Defeat The Godmodder

[General_Urist]

Unfortunately, the trauma from losing several limbs seems to have severly dented the general's creativity (OOC: Crappy week, tired). But that won't mean I will be doing nothing.

I remember my people. The many citizens of my motherland, the country I served in defense of before the godmodder came. It has been a long time since he first killed me, I doubt many survive as anything more than memories. But here, on this plane, with the Godmodder so exposed, memories alone have power.

I think hard about all I fought to save, all I lost. All around the Godmodder, spirits and ghosts appear of those slain by him directly and indirectly. Furiously, the spectral swarm attacks. Being but images and memories, they are not tough, and the Godmodder can swat them away trivially. But there is a colossal amount of them, and with the Godmodder exposed the great amount of rage and despair the ghosts contain is alone enough to cause him great pain.

 

[Cloud Hunter]

A pretty flower appears. It does nothing.

OC Note: Someone please do something with this, like making it blow up.

Cloud Hunter threw 1 46-faced dice. Total: 1

 

[Cephalos Jr.]

All actions: I undo one attack, performed by the Godmodder, after the final tribulation. Him being dead, his temporal fixing is lost, so God comes back into existence. Not the Christian God, mind you. That one's a misunderstanding. Actual God.

 

[Cloud Hunter]

The previously mentioned flower splits into two flowers, one slightly oranger than the other.

Cloud Hunter threw 1 45-faced dice. Total: 25

 

[Moniker]

(OOC: Due to the 300,000 character/5 media limit of SB, some of the attacks have been semi-randomly snipped (often the most colorful parts, as I believe BBcode counts) to save on character count. If you want to read the attacks, PLEASE read the posts directly, and not the quotes here!)

'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.

Click to shrink...

You feel a familiar-sounding voice... (Ranger_Strider's?) cheer you on! Verraad gets slammed by a killer blast of lightning, knocking him off balance! He's doubly exposed!

Verraad: ...You guys don't seriously expect to kill me right now, do you!?

Cybil: Okay! Let's kill him!

FINALE COMBO ATTACK BEGUN!

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

Click to shrink...

Several Players healed!

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.

Click to shrink...

Several more Players healed! Thanks to the extra power granted by the ULTIMATE COMBO, many of them are significantly closer to full health!

[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.
"..."
-snip-
-snip-
(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...
-snip-

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---
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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 kill him.
He then realizes, if he survives this long, that he never advanced all, because, well, shadows.

Click to shrink...

JOEbob... even now, you still lack the ability to "do all of last round's actions" just by saying it. No. Bad JOEbob. Very bad.

As the other Players begin their assault, your song, sung in your horrible, unlistenable, awful singing voice, plays in his head the whole time.

(You can't do an attack as a free action. Unless, that was the intent as a parody of yourself? You deal parody damage to the godmodder.)

The Godmodder forgets every counter he had planned against the actions the Players are about to use! And his head is too full of song to remember! Agh!

The Cyan orb was sacrificed to defeat a Level 20 Ultibeast back at Yorefortress.

The Godmodder, fresh off the betrayal of the "friendly" NPCs, feels EMOTIONAL pain because of how betrayed he is! He should've known! HE SHOULD'VE KNOWN!

"O_O"
Caught completely off guard by what is happening I impulsively use two Actions to Charge then one to throw a rubber duck like a grenade. Just a rubber duck. Literally nothing special about it. It is yellow with an orange beak and squeezing it makes it go "quack". The only special thing about It is that it is named Le Quack. I just am hoping it can hit something.

Le Quack, on the other hand, is no mere rubber duck. Having been a goose that was a right bastard to some higher powers he was doomed to reincarnated as a rubber duck. Ever since he was born from the vinyl plastic presses of the duck factory, was never content to be merely a recreational bath toy, racing piece, or a Carnival Game for this Reason. Mayhaps he would have enjoyed being a hood ornament but that would be unlikely to ever come to pass. So, sitting upon a shelf in a store, waiting to be bought, he would seeth with rage at not being made into something useful for battle let alone a glorious goose of war. When he saw me approach on the day I had bought him and stuffed him in my Archive he knew his day had arrived he felt it in his yellow plastic body that his dream of ruining someones day in a comedic fashion had come. So now, here he is, sailing through the air, arcing towards the Ultimate Target as it is made vulnerable, he feels his life come to completion. Thus ends the Consciousness of a Goose trapped in a Rubber Duck's body named Hjönk the Destroyer, using all his rubber duck and goose bastard powers to maintain an arc that will see him through even if his soft pliable body will do nothing but add insult to injury. Verraad may not be the higher power that did this to him but that does not stop Hjönk from feeling sweet satisfaction and revengeance in his last moments of Conscious Thought.

