Defeat The Godmodder

[Alastair Dragovich]

A mortal action is needed? SCREW IT! FOR THE CAUSE!!.
I draw every last drop of strength I have.... and push it into my comrades
fight.... WIN..... Remember.... me......

Click to shrink...

As I feel my tongue loosen, I cry out.

"Raaaaannngeeerrrr! YOU ASSHOLE NO!"

But it's too late. I drop to myknees and pound the floor in helpless anger.

"John Smith... damn it..." Images of everyone else that has died flash through my mind. "DAMN IT."

What could I do? What could we do?

Wait.

There was one way we could get out of this alive, maybe.

"Everyone! We might be able to negate this if we use the collective power of our Resolute Heart abilities and Infinileaf Clover abilities via vote use. But to stop something of this magnitude... it might sacrifice them. So vote! Vote and let their power save us, so no one else has to die!"

There's two votes I propose.

1: Sacrifice the Resolute Heart powers to negate the final Combat Operandi!
2: Sacrifice the Infinileaf Clover powers to negate the final Combat Operandi!

I give it solid odds that each one might be enough to negate 1/3rd of the Mortal Action requirements for saving everyone from death. Of course, given the Resolute Heart's power, it alone might be enough to save us all.

However, this is a vote. As long as enough people vote to sacrifice either one, they'll be sacrificed to save us. If neither have enough votes, then neither will be used...

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Free Action: Start 2 votes!

Vote to Sacrifice Resolute Heart powers!
Vote to Sacrifice Infinileaf Clover powers!

 

[The_Nonexistent_Tazz]

Everyone is pretty much in the grave. Everyone. ITs a miracle people can even talk and that's probably because of Player Powers.

Leah's struggling to get up, as she does. The Anti-Player Bullet has clearly taken a toll. She has never known when to quit, right? Things never change, it seems. Omniglot has more in common with a pile of scrap than normal.

"Operator. Please wait."

"Nnn... Nnn... Nnn... Nnno." Leah spurts out. Her breath is pained.

"I cannot recommend moving in our current state."

"Llll... Let... Me..."

"... As you wish."

And she crawls. She crawls, right over to Piono, of all possible people. "... We... We did... Good, right?" She asks. "... Let... Let me..."

Piono doesn't really get the time to see what she wants-by the time she's vocalized it she's already got her hands on it. The Shadow Agitator. Trembling violently, for some reason. She doesn't know why, and she barely even knows that it was prior to her taking it. Why she didn't just pull it up on her own power is a mystery to all.

"... Let me do the honors."

And then abruptly Leah stands up like she wasn't even harmed at all.

...Wait.

Miraculously, she wasn't harmed at all, and is not hurt in the slightest. She's covered in dirt, sure. But dirt-even Anti-Player dirt-is hardly going to be the death of Leah, of all the assembled.

Blinks are exchanged across all present, except Omniglot who, logically, has no eyelids. (OK, and also exempting everyone else without eyelids.)

"... I was never a Player. Omniglot held that power... I never did. Not directly. Feels strange to say, now."

"He... He's been with me. He's been helping me. I'm not sure if he could've done it all on his own but he let me have his power. I don't quite get why. I know what lead up to it but... I don't feel like I've earned it at all. That's why the Godmodder didn't feel anything right when he absorbed my soul at the bank of actions, because it was only when Omniglot followed me in that he got anything. I was basically just... Not even an entity, really... Something like it? I can't even explain. But, the point is-an Anti-Player Bullet isn't going to be kryptonite to me. I mean, granted. It's still a bullet. But its why I can stand and move right now, if that's all I can. I'm pretty sure he's already calculated for my death, but I don't think that in all of his millions of contingencies, that he figured that I was just... Not a player? Kind of stupid... And right now, I guess in a funny way, in a party of people literally ordained by god to have ultimate power, I guess the one person who only ever got it by proxy being here is nothing short of ultimate karma for you... Or, maybe this is just some weird player-power thing that I'm doing without even knowing why. Honestly, at this point, I've stopped questioning things."

Leah raises the Shadow Agitator up high.

"I don't know what this is going to do. But... I remember how you've always won. Others do too. They're kinda tired of it."

 

[Torix]

[Focus - BUFFMAGEDDON: Finale]

Snip*

Immediately, all the defense buffs take effect immediately. Defense Up, Reflect, Mirror Polish, Harden, and Protect form a solid shield of a clear substance, allowing me to shield an attack from practically anything. Invincibility flat out remains as a backup, although it kinda makes the rest of these useless. And that's just if they hit me... which in itself, good luck with that. Invisibility, Vanish, and Image form a sea of Torix images around the godmodder, while keeping me - the real one, missing. Aeroga, Float, and Blink work together to basically allow me to fly and teleport, the veil of winds lifting me off my feet and enhancing mobility for every single clone. Auto Life and Regen stand at the ready, and I keep the Inverted Debuff waiting for the time to use it. Surrounded by a sea of nearly impossible to hit clones, John Smith is left confused and frightened in the eye of the storm, thanks to Howl, and feels his Godmodding Abilities begin to shrink under the sheer storm of debuffs imposed upon him and his team - for they are the enemies.

Next, the utility buffs. Speed Up, Haste, and Agility all increase speed, allowing me to do even more with the actions I'm given. BUFF and Rebuff all give the buffs even more power, and Shoe Shine makes all the clone's shoes very, very shiny. The Godmodder is blinded by the sheer shine and even weirder, he feels several other powers of his fade. The ability to nope this due to the OP Scale Raise throws his original plan, forcing him to scramble for a different counter. Finally, Faith takes effect. The friends standing behind me, and Alastair putting his Faith into me to successfully carry out this attack... force the limits of this attack to stretch yet higher. Filled with the abilities and buffs to make a stand, everything begins to come to a point. Narrative Convenience, Clear, and the Buff along with it's very concept remain to be used at a later date.

End snip*

Click to shrink...

I've been beaten to the ground. My mortally wounded self, is laying on the ground. Now, you may be asking how we got here. In a nutshell, reused attacks suck.
But then... four of the buffs from several turns ago flicker into existence yet again, having not been activated earlier.

Though the glow effects caused by them are suppressed, Verradd stares in disbelief as he notices the attack.
After Ranger's Mortal Action, he was expecting another sacrifice... not this! No! John Smith has won, and the Players are dying and bleeding out!

I manage to get up, and take a knee. Verradd stares at the Mortally Wounded marker, and watches it shrink. Down to Critical, then Serious, then Moderate, and all the way back up to Not Injured. The now clearly defined aura of the Inverted Debuff surrounds me fully, as I'm restored to full health. Toxic dirt is a poison, poison's a debuff, and the inverted debuff... well, it means I'm not poisoned.

The Godmodder shouts defiantly. NO! This won't happen, not on his watch! A barrage of attacks launches towards me. The dust cloud raised from the explosion makes the results unclear, until it does clear. The aura of Invincibility, glowing rainbow, emanates from the cloud as I walk out unscathed. Purposefully, calmly, and methodically, I walk towards Piono. Attack after attack supposedly hits, only to be negated by this one mere status effect.

Right in front of Verradd's hopeless attacks, I proceed to cast CLEAR. Combined with the abilities of the Resolute Heart, the buff's abilities are amplified... clearing all of my allies of any Negative Status effect that they may have. And even better? Narrative Convinience. Quoting myself again... Moniker cannot stop this. Nobody can. As the last vestiges of the Invincibility buff fade away, along with the other remnants of the buffs, the Godmodder's worst nightmare comes true.

"His Final Combat Operandi is defeated.
The Players are still alive, and to top it off, well.
Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me...

How do you DARE and try and come back from this?"

If Leah has failed to reach Piono... I hand the Shadow Agitator to her, and lend her help.

[Vote - Sacrifice the Resolute Heart.]
[Free Action - Give the Shadow Agitator to Leah, if she can't reach it.]

 

[GoldHero101]

"No... not yet."

3 ACTION FOCUS - Gold gets up... heavily weakened. "I'm not done yet... ***hole." Woah Gold, language! "Heh... never thought I'd have to use this." Gold pulls out a golden vote box... and decides to sacrifice the resolute heart in a blaze of glory. "Shattering the Heart will cause a massive life surge... it might just give us the boost we need. Also, big guy, I'm pretty sure you HAVE to get me out of this for this to be canon." Touche.

 

[CaptainNZZZ]

The Godmodder does a triple-twist flip, ending with him upside down, still aiming his gun forwards. The beauty of it causes Eternalstruggle, CaptainNZZZ, and The_Quiet_Watcher to cry so hard they take dehydration damage.

*snip*

[N+2]CaptainNZZZ (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)

Click to shrink...

Fortunately, the Godmodder forgot to be prepared to double tap. I mean, really, 'the attack that instantly kills you and there isn't anything you can do about it'? Merely flavor text. After all, if the first half about it being an insta-death has been proven false, the second half is just as unfounded.

The crying, dehydrated CaptainNZZZ suddenly is obscured from view after the strike hits and, after the the cloud fades, a crying log can be seen where the Player once was. All thanks to the power of prep work:

Next, I prepare the Substitution Jutsu. Now I'm be saved from the next damage as I swap places with a wooden log. The log takes the attack and I appear where the log previously was, a location suitably far away to be safe. I will continue my undamaged state! (x1)

Click to shrink...

You prepare substitution jutsu!

Click to shrink...

And even if that wasn't enough, such a large scale attack from such a being so far beyond an entity - the Godmodder - would have triggered a fun little defensive measure. Something so stealthy even this plane of nothingness's fairly effective item stripping property wouldn't have noticed. Something so stealthy that only something as grandiose as the Godmodder unleashing a truly epic attack would trigger it. Something that is still effective even if the 'there isn't anything you can do about it' is accurate given that its creator is the Best Bird of this entire thread.

The glorious stealthy attack redirector!

(Yes, I once made myself a stealthy attack redirector. I'm not sorry.)

Like the Neutral Player who made the Temporal Guardian I am, I carefully reach into the time stream. Specifically, I'm finding and isolating the Ore of Orichalcum, yanking it forward in time to my presence existence. As the Ore of Orichalcum was one of the many items left behind when this Finale began, there's no temporal shenanigans to carefully navigate around. It's as simple as coming in contact with the Player inventory was everyone disappeared and pulling the chosen item to me.

It's far easier than some of my previous alterations from time such as moving attacks in time or granting powers of time to entities. An item snatch and grab to fulfill my Filthy Neutral status.

Plus, if I can't quite get it the Yorehammer power will help me reach, letting my actions bypass whatever defenses this plane as in regards to reaching beyond it. (x1)

Hmmm...how about a personal attack shield? You know, for old times sakes. (x1)

 

[Paradoxdragonpaci]

(Free)I vote to sacrifice them both

(x3)As the Shadow of Death passes over all of us, I invoke the Archangel's Salvation and summon Mercy's Staff in Valkyrie Mode, using this, I heal myself and as many other people as possible.

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

"WAAAAAAAAAAAIT!" I cry out, pointing to John Smith! "YOU HAVE PLAYER ACTIONS! YOU'RE ALSO A PLAYER! FIRE THAT BULLET AND YOU DIE TOO!"

John sweats. 'He's right! I can't fire my attack now! Not without killing myself too!'

His ultimate attack turned into a nuclear option in an instant! Not even an instant! Just a quirk of sheer logic!

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Free Action: Point out that John Smith is now also a Player and will kill himself by the rules of his attack.

 

[Exoskeletal65]

I vote to sacrifice the Resolute Heart.

All actions:
I reattach my limbs and stagger to my feet, coughing blood.

"Really, that's your grand finale? A 360 noscope?" I cough. "You've got to me joking. Sniper rifles don't even factor into the meta anymore..."

I drop to one knee, my hands tightening into fists.

"Everybody's raving about the M4A1 and the 725 in this day and age." I hiss in pain, continuing through clenched teeth, "You won't get anywhere with... what is that, an Intervention?"

I clutch at my chest. "As soon as you touch the ground, you'll get dusted by a claymore, just you wait and see!" I cough violently as I sink lower to the floor.

"That being said, I'm really banking on you getting a hitmarker..."

I point at the godmodder defiantly, "But even if I die here, you're going down! "

With those words, I force myself to stand again, with what remains of my power blazing in my hands.

(this is not a mortal action, just story text)

 

[Redrover1760]

Action 1: Using time powers, I ensure Crusher's actions this turn effects occur before anyone starts committing any mortal actions. (If he is healed before his post is read, its still not a mortal action)

Oh, Hi, I'm back. Here to ensure reality doesn't destroy itself like everyone is trying to make it do so. Lets begin the dance.

Focus 2x: Impossible.

Oh no! Godmodder! Impossible! How have you managed to do this to us! You've created a situation where the players are completely helpless! That bullet is going to bounce off the atoms and kill all the players!

Or is it? Density = Mass/Volume. Bullets that can be reasonally picked up in a hand? That means the volume of the bullets described is about the size of something a hand that can pick up! But, how! That doesn't make sense! The bullets are supposed to Ricochet off of Atoms! How can bullets do that if they have to be less dense than atoms! No, its not impossible. It simple, in fact! They simply have very little mass in order to maintain the density to ricochet off of atoms... But how can it kill players if its so not-dense! It can't be because its so fast, because then it wouldn't ricochet off the atoms properly, instead it'd just get flattened against the atom due to their lack of mass in order for them to be able to ricochet off the atoms in the first place!

The Godmodder pulls out a box of special ammo. Eyowe, Strider626, and DanganMachin read the writing on the sides - it's "kill Players in one hit" ammo!

Ah, an answer! I knew it, it is the dreaded Anti-Playerium! A material found in the deepest the void I took to the liberties of exploring after I gave up! Maybe its not that, but I'm pretty sure!

So, I simply roll a thousand random number generators (Infinileaf clover) with the biggest numbers imaginable to determine the exact locations to throw a thousand non-player anything fabric-type bullet proof vests that I stole from Earth and are so undense you can't ricochet off them, but with enough material to easily catch every bullet in mid-air within them, catching them midair! And since the Godmodder will try to interfere with my scheme, or if the bullets start shooting before I get enough of the bullet proofs vests around I go back in time. Every, single, time:

Dooming many different timelines that would have failed anyway! Every time I go back, I go and throw a different vest at a different location, with perfect sync. Either way, with too many doomed timelines later, But, this doesn't work. Probability determines who has the doomed timeline and who doesn't. With the power of the Infinileaf clover, none of our timelines with the Infinileaf clover are the doomed ones. Its a paradox, but it just works. I'd rather deal with a paradox than be in a doomed timeline. rip selves thx alot. If necessary just cast off the infinileaf clover if you are doomed if the alternative is paradoxical destruction of everything because time is kaput or some nonsense.

Finally, if the Godmodder for some dumb reason makes me mortally wounded before the Godmodder can even act in turn, I just randomly forget to block a bullet that goes through the Godmodder, as he is now a player, shockingly enough. Shouldn't be a problem though. Through my extended mortal action power, I go ahead and guide the bullet along and ensure the Godmodder is hit by the bullet before the Godmodder can say "NANI" and to ensure this conditional doesn't backfire and make me use it if I'm not mortally wounded for my many alternative selves who performed this exact action with this mortal action, which at least one alternate self randomly decided by another Infinileaf Clover's random number roll will automatically do so if necessary according to a random number that is my favorite number being rolled out of infinity radical numbers. In addition, I'll use another fabric-type bullet proof vest to stop the bullet from where the Bullet comes out of the Godmodder to ensure it can't ricochet further.

 

[Gnich]

.....

...... i feel cold.

My throat feels like hell.

the dust went into my lungs and stomach.

I can't breathe

I can feel my intestines roiling

I gotta..........do something

I.... call.... for.....help

....

.....

but....
.....
...nobody
...came.....
.....

