind with me." He kicks him in the shin.
"Can I SHOOT you a question?" He bashes him with an entire mech.
"Why do you look like you're in PANE?" He smashes a baseball bat on his head.
"Was it because I attacked you FIST things FIST?" He chucks an entire log at him.
"Sorry, let me MECH it up to you." He stabs him with a knife.
"I'll BOOK you a trip to Disneyland, how about that?" He decks him in the nose twice.
"I'm sure you WOOD like that." He drops an axe on his head.
"Now then, have a nice TRIP!" He smacks him with a heavy dictionary.

 

[Torix]

... Let's do this, guys! We've got this!

I look curiously at the Shadow Agitator and the Soul Orb, but... doesn't feel right using these items without permission. "Would anyone mind if I used these? I have an idea on how to, just wanting to make sure nobody else has or wants to first. "

[1] Alastair's Prismatic Wall suddenly grows and multiplies exponentially in power, upgrading into the Soul Barrier! Although protecting against the Nothing threatening his very soul remains the same, the DIAMONDIZED ATTACK SHIELD GLOVES reflect the upgrade and grow into the Diamond Soul's Gauntlets!

[2] I create a suit of shimmering armor around me - it looks like it's there, but not really there...? Although hard to tell, the armor allows a full extent of movement while also protecting and reducing an attacks potency. The barrier of force created - called the Spectral Armor - should be enough to protect me for a while by making it impossible to be one-shot.

[3] With the previous two precautions out of the way... time to actually attack. I crack my knuckles as I begin to unleash a powerful force of elemental attack power. The Godmodder finds himself hurled through various points of the now Administrative Plane, starting with the Cinder Wastes and the elemental plane of fire. Verraad is forced through endless miles of the sea of pure magma to its far left, buried in searing sand the temperature of a star, and launched into the two burning suns high above the plane's sky. As he comes soaring down, the unfortunate soul begins to be literally torn apart by the howling winds of the plane of Air and the Labyrinth Winds, only by chance managing to drift across the whole place mercifully intact, but with many cuts, scrapes, and bruises -barely resembling a human now, in fact- as he plunges into the darkest depths of the ocean of the Plane of Water and the Sea of Worlds. Struggling for breath, Verraad finally manages to catch a break, create a light and conjure an air bubble... Even as the pressure crushes his bones and nearly forces him into a strange singularity-said ball of incredibly dense matter. There's about a minute of this before he's hurled into the Plane of Earth's vast mountains and forced to find his own way out, stuck beneath the endless earth and lost in the unfamiliar labyrinthine caves. Even worse, I'm monitoring any planar travel. Therefore, I've set a trap - if he teleports out through a non occurring portal or travels to any plane beside the one this battle is taking place on, he'll be sent back here instead with a large amount of void interference in the travel time, and generally have a very unpleasant flight. I don't let him know about this before hand, and promptly fling him off into the rest of the action above.

Long story short, by the time he's back, Verraad will be a well-cooked, cut and bruised, dirt-covered and weary from weeks of travel, pressure crushed spherical excuse for a Godmodder.

 

[Paradoxdragonpaci]

(x1)The War is finally coming to a conclusion...Let's bring in it shall we.

I invoke Spongebob squarepants and summon the pineapple under the pineapple under the pineapple under the pineapple under the pineapple.....etc etc etc, this memetic mutation creates the Infinite Pineapple under the Sea, which crushes the Godmodder infinitely!!

(x1)I create a shield of mirrors and flex tape, this should help defend us

(x1)I summon the Untitled Goose, who sneaks by amidst all the chaos...waiting for the optimal chance just before the Godmodder is going to Attack...to steal his COMBAT OPERANDI and reflect it !!

 

[Gnich]

Invigorated by the burst of player power, I jump at the godmodder.

Focus: hello, I am here to make your life horrible.

Bursts of popcorn leaves the gun and with their ominous flavors do their path take them to every orifices that the godmodder has. Any attempts to deviate them from their path is only a small delay to their arrival time, as determined they are to get to the godmodder, whether it is faster to go through the obstacle or straight through it. This is not factoring in how I move and fire at different angles, which actually help a lot.

my unused as of yet sword finally gets a moment to shine, literally, as I raise it up high for the light to grow bright enough to blind the godmodder's eyes for the barest of seconds, but even that little, is enough for me to get right up into the guys face and start a flurry of stabs, slashes, feints, and other things. The godmodder as powerful as he is, is guaranteed to not be damaged by such trivial matters. But that is fine, that wasn't my only intention in the first place.

A soft glow suffuses my body. My eyes turn cloudy as I just let go of any reservations, and give my vastly improved instincts a go at this. Whether the godmodder stops me or not, I become the pest I was meant to be, delaying whatever he plans to do to other players as he is now distracted by my annoyingly persistent self. If he dares to aim at anyone else, I am there, distracting him and dodging whatever he throws at me with the rest of my powered up abilities.

 

[BackAndGoneAgain]

I join the game for this one last final battle.

x3 I compile a block of spoilered text filled with me venting about shit, and then use it to stab the Godmodder and attack him with the power of pure anger, rage, and bitterness at the world.

Spoiler

It feels like I actively feed my anger. I constantly make passive aggressive comments about things and just, I don't know? Am I trying to start an argument? Do I feel like I need to start an argument? I just don't get it.

And the worst part is I clearly understand I'm doing it on purpose, yet I still can't stop myself from doing it. Do I want to to stop myself? Or s, I even doing it on purpose? Maybe I'm just assigning myself problems where there are none.

Things like this, too, even some like I'm just fucking fishing for pity and attention

And my hate of rules. I'm almost certain it's Oppositional Defiant Disorder. That kind of ties in with the first thing too I guess. But I just can't help myself, from insulting rules and trying to go against what I'm told to do. It's just. An impulse, a reflex. Something I don't really have full control over. It's not healthy and I know it but I don't know how to change it.

That's another thing, change. I always get such good advice from people helping me, and I do try to take it into account. Or at least I think I do, maybe subconsciously I just...don't. It feels like I can't change myself, I can't be a better person even through all this feedback and help and love from friends and others, and I'm just destined to be bitter and angry and annoyed with everything.

To cap it off, all of my issues with college lately. I have this urge to insult college and, by extension I guess, people going to college. It's this weird sort of projection of my own fears of having to make the decision to go there someday. And I guess I also just...I have this unhealthy kind of obsessive feeling that it's "stealing" the time and attention of my friends? I also have this weird half empathy half projection thing where I'm angry that they have to study and do homework and tests instead of just doing whatever they want.

None of this is healthy, I know. But at least I got to use this a chance to vent.

 

[FlamingFlapjacks]

I draw a gun, call upon duck, and fire! With the power of a hundred ducks, a bullet pops out!

It moves slowly. And slowly. After a few minutes, it hits. And out pops three more guns. They fire out more bullets. More guns come. And more. And more. Each gun fires. And then comes more guns. And more and more and more. Eventually, they collapse into a black hole, absorbing Verrard! And since we're n a black abyss.. he's absorbed into the background.

 

[pionoplayer]

... Let's do this, guys! We've got this!

I look curiously at the Shadow Agitator and the Soul Orb, but... doesn't feel right using these items without permission. "Would anyone mind if I used these? I have an idea on how to, just wanting to make sure nobody else has or wants to first. "

Click to shrink...

Don't use those please. Shadow Agitator is a Plot Item still, and the Soul Orb is still tied to Alice so pls don smash

/infonull

 

[Strider626]

Focus my actions
One bullet
The last bullet in my gun
The gun that i have been saving all this time
It was always in my imagination
Now i will it into reality
The bullet tipped with the ash killing bone dipped in baslisk venom
And the power of both multiplied

I take it out
And dress in a stylish suit
Now i wait
Have some more tricks to add to this

 

[CaptainNZZZ]

Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator
Godmodder Soul Orb

Traveling to this plane of nothingness caused all your items and shields to be left behind. Well... most of them.

Click to shrink...

Well, that's a shame. Guess I should've burned the Ore of Orichalcum for that minor power boost instead of holding out for so long. Though the value of the Entity Loyalty Punch Card and the Remnant crypt energy have a more potent impact on my barely functioning heart, such long existences and such deep ties. Oh Crypt of the Ancients, I miss your wondrous presence...

Ahem.

Seems I momentarily got caught up in my memories, a mistake that's hardly beneficial given the current predicament. Fond recollections must be saved for dramatic death scenes or the victorious epilogue or even the moment when all hope is lost until the foe's words remind of past memories to motivate one last push, not the final battle at this junction. Bad Player, bad!

[AG]CaptainNZZZ

Click to shrink...

Ah, I see the Alignment System has made a mistake. Not existing as a filthy Neutral just won't be acceptable for my being, I simply am not an Anti-Godmodder. I'll remind the Alignment System of this truth...over dinner!

Reservations to the Mechanics Ristorante prove surprisingly easy to obtain, there wasn't even a wait list. The current location probably is the reason for this ease, few people would ever want to have dinner near the Godmodder after all.

Inviting the Alignment System also wasn't that difficult, the shock of being considered an independent being able to be socially interacted with a potent motivator.

As the end goal is convincing my status to be rightfully returned to Neutral, flattery and creating a perfect evening is critical. Every action has been carefully planned beforehand in a pocket of frozen time after temporarily downloading the skills of various humans for mastery for any conceivably useful skill. From food critic to wine taster to professional etiquette trainer to psychologist, I made certain to load up on the everything needed for acting perfectly. The highest quality outfit, gifts, and haircut also are critical but acting well before the personification of the Alignment System is a must.

With all that prep work, the evening goes splendidly. The food was divine, the conversation polite yet profound, and the humor didn't go horribly. The Alignment System certainly appeared overjoyed to have such an experience and the subtle prompts to make sure I'm Neutral appear to have successfully been subconsciously absorbed. A truly wonderful experience for anyone and the Alignment System, who oh so rarely 'gets out', is hopefully now quite content. Even if my status isn't returned to its rightful state, at least the Alignment System experienced this evening as a personified being. (x1)

Finished with that wonderful experience, I take a scalpel and make a minor incision into my left palm. Turning it towards the ground, I let a decent supply of blood drip out and watch as the black liquid is seemingly absorbed into the glowing white floor, disappearing form sight. Totally not set up for future shenanigans. (x1)

Finally, I petition the Shenanigans Administration to aid attack impacting elements like attack shields, attack redirectors, and attack blockers to be classified as shenanigans for my use based off of Article 78.3.g, justifying their use has met the standards of surpassing conventional use and being tied to acts meant to do more than what mechanics exist for. From using them to attempt to eliminate Xerath's protections from the Neutraladder to bring sources for retroactive entity revivals when combined with a busy Moniker, these manner of elements clearly met the necessary standards for being defined as personal shenanigans for my use when one looks at Article 78.3.g. (x1)