Defeat The Godmodder

[Paradoxdragonpaci]

(x3)I create a comfy chair and relax...this is nice.
But all good things must come to an end.After this Treatment, I pester the Temporal Guardian to let me back to the Battlefield, if The Restorer protests...I give her another chocolate bar as symbol of my thanks.

 

[Ranger_Strider_]

I pop the lollipop into my own mouth. I couldn't send an innocent child to the final battle! Verraad would kill her! So instead I conjure up a handful of lollipops of various flavors. I then hand them to the kid. Keep safe now kid. I gotta go and fight the good fight. I'll come back and get you some more if you can just be patient for a little while longer.

 

[Exoskeletal65]

All actions:
My skeleton threatens to kill me, huh? Well, the joke's on it! I'm Exoskeletal, aren't I? I simply shed my old exoskeleton, leaving it to do its thing as it pleases, and begin the process of growing a new exoskeleton. I'll be a little creepily fleshy for a while, but it's a small price to pay.

 

[Gnich]

If the manta ray is from my profile picture, and i am under the ocean, there is only some things to do.

Similar to that one game, the manta ray begins to circle around me, with both of its head looking at me. I stare at the thing, and bereft of my player powers, I reach out to it. One of the head looks at the offered hand, before the creature starts to drift away, going underneath me.

I felt somewhat betrayed, and was about ready to tear up, when i felt a tug behind my back. The manta ray came back up to chomp on my clothes and dragging me down into the depths with it.

I struggled to try and get out of its strong jaws, but the fight died down in me, as i saw that the darkness kept growing more familiar. Surprisingly, going deeper did not put pressure on me, only lessened it.

After who knows how long, i popped out of the blackness, into the field again, with all of the other players and the godmodder.

i looked up to see only inky blackness, and see if i can light an incense for the creature.

 

[DanganMachin]

''If I really did it, why is there no evidence ?''

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

Alastair Dragovich You are a child again. Everything is easy. Everything is simple. Perhaps the Godmodder could be killed... just like that. You spend time with your family, days passing by in a moment... do you... want this to end...?

Click to shrink...

I feel the sun on my face and a smile in my Heart. I am able to have innocent moments and experiences that make up for.... for what?

I'm not sure. But despite feeling an odd coldness, I feel so much more lighthearted. I don't care nor do I have to.

I'm with my family ag- With my family.

What's so wrong with that?

...

But... something feels wrong.

I feel something deep within me. Something dark and angry and hurting. I talk to my mom and grandmother about it. They comfort me.

But the darkness does not abate, until suddenly it does.

As does all willfullness. I just want to go with the flow now. No complaints from me...

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Meanwhile, on the battlefield, there sits the Pure Cleric. She waits idly by to help John Smith's Resolve or to heal him. However, there's no thoughts in her mind about the upcoming omnicide or the crimes the Godmodder committed. None at all.

There is, however, a different, more awkward set of thoughts on her mind. A player, amidst the crowd, who seemed to have put on shades just to act cool towards her and flirt. It was bizarre. Why would anyone care about her with her helping the Godmodder? And furthermore...

She covered her face as she fought off a blush. She never figured herself to be affected so much by something so corny. Granted, that may have to do more with the fact that she doesn't think about herself much at all. Her single sole drive is to heal after all. Not much room elsewhere for things like self.

However, that's when she felt something peculiar. Nothing affecting her negatively, but suddenly, she felt a lot more willful. A lot more... negative.

No. She was feeling the feelings of someone else. She was connected to someone.

John? No, it wasn't smug and overconfident and laden with insecurity underneath it all.

From there, the silence is almost deafening. Until it wasn't.

"Pure Cleric, we need to talk."

She looked, but she saw nothing. But not all status effects were visible, so she closed her eyes...

And saw two figures.

Both looked like the Player. But they way they held themselves were so unlike the bright, doofy player she caught glimpses of. One was slightly hunched, glaring and looking hurt. Her instincts were confused, for they both screamed that he was to be healed... and that he was the malignance that she was meant to destroy and prevent. Sort of like that dangerous bad boy who, deep down, wasn't all bad... but still was pretty bad on the surface.

The other stood straight, and was cold and aloof. There was nothing in him. He was nothing, almost. Nothing except one defining trait that showed through his fierce, hawklike gaze. The gaze of somone stuck to a task, and determined to see it through.

Because she had missed out on Straxala and Alastair, Seeker of Darknesses' entire condensed character arc, and was not versed in KH at all except for status ailments (up to and including Norting- nasty little case of Heart Parasitism) she was completely lost.

Straixala spoke up again.

"Pure Cleric... Alastair Dragovich needs your help."

She blinks. Then she tilts her head.

"You.. want me to help your Player?"

SoD spoke up.

"Yes! Geez, you're just going to turn us down, aren't you, because you side with the Godmo- Sorry, that John Smith jackass. "

"N-no, I'll help you! I was just surprised!"

The two stood there, almost in surprised. Straixala recovered first.

"But of course. Your description was that you held no sin, save for siding with the Godmodder. You don't hold anything against the Players."

She nodded, but then frowned.

"Wasn't he sent into a personal challenge, though? Then what seems to be the problem?"

"He won't get off his lazy ass! He's supposed to be stopping this Genocidal lunatic, and yet he's being lazy and fuckng about! Normally I'm all about that, but I'm much angrier at the Godmodder, and it seems to be the Light shit and I can't even comprehend-"

He feels a hand rest on his shoulder. It was Straixala's, who points to the Pure Cleric, whose mind was now racing furiously. Her determination and will was just as strong as Straixala's, if not stronger for being focused to a single point and drive.

"I'll need to double check, but I have a few ideas. Give me a moment."

She focuses, and the connection she is in transports her to the scene. The scene of someone so utterly entranced and lifelessly following in the footsteps of loved ones. She looked him over once, then turned to the two look alikes that she, correctly, presumed were elements of his subconscious.

"Well, assuming you reuinite with him, he should actually beat this on his own," she answers honestly. "I could speed the process along, but if I do, that would probably lead to his Actions being wasted. It's for the best to just let this one play out."

"Are you sure?" Straixala asked with a burning intensity.

The Pure Cleric stared back with a certainty so strong it didn't need to be clad in iron. "Certain. It's just exhaustion, and if it's allowed to run its course in the post he'll choose to leave. Sure, there's elements of heartbreak, but while he acts like he's following along... once you remerge with him, he'll push the boundaries until he forces things to come to a head."

"Pretty smart about psychology for a freaking healer." SoD snaps.

"The mind has ailments too, same as anyone else." The Pure Cleric replied with a smile.

"...so this was just flavortext and therefore a colossal waste of time. Fuck."

For a moment, there was silence once more.

Then, SoD spoke up again.

"So, while we're here, I'm going to cut to the chase- why are you siding with the literally omnicidal git?"

"Huh?"

"The Godmodder known as John Smith also known as Verraad is going to destroy reality and try to make a new one in his image." Straixala supplied. "For one as determined to help and heal people, siding with someone with motivations such as that seem contradictory on the surface."

"Oh, is that all?" The Pure Cleric bounced on her feet a little. "It's because he needed my help. Nothing more."

"...ex-fucking-scuse me?" SoD said dumbly.

The Pure Cleric shrugged helplessly. "I don't have another reason? I heard his call for help, and so I came. I'm here to heal and prevent status effects. Why should I discriminate? He needs help. Who he is, what he does... that doesn't matter."

Another beat.

"Ha..."

"What's so funny?" Asks the Pure Cleric.

SoD thinks for a moment. "Once upon a time... he would have found it admirable. He would have found you admirable on all fronts, really. Lemme tell ya a story, first."

"So... he is a guy who has been trying to help out. That's all he wants. He works and works at it. He ain't perfect, but then who is? Perfect don't exist really.

"He's also helped out several enemies and villains. Not all of them were nice. In fact, most of them were scum of one sort or another. Mostly because he saw something in them, or thought it was the right thing, regardless of who they were. Sounds familiar, right?

"But one of them says something to him one day. He goes... I can't be assed to say it exactly, but it was like 'if you try to help everyone like this... it won't always work out.'

"So, along comes this one lunatic. Valla, I think her name is. Real nut about freedom. Might have wanted to help her, somehow...

"But... along the way, it became apparent how low she was going to go. For something called a Player lock. He noticed, amidst the chaos, but she stole the first item. So he had a dillema.

"He didn't say much at the time, but it was a real conflict. Because at the same time, everyone was in a real tight jam. fighting an army -and oh boy, what a whopper that was!

"So, help the dame, or help against the army. Now, he could have split his focus, and I'm guess that's what you would have done, right? I see that head bob.

"He chose to not help her. Either time he saw her."

The Pure Cleric looked taken aback. "What, but why!?"

"A smidge of righteousness... but the bigger truth was that he knew he couldn't help everyone. Look at yourself and ask- while the Godmodder's armies are raging... who many status effects are going about, you think?"

She paused. She hadn't thought about it, but with a Player vs Entity war...

"Too many."

"But you're here."

She found herself at a loss for words.

"Whether you realize it or not, you're picking and choosing too, on who to help. By helping this jerk, you're sticking to the moral high ground of not discriminating. Great job, but you ain't got the high ground when it comes to everyone else. You're helping their murderer inflict status worse than perma-death. Nonexistence." He waits until it sinks in. "You ain't perfect. And you may be pure in one way, but you're staining yourself black by helping the omnicidal maniac."

Straixala has already left. The Pure Cleric reaches out as SoD turns around.

"Wait, what are you saying!?"

"I'm saying, lady, that you're nice. But you've got a choice to make. Quit working for John over there... or stain your hands in everyone's blood just before you die forever. Give up the moral high ground, or give up the pretense of the moral high ground. I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which."

"...why are you helping me?"

"Honestly? To see you squirm for your shit," He says, his head turned towards her. "You reject your inner Darkness - any darkness in your heart. You'd be much better off not so pure."

And then he retreats, and the connection is cut.

Leaving her all alone with her thoughts.

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I wake up from a daze. What was that? That was a dream... that felt like a memory. Or was it a memory that felt like a dream?

"Like, is any of this for real, or not-"

And that's when I feel a cold chill come over me. From the depths of my heart, I remember a scene I know I hadn't watched here. Of Superman trapped by a Lotus Eater demon plant thing, saying.. saying...

I run to my Gran. She was always home, no matter what.

"Gran! Gran!" I cry out in tears, frightened by the premonition.

She turns and hugs me, putting down the laundry she was folding on the living room table. I hug her back, and we stay like that for a long while. Eventually, she asks me what's the matter. I stubbornly refuse. But she doesn't back down. She pries and pries.

'She should respect your right to privacy, shouldn't she?'

I banish the thought, and remember that when I do finally open up, I always feel better anyway. So I tell her about my fear of her not being real, along with my bro and Mom.

She pauses in thought, then asks me where I got the idea. Who told me that they weren't real.

No one, I answer, it just came to me. She smiled and laughed and hugged me again.

Oh my darling, she speaks, it's okay. I'm right here. I'm real.

After we get it out of our system, I go to play with my brother. We run around the yard endlessly. We smile and laugh.

'But the grass itched my feet.'

The curious cold thought stops me cold. This causes my brother to run into me. I turn to him, eyes wide with fear at an outburst.