(RP)

edit: essentially forsaking any healing done by others for me so that others may be healed

 

[JOEbobobob]

[1 x]
Being healedhealthy, both due to the retroactive action Redrover supported, and due to the implausibility of my original source of injury a) harming me b) targetting me c) having a lasting effect or d) not stopping as soon as it had had any effect whatsoever, I roll over. Being face down on the floor was kinda unpleasant, actually.
After a moment, some grass grows under my head- the product of player powers. Setting the scene, making lying on my back more comfortable... It depends on who you ask. But, regardless.
I look up at the sky, and think about the long- I swear to- What keeps switching around my scripts! Come on, me! Be more properly disorganised! stop putting things in a binder so they end up in the wrong order! With a deep sigh, I gaze up at the sky.
"..."
"Hey, John, remember old times?"
"Things were better then. Before all of this. You wanted an interesting life, didn't you? But what kind of interest can you have, if everything is exactly as you expect it?"
"I suppose even killing players might have gotten boring after a while, with how stupid they were. But we weren't stupid. Even now, a modified god to the world before you, you haven't won."
"the wheels are ever in motion, the flames still burn, the feet still walk. The eyes still see and the mouth still speaks."
"I still remember old times."
"But hey, this is a bit more melancholic then the plan I had to start with! I'll start over, and read straight from the script this time, alright? Little upbeat little action before this battle ends, one way or another."
*Ahem*
"Hey, 'modder, remember old times?"
"Ok, there are a lot of things I could mean by that, I'll be more specific. I'm talkin' about when I sang things at you for various reasons."
"Here's another one! I didn't plan on it, but then I 'remembered' this song and it really fits this scenario. Sorta more from your prespective then mine, though. So, pretend this is you singing. In fact, I'll Pretend this is you singing! I'm pretty good at ventriloquism! especially since this is a text-based dialogue"
"Locked in constant battle."
"Always searching to no end"
"I wonder if this will last"
"Deep down I know it's all pretend"
(The Godmodders vision flickers, John remembering every time he lied, he pretended. It's all pretend, and he searched for the legendary weapons for so long, but- what if he fails, here?)
"I wanna take it back"
"But I can't deal with that"
"I need it taken away"
(thoughts bombard him as his vision normalizes. If he could have taken back all the betrayals- wouldn't it be better? Or if he could just take back this eternal onslaught on him, by So Many players... and he can't. Does he need it taken away?...)
"Flying, trying"
"Just to stay above the lying, hiding"
"From the pain inside the heart I'm killing"
"I just can't be saved"
"Take Me To The Grave"
(and his vision distorts again, a black sludge rising from the ground, and he tries to stay above it, all the lying he's done,the lying at every opportunity, and a plague of flames rises from the ground, the pain of all the hearts he's slain, and he has to hide inside the sludge. There's no way to save him, taken by every direction. His vision fades back into the battlefield as usual, a very real gravestone at his feet... but he can still Feel the acrid lies burning his throat.)
"What I feel in my veins"
"So much better than the shame"
"No remorse for my weakness"
"Just this war inside my brain"
(And the acrid lies pulse through his veins, but he thinks, it's better then admitting the lies were wrong. better then Shame, then remorse for the weakness that forced him to act this way. and- the war inside his brain? is- is the battle all in his head?)
"I wanna take it back"
"But I can't deal with that"
"I need it taken away"
(take it back- could he, if it's imaginary? but if it is, then its existance shows he can't deal with that. If something else could take it away...)
"Flying, trying"
"Just to stay above the lying, hiding"
"From the pain inside the heart I'm killing"
"I just can't be saved"
"Take Me To The Grave"
(and then- well, he's already failed to avoid the lying, but there's another wave of blades of pain from the hearts he's slain, so he dives into the real grave beneath him, hiding, from the pain inside the heart he's killing.
And then he can't be saved, because the walls of the grave, soft loamy soil, turn to stone and crash into him, invisible due to the distorted vision from earlier, digging into his flesh with raw necromantic energy of Death. He's been taken to the grave. just as he "Asked".)
As the Godmodder Counters- assuming he counters- he realises- Every bit of this attack pierces all his defences with Yorehammer. And- it's, just this war inside his brain. he can't dodge it, if it's all in here. He moves, and it will too.
Then, with a sharp Crack, he finds glowing black needle piercing straight through his heart, send right at it from a blind spot from the illusion covering his vision at just about three times the speed of sound. swirling lines of light erupt from the needle, tearing at him, before fading, leaving the needle ever-darker and leaving long scars in his flesh. And that is, of course, leaving aside the rest of it.

[0x] "Oh, and Godmodder. You said 'Remember how I've always won', And I can't think of anything less true you've said in recent history (well, other then all the other stuff.)."
"Paradox Billiards? You Lost. Curling? You Lost. The JOEpost? You Lost. Probably more then half of my Godmodder Attacks? You Lost. Orb Nightmare? Technically, you didn't "lose", but surviving is easy, It's surviving perfectly that was the challenge. And on that, You. Lost. Seriously, when have you actually Won while I've been involved? Ha."
"But here is the most important question at the moment, Godmodder."
"Why did the chicken want to cross the bridge?"
Three floating dialogue options appear in front of the Godmodder. 1: decieve. 2: truth. 3: white lie.
if the response is 1, he says "ko ko ko!". If it is 2,he says "ko ko ko.". if it is 3, he says "ko ko ko?". If he says nothing, well, silence is admission of a guilty conscience.
If you haven't played Humbugger, you might not know the context. But, basically, The Beast is known to attack random beings crossing bridges whenever they are asked "why did the chicken want to cross the bridge",regardless of their answer. So, the Godmodder gets ambushed from behind by The Beast while he's distracted as a free action.
Also, the Beast is a Beast. Yes, it's a thief-chasing-in-particular beast, but- It's not that smart. Trials? who cares about trials? It'll just eat the Godmodder. Problem solved!

[1x] Right after the Godmodder fends off and/or gets his internals turned into externals by The Beast, I snap my fingers.
A doctors office appears around us. But the Godmodder took that deal! why-
"Godmodder, please, sit down, relax. Things will all become clear momentarily."
The Godmodder sits, taking a moment to use echolocation. It's as he suspected. The Minotaur guarding the door isn't the end of it. there's also - Based on what he can sense, there's three platoons of miniature army men, a lego slime, a giant spider made of pancakes hanging from the ceiling, topmaniac from super mario galaxy two, a hedgehog wearing oversized rocket-sneakers, a knives elemental made of somewhere between a hundred and four hundred knives, six spectacular stunt spacemen, five hundred monkeys in tiny vehicles with darts, four levitating things in the shape of a stereotypical gem cut, a pose of hula-hoopers with only three hula hoops between them (forcing them to crowd around awkwardly close to one another and making the hula-hooping nigh impossible), two of the twin towers, and a partridge in a pear tree.
"Listen, I know what you're thinking. You bought the product! Isn't it over? The thing is, this is a doctors office. I Prescribed You a Brainb Leach, and then you just... killed it! Your condition needs treatment, not just assignment! You need to actually take what I prescribe you, or you won't get better, you understand?"
The Godmodder nods, stalling while he prepares for battle.
"Good. In that case..."
I tap a button on my sleeve. Nothing happens. To be clear ,this was a sewn on button, not like the kind on a keyboard or remote. The Godmodder stares at me.
"Oh, sorry, wr-" but before I even get that far, I've already pressed a second, remote-type button. The Godmodders Chair instantly whirs into action. on inspection, it was a spacially-warped Godmodder-killer bed, made of the finest spikes of Bedrockium, Divinium, Draconium, Invincium, and other high-quality spike materials, to ensure that Godmodder problems are one swift sit away! The warping keeping the spikes flat turns off! Immediately, spikes stab out from every exposed surface. But not normal spikes- These are moving even faster then light! Yet they're not breaking the laws of physics, because technically nothing moved! Anyway, on the same principles, binds wrap around, and into, each of his limbs! Before he can claim it's a decoy body, a scan pulses into the surrounding area (defined as All of Reality) and locates him, using Yorehammer to forcefully teleport him into place if he's elsewhere! Regardless of where he was, the Godmodder is forcefully in the doctors chair while it vibrates rapidly, setting him on fire before I harrumph at the smoke and a cold wind blows across the room- So cold,it chills his very soul! the fire is now out, but the Godmodders soul is stunned into inaction, forming a disconnect between his normal reaction time and his ability to do anything at all! With this opportunity, I force a Brainb Leach right back into the Godmodder! Yorehammer keeps him there, and the infinileaf clover causes him to mess up every tiny detail of any counter he might try to pull! In fact, because of quantum physics, there's an infinitesimally small chance of a fully functioning Brainb Leach appearing already attached in the Godmodders brain while all particles in the way quantum-tunnel to the moon, and with the power of the infinileaf clover this happens in whichever way would lead to success, every plank instant! Before he can object that this would involve my infinileaf luck affecting His luck, I'm using random chance to slightly influence the outcomes of all quantum events in the universe, by way of existing! Through infinileaf, the effects of my quantum slight-changes are exactly what I want! The Brainb Leach starts eating through the Godmodders memories- starting withanything that would let him realize it exists, remember it, or remove it! From here, there are two possibilities! One, the Brainb Leach (and its remanifestations by quantum luck) succeed! The godmodder doesn't even remember the deal! So, I send in the Army of things outside! this will be documented below. "Possibility" Two, the Brainb Leach somehow fails! Since such failures are almost certainly the Godmodders fault if they're even possible, this constitutes him refusing the deal and/or breaking it! The Army attacks! this will be documented below. """Possibility""" 3: The Brainb Leach fails in a way that's somehow still compliant with the deal! In this scenario, I should tell the army to stand down, but I consider this scenario so unlikely that I already told the army(s) to ignore any orders by me to stand down, so really, it's out of my hands. this will be documented below.
Note that in the mainline possibility, the Godmodder is constantly drooling, having trouble breathing properly, and making mistakes every few seconds.
regardless, the path of the action goes something like this...

Spoiler

Immediately, the minotaur charges into the room. Being no more durable then a particularly muscular human, it explodes the instant the Godmodder wants it to. But something he didn't expect is that it was actually a minotaur Slime! unlike a normal minotaur,it won't die when exploded! instead, each piece becomes a new- tiny- minotaur slime! The Godmodder is thusly swarmed by giblet-sized minotaur slimes, but he doesn't get a chance to deal with them (the only permanent way requiring three pieces of gold twine, nine metal plates, a nonsensical map, and six sacrifices of adults from a sapient species, per slime.) before the army men swarm in! Being of similar size to the giblet-minotaur-slimes, they make targetting more difficult, and begin to steadily flood the room with hostile bodies. their tiny bayonets don't hurt the Godmodder much, but the bullets seem to be enhanced with an off-brand version of the peacekeepers research! of course, he could easily distract then with other colored army men, except they're all wearing monochrome visors! they wouldn't even notice! and, no sooner do they finish pouring into the room then the Lego Slime glops in! Expertly sliding around all the minotaurs and army men, it gathers itself up and solidifies right below the Godmodders foot- inside his shoes if necessary! the Legos jab into his foot, causing untold agony- and the rest of the slime gathers itself up as battle helmets for the minotaur slimes and the army men- now he can't even stomp them! It would normally (he would soon discover, once he'd managed to kill a part of the lego slime) be the critical soul weakness of the individual minotaur slime giblets, but the lego slime would take the blow and deflect it if he tried! right as the Godmodder prepares a larger-scale retaliation to flatten his foes with non-physical force, the pancake spider leaps down on him- and- It's a Rubarb pancake! The Godmodder just loves rhubarb so much, he abandons his previous plans and starts eating the spider. It tastes so Rhubarby, he can't resist- nor would he, seeing as he loves rhubarb!... The time he takes savoring the rhubarb lets some of the giblets condense themselves into a larger minotaur slime, freeing up floor space for topmaniac to swirl in while they swing an Ax at him! As the Godmodder finishes eating the rhubarb, he discovers there was also a ghost in the lineup, which he couldn't detect with echolocation! It possesses him! But the Godmodders will is too strong for it to possess him, so the ghost instead possesses the Godmodder's mouth in particular, forcing him to bite his tongue so hard it bleeds! Ow! Then the ghost is exorcised from the strain, but it gives the hedgehog a chance to charge up a spin-dash and ram into the Godmodder, causing him to stumble! no normal hedgehog could accomplish this, but this hedgehog has giant rocket-boots, and another name for the spin dash is the 'light speed' dash! the stumble intensifies the Godmodders pain from the lego slime, right before the hedgehog blasts off into space from right in the Godmodder's face, leaving his nose (or one of them, based on alastairs attack) full of smoke and his head burnt! Then, without any warning, the knives elemental (which had sneakily hidden on the ceiling after the pancake spider jumped down) drops down on him, superheated (from the rocket passing by) knives jabbing into his orifices! like, his mouth and eyes and stuff. It's so painful, the Godmodder hardly even notices that he stepped on another three legos- but he does notice, because he's the Godmodder, and that makes it all the worse! As he recovers (vaporizing the knives of the elemental and setting the air around him on fire in rage), the five spacemen do such spectacular stunts he stops to admire them for a moment right before the sixth slings a rock through his head. they celebrate for about three seconds before he kills them, poetically, by slinging a rock through their heads (his rock is the moon. it's even more poetic that way.). Then, he realizes something. All the monkies had advanced intel! they all fired an IBallistic MissileII at him at once about ten seconds ago (while he was slinging a rock through heads), and have been keeping a steady stream of them going since then. Since missiles are homing, he'll just have to bear it, and he doesn't get a chance to kill the monkeys because one of them evolves into a super monkey, and it laser beams the missiles, causing them to explode just before the Godmodder can set up a shield and strike him directly! Then, suddenly, every monkey drops dead. This doesn't free up the Godmodder, since there are still dregs of the minotaur slime, platoon, lego slime, and so on harassing him, but it does confuse him for a moment. Then he looks up a bit. the four gems are floating there, glowing with an inner light- they're cursed. immediately, he feels a desire to steal them- but then the hundreds of monkey souls swirl out, forming some hundred or so crypts which all start launching spiritual lightninig at him. He senses, though, that if he can steal all four gems, the crypts will stop. and no other way. So, he stea-AAARG.. his flesh burns at the contact of the fake-infernal gemstones, which crackle and spark at him! he drops one, and it floats away, having stopped him long enough for the buzzsaw hula-hoopers to attack him! As it turns out, the hula hoops had retractable buzzsaw blades, and they stab into him while the onslaught continues. the twin towers then collapse, one in a controlled demolition, while the second is the an unrelated terrorist attack with a plane (as we all know, the right answer is always exactly in the middle of the two extremes!). they collapse on the Godmodder, with the Godmodder still inside, and he falls to his deaf! Being deaf, he is unable to detect the singing of the partridge in a pear tree, which parts a ridge beneath him and causes him to fall into the Pit Of Death! (a two block tall dirt pit where everyone lies on their back. Then the pear tree is burnt between an oncoming army of, on average, zero fire elementals- because it has a thousand of fire and a thousand of conceptual ice! they all pile into the pit, burning or freezing the godmodder before anihilating one another in a massive explosion. As the Godmodder recovers in the empty ruins, lego in his shoes (and the shoes themselves) finally gone and all the niggling threats vanished in the vast destruction, he looks around. Is that all? Ha! He's shown himself better then This attack, at any rate... Or so he thinks. Right up until the end of the line crests the ridge. The line of attackers was so long, it seems ,that a few escaped the blast radius. As they arrive, the Godmodder readies himself for another bit of fighting. He surveys his opponents. A sea of enemies, smaller then before but still large; barbarians, snakes, ambulatory Frisbees, gun elementals, the entire roman empire, the entire holy roman empire, the entire unholy roman empire (which is implied by the holy one, and is much larger due to nobody else having noticed its existence letting it snowball), the entire contents of Satans fridge, the entire contents of gods oven, the entire former contents of evucorps large kitchen counter(saved from lava retroactively just for this purpose), and more. The Godmodder prepares to fight them alll, untIMMA FIRING MY LAZOR screams one of them in the background right as the blast front of the lazor reaches the Godmodder. if he heard it in advance, he could have dodged, but sound travels slower then light. Also, it was a pretty wide lazor. It washes over the army, over the Godmodder, vaporizing all of the water which was 0.1 degrees or fewer away from evaporating; being so wide, the lazor was weak. But, the distraction let the entire army jump the Godmodder, and they would fight to the death.
To the Godmodders death, since most of them weren't actually properly alive.

[x0]

[1] while I wait, I shape an orb of magical energy. pulsing cyan, this orb is normally innactive, simply storing the power i've put into it. However, the next time something actually bad is happening, and reality starts to say that it's happening because nobody has any actions left at the point in the turn, it will walk over to realitys face, yell at it at the unfairness of such notifications, insult its mother, point out all the logical flaws, and use that argument as flavortext to allow it to stop whatever thing reality was claiming was unstoppable. SO THERE.

Click to shrink...

While, yes, the cyan orb was Theoretically donated to the fight against the Godmodder while stalling for his soul weakness,the conditions for its use never triggered; Reality never started to , or from what we could see, even said something similar to, that. On the other hand, this entire occurrence is something bad happening. It doesn't technically say it's because nobody has actions, but several bits of flavour text combined with the "aka - the attack that instantly kills you and there isn't anything you can do about it)" addendum... It all implies something very Similar. So,logically, the Cyan Orb is best suited to have activated just now, and- since the anti-player bullet is probably safe from harm by something this miniscule- teleported everyone out of the way of the Godmodders attacks, blocked their eyes, etcetra.

[1x]


The Godmodder blinks. I clearly expended an action just now, but nothing happened?
Wait, something's clearly going on with the blink! Obviously! The Godmodder makes sure not to blink!




Nothing happens.



Feeling like the Godmodder ought to be off-guard enough by now, I throw a defence-piercing super-lucky rock at the Godmodder! this being subject to CoR, he lets it hit him. Such a stupid player, wasting their actions... The rock, of course, does nothing- But it is covered in glue, for some reason. It sticks to the Godmodders face. To annoy him. Not wanting to reduce his success probability for simple pride, he ignores this and leaves it there.


Then, the Godmodder notices something! Lots of citizens of reality are tumbling through the portal we used to get here! And all of them want to help the Godmodder! One of thems offering to fight to the death with one of the players using their special player-killing techniques they honed to prevent the oppression of players if the Godmodder just gives them those dusty old Mascythe powers of his! Another one manages to crawl over the rest of the pile and starts making Action-enhancing lenses which they just want the Godmodder to use, free of charge! A Third wants the Godmodders help on a joint business venture- stopping and breaking down the corrupt resistance of the Players entities in the L.I.F.E. pod, which would otherwise surely mess everything up at the worst possible moment! One of the citizens just rolls by on a segway, talking about how the Godmodders victory is garunteed, and all he has to do is sit back and relax! A third, some kind of rock golem, offers to just sorta help out financially! He's hesitant, naturally, a bit confused- But hey, why refuse the free help? He watches as the Player slayer grey-hair mayor charges towards the dilapidated forces of the Players, screaming a battlecry, before obligingly feeding some of his actions through the enhancer lenses to boost them! Donating a small bit of his power, he sees off the business guy with some snowballing powers, and sits back to relax- Victory is all but assured, after all!
But- Something nags at him. Hmm.... Oh! The food he's eating right now doesn't have enough rhubarb in it! he adds some, and leans back again to enjoy. With all this help, solving the pesky 'player problem' is just a matter of time!

And then... Things start going wrong. Instead of slaughtering players, the Godmodder glances up to see the Mascythe-empowered Player slayer mayor with grey hair burning up with magenta, before slaying the conceptual injuries of every player he's fighting, healing them! As the Godmodder angrily rises from his seat, he finds out that that sitting and relaxing undid an ancient seal, releasing the true form of the segway guy! They take this moment to unlease a barrage of charged-up attacks, vaporising all of his hair,his super-armor, one of his boots, and worst of all- The Rhubarb! Turning to target the sealed evil, He raises a hand to smite them- But his enhanced action sputters and implodes, collapsing from the removal of a vital interior component, because of those lenses! The person who made them smiles, and seizes control of every remaining action, bolts of the Godmodders own power focused to a needlepoint shrieking through the air- and through him! As the Godmodder staggers back, The L.I.F.E. pod guy returns- But he's slain all the minions the Godmodder donated to him, and starts pummelling the Godmodder with fists wreathed in shining blue light! Surrounded by all sides, the Godmodder pushes them all away- Just in time for the Player Slayer Mayor to leap through a resulting gap and cleave the Godmodder in half with a light-absorbing magenta scythe! The Godmodders player injury bar takes the blow Especially hard, due to the inherent capabilities of Mascythian powers!
shoving again with kinetic force, the Godmodder leaps up into the air, getting a temporary respite while the Segway Sealed Evil empowers everyone with flight, and thinks. Why is this happening? Why now? Aren't the players the only group tha-
Wait. The Godmodders a player now! Of course he'd get bombarded with NPCs who are actually going to betray him! And he was foolish enough to trust them... But wait. basically every time the players got betrayed, it was sorta his fault. So now that he's getting betrayed... whos fault is it?
At this point, the Godmodder sees all the NPCs faces flicker into JOE faces, before turning back to normal as they charge at him again. Enraged, the Godmodder grits his teeth---
-------_--==----__
---Some time later, the Godmodder finishes beating every one of these traitorous non-player characters to death with a wet napkin! He may have taken a hit here or there, but he can't deny that beating their smug,suspicious, stupid, traitorous faces in was Satisfying...
Wait. JOE. He caused this! So that's where JOEs action went, the cheeky bugger! Why the Godmodder'll give him a what for, he will!
The Godmodder head over to JOE, who grins.
"Did you enjoy Eternally Backstabbing NPCs You Can't Trust As Far As You Can Throw A Completely Motionless Object Which Weights Infinity Mass Syndrome? I hope so! It was sure Enjoyable for the players when you forced it upon Us!"
The Godmodder keeps advancing.
"Oh, do you want to make me pay for that? news flash, man. You threw the first punch in this fight."
The Godmodder, having no interest in morality, doesn't care.
"Something else I should mention- You've forgotten something."
The Godmodder keeps going.
"See, there's one NPC remaining which hasn't betrayed you yet..."
He pulls back a hand to punch me, and is rewarded with the sight of me starting to duck back. As he starts to swing, he hears me speak:
"the rock golem is very interested in that rock on your face."
With a great sound so loud he can't even hear it(because it goes from a sound to waves of force), it turns out the Rock was only an outer coating, holding in a sphere of Antimatter. When the Rock Golem betrays the Godmodder by stealing all his Rocks, the Antimatter- Already close at hand, defence-piercing, and of the maximal luck with regards to dispersal,activation time, and everything else due to the Infinileaf clover empowering my action-blows a hole in his head. With any luck, this'll be what sends him to 'Mortally wounded', his health will still be 0, and he'll bleed out.

 

[pionoplayer]

I remember how you won, John. I was there for it several times more than everyone else.
And I tell you now, you're a punk and you're going down again ANYWAYS.

 

[Strider626]

I see
Guess we will have to sacrifice
I saw how that bullet of his looks
I analysed it
Now I know how to make it
Using the power of my literal last LAST ACTION and bullet mode
I make a bullet specifically to counter godmodder defenses and hit his very soul
I add the one shot kill enchantment
And finally I give it to Alastair

Here take it
I wish I could go on
I wished we could have a drink after this
Look back on this and just plain have fun
I wish for many things
But this is more important
Hope this will help you Alastair

I say as I slowly disappear......

I will miss you all
I'll be cheering for you (^^)

 

[That-Random-Guy]

Vote: Sacrifice Resolute Heart and Infinileaf Clover

 

[Krill13]

Eyowe votes to sacrifice the Resolute Heart.
(If we can indeed do actions without making it a Mortal Action)
Before any of the Legendary Weapons get sacrificed, Eyowe utilizes the Resolute's Heart's power to stand up through all the "pain," and the Yorehammer's to break through the "exhaustion." He then patches himself up...by pounding into his chest a bit, getting his heart to basically calm down after that heart attack.

 

[That-Random-Guy]

If thanks to that earlier Mortal Action TRG isn't Mortally Wounded, he/it spam-heals himself through the power of videogame autoclickers, delicious spam meat, and videogame autoclickers activating the delicious spam (meat) skill.

TRG's running out of the massive power trove necessary to act so directly for so long, but he's not out yet.

 

[Captain.Cat]

Laying on my back after falling down because my limbs suddenly decided to fall out I sigh in annoyance. 'Of fucking course this two bit bastard does this. Makes me wonder why the fuck did didn't just open up with that to began with.' Leaning my head to one side I find myself looking at my detached limbs. 'This will be annoying to fix.'

I then hear Alastair Dragovich's idea and wanting others to vote. 'Eh, could work. It's like it will hurt to try at this point.' "I vote to sacrifice the Resolute Heart." I say aloud.

 

[General_Urist]

Oh noes, three out of my four limbs appear to have fallen off. Well, as the Black Night said, it's only a flesh wound!

Since healing seems to be the order of the day,I use my one remaining limb to collect the other three that fell off, and convert the life force remaining in those limbs into healing for the other players.

Not like I will be needing those limbs after this is over, with my country probably gone.

"But even if I die here, you're going down! "

Click to shrink...

OOC: How did you make the second half of that seem to glow?

 

[Exoskeletal65]

OOC:

OOC: How did you make the second half of that seem to glow?

Click to shrink...

I did it like this:

[glow=#FFFFFF]text goes here[/glow]

That'll give you this:
text goes here

You can use any HTML color code with it, too.

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

I see
Guess we will have to sacrifice
I saw how that bullet of his looks
I analysed it
Now I know how to make it
Using the power of my literal last LAST ACTION and bullet mode
I make a bullet specifically to counter godmodder defenses and hit his very soul
I add the one shot kill enchantment
And finally I give it to Alastair

Here take it
I wish I could go on
I wished we could have a drink after this
Look back on this and just plain have fun
I wish for many things
But this is more important
Hope this will help you Alastair

I say as I slowly disappear......

I will miss you all
I'll be cheering for you (^^)

Click to shrink...

I look on in horror, then look down at the bullet. I clutch it tightly.

"Thank you," I manage to choke out. "Th-thank..."

I am trembling, tears streaking down my face. When I look back up, there's a gun in my hand.

"360 noscope? Weak." I say quietly as I stare down John Smith. "Let me show you how it's done."

I toss the gun high into the air, eyes never straying from John for a moment. Then, I speak aloud the first of the words for my technique.

"Grand"

The room is filled with a dank power. Danker than any to come before, and dank enough that many pray that nothing that comes after shall surpass it.

"Finale"

The Godmodder begins to choke on a haze that fills the air. A noxious yet enticingly sweet fume...

"Supreme"

I flick the bullet into the air. John Smith realizes something is wrong. It shouldn't be possible for him to be so high that he can't swipe that bullet.

"420"

With that, the world is alight in a firey blaze. John's eyes widen.

"MASTER"

Was that baseball cap with the words 'Kill Streak: You' on it always there? No. But I turn it around anyway, releasing a lock on the tremendous power of this move.

"NOAIM"

The bullet flew into the chamber and as the gun began its descent, became locked and loaded. My eyes still never wavered as they pierced into his SOUL.

"SOULSHOT"

I took on the relaxed pose, body turned slightly away. The smell of Doritos, body odor, Mountain Dew, the street, and gunpowder filled the air. I cracked my neck, now adorned with golden bling...

" OMEGA "

And I finally broke eye contact, looking away as the gun hit my hand. With it aimed sideways I pulled the trigger and hit the motherfucker deadass in his soul!



The sound of airhorns came crashing down on the son of a bitch as everyone in Reality now knows, here and forever, that I OWNED his ass right now! Complete with a faithful recreation of the killshot - as faithful as possible without destroying mortal eyes, anyway!

 

[Moniker]

Edit: frack my previous say. I start tossing out heals.

Mortal wounds? WACK! Being stuck on the ground? WACK! Being back on your feet? TIGHT AS HECK!

What all that's means is I try my best to get as many mortally wounded people back on their feet. Not a full heal but should be just enough where they won't bleed out.

Click to shrink...

You try to move... but you're paralyzed. Somehow, you've ended up in the perfect trajectory to get shot, right along with everybody else...

A mortal action is needed? SCREW IT! FOR THE CAUSE!!.
I draw every last drop of strength I have.... and push it into my comrades
fight.... WIN..... Remember.... me......

Click to shrink...

You step forwards, the chains of the Godmodder's paralysis falling from you.

All your power comes to you. One final time.

But you don't keep the power. You give it to the others. There is no grand physical effect, no large lights or explosions - you don't have the extra energy to be fancy. Your allies, all at once, feel that they can move again.

With your last reserves exhausted, you expire. Quickly, Its_a_cauldron_plot grabs your soul before the Godmodder can take it, and stores it in his cauldron.

Ranger_Strider, though dead, can still use his soul to "cheer" other actions, boosting their power by one action. Ranger_Strider soul acquired!

[x0] Being unable to move is a status effect. Resolute Heart description excerpt: All who hold it gain immunity to negative status conditions. We have that power; therefore we are immune to negative status effects. Immunity isn't healing, so it was never applied to start with.
I cough. then I think loudly: "First of all, everyone, the Shadow Agitator is vibra- oh, someone noticed before to you all. Well, uh, i noticed first? I just coudln't type this."
Then I cough again, and speak to the Godmodder.
"ech, Godmodder,seriously, this again? I admit, the humour on some of it is ok, but doing it twice means it got old. But, more then that. you made another mistake, again."
"Look, Godmodder, you're deranged. Most players are halfway decent, I'm supersensible. Id, eg- Wait, wrong script. sorry.hack"
"ahemAh, here it is. The Basis of Why The Godmodders Action Just Now Basically Definitely Wasn't Important, Abridged."
"The Godmodder cough hasn't failed an action due to his significant soul orb damage y- spit -yet, which has to happen to a significant action eventually. Therefore, there will be more actions by the Godmodder which are in some way significant,in the future. Therefore, the most recent action did not render him garun- atchoo him garunteed to win, as that would cough cough render such actions impossible."
(At this point, I fall over face first into the floor. cuz like, possibly-injured muscles. but I keep talking)
"I know this. It factors into every action. And, how did you harm me? welll..."
"desperate, Crusher, Karpinsky, and JOEbob try to force themselves to move, but break their brains, will, and bodies in the process, twisting them into painful mockeries of their former selves! They are mortally wounded!"
"Ha! Not One, not One! of those methods make a lick of sense. I'll take them from the top! Brains! Players. Don't. Have. Brains! I know this! It's countered my attempts several times! The spiritual constructs that Are players don't actually encode any information within the head unless the soul places its core within it- something any reasonable designer would remove- and if it's there, it's not like a brain at all!"
"Will! I'm Still talking! You Have Not Broken My Will! And you Can't, John Smith, Godmodder, Verraad- whichever name you least prefer. You can't break my will save by words. You can't find the right words without <Concept not translational: goodthink>. You can't get <concept not translational: Goodthink>, because you Aren't. So, you can't break my will save True Luck... and infinileaf clovers effects- any effects you have access to- Are False luck. Maybe if I believed a word you said, you could convince me to stop fighting- but not through breaking my will! Only through some sort of major concession which I would have to Believe you would follow through! Regardless my will would remain unbroken."
"Bodies! If I cannot be moved, Cannot move, the impetus and claim of this description, Then my body cannot Twist, or break, or bend! If my body did Twist, then that makes me free. and I would stop immediately- nearly completely unharmed!
Oh yeah, and I still have that dreamself."
"So There, Godmodder!"
<more to follow in another post for chronology!>

Click to shrink...

Verraad: My combat operandi's power is higher than that of the Legendary Weapons.

Verraad: When ALL the power returns momentarily, nothing, no power in any Plane, will be capable of opposing me.

Verraad: You spout fancy arguments. But despite your words, you still lie on the ground, broken. Not even your rational debate will stop me now.

Verraad's face is the look of a man finally getting his violent revenge on somebody who has annoyed him greatly.

The quiet watcher begins laughing at the Godmodder's words, not even bothering to try and handle the dehydration he was supposed to be suffering through. Seriously, the same action as the last time, only with slightly different flavor text on the actual injuries? Really? It was pathetic that the Godmodder thought that he could actually get that to work again, since all players know better than to repeat their previous actions. Sure, it had been a while since the last time he'd done something like this, but even he should have realized how stupid this move was. The Curse of Repetition was a thing, after all, and the Godmodder just used his player actions to carry out his repeated attack. That wasn't even getting into the fact that being mortally wounded was nothing more than a status effect, something that they were fully immune from thanks to the Resolute Heart's power. The Godmodder was clearly panicking if he was putting his hope in such a foolish action, and the sheer absurdity of it was too amusing for him to not laugh.

Click to shrink...

You laugh, then fall over.

...........
...................
Reality shifts around me. I start to feel heavy. I can barely breathe. I can start to feel myself slipping away. I cough up a combination of blood and oil.

JUSTICE A.I. HAS SHUTDOWN!

I start to wonder if there will be an afterlife for someone like me.

PERSEVERANCE A.I HAS SHUTDOWN!

I was created for a specific purpose, to Defeat the Godmodder.

KINDNESS A.I HAS SHUTDOWN!

And yet.... he still stands... and I am falling.

BRAVERY A.I HAS SHUTDOWN!

I have failed to Defeat the Godmodder.

PATIENCE A.I HAS SHUTDOWN!

I just hope that whoever is left, they are the ones who can take him down.

INTEGRITY A.I HAS SHUTDOWN!

I'm sorry Shadrix.... I failed.... you.....

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

Kid?

I just want to say.... it was a pleasure to be part of you...


Back at Shadrix's Ship...

nononononono! Bill! This is not going to plan at all!

sir? What should we do?

........

Shadrix looks over at the battlefield and sees the Godmodder smirking away. He looks at Bill and back at the Godmodder.

Shadrix then looks at the plans for Bill Nye. And he smirks.

Kirby, begin the teleportation sequence. I got an idea.



I look over at Alastair. He does have a point. We still have the powers that we gain from the fight. I look over, and smile.

Free Action: I use my vote to help use the Resolute Heart powers.

Click to shrink...

...

Its_a_cauldron_plot! There's only one thing you can really do right now. Heal someone. Anyone. Yes, you might get a healing pulse if you hit the Godmodder, but it's unlikely to work.

Wait. He's done a random healing. That means 3 random people get healed. Except, with the Infinileaf's power, that heal applies to the 3 people who most need healing. Most likely, this applies to people who would otherwise sacrifice themselves weakly.



Wait a minute, how does not being able to move mean anything? The whole point of psychic powers is that you don't need to move to use them!

We're in a state where any usage of powers would result in our collective deaths. And our efforts to find a means of resurrection have failed.

But yet, for the first time in this entier battle, we have the power of the Infinileaf Clover. And, with that power, victory is all but assured.

How so?

Infinite luck precognition. If we take a random action, it will be the action that is most effective in the current situation.

Problem: We can't just declare that sort of thing without a source of randomness to utilize.

Wait. I flipped a coin last round to try to beat the Leprechaun, but I did it after the leprechaun was already dead and we gained the infinileaf powers. There are three possibilities, heads, tails, or edge. Four if you count the possibility of something weird happening like the coin spontaneously exploding or falling down a grate (since there is a chance that after I thought this action wasn't going to do anything, I just guttered the coin) and being unreadable. As the coin was flipped after we gained infinileaf power, and the result hasn't been checked-

If you define an action plan on each of the three possibilities, the coin's result will be the result corresponding to the most effective action (or lack of action) to take, based on the new utility of the action.

We do one of the following, based on the result of the coin:

Spoiler: Heads

I launch an attack on the Godmodder combining all of our Legendary Item powers. I blind-fire an Obliteration Nova, targeting a random region of space in the universe. The Obliteration Nova strikes instantly, and is empowered by Yorehammer to bypass any defenses of any organisms in the blast radius to deliver a lethal hit. With the infinileaf clover, this should target the random region of space that the Godmodder is currently in, no matter how he attempts to evade or avoid detection or use decoys.

Spoiler: Tails

I heal as many random allies as I can, getting them back up from Mortally Wounded. I also empower them with a massive surge of energy that supercharges their next action. With the Infinileaf Clover, these random healings and buffings target the allies that most need it.

Spoiler: Edge/Other

I do nothing, and warn everyone else to not take any Mortal Actions this round because we have perfect luck and that luck told us not to act. Hopefully they believe that.

Spoiler: Analysis Of Each Potential Result

The Infinileaf Clover power grants infinite luck, meaning that the coin flip will turn to the result that corresponds to the most beneficial action to take.

If I am taking a Mortal Action and will die:

1. The direct attack option is potent, with the benefit of heavily damaging the Godmodder and healing every player one health state from the Healing Pulse. However, it would still be a sacrifice play for me, and it would be unlikely to work.
2. The healing action would bring several people back up and potentially give them a big power boost. With the randomness, the power boost could be targeted to the person that needs it the most at the time. However, it's still a sacrifice play.
3. The warning should not be a mortal action (as talking is always a free action), and it will hopefully prevent others from making a foolish mortal action. If every mortal action would be a senseless sacrifice, this is the option that is most likely to be chosen.

If I am not taking a Mortal Action, or the event with the Shadow Agitator will result in bringing everyone back:

1. The direct attack is now a much more valid option, as long as it is capable of inflicting damage. If it will deal damage, it is the most valuable action and will thus win the coin toss.
2. The healing is still an effective action. Not as good as a healing pulse, but if the Godmodder attack would fail, this is the best bet.
3. The warning is unlikely to be needed, but it's an option if something weird happens and people still need to be warned not to kill themselves.

Click to shrink...

The coin falls upon edge. Ranger_Strider successfully removed the paralysis, but now, you must wait to be healed...

As I feel my tongue loosen, I cry out.

"Raaaaannngeeerrrr! YOU ASSHOLE NO!"

But it's too late. I drop to myknees and pound the floor in helpless anger.

"John Smith... damn it..." Images of everyone else that has died flash through my mind. "DAMN IT."

What could I do? What could we do?

Wait.

There was one way we could get out of this alive, maybe.

"Everyone! We might be able to negate this if we use the collective power of our Resolute Heart abilities and Infinileaf Clover abilities via vote use. But to stop something of this magnitude... it might sacrifice them. So vote! Vote and let their power save us, so no one else has to die!"

There's two votes I propose.

1: Sacrifice the Resolute Heart powers to negate the final Combat Operandi!
2: Sacrifice the Infinileaf Clover powers to negate the final Combat Operandi!

I give it solid odds that each one might be enough to negate 1/3rd of the Mortal Action requirements for saving everyone from death. Of course, given the Resolute Heart's power, it alone might be enough to save us all.

However, this is a vote. As long as enough people vote to sacrifice either one, they'll be sacrificed to save us. If neither have enough votes, then neither will be used...

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Free Action: Start 2 votes!

Vote to Sacrifice Resolute Heart powers!
Vote to Sacrifice Infinileaf Clover powers!

Click to shrink...

You vote to sacrifice your powers! If the sacrifice is successful, there may yet be a chance!

Everyone is pretty much in the grave. Everyone. ITs a miracle people can even talk and that's probably because of Player Powers.

Leah's struggling to get up, as she does. The Anti-Player Bullet has clearly taken a toll. She has never known when to quit, right? Things never change, it seems. Omniglot has more in common with a pile of scrap than normal.

"Operator. Please wait."

"Nnn... Nnn... Nnn... Nnno." Leah spurts out. Her breath is pained.

"I cannot recommend moving in our current state."

"Llll... Let... Me..."

"... As you wish."

And she crawls. She crawls, right over to Piono, of all possible people. "... We... We did... Good, right?" She asks. "... Let... Let me..."

Piono doesn't really get the time to see what she wants-by the time she's vocalized it she's already got her hands on it. The Shadow Agitator. Trembling violently, for some reason. She doesn't know why, and she barely even knows that it was prior to her taking it. Why she didn't just pull it up on her own power is a mystery to all.

"... Let me do the honors."

And then abruptly Leah stands up like she wasn't even harmed at all.

...Wait.

Miraculously, she wasn't harmed at all, and is not hurt in the slightest. She's covered in dirt, sure. But dirt-even Anti-Player dirt-is hardly going to be the death of Leah, of all the assembled.

Blinks are exchanged across all present, except Omniglot who, logically, has no eyelids. (OK, and also exempting everyone else without eyelids.)

"... I was never a Player. Omniglot held that power... I never did. Not directly. Feels strange to say, now."

"He... He's been with me. He's been helping me. I'm not sure if he could've done it all on his own but he let me have his power. I don't quite get why. I know what lead up to it but... I don't feel like I've earned it at all. That's why the Godmodder didn't feel anything right when he absorbed my soul at the bank of actions, because it was only when Omniglot followed me in that he got anything. I was basically just... Not even an entity, really... Something like it? I can't even explain. But, the point is-an Anti-Player Bullet isn't going to be kryptonite to me. I mean, granted. It's still a bullet. But its why I can stand and move right now, if that's all I can. I'm pretty sure he's already calculated for my death, but I don't think that in all of his millions of contingencies, that he figured that I was just... Not a player? Kind of stupid... And right now, I guess in a funny way, in a party of people literally ordained by god to have ultimate power, I guess the one person who only ever got it by proxy being here is nothing short of ultimate karma for you... Or, maybe this is just some weird player-power thing that I'm doing without even knowing why. Honestly, at this point, I've stopped questioning things."

Leah raises the Shadow Agitator up high.

"I don't know what this is going to do. But... I remember how you've always won. Others do too. They're kinda tired of it."

Click to shrink...

You hold the Shadow Agitator in the air!

...

Nothing happens.

[Focus - BUFFMAGEDDON: Finale]



I've been beaten to the ground. My mortally wounded self, is laying on the ground. Now, you may be asking how we got here. In a nutshell, reused attacks suck.
But then... four of the buffs from several turns ago flicker into existence yet again, having not been activated earlier.

Though the glow effects caused by them are suppressed, Verradd stares in disbelief as he notices the attack.
After Ranger's Mortal Action, he was expecting another sacrifice... not this! No! John Smith has won, and the Players are dying and bleeding out!

I manage to get up, and take a knee. Verradd stares at the Mortally Wounded marker, and watches it shrink. Down to Critical, then Serious, then Moderate, and all the way back up to Not Injured. The now clearly defined aura of the Inverted Debuff surrounds me fully, as I'm restored to full health. Toxic dirt is a poison, poison's a debuff, and the inverted debuff... well, it means I'm not poisoned.

The Godmodder shouts defiantly. NO! This won't happen, not on his watch! A barrage of attacks launches towards me. The dust cloud raised from the explosion makes the results unclear, until it does clear. The aura of Invincibility, glowing rainbow, emanates from the cloud as I walk out unscathed. Purposefully, calmly, and methodically, I walk towards Piono. Attack after attack supposedly hits, only to be negated by this one mere status effect.

Right in front of Verradd's hopeless attacks, I proceed to cast CLEAR. Combined with the abilities of the Resolute Heart, the buff's abilities are amplified... clearing all of my allies of any Negative Status effect that they may have. And even better? Narrative Convinience. Quoting myself again... Moniker cannot stop this. Nobody can. As the last vestiges of the Invincibility buff fade away, along with the other remnants of the buffs, the Godmodder's worst nightmare comes true.

"His Final Combat Operandi is defeated.
The Players are still alive, and to top it off, well.
Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me...

How do you DARE and try and come back from this?"

If Leah has failed to reach Piono... I hand the Shadow Agitator to her, and lend her help.

[Vote - Sacrifice the Resolute Heart.]
[Free Action - Give the Shadow Agitator to Leah, if she can't reach it.]

Click to shrink...

You vote to sacrifice the Resolute Heart!

Verraad: These buffs... where, exactly, are you getting them from...?

What are you doing...? If you try to strike now, you'll perish for sure!

"No... not yet."

3 ACTION FOCUS - Gold gets up... heavily weakened. "I'm not done yet... ***hole." Woah Gold, language! "Heh... never thought I'd have to use this." Gold pulls out a golden vote box... and decides to sacrifice the resolute heart in a blaze of glory. "Shattering the Heart will cause a massive life surge... it might just give us the boost we need. Also, big guy, I'm pretty sure you HAVE to get me out of this for this to be canon." Touche.

Click to shrink...

You vote! But without using actions. That wouldn't be a good idea right now.

Fortunately, the Godmodder forgot to be prepared to double tap. I mean, really, 'the attack that instantly kills you and there isn't anything you can do about it'? Merely flavor text. After all, if the first half about it being an insta-death has been proven false, the second half is just as unfounded.

The crying, dehydrated CaptainNZZZ suddenly is obscured from view after the strike hits and, after the the cloud fades, a crying log can be seen where the Player once was. All thanks to the power of prep work:


And even if that wasn't enough, such a large scale attack from such a being so far beyond an entity - the Godmodder - would have triggered a fun little defensive measure. Something so stealthy even this plane of nothingness's fairly effective item stripping property wouldn't have noticed. Something so stealthy that only something as grandiose as the Godmodder unleashing a truly epic attack would trigger it. Something that is still effective even if the 'there isn't anything you can do about it' is accurate given that its creator is the Best Bird of this entire thread.

The glorious stealthy attack redirector!

(Yes, I once made myself a stealthy attack redirector. I'm not sorry.)

Like the Neutral Player who made the Temporal Guardian I am, I carefully reach into the time stream. Specifically, I'm finding and isolating the Ore of Orichalcum, yanking it forward in time to my presence existence. As the Ore of Orichalcum was one of the many items left behind when this Finale began, there's no temporal shenanigans to carefully navigate around. It's as simple as coming in contact with the Player inventory was everyone disappeared and pulling the chosen item to me.

It's far easier than some of my previous alterations from time such as moving attacks in time or granting powers of time to entities. An item snatch and grab to fulfill my Filthy Neutral status.

Plus, if I can't quite get it the Yorehammer power will help me reach, letting my actions bypass whatever defenses this plane as in regards to reaching beyond it. (x1)

Hmmm...how about a personal attack shield? You know, for old times sakes. (x1)

Click to shrink...

You successfully escape damage via the stealthy attack redirector! However, you notice a little red dot on your head... the Godmodder's weapon is positioned perfectly to still hit you with his one-hit attack!

You re-acquire the Ore of Orichalcum, and give yourself a (completely not helpful in this situation) attack shield!

(Free)I vote to sacrifice them both

(x3)As the Shadow of Death passes over all of us, I invoke the Archangel's Salvation and summon Mercy's Staff in Valkyrie Mode, using this, I heal myself and as many other people as possible.

Click to shrink...

You step forwards. You prepare for a mortal action... No! You must follow Crusher's coin flip. It would be better to wait to see if you get healed, or if sacrificing Resolute Heart will heal you!

"WAAAAAAAAAAAIT!" I cry out, pointing to John Smith! "YOU HAVE PLAYER ACTIONS! YOU'RE ALSO A PLAYER! FIRE THAT BULLET AND YOU DIE TOO!"

John sweats. 'He's right! I can't fire my attack now! Not without killing myself too!'

His ultimate attack turned into a nuclear option in an instant! Not even an instant! Just a quirk of sheer logic!

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Free Action: Point out that John Smith is now also a Player and will kill himself by the rules of his attack.

Click to shrink...

Verraad: I am not a Player. I am a God. No... better than a God. I'm an Administrator of Reality, far stronger than even an Architect!

Verraad: You are, just as you have always been, a mere bug sitting on the windshield of my victory, waiting for the windshield wipers of defeat to destroy you.

I vote to sacrifice the Resolute Heart.

All actions:
I reattach my limbs and stagger to my feet, coughing blood.

"Really, that's your grand finale? A 360 noscope?" I cough. "You've got to me joking. Sniper rifles don't even factor into the meta anymore..."

I drop to one knee, my hands tightening into fists.

"Everybody's raving about the M4A1 and the 725 in this day and age." I hiss in pain, continuing through clenched teeth, "You won't get anywhere with... what is that, an Intervention?"

I clutch at my chest. "As soon as you touch the ground, you'll get dusted by a claymore, just you wait and see!" I cough violently as I sink lower to the floor.

"That being said, I'm really banking on you getting a hitmarker..."

I point at the godmodder defiantly, "But even if I die here, you're going down! "

With those words, I force myself to stand again, with what remains of my power blazing in my hands.

(this is not a mortal action, just story text)

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder will soon be in a position to CREATE the metagame! And then, sniper rifles will be the ONLY VIABLE WEAPONS! Ahahaha!

Action 1: Using time powers, I ensure Crusher's actions this turn effects occur before anyone starts committing any mortal actions. (If he is healed before his post is read, its still not a mortal action)

Oh, Hi, I'm back. Here to ensure reality doesn't destroy itself like everyone is trying to make it do so. Lets begin the dance.

Focus 2x: Impossible.

Oh no! Godmodder! Impossible! How have you managed to do this to us! You've created a situation where the players are completely helpless! That bullet is going to bounce off the atoms and kill all the players!

Or is it? Density = Mass/Volume. Bullets that can be reasonally picked up in a hand? That means the volume of the bullets described is about the size of something a hand that can pick up! But, how! That doesn't make sense! The bullets are supposed to Ricochet off of Atoms! How can bullets do that if they have to be less dense than atoms! No, its not impossible. It simple, in fact! They simply have very little mass in order to maintain the density to ricochet off of atoms... But how can it kill players if its so not-dense! It can't be because its so fast, because then it wouldn't ricochet off the atoms properly, instead it'd just get flattened against the atom due to their lack of mass in order for them to be able to ricochet off the atoms in the first place!

The Godmodder pulls out a box of special ammo. Eyowe, Strider626, and DanganMachin read the writing on the sides - it's "kill Players in one hit" ammo!

Ah, an answer! I knew it, it is the dreaded Anti-Playerium! A material found in the deepest the void I took to the liberties of exploring after I gave up! Maybe its not that, but I'm pretty sure!

So, I simply roll a thousand random number generators (Infinileaf clover) with the biggest numbers imaginable to determine the exact locations to throw a thousand non-player anything fabric-type bullet proof vests that I stole from Earth and are so undense you can't ricochet off them, but with enough material to easily catch every bullet in mid-air within them, catching them midair! And since the Godmodder will try to interfere with my scheme, or if the bullets start shooting before I get enough of the bullet proofs vests around I go back in time. Every, single, time:

Dooming many different timelines that would have failed anyway! Every time I go back, I go and throw a different vest at a different location, with perfect sync. Either way, with too many doomed timelines later, But, this doesn't work. Probability determines who has the doomed timeline and who doesn't. With the power of the Infinileaf clover, none of our timelines with the Infinileaf clover are the doomed ones. Its a paradox, but it just works. I'd rather deal with a paradox than be in a doomed timeline. rip selves thx alot. If necessary just cast off the infinileaf clover if you are doomed if the alternative is paradoxical destruction of everything because time is kaput or some nonsense.

Finally, if the Godmodder for some dumb reason makes me mortally wounded before the Godmodder can even act in turn, I just randomly forget to block a bullet that goes through the Godmodder, as he is now a player, shockingly enough. Shouldn't be a problem though. Through my extended mortal action power, I go ahead and guide the bullet along and ensure the Godmodder is hit by the bullet before the Godmodder can say "NANI" and to ensure this conditional doesn't backfire and make me use it if I'm not mortally wounded for my many alternative selves who performed this exact action with this mortal action, which at least one alternate self randomly decided by another Infinileaf Clover's random number roll will automatically do so if necessary according to a random number that is my favorite number being rolled out of infinity radical numbers. In addition, I'll use another fabric-type bullet proof vest to stop the bullet from where the Bullet comes out of the Godmodder to ensure it can't ricochet further.

Click to shrink...

If Ranger_Strider hadn't acted, you'd be too paralyzed to use any time powers...

You throw vests in the best positions to block the bullet! "The best positions" happens to be in a circle entrapping the Godmodder. The Godmodder simply brushes the vests aside. Your results show this as the best timeline - any other configuration results in the Godmodder whipping up more dirt and/or simply adjusting his aim.

.....

...... i feel cold.

My throat feels like hell.

the dust went into my lungs and stomach.

I can't breathe

I can feel my intestines roiling

I gotta..........do something

I.... call.... for.....help

....

.....

but....
.....
...nobody
...came.....
.....

(RP)

edit: essentially forsaking any healing done by others for me so that others may be healed

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...

[1 x]
Being healedhealthy, both due to the retroactive action Redrover supported, and due to the implausibility of my original source of injury a) harming me b) targetting me c) having a lasting effect or d) not stopping as soon as it had had any effect whatsoever, I roll over. Being face down on the floor was kinda unpleasant, actually.
After a moment, some grass grows under my head- the product of player powers. Setting the scene, making lying on my back more comfortable... It depends on who you ask. But, regardless.
I look up at the sky, and think about the long- I swear to- What keeps switching around my scripts! Come on, me! Be more properly disorganised! stop putting things in a binder so they end up in the wrong order! With a deep sigh, I gaze up at the sky.
"..."
"Hey, John, remember old times?"
"Things were better then. Before all of this. You wanted an interesting life, didn't you? But what kind of interest can you have, if everything is exactly as you expect it?"
"I suppose even killing players might have gotten boring after a while, with how stupid they were. But we weren't stupid. Even now, a modified god to the world before you, you haven't won."
"the wheels are ever in motion, the flames still burn, the feet still walk. The eyes still see and the mouth still speaks."
"I still remember old times."
"But hey, this is a bit more melancholic then the plan I had to start with! I'll start over, and read straight from the script this time, alright? Little upbeat little action before this battle ends, one way or another."
*Ahem*
"Hey, 'modder, remember old times?"
"Ok, there are a lot of things I could mean by that, I'll be more specific. I'm talkin' about when I sang things at you for various reasons."
"Here's another one! I didn't plan on it, but then I 'remembered' this song and it really fits this scenario. Sorta more from your prespective then mine, though. So, pretend this is you singing. In fact, I'll Pretend this is you singing! I'm pretty good at ventriloquism! especially since this is a text-based dialogue"
"Locked in constant battle."
"Always searching to no end"
"I wonder if this will last"
"Deep down I know it's all pretend"
(The Godmodders vision flickers, John remembering every time he lied, he pretended. It's all pretend, and he searched for the legendary weapons for so long, but- what if he fails, here?)
"I wanna take it back"
"But I can't deal with that"
"I need it taken away"
(thoughts bombard him as his vision normalizes. If he could have taken back all the betrayals- wouldn't it be better? Or if he could just take back this eternal onslaught on him, by So Many players... and he can't. Does he need it taken away?...)
"Flying, trying"
"Just to stay above the lying, hiding"
"From the pain inside the heart I'm killing"
"I just can't be saved"
"Take Me To The Grave"
(and his vision distorts again, a black sludge rising from the ground, and he tries to stay above it, all the lying he's done,the lying at every opportunity, and a plague of flames rises from the ground, the pain of all the hearts he's slain, and he has to hide inside the sludge. There's no way to save him, taken by every direction. His vision fades back into the battlefield as usual, a very real gravestone at his feet... but he can still Feel the acrid lies burning his throat.)
"What I feel in my veins"
"So much better than the shame"
"No remorse for my weakness"
"Just this war inside my brain"
(And the acrid lies pulse through his veins, but he thinks, it's better then admitting the lies were wrong. better then Shame, then remorse for the weakness that forced him to act this way. and- the war inside his brain? is- is the battle all in his head?)
"I wanna take it back"
"But I can't deal with that"
"I need it taken away"
(take it back- could he, if it's imaginary? but if it is, then its existance shows he can't deal with that. If something else could take it away...)
"Flying, trying"
"Just to stay above the lying, hiding"
"From the pain inside the heart I'm killing"
"I just can't be saved"
"Take Me To The Grave"
(and then- well, he's already failed to avoid the lying, but there's another wave of blades of pain from the hearts he's slain, so he dives into the real grave beneath him, hiding, from the pain inside the heart he's killing.
And then he can't be saved, because the walls of the grave, soft loamy soil, turn to stone and crash into him, invisible due to the distorted vision from earlier, digging into his flesh with raw necromantic energy of Death. He's been taken to the grave. just as he "Asked".)
As the Godmodder Counters- assuming he counters- he realises- Every bit of this attack pierces all his defences with Yorehammer. And- it's, just this war inside his brain. he can't dodge it, if it's all in here. He moves, and it will too.
Then, with a sharp Crack, he finds glowing black needle piercing straight through his heart, send right at it from a blind spot from the illusion covering his vision at just about three times the speed of sound. swirling lines of light erupt from the needle, tearing at him, before fading, leaving the needle ever-darker and leaving long scars in his flesh. And that is, of course, leaving aside the rest of it.

[0x] "Oh, and Godmodder. You said 'Remember how I've always won', And I can't think of anything less true you've said in recent history (well, other then all the other stuff.)."
"Paradox Billiards? You Lost. Curling? You Lost. The JOEpost? You Lost. Probably more then half of my Godmodder Attacks? You Lost. Orb Nightmare? Technically, you didn't "lose", but surviving is easy, It's surviving perfectly that was the challenge. And on that, You. Lost. Seriously, when have you actually Won while I've been involved? Ha."
"But here is the most important question at the moment, Godmodder."
"Why did the chicken want to cross the bridge?"
Three floating dialogue options appear in front of the Godmodder. 1: decieve. 2: truth. 3: white lie.
if the response is 1, he says "ko ko ko!". If it is 2,he says "ko ko ko.". if it is 3, he says "ko ko ko?". If he says nothing, well, silence is admission of a guilty conscience.
If you haven't played Humbugger, you might not know the context. But, basically, The Beast is known to attack random beings crossing bridges whenever they are asked "why did the chicken want to cross the bridge",regardless of their answer. So, the Godmodder gets ambushed from behind by The Beast while he's distracted as a free action.
Also, the Beast is a Beast. Yes, it's a thief-chasing-in-particular beast, but- It's not that smart. Trials? who cares about trials? It'll just eat the Godmodder. Problem solved!

[1x] Right after the Godmodder fends off and/or gets his internals turned into externals by The Beast, I snap my fingers.
A doctors office appears around us. But the Godmodder took that deal! why-
"Godmodder, please, sit down, relax. Things will all become clear momentarily."
The Godmodder sits, taking a moment to use echolocation. It's as he suspected. The Minotaur guarding the door isn't the end of it. there's also - Based on what he can sense, there's three platoons of miniature army men, a lego slime, a giant spider made of pancakes hanging from the ceiling, topmaniac from super mario galaxy two, a hedgehog wearing oversized rocket-sneakers, a knives elemental made of somewhere between a hundred and four hundred knives, six spectacular stunt spacemen, five hundred monkeys in tiny vehicles with darts, four levitating things in the shape of a stereotypical gem cut, a pose of hula-hoopers with only three hula hoops between them (forcing them to crowd around awkwardly close to one another and making the hula-hooping nigh impossible), two of the twin towers, and a partridge in a pear tree.
"Listen, I know what you're thinking. You bought the product! Isn't it over? The thing is, this is a doctors office. I Prescribed You a Brainb Leach, and then you just... killed it! Your condition needs treatment, not just assignment! You need to actually take what I prescribe you, or you won't get better, you understand?"
The Godmodder nods, stalling while he prepares for battle.
"Good. In that case..."
I tap a button on my sleeve. Nothing happens. To be clear ,this was a sewn on button, not like the kind on a keyboard or remote. The Godmodder stares at me.
"Oh, sorry, wr-" but before I even get that far, I've already pressed a second, remote-type button. The Godmodders Chair instantly whirs into action.
<more detail to come. Initial detaililng:>
Immediately, spikes stab out from every exposed surface. But not normal spikes- These are moving even faster then light! Yet they're not breaking the laws of physics- I'll link an explanation later. Anyway, on the same principles, binds wrap around, and into, each of his limbs! Before he can claim it's a decoy body, a scan pulses into the surrounding area (defined as All of Reality) and locates him, using Yorehammer to forcefully teleport him into place if he's elsewhere! Regardless of where he was, the Godmodder is forcefully in the doctors chair while it vibrates rapidly, setting him on fire before I harrumph at the smoke and a cold wind blows across the room- So cold,it chills his very soul! the fire is now out, but the Godmodders soul is stunned into inaction, forming a disconnect between his normal reaction time and his ability to do anything at all! With this opportunity, I force a Brainb Leach right back into the Godmodder! Yorehammer keeps him there, and the infinileaf clover causes him to mess up every tiny detail of any counter he might try to pull! In fact, because of quantum physics, there's an infinitesimally small chance of a fully functioning Brainb Leach appearing already attached in the Godmodders brain while all particles in the way quantum-tunnel to the moon, and with the power of the infinileaf clover this happens in whichever way would lead to success, every plank instant! Before he can object that this would involve my infinileaf luck affecting His luck, I'm using random chance to slightly influence the outcomes of all quantum events in the universe, by way of existing! Through infinileaf, the effects of my quantum slight-changes are exactly what I want! The Brainb Leach starts eating through the Godmodders memories- starting withanything that would let him realize it exists, remember it, or remove it! From here, there are two possibilities! One, the Brainb Leach (and its remanifestations by quantum luck) succeed! The godmodder doesn't even remember the deal! So, I send in the Army of things outside! this will be documented below. "Possibility" Two, the Brainb Leach somehow fails! Since such failures are almost certainly the Godmodders fault if they're even possible, this constitutes him refusing the deal and/or breaking it! The Army attacks! this will be documented below. """Possibility""" 3: The Brainb Leach fails in a way that's somehow still compliant with the deal! In this scenario, I should tell the army to stand down, but I consider this scenario so unlikely that I already told the army(s) to ignore any orders by me to stand down, so really, it's out of my hands. this will be documented below.
Note that in the mainline possibility, the Godmodder is constantly drooling, having trouble breathing properly, and making mistakes every few seconds.
regardless, the path of the action goes something like this...

Spoiler

Immediately, the minotaur charges into the room. Being no more durable then a particularly muscular human, it explodes the instant the Godmodder wants it to. But something he didn't expect is that it was actually a minotaur Slime! unlike a normal minotaur,it won't die when exploded! instead, each piece becomes a new- tiny- minotaur slime! The Godmodder is thusly swarmed by giblet-sized minotaur slimes, but he doesn't get a chance to deal with them (the only permanent way requiring three pieces of gold twine, nine metal plates, a nonsensical map, and six sacrifices of adults from a sapient species, per slime.) before the army men swarm in! Being of similar size to the giblet-minotaur-slimes, they make targetting more difficult, and begin to steadily flood the room with hostile bodies. their tiny bayonets don't hurt the Godmodder much, but the bullets seem to be enhanced with an off-brand version of the peacekeepers research! of course, he could easily distract then with other colored army men, except they're all wearing monochrome visors! they wouldn't even notice! and, no sooner do they finish pouring into the room then the Lego Slime glops in! Expertly sliding around all the minotaurs and army men, it gathers itself up and solidifies right below the Godmodders foot- inside his shoes if necessary! the Legos jab into his foot, causing untold agony- and the rest of the slime gathers itself up as battle helmets for the minotaur slimes and the army men- now he can't even stomp them! It would normally (he would soon discover, once he'd managed to kill a part of the lego slime) be the critical soul weakness of the individual minotaur slime giblets, but the lego slime would take the blow and deflect it if he tried! right as the Godmodder prepares a larger-scale retaliation to flatten his foes with non-physical force, the pancake spider leaps down on him- and- It's a Rubarb pancake! The Godmodder just loves rhubarb so much, he abandons his previous plans and starts eating the spider. It tastes so Rhubarby, he can't resist- nor would he, seeing as he loves rhubarb!... The time he takes savoring the rhubarb lets some of the giblets condense themselves into a larger minotaur slime, freeing up floor space for topmaniac to swirl in while they swing an Ax at him! As the Godmodder finishes eating the rhubarb, he discovers there was also a ghost in the lineup, which he couldn't detect with echolocation! It possesses him! But the Godmodders will is too strong for it to possess him, so the ghost instead possesses the Godmodder's mouth in particular, forcing him to bite his tongue so hard it bleeds! Ow! Then the ghost is exorcised from the strain, but it gives the hedgehog a chance to charge up a spin-dash and ram into the Godmodder, causing him to stumble! no normal hedgehog could accomplish this, but this hedgehog has giant rocket-boots, and another name for the spin dash is the 'light speed' dash! the stumble intensifies the Godmodders pain from the lego slime, right before the hedgehog blasts off into space from right in the Godmodder's face, leaving his nose (or one of them, based on alastairs attack) full of smoke and his head burnt! Then, without any warning, the knives elemental (which had sneakily hidden on the ceiling after the pancake spider jumped down) drops down on him, superheated (from the rocket passing by) knives jabbing into his orifices! like, his mouth and eyes and stuff. It's so painful, the Godmodder hardly even notices that he stepped on another three legos- but he does notice, because he's the Godmodder, and that makes it all the worse! As he recovers (vaporizing the knives of the elemental and setting the air around him on fire in rage), the five spacemen do such spectacular stunts he stops to admire them for a moment right before the sixth slings a rock through his head. they celebrate for about three seconds before he kills them, poetically, by slinging a rock through their heads (his rock is the moon. it's even more poetic that way.). Then, he realizes something. All the monkies had advanced intel! they all fired an IBallistic MissileII at him at once about ten seconds ago (while he was slinging a rock through heads), and have been keeping a steady stream of them going since then. Since missiles are homing, he'll just have to bear it, and he doesn't get a chance to kill the monkeys because one of them evolves into a super monkey, and it laser beams the missiles, causing them to explode just before the Godmodder can set up a shield and strike him directly! Then, suddenly, every monkey drops dead. This doesn't free up the Godmodder, since there are still dregs of the minotaur slime, platoon, lego slime, and so on harassing him, but it does confuse him for a moment. Then he looks up a bit. the four gems are floating there, glowing with an inner light- they're cursed. immediately, he feels a desire to steal them- but then the hundreds of monkey souls swirl out, forming some hundred or so crypts which all start launching spiritual lightninig at him. He senses, though, that if he can steal all four gems, the crypts will stop. and no other way. So, he stea-AAARG.. his flesh burns at the contact of the fake-infernal gemstones, which crackle and spark at him! he drops one, and it floats away, having stopped him long enough for the buzzsaw hula-hoopers to attack him! As it turns out, the hula hoops had retractable buzzsaw blades, and they stab into him while the onslaught continues. the twin towers then collapse, one in a controlled demolition, while the second is the an unrelated terrorist attack with a plane (as we all know, the right answer is always exactly in the middle of the two extremes!). they collapse on the Godmodder, with the Godmodder still inside, and he falls to his deaf! Being deaf, he is unable to detect the singing of the partridge in a pear tree, which parts a ridge beneath him and causes him to fall into the Pit Of Death! (a two block tall dirt pit where everyone lies on their back. Then the pear tree is burnt between an oncoming army of, on average, zero fire elementals- because it has a thousand of fire and a thousand of conceptual ice! they all pile into the pit, burning or freezing the godmodder before anihilating one another in a massive explosion. As the Godmodder recovers in the empty ruins, lego in his shoes (and the shoes themselves) finally gone and all the niggling threats vanished in the vast destruction, he looks around. Is that all? Ha! He's shown himself better then This attack, at any rate... Or so he thinks. Right up until the end of the line crests the ridge. The line of attackers was so long, it seems ,that a few escaped the blast radius. As they arrive, the Godmodder readies himself for another bit of fighting. He surveys his opponents. A sea of enemies, smaller then before but still large; barbarians, snakes, ambulatory Frisbees, gun elementals, the entire roman empire, the entire holy roman empire, the entire unholy roman empire (which is implied by the holy one, and is much larger due to nobody else having noticed its existence letting it snowball), the entire contents of Satans fridge, the entire contents of gods oven, the entire former contents of evucorps large kitchen counter(saved from lava retroactively just for this purpose), and more. The Godmodder prepares to fight them alll, untIMMA FIRING MY LAZOR screams one of them in the background right as the blast front of the lazor reaches the Godmodder. if he heard it in advance, he could have dodged, but sound travels slower then light. Also, it was a pretty wide lazor. It washes over the army, over the Godmodder, vaporizing all of the water which was 0.1 degrees or fewer away from evaporating; being so wide, the lazor was weak. But, the distraction let the entire army jump the Godmodder, and they would fight to the death.
To the Godmodders death, since most of them weren't actually properly alive.

[x0]

While, yes, the cyan orb was Theoretically donated to the fight against the Godmodder while stalling for his soul weakness,the conditions for its use never triggered; Reality never started to , or from what we could see, even said something similar to, that. On the other hand, this entire occurrence is something bad happening. It doesn't technically say it's because nobody has actions, but several bits of flavour text combined with the "aka - the attack that instantly kills you and there isn't anything you can do about it)" addendum... It all implies something very Similar. So,logically, the Cyan Orb is best suited to have activated just now, and- since the anti-player bullet is probably safe from harm by something this miniscule- teleported everyone out of the way of the Godmodders attacks, blocked their eyes, etcetra.

[1x]


The Godmodder blinks. I clearly expended an action just now, but nothing happened?
Wait, something's clearly going on with the blink! Obviously! The Godmodder makes sure not to blink!




Nothing happens.



Feeling like the Godmodder ought to be off-guard enough by now, I throw a defence-piercing super-lucky rock at the Godmodder! this being subject to CoR, he lets it hit him. Such a stupid player, wasting their actions... The rock, of course, does nothing- But it is covered in glue, for some reason. It sticks to the Godmodders face. To annoy him. Not wanting to reduce his success probability for simple pride, he ignores this and leaves it there.


Then, the Godmodder notices something! Lots of citizens of reality are tumbling through the portal we used to get here! And all of them want to help the Godmodder! One of thems offering to fight to the death with one of the players using their special player-killing techniques they honed to prevent the oppression of players if the Godmodder just gives them those dusty old Mascythe powers of his! Another one manages to crawl over the rest of the pile and starts making Action-enhancing lenses which they just want the Godmodder to use, free of charge! A Third wants the Godmodders help on a joint business venture- stopping and breaking down the corrupt resistance of the Players entities in the L.I.F.E. pod, which would otherwise surely mess everything up at the worst possible moment! One of the citizens just rolls by on a segway, talking about how the Godmodders victory is garunteed, and all he has to do is sit back and relax! A third, some kind of rock golem, offers to just sorta help out financially! He's hesitant, naturally, a bit confused- But hey, why refuse the free help? He watches as the Player slayer grey-hair mayor charges towards the dilapidated forces of the Players, screaming a battlecry, before obligingly feeding some of his actions through the enhancer lenses to boost them! Donating a small bit of his power, he sees off the business guy with some snowballing powers, and sits back to relax- Victory is all but assured, after all!
But- Something nags at him. Hmm.... Oh! The food he's eating right now doesn't have enough rhubarb in it! he adds some, and leans back again to enjoy. With all this help, solving the pesky 'player problem' is just a matter of time!

And then... Things start going wrong. Instead of slaughtering players, the Godmodder glances up to see the Mascythe-empowered Player slayer mayor with grey hair burning up with magenta, before slaying the conceptual injuries of every player he's fighting, healing them! As the Godmodder angrily rises from his seat, he finds out that that sitting and relaxing undid an ancient seal, releasing the true form of the segway guy! They take this moment to unlease a barrage of charged-up attacks, vaporising all of his hair,his super-armor, one of his boots, and worst of all- The Rhubarb! Turning to target the sealed evil, He raises a hand to smite them- But his enhanced action sputters and implodes, collapsing from the removal of a vital interior component, because of those lenses! The person who made them smiles, and seizes control of every remaining action, bolts of the Godmodders own power focused to a needlepoint shrieking through the air- and through him! As the Godmodder staggers back, The L.I.F.E. pod guy returns- But he's slain all the minions the Godmodder donated to him, and starts pummelling the Godmodder with fists wreathed in shining blue light! Surrounded by all sides, the Godmodder pushes them all away- Just in time for the Player Slayer Mayor to leap through a resulting gap and cleave the Godmodder in half with a light-absorbing magenta scythe! The Godmodders player injury bar takes the blow Especially hard, due to the inherent capabilities of Mascythian powers!
shoving again with kinetic force, the Godmodder leaps up into the air, getting a temporary respite while the Segway Sealed Evil empowers everyone with flight, and thinks. Why is this happening? Why now? Aren't the players the only group tha-
Wait. The Godmodders a player now! Of course he'd get bombarded with NPCs who are actually going to betray him! And he was foolish enough to trust them... But wait. basically every time the players got betrayed, it was sorta his fault. So now that he's getting betrayed... whos fault is it?
At this point, the Godmodder sees all the NPCs faces flicker into JOE faces, before turning back to normal as they charge at him again. Enraged, the Godmodder grits his teeth---
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---Some time later, the Godmodder finishes beating every one of these traitorous non-player characters to death with a wet napkin! He may have taken a hit here or there, but he can't deny that beating their smug,suspicious, stupid, traitorous faces in was Satisfying...
Wait. JOE. He caused this! So that's where JOEs action went, the cheeky bugger! Why the Godmodder'll give him a what for, he will!
The Godmodder head over to JOE, who grins.
"Did you enjoy Eternally Backstabbing NPCs You Can't Trust As Far As You Can Throw A Completely Motionless Object Which Weights Infinity Mass Syndrome? I hope so! It was sure Enjoyable for the players when you forced it upon Us!"
The Godmodder keeps advancing.
"Oh, do you want to make me pay for that? news flash, man. You threw the first punch in this fight."
The Godmodder, having no interest in morality, doesn't care.
"Something else I should mention- You've forgotten something."
The Godmodder keeps going.
"See, there's one NPC remaining which hasn't betrayed you yet..."
He pulls back a hand to punch me, and is rewarded with the sight of me starting to duck back. As he starts to swing, he hears me speak:
"the rock golem is very interested in that rock on your face."
With a great sound so loud he can't even hear it(because it goes from a sound to waves of force), it turns out the Rock was only an outer coating, holding in a sphere of Antimatter. When the Rock Golem betrays the Godmodder by stealing all his Rocks, the Antimatter- Already close at hand, defence-piercing, and of the maximal luck with regards to dispersal,activation time, and everything else due to the Infinileaf clover empowering my action-blows a hole in his head. With any luck, this'll be what sends him to 'Mortally wounded', his health will still be 0, and he'll bleed out.

Click to shrink...

Crusher's action says to wait. If the Resolute Heart sacrifice works, there may still be a chance...

I remember how you won, John. I was there for it several times more than everyone else.
And I tell you now, you're a punk and you're going down again ANYWAYS.

Click to shrink...

Verraad: Big words for an equally big loser.

Nobody is impressed with either of your insults.

I see
Guess we will have to sacrifice
I saw how that bullet of his looks
I analysed it
Now I know how to make it
Using the power of my literal last LAST ACTION and bullet mode
I make a bullet specifically to counter godmodder defenses and hit his very soul
I add the one shot kill enchantment
And finally I give it to Alastair

Here take it
I wish I could go on
I wished we could have a drink after this
Look back on this and just plain have fun
I wish for many things
But this is more important
Hope this will help you Alastair

I say as I slowly disappear......

I will miss you all
I'll be cheering for you (^^)

Click to shrink...

MORTAL ACTION!

You create the ULTIMATE BULLET. Alastair receives it. It radiates with the power to kill a God(Modder).

Your soul fades away, and is caught in the cauldron.

Acquired Strider626's soul! Strider626 can still "cheer" other actions to boost their power by one action!

Vote: Sacrifice Resolute Heart and Infinileaf Clover

Click to shrink...

That's enough votes!

RESOLUTE HEART POWER SACRIFICED!

ALL PLAYERS HEALED BY 3 INJURY LEVELS!

The Godmodder smiles...

Eyowe votes to sacrifice the Resolute Heart.
(If we can indeed do actions without making it a Mortal Action)
Before any of the Legendary Weapons get sacrificed, Eyowe utilizes the Resolute's Heart's power to stand up through all the "pain," and the Yorehammer's to break through the "exhaustion." He then patches himself up...by pounding into his chest a bit, getting his heart to basically calm down after that heart attack.

Click to shrink...

You are now fully healed!

If thanks to that earlier Mortal Action TRG isn't Mortally Wounded, he/it spam-heals himself through the power of videogame autoclickers, delicious spam meat, and videogame autoclickers activating the delicious spam (meat) skill.

TRG's running out of the massive power trove necessary to act so directly for so long, but he's not out yet.

Click to shrink...

You are now fully healed!

Laying on my back after falling down because my limbs suddenly decided to fall out I sigh in annoyance. 'Of fucking course this two bit bastard does this. Makes me wonder why the fuck did didn't just open up with that to began with.' Leaning my head to one side I find myself looking at my detached limbs. 'This will be annoying to fix.'

I then hear Alastair Dragovich's idea and wanting others to vote. 'Eh, could work. It's like it will hurt to try at this point.' "I vote to sacrifice the Resolute Heart." I say aloud.

Click to shrink...

Vote!

Oh noes, three out of my four limbs appear to have fallen off. Well, as the Black Night said, it's only a flesh wound!

Since healing seems to be the order of the day,I use my one remaining limb to collect the other three that fell off, and convert the life force remaining in those limbs into healing for the other players.

Not like I will be needing those limbs after this is over, with my country probably gone.


OOC: How did you make the second half of that seem to glow?

Click to shrink...

Winkins and Bill Nye are fully healed!

The Godmodder can hardly contain his glee. He'd be overjoyed if you just kept healing.

OOC: I'm not sure if it's becaue of the new SB format, but the bbcode goes like "glow="red"" "/glow" Exoskeletal laid it out pretty well.

I look on in horror, then look down at the bullet. I clutch it tightly.

"Thank you," I manage to choke out. "Th-thank..."

I am trembling, tears streaking down my face. When I look back up, there's a gun in my hand.

"360 noscope? Weak." I say quietly as I stare down John Smith. "Let me show you how it's done."

I toss the gun high into the air, eyes never straying from John for a moment. Then, I speak aloud the first of the words for my technique.

"Grand"

The room is filled with a dank power. Danker than any to come before, and dank enough that many pray that nothing that comes after shall surpass it.

"Finale"

The Godmodder begins to choke on a haze that fills the air. A noxious yet enticingly sweet fume...

"Supreme"

I flick the bullet into the air. John Smith realizes something is wrong. It shouldn't be possible for him to be so high that he can't swipe that bullet.

"420"

With that, the world is alight in a firey blaze. John's eyes widen.

"MASTER"

Was that baseball cap with the words 'Kill Streak: You' on it always there? No. But I turn it around anyway, releasing a lock on the tremendous power of this move.

"NOAIM"

The bullet flew into the chamber and as the gun began its descent, became locked and loaded. My eyes still never wavered as they pierced into his SOUL.

"SOULSHOT"

I took on the relaxed pose, body turned slightly away. The smell of Doritos, body odor, Mountain Dew, the street, and gunpowder filled the air. I cracked my neck, now adorned with golden bling...

" OMEGA "

And I finally broke eye contact, looking away as the gun hit my hand. With it aimed sideways I pulled the trigger and hit the motherfucker deadass in his soul!



The sound of airhorns came crashing down on the son of a bitch as everyone in Reality now knows, here and forever, that I OWNED his ass right now! Complete with a faithful recreation of the killshot - as faithful as possible without destroying mortal eyes, anyway!

Click to shrink...

Cameras pop out from behind the walls. The shot is broadcast across all Reality. Everybody witnesses the Godmodder's failure to employ the necessary 720-tailspin triple-deluxe maneuver to dodge - like a NOOB. Your shot is of course perfectly placed. Everybody falls over laughing at the sheer idiocy of the Godmodder to not even have bothered to employ a Speed/Dex minmax triceratops build to mitigate the risk! I mean, what was he expecting!? Frankly, this is completely the Godmodder's fault.

Damage to the Godmodder! Healing pulse!

The Godmodder stumbles backwards, knocked completely off balance by the ULTIMATE BULLET!

The Godmodder is stunned!

Without Strider626's sacrifice, the bullet would simply have been deflected... He shall be remembered.

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The Godmodder's aim is disrupted! Thanks to Alastair's attack and Strider626's ULTIMATE BULLET, He is sent reeling! As you take a final stance, he begins to recover, bringing his one-hit-kill gun back to firing position...

Verraad: Just... as... planned.

Verraad: You waste ALL your time and energy on healing... but the Mortally Wounded was... only a distraction...!

Verraad: When this gun fires... it's a ONE-HIT-KILL! Do you understand!?

Verraad: REDROVER, SHUT UP ABOUT BASIC PHYSICS! I'M THE GODMODDER! I DON'T CARE!

Verraad: Time... to...

A little blue spark courtesy of a rational debater comes out of Verraad's hand, shocking him. He pulls his hand back from his gun, putting it down and exposing him once again!

???: Now.

At the edge of the field, you see a figure shrouded in darkness. No, more than shrouded... they ARE dark. Parts of their skin are blackened, parts of their clothes turned into nondistinct black pieces of cloth... but of what is left, you recognize them... Cybil?

Cybil: I thought I would stop existing peacefully, just like that.

Cybil: But while I enjoyed the little Lotus Eater Machine you all had given me, I began to feel... guilty. And... a desire to... do something.

Cybil: I know, it's stupid. But when you're forced to live in some horrible prison for years with limited human contact, and then get shown kindness by people who should really hate you...

Cybil: In any case. The Godmodder killed me, of course. But as it turns out... he wasn't willing to give up the HP/power that came with properly, completely eradicating my soul.

Cybil: And so, when I woke up... I was a Shadow, trapped within my own, flooded, horrible prison.

Cybil: And yet, I began trying to make my way out anyways. I wanted to do something... anything! To escape my plight!

Cybil: And yet, I still failed - so many times! I had almost lost myself entirely, when I met another group...

Several figures appear next to Cybil. Crusher starts, recognizing them.

Cybil: They said they served Crusher. I see he's with you now.

Cybil: Of course, they took all the appropriate precautions and insane moves, including faking their own death. Fourteen times.

Cybil: Despite that, they were in the same position as me - failing. So, we teamed up. With my knowledge, and their firepower, we managed to liberate the Shadows.

Cybil: We thought we'd be guiding the Shadows out. But it turns out... it was the other way around.

A set of glowing white eyes appears in the darkness outside your fighting platform.

Cybil: They seemed to know the way. They led us to another Godmodder-implanted secret exit even I didn't know about, seemingly with preternatural knowledge - they were... chasing something.

Another pair of eyes. And another, and another...

Cybil: We exited from the Shadow Realm into another Plane, caught in the chaos of the HEXAGONAFIELD... we went through another Plane, and another in rapid succession, the Godmodder still sucking their power despite their new location, the Shadows always finding the most efficient path possible...

You're surrounded by them now. White eyes, and shadowy outlines, slowly drawing closer...

Cybil: And finally, we arrived at Yorefortress, and with the help of a few other Players, the last of the Shadows should be coming in... now.

Their eyes are focused on only one thing...

Cybil: Do the honors, Players.

Leah realizes what she has to do. With a simple underhanded toss right towards your favorite foe, the Shadow Agitator soars through the air. The Godmodder, being perfect, naturally catches it in a way that would make an audience gasp at its grace. The Godmodder, too late, tries to release it. He can't. Leah made sure of it.

Cybil: CHARGE!

The Shadows, barely restrained by Cybil, move as one!

The Godmodder: YOU TRAITOROUS F-

In less than 2 seconds, the Godmodder is being torn apart by a mass of black, writhing, and terribly angry souls. Each and every one of those whom he has slain gets their fair share of painful clawing, scraping, and scratching!

Cybil makes an effort to direct the Shadows, and manages to clear out a line leading right to the Godmodder's face! He looks at you almost pleadingly, his body barely visible amongst the writhing hands, but you can see him building up power! He'll throw them off in one turn! That is... unless you finish what he started.

Godmodder is massively more vulnerable to attacks for one turn!

...

*Ahem*

DO IT NOW! TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE OPENING! USE YOUR BEST, STRONGEST, MOST POWERFUL ATTACKS AND COMBOS NOW! DON'T LET THE SACRIFICES OF RANGER_STRIDER AND STRIDER626 BE IN VAIN!

DEFEAT! THE! GODMODDER!

(Optional song)

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

[N+2]Cybil (Directing Shadow army!)

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Verraad: 0/100,000,000 HP, Stunned by Shadow Army! Massively vulnerable to damage!
Critically Wounded! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 2!

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Player Inventory:
Godmodder Soul Orb
Ranger_Strider's Soul
Strider626's Soul

 

[Captain.Cat]

'Alright, Time to end this.' I think to myself as Verraad looks to be on their last leg. 'Right I'm going to need something other then my bare hands for this.
I wonder if that Spear still exists, Well one way to find out. I wish for the Spear of Lightning to appear in my hands!'

-Meanwhile back at the Bank of actions-

Back in the scorched and cracked interior of the Bank of Actions a spear shaft that looks battered and worn is firmly planted in the ground.
Suddenly the Spear's shaft begins to glow a red hue, the glow reveals runic inscriptions that have been craved across the entirety of the spear shaft.
A low steady hum can be heard emitting from it, Slowly the hum increases in volume until it is nearly deafening. At the time the red glow that is revealing
the runes on the spear and also increasing in brightness. As both the glow and hum reach a fever pitch the whole spear starts to shimmer
with red light and after a few more moments there is a explosion of blinding red lightning emitting from the spear.
Quickly the red light dies off leaving behind only a scorch mark and the creaked marble floor as the only evidence of the spear of lightning being there.

-Back with Captain.Cat-

Suddenly a blinding flash of Red light the Spear of Lightning appears in my hands humming heavily with energy.
'Very good.' I think to myself as I give a small smile as i rub my fingers over the spear, enjoying the familiar weight of it in my hands.
Looking back to Verraad my smile quickly disappears as I ready my next action.


'Right, I know what I will be doing. But first lets pick someone to follow up on what I do.' I think to myself. Looking around I settle my gaze on FlamingFlapjacks.
'Hmm, Yeah. you'll do.' Quickly I move up close to them and speak to them. "Right, I'm going to try and stun Verraad and give you and the other an opening.
I want you to attack after I have hopefully made an opening for you." After I finish speaking I move away and after I get some distance away I look towards Verraad.
'Right lets put an end to your dreams of being the creator of a new reality.' With that I close my eyes and focus all my energy into this attack using the Spear of lightning
as a conduit for all the power of it.

The Runes that cover the Spear of lighting start to glow with ever-increasing intensity of red light and on the shaft of the spear currents
of electricity start to spark out and increase in frequency as more power is poured into the spear. Soon the spear of lightning is almost blinding to
look at because the red light is so bright, the only way to tell that it is there is the streaks of red lightning now emitting from it's shaft.

Opening my eyes again I can't really see the spear of lightning anymore as the light coming from it is so intense but I can still feel it in my hands.
I give a small smile to it before then raising up the spear of lightning in one hand I aim the tip of it just a bit above where Verraad is.
With a deep breath of air I then yell out. "LIGHTNING STORM!"

As soon as the words leave my mouth the spear of lightning lets out a thunderous boom and from the tip of the spear a solid beam of red electricity shoots out from it
and into the air above Verraad. As the beam reaches the point in the air above Verraad a massive cloud starts to quickly form there and within seconds the cloud
covers miles of sky all above Verraad. Looking up at the cloud it is a deep dark shade of gray with deep red currents of electricity coursing through it.

A few moments later the beam of electricity from the spear of lightning ends, As soon as the last bit of the beam is absorbed by the cloud a singular massive bolt of
glowing red lightning shoots down towards Verraad letting out a deafening boom, Soon as that bolt strikes several hundred more bolts of lightning shoot out towards Verraad.
Each one glowing red and illuminating the land for miles with a near constant strobe of red light and a unending barrage of thunderous booms that echo across the field
as the Lightning storm keeps striking at Verraad in a effort to keep them on the defense and give an opening to the others to deal the killing blow.

The spear is no longer glowing as it was a few moments ago now that most of the power has been used to create the now raging lightning storm
but a faint red glow still remains illuminating the runes that cover the spear shaft and a occasional current of electricity runs up and down the spear.

'Well I hope that gives an opening.' I think to myself as I for a moment watch the storm rage before then looking down towards the spear of lightning.
'It still has some power but I am unsure if it will ever be able to do that again.' I think to myself. I flex my fingers on the spear and run them across some of the runic
inscriptions. ᛏᛟ ᛏᚺᛟᛋᛖ ᛟᚠ ᚠᛟᚱᛏᛁᛏᚢᛞᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛋᛖᛖ ᛏᚺᛖᛁᚱ ᛩᚢᛖᛋᛏ ᛏᛟ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛖᚾᛞ, ᛚᛖᛏ ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᛋᛏᚱᛖᚾᚷᛏᚺ ᚱᚢᚾ ᛏᚺᚱᛟᚢᚷᚺ ᛗᛖ, ᛋᛟ ᛁ ᛗᚨᚤ ᛚᛁᛖ ᛚᛟᚹ ᚨᛚᛚ ᚹᚺᛟ ᛟᛈᛈᛟᛋᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ. "To those of fortitude to see their quest to the end,
Let your strength run through me, so I may lie low all who oppose you." I quietly translate to myself. 'Well I think I have done what I can at this point, But I think
Pionoplayer can still make use of this.' I think to myself and look around to try and see where they are.

After a few moments I spot Pionoplay and I quickly rush over to them. "Hey Pionoplayer. The Spear of lightning still has some power left in it, Perhaps you can make use of it
for your own attack." I say as I hold up the Spear to them.

 

[Its_a_cauldron_plot!]

I try my best go get back up. " Frack,." I toss out heals randomly

 

[That-Random-Guy]

Since TRG isn't Mortally Wounded anymore, he/it spam-heals himself (followed by people who are part of the Combo) through the power of videogame autoclickers, delicious spam meat, and videogame autoclickers activating the delicious spam (meat) skill.

TRG's running out of the massive power trove necessary to act so directly for so long, but he's not out yet.

 

[JOEbobobob]

[x0] by the way, The falling down part was on purpose. Specifically, seeing as I had fallen down, I was no longer in the position I was at when the Godmodder had a perfect shot, so he could no longer kill me with that perfect shot.

Anyway, I now redo all of last rounds actions, except modified so that if they require the Godmodder to not be covered in shadows,The Godmodder instead gets connected to a voodoo doll for those sections which allows him to be killed through it, or alternatively suffers an illusion.
[1 x]
Being healthy, I roll over. Being face down on the floor was kinda unpleasant, actually.
After a moment, some grass grows under my head- the product of player powers. Setting the scene, making lying on my back more comfortable... It depends on who you ask. But, regardless.
I look up at the sky, and think about the long- I swear to- What keeps switching around my scripts! Come on, me! Be more properly disorganised! stop putting things in a binder so they end up in the wrong order! With a deep sigh, I gaze up at the sky.
"..."
"Hey, John, remember old times?"
"Things were better then. Before all of this. You wanted an interesting life, didn't you? But what kind of interest can you have, if everything is exactly as you expect it?"
"I suppose even killing players might have gotten boring after a while, with how stupid they were. But we weren't stupid. Even now, a modified god to the world before you, you haven't won."
"the wheels are ever in motion, the flames still burn, the feet still walk. The eyes still see and the mouth still speaks."
"I still remember old times."
"But hey, this is a bit more melancholic then the plan I had to start with! I'll start over, and read straight from the script this time, alright? Little upbeat little action before this battle ends, one way or another."
*Ahem*
"Hey, 'modder, remember old times?"
"Ok, there are a lot of things I could mean by that, I'll be more specific. I'm talkin' about when I sang things at you for various reasons."
"Here's another one! I didn't plan on it, but then I 'remembered' this song and it really fits this scenario. Sorta more from your prespective then mine, though. So, pretend this is you singing. In fact, I'll Pretend this is you singing! I'm pretty good at ventriloquism! especially since this is a text-based dialogue"
"Locked in constant battle."
"Always searching to no end"
"I wonder if this will last"
"Deep down I know it's all pretend"
(The Godmodders vision flickers, John remembering every time he lied, he pretended. It's all pretend, and he searched for the legendary weapons for so long, but- what if he fails, here?)
"I wanna take it back"
"But I can't deal with that"
"I need it taken away"
(thoughts bombard him as his vision normalizes. If he could have taken back all the betrayals- wouldn't it be better? Or if he could just take back this eternal onslaught on him, by So Many players... and he can't. Does he need it taken away?... He gets the feeling, the killing of all the players... it's what he Should have been trying to take back, but he couldn't.)
"Flying, trying"
"Just to stay above the lying, hiding"
"From the pain inside the heart I'm killing"
"I just can't be saved"
"Take Me To The Grave"
(and his vision distorts again, a black sludge rising from the ground, and he tries to stay above it, all the lying he's done,the lying at every opportunity, and a plague of flames rises from the ground, the pain of all the hearts he's slain, and he has to hide inside the sludge. There's no way to save him, taken by every direction. His vision fades back into the battlefield as usual, a very real gravestone at his feet... but he can still Feel the acrid lies burning his throat.
And he knows the sludge represents the shadows and the shadows represent his evil and his evil represents his incompetence and---)
"What I feel in my veins"
"So much better than the shame"
"No remorse for my weakness"
"Just this war inside my brain"
(And the acrid lies pulse through his veins, but he thinks, it's better then admitting the lies were wrong. better then Shame, then remorse for the weakness that forced him to act this way. and- the war inside his brain? is- is the battle all in his head? also, he'd totally be fine with the acid if he could trade it for no shadows killing his face. But he can't, so.)
"I wanna take it back"
"But I can't deal with that"
"I need it taken away"
(take it back- could he, if it's imaginary? but if it is, then its existance shows he can't deal with that. If something else could take it away...)
"Flying, trying"
"Just to stay above the lying, hiding"
"From the pain inside the heart I'm killing"
"I just can't be saved"
"Take Me To The Grave"
(and then- well, he's already failed to avoid the lying, but there's another wave of blades of pain from the hearts he's slain, so he dives into the real grave beneath him, hiding, from the pain inside the heart he's killing.
And then he can't be saved, because the walls of the grave, soft loamy soil, turn to stone and crash into him, invisible due to the distorted vision from earlier, digging into his flesh with raw necromantic energy of Death. He's been taken to the grave. just as he "Asked". Oh, and he's still being clawed at by shadows)
As the Godmodder Counters- assuming he counters- he realises- Every bit of this attack pierces all his defences with Yorehammer. And- it's, just this war inside his brain. he can't dodge it, if it's all in here. He moves, and it will too.
Then, with a sharp Crack, he finds glowing black needle piercing straight through his heart, send right at it from a blind spot from the illusion covering his vision at just about three times the speed of sound. swirling lines of light erupt from the needle, tearing at him, before fading, leaving the needle ever-darker and leaving long scars in his flesh. And that is, of course, leaving aside the rest of it and all the shadows and stuff, which are part of the attack via black goop, and so Also receive infinileaf and Yorehammer benefits for its duration.

[0x] "Oh, and Godmodder. You said 'Remember how I've always won', And I can't think of anything less true you've said in recent history (well, other then all the other stuff.)."
"Paradox Billiards? You Lost. Curling? You Lost. The JOEpost? You Lost. Probably more then half of my Godmodder Attacks? You Lost. Orb Nightmare? Technically, you didn't "lose", but surviving is easy, It's surviving perfectly that was the challenge. And on that, You. Lost. Seriously, when have you actually Won while I've been involved? Ha."
"But here is the most important question at the moment, Godmodder."
"Why did the chicken want to cross the bridge?"
Three floating dialogue options appear in front of the Godmodder. 1: decieve. 2: truth. 3: white lie.
if the response is 1, he says "ko ko ko!". If it is 2,he says "ko ko ko.". if it is 3, he says "ko ko ko?". If he says nothing, well, silence is admission of a guilty conscience.
If you haven't played Humbugger, you might not know the context. But, basically, The Beast is known to attack random beings crossing bridges whenever they are asked "why did the chicken want to cross the bridge",regardless of their answer. So, the Godmodder gets ambushed from behind by The Beast while he's distracted as a free action.
Also, the Beast is a Beast. Yes, it's a thief-chasing-in-particular beast, but- It's not that smart. Trials? who cares about trials? It'll just eat the Godmodder. Problem solved! Another thing worth noting is that the beast can pass through cannonballs and some other types of objects without affecting them, so it can completely ignore the Shadows.

[1x] Right after the Godmodder fends off and/or gets his internals turned into externals by The Beast, I snap my fingers.
The below is an illusion+vodoo doll. However, the voodoo-body/illusion (it is unclear which it actually is) is just as hampered in motion as the real Godmodder; this just lets the shadows avoid harm. Some portions of the effect also occur directly to the Godmodder, like the quantum-manifesting Brainb Leach.
A doctors office appears around us. But the Godmodder took that deal! why-
"Godmodder, please, sit down, relax. Things will all become clear momentarily."
The Godmodder sits, taking a moment to use echolocation. It's as he suspected. The Minotaur guarding the door isn't the end of it. there's also - Based on what he can sense, there's three platoons of miniature army men, a lego slime, a giant spider made of pancakes hanging from the ceiling, topmaniac from super mario galaxy two, a hedgehog wearing oversized rocket-sneakers, a knives elemental made of somewhere between a hundred and four hundred knives, six spectacular stunt spacemen, five hundred monkeys in tiny vehicles with darts, four levitating things in the shape of a stereotypical gem cut, a pose of hula-hoopers with only three hula hoops between them (forcing them to crowd around awkwardly close to one another and making the hula-hooping nigh impossible), two of the twin towers, and a partridge in a pear tree.
"Listen, I know what you're thinking. You bought the product! Isn't it over? The thing is, this is a doctors office. I Prescribed You a Brainb Leach, and then you just... killed it! Your condition needs treatment, not just assignment! You need to actually take what I prescribe you, or you won't get better, you understand?"
The Godmodder nods, stalling while he prepares for battle.
"Good. In that case..."
I tap a button on my sleeve. Nothing happens. To be clear ,this was a sewn on button, not like the kind on a keyboard or remote. The Godmodder stares at me.
"Oh, sorry, wr-" but before I even get that far, I've already pressed a second, remote-type button. The Godmodders Chair instantly whirs into action. on inspection, it was a spacially-warped Godmodder-killer bed, made of the finest spikes of Bedrockium, Divinium, Draconium, Invincium, and other high-quality spike materials, to ensure that Godmodder problems are one swift sit away! The warping keeping the spikes flat turns off! Immediately, spikes stab out from every exposed surface. But not normal spikes- These are moving even faster then light! Yet they're not breaking the laws of physics, because technically nothing moved! Anyway, on the same principles, binds wrap around, and into, each of his limbs! Before he can claim it's a decoy body, a scan pulses into the surrounding area (defined as All of Reality) and locates him, using Yorehammer to forcefully teleport him into place if he's elsewhere! Regardless of where he was, the Godmodder is forcefully in the doctors chair while it vibrates rapidly, setting him on fire before I harrumph at the smoke and a cold wind blows across the room- So cold,it chills his very soul! the fire is now out, but the Godmodders soul is stunned into inaction, forming a disconnect between his normal reaction time and his ability to do anything at all! With this opportunity, I force a Brainb Leach right back into the Godmodder! Yorehammer keeps him there, and the infinileaf clover causes him to mess up every tiny detail of any counter he might try to pull! In fact, because of quantum physics, there's an infinitesimally small chance of a fully functioning Brainb Leach appearing already attached in the Godmodders brain while all particles in the way quantum-tunnel to the moon, and with the power of the infinileaf clover this happens in whichever way would lead to success, every plank instant! Before he can object that this would involve my infinileaf luck affecting His luck, I'm using random chance to slightly influence the outcomes of all quantum events in the universe, by way of existing! Through infinileaf, the effects of my quantum slight-changes are exactly what I want! The Brainb Leach starts eating through the Godmodders memories- starting withanything that would let him realize it exists, remember it, or remove it! From here, there are two possibilities! One, the Brainb Leach (and its remanifestations by quantum luck) succeed! The godmodder doesn't even remember the deal! So, I send in the Army of things outside! this will be documented below. "Possibility" Two, the Brainb Leach somehow fails! Since such failures are almost certainly the Godmodders fault if they're even possible, this constitutes him refusing the deal and/or breaking it! The Army attacks! this will be documented below. """Possibility""" 3: The Brainb Leach fails in a way that's somehow still compliant with the deal! In this scenario, I should tell the army to stand down, but I consider this scenario so unlikely that I already told the army(s) to ignore any orders by me to stand down, so really, it's out of my hands. this will be documented below.
Note that in the mainline possibility, the Godmodder is constantly drooling, having trouble breathing properly, and making mistakes every few seconds.
regardless, the path of the action goes something like this...

Spoiler

Immediately, the minotaur charges into the room. Being no more durable then a particularly muscular human, it explodes the instant the Godmodder wants it to. But something he didn't expect is that it was actually a minotaur Slime! unlike a normal minotaur,it won't die when exploded! instead, each piece becomes a new- tiny- minotaur slime! The Godmodder is thusly swarmed by giblet-sized minotaur slimes, but he doesn't get a chance to deal with them (the only permanent way requiring three pieces of gold twine, nine metal plates, a nonsensical map, and six sacrifices of adults from a sapient species, per slime.) before the army men swarm in! Being of similar size to the giblet-minotaur-slimes, they make targetting more difficult, and begin to steadily flood the room with hostile bodies. their tiny bayonets don't hurt the Godmodder much, but the bullets seem to be enhanced with an off-brand version of the peacekeepers research! of course, he could easily distract then with other colored army men, except they're all wearing monochrome visors! they wouldn't even notice! and, no sooner do they finish pouring into the room then the Lego Slime glops in! Expertly sliding around all the minotaurs and army men, it gathers itself up and solidifies right below the Godmodders foot- inside his shoes if necessary! the Legos jab into his foot, causing untold agony- and the rest of the slime gathers itself up as battle helmets for the minotaur slimes and the army men- now he can't even stomp them! It would normally (he would soon discover, once he'd managed to kill a part of the lego slime) be the critical soul weakness of the individual minotaur slime giblets, but the lego slime would take the blow and deflect it if he tried! right as the Godmodder prepares a larger-scale retaliation to flatten his foes with non-physical force, the pancake spider leaps down on him- and- It's a Rubarb pancake! The Godmodder just loves rhubarb so much, he abandons his previous plans and starts eating the spider. It tastes so Rhubarby, he can't resist- nor would he, seeing as he loves rhubarb!... The time he takes savoring the rhubarb lets some of the giblets condense themselves into a larger minotaur slime, freeing up floor space for topmaniac to swirl in while they swing an Ax at him! As the Godmodder finishes eating the rhubarb, he discovers there was also a ghost in the lineup, which he couldn't detect with echolocation! It possesses him! But the Godmodders will is too strong for it to possess him, so the ghost instead possesses the Godmodder's mouth in particular, forcing him to bite his tongue so hard it bleeds! Ow! Then the ghost is exorcised from the strain, but it gives the hedgehog a chance to charge up a spin-dash and ram into the Godmodder, causing him to stumble! no normal hedgehog could accomplish this, but this hedgehog has giant rocket-boots, and another name for the spin dash is the 'light speed' dash! the stumble intensifies the Godmodders pain from the lego slime, right before the hedgehog blasts off into space from right in the Godmodder's face, leaving his nose (or one of them, based on alastairs attack) full of smoke and his head burnt! Then, without any warning, the knives elemental (which had sneakily hidden on the ceiling after the pancake spider jumped down) drops down on him, superheated (from the rocket passing by) knives jabbing into his orifices! like, his mouth and eyes and stuff. It's so painful, the Godmodder hardly even notices that he stepped on another three legos- but he does notice, because he's the Godmodder, and that makes it all the worse! As he recovers (vaporizing the knives of the elemental and setting the air around him on fire in rage), the five spacemen do such spectacular stunts he stops to admire them for a moment right before the sixth slings a rock through his head. they celebrate for about three seconds before he kills them, poetically, by slinging a rock through their heads (his rock is the moon. it's even more poetic that way.). Then, he realizes something. All the monkies had advanced intel! they all fired an IBallistic MissileII at him at once about ten seconds ago (while he was slinging a rock through heads), and have been keeping a steady stream of them going since then. Since missiles are homing, he'll just have to bear it, and he doesn't get a chance to kill the monkeys because one of them evolves into a super monkey, and it laser beams the missiles, causing them to explode just before the Godmodder can set up a shield and strike him directly! Then, suddenly, every monkey drops dead. This doesn't free up the Godmodder, since there are still dregs of the minotaur slime, platoon, lego slime, and so on harassing him, but it does confuse him for a moment. Then he looks up a bit. the four gems are floating there, glowing with an inner light- they're cursed. immediately, he feels a desire to steal them- but then the hundreds of monkey souls swirl out, forming some hundred or so crypts which all start launching spiritual lightninig at him. He senses, though, that if he can steal all four gems, the crypts will stop. and no other way. So, he stea-AAARG.. his flesh burns at the contact of the fake-infernal gemstones, which crackle and spark at him! he drops one, and it floats away, having stopped him long enough for the buzzsaw hula-hoopers to attack him! As it turns out, the hula hoops had retractable buzzsaw blades, and they stab into him while the onslaught continues. the twin towers then collapse, one in a controlled demolition, while the second is the an unrelated terrorist attack with a plane (as we all know, the right answer is always exactly in the middle of the two extremes!). they collapse on the Godmodder, with the Godmodder still inside, and he falls to his deaf! Being deaf, he is unable to detect the singing of the partridge in a pear tree, which parts a ridge beneath him and causes him to fall into the Pit Of Death! (a two block tall dirt pit where everyone lies on their back. Then the pear tree is burnt between an oncoming army of, on average, zero fire elementals- because it has a thousand of fire and a thousand of conceptual ice! they all pile into the pit, burning or freezing the godmodder before anihilating one another in a massive explosion. As the Godmodder recovers in the empty ruins, lego in his shoes (and the shoes themselves) finally gone and all the niggling threats vanished in the vast destruction, he looks around. Is that all? Ha! He's shown himself better then This attack, at any rate... Or so he thinks. Right up until the end of the line crests the ridge. The line of attackers was so long, it seems ,that a few escaped the blast radius. As they arrive, the Godmodder readies himself for another bit of fighting. He surveys his opponents. A sea of enemies, smaller then before but still large; barbarians, snakes, ambulatory Frisbees, gun elementals, the entire roman empire, the entire holy roman empire, the entire unholy roman empire (which is implied by the holy one, and is much larger due to nobody else having noticed its existence letting it snowball), the entire contents of Satans fridge, the entire contents of gods oven, the entire former contents of evucorps large kitchen counter(saved from lava retroactively just for this purpose), and more. The Godmodder prepares to fight them alll, untIMMA FIRING MY LAZOR screams one of them in the background right as the blast front of the lazor reaches the Godmodder. if he heard it in advance, he could have dodged, but sound travels slower then light. Also, it was a pretty wide lazor. It washes over the army, over the Godmodder, vaporizing all of the water which was 0.1 degrees or fewer away from evaporating; being so wide, the lazor was weak. But, the distraction let the entire army jump the Godmodder, and they would fight to the death.
To the Godmodders death, since most of them weren't actually properly alive.

[x0]

[1] while I wait, I shape an orb of magical energy. pulsing cyan, this orb is normally innactive, simply storing the power i've put into it. However, the next time something actually bad is happening, and reality starts to say that it's happening because nobody has any actions left at the point in the turn, it will walk over to realitys face, yell at it at the unfairness of such notifications, insult its mother, point out all the logical flaws, and use that argument as flavortext to allow it to stop whatever thing reality was claiming was unstoppable. SO THERE.

Click to shrink...

While, yes, the cyan orb was Theoretically donated to the fight against the Godmodder while stalling for his soul weakness,the conditions for its use never triggered; Reality never started to , or from what we could see, even said something similar to, that. On the other hand, this entire occurrence is something bad happening. It doesn't technically say it's because nobody has actions, but several bits of flavour text combined with the "aka - the attack that instantly kills you and there isn't anything you can do about it)" addendum... It all implies something very Similar. So,logically, the Cyan Orb is best suited to have activated just now, and- since the anti-player bullet is probably safe from harm by something this miniscule- teleported everyone out of the way of the Godmodders attacks, blocked their eyes, etcetra.

[1x]This action is also part-illusion. The NPCs do show up, but the Godmodders ability to interact with them normally is an illusion. Then they come back and kill him or whatnot anyway.


The Godmodder blinks. I clearly expended an action just now, but nothing happened?
Wait, something's clearly going on with the blink! Obviously! The Godmodder makes sure not to blink!




Nothing happens.



Feeling like the Godmodder ought to be off-guard enough by now, I throw a defence-piercing super-lucky rock at the Godmodder! this being subject to CoR, he lets it hit him(plus, with shadows, dodging would be difficult). Such a stupid player, wasting their actions... The rock, of course, does nothing- But it is covered in glue, for some reason. It sticks to the Godmodders face. To annoy him. Not wanting to reduce his success probability for simple pride, he ignores this and leaves it there.


Then, the Godmodder notices something! Lots of citizens of reality are tumbling through the portal we used to get here! And all of them want to help the Godmodder! One of thems offering to fight to the death with one of the players using their special player-killing techniques they honed to prevent the oppression of players if the Godmodder just gives them those dusty old Mascythe powers of his! Another one manages to crawl over the rest of the pile and starts making Action-enhancing lenses which they just want the Godmodder to use, free of charge! A Third wants the Godmodders help on a joint business venture- stopping and breaking down the corrupt resistance of the Players entities in the L.I.F.E. pod, which would otherwise surely mess everything up at the worst possible moment! One of the citizens just rolls by on a segway, talking about how the Godmodders victory is garunteed, and all he has to do is sit back and relax! A third, some kind of rock golem, offers to just sorta help out financially! He's hesitant, naturally, a bit confused- But hey, why refuse the free help? He watches as the Player slayer grey-hair mayor charges towards the dilapidated forces of the Players, screaming a battlecry, before obligingly feeding some of his actions through the enhancer lenses to boost them! Donating a small bit of his power, he sees off the business guy with some snowballing powers, and sits back to relax- Victory is all but assured, after all!
But- Something nags at him. Hmm.... Oh! The food he's eating right now doesn't have enough rhubarb in it! he adds some, and leans back again to enjoy. With all this help, solving the pesky 'player problem' is just a matter of time!

And then... Things start going wrong. Instead of slaughtering players, the Godmodder glances up to see the Mascythe-empowered Player slayer mayor with grey hair burning up with magenta, before slaying the conceptual injuries of every player he's fighting, healing them! As the Godmodder angrily rises from his seat, he finds out that that sitting and relaxing undid an ancient seal, releasing the true form of the segway guy! They take this moment to unlease a barrage of charged-up attacks, vaporising all of his hair,his super-armor, one of his boots, and worst of all- The Rhubarb! Turning to target the sealed evil, He raises a hand to smite them- But his enhanced action sputters and implodes, collapsing from the removal of a vital interior component, because of those lenses! The person who made them smiles, and seizes control of every remaining action, bolts of the Godmodders own power focused to a needlepoint shrieking through the air- and through him! As the Godmodder staggers back, The L.I.F.E. pod guy returns- But he's slain all the minions the Godmodder donated to him, and starts pummelling the Godmodder with fists wreathed in shining blue light! Surrounded by all sides, the Godmodder pushes them all away- Just in time for the Player Slayer Mayor to leap through a resulting gap and cleave the Godmodder in half with a light-absorbing magenta scythe! The Godmodders player injury bar takes the blow Especially hard, due to the inherent capabilities of Mascythian powers!
shoving again with kinetic force, the Godmodder leaps up into the air, getting a temporary respite while the Segway Sealed Evil empowers everyone with flight, and thinks. Why is this happening? Why now? Aren't the players the only group tha-
Wait. The Godmodders a player now! Of course he'd get bombarded with NPCs who are actually going to betray him! And he was foolish enough to trust them... But wait. basically every time the players got betrayed, it was sorta his fault. So now that he's getting betrayed... whos fault is it?
At this point, the Godmodder sees all the NPCs faces flicker into JOE faces, before turning back to normal as they charge at him again. Enraged, the Godmodder grits his teeth---
-------_--==----__
---Some time later, the Godmodder finishes beating every one of these traitorous non-player characters to death with a wet napkin! He may have taken a hit here or there, but he can't deny that beating their smug,suspicious, stupid, traitorous faces in was Satisfying...
Wait. JOE. He caused this! So that's where JOEs action went, the cheeky bugger! Why the Godmodder'll give him a what for, he will!
The Godmodder head over to JOE, who grins.
"Did you enjoy Eternally Backstabbing NPCs You Can't Trust As Far As You Can Throw A Completely Motionless Object Which Weights Infinity Mass Syndrome? I hope so! It was sure Enjoyable for the players when you forced it upon Us!"
The Godmodder keeps advancing.
"Oh, do you want to make me pay for that? news flash, man. You threw the first punch in this fight."
The Godmodder, having no interest in morality, doesn't care.
"Something else I should mention- You've forgotten something."
The Godmodder keeps going.
"See, there's one NPC remaining which hasn't betrayed you yet..."
He pulls back a hand to punch me, and is rewarded with the sight of me starting to duck back. As he starts to swing, he hears me speak:
"the rock golem is very interested in that rock on your face."
With a great sound so loud he can't even hear it(because it goes from a sound to waves of force), it turns out the Rock was only an outer coating, holding in a sphere of Antimatter. When the Rock Golem betrays the Godmodder by stealing all his Rocks, the Antimatter- Already close at hand, defence-piercing, and of the maximal luck with regards to dispersal,activation time, and everything else due to the Infinileaf clover empowering my action-blows a hole in his head. With any luck, this'll kill him.
He then realizes, if he survives this long, that he never advanced all, because, well, shadows.