OOC:
I'm going with this Song List instead. Although good choice.
-snip-

Click to shrink...

Absurdly epic and emotional music playing in the background, Hjonk slowly glides through the air, eventually hitting the Godmodder and harmlessly bouncing off due to the fact that it's made of harmless rubber. But the Godmodder takes emotional damage from seeing you charge up two points in the LAST POST OF THE GAME.

"...yeah I've forgotten who you are." ES said to Cybil. "We've been kinda busy so if you were someone we've met, sorry, no clue."

He turned to Amelia. "Well I recall there being some kind of plan for when we got to this stage so I see no reason to mess that up." With a snap of the finger, ES summons a small camera setup. "But you better believe I'm gonna record this for later. This should be good."

A second snap, and he held a shuffled deck of cards in hand. "Since we can multitask, solitaire in the meantime?" Amelia simply nodded in response.

Click to shrink...

You take a complete photo-op of the most epic attack set to ever be launched. It will later become the most-watched video on Youtube, and the ad revenue will sustain a lavish lifestyle for you a long time to come.

I draw a gun. It's time.
I lift the gun, and fire. ..nothing happens.
I glance at it, and realize I'm.. finally out of ammo. After all the guns I've gone through.. I sigh, and reach for a laser gun. And I'm out of those. I reach for a rocket launcher, a slingshot, a grenade launcher, a pie flinger, a KO cannon, even a bow. Nothing. No ammo left. Everyone looks at me, anticipating a attack. Instead, I step back, and discard my gun to the side. Then I discard another gun. And another. And another. And another. -snip-
After a while, every projectile weapon ever used in this Godmodding War lies in a giant pile next to me, towering into the sky. The snap my fingers. The weapons turn a tornado, with me at the center. Flying up, the tornado rotates, pointing at Verrad John. With a dash forward, it turns into a huge drill, piercing the sky, and with the power of gun behind me.. I.. oh my god.. I.....


I stab the Godmodder with my guns.

The power of this anticlimax hurls him into the sky..
..where he is hit by a rain of bows...
...knocking him into a ravine where a group of grenade launchers beat them up...
...then a group of slingshots knocks him back into the sky,..
...which he's then knocked out of by a barrage of hand mortars..
...the throw through the elemental plane of fire by nerf gun..
...crushed under a rain of spud launchers...
...filled with splinters by a well-placed shot of trebuchets..
..bombarded with siege cannons..
...crushed by catapults...
....assaulted by crossbows..
...and hit by hwachas.

I reach for more... and I'm out of projectile weapons. Out of ammo, out of weapons, there's only thing left to do. I look to the sky, and apologize to the long deceased god of guns.


And... I stab the Godmodder with a sword.

I throw the Retcon Shell, taken from TOG IIIIIII(more), to Piono, then hurl the Soul Orb Magnum to Karp.
"He's stunned, don't mess up!"

retcon shell goes to piono
magnum goes to karp

Click to shrink...

The hwachas somehow knock the Godmodder back to exactly where he started, a multiple significant welts having appeared on his normally perfect face!

I catch the Soul Orb Magnum (hereafter just Magnum) from FlamingFlapjacks. It's going to need some work, though, so let's get down to it. I'll be working on the aiming mechanism, some small modifications to the ammunition, and the grip. A gun like this, you can't afford to have your hand slip.
I start with the barrel of the gun, checking its dimensions carefully. Looks like it'll do what we need it to. But it's missing something. Something that'll make sure it does damage. So at the tip of the barrel, I apply a single effect: Sting-LiteTM​. Sting-LiteTM​ functions sort of like its big brother, Sting, in that affected projectiles will go straight through most obstacles. Unlike its big brother, Sting-LiteTM ​doesn't have the same inviolability. The more powerful magic effects will stop it. But in general, bodyguards, shields, and deflecting weapons won't do any good. Sting-LiteTM ​is notoriously difficult to apply, though, and it takes me a few dozen tries before I get it right. Of course, you still have to aim the darn thing.
To ensure that the Magnum's aim is sure, I add a few things. A standard aimbot, which gets rid of the fiddly things like adjusting for wind. Carving Verraad's name into the outside of the barrel, so that it's marked to kill him. Unfortunately, when I'm applying the aimbot, the first five attempts all create rogue AIs, and the next eight simply refuse to point at Verraad. And when I get that to work and try to carve the barrel, it messes up the Sting-LiteTM ​and I spend forty more attempts getting it all to fit together.
For the finishing touch, I add an enchanted arm strap. The Magnum's wielder will not drop it, lose it, or otherwise find it not in their possession without actually giving it away. And it makes your breath minty fresh as well, which is nice.
I toss the finished Magnum – Sting-LiteTM​, aimbot, name carved on, armstrap – to Piono for his use. But now I have to do something with all the prototypes. Every time I messed up, I got a new Magnum from the shop and set the broken one aside. Now there's easily a hundred of these flawed guns sitting around, cluttering things up.
So I do the logical thing and load them all into a Magnum Gatling Gun, which shoots Magnums, and fire them at Verraad. The goal is not to hurt him per se but to keep him off balance long enough for someone else to step up.

Click to shrink...

After handing off the actually good weapon, the Godmodder, barely recovered from the lightning storm, is once again prevented from regaining his footing by a combination of Shadows and magnum bullets!

Verraad: STOP! JUST STOP! TIME-OUT! TIME-OUT!

Focused Action: Kill Verraad.

Verraad is one of the worst monsters of recent memory. Not quite as bad as a God of Torture we fought once (even if his appearance strongly resembles that bastard), but still a horrible monster.

He has committed acts of torture against thousands of individuals that attempted to oppose them. His prisons in the Shadow Realm, his afterlife-inside-an-afterlife, have drained the minds of individuals over a drawn-out, agonizing process. He could have easily left the prisoners unconscious for the entire process, but he decided to leave them in prisons, forcing them to keep themselves awake as long as possible to mitigate the drain, purely for his own kicks. And possibly to give his wardens entertainment, even though he would not need wardens if he had a proper harvesting system in place.

He has also waged a war against Earth that left it in an almost-apocalyptic state, the sort of state you'd expect out of a dystopian superhero novel. Even once he is stopped, cleanup will take years. Maybe the number of years can be reduced drastically if we maintain our player powers to fix things, but it will still take a while to fix every single problem.

However, Verraad made a key mistake. He gave us too many chances. He sent us to the hexagonafield for reasons that are still unclear to me, giving us the ability to wear him down from the inside while he battled the next wave on Earth. Then, he sent us to his Shadow Realm prison, expecting us to die. Or, more accurately, be tortured to death by enslaved overseers such as Cybil. But with our determination, we escaped, and fought through everything he put against us to try to stop us again.

And now, he pays for that. He pays for everything.

But first, I have a gift. One of the first gifts I ever gave, in fact. A psychic amplifier, capable of unlocking the latent psychic ability in any individual and allowing them to channel it to perform amazing feats. Now, normally, developing the ability to perform such amazing feats would requires years of training, but there's a curious loophole. When I mind-control someone, if they have an amplifier on them, I can use the amplifier to channel their psychic potential using my training. It's not fully effective due to a lack of soul development (in the same way that an athlete's mind in the body of a mall cop wouldn't be as effective because the mall cop's muscles aren't trained for the sport), but that's where player powers and raw determination will make up the difference.

Obviously, I'm not going to mind-control an ally. I disagree with Piono on some key issues (most notably, I want player powers to remain after the end of this war to let us work to ascend humanity), but it would drain both of our abilities in a key moment. So I merely give him access to all of my knowledge, and let him figure out how to harness the psychic amplifier for his own ends.

As a side note, we don't actually have a psychic amplifier on us at the moment. But, I can build one in about five seconds of work. So, I construct it, and hand it to Piono, as Annabelle shares her knowledge. Then, I create a factory that can automatically produce these independently. Maybe it will serve some use after this war is over.

Now that we've handed off the gift, it's time to take down Verraad.



Karpinsky's