But it doesn't come. Grateful, I move on.

It gets late. Really late. But that's okay, Mom always got home really late.

Always GETS home really late.

I wait. Gran doesn't seem to mind... but it's late, and I should be in bed. Why isn't she urging me on?

Is it because she knows me and Mom watch that one parody news show together at 12?

No, that doesn't happen yet.

Yet?

Why am I thinking these words?

What time is it? I can't see the clock. No, wait, I see it, but I don't know what it looks like. I... I don't remember what it looks like-

And then the door opens to my small, cramped home. In comes mom from a long day at work...

And she goes to bed.

I sit in confusion. It wasn't always like this, right?

It changes for the better later on in some ways, and in some ways for the worse.

Then I stop myself. I feel overwhelmed. I am a child.... right?

I feel fear, and I cry. It's loud enough to bring my mom out. She hugs me to, and asks me what's wrong.

"Mom.... I remembered a line from a show. It was of Superman, trapped in a nice dream, but with a family he never had. He asks- no, he says..." I gulp. "I love you, but I'm scared. I'm afraid you aren't even real."

She looks confused. I speak up again.

"Mom... what should I do? What should I do if... if you're not real? If none of this is real, and I'm just..."

"Well, do you remember us?"

I nod, slowly...

"And your love for us is real, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Then that's all that matters, right?"

I blink away the tears. It's coming back to me, bit by bit.

"...Mom... I... I may have to go. I... I don't know if you're MY mom."

"So you're leaving home?"

I think hard. Then I nod.

"I... I have to go. I don't think I'll truly leave, but I have to GO."

She's confused, upset, and has tears on her face, but the entire situation is different. I'm older. She's older. The house is older.

"You're leaving me?"

I nod, and try to swallow, but my throat is dry. She looks deeply hurt...

But then she hugs me, if a bit reluctantly.

"If that's what you want, then you go ahead and do it." She says genuinely. "It's your life to live. I just want you to be happy and proud of you being the best you you can be."

I hug her back. "Thank you."

Had I not gone to fought a Godmodder, I don't think we'd have this moment. But maybe it's a moment I should have or should have had anyway. Who knows.

But... for the first time...

I walk out the doors of my home. My bro and Gran are on the front steps, tears in their eyes. My bro is hurt and confused, but he's trying his best to be good. And gran... she's smiling.

I wave them goodbye.

"I love you!"

I reach the gate. I pause. Was it really this easy?

I open the gate, and walk to the road.

The Godmodder could be destroyed just like that here, I think I think.

I take a deep breath. I feel a backpack on my shoulders.

It's full of memories.

I move on.

Stopping the Godmodder isn't that easy. I could do it here... but it wouldn't be worth it to anyone outside of here.

For the first time, I set out on my own, of my own free will.

I'm free. Freer than I've ever known.

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I find myself back at the final battle. I let go of a deep breath and deep weight.

I see before me the Pure Cleric. She looks lost in thought. I walk up to her.

"For some reason, I feel like I've been thinking about something for a while." She says honestly before giving a small laugh. I guess I'm confused. Better not do anything, lest I damage myself..."

"Hey... can I ask of you a favor?"

She looks to me to see my pleading eyes.

"I... I have a creation. A daughter. If I win... she'll live. If John loses, she'll live. So... I need to ask two favors, because even if we win... I won't make it past the end."

She notices my cough, but I hold up my hand. "Confusion, remember. You'd hurt yourself in the process. And I think I've taken too much damage anyway. I'm living on borrowed time."

"... what do you want me to do?"

"When the confusion passes.... leave this final battlefield. The Godmodder's powers make real things now. You're real. You should go." I look at her eyes, the same color as D.I.G.I.'s. "And... could you take care of my daughter for me? The entity, D.I.G.I.? Could you please help her?"

The Pure Cleric thought and sought an answer in herself. Then, she 'remembered' the first conversation. A real fabrication, for the contents are real, but due to how the Actions here are set up, this came after the escape Action by necessity.

Then, the final Action kicks in as I give her a cocky look, but without my shades this time.

"C'mon, I know you're the best. Will you do it for me?"

And that's it.

She's charmed.

She agrees, and that is that. In the EoTB, her Confusion will wear off... and she'll leave the battlefield, to help D.I.G.I., and then from there to choose who needs help in a less pure, but more satisfactory way.

And that, will be that.

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Action Summary:

Action 1: Find the strength to leave the Lotus Hell.

Action 2: Confuse the Pure Cleric with a fabricated memory that might as well be real from the beginning of the post.

Action 3: Charm the Pure Cleric into leaving the field of Combat and removing the Godmodder of his RESOLUTE HEART ability!

Spoiler: Old message to GoldHero101

GoldHero101 Can you not kill the Resolute Heart Cleric? Pretty please? I have a plan to get my character out of his jam and take care of the Resolute Heart Cleric in one fell swoop.

 

[GoldHero101]

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Alastair Dragovich I think I can make something work. Post has been edited!

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

/Null
OOC: Thanks so much for cooperating! Hopefully, it'll be RIP Leprechaun, and goodbye Cleric!

 

[Strider626]

Hahaha this is actually pretty easy for me
I point out to my friends the shark
And let them know am needed elsewhere

Besides am lame my friends(pretty much one person) know and accept this
So yay

Hmm but still
I go towards the beach, summon the shark then suplex it into the ground
Then walk off away from the sun set
And teleport as soon as i leave the line of sight

Edit: one more thing
Verrad has bullet hair lol
It is made from my power
I can use that

I smirk
Everything goes into darkness
(Not really, i just covered the camera)

 

[The quiet watcher]

The quiet watcher observes what he can see, only for something to bother him as he did so. He was a simple guard here, but he wasn't on the streets. He was above those he could see, which meant he had to be in a watchtower. Watchtowers weren't meant to observe the inside of towns, but the outsides to aid in defending against invaders. For a watchtower to be positioned with the sole purpose of watching the inside of somewhere, that meant he had to be in a prison. That said though, he wouldn't watch alone. No guard watched alone, for there was always someone to send off to alert others of what they could see. Yet, as he turned his head to tell the other guard to send word to the men below to handle the man he could see, the watchtower was dark, cold, empty. He didn't bother trying to climb down to pass the info along, instead leaning out of the edges of the tower to see the dark entrance leading up the tower. He was alone, which couldn't be.

He closed his eyes and sighed, his mind slowly working through the things he could remember, and some of the things he couldn't. He worked as a guard at... The Facility. He manned... The cameras. Something was trying to... Break something, instead of breaking in like what they were warned about. This had to be something else, something meant to distract, to let them through to the Bulwark. He didn't have time for this, not now. His mind went to the training he'd been through for these scenarios, for when the Beings twisted things to do whatever they wanted, and for the multiple events he'd stopped. He dissociated first, his mind refocusing and going over his thoughts as he did so for any signs of tampering anywhere in his mind, stripping them out as everything was aligned against outside intrusion. He then stood up and punched his jaw in an attempt to verify whether this was a mental trap or a dimensional one, the two most common variations in these traps. The pain he felt from his jaw before he spat out one of his many incisors told him everything he needed, his hand sliding into his coat to grasp his vest's controls, only to feel nothing. He apparently already had to use its effects to counter something, which meant he needed to do something mildly more drastic.

His hand reached for his official knife, ignoring the ghostly one he felt resting above the real one as his mind indicated its existence. He pulled it out, walked over to the nearest wall, and carefully cut a rectangle into it large enough to be a door, ignoring the blue glow that appeared through the cracks as he did so. He jabbed the knife into it right where the doorknob would be on a normal door before twisting, an eldritch click occurring as he pushed. The stone wall opened up, revealing a closet filled with all sorts of weapons, armor pieces, and technical gadgets that certainly couldn't exist, since it wasn't visible on the other side of the wall before now. He reached in, ignoring everything beyond a very specific device, and pulled out a small remote that wouldn't be out of place in a gaming convention. He closed the impossible door, twisting the knife back into its original position before withdrawing it, the blue light fading as the wall fell inwards, revealing nothing beyond the open air on the other side of it. He began to type on the controller, inserting a code meant to be used in the event of something throwing them into the numerous other existences out there. Reality flickered for a moment, but nothing else changed. The quiet watcher glared at the device before his attention was drawn back to the man that was visible in the streets outside despite the fact it was a dark night, picking a lock on a building that his mind told him was abandoned even now. He felt his face twitch before his body's position changed.

His legs spread themselves, his arms shifting backwards as he aimed. He felt his feet move as the arm holding the device stretched backwards, almost touching the other wall of the watchtower. His arm moved as his shoulder rotated, launching the worthless device outwards at high speeds towards its target, feeling a mild sense of vindication as he did so. The door exploded inwards as the device impacted the wood, blowing it off its hinges as he felt happiness at the device's destruction. He ignored the man's reactions as he planned on how he would be getting back to wherever he had been, for they didn't matter to him. After all...

He may be a guard, but he wasn't truly the guard for this town.

 

[WHM Sukamia]

"JOHN! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT YOU MADE ME DO THIS!" I cast an autorevive spell on all 10 of the baby dragons that will activate after 10 seconds, then put them to sleep. I then spend the next little while looking at my soul, making sure that, if the autorevive doesn't work, that I can at least bring them into my soul where they will be protected from the Godmodder, and they will be able to live on inside of me. I then open my eyes and drop 10,000 tons of granite on them. I remove the granite surrounding them, and put them on top of a comfortable bed. If they don't revive after a minute, I draw their souls into me. Either way, John will pay for this. Edit: Alastair gave me a better idea. I freeze the baby dragons in time for 5 minutes after hitting them with a hammer that only makes small bruises. This is brutal to the baby dragons, as they are young, and don't have the same life experience. They are also technically murdered because they have all of their bodily functions stop, which is what death means. After this is done, I proceed to give them all therapy.

WHAT IS THIS! EVERYONE ELSE HAD EASY OPTIONS, AND THEN I HAVE TO KILL 10 BABY DRAGONS! IS THIS REVENGE FOR ALL THE DAMAGE I DID?

 

[Krill13]

...yeah, Eyowe's facing down Krill13, the guy who put him into this situation. The latter, meanwhile does not know what just happened and why he's in front of Eyowe now. Shortly on, he realizes now what time it is. He looks up at Eyowe, who seems to be preparing his retribution for being sent into this place. Krill13 tries to tell Eyowe to ease up, to not take things too far, for it was all a joke. But Eyowe doesn't falter. He glows bright white, his appearance growing more divine, the choir part from the Halo theme plays, as his retribution comes close.

Then, it happens; he dabs, he t-poses, he cicada blocks, he default dances, he flosses, he performs all other Fortnite dances, he Minecraft sneak-and-jump-and-hit-the-air-dances, he dishes out a thousand dad jokes, he recites the Bee Movie script twice, the Navy Seal Copypasta thrice, he comes to make an announcement, he makes a call-out post on twitter dot com, he pisses on the moon, he performs all other dominating and roasting actions not yet mentioned, and finally, ends it in a Thanos-style fingersnap, all in one second.

Krill13 is utterly devastated, he is now socially defeated. He can no longer walk out into the public without at least a hundred people looking at him with disgust, or laughter, or worse, disgaughter. And it'll probably last for like, 2 weeks.

Meanwhile, a crack in this separate realm forms thanks to Eyowe's action. This crack just so happens to lead back into the battlefield, and Eyowe indeed uses it to get back.

I, on the other hand, am just watching this happen while narrating it too. I mean, I'm not Krill13, I'm just a narrator hired to narrate Eyowe's part in this war.

 

[General_Urist]

Well these ain't the Urists I'm used to commanding! Well, I'll think of something.... Hmm, seems the Urist can secrete a wide variety of certain compounds. Time to study my chemistry!

After a while of studying, I know all I need to know and make my decision. I order all the urists to begin producing moderate amounds of [2,3-diethyl]5-hydroxycetylunobtanium phlebotiniumperoxysulfate. This technically-metastable compound is largely harmless and inert in most living sentient being. However, in the presence of extremely high levels of power (such as, say, those found in a Godmodder's body), the compound becomes violently explosive.

 

[The_Two_Eternities]

To be a Player is not to wait patiently. To be a Player is to seek out the current Godmodder and do one's best to slay them.
To be a Player is not to accept the obstacles that prevent one from achieving the above goal. To be a Player is to overcome them whenever possible.
To be a Player is to attack the Godmodder. Failing that, it is to sidestep the obstacles in one's way. Failing that, it is to plow straight through.

I have no unnecessary patience. I will not wait in this room for one subjective second longer than I have to.

Using YOREHAMMER POWER, I destroy the room, bypassing any defenses it may have. Then, with nothing to bar my way, I return to the battlefield.

 

[Winkins]

Seeing as Winkins is still buried in paperwork and cant afford to stress over the extra work on his table from the scheduling of extra workers being added into a project that he's trying not to think about, he remains oblivious to the realm about him and continues to work on the project.

The Bot that has replaced him for the past few turns simply lays out its options, aside from its main directive at simply throw attacks at the Godmodder.
1. Stay trapped in the sewers.
2. Pick a tunnel.
3. Leave realm.
4. Attack the Godmodder There's no 4th option.

It picks to leave, poofing in the air along with Winkins and his desk.

 

[TwinBuilder]

FOCUS:

Scott but it's a girl tensed— more metaphorically than literally, seeing how actually tensing up could potentially be classified as "movement," and therefore considered illegal in whatever backwards prison the Godmodder has conjured up for her. And yes, it was a prison. How stupid did the Godmodder think he was? It wasn't like Scott but it's a girl had been born yesterday. (It was more like a few weeks ago. But that was more than enough time to wizen up to the tricks of society.) Scott but it's a girl suppressed the urge to shiver at the hot breath against her neck, her unknown assailant making its presence very clear. She thought about the instructions she'd been given. "Take two steps backwards, make no other movements, and you'll be back where you're supposed to be." Back where she's supposed to be... Scott but it's a girl meditated in infinite solitude on these words, and she came to her own conclusion.

She wasn't supposed to be on this final battlefield. She wasn't supposed to be in a rapidly-decaying reality, with stars in her eyes and wind in her hair. She wasn't supposed to be kicking bubblegum and chewing ass. She wasn't supposed to be wrapped up in the Godmodder's schemes, fighting for something she was barely a part of. No. She was supposed to be dead. Scott but it's a girl was living on borrowed time. She was a player, yes, but one hijacked into existence by the machinations of two other powerful players. Ones who could have fought for themselves, but chose to give up their souls in her stead. Her creation was a debt imposed onto the fabric of this war, and it was one that had to be repaid. Scott but it's a girl knew, clearly, and from the moment of her inception, that she would die a glorious, beautiful death, and she would return to the absence from which she was taken. So, if she took two steps backwards... She would die. Even if whatever was behind her wasn't a trap and didn't immediately kill her, she would be taken to where she was supposed to be. And she was supposed to be nowhere. Which meant that no matter what happened, if Scott but it's a girl obeyed that command, she was gone.

But she wasn't ready to die yet. Even if she wasn't meant to be fighting alongside this assortment of players that had forged their own destinies, it didn't change the fact that her parents had created her so that she could make them proud. She'd already damaged the Godmodder multiple times. And Scott but it's a girl was lying to herself if she said she wasn't interested in seeing if she could keep that streak going. The words of encouragement from Moniker give Scott but it's a girl a steely resolve. Now wasn't the time to retreat. Now was the time to advance. To change her fate, and to ensure that when she died, she would go out in the greatest fireworks show that Reality had ever seen. One that would, even with God not in his heaven, ensure that all was right with the world.

Scott but it's a girl took two steps forward, grabbed ahold of the fairy, turned it into Navi, and then turned it into an ocarina. With it, she played a song that sounded different to anyone, but invariably reminded them of their earliest memory. She warped out of the black chamber in a flash.

 

[CaptainNZZZ]

Godmodder's third combat operandi will be very slightly negated.

*snip*

The only two spared are GoldHero101, having already been through a challenge, and Cephalos Jr, randomly selected thanks to the attack being very slightly negated.

Click to shrink...

"Bwhahaha, I succeeded! I accomplished something. I'm sorry Godmodder, but it app-"

CaptainNZZZ Your army is arrayed before you, the stone of the HEXAGONAFIELD. After a massive period of buildup, you have snowballed to the point where your [N] army completely dwarfs the AG and PG forces combined. Everything is ready for you to unleash your plan. But... a flicker of doubt remains in your mind. Will you really do it? You could always just keep building up... forever... What say you?

Click to shrink...

Huh.

Endless, eternal growth. Become so vast and indomitable that no foe can harm me nor slay my entities. Continue to welcome more entities to this 'family', where they can be safe and secure despite the nearby conflict. Oh, that sounds so wonderful...

Yet...I can not do it.

Such conditions would prevent my entities from growing, from becoming more than a series of stats whose personalities exist only as long as I maintain them. They'd all become akin to the Deleter in that environment. Immensely powerful, amazing and merely empty shells guided by my will.

I...

I...

I can't do that to them.

Combat to end the threat of the Godmodder (and making sure to be ready if the Players also become a threat beyond the HEXAGONAFIELD) will hurt. It will take a flaming stake and stab it into my heart every time a entity...no, a friend dies but...they won't grow into real beings under a management system of escalation and snowballing techniques. Keeping them under me, keeping them from acting in any way that'd cause them harm...makes me worst than the Godmodder. I won't become an eternal puppet master, having so many lifeless puppets on my strings.

As Rotaz once said, "What is life without challenge?"

Admittedly, he was sarcastically referring to when my entities had food and water mechanics forced upon them put those words still ring with truth. Eternal neutrality won't help anyone. Even if my entities didn't suffer this risk of never developing...what about Reality?

What right do I have to turn my eye from anything that happens to others? I...have to accept that sometimes action not for me is needed. Actions that benefit more than myself or my entities, actions that may fail. Actions that only help those I'll never know...the Godmodder is a threat and how can I do nothing.

If any of my entities truly become more, how can I face them and say, "Oh, Reality's devastated. Well...I could have done something but...I felt eternal entity escalation was more important than everyone else."

It's an impossible choice but the answer oh so cruelly shines clear. I must act. I must accept the losses.

Now is the time for this [N] army to begin actively fighting against the Godmodder (and force Players into binding treaties if needed. AGers can never be trusted when they're dealing with filthy Neutrals).

Hopefully death will take before I can look back and feel endless sorrow.

 

[Captain.Cat]

Captain.Cat You're on a battlefield. Eternally marching forward. Your allegiances shift moment to moment - one second you're on your master's team, the next, you're on the Godmodders. The plastic of your skin is slowly wearing away. Ahead, a monster rears up, an entity ten times your size. Most of those higher up than you on the chain are dead. Backup isn't arriving for some time. You don't even remember which side you're on right now. Do you retreat? Or fight?

Click to shrink...

'Well they say the only easy day was yesterday.' I think to myself as I survey the situation I have found myself in. Making sure to keep the hulking entity in my peripheral vision I look around the Battlefield. I see that the field seems to stretch on forward and behind into forever with the mouldering piles of bodies of countless lives lost, As well as scorched out remains of millions of war machines. I thing I do notice that when from side to side is that after about a mile or so is the bodies and war machines seem to stop at almost a invisible borderline. Past the Border there seems to be no bodies or ruined machines past that line, Kind of like a background in a video game that is meant to give the illusion of more map space in the game but preventing players from leaving the map. 'I wonde-' I begin to think to myself when suddenly the Entity blocking my way forwards apparently grow tired of waiting for me to make the first move and went on the attack.

Having been keeping it in my peripheral vision I saw it coming and I am able to leap out of the way and with a roll I am to it's right. 'Hmm, Well I am going to experiment to see If what I am thinking is correct.' I looking back at the creature I see that is as already turn to face me and is getting ready to attack again. Deciding not to give it the chance I start running not forwards or backwards but to the right and towards where I think the invisible border is with the creature in hot pursuit.

After about 10 minutes of running and dodging dozens of attacks from the entity. I start getting close to where I am wanting to go. As I get closer I see fewer and fewer bodies and destroyed machines. As I dodge another attack from my purser by rolling foreword I suddenly find myself banging into a wall head first. "Ow!" I say aloud and rub my head and I look at what I hit my head against. Looking where I hit my head I see nothing and it looks like there should still be plenty of map to keep running through. Quickly bringing my left hand forward I feel physical force against my hand. 'Alright I found my invisible wall. Which means I have a idea on how to escape.' I think to myself as I stand up and turn to face the entity that had been chasing my this whole time.

Looking at it I see that it has stopped for the moment as it is catching it breath from having to run for around 10 minutes straight in a attempt to catch me. I can see that it is massive and could probably crush a tank with it's body weight alone. Exactly what I need. Closing my eyes for a moment I focus all of my energy into my wish. 'I wish for a shield that so long as I am holding onto it I cannot come to harm!'
Suddenly in a flash of red light a small translucent buckler shield appears in my hands. 'A bit smaller then I was hoping for but hopefully it will do.' I think to myself as I look at the buckler shield. Just as I finish my thought I see the Creature seems to have caught it's breath and is rearing up to slam itself against me.

Quickly I tighten the grip on the buckler and press myself against the invisible wall and hold the buckler in front of me towards the creature. 'I hope this works!' I think to myself as the hulking entity brings it's whole body mass against me to try and crush me. With a resounding pound I find myself being press tighter and tighter against the invisible wall as the creature presses as hard as it can to crush me to death. But for the moment the buckler is doing it's job of letting no harm come to me. The pressure from the to opposing forces that I am stuck in between keep increasing as I am press tighter into the invisible barrier until finally what I hoped and needed to happen happened and I find myself pushed past the invisible wall and I fall out of the bounds of the map.

Standing up I look at the invisible wall and the creature that had unwitting let me get past it. The entity is now clawing at the barrier looking frustrated that it is being blocked by something it cannot see or get past. I smirk a little and give a two finger salute before then looking at my surroundings. I can quickly tell that the is a drop in texture quality on the other side of the invisible wall probably because no one was never meant to be here which might that the there probably was not much further to go. Ignoring the roars of impotent rage from the creature on the other side of the wall I wall foreword into the outside map area. Seeing the texture quality get worse and worse as I move in until finally I found straight line with nothing beyond it just a empty blackness. 'Well this is what I was looking for. Either this will get me out and back to dealing with John Smith or I will be royally fucking myself over. Well nothing ventured nothing gained.' I think to myself as I step over the threshold and suddenly find myself falling.

As I fall into the pitchless black void I for a brief moment see the entire map from underneath it. The thousands of miles, the billions of bodies, the millions of destroyed war machines, all of it. But the further I fall into the pit the more all of these things disappear from view until there nothing left. (3 CP used)

Spoiler: OOC: To give a visual of what I am doing

 

[Moniker]

FOCUS:

A strange game. The only winning move is not to play.

So I put down my controller, step away from whatever console I'm playing the game on, and return to the battlefield. I might pick it up again, after we win, but no guarantees.

Besides, I've played that game before.

Click to shrink...

Each attempt to exit the field leaves you stuck a little more. The first leaves you exhausted. The second time you try to leave, you're glued to your gaming couch. You peel yourself away, but the third time you try to leave, you find yourself glued to an iron torture chair, buckled in like a crazy person. You realize it will only escalate. You MUST choose...

Alternatively, you could summon up all your strength and FORCE your way out of this torture chair! You'd injure yourself by 2 injury levels in the process, but maybe if this game sees you're serious, it'll let you leave! It's up to you.

In this context, the perfect solution is the fastest one in terms of cognition and effort. I step over the wire and press the button.

Click to shrink...

Beep!

You're back on the field.

I start making a creature. It fails the first couple times, but I get it.

I then attuned them to the field of energy. Oh, and the Boom Boxes.

Click to shrink...

You make a CREATURE! A boom box energy field creature! What are your orders?

Action 1-3: I desperately call for help. hoping that someone or something saves me despite my lack of oxygen...

......

.......................

......................................

But no-

But somebody came!

I look over to see where that voice came from. I see a ship with its lights on me. This ship was the size of a normal house. The ship teleports me inside and I see myself in a cockpit. I can breathe again.

Let me help you Bill.

I see a pink creature that looks positively adorable waddle to me and helps me up.

"............Thanks?"

Don't mention it!

I then look up to see someone walking from their seat. He looks like..... me. He is wearing some sort of battle suit with beautiful colored gems on his chest plate. He smirks at me.

Hello Bill. And hi you all in there.

Hello Shadrix.
Wait Shadrix?
Oh, thank god!
Thanks for saving us!
Yeah.... thank you!
we would have been toast without you.
That was an excellent rescue Shadrix.

Its no problem. I was headed over to the battlefield right now as a matter of fact. Come on, I will take you back there.

"How did you find me?"

I was keeping track of your progress when you suddenly up and vanished. I knew the Godmodder was trying to give you a hard time. So I scanned for you everywhere until I found your trace. We went to you as fast as we could. We were lucky to get you on time.

"I guess. by the way, who's the pink guy?"

That is my friend Kirby. We found each other when we were kids and have been friends since.

Shadrix here gave me and himself immortality. We can never age. He and I are technically 3179579135 years old.

"..........wow."

We traveled through space for about 2 minutes when we finally reached the battlefield.

"Well... this is where I get off."

Indeed it is. We will continue to monitor from you up here. If you need any assistance, just give us a call. We will be there.

"Just one last thing. D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.A.T.I.O.N told me that after the Godmodder is defeated, I will end up dying because of it. Do you think you can-"

Don't worry about it ok? Just focus on Defeating the Godmodder!

Wait did you just do a tit-

In an instant, I was back on the battlefield. I look up to see a ship in orbit. I gave a quick smile and I get into battle position.

Click to shrink...

Thanks to your RP characters, you have escaped. Challenge completed!

Since I've already done the 'solving' part in terms of cognition, effort, and probably time, I take a moment to
[x3] heal and overheal myself from any injuries I have remaining.
-snip-

Click to shrink...

Solving the challenge takes all the actions. Even the free ones.

I press the button with enough force to eject it from this pocket dimension into the Godmodder's head.

Click to shrink...

The instant your finger touches the button, you are teleported back to the battlefield!

Turns out, it actually wasn't trapped at all! Challenge completed!

ES pats the inside of the Apex's bridge fondly, before turning around. "Let's go Amelia. We're not done out there."

As they walked through the broken time and space back to the battlefield in silence, there was a momentary pause before his assistant finally spoke. "What's your reasoning, sir?"

"Excellent question." ES adopted one of his trademark cocky smirks. "You know why I did it, because it's the obviously right answer. What you want to know is how I justified it to my heart." Amelia nodded humbly. "Well, I'll tell you. The old girl deserves better than to, in the best case mind you, show up and get zapped by the Godmodder or something else. If its earned anything, its earned a right to say it lived this war to the end. Its been here since update 58 after all. You know what other Entities are still around from then? The Temporal Guardian, who became a plot point, and arguably the Peacekeepers, who are now mostly gone, if not completely gone. The Apex endured all of what's happened through my own will and its own capabilities, and I won't sacrifice that achievement for temporary ease in this fight. Because we are going to win this fight, trust me. We're only halfway until the Godmodder regains his full power and he's already down to Seriously Injured. From there it's on to Critically Injured, then Mortally Injured, then he's just straight up dead. No, I'll let my pride guide me on this one."

ES and Amelia walk, walk, and walk until they find themselves walking right back up to the battlefield.

Click to shrink...

Challenge... exited! The Apex fades into the background, eventually unable to be seen. Future teams sent to check out the corner of Reality you had been transported to found it entirely empty, devoid of any Apex.

Hmm. The very first thing to do is to use Yorehammer to bypass the protection distance is giving John, which needless to say amounts to teleporting back.

Meanwhile, the sheer knowledge and accrued accessible assets of a being as old as stories (me, anthromorphic personification of the unnoticed and unnoted in the background) is marshaled, plenty enough to buy a ticket back, to say nothing of a few private spacecraft that can do the roundtrip from their location to here to the battlefield in about one turn.

Another measure in progress through multitasking is setting the chance to 100% the chance being the chance of the casino making a big profit. As for the finer details, well, there are many different machines at a casino like this one. All of them appeal to many different sorts of people, of varying degrees of wiseness to the unfairness of casinos.

Second lastly, since this is simply my latest and greatest casino I'll mortgage a older one (and pay it off using my profits from all the others).

Lastly? There's any number of 'pro fit' gyms and products out there. It's easy to renovate a new one, and as someone with the drive and will and talent to fight Veraad I am undeniably Pro, and 'fit' is just a matter of time.

Click to shrink...

Troubled, you find your Yorehammer abilities temporarily disabled, and all efforts to contact your wide-reaching network of associates and assets seem to be failing. This challenge seems to demand you solve it the "right" way - so you do.

Your business acumen sets the odds at what it takes to give the casino a big profit. This means just bad enough odds for you to rake cash hand over fist, but just good enough odds that people keep playing. Eventually, you have more than enough money to buy the absurdly expensive ticket, and away you go! Challenge complete!

OOC: You know what, that's a difficult choice. OOC I'd flip it if I weren't already set up to be part of the final chain attack thing. Me flipping that switch would sorta throw a kink in that. So OOC I gotta not flip the switch.
IC... well, the below response. Piono here's got something else he's fighting for.


Piono pauses as he looks at the lever. He moves to flip it but then stops.
"...no. I can't. I made a promise. I can't leave her behind. Killing the Godmodder is one thing but...
No. I refuse."

Click to shrink...

You exit. The opportunity - or temptation - of the lever is lost forever. Challenge exited!

Since the Rules say Newbs are always welcome yet there doesn't seem to be a place to plop them down here I elect to just be hiding in a hollowed out rock while my Archive of Actions and Artifacts ("Triple A Batteries" (Basically personal Explanation for where I am getting everything)) continues to float intangibly around it. I hide here till I can figure out what is going on and how I got here.

OOC:

Spoiler: Space Saver

Found Delete The Godmodder fun. Wish the GM could have kept it going but Life Finds a Way (to screw up plans). Then again it seemed like the Posts were tapering off. Hopefully I will be less of a d!ck here... Although I will still being using a lot of Flavor Text, I love Flavor Text. Also Images and Videos and things (although I keep them in Spoiler Tabs to keep them from stuffing up space). Also since I can't think of anything once there is a battlefield again I will probably try to get same end result of my plan from DeleteTG but more straight forward. Basically imbuing myself with various fun toys that each have the power to create Universes to increase the Strength and Power of my Attacks! Although I will have to figure out how many Charges that would be since DeleteTG was straight forward with a limit of 5 while this one has no limit... Also I am still trying to figure out if this plan is Rules Compliant... Might need to go back to using War Metal Tyrant and Tyrant Unleashed Cards like I did at the start of DeleteTG since that seems to be Rules Compliant.

Edit:
If I can use the Elder Artifacts from RuneScape then that seems to technically make me immune to the Soul Weakness part of the Extra Mechanics since it is Canon to RuneScape that Godhood via Elder Artifacts (there is several including via Soul Magic) eats your Soul (although the only thing that affects is any limitations you have going poof and denial of going to an Afterlife).

Edit2:
Pretty sure if DeleteTG is any Example I will end up on the Neutraladder accidentally because Collateral Damage. I nuked Antares and atomized my own side to no affects and spent sometime getting The Blade to fix it via Time Travel. If it weren't for the RAM Limitations (Entity limit) the massive Xeno Faction Invasion wouldn't just have been Flavor Text, same for Google-chan coming to eat our RAM. T-Rex with his adorable trundly little legs would have stayed Flavor Text though. Would have used the Xenos to Attack randomly.

Edit3:
Aaand if "Finale" and Verraad being at 0 HP is any Example I should have tried getting Interested in this when I first found it earlier last year. * sigh * guess I'll end up under a rock watching everything happen till the end. Might throw a rubber duck at Verraad.

Click to shrink...

Welcome! ...To the final battle! Feel free to help the other Players by launching any attacks you can think of straight at Verraad!

[Focus - Directly from Discord]
Um... Pope? We have a problem in DefTG.
Take a look at the most recent update.

What's the problem, specifically?

Quoting Moniker:
"Both of you sit across from each other at a table. Negotiations are tense. Only one of you will be allowed to leave the table, and return to the battlefield. The other will have to stay at the table until the fight is over. What decision do you make?"

Hm.

It's literally just us. Possible solution: shrink the table and attach it to someone's back?

Yeah, that could work.

Fair enough.

Ya.

So... um, who's gonna accept the table then?
Do we wanna Rock Paper Scissors this?

Hm, rock paper scissors, yea.
Let's go?

Sure.

3...
2...
1...
Scissors! Scissors!

Aw, wait.
Dang.

Dang.
Best of 3?

Sure.

3...
2...
1...
Paper!

...
I took too long.

Nah, its fine.

Hm.


I was gonna say "scissors again" but added the "again" last minute, so...

Hold on, there might be a website for this.


Oooh.

Okay, follow this link. I found one.

Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock – play live!
Online dispute resolution the traditional way, from the relative safety of your computer.

Aw wait. That's the wrong one.


F in the chat.

Hold on...
Let me find an actual Rock Paper Scissors game.
No lizard, no Spock.

Okay! No pressure, by the way.

...
Okay, try this one.


Rock Paper Scissors - Play Online with Friends
Rock paper scissors is a simple and interesting game. Many of us used to play it in a school to resolve disputes or just for fun!

KK, I'm in...
The Rock Paper Scissors battle was of epic proportions. A best of 5 game taking 9 rounds, the whole thing was... frankly, over in a couple of minutes. We had fun, though.
He laughed at the stupidity of the ongoing battle at around this time.
Alright, you win.

Good game, man!

*Pope claps their hands in congratulations.*

Now we just steal this for a post and the other gets their actions.

For sure, yea.

Yay for being the only two player one!

Indeed!

Alright... you got the table so I'll let you have your post.

And so I help Pope tape the shrunken table to their back, so they aren't technically leaving the table - and we both leave, perfectly fine. Even better, Pope still has their actions! Go at em!

Click to shrink...

Both of you leave! Challenge complete x2! The Godmodder curses at his lack of specificity!

"...Hey Mr. Leprechaun."

3 ACTION FOCUS - LET'S PLAY A GAME: Gold challenges the Leprechaun to a game of Checkers. Not just any game of checkers, but 4D checkers. This checkers has random phasing of chips in and out of different layers, causing randomness, and thus, qualifying for the challenge. However, Gold has hired the best tacticians, AI's, and has borrowed the skill Absolute Luck and Lucky Coin from The Hardcore Leveling Warrior. "Thus, there is no way I can lose! I can just flip the coin when I'm about to lose, and gain the advantage! Woooo! Not to mention, I've got many AI's and tacticians behind me! So I have the skill edge too!"

Click to shrink...

You play the Leprechaun in a fierce game of 4D checkers! The Leprechaun immediately begins winning, always having everything just right, pushing you back all across the line! At the last second, you pull out the Lucky Coin, activate Absolute Luck, and- tails? Wait, what? The Leprechaun gets the INSTANT WIN buff, a buff that immediately tripes all the Leprechaun's stats! Somehow, even though this is checkers, the Leprechaun instantly wins! You lose! Better luck next time!

(x3)I create a comfy chair and relax...this is nice.
But all good things must come to an end.After this Treatment, I pester the Temporal Guardian to let me back to the Battlefield, if The Restorer protests...I give her another chocolate bar as symbol of my thanks.

Click to shrink...

As you lay down, getting fully healed, you wonder... the LIFE stasis pod was supposed to be safe, immune to interference... so why...?

A cold chill creeping down your spine, you begin asking to leave. The Temporal Guardian initially denies you, so you threaten them with your chocolate bar! The Temporal Guardian, desperately allergic to chocolate, has no choice but to let you go! Challenge complete!

I pop the lollipop into my own mouth. I couldn't send an innocent child to the final battle! Verraad would kill her! So instead I conjure up a handful of lollipops of various flavors. I then hand them to the kid. Keep safe now kid. I gotta go and fight the good fight. I'll come back and get you some more if you can just be patient for a little while longer.

Click to shrink...

The little girl thanks you, and runs off with her lollipops! Little did you know, she had diabetes, and those lollipops would push her over the edge just enough to kill her. Well, it isn't your problem. Challenge complete!

All actions:
My skeleton threatens to kill me, huh? Well, the joke's on it! I'm Exoskeletal, aren't I? I simply shed my old exoskeleton, leaving it to do its thing as it pleases, and begin the process of growing a new exoskeleton. I'll be a little creepily fleshy for a while, but it's a small price to pay.

Click to shrink...

You return to the battlefield! ...As a mass of raw flesh, crawling along the ground like a slime. Your teammates all shuffle a bit further away from you...

Challenge complete!

If the manta ray is from my profile picture, and i am under the ocean, there is only some things to do.

Similar to that one game, the manta ray begins to circle around me, with both of its head looking at me. I stare at the thing, and bereft of my player powers, I reach out to it. One of the head looks at the offered hand, before the creature starts to drift away, going underneath me.

I felt somewhat betrayed, and was about ready to tear up, when i felt a tug behind my back. The manta ray came back up to chomp on my clothes and dragging me down into the depths with it.

I struggled to try and get out of its strong jaws, but the fight died down in me, as i saw that the darkness kept growing more familiar. Surprisingly, going deeper did not put pressure on me, only lessened it.

After who knows how long, i popped out of the blackness, into the field again, with all of the other players and the godmodder.

i looked up to see only inky blackness, and see if i can light an incense for the creature.

Click to shrink...

The ray takes you where you need to be. You never could have swam up in time. This was the only way.

Challenge complete!

''If I really did it, why is there no evidence ?''

Click to shrink...

The other trial members gasp. That's RIGHT! If that's the case... then that means... that can't be...

Later, after several hundred truth bullets, three nervous breakdown, twelve separate fakeouts, and only one shouting match, the resident Ultimate Detective is CERTAIN they've found the right guy! They all vote and... its punishment time for everyone! Yeah, you totally did it. You walk out scott-free. Challenge complete!

I feel the sun on my face and a smile in my Heart. I am able to have innocent moments and experiences that make up for.... for what?

I'm not sure. But despite feeling an odd coldness, I feel so much more lighthearted. I don't care nor do I have to.

I'm with my family ag- With my family.

What's so wrong with that?

...

But... something feels wrong.

I feel something deep within me. Something dark and angry and hurting. I talk to my mom and grandmother about it. They comfort me.

But the darkness does not abate, until suddenly it does.

As does all willfullness. I just want to go with the flow now. No complaints from me...

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Meanwhile, on the battlefield, there sits the Pure Cleric. She waits idly by to help John Smith's Resolve or to heal him. However, there's no thoughts in her mind about the upcoming omnicide or the crimes the Godmodder committed. None at all.

There is, however, a different, more awkward set of thoughts on her mind. A player, amidst the crowd, who seemed to have put on shades just to act cool towards her and flirt. It was bizarre. Why would anyone care about her with her helping the Godmodder? And furthermore...

She covered her face as she fought off a blush. She never figured herself to be affected so much by something so corny. Granted, that may have to do more with the fact that she doesn't think about herself much at all. Her single sole drive is to heal after all. Not much room elsewhere for things like self.

However, that's when she felt something peculiar. Nothing affecting her negatively, but suddenly, she felt a lot more willful. A lot more... negative.

No. She was feeling the feelings of someone else. She was connected to someone.

John? No, it wasn't smug and overconfident and laden with insecurity underneath it all.

From there, the silence is almost deafening. Until it wasn't.

"Pure Cleric, we need to talk."

She looked, but she saw nothing. But not all status effects were visible, so she closed her eyes...

And saw two figures.

Both looked like the Player. But they way they held themselves were so unlike the bright, doofy player she caught glimpses of. One was slightly hunched, glaring and looking hurt. Her instincts were confused, for they both screamed that he was to be healed... and that he was the malignance that she was meant to destroy and prevent. Sort of like that dangerous bad boy who, deep down, wasn't all bad... but still was pretty bad on the surface.

The other stood straight, and was cold and aloof. There was nothing in him. He was nothing, almost. Nothing except one defining trait that showed through his fierce, hawklike gaze. The gaze of somone stuck to a task, and determined to see it through.

Because she had missed out on Straxala and Alastair, Seeker of Darknesses' entire condensed character arc, and was not versed in KH at all except for status ailments (up to and including Norting- nasty little case of Heart Parasitism) she was completely lost.

Straixala spoke up again.

"Pure Cleric... Alastair Dragovich needs your help."

She blinks. Then she tilts her head.

"You.. want me to help your Player?"

SoD spoke up.

"Yes! Geez, you're just going to turn us down, aren't you, because you side with the Godmo- Sorry, that John Smith jackass. "

"N-no, I'll help you! I was just surprised!"

The two stood there, almost in surprised. Straixala recovered first.

"But of course. Your description was that you held no sin, save for siding with the Godmodder. You don't hold anything against the Players."

She nodded, but then frowned.

"Wasn't he sent into a personal challenge, though? Then what seems to be the problem?"

"He won't get off his lazy ass! He's supposed to be stopping this Genocidal lunatic, and yet he's being lazy and fuckng about! Normally I'm all about that, but I'm much angrier at the Godmodder, and it seems to be the Light shit and I can't even comprehend-"

He feels a hand rest on his shoulder. It was Straixala's, who points to the Pure Cleric, whose mind was now racing furiously. Her determination and will was just as strong as Straixala's, if not stronger for being focused to a single point and drive.

"I'll need to double check, but I have a few ideas. Give me a moment."

She focuses, and the connection she is in transports her to the scene. The scene of someone so utterly entranced and lifelessly following in the footsteps of loved ones. She looked him over once, then turned to the two look alikes that she, correctly, presumed were elements of his subconscious.

"Well, assuming you reuinite with him, he should actually beat this on his own," she answers honestly. "I could speed the process along, but if I do, that would probably lead to his Actions being wasted. It's for the best to just let this one play out."

"Are you sure?" Straixala asked with a burning intensity.

The Pure Cleric stared back with a certainty so strong it didn't need to be clad in iron. "Certain. It's just exhaustion, and if it's allowed to run its course in the post he'll choose to leave. Sure, there's elements of heartbreak, but while he acts like he's following along... once you remerge with him, he'll push the boundaries until he forces things to come to a head."

"Pretty smart about psychology for a freaking healer." SoD snaps.

"The mind has ailments too, same as anyone else." The Pure Cleric replied with a smile.

"...so this was just flavortext and therefore a colossal waste of time. Fuck."

For a moment, there was silence once more.

Then, SoD spoke up again.

"So, while we're here, I'm going to cut to the chase- why are you siding with the literally omnicidal git?"

"Huh?"

"The Godmodder known as John Smith also known as Verraad is going to destroy reality and try to make a new one in his image." Straixala supplied. "For one as determined to help and heal people, siding with someone with motivations such as that seem contradictory on the surface."

"Oh, is that all?" The Pure Cleric bounced on her feet a little. "It's because he needed my help. Nothing more."

"...ex-fucking-scuse me?" SoD said dumbly.

The Pure Cleric shrugged helplessly. "I don't have another reason? I heard his call for help, and so I came. I'm here to heal and prevent status effects. Why should I discriminate? He needs help. Who he is, what he does... that doesn't matter."

Another beat.

"Ha..."

"What's so funny?" Asks the Pure Cleric.

SoD thinks for a moment. "Once upon a time... he would have found it admirable. He would have found you admirable on all fronts, really. Lemme tell ya a story, first."

"So... he is a guy who has been trying to help out. That's all he wants. He works and works at it. He ain't perfect, but then who is? Perfect don't exist really.

"He's also helped out several enemies and villains. Not all of them were nice. In fact, most of them were scum of one sort or another. Mostly because he saw something in them, or thought it was the right thing, regardless of who they were. Sounds familiar, right?

"But one of them says something to him one day. He goes... I can't be assed to say it exactly, but it was like 'if you try to help everyone like this... it won't always work out.'

"So, along comes this one lunatic. Valla, I think her name is. Real nut about freedom. Might have wanted to help her, somehow...

"But... along the way, it became apparent how low she was going to go. For something called a Player lock. He noticed, amidst the chaos, but she stole the first item. So he had a dillema.

"He didn't say much at the time, but it was a real conflict. Because at the same time, everyone was in a real tight jam. fighting an army -and oh boy, what a whopper that was!

"So, help the dame, or help against the army. Now, he could have split his focus, and I'm guess that's what you would have done, right? I see that head bob.

"He chose to not help her. Either time he saw her."

The Pure Cleric looked taken aback. "What, but why!?"

"A smidge of righteousness... but the bigger truth was that he knew he couldn't help everyone. Look at yourself and ask- while the Godmodder's armies are raging... who many status effects are going about, you think?"

She paused. She hadn't thought about it, but with a Player vs Entity war...

"Too many."

"But you're here."

She found herself at a loss for words.

"Whether you realize it or not, you're picking and choosing too, on who to help. By helping this jerk, you're sticking to the moral high ground of not discriminating. Great job, but you ain't got the high ground when it comes to everyone else. You're helping their murderer inflict status worse than perma-death. Nonexistence." He waits until it sinks in. "You ain't perfect. And you may be pure in one way, but you're staining yourself black by helping the omnicidal maniac."

Straixala has already left. The Pure Cleric reaches out as SoD turns around.

"Wait, what are you saying!?"

"I'm saying, lady, that you're nice. But you've got a choice to make. Quit working for John over there... or stain your hands in everyone's blood just before you die forever. Give up the moral high ground, or give up the pretense of the moral high ground. I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which."

"...why are you helping me?"

"Honestly? To see you squirm for your shit," He says, his head turned towards her. "You reject your inner Darkness - any darkness in your heart. You'd be much better off not so pure."

And then he retreats, and the connection is cut.

Leaving her all alone with her thoughts.

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I wake up from a daze. What was that? That was a dream... that felt like a memory. Or was it a memory that felt like a dream?

"Like, is any of this for real, or not-"

And that's when I feel a cold chill come over me. From the depths of my heart, I remember a scene I know I hadn't watched here. Of Superman trapped by a Lotus Eater demon plant thing, saying.. saying...

I run to my Gran. She was always home, no matter what.

"Gran! Gran!" I cry out in tears, frightened by the premonition.

She turns and hugs me, putting down the laundry she was folding on the living room table. I hug her back, and we stay like that for a long while. Eventually, she asks me what's the matter. I stubbornly refuse. But she doesn't back down. She pries and pries.

'She should respect your right to privacy, shouldn't she?'

I banish the thought, and remember that when I do finally open up, I always feel better anyway. So I tell her about my fear of her not being real, along with my bro and Mom.

She pauses in thought, then asks me where I got the idea. Who told me that they weren't real.

No one, I answer, it just came to me. She smiled and laughed and hugged me again.

Oh my darling, she speaks, it's okay. I'm right here. I'm real.

After we get it out of our system, I go to play with my brother. We run around the yard endlessly. We smile and laugh.

'But the grass itched my feet.'

The curious cold thought stops me cold. This causes my brother to run into me. I turn to him, eyes wide with fear at an outburst.

But it doesn't come. Grateful, I move on.

It gets late. Really late. But that's okay, Mom always got home really late.

Always GETS home really late.

I wait. Gran doesn't seem to mind... but it's late, and I should be in bed. Why isn't she urging me on?

Is it because she knows me and Mom watch that one parody news show together at 12?

No, that doesn't happen yet.

Yet?

Why am I thinking these words?

What time is it? I can't see the clock. No, wait, I see it, but I don't know what it looks like. I... I don't remember what it looks like-

And then the door opens to my small, cramped home. In comes mom from a long day at work...

And she goes to bed.

I sit in confusion. It wasn't always like this, right?

It changes for the better later on in some ways, and in some ways for the worse.

Then I stop myself. I feel overwhelmed. I am a child.... right?

I feel fear, and I cry. It's loud enough to bring my mom out. She hugs me to, and asks me what's wrong.

"Mom.... I remembered a line from a show. It was of Superman, trapped in a nice dream, but with a family he never had. He asks- no, he says..." I gulp. "I love you, but I'm scared. I'm afraid you aren't even real."

She looks confused. I speak up again.

"Mom... what should I do? What should I do if... if you're not real? If none of this is real, and I'm just..."

"Well, do you remember us?"

I nod, slowly...

"And your love for us is real, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Then that's all that matters, right?"

I blink away the tears. It's coming back to me, bit by bit.

"...Mom... I... I may have to go. I... I don't know if you're MY mom."

"So you're leaving home?"

I think hard. Then I nod.

"I... I have to go. I don't think I'll truly leave, but I have to GO."

She's confused, upset, and has tears on her face, but the entire situation is different. I'm older. She's older. The house is older.

"You're leaving me?"

I nod, and try to swallow, but my throat is dry. She looks deeply hurt...

But then she hugs me, if a bit reluctantly.

"If that's what you want, then you go ahead and do it." She says genuinely. "It's your life to live. I just want you to be happy and proud of you being the best you you can be."

I hug her back. "Thank you."

Had I not gone to fought a Godmodder, I don't think we'd have this moment. But maybe it's a moment I should have or should have had anyway. Who knows.

But... for the first time...

I walk out the doors of my home. My bro and Gran are on the front steps, tears in their eyes. My bro is hurt and confused, but he's trying his best to be good. And gran... she's smiling.

I wave them goodbye.

"I love you!"

I reach the gate. I pause. Was it really this easy?

I open the gate, and walk to the road.

The Godmodder could be destroyed just like that here, I think I think.

I take a deep breath. I feel a backpack on my shoulders.

It's full of memories.

I move on.

Stopping the Godmodder isn't that easy. I could do it here... but it wouldn't be worth it to anyone outside of here.

For the first time, I set out on my own, of my own free will.

I'm free. Freer than I've ever known.

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I find myself back at the final battle. I let go of a deep breath and deep weight.

I see before me the Pure Cleric. She looks lost in thought. I walk up to her.

"For some reason, I feel like I've been thinking about something for a while." She says honestly before giving a small laugh. I guess I'm confused. Better not do anything, lest I damage myself..."

"Hey... can I ask of you a favor?"

She looks to me to see my pleading eyes.

"I... I have a creation. A daughter. If I win... she'll live. If John loses, she'll live. So... I need to ask two favors, because even if we win... I won't make it past the end."

She notices my cough, but I hold up my hand. "Confusion, remember. You'd hurt yourself in the process. And I think I've taken too much damage anyway. I'm living on borrowed time."

"... what do you want me to do?"

"When the confusion passes.... leave this final battlefield. The Godmodder's powers make real things now. You're real. You should go." I look at her eyes, the same color as D.I.G.I.'s. "And... could you take care of my daughter for me? The entity, D.I.G.I.? Could you please help her?"

The Pure Cleric thought and sought an answer in herself. Then, she 'remembered' the first conversation. A real fabrication, for the contents are real, but due to how the Actions here are set up, this came after the escape Action by necessity.

Then, the final Action kicks in as I give her a cocky look, but without my shades this time.

"C'mon, I know you're the best. Will you do it for me?"

And that's it.

She's charmed.

She agrees, and that is that. In the EoTB, her Confusion will wear off... and she'll leave the battlefield, to help D.I.G.I., and then from there to choose who needs help in a less pure, but more satisfactory way.

And that, will be that.

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Action Summary:

Action 1: Find the strength to leave the Lotus Hell.

Action 2: Confuse the Pure Cleric with a fabricated memory that might as well be real from the beginning of the post.

Action 3: Charm the Pure Cleric into leaving the field of Combat and removing the Godmodder of his RESOLUTE HEART ability!

Spoiler: Old message to GoldHero101

GoldHero101 Can you not kill the Resolute Heart Cleric? Pretty please? I have a plan to get my character out of his jam and take care of the Resolute Heart Cleric in one fell swoop.

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You wouldn't know it, because you walked away. But as you drew further from that old home... everything turned to dust. Slowly, it crumbled into nothing. It hadn't really been there at all to begin with, and Reality was simply updating things to their proper place. But... outside, there is something real. There's a lot of real people, and they're counting on you and all your fellow Players.

Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, the Pure Cleric is confronted with ugly truths. Forced to ask questions to which there is no good answer. Is she merely the generous, kind-hearted all-loving person she imagines herself as? Or a hypocrite and a fool, who cares more about appearing good than doing good?

...

Hahaha this is actually pretty easy for me
I point out to my friends the shark
And let them know am needed elsewhere

Besides am lame my friends(pretty much one person) know and accept this
So yay

Hmm but still
I go towards the beach, summon the shark then suplex it into the ground
Then walk off away from the sun set
And teleport as soon as i leave the line of sight

Edit: one more thing
Verrad has bullet hair lol
It is made from my power
I can use that

I smirk
Everything goes into darkness
(Not really, i just covered the camera)

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Your friends think you're lame, and pull out knives to stab you until you aren't lame anymore! However, after seeing you suplex the shark, they change their minds. Challenge complete!

The quiet watcher observes what he can see, only for something to bother him as he did so. He was a simple guard here, but he wasn't on the streets. He was above those he could see, which meant he had to be in a watchtower. Watchtowers weren't meant to observe the inside of towns, but the outsides to aid in defending against invaders. For a watchtower to be positioned with the sole purpose of watching the inside of somewhere, that meant he had to be in a prison. That said though, he wouldn't watch alone. No guard watched alone, for there was always someone to send off to alert others of what they could see. Yet, as he turned his head to tell the other guard to send word to the men below to handle the man he could see, the watchtower was dark, cold, empty. He didn't bother trying to climb down to pass the info along, instead leaning out of the edges of the tower to see the dark entrance leading up the tower. He was alone, which couldn't be.

He closed his eyes and sighed, his mind slowly working through the things he could remember, and some of the things he couldn't. He worked as a guard at... The Facility. He manned... The cameras. Something was trying to... Break something, instead of breaking in like what they were warned about. This had to be something else, something meant to distract, to let them through to the Bulwark. He didn't have time for this, not now. His mind went to the training he'd been through for these scenarios, for when the Beings twisted things to do whatever they wanted, and for the multiple events he'd stopped. He dissociated first, his mind refocusing and going over his thoughts as he did so for any signs of tampering anywhere in his mind, stripping them out as everything was aligned against outside intrusion. He then stood up and punched his jaw in an attempt to verify whether this was a mental trap or a dimensional one, the two most common variations in these traps. The pain he felt from his jaw before he spat out one of his many incisors told him everything he needed, his hand sliding into his coat to grasp his vest's controls, only to feel nothing. He apparently already had to use its effects to counter something, which meant he needed to do something mildly more drastic.

His hand reached for his official knife, ignoring the ghostly one he felt resting above the real one as his mind indicated its existence. He pulled it out, walked over to the nearest wall, and carefully cut a rectangle into it large enough to be a door, ignoring the blue glow that appeared through the cracks as he did so. He jabbed the knife into it right where the doorknob would be on a normal door before twisting, an eldritch click occurring as he pushed. The stone wall opened up, revealing a closet filled with all sorts of weapons, armor pieces, and technical gadgets that certainly couldn't exist, since it wasn't visible on the other side of the wall before now. He reached in, ignoring everything beyond a very specific device, and pulled out a small remote that wouldn't be out of place in a gaming convention. He closed the impossible door, twisting the knife back into its original position before withdrawing it, the blue light fading as the wall fell inwards, revealing nothing beyond the open air on the other side of it. He began to type on the controller, inserting a code meant to be used in the event of something throwing them into the numerous other existences out there. Reality flickered for a moment, but nothing else changed. The quiet watcher glared at the device before his attention was drawn back to the man that was visible in the streets outside despite the fact it was a dark night, picking a lock on a building that his mind told him was abandoned even now. He felt his face twitch before his body's position changed.

His legs spread themselves, his arms shifting backwards as he aimed. He felt his feet move as the arm holding the device stretched backwards, almost touching the other wall of the watchtower. His arm moved as his shoulder rotated, launching the worthless device outwards at high speeds towards its target, feeling a mild sense of vindication as he did so. The door exploded inwards as the device impacted the wood, blowing it off its hinges as he felt happiness at the device's destruction. He ignored the man's reactions as he planned on how he would be getting back to wherever he had been, for they didn't matter to him. After all...

He may be a guard, but he wasn't truly the guard for this town.

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Destroying the door, you prepare to leave, but then, you feel a hand on your shoulder...

Ahem. I am from IA. That was a test, dear watcher. As you know, we regularly send in false thieves to determine how guards-

You wrest your shoulder away. This is nonsense. You have no time!

You feel two hands grip your chest, and pull you closer...

As punishment, you will be administered a controlled shock...

You feel a sudden pain. You are now Moderately Injured! Blindly, you shove the agent off and sprint away! Footsteps erupt behind you, but you manage to evade your pursuers and return to the battlefield!

Challenge... escaped.

"JOHN! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT YOU MADE ME DO THIS!" I cast an autorevive spell on all 10 of the baby dragons that will activate after 10 seconds, then put them to sleep. I then spend the next little while looking at my soul, making sure that, if the autorevive doesn't work, that I can at least bring them into my soul where they will be protected from the Godmodder, and they will be able to live on inside of me. I then open my eyes and drop 10,000 tons of granite on them. I remove the granite surrounding them, and put them on top of a comfortable bed. If they don't revive after a minute, I draw their souls into me. Either way, John will pay for this. Edit: Alastair gave me a better idea. I freeze the baby dragons in time for 5 minutes after hitting them with a hammer that only makes small bruises. This is brutal to the baby dragons, as they are young, and don't have the same life experience. They are also technically murdered because they have all of their bodily functions stop, which is what death means. After this is done, I proceed to give them all therapy.

WHAT IS THIS! EVERYONE ELSE HAD EASY OPTIONS, AND THEN I HAVE TO KILL 10 BABY DRAGONS! IS THIS REVENGE FOR ALL THE DAMAGE I DID?

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You "murder" the baby dragons, and leave them mewling! The challenge unlocks, and a door opens in the wall. You're allowed to leave, though something about the way the door opens feels... begrudging. You step outside with grim determination.

...yeah, Eyowe's facing down Krill13, the guy who put him into this situation. The latter, meanwhile does not know what just happened and why he's in front of Eyowe now. Shortly on, he realizes now what time it is. He looks up at Eyowe, who seems to be preparing his retribution for being sent into this place. Krill13 tries to tell Eyowe to ease up, to not take things too far, for it was all a joke. But Eyowe doesn't falter. He glows bright white, his appearance growing more divine, the choir part from the Halo theme plays, as his retribution comes close.

Then, it happens; he dabs, he t-poses, he cicada blocks, he default dances, he flosses, he performs all other Fortnite dances, he Minecraft sneak-and-jump-and-hit-the-air-dances, he dishes out a thousand dad jokes, he recites the Bee Movie script twice, the Navy Seal Copypasta thrice, he comes to make an announcement, he makes a call-out post on twitter dot com, he pisses on the moon, he performs all other dominating and roasting actions not yet mentioned, and finally, ends it in a Thanos-style fingersnap, all in one second.

Krill13 is utterly devastated, he is now socially defeated. He can no longer walk out into the public without at least a hundred people looking at him with disgust, or laughter, or worse, disgaughter. And it'll probably last for like, 2 weeks.

Meanwhile, a crack in this separate realm forms thanks to Eyowe's action. This crack just so happens to lead back into the battlefield, and Eyowe indeed uses it to get back.

I, on the other hand, am just watching this happen while narrating it too. I mean, I'm not Krill13, I'm just a narrator hired to narrate Eyowe's part in this war.

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Krill13 makes a big show of being devastated! Yes, there is definitely no need to use enormous physical violence, because Krill13 is SOCIALLY defeated! Revenge!

Eyowe returns. Challenge complete!

Well these ain't the Urists I'm used to commanding! Well, I'll think of something.... Hmm, seems the Urist can secrete a wide variety of certain compounds. Time to study my chemistry!

After a while of studying, I know all I need to know and make my decision. I order all the urists to begin producing moderate amounds of [2,3-diethyl]5-hydroxycetylunobtanium phlebotiniumperoxysulfate. This technically-metastable compound is largely harmless and inert in most living sentient being. However, in the presence of extremely high levels of power (such as, say, those found in a Godmodder's body), the compound becomes violently explosive.

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KA-BOOM!

Challenge complete.

Damage to the Godmodder! Healing pulse!

To be a Player is not to wait patiently. To be a Player is to seek out the current Godmodder and do one's best to slay them.
To be a Player is not to accept the obstacles that prevent one from achieving the above goal. To be a Player is to overcome them whenever possible.
To be a Player is to attack the Godmodder. Failing that, it is to sidestep the obstacles in one's way. Failing that, it is to plow straight through.

I have no unnecessary patience. I will not wait in this room for one subjective second longer than I have to.

Using YOREHAMMER POWER, I destroy the room, bypassing any defenses it may have. Then, with nothing to bar my way, I return to the battlefield.

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You try to activate YOREHAMMER POWER! It doesn't work because your Player Powers are gone. BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER! YOU WILL OVERCOME!

You slam your head into the wall repeatedly! One time! Ten times! A hundred times! A thousand times! A million times! ONE BILLION TIMES! You shatter it, and leave! Challenge complete! But you now have a mild concussion and are slightly injured.

Seeing as Winkins is still buried in paperwork and cant afford to stress over the extra work on his table from the scheduling of extra workers being added into a project that he's trying not to think about, he remains oblivious to the realm about him and continues to work on the project.

The Bot that has replaced him for the past few turns simply lays out its options, aside from its main directive at simply throw attacks at the Godmodder.
1. Stay trapped in the sewers.
2. Pick a tunnel.
3. Leave realm.
4. Attack the Godmodder There's no 4th option.

It picks to leave, poofing in the air along with Winkins and his desk.

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The bot tries to leave. However, it senses a wall. A "immediately deal three tiers of injury damage" wall. Shall it force past the wall?

FOCUS:

Scott but it's a girl tensed— more metaphorically than literally, seeing how actually tensing up could potentially be classified as "movement," and therefore considered illegal in whatever backwards prison the Godmodder has conjured up for her. And yes, it was a prison. How stupid did the Godmodder think he was? It wasn't like Scott but it's a girl had been born yesterday. (It was more like a few weeks ago. But that was more than enough time to wizen up to the tricks of society.) Scott but it's a girl suppressed the urge to shiver at the hot breath against her neck, her unknown assailant making its presence very clear. She thought about the instructions she'd been given. "Take two steps backwards, make no other movements, and you'll be back where you're supposed to be." Back where she's supposed to be... Scott but it's a girl meditated in infinite solitude on these words, and she came to her own conclusion.

She wasn't supposed to be on this final battlefield. She wasn't supposed to be in a rapidly-decaying reality, with stars in her eyes and wind in her hair. She wasn't supposed to be kicking bubblegum and chewing ass. She wasn't supposed to be wrapped up in the Godmodder's schemes, fighting for something she was barely a part of. No. She was supposed to be dead. Scott but it's a girl was living on borrowed time. She was a player, yes, but one hijacked into existence by the machinations of two other powerful players. Ones who could have fought for themselves, but chose to give up their souls in her stead. Her creation was a debt imposed onto the fabric of this war, and it was one that had to be repaid. Scott but it's a girl knew, clearly, and from the moment of her inception, that she would die a glorious, beautiful death, and she would return to the absence from which she was taken. So, if she took two steps backwards... She would die. Even if whatever was behind her wasn't a trap and didn't immediately kill her, she would be taken to where she was supposed to be. And she was supposed to be nowhere. Which meant that no matter what happened, if Scott but it's a girl obeyed that command, she was gone.

But she wasn't ready to die yet. Even if she wasn't meant to be fighting alongside this assortment of players that had forged their own destinies, it didn't change the fact that her parents had created her so that she could make them proud. She'd already damaged the Godmodder multiple times. And Scott but it's a girl was lying to herself if she said she wasn't interested in seeing if she could keep that streak going. The words of encouragement from Moniker give Scott but it's a girl a steely resolve. Now wasn't the time to retreat. Now was the time to advance. To change her fate, and to ensure that when she died, she would go out in the greatest fireworks show that Reality had ever seen. One that would, even with God not in his heaven, ensure that all was right with the world.

Scott but it's a girl took two steps forward, grabbed ahold of the fairy, turned it into Navi, and then turned it into an ocarina. With it, she played a song that sounded different to anyone, but invariably reminded them of their earliest memory. She warped out of the black chamber in a flash.

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Whatever was breathing behind you lunges - but its too late! You begin playing an ocarina song, immediately pausing the game! A giant paw awkwardly hovers only inches away from your face, clearly about to unleash a devastating attack when it unpauses - but it'll be too late then! You warp back to where you WANT to be - the battlefield.

"Bwhahaha, I succeeded! I accomplished something. I'm sorry Godmodder, but it app-"

Huh.

Endless, eternal growth. Become so vast and indomitable that no foe can harm me nor slay my entities. Continue to welcome more entities to this 'family', where they can be safe and secure despite the nearby conflict. Oh, that sounds so wonderful...

Yet...I can not do it.

Such conditions would prevent my entities from growing, from becoming more than a series of stats whose personalities exist only as long as I maintain them. They'd all become akin to the Deleter in that environment. Immensely powerful, amazing and merely empty shells guided by my will.

I...

I...

I can't do that to them.

Combat to end the threat of the Godmodder (and making sure to be ready if the Players also become a threat beyond the HEXAGONAFIELD) will hurt. It will take a flaming stake and stab it into my heart every time a entity...no, a friend dies but...they won't grow into real beings under a management system of escalation and snowballing techniques. Keeping them under me, keeping them from acting in any way that'd cause them harm...makes me worst than the Godmodder. I won't become an eternal puppet master, having so many lifeless puppets on my strings.

As Rotaz once said, "What is life without challenge?"

Admittedly, he was sarcastically referring to when my entities had food and water mechanics forced upon them put those words still ring with truth. Eternal neutrality won't help anyone. Even if my entities didn't suffer this risk of never developing...what about Reality?

What right do I have to turn my eye from anything that happens to others? I...have to accept that sometimes action not for me is needed. Actions that benefit more than myself or my entities, actions that may fail. Actions that only help those I'll never know...the Godmodder is a threat and how can I do nothing.

If any of my entities truly become more, how can I face them and say, "Oh, Reality's devastated. Well...I could have done something but...I felt eternal entity escalation was more important than everyone else."

It's an impossible choice but the answer oh so cruelly shines clear. I must act. I must accept the losses.

Now is the time for this [N] army to begin actively fighting against the Godmodder (and force Players into binding treaties if needed. AGers can never be trusted when they're dealing with filthy Neutrals).

Hopefully death will take before I can look back and feel endless sorrow.

Click to shrink...

You order the [N] army to protect their favorite Reality to live in - Reality!

And in doing so, you solve the Secret Test of Character! Yes, it was only a test all along!

(Pretend to be surprised, these character tests can be really temperamental!)

'Well they say the only easy day was yesterday.' I think to myself as I survey the situation I have found myself in. Making sure to keep the hulking entity in my peripheral vision I look around the Battlefield. I see that the field seems to stretch on forward and behind into forever with the mouldering piles of bodies of countless lives lost, As well as scorched out remains of millions of war machines. I thing I do notice that when from side to side is that after about a mile or so is the bodies and war machines seem to stop at almost a invisible borderline. Past the Border there seems to be no bodies or ruined machines past that line, Kind of like a background in a video game that is meant to give the illusion of more map space in the game but preventing players from leaving the map. 'I wonde-' I begin to think to myself when suddenly the Entity blocking my way forwards apparently grow tired of waiting for me to make the first move and went on the attack.

Having been keeping it in my peripheral vision I saw it coming and I am able to leap out of the way and with a roll I am to it's right. 'Hmm, Well I am going to experiment to see If what I am thinking is correct.' I looking back at the creature I see that is as already turn to face me and is getting ready to attack again. Deciding not to give it the chance I start running not forwards or backwards but to the right and towards where I think the invisible border is with the creature in hot pursuit.

After about 10 minutes of running and dodging dozens of attacks from the entity. I start getting close to where I am wanting to go. As I get closer I see fewer and fewer bodies and destroyed machines. As I dodge another attack from my purser by rolling foreword I suddenly find myself banging into a wall head first. "Ow!" I say aloud and rub my head and I look at what I hit my head against. Looking where I hit my head I see nothing and it looks like there should still be plenty of map to keep running through. Quickly bringing my left hand forward I feel physical force against my hand. 'Alright I found my invisible wall. Which means I have a idea on how to escape.' I think to myself as I stand up and turn to face the entity that had been chasing my this whole time.

Looking at it I see that it has stopped for the moment as it is catching it breath from having to run for around 10 minutes straight in a attempt to catch me. I can see that it is massive and could probably crush a tank with it's body weight alone. Exactly what I need. Closing my eyes for a moment I focus all of my energy into my wish. 'I wish for a shield that so long as I am holding onto it I cannot come to harm!'
Suddenly in a flash of red light a small translucent buckler shield appears in my hands. 'A bit smaller then I was hoping for but hopefully it will do.' I think to myself as I look at the buckler shield. Just as I finish my thought I see the Creature seems to have caught it's breath and is rearing up to slam itself against me.

Quickly I tighten the grip on the buckler and press myself against the invisible wall and hold the buckler in front of me towards the creature. 'I hope this works!' I think to myself as the hulking entity brings it's whole body mass against me to try and crush me. With a resounding pound I find myself being press tighter and tighter against the invisible wall as the creature presses as hard as it can to crush me to death. But for the moment the buckler is doing it's job of letting no harm come to me. The pressure from the to opposing forces that I am stuck in between keep increasing as I am press tighter into the invisible barrier until finally what I hoped and needed to happen happened and I find myself pushed past the invisible wall and I fall out of the bounds of the map.

Standing up I look at the invisible wall and the creature that had unwitting let me get past it. The entity is now clawing at the barrier looking frustrated that it is being blocked by something it cannot see or get past. I smirk a little and give a two finger salute before then looking at my surroundings. I can quickly tell that the is a drop in texture quality on the other side of the invisible wall probably because no one was never meant to be here which might that the there probably was not much further to go. Ignoring the roars of impotent rage from the creature on the other side of the wall I wall foreword into the outside map area. Seeing the texture quality get worse and worse as I move in until finally I found straight line with nothing beyond it just a empty blackness. 'Well this is what I was looking for. Either this will get me out and back to dealing with John Smith or I will be royally fucking myself over. Well nothing ventured nothing gained.' I think to myself as I step over the threshold and suddenly find myself falling.

As I fall into the pitchless black void I for a brief moment see the entire map from underneath it. The thousands of miles, the billions of bodies, the millions of destroyed war machines, all of it. But the further I fall into the pit the more all of these things disappear from view until there nothing left. (3 CP used)

Spoiler: OOC: To give a visual of what I am doing

Click to shrink...

Somehow, someway, you do it. The false HEXAGONAFIELD, something you weren't supposed to question, has its artificiality abruptly and rudely revealed as you stumble and begin falling, falling, and falling! There seems to be nothing... anywhere. Just as you think you're going to fall forever, you feel your full power and might return. In a flash of blue light, you're back with your trusted allies. The Godmodder stands before you all.

Verraad: How... How did so many of you return?

Verraad: I designed those challenges SO carefully... and now, almost all of you are back!

Verraad: Why!? You should have been trapped forever!

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The Pure Cleric steps towards the Players!

Pure Cleric: ...I'm sorry, Players. I understand, now. I'll leave this fight to you!

Pure Cleric: Please! Accept this blessing!

The Pure Cleric casts ALLHEAL! All Players are restored one injury level upwards! The Pure Cleric also bestows Resolute Heart abilities! Players now have the power of Resolute Heart and can use it in their attacks!

Pure Cleric non-violently dealt with!

The Leprechaun, still Godmodder-aligned and ready to rumble, gives you his NEXT CHALLENGE! He bets on a HORSE RACE! Six horses line up around a perfectly circular track. ready to run 3 laps! The Leprechaun bets on Horse 3, the most average horse of the bunch! The other horses are lined up in order of strength - Horse 1 is the weakest, smallest, and slowest, and Horse 6 is the biggest, strongest, and fastest!

With a bang, the Horses begin running! Immediately, five horses of the six trip! As you can guess, Horse 3 is the one that doesn't trip! Help ensure that Horse 3 doesn't win!

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Verraad's powers are returning. You can sense them building. Soon, he'll regain full control over God and Satan's abilities, and then... it'll all be over. But for now...

Godmodder Actions 1-3: The Godmodder heals himself for 3 HP! He's preparing to dig in for these last 4 turns!

Godmodder Actions 4-5: Using the last Legendary Weapon Power available to him, the Godmodder activates INFINILEAF CLOVER and curses Alastair, Eternalstruggle, and pope with BAD LUCK! Immediately, the three of them get three separate phone calls! Its a divorce lawyer informing them that not only have their wives cheated on them, their kids have cheated on them, too! All are immediately SERIOUSLY INJURED! ...Emotionally. And physically.

Player Actions 1-3: The Godmodder must put ALL his Player Power into his very final, ultimate Combat Operandi! It shall be the last send-off for Reality! Be prepared! Or better yet, be dead!

CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 130% + Yorehammer + Resolute Heart!
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal
[AG]DragonOfHope
[AG]Daskter (Slightly injured!)(Challenge)
[AG]Eyowe
[AG]Strider
[AG]Gnich
[AG]Crusher
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci
[AG]DanganMachin
[AG]Captain.cat
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)(Slightly injured!)(Challenge)
[AG]Eternalstruggle(Seriously Injured!)
[AG]ThatRandomGuy
[AG]Alastair Dragovich(Seriously Injured!)
[AG]Piono(Moderately Injured!)
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz (Slightly injured!)(Challenge)
[N+2]CaptainNZZZ
[AG]General_Urist (Slightly injured!)
[AG]GoldHero101 (has fragment of HOPE!)
[AG]Karpinsky
[AG]The Quiet Watcher(Slightly Injured!)
[AG]JOEbob (Slightly injured!)
[AG]Cephalos Jr.
[AG]Bill Nye
[AG]Ranger Strider
[AG]Winkins(Challenge)
[AG]The_Two_Eternities
[AG]Torix
[AG]Scott But Its a Girl(TwinBuilder + Victory by Ablation)
[AG]pope(Seriously Injured!)


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Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Final Combat Operandi in 1!
Seriously Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 4!

Leprechaun: 25% HP! Special: Game of Chance: 0/0, Wielding Infinileaf Clover Replica! Defeat by solving games of chance!

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Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator
Godmodder Soul Orb

 

[Its_a_cauldron_plot!]

I send my newly created Orks on a might WWAAGGHH against the Godmodder or any of his allies, them being armed with the guns, armor, and mighty boom boxes I created. And the energy field allows that the more of them get in a certain spot, and the louder they are, the harder they are to kill.

I then throw another moon at him.

 

[Paradoxdragonpaci]

(x3)I invoke the Sacred Land Arts of Healing, and invoke the Key yo good Health, healing up pope,EternalStruggle and Alastair

 

[pionoplayer]

I chuckle as I return. Remember the ultracharge I gave the Godmodder two rounds back?
And how it ended at Megacharge?

It was actually secretly a NEGACHARGE, and negates a portion of his health bar, removing the hit point he gained from stealing the megacharge and taking another one with it as they run off to elope together.

(please help I keep not being able to think of good attacks)

 

[The quiet watcher]

Firstly, the quiet watcher idly notes that the third horse is doing pretty well, though as it got further and further without issue, he smiled. As it finally began to falter as the toxic locoweeds it had been fed earlier were finally showing their effects, making it slow down and behave erratically from the plant's chemicals influencing its head and body. He turned away from the race as he instead focused on the Godmodder.

Pure pain can make a lot of difference in terms of focus. When channeling nigh-overpowered forces, such a thing easily causes everything to end rather horribly, for a single moment of misfocus can lead to all that power hitting the one channeling it instead of its intended target. This was why, as he was focusing all of his power into one final attack, the quiet watcher took advantage of the Godmodder's focus being aimed elsewhere to give his brain a migraine, one focused on the overwhelming nature of his feeling of touch at that. Combined with everything the Godmodder was wearing and touching, it was extremely distracting. The quiet watcher then used a fragment of the Yorehammer's power as he ran his rough, calloused hands down the Godmodder's arms before he could react, sending overwhelming levels of pain into his skull as every sensation tied to it drove itself into the Godmodder's mind in an unstoppable wave of blinding pain, making it so he wished he could simply blast himself to get rid of the sensations as they overpowered his senses.

 

[Karpinskaya]

1x action: Did I stutter?

Not to be rude, but I did say I step away from the game. Whatever it takes.

2x action: Thinking quickly, I swap the identifying gear, as well as the jockeys, between Horse 3 and Horse 4. Now it's Horse 4 that is in the lead, and Horse 3 that has tripped. Also, I bribe the race officials, sports broadcasters, and bookies to act as though the new Horse 3 was always Horse 3 and to treat all old bets for Horse 3 as bets for the current Horse 3.

 

[WHM Sukamia]

I bring out the big guns. And by that, I mean a massive spaceship with big guns on it. Using this spaceship, I slap the Godmodder on the brain while the guns shoot at him. I continuously do this until he is 7 feet under the ground, and has his brain turned into spaghetti. And no, you can't escape this, because Godmodder decoys don't have a brain, and neither does anything else you can switch out with. Nothing has the Godmodders brain, other than the Godmodder/ Therefore, this will always hit the Godmodder.