Defeat The Godmodder

[Victory by Ablation]

It should be noted immediately and preemptively that I happen to definitely not be the alter ego of a certain user known for his abrasivity. Wait, no. Abrasiveness? Yeah, that.

That being said, it should also be noted that as I step into the battlefield and toil in anguish, children all across the multiverse cheer and throw their hands into the air. The contrast is almost humorous in nature, if it wasn't so sad. And I take my sweet time toiling, too. It's one of my favorite activities.

If I could capture how it sounds in a single sentence, it would probably be something like, "mother Theresa, Jesus of Nazareth, Allah himself, oh holy defender, messiah of eons, Zeus the slayer, wielder of lightning, Buddha, he who is most enlightened, Francis Scott Fitzgerald, who could write a damn good book, Ulysses S. Grant, cheeky bastard, never found out what the S. stood for, my roommate, he who told me not to get that dog I really wanted to get, 'cause let me tell you, our apartment already smelled like dog food, oh god, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Then I rip my soul out. Half of it, to be exact. Surprisingly, it looks more like a... kind of cartooney piece of cheese - a flat and floppy thing with holes all over. Kinda like smallpox? You can almost see through it. It's probably because of all the rituals I bailed out of mid-way, or maybe those deals I made with minor demons who claimed that they've turned a new leaf, and that their "old lives" were behind them. Well, I guess those peaceful protestors in ghost costumes were right: once a convict, always a convict.

Regardless, it's only half my soul, and I have the disappointing other half still stowed away within the confines of my chest, where nobody can ever take it. More so because nobody will honestly want to look there. I mean, really. The stench of dog food is unbearable.

Oh, right. I'm supposed to be waiting for someone. A special guest. I won't tell you who it is, but I can bet your bottom dollar (and not mine, I mean, who do you think I am, not broke?), his entrance will be far better than mine.

 

[TwinBuilder]

The blaring, rapturous sound of trumpets ring out through the heavens, even in the absence of any choir invisible to play them. Even in the absolute, infinite darkness of the arena, there is a light. Everyone can see it clearly, regardless of their position or current action. Even beyond the nether-realm that the Godmodder conjured up in his death grips, and throughout the tumultuous halls of what could reasonably be construed as Reality — there is a light. It starts off flickering and ephemeral at first, but as the trumpets' dirge continues, it grows and solidifies into an actual form. A single, resolute column, holier than thou, blazing as if a secret eleventh commandment that God had forgotten to inscribe upon creating the world. But had he created the world, really? Was there even a world at all? Perhaps at one point, before all this madness, there was. But now, in this purgatory standing host to the absolute final battle, there is only a darkness: deep, still, and formless.

At least, there was a darkness. But now, there is a column of light. One that shines on everything it touches, revealing not just color, but the truth. It is a light that lives, that has a mind and a will of its own, superiority and awestruck wonder burned into its very essence. Many claim to know the truth. Some preach about it in alleyways, or in buildings. Some pursue it alone, and others attract crowds. Others still spend years plotting the paths of everything in existence and writing books on their research. The cycles are endless, and varied, yet all bending towards the same arc. Yet through it all, there is a truth. And the truth is very simple. Even in this place, a realm that, before now, was untouched by the light, there are similar, literally God-given rights, bestowed upon a chosen few and their throng. "Don't expect your attacks to actually work," the truth says. "But you can do anything."

The column of light solidifies and hardens and shatters into a trillion pieces, a starburst of novae and smoke and lightning and fire in every color humans could see plus all the ones they couldn't resonating outwards in spirographical patterns. In the resulting haze, no one can make out anything, obscured as they were by thick clouds. But they don't need any eyes to see, and I don't need no tricks to kill. And so it was that I stepped out of the smoke cloud, adjusting my glasses with a familiar shine. Uncharacteristic braggadocio put to the side, I put my right hand to the ground and clench my fist. The cloud of smoke is flung apart by a cascade of winds, the ground gaining form and the unstill waters thrown apart as a nondescript building hovers through the air. "I have been secretly following this thread for a while," I say, chuckling to myself in spite of it all. "And now, it is time... TO JOIN IT!"

For my first-ever attack, I, TwinBuilder, throw a building at the Godmodder.

...Incredibly slowly. Even after I finish the actual throwing motion, the building has barely made its way over to him. I guess we have a while to wait.

—

I eye Victory of Ablation, Leaping Shadow of the Hollow Hills, with suspicion. I also take care to note immediately (though not exactly preemptively, I guess) that he is definitively and assuredly not the alter ego of a certain user known for his Abraxas. ...No, that definitely wasn't right. Where did I even get that from? It's "abrasiveness" for sure. I have to say, he's going about this fight the right way. Why should I bother attacking anyone directly when I can reach heaven through violence? "This is a very sound and morally justifiable decision. Remember, kids! Try this at home!" I say as I pull out a severed arm. The arm belongs to a human child who literally lives in a town called Hometown, if I'm remembering things right. His name is Kris. You can guess where this goes.

Kris' arm plunges through my chest, and I double over in absolutely horrendous pain. I won't sugarcoat things. This seriously hurts. But suffering through the pain is worth it, even though with every passing second, I can feel literal physical damage being inflicted onto my very essence. After way too long of this torture, Kris' arm pulls itself back out, gripping an undefinable object in his hand. It's exactly one half of a soul. My soul. Stripped free from any connotations the concept may have in any fictional universe that you want to append it to, it just happens to be everything that makes me me. I'm sure there's a critical weakness in there somewhere, but I feel like I don't want to know what it is. The point being that the half of my soul begins vibrating and spasming erratically, and through the haze of pain that makes me want to level Mt. Everest a million times over, I look over and see that Victory of Ablation's half of a soul is shaking, too.

The two halves fly through the air until they meet each other, spiraling around themselves infinitely. Amazingly, the shape of my half of a soul begins to manifest itself, breaking free of all dimensional and metafictional boundaries to reveal... Two slices of bread. Not even toasted bread. Just bread. Country white bread, thankfully, but still. Victory's slice-of-cheese-soul slides perfectly into my bread, and the entire battlefield unglues itself into a fractal, as though immersed in a kaleidoscope, as everything fades to nothingness. Everything except me, Victory of Ablation, and our souls, rendered in silhouette against a backdrop that's not exactly unfathomable, just... boring enough that we don't want to see it. An unmistakably human figure emerges from the makeshift sandwich — a proper torso, with limbs, and then a head with hair... It spins around, and the outlines of clothes manifest on its body. I should have mentioned this earlier, but throughout all this time, the trumpets from the first sentence were still playing. This new combatant raises its arm through the kaleidoscope, snaps its fingers, and the trumpets shut off.

Color is restored to the field, and Victory and I, who had been suspended in the air through that whole ordeal, fall to the ground. The thing... No. The person that we created, a person forged through the unholy, sanctified alliance of two incredibly powerful souls, keeps hovering between earth and sky without a care in the world. Her flowing orange hair ripples in a wind that isn't nonexistent, but was literally summoned into existence by her thought alone. Her left eye flickers with a fire that alternates between cyan and yellow every instant. Her face is framed by a set of glasses, one lens red and shimmering with stardust, and the other lens black and impossibly cool. Her leather jacket is lined with fleece and also somehow has a hood, which also ripples in the wind. Her hands have six fingers each, and no one can tell if this applies to her feet, since she's wearing winter boots (for optimal bee-crushing). And her name... Her name...

Her name is "Scott but it's a girl."

—

Scott but it's a girl flashsteps out of existence. All eyes turn to the building which has been moving at a glacial pace through the air, the only landmark floating in an otherwise static sky. With a stereotypical anime sound effect, Scott but it's a girl flashsteps right above the building, her left hand reeling back and then slapping the building at full force. Her hand moves at just shy of the speed of light, forcing the building to instantaneously impact the Godmodder. As there is no air, the building runs into no resistance and hurtles straight into the floor, where it then detonates in a titanic sphere of plasma and fire. Scott but it's a girl's hand is burned beyond recognition. She scoffs, wraps it in gauze, and floats down to the ground, entering a fighting stance. Victory and I glance at each other. What terror have we unleashed upon this world?

Only one way to find out.

 

[pope]

There's a flash of white light. A yellow triangular dream demon named Pope Bill appears out of nowhere! In his possession is a hefty banhammer.

"DON'T MIND ME, FOLKS! I'M JUST HERE TO BAN THE GODMODDER!"

Pope Bill spins the banhammer to build speed, then he aims it and expertly launches it at the Godmodder!

 

[Captain.Cat]

'Alright good, We are near the end of this. Pffh, John Smith what a generic name. Well I will use that name from now on because He does not deserve the dignity of being called by his oh so fancy fake name. So John Smith it is.' I think to myself as I see what everyone else is doing.

Quickly I see what Alastair Dragovich is about to do. 'Oh okay brave thing to do but this can get you killed!' I think to myself in a mild panic. 'Okay Cool it! Lets give Alastair a hand so they can hopefully survive.' Closing my eyes I start focusing my renewed energy to my wish. 'I wish for 3 Attack shields to be given to Alastair Dragovich so he can survive the Combat Operandi that he plans to take the brunt of!' Suddenly in a flash of red light a suit of red translucent plate armor appears around Alastair Dragovich, if one is to look closely enough they could tell that Alastair is still under the armor that now serves as a shield to any attack meant for them.

Quickly another item appears beside Alastair this time taking the form of floating red sphere about a foot in diameter, It hovers around Alastair and every so often makes a sudden movement to quickly get to another angle as to better cover Alastair as they move forward to attack John Smith. It appears to be made of a very thick material that could withstand a quite powerful hit.

Then finally a red translucent barrier forms around both Alastair and a shell looking almost like a red glass ball. Despite is surrounding Alastair it does not hinder their movement or their sight as it is quite easy to see out of with only a hint of red to making the viewer aware that there is a barrier that. From inside the shell it still allow Alastair to attack from with in it while still protecting them from harm from John Smith. (3 CP)

(In summary I am giving Alastair Dragovich 3 attack shields so they can hopefully survive the brunt of the Combat Operandi and hopefully make John Smith waste most of it on Alastair.)

 

[The quiet watcher]

The quiet watcher opens up a portal and withdrew his pistol, putting it back in its holster for later, choosing instead to prepare his attack for now.

He steps up behind the Godmodder while he was distracted by everyone else's attacks or defenses and stabs the Godmodder in his gallbladder with his spirit knife and his spleen with his personal knife, intentionally stabbing in a manner that would cause as much damage to those organs as possible instead of the Godmodder's health points. Immediately after that, he retreated back behind the defenses that had already been set up.

 

[Franciacorta]

Elsewhere...

"are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we"
"First off, we haven't even started the trip. Second, the "trip" will last literally less than a second. Portals are the main transportation method around here, in case you forgot."
"Third, please turn off your typing quirk during dialogues, it makes no sense at all."
"Alright. As you wish."
"When are we going? When are we going? When are we going? When-"
"Frisk. Cease."
"Bleh, fiiiiiine."
"You're right, though. What are we waiting for again?"
"The Hated has not appeared yet, and even if the target were to be changed to the Godmodder of this world, the narrative flow still requires us to strike at a sufficiently dramatic moment."
"Seriously, Odbody? The narrative flow? We're Agents, last I checked, so remind me why we have to obey it still?"
"Be silent. Francia- I mean, Fʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀ is coming."

...

Back at the final battlefield...

An arrow strikes Verraad in the shoulder, its journey across several Fragments finally ending in its target. Of course, this fails to do any damage to him- why would such an unoriginal instrument harm such a powerful godmodder? It wouldn't, plain and simple.

But that is not important, for that is not even the arrow's intention. No, this particular arrow is known to all those who have spent a sufficient amount of time researching the society of Witches. This arrow bears a golden pin right above its head, a sable raven looking over its shoulder, its beak and claws as red as freshly shed blood. This arrow bears the pre-mortem greetings and salutations of the Witch of Strife.

This arrow bears the message that all shall not be well.

 

[The_Two_Eternities]

3 actions:

A stapler appears in the hands of the man in MTF uniform. Holding it in one hand, he flicks his wrist back and forth to flip the stapler open. He steps toward the Godmodder, and raises the stapler up-

John Smith's coworker extends a hand holding a stapler towards John Smith. John Smith blinks in shock, then scowls. Verraad isn't going to let himself get bogged down by an illusion of a long-ago time. He is the Godmodder, and-

The stapler smashes into the Godmodder's face.

 

[Victory by Ablation]

It suddenly occurs to me that this is the reason I've been brought into this world.

——

"There's some sort of error! There must be! I've never seen such a huge factor of crystallized awesomeness coalesced into one spot in the universe!" - some nerd, upon the arrival of the grand duchess. The grand duchess is one of the many names of the heralded heroic anti-heroine "Scott but it's a girl", who is as much of a shitty OC as Sonichu (that is to say, not at all). She is my number one creation and the paragon of all that is holy in an otherwise bleak and empty reality-slash-fiction.

"My name is Scott but it's a girl Jest-Builder, and I'm here to kick bubblegum and chew your ass!" she yells out with a voice just high enough to be feminine, carrying behind it the perfect blend of all that is awesome. The recipe goes something like this: ½ of the abrasive side of the sponge, ½kg of concentrated mystique, a literal fuckton of stardust, a bunch of radioactive stuff, and seven tablespoons of chemical ex (not more and not less). This is the recipe used to create the perfect little ass-kicker.

As it occurs, the Godmodder is wearing a shirt that says "bubblegum".

Scott but it's a girl looks at the Godmodder, then at her fist, then at the Godmodder, and then at Terry Crews, who is behind the Godmodder and sucker punches him. The Godmodder feels all 12 million scoviles of old spice, new spice, and the spice of recent past, which is really just the spice of life, and feels his life churned out of him like spices from a shaker. The abilities of old spice, much like a certain other spice with supernatural properties, allows the old to become the new. Fairly simple, yet when combined with the shimmering properties of munchkinry, the now old action of the Godmodder being punched becomes new. It is simply an endless medley of sucker punches. The sucker is the Godmodder.

Scott but it's a girl insctively pulls out a brochure given to her by her father (which one will not be disclosed), How to Deal With Time Loops. She reads over it carefully, "huh"ing and "hmm"ing where appropriate. It goes a little like this: Do YOU have a time loop and you just don't diddly god damn know how how to deal with it?? ("Yes, in fact, I do! How did this guy inside the paper know that?") Well, then you are in the RIGHT PLACE! Simply apply Time-Away™! With our special patented formula, time wil, quite literally, slip out from within your grasp! Note that any side-effects, such as the infliction of chronic procrastination or falling into a comatose state are not the liability of Time-Away Inc. Yes, both are quite plausible - but if you need this product, you're probably desperate enough not to care regardless.

As such, she pulls out a bottle of the good ol' stuff, which carries with it the pleasant aroma of anxiety, specifically the kind you feel when you're slowly going insane, wasting your hours away idly lying on your couch with a pile of work right beside your nose. Of course, she wouldn't know that. She's too awesome to be irresponsible.

As the Godmodder slams against Terry Crews's impeccably muscular arm, practically bursting with manhood and vitriol, enough to make any man cry from envy, (I mean, really, it's like he's some sort of God. Have you seen the guy? He's like if Zeus was real. And not old. And black?) for the <ridiculous amount of time>th time, Scott but it's a girl applies Time-Away™ ever-so-gently. It runs down the Godmodder's head, trickles down his face, running beside his nose and into his mouth, which has been sucker punched enough to open like a door without hinges.

And then it all shatters beside them. Down and down time itself pours, into a million pieces. Each piece decides to go on its merry way, but then realizes there may be an infinite amount of its replicas - time as we know it, of course, can be infinitely long. As such, viewing itself as wholly mundane, it explodes, and leaves behind it space and space alone.

And thus they find themselves in space.

The Godmodder, tears pouring already from being exposed to the majestic yet ever-unreachable form of Terry Crews himself, looks around, and sees nothing. Stranded, he imagines. But stranded he is not, for he has a visitor.

"Pizza delivery!" an inconspicuous voice chimes.

The Godmodder, distracted and blinded by his own hubris, foolishly opens the door, like a fool opening a… door particularly made for fools to open.

But alas, there is no door. There is only Scott but it's a girl's fist, and fifty one-liners. In all her awesomeness, Scott but it's a girl always has at least fifty original one-liners prepared. You know, like any sane girl does, obviously. They go a little like this:

"Spell my name with abrasive!"


"Your breath smells like a mid-life crisis!"


"The reason there's a competition for 'most handsome man' but not 'least handsome man' is because you'd win every year!"


"Flex Seal Clear comes in five different flavors, each one customized for your taste buds!"


"Hitler's warming up your seat next to him, in Hell!"


"If you had a dog, I'd feel REALLY bad for the dog!"


"Apply directly to the forehead!"


"I'd make a joke about your seven evil exes, but that would mean you'd actually have to have any!"


"You're the reason people still clap when airplanes land!"


"Wuh oh, chili dogs!"


"You make misery itself look somewhat appealing!"


"If your life had a face, I wouldn't touch it, because god knows where you've been!"


"Capital b, capital v!"


"You look just as annoying as the Minions, but a thousand times less adorable!"


"You're the reason Puerto Rico isn't an official state!"


"I'm not starring ANY of your quips!"


"Meeting you is equatable to eating a chocolate chip cookie and finding out that the chips were raisins instead, AND THE BAKING POWDER WAS CYANIDE!"


"Insert quip here!"


"They should call you Modder, because even god would turn his back on you!"


"You're gonna have a Scott™ time!"


"City's breaking down on a camel's back!"


"You're a living shitpost!"


"I bet neither of your parents showed up to your birth!"


"Obey the new world order!"


"I'd say that it's time to face the music, but you probably don't even know what is, because you only listen to pre-recorded tapes of thousands of babies crying to fall asleep every single night!"


"Spoiler alert - Snape is the iceberg!


"When you look up the word 'cool' in the dictionary, the definition is NOT you!"


"Your closet probably houses several Dalmatian coats!"


"Turkey day!"


"Video games!"


"Your preferred habitat is the second page of Google search!"


"No, wait, it's actually the second page of Bing!"


"You're the reason torrented movies have annoying Spanish subtitles that you can't even switch off!"


"You're the reason people HAVE to torrent movies in the first place!"


"I've got 99 problems, and you're 98 of them - oh wait, I miscounted, I ONLY HAVE 98!"


"If you ever lost a duel, you'd probably refer to it as 'getting second place'!"


"I'd hate you even if you were my birth mother!"


"Vibe check!"


"You look like the human equivalent of a prune!"


"You're too slow!"


"You look like if Gollum and Sméagol were separate entities, and then had a baby, and THE BABY IS YOU!"


"Rubber baby buggy bumpers!"


"Me and myself, like the sun and the moon - title of your… uh, LIFE tape!"


"Your house is the reason Chernobyl is only the second most radioactive place on Earth!"


"You look like the sum total of an exponential series of garden gnomes!"


"Do let your kids try this - I'd know, because I'm a kid!"


"Property of Jest-Builder Inc!"


"To hell with you, effortless effigy!"


"I serve nothing but chaos, and ass-kickings, 24/7!"


"I'm Scott but it's a girl, and I'm not legally required to approve this message, but I'll do so anyway, because YOU SUCK!"


And it was such.

The Godmodder faced imminent destruction - or not. But at least Scott but it's a girl looked cool trying, and that's all that really mattered.

 

[Moniker]

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.

Click to shrink...

Avalon created! Piono now possesses it, and can call on it for an attack if need be!

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.

Click to shrink...

Everyone granted Flying Brick powers!

Everyone granted psychic battle link! You can communicate without Verraad overhearing!

Everyone granted power armor! The exact amount it contributes to defense is hard to calculate.

"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!!!

Click to shrink...

Torix's power buffs your attack shields! You have the DIAMONDIZED ATTACK SHIELD GAUNTLETS! You ONE PUNCH The Godmodder's combat Operandi in the FUTURE! 1 damage to the Godmodder's future Operandi!

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.

Click to shrink...

Verraad has combat-grade earplugs plugged into all 3 of his ears! Squeaky doesn't do anything!

Verraad is slightly slowed down until an attack hits him!

You create GLASS WALL to help block Godmodder attacks!

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.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder cleverly hides in his own mechnical city, a full-scale Replica of Greece! When you thought you were running over Verraad, you were REALLY running over a Replica of Greece, living reincarnated people included! You slaughtered millions living within the city! You MONSTER!

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.

Click to shrink...

Your attack starts off well! But then, the Godmodder receives the college work! Rather than complete it, he gives you a knowing look... and takes off his mask. It's Professor Mcnasty, your Precalculus professor!

Professor Mcnasty: So, Mr. Nye! Trying to pass off your homework onto Reality-destroying genocidal murderers, eh!? In college, we call that PLAGIARISM!

Professor Mcnasty: I'm afraid this assignment gets a 0! It was worth 20% of your grade, so I hope you've got a REAL good plan for recovery!

Your stress levels spike by 300%!

[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(YOU DON'T), 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.

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The Curse of Anti-Entities appears in plain view, allowing you to see it. Then it punches you in the face.

The Godmodder conjures a grindbot. It automatically grinds at the grindstone, grinding down the key to the appropriate size within a measly .3 seconds. Easy peasy. He's so glad he has these powers.

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.

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The Godmodder summons super cool characters from DMC6 and DMC7, which we definitely have since its the future! He offers you two free copies of the games if you'll stop the attack. You accept. Some things are worth sacrificing Reality for.

"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.

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No! You predicted the decoy!

The Godmodder is hit right on! 1 damage! The Godmodder's HP is at 0!

Healing pulse! You and those next to you on the Player list are healed! It didn't do anything that time, but it looks like you'll get a free Healing Pulse every time you hit the Godmodder!

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.

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The compressed Black Holes cause all sorts of weird physics stuff to happen, and eventually just explode, totally interrupting your attack!

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.

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GAH! NO CROSS-CANON CONTAMINATION!

A cleanup crew appears out of a multicanonal portal, and out jumps a hazmat team. They drag you away for reprogramming and quickly scrub the summoned Alpha out of existence. You're returned, completely reprogrammed, within 3 seconds of Reality's time, and 10 years of your personal time.

"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.

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The Godmodder plugs his ears. "LA LA LA LA LA LA"

You feel like a breaking speech might work, but it'll need a better time to be unleashed.

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.

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"Have a great DAY!" The Godmodder sends you to the Plane of Night, where you're eternal forced to survive in a Minecraft game on hardmode, but there's no light and all items that make light no longer exist. You get destroyed by a creeper.

But wait... at some point, you managed to hit the Godmodder! He's taken a bit of damage! Healing pulse!

... 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.

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You protect yourself with Spectral Armor! Depending on the attack, it could reduce the damage you take!

Of course the Godmodder attempts to teleport the moment he starts moving, and has to deal with the void interference. However, he points in a direction and tells the void interference there's a pretty girl void over that way! The void interference is completely distracted, allowing the godmodder to easily bypass it!

(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 !!

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You crush the Godmodder under the Godmodder under the Godmodder under the...

Well, it continues for a while. But at least one Godmodder makes it back out to fight you!

You create a shield of mirrors and flex tape, and add it to Piono's pre-existing shield!

A horrible goose has been summoned! As it wanders off, you wonder if it was really a good idea...

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.

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The Godmodder, already slowed down, is having trouble dealing with the horrible popcorn and your relentless attacks!

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.

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That's...

The Godmodder acknowledges that, while this is a serious vent, this random forum game probably isn't the best place to dump it, and accepting it as a legitimate attack could set a negative precedent.

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.

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The DUCKS appear to help! They help by covering the entire background in ducks, increasing their DUCK POWER! In the process, however, as much of the background is not yellow, the Godmodder manages to remain distinct from the background!

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

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You wait...

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!

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)

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The Alignment System agrees, and restores you to your rightful place! As you both get ready to leave, the system slips you a piece of paper:

"You ever need anything big guy, you just give me a call >_ I 555-555-5555"

The blood flows.

The Shenanigans Administration (me) unfortunately must deny your request, as the Game Update Department was slaughtered by the Godmodder and I don't have much control over anything at this point. That said, attack shields/blockers aren't going to be useful at this point - the Godmodder's never had much trouble with them, and there aren't any entities right now.

It should be noted immediately and preemptively that I happen to definitely not be the alter ego of a certain user known for his abrasivity. Wait, no. Abrasiveness? Yeah, that.

That being said, it should also be noted that as I step into the battlefield and toil in anguish, children all across the multiverse cheer and throw their hands into the air. The contrast is almost humorous in nature, if it wasn't so sad. And I take my sweet time toiling, too. It's one of my favorite activities.

If I could capture how it sounds in a single sentence, it would probably be something like, "mother Theresa, Jesus of Nazareth, Allah himself, oh holy defender, messiah of eons, Zeus the slayer, wielder of lightning, Buddha, he who is most enlightened, Francis Scott Fitzgerald, who could write a damn good book, Ulysses S. Grant, cheeky bastard, never found out what the S. stood for, my roommate, he who told me not to get that dog I really wanted to get, 'cause let me tell you, our apartment already smelled like dog food, oh god, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Then I rip my soul out. Half of it, to be exact. Surprisingly, it looks more like a... kind of cartooney piece of cheese - a flat and floppy thing with holes all over. Kinda like smallpox? You can almost see through it. It's probably because of all the rituals I bailed out of mid-way, or maybe those deals I made with minor demons who claimed that they've turned a new leaf, and that their "old lives" were behind them. Well, I guess those peaceful protestors in ghost costumes were right: once a convict, always a convict.

Regardless, it's only half my soul, and I have the disappointing other half still stowed away within the confines of my chest, where nobody can ever take it. More so because nobody will honestly want to look there. I mean, really. The stench of dog food is unbearable.

Oh, right. I'm supposed to be waiting for someone. A special guest. I won't tell you who it is, but I can bet your bottom dollar (and not mine, I mean, who do you think I am, not broke?), his entrance will be far better than mine.

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Hmm...

The blaring, rapturous sound of trumpets ring out through the heavens, even in the absence of any choir invisible to play them. Even in the absolute, infinite darkness of the arena, there is a light. Everyone can see it clearly, regardless of their position or current action. Even beyond the nether-realm that the Godmodder conjured up in his death grips, and throughout the tumultuous halls of what could reasonably be construed as Reality — there is a light. It starts off flickering and ephemeral at first, but as the trumpets' dirge continues, it grows and solidifies into an actual form. A single, resolute column, holier than thou, blazing as if a secret eleventh commandment that God had forgotten to inscribe upon creating the world. But had he created the world, really? Was there even a world at all? Perhaps at one point, before all this madness, there was. But now, in this purgatory standing host to the absolute final battle, there is only a darkness: deep, still, and formless.

At least, there was a darkness. But now, there is a column of light. One that shines on everything it touches, revealing not just color, but the truth. It is a light that lives, that has a mind and a will of its own, superiority and awestruck wonder burned into its very essence. Many claim to know the truth. Some preach about it in alleyways, or in buildings. Some pursue it alone, and others attract crowds. Others still spend years plotting the paths of everything in existence and writing books on their research. The cycles are endless, and varied, yet all bending towards the same arc. Yet through it all, there is a truth. And the truth is very simple. Even in this place, a realm that, before now, was untouched by the light, there are similar, literally God-given rights, bestowed upon a chosen few and their throng. "Don't expect your attacks to actually work," the truth says. "But you can do anything."

The column of light solidifies and hardens and shatters into a trillion pieces, a starburst of novae and smoke and lightning and fire in every color humans could see plus all the ones they couldn't resonating outwards in spirographical patterns. In the resulting haze, no one can make out anything, obscured as they were by thick clouds. But they don't need any eyes to see, and I don't need no tricks to kill. And so it was that I stepped out of the smoke cloud, adjusting my glasses with a familiar shine. Uncharacteristic braggadocio put to the side, I put my right hand to the ground and clench my fist. The cloud of smoke is flung apart by a cascade of winds, the ground gaining form and the unstill waters thrown apart as a nondescript building hovers through the air. "I have been secretly following this thread for a while," I say, chuckling to myself in spite of it all. "And now, it is time... TO JOIN IT!"

For my first-ever attack, I, TwinBuilder, throw a building at the Godmodder.

...Incredibly slowly. Even after I finish the actual throwing motion, the building has barely made its way over to him. I guess we have a while to wait.

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I eye Victory of Ablation, Leaping Shadow of the Hollow Hills, with suspicion. I also take care to note immediately (though not exactly preemptively, I guess) that he is definitively and assuredly not the alter ego of a certain user known for his Abraxas. ...No, that definitely wasn't right. Where did I even get that from? It's "abrasiveness" for sure. I have to say, he's going about this fight the right way. Why should I bother attacking anyone directly when I can reach heaven through violence? "This is a very sound and morally justifiable decision. Remember, kids! Try this at home!" I say as I pull out a severed arm. The arm belongs to a human child who literally lives in a town called Hometown, if I'm remembering things right. His name is Kris. You can guess where this goes.

Kris' arm plunges through my chest, and I double over in absolutely horrendous pain. I won't sugarcoat things. This seriously hurts. But suffering through the pain is worth it, even though with every passing second, I can feel literal physical damage being inflicted onto my very essence. After way too long of this torture, Kris' arm pulls itself back out, gripping an undefinable object in his hand. It's exactly one half of a soul. My soul. Stripped free from any connotations the concept may have in any fictional universe that you want to append it to, it just happens to be everything that makes me me. I'm sure there's a critical weakness in there somewhere, but I feel like I don't want to know what it is. The point being that the half of my soul begins vibrating and spasming erratically, and through the haze of pain that makes me want to level Mt. Everest a million times over, I look over and see that Victory of Ablation's half of a soul is shaking, too.

The two halves fly through the air until they meet each other, spiraling around themselves infinitely. Amazingly, the shape of my half of a soul begins to manifest itself, breaking free of all dimensional and metafictional boundaries to reveal... Two slices of bread. Not even toasted bread. Just bread. Country white bread, thankfully, but still. Victory's slice-of-cheese-soul slides perfectly into my bread, and the entire battlefield unglues itself into a fractal, as though immersed in a kaleidoscope, as everything fades to nothingness. Everything except me, Victory of Ablation, and our souls, rendered in silhouette against a backdrop that's not exactly unfathomable, just... boring enough that we don't want to see it. An unmistakably human figure emerges from the makeshift sandwich — a proper torso, with limbs, and then a head with hair... It spins around, and the outlines of clothes manifest on its body. I should have mentioned this earlier, but throughout all this time, the trumpets from the first sentence were still playing. This new combatant raises its arm through the kaleidoscope, snaps its fingers, and the trumpets shut off.

Color is restored to the field, and Victory and I, who had been suspended in the air through that whole ordeal, fall to the ground. The thing... No. The person that we created, a person forged through the unholy, sanctified alliance of two incredibly powerful souls, keeps hovering between earth and sky without a care in the world. Her flowing orange hair ripples in a wind that isn't nonexistent, but was literally summoned into existence by her thought alone. Her left eye flickers with a fire that alternates between cyan and yellow every instant. Her face is framed by a set of glasses, one lens red and shimmering with stardust, and the other lens black and impossibly cool. Her leather jacket is lined with fleece and also somehow has a hood, which also ripples in the wind. Her hands have six fingers each, and no one can tell if this applies to her feet, since she's wearing winter boots (for optimal bee-crushing). And her name... Her name...

Her name is "Scott but it's a girl."

—

Scott but it's a girl flashsteps out of existence. All eyes turn to the building which has been moving at a glacial pace through the air, the only landmark floating in an otherwise static sky. With a stereotypical anime sound effect, Scott but it's a girl flashsteps right above the building, her left hand reeling back and then slapping the building at full force. Her hand moves at just shy of the speed of light, forcing the building to instantaneously impact the Godmodder. As there is no air, the building runs into no resistance and hurtles straight into the floor, where it then detonates in a titanic sphere of plasma and fire. Scott but it's a girl's hand is burned beyond recognition. She scoffs, wraps it in gauze, and floats down to the ground, entering a fighting stance. Victory and I glance at each other. What terror have we unleashed upon this world?

Only one way to find out.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder is so distracted by Scott But Its a Girl, and slowed down from the other thing, and distracted by Gnich's distracting, that the building slams right into him! The Godmodder takes a bit of damage! Healing pulse!

Scott But Its a Girl has appeared! As the Godmodder gets back on his feet, he voices his concerns!

The Godmodder: Oh come on. This is SO stupid! I mean a cheese sandwich? REALLY? But then...

Verraad nods. He has an idea. He'll just have to wait for the right opportunity.

There's a flash of white light. A yellow triangular dream demon named Pope Bill appears out of nowhere! In his possession is a hefty banhammer.

"DON'T MIND ME, FOLKS! I'M JUST HERE TO BAN THE GODMODDER!"

Pope Bill spins the banhammer to build speed, then he aims it and expertly launches it at the Godmodder!

Click to shrink...

FRICK!

John throws down his headset in anger, scattering cheetos left in right. On the computer screen in front of him, he sees that damnable message. "You have been banned from Defeat the Godmodder".

Unbelievable! Those absolute noobs! John really should DO something this nonsense! How DARE they! John paced around the room, (or did what pacing he could at 500 pounds of weight) thoughts racing in his head, but of course he knew that he'd never actually do anything.

A knock came at his door. "GO AWAY DAD"! John yelled. Can't a 40-year-old man enjoy some peace in his own room!? Why do his parents CONSTANTLY have to bother him about things!?

His dad, completely ignoring John's reasonable request, cracked open the door anyways.

Dad: Hey there son, I just wanted to check up on you and-

John: Its unbelievable! Its really just unbelievable! I was going around innocently making jokes that maybe could have been interpreted as slightly innapropriate, and they BANNED me! The AUDACITY! Its unbelievable!

Dad: Well son, I'm sorry that happened, but I just wanted to see... did you finish making the resume like I asked a week ago?

John's expression twisted into one of even greater rage than before. Of course they wouldn't care about his problems! They didn't care about him at ALL! They only cared about him "gaining independence" and "moving out" and "not being a leech upon society"!

Dad saw his expression, and didn't need to hear the answer.

Dad: Listen, son... mom and I here are happy to support you, but you're going to need to get a job someday...

John: SHUT UP, DAD!

Seeing that words would do little more good, Dad left. John turned around and went back to his computer. Time to find another Discord server to harass.

...

Verraad shook his head. What? What WAS that?

The Godmodder takes some damage! Healing pulse! Its enough to push him to the next injury level! The Godmodder is now Slightly Injured!

'Alright good, We are near the end of this. Pffh, John Smith what a generic name. Well I will use that name from now on because He does not deserve the dignity of being called by his oh so fancy fake name. So John Smith it is.' I think to myself as I see what everyone else is doing.

Quickly I see what Alastair Dragovich is about to do. 'Oh okay brave thing to do but this can get you killed!' I think to myself in a mild panic. 'Okay Cool it! Lets give Alastair a hand so they can hopefully survive.' Closing my eyes I start focusing my renewed energy to my wish. 'I wish for 3 Attack shields to be given to Alastair Dragovich so he can survive the Combat Operandi that he plans to take the brunt of!' Suddenly in a flash of red light a suit of red translucent plate armor appears around Alastair Dragovich, if one is to look closely enough they could tell that Alastair is still under the armor that now serves as a shield to any attack meant for them.

Quickly another item appears beside Alastair this time taking the form of floating red sphere about a foot in diameter, It hovers around Alastair and every so often makes a sudden movement to quickly get to another angle as to better cover Alastair as they move forward to attack John Smith. It appears to be made of a very thick material that could withstand a quite powerful hit.

Then finally a red translucent barrier forms around both Alastair and a shell looking almost like a red glass ball. Despite is surrounding Alastair it does not hinder their movement or their sight as it is quite easy to see out of with only a hint of red to making the viewer aware that there is a barrier that. From inside the shell it still allow Alastair to attack from with in it while still protecting them from harm from John Smith. (3 CP)

(In summary I am giving Alastair Dragovich 3 attack shields so they can hopefully survive the brunt of the Combat Operandi and hopefully make John Smith waste most of it on Alastair.)

Click to shrink...

Alastair is granted a protective barrier! When the Combat Operandi appears, he should be okay!

The quiet watcher opens up a portal and withdrew his pistol, putting it back in its holster for later, choosing instead to prepare his attack for now.

He steps up behind the Godmodder while he was distracted by everyone else's attacks or defenses and stabs the Godmodder in his gallbladder with his spirit knife and his spleen with his personal knife, intentionally stabbing in a manner that would cause as much damage to those organs as possible instead of the Godmodder's health points. Immediately after that, he retreated back behind the defenses that had already been set up.

Click to shrink...

You move the Godmodder, only to notice a second pair of eyes in the back of his head! They spy you immediately, shoot out of their sockets, and throw you back! You're too grossed out to counter!

Elsewhere...

"are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we"
"First off, we haven't even started the trip. Second, the "trip" will last literally less than a second. Portals are the main transportation method around here, in case you forgot."
"Third, please turn off your typing quirk during dialogues, it makes no sense at all."
"Alright. As you wish."
"When are we going? When are we going? When are we going? When-"
"Frisk. Cease."
"Bleh, fiiiiiine."
"You're right, though. What are we waiting for again?"
"The Hated has not appeared yet, and even if the target were to be changed to the Godmodder of this world, the narrative flow still requires us to strike at a sufficiently dramatic moment."
"Seriously, Odbody? The narrative flow? We're Agents, last I checked, so remind me why we have to obey it still?"
"Be silent. Francia- I mean, Fʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀ is coming."

...

Back at the final battlefield...

An arrow strikes Verraad in the shoulder, its journey across several Fragments finally ending in its target. Of course, this fails to do any damage to him- why would such an unoriginal instrument harm such a powerful godmodder? It wouldn't, plain and simple.

But that is not important, for that is not even the arrow's intention. No, this particular arrow is known to all those who have spent a sufficient amount of time researching the society of Witches. This arrow bears a golden pin right above its head, a sable raven looking over its shoulder, its beak and claws as red as freshly shed blood. This arrow bears the pre-mortem greetings and salutations of the Witch of Strife.

This arrow bears the message that all shall not be well.

Click to shrink...

The Witch of Strife approaches...

3 actions:

A stapler appears in the hands of the man in MTF uniform. Holding it in one hand, he flicks his wrist back and forth to flip the stapler open. He steps toward the Godmodder, and raises the stapler up-

John Smith's coworker extends a hand holding a stapler towards John Smith. John Smith blinks in shock, then scowls. Verraad isn't going to let himself get bogged down by an illusion of a long-ago time. He is the Godmodder, and-

The stapler smashes into the Godmodder's face.

Click to shrink...

STAPLED. The Godmodder takes a hit! Healing pulse!

It suddenly occurs to me that this is the reason I've been brought into this world.

——

"There's some sort of error! There must be! I've never seen such a huge factor of crystallized awesomeness coalesced into one spot in the universe!" - some nerd, upon the arrival of the grand duchess. The grand duchess is one of the many names of the heralded heroic anti-heroine "Scott but it's a girl", who is as much of a shitty OC as Sonichu (that is to say, not at all). She is my number one creation and the paragon of all that is holy in an otherwise bleak and empty reality-slash-fiction.

"My name is Scott but it's a girl Jest-Builder, and I'm here to kick bubblegum and chew your ass!" she yells out with a voice just high enough to be feminine, carrying behind it the perfect blend of all that is awesome. The recipe goes something like this: ½ of the abrasive side of the sponge, ½kg of concentrated mystique, a literal fuckton of stardust, a bunch of radioactive stuff, and seven tablespoons of chemical ex (not more and not less). This is the recipe used to create the perfect little ass-kicker.

As it occurs, the Godmodder is wearing a shirt that says "bubblegum".

Scott but it's a girl looks at the Godmodder, then at her fist, then at the Godmodder, and then at Terry Crews, who is behind the Godmodder and sucker punches him. The Godmodder feels all 12 million scoviles of old spice, new spice, and the spice of recent past, which is really just the spice of life, and feels his life churned out of him like spices from a shaker. The abilities of old spice, much like a certain other spice with supernatural properties, allows the old to become the new. Fairly simple, yet when combined with the shimmering properties of munchkinry, the now old action of the Godmodder being punched becomes new. It is simply an endless medley of sucker punches. The sucker is the Godmodder.

Scott but it's a girl insctively pulls out a brochure given to her by her father (which one will not be disclosed), How to Deal With Time Loops. She reads over it carefully, "huh"ing and "hmm"ing where appropriate. It goes a little like this: Do YOU have a time loop and you just don't diddly god damn know how how to deal with it?? ("Yes, in fact, I do! How did this guy inside the paper know that?") Well, then you are in the RIGHT PLACE! Simply apply Time-Away™! With our special patented formula, time wil, quite literally, slip out from within your grasp! Note that any side-effects, such as the infliction of chronic procrastination or falling into a comatose state are not the liability of Time-Away Inc. Yes, both are quite plausible - but if you need this product, you're probably desperate enough not to care regardless.

As such, she pulls out a bottle of the good ol' stuff, which carries with it the pleasant aroma of anxiety, specifically the kind you feel when you're slowly going insane, wasting your hours away idly lying on your couch with a pile of work right beside your nose. Of course, she wouldn't know that. She's too awesome to be irresponsible.

As the Godmodder slams against Terry Crews's impeccably muscular arm, practically bursting with manhood and vitriol, enough to make any man cry from envy, (I mean, really, it's like he's some sort of God. Have you seen the guy? He's like if Zeus was real. And not old. And black?) for the <ridiculous amount of time>th time, Scott but it's a girl applies Time-Away™ ever-so-gently. It runs down the Godmodder's head, trickles down his face, running beside his nose and into his mouth, which has been sucker punched enough to open like a door without hinges.

And then it all shatters beside them. Down and down time itself pours, into a million pieces. Each piece decides to go on its merry way, but then realizes there may be an infinite amount of its replicas - time as we know it, of course, can be infinitely long. As such, viewing itself as wholly mundane, it explodes, and leaves behind it space and space alone.

And thus they find themselves in space.

The Godmodder, tears pouring already from being exposed to the majestic yet ever-unreachable form of Terry Crews himself, looks around, and sees nothing. Stranded, he imagines. But stranded he is not, for he has a visitor.

"Pizza delivery!" an inconspicuous voice chimes.

The Godmodder, distracted and blinded by his own hubris, foolishly opens the door, like a fool opening a… door particularly made for fools to open.

But alas, there is no door. There is only Scott but it's a girl's fist, and fifty one-liners. In all her awesomeness, Scott but it's a girl always has at least fifty original one-liners prepared. You know, like any sane girl does, obviously. They go a little like this:

"Spell my name with abrasive!"


"Your breath smells like a mid-life crisis!"


"The reason there's a competition for 'most handsome man' but not 'least handsome man' is because you'd win every year!"


"Flex Seal Clear comes in five different flavors, each one customized for your taste buds!"


"Hitler's warming up your seat next to him, in Hell!"


"If you had a dog, I'd feel REALLY bad for the dog!"


"Apply directly to the forehead!"


"I'd make a joke about your seven evil exes, but that would mean you'd actually have to have any!"


"You're the reason people still clap when airplanes land!"


"Wuh oh, chili dogs!"


"You make misery itself look somewhat appealing!"


"If your life had a face, I wouldn't touch it, because god knows where you've been!"


"Capital b, capital v!"


"You look just as annoying as the Minions, but a thousand times less adorable!"


"You're the reason Puerto Rico isn't an official state!"


"I'm not starring ANY of your quips!"


"Meeting you is equatable to eating a chocolate chip cookie and finding out that the chips were raisins instead, AND THE BAKING POWDER WAS CYANIDE!"


"Insert quip here!"


"They should call you Modder, because even god would turn his back on you!"


"You're gonna have a Scott™ time!"


"City's breaking down on a camel's back!"


"You're a living shitpost!"


"I bet neither of your parents showed up to your birth!"


"Obey the new world order!"


"I'd say that it's time to face the music, but you probably don't even know what is, because you only listen to pre-recorded tapes of thousands of babies crying to fall asleep every single night!"


"Spoiler alert - Snape is the iceberg!


"When you look up the word 'cool' in the dictionary, the definition is NOT you!"


"Your closet probably houses several Dalmatian coats!"


"Turkey day!"


"Video games!"


"Your preferred habitat is the second page of Google search!"


"No, wait, it's actually the second page of Bing!"


"You're the reason torrented movies have annoying Spanish subtitles that you can't even switch off!"


"You're the reason people HAVE to torrent movies in the first place!"


"I've got 99 problems, and you're 98 of them - oh wait, I miscounted, I ONLY HAVE 98!"


"If you ever lost a duel, you'd probably refer to it as 'getting second place'!"


"I'd hate you even if you were my birth mother!"


"Vibe check!"


"You look like the human equivalent of a prune!"


"You're too slow!"


"You look like if Gollum and Sméagol were separate entities, and then had a baby, and THE BABY IS YOU!"


"Rubber baby buggy bumpers!"


"Me and myself, like the sun and the moon - title of your… uh, LIFE tape!"


"Your house is the reason Chernobyl is only the second most radioactive place on Earth!"


"You look like the sum total of an exponential series of garden gnomes!"


"Do let your kids try this - I'd know, because I'm a kid!"


"Property of Jest-Builder Inc!"


"To hell with you, effortless effigy!"


"I serve nothing but chaos, and ass-kickings, 24/7!"


"I'm Scott but it's a girl, and I'm not legally required to approve this message, but I'll do so anyway, because YOU SUCK!"


And it was such.

The Godmodder faced imminent destruction - or not. But at least Scott but it's a girl looked cool trying, and that's all that really mattered.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder takes a BIG OUCHIE from that! Healing pulse!

Frankly, after being so utterly destroyed, there's nothing the Godmodder can do but pick up his shattered ego and try to move on.

----------

Verraad smiles.

Verraad: An excellent start for you. But now... it's MY turn.

Godmodder Action 1: Verraad sends a thousand baseballs hurtling towards you! They smash through Pionoplayer's beautiful glass floor half, and the mirror/duct tape barrier is smashed to bits! But they stop enough baseballs for everyone to get out of the way!

Godmodder Action 2: Two meteors fall from heaven, and land on ThatRandomGuy and Crusher! Them and the two Players next to them in the Player List are slightly injured!

Godmodder Action 3: The Godmodder focuses. +1 HP to himself!

Godmodder Action 4: Thought one time was enough? Too bad. The Godmodder focuses again. +1 HP to himself!

Godmodder Action 5: The Godmodder prepares a house for his - HONK!

What? The Godmodder glances around. He sees a horrible goose behind him.

HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!

The Godmodder can't think! He covers its ears, but the goose slaps him with his beak! ARGH! No choice but to cancel the attack! The goose wanders away for more mischief...

Player Action 1: The Godmodder uses WAVE PULSE! The glass floor shakes, ripples... no, not just ripples! An entire wave rises up and begins coming right for you! Most of the Players panic and get out of the way, but DanganMachin, Eyowe, Daskter, ExoSkeletal, and Winkins are caught! The wave shatters into a hundred glass shards, piercing their skin! All Players hit are Slightly Injured!

Player Action 2: The Godmodder Focuses one final time. +1 HP to himself!

Player Action 3: Verraad smiles. Here we go. HERE we go.

COMBAT OPERANDI TIER 1: QUADRUPLE THE FUN

Verraad focuses. You see energy gathering... Energy from all Reality! Its concentrating, concentrating...! Its...

Verraad begins to widen! Is he getting fatter? Wait, hang on, his face is warping! Its like a really wide face... wait... hold on, is he growing new arms in the middle of his body!? Wait... no... he's SPLITTING IN TWO!

Wait... not two... no... they're splitting again!

VERRAAD SPLITS INTO FOUR!

Together they all laugh, and rapidly move to different parts of the field! Occasionally, they blink and switch places! You can't tell which is the original! It wasn't an attack! It was a major powerup!

Alastair flies at the clones, shrouded in a red barrier! He manages to deal 1 damage to two different clones before they throw him off!

"Fake" Verraads have 3 HP, but they won't look different than the "main" Godmodder! Once you've dealt 3 HP of damage, they'll disappear! If you kill them, then Player Shenanigans Power will increase! But if you don't kill them, each has 3 very real actions every turn! When all 3 are alive, they more than double the number of actions Verraad takes each turn!

Find which Verraad is real, and eliminate the fakes!

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Several new Players seem to have joined your unit... you sort of recognize them, from... that's right! The Honorary Hall of Players, from Earth! They were important members of major Player groups from the past who were able to defeat past Godmodders! They were dead, but with God out of the way, their souls must have escaped heaven and followed you here! And now, they're ready for one final fight...

CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 100%
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal(slightly injured!)
[AG]DragonOfHope
[AG]Daskter(slightly injured!)
[AG]Eyowe(slightly injured!)
[AG]Strider
[AG]Gnich(slightly injured!)
[AG]Crusher(slightly injured!)
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci(slightly injured!)
[AG]DanganMachin(slightly injured!)
[AG]Captain.cat
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)
[AG]Eternalstruggle(slightly injured!)
[AG]ThatRandomGuy(slightly injured!)
[AG]Alastair Dragovich(slightly injured!)
[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(slightly injured!)
[AG]The_Two_Eternities
[AG]Torix (protected by Spectral Armor!)
[AG]Scott But Its a Girl(TwinBuilder + Victory by Ablation)
[AG]pope

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Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 2!
Slightly Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 9!

Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 2!
Slightly Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 9!

Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 2!
Slightly Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 9!

Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 2!
Slightly Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 9!
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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.

 

[JOEbobobob]

[1x]

The Godmodder conjures a grindbot. It automatically grinds at the grindstone, grinding down the key to the appropriate size within a measly .3 seconds. Easy peasy. He's so glad he has these powers.

Click to shrink...

the Grindstone needs to be turned by hand, by the Godmodder.

Click to shrink...

As the Godmodder didn't turn the Grindstone by hand, he obviously triggered the 'IFF he tries to escape' clause - And since he didn't counter my attack, The Rocks obviously must have hit him- this having been what happened in the past when he doesn't actually counter an attack.
this is targetted at his GM hp, to be clear- and since this attack happened Before the combat oparadi, it logically must have hit the original.

[1x] I rapidly-by-which-I-mean-instantly construct a small restaurant with free samples for the meal. The finishing touch, a fraction of a second later, is a sign on the restaurant:

JOE's Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice Shop
First Come, First Serve
No Exceptions​

As it happens, the position in which I constructed the restaurant leaves one player a mere tiny fraction of a second from reaching the door from their prior movement- and thus being the first to arrive. As well, the prices for elixirs are outrageous- seven actions of debt for one tiny bottle of juice? And it doesn't even have anything accounting for action strength- though that's forgivable enough, seeing as it's obviously intended only to cater to, you know, players, not entities or Godmodders. And... there's only one free sample in the sample tray. probably because the player doesn't actually have enough actions to heal more then one person. Scammer, using the price being payed directly to heal the payee- Despicable.
The Godmodder, of course, notices this all instantly. There's very little time for him to react- nowhere near enough to use the godmodding-powered wide-range observation-focused scry he's been known to make use- But he knows that if he beats the player (it's, lets say... [INJURED PLAYERNAME TO COME AFTER EDITTING TO COMPLY WITH NEXT DOP (at the time i write this no players are injured)]) into the door, JOE will have to do what the sign says! It would be false advertising to privilege someone else with the free sample if the Godmodder makes it to the door first. The sign even says 'No Exceptions', in bold! JOE probably thinks it'll help resolve arguments if he goes by strict time ordering, hmpf, hmpf.
In short, the Godmodder has very little time indeed to think about things, and has to quickly make a choice- to either enter the restaurant to steal the healing, or hang back in fear of a trap.
>Enter the Restaurant

Spoiler

The Godmodder rapidly soars through the not-air, entering the restaurant mere instants before [injured playername]! Arriving directly in front of JOE (who is staffing the shop with a name tag which says 'My Name is: JOE' and has a 0.10155 millimeter slant off from perfectly straight, something JOE seems to consider amusing), The Godmodder interrupts JOE's welcoming shpeil before he can toss in a tutorial/introduction and Demands JOE give him the free sample, and is rewarded with...
A Blank Look.
"...Why exactly should I give you a free sample?"
The Godmodder points to the sign.
"Yes, it does say 'First Come, First Serve', but, As I was about to explain, store policy is tha-"
The Godmodder points at the No Exceptions, explaining that JOE has to comply because there are no exceptions.
"Well, yes. There are no exceptions. As such-"
The Godmodder ignores JOE(or maybe he stops to listen. it doesn't matter at this point. I'll assume he does, but if he doesn't then the possibilities reconverge right after the Godmodder figures out the trap), walking over to the tiny glass bowl with a single serving of JOE's Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice in it. While he does this, JOE continues talking.
"-you will have to comply with store policy, which you have expressed support of. to be more precise with my explanation, I should clarify that-"
The Godmodder picks up the bowl, heading over to one of the little restaurant chairs. or maybe he just picks it up and lifts it to his mouth. regardless...
"-as the first to come, policy is that you will be the first to Serve"
The Godmodder freezes in confusion. huh? Of course, with his limited intellect which is nonetheless rather accelerated and of notable size (which he likes to Pretend is limitless), he figures it out, his frozen position switching from being because of confusion to Horror. Ignoring his comprehension and talking either to him or reality or just to hear himself talk (he really seems to like the sound of his own voice), JOE continues in a lecturing tone:
"Normally, when one reads a sign by a store, it would read 'First come, first served', indicating the store will service the first to arrive. It has to be 'Served', as otherwise it would indicate the first people to enter the restaurant..."
compelled by the rules he himself just tried to enforce, the Godmodder rises from his seat / lowers the bowl from his mouth, and...
"Will unexpectedly find themselves working there."
...walks over to stand next to the door, offering samples to whichever player happens to approach- maybe [injured playername], but they might have turned around once they registered the presence of a resteraunt.
"And there are, after all, No Exceptions."
From here, descriptions of what the Godmodder tries to do are Assumptions. On the other hand, descriptions of what he physically does are not.
Mentally, the Godmodder struggles (probably) against the Rule. It's fruitless, though. He poured his own authority on a conceptual level into the rule, First Come, First Serve. And even beyond that, he enforced that there are No Exceptions. He didn't notice the mistake he was making, of course, but... It's too late. Weighing down on him is his own power with a thread of mine. Rational debate drones on in the background, explaining the history of this little trick of phrasing (without ever calling it that, of course. It's not a trick, no sirree steve!), dictating the terms implicitly required. Still, the Godmodder doesn't struggle too hard (probably) mentally. He has time- nobody has walked into the shop yet, and he has until then before there can be a mistake.
"John, what are you standing there for? The morning rush starts in just three minutes! Come on, you'll need to hurry to prepare enough patented Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice for the day."
Unwillingly, the Godmodder walks over to a small cooler in the corner. It has a lot of ingredients, but most of them are rotten- There's no way he can make player injury healing elixir juice with these! The Godmodder stops for a moment, before JOEs voice echos through his mind (apparently the store policy agreement is enchanted):
"section 8.3a, cooking: Workers, Interns, and chefs are obligated to provide resources for Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice if they fail to report the insufficient ingredients at least one hour in advance."
The Godmodder has a thought. If he just-"Section 8.3c, Quality Assurance. If a worker, intern, chef, or other service staff fails to provide Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice meeting store standards, they must serve additional hours at the discretion of the store manager." No dice. Of course, even as those words were playing out, the Godmodders body was working on autopilot, conjuring, chopping, mixing, and enchanting ingredients with his Godmodding powers at a rate that might make mortal men envious. Whatever the 'Morning Rush' is, he doesn't want to underprepare for it... It's subtle, but he can tell from his minutes of experience dealing with JOEbobs (more then nearly anybody except the surviving Arbiter has, probably : P ) that section 8.3c also covers failing to provide Any, or enough, Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice- it would be a failure to provide the juice. Probably another section which specifies, too...
At any rate, the Godmodder prepares for three minutes. At lightning speed he tries to spot loopholes probably, but Store Policy is labyrinthine, nested, couched in legal language at random intervals, covers some things only through implication which are later taken for granted, and... it seems to be Growing. Not only that, but: "Section 1.1. Any additions or changes to store policy are retroactive and apply to all employees or workers at the store" (1.1a: Employees cannot exit the premises during store hours or preparation time.)- As long as the Godmodder is technically a worker, JOE can plug holes, and the definition for worker is 'first non-employee to enter the restaurant' (non-employee, since JOE is an employee. The Godmodder doesn't want to push for retroactive employeehood, though- he's looked through a few bits of the Employee Ruleset (which starts at Section 13.0y, as it happens) and they get treated way worse unless they are literally JOE.) with a dozen sub-clauses defining enter, non-employee, restaurant... and so on.
"John, remember to serve them with a smile! in the service industry, your smile is like your resume, after all! Oh, and make sure you've got enough juice for the free samples- but no swiping any! That's company property!"
Then, the morning rush starts. And it is a Rush! the doorway flickers like a mirrage before shifting appearance rapidly,players rapidly flying through it (as it turns out a portal rapidly approached them while they were blinking), and the Godmodder has to approach politely and offer them Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice- Turns out there are as many free samples as there is products, and the Godmodder just had to spend 3 minutes making the product. Luckily, he can use his Godmodding Powers to move at superspeed to hold up the bowl without letting it fall while continuing to prepare juice- He's barely keeping up as it is, and if he has to wait politely for the players dullard brains to respond he'd definitely fail to fulfil section 8.3c.
I'm going to skip the rest of the description, because I think most of the potentially amusing parts- and the jist- have already been explained. so...:
By the end of his shift, the Godmodder is- not exhausted, but definitely a little weary. With a start, he realizes he spent an entire action working at the store- That explains how so many players got healed,too... Darn it, he thinks. probably.

SUMMARY: Steal a Godmodder Action and heal a bunch of injured players. annoy the Godmodder.

>Hang Back and Watch

Spoiler

The Godmodder Hangs back. [INJURED PLAYERNAME TO COME AFTER EDITTING TO COMPLY WITH NEXT DOP (at the time i write this no players are injured)] walks into the store, and quickly downs the free sample, glowing with healing energies. They then decide to stick around for a bit and help JOE cook for a while, not expending any actions but having a jolly old time. after a while, they part ways, JOE continuing to manage his shop, the other person doing whatever it is they do. a warbling energy distortion moves around and eats players, then spits them out, disgruntled. whatever. not important; JOE doesn't accomplish anything other then healing like, one person other then [INJURED PLAYERNAME TO COME AFTER EDITTING TO COMPLY WITH NEXT DOP (at the time i write this no players are injured)] (who turns out to actually be named [INJURED PLAYERNAME TO COME AFTER EDITTING TO COMPLY WITH NEXT DOP (at the time i write this no players are injured)] and not be an injured player, but to function like a player because they're sorta metaphysically JOE), who got a free sample.
SUMMARY: heal like one random injured player.

[1x] not having any more good ideas for my third action, and knowing more actions hardly affects shenanigans at all, I spend this third action on giving my second body a bazzillion time-warped years to grow itself into a true power just in case I die despite my goodness at not dying. Also, the second body gets a core of consolidated player energy stored in a special compartment for emergencies.

 

[EternalStruggle]

"This isn't working." ES grimly says, slightly burnt by the fire of a meteor before he spends his first two actions healing himself. "His HP is going up faster than it's going down, and our first turn was probably our best shot. Things just get worse from now on."

"I mean, if we knew which one was which it'd help, but we need more DPS, and that'd require scouting. Of course, if we could scout and DPS at the same time-"

He paused, then turned to Amelia. "Get my the Lyrans on the phone. Yes I know they'll only exist for this attack, we can take care of that next turn!"

This week on The Adventures of Steiner Assault Scout Squad:

<Attention, attention!> Out from seemingly nowhere, a 100 ton giant mecha appears, falling from above. <We need to identify the Godmodder immediately!>

<Frederich One reporting, suggest we attempt to stealthily eliminate a decoy to try to narrow search field.> Suddenly, one of the Verraad's gets blown up by a giant cannon shell coming from behind. <Ordnance delivered with precision and subtlety.>

<Frederich Two here, identification is progressing smoothly. However, I am approaching dangerously close to the enemy.> A third giant mech slams into the same Godmodder from above, delivering the People's Elbow in the process. <I do not believe I was noticed!>

<Frederich Three present, to further identification window I am slowing my dissent with all means.> A cavalcade of cannon shells, lasers, and missiles then crashes into the same Godmodder once again, appearing out of utter secrecy, practical invisibility. <Ah, yes, I can see properly now. Resuming scouting operations.>

<Well done all! If we keep up this level of scouting, we are sure to be honoured by the Archon herself! Continue with Operation Invisible Spying at your discretion. Command out.>

 

[pionoplayer]

Action 1: I boop a godmodder's snoot.
This doesn't do much except make the Godmodder's head jump back in mild confusion

Action 2: Until the obligatory head recoil action results in him sending his head back too far.
Wait, he's still flying backwards, someone has tampered with the momentum values in the Godmodder's code!
He goes sailing backwards until he hits his head on a rock and dies tragically.

Action 3: Piono summons up another one-way floor in the way of Verraad's assault. This time it's a disco pad. The flashing lights threaten to give the Godmodder a seizure.

 

[Torix]

Two clones should be at 2/3 HP. They got hit by Alastair.

[FOCUS] - Anti-Focus, Part 1
"Hey, anyone who wants this to work should try and help here! This is gonna be... REALLY shenanigan-y to pull off!" With that out of the way, lets begin.

To start with, I realize what the Godmodder is doing here - he's utilizing FOCUS, an ability from the game Hollow Knight to heal himself for one point of health, which would be a mask in that game... bus that's not important. What is important is the fact that FOCUS requires SOUL... and has a maximum on how much it can contain.

Even with the Godmodder's fully upgraded Soul Meter and Vessels, allowing for a maximum of 6 healing actions when fully filled, the main problem is that as of right now, the Godmodder is at 3 HP from 0, meaning he's got three heal actions left... And can get more by attacking Players.

Therefore, the answer is simple. I drain the Godmodder's Soul Meter, making him unable to use the Soul he acquired for healing as it drains into a non-existent state. Now, we just need to prevent him from getting enough to heal again!

Summary - Apply video game logic from Hollow Knight to determine how the Godmodder heals. Drain the supply of Soul he uses to prevent healing. Wait for chain-posting (hopefully) to either make this better or add on further effects to prevent the Godmodder from regaining his Soul Meter charge.

 

[That-Random-Guy]

1 action: heal the wounds et cetera, et cetera . . . THROUGH THE POWER OF THE RED CROSS

2 action, 3 action, red action, blue action: by the power of my famous self-duplication capacity, and by the power of being a flying brick, a CALAMITOUS CONSTRUCTION CASCADE is prepared . . . it'll drop on John when he first attempts that requires focus on something other than the aforementioned swarm of flying bricks, such as, say, healing.

 

[Bill Nye]

Well... This isn't working!
We just have to keep trying!

Action 1-3: After taking about 4-5 minutes in recovering for the college mishap, We see that there are 4 Verraad's now. We randomly decide to go after the first Verraad on the list. I charge at him and spawn in a yellow gun which Justice makes a physical appearance out of our body and fires, Knowing that Verraad will dodge that one cuz it's so obvious that he will, Bravery gets a physical body and punches the crap out of Verraad. Perseverance comes out as well and throws his book which turns into spiders which turns out to be Papyrus inserting Spaghetti into his veins. The spaghetti is poisoned with a deadly virus of "Taking some damage you hecker". Lastly, Determination also comes out and performs a massive combo on all angles which ends with me walking in and throwing a bone at the godmodder. what? i am trying to give him a bone because he is so bone-ly. hah! good one me! then i leave shortly after

Meanwhile, Back in Shadrix's ship

Alright Kirby, I managed to get the ship ready to leave. Any updates?
Well sir, there seem to be more players than before. like WAY more.

Shadrix looks at the viewing hud and notices them.

Yeah.... I do notice them... why are they here now? Its not like-

He freezes. He has a look of realization on his face. He looks at Bill, then at Scott but its a girl. then to all the other players.

Sir? Are you ok?
Kirby? it's time...
Time for what?
I'm coming in. Set a course for the battlefield.

Kirby does as instructed and the ship blasts off. Shadrix sits in his main chair and presses a button on the armchair. The button looks like a suit with many colorful dots in the middle. 7 of them to be precise. After the button has been pressed, The suit comes flying in and opens up. The suit flies on him and closes up. The chest opens up to reveal 8 slots. The 8th slot is already been taken. It's a slot for the Master Emerald. The Master Emerald glows, calling out to the chaos emeralds. The 7 chaos emeralds fly in and go into the 7 slots. The suit glows with energy and Shadrix's eyes have a shine of rainbow as he smugs.

 

[Ranger_Strider_]

FOCUS! ALL THAT IS NEEDED:
I fire mah lazers. This meme is so frequently memed, that even the Godmodder and copies roll their eyes. They likely just handwave the lazer away and deflect it elsewhere. What they didn't see wes the bullet hiding in the lazer, piercing one of their defenses, and damaging them.
IS A BULLET FROM A GUN!

 

[GoldHero101]

I throw on my new Stormdancer's Brace... "This looks really freaking coooool."

3 ACTION FOCUS - STORMTRANCE: "Guardian me! I need a Stormtrance!" Stormtrance lands right on me, and I smirk. "Y'know, this exotic makes me more juicy the more enemies I kill, and we're in a void with many Taken. This isn't going to end well for you!" I zap up a bunch of conveniently placed taken, do a Stormtrance Teleport behind the group of "John's", and blast them with SITH LIGHTNING! "Y'know, having UNLIMITED POWER is really cool." I wink, causing a mini calamity of Unlimited Power memes to wash over the battlefield. "Ahhh... Stormtrance, what a fine lady you are."

 

[Exoskeletal65]

"This is getting out of hand... now there are four of them!"

All actions:
Comboing off of Gold's Stormtrance, I produce an arc staff and deliver a series of followup attacks on every version of the godmodder he hit, using Gold's ambient lightning to empower myself.

"Arc boys rise up!"

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

I take a look at what Torix is doing and get an idea. I take a HUUGGGGEEE step and-

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Action Summary:

Okay, I'm here. But I need to be elsewhere. Since the next step usually wuold be the UPDATE.... I take ANOTHER step and-

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...Not what I was thinking, but close enough. I dig into the mechanics a bit and find what I'm looking for.

The Godmodder's Curse of Repetition. I proceed to drag it with me BACK to my post-

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Action Summary:

Okay, just a bit more-

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-THERE WE GO. I proceed to modify it. There.

Now John Smith, Verraad the Godmodder, can be hit with the Curse of Repetition!

And for good measure I stick it to Torix's Soul drain, meaning it's even verified by the current Godmodder himself! If he tries to heal... well, it won't be pretty.

 

[Crusher48]

Action 1: I use high-powered Starsight to analyze the molecular composition of all four Verraads to determine which ones are damaged. Also, unless they have the exact same molecular composition as the real deal, it should reveal which of them are clones and which one is real.

Then, since the duplicates probably don't have full Souls and thus there's no Manipulation Boundary around them, I use direct telekinesis to mulch the internals of one of the clones (or one of them picked randomly if I can't figure out which one is a clone), causing severe instant damage to it.

Action 3: Hey, I stole Amara's Siren powers from the Borderlands universe!

How did you-

I tricked one of the Sirens into passing their powers down to me when they died, then waited for them to die. Turns out that Amara basically can't die in combat, but got killed by accidentally kicking an explosive barrel.

Doesn't that mess up their whole universe?

Don't worry, she got better due to the New-U technology. Plus, when you think about it, the Borderlands universe is actually a mess of parallel universes anyways.

Now, I'd like a gun.

Here's the Gamma Cannon. It's a legendary Maliwan weapon that fires a massive piercing beam of gamma radiation, and can switch to a piercing fire beam that causes any irradiated targets hit by it to detonate.

And you can also have my four drone plasma pistols. Which are apparently corrosive weapons now because they're green.

I mean, plasma is particularly effective against armor of the Thermal Alloy variation, just like other corrosion elemental weapons.

After optimizing my version of Amara's powers, it's time to attack. I start by using Phasegrasp on the real Verraad (or a random one if the identify of the true Verraad has not been established), briefly incapacitating him. This effect is augmented in two ways. Firstly, the effect chains to all nearby enemies, grabbing the other three Verraads as well. Secondly, with Ties That Bind, a portion of all inflicted damage is shared between all targets.

I teleport into an optimal position, letting me line up to pierce through two Verraads at once. Unfortunately, the Verraads were smart enough to split up to prevent me from lining up a shot through all four of them. I fix this with a quick secondary portal, redirecting the beam after it passes through the first two Verraads and putting it on a line to pierce through the other two.

Then, I fire the beam in radiation mode, irradiating all four Verraads. All four of them now take damage over time, and share that damage over time with each other, which is all shared through the Ties That Bind augment, inflicting massive damage.

But wait, there's more! Because of a modification I made to the phasegrasp effect, after each impact with a phasegrasped target, secondary projectiles will be created that ricochet into other Verraads. These projectiles themselves have a good chance of ricocheting again after they impact another Verraad, and the result is projectiles flying everywhere causing additional damage to all four of them.

Then, just before the phasegrasp is set to expire, I switch the Gamma Cannon to fire to detonate all of the Verraads, causing an explosive chain reaction that causes even more damage.

The only good news for Verraad(s) is that the Gamma Cannon consumes an insane amount of ammo, so I just emptied my Assault Rifle ammo supply (why is a laser weapon using assault rifle ammo? I don't know, probably something about trying to make all ammo compatible for all weapon types or something). So, I'm not goign to be able to shoot them anymore.

Wait. I have telekinetically-operated drone pistols, and they've been charging up a shot for the whole duration of my beam barrage against the Godmodders. Each plasma pistol aims at one of the Verraads and fires a final parting shot.

Action 3: I start analyzing stolen New-U blueprints alongside existing resurrection technology and the current situation to figure out whether we've got a way to resurrect everyone now.

 

[Karpinskaya]

I grab one of the Verraads and hook him up to a brand new Karpinsky-Brand Video Player, which allows you to relive the video through the power of Karp-O-Vision! Anything that happens to you, you experience, up to and including death! For this reason, the Karpinsky-Brand Video Player is banned in almost every Plane, and everywhere on Earth into the bargain (except Texas. Texas be crazy).

The video opens on a loading screen. A voice starts talking in a slightly annoying tone:

"Hey, guys, Karpinsky here. Today I'm going to be speedrunning Defeat the Godmodder."

The loading screen transitions to a view of the HEXAGONAFIELD. Verraad realizes he's seeing the video from his own perspective.

"So right from the start you're going to build up input lag while the initial HEXAGONAFIELD is loading in, then backwards long jump to the northern edge of the playable area."

One of the players rockets away from Verraad at top speeds, heading due north.

"You'll clip out fairly easily, but you need to keep going until you die. To save space, the Bank of Actions and Last Stand are on the same map as the HEXAGONAFIELD, and the death barrier surrounding the Bank sends you straight to the Breaking Bad sidequest."

A few minutes later, Verraad feels the telltale rush of a player dying. He gains a 15% speedboost from the player's death.

"Once you spawn in your cell, you need to abuse the infinite bread inventory glitch to clip out of bounds. This time, all you have to do is fall straight down. Once you hit ground, run west until you hit the Ruins. All the sidequests load on the same map, again to save space, so you use the bread again to clip in and grab the Soul Weakness tablet. This trips the flag and sends you straight to the final fight: Verraad at 1 HP."

Verraad is momentarily distracted by the other players attacking him, but manages to hear "Soul Weakness tablet" right before the whole game warps and he's forcibly moved to the final boss area. The pain of 299 hit points of damage at once nearly overwhelms him.

"Normally you'd have to use trial and error at this point, but the devs were lazy and there are only five potential Soul Weaknesses: cubicles, tape measures, red staplers, yardsticks, and squid. You'll be able to tell from the two letters on the tablet which one of those it is."

Verraad sees the player check the Soul Weakness tablet, then charge up an attack. He moves to strike before the player can, but is interrupted by the voice.

"Two things trivialize the fight. First, the tribulations were skipped entirely, so Verraad has no divine powers or Descendancy and is stuck with one action per turn. Second, you're still technically in "prison mode," where your typical Player wound meter is replaced with a mental integrity bar that only lowers if you sleep. Verraad won't know that. So you use the Critical Soul Weakness and he just dies."

As Verraad just dies, he hears the voice say a few final words:

"Don't forget to like, subscribe, and click that notification bell for more great content!"

 

[Paradoxdragonpaci]

"oh dear, oh no there's 4 of them!!"

(x1)I invoke the sacred fig, and blast a Godmodder with Ducks, Goose and a few sharp PECKS, this of course is a distraction on the decoy which was meant to be distracted by my distraction while i figure out that it was a distraction for me by Verrad whom is distracted by reading this post as he gets violently shanked by a tanto knife...

(x1) meanwhile another Verrad is treated to a dance by another me, who grants a wild waltz with the Godmodder, unfortunately, microtranslations happened and the sauce of days invaded this waltz and possessed the Godmodder, forcing me to murder him with my Grenade Launcher i pulled out of my pocket.

(x1) Space bends, and now another Verrad is Pink, he's also the elephant in the room, thus he's now a pink elephant which means he's now unforgettable, because you can't forget pink elephants. Except of course, they exist purely in the Mind which now Verrad is, i now proceed to "escort" him to the Hallway of Cursedposting and i throw him inside.After a metaphorical Eternity, i open back the door and the Godmodder escapes, panting for his breath after witnessing unspeakable horrors both of form and function. He then is thus vulnerable to the anvil and Pianos dropping onto him.

 

[Gnich]

Focus: big mistake

A bunch of copies of me start to appear behind me. Next, they utilize flash step to get around the one of the godmodder (copy or not), specifically, the third one. They put down spikes. The godmodder steps over them. They send bombs at him, he blows them back with a leaf blower, and the spikes that still have chunks of the ground they cling onto also followed. The clones then gathered in the direction that the godmodder sent them in, but being the bullshit that he is, sent them in as curve objects as they span around towards me. The clones then rushed towards my location, and end up being pummeled to death by the barrage of debris. The godmodder sends a very smug emoji face, which i receive with utmost grace in my partial failure of that action. John narrows his eyes at me, catching onto my face's unsaid statement of partial failure. He takes a look around, to his left, right, behind his back, in front, up, down, even inside himself, but finds nothing. Then, a hand reaches from behind him to grasp onto his left shoulder, but the godmodder is fast to react as he grasps the wrist of the hand. "I EXPE--". Another hand reaches for his other shoulder, but is grasped by the same hand that grasped the other hand. "I ALSO EXPECT--". A hand reaches to slap his bum, but is held by the toes of the godmodder. " I ALS--". A punch tries to find itself in the godmodder's face, but is stopped by his moving locks of hair. "I" A smack is heard as multiple hands try to grapple onto his body, but are instead caught. "EXPECTED" A punch is deflected off his groin as some of his clothes rearrange themselves to show metal. " IT ALLL--......" Verraad stops talking suddenly, and his face is looking very very pale. A hand is cocked to punch but different from the other attempts, is that this one's origin can be traced to the main in red dressing of a cardinal, and he announces. "NO ONE" The hand moves further back. "EXPECTS" The godmooder tries to block it, but is stopped by all the other hands that have grabbed onto any possible limb ever, including his tongue. "THE" His hand stops as grinding noises are heard coming from the inside of his fist. "SPANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII----" visions of genocide and war rage across the godmodders eyes, as if its a black and white movie that is reeling in front of his eye--- .... For anyone around us, they can see an image of me sliding a film across the godmodder's eyes very quickly.... VERY quickly....*cough, Let's get back to the schedule. The cardinal extends the I, until his face is red, and throat is hoarse. Ending at an "sh" He takes a deep breathe, and RELEASES "INQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII---" The time the punch takes to reach the godmodder's face is expressed in the shout. As it gathers up so much momentum and speed from how long it took to accelerate, that it just FLASHES into the face of the godmodder. "IIIISSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITIIIOOOONNN" The punch is so powerful, that it sent the godmodder reeling back, stumbling into some of the debris left from my clones, and trips, ending flat on his back, on the ground.

The cardinal pants harshly before gathering himself to face me. I pass him some gold that goes into a hidden pocket of his.
" Thank you for calling upon our services.-----" (continued by GM, if he wants)

 

[Krill13]

Eyowe pulls out what seems to be a part of a plant characterized by a long stalk ending with a cylindrical bulb at its end. The Godmodder and his fakes see this and are immediately overcome with the desire to bite it. Yep, it seems to be a Godmoddernip. The Godmodder and his fakes all bump their heads into each other as they all leap for the Godmoddernip. A bit of them attempting to bite into the nip like piranhas below a meal being hanged above water later, an unspecified one, fake or real, gets to it and bites it.

...whoops, that wasn't Godmoddernip. It's actually Godmoddernip's look-alike that's actually bad for Godmodders, Godmoddersbane. The Godmodder that bit into it begins coughing the entirety of Bohemian Rhapsody. That's not good for their throat.

 

[WHM Sukamia]

I attack the third Godmodder on the list by hugging them, but while they were distracted by that I stab them in the back. Then, while they are distracted by that as well, I put poison in their mouth and force them to swallow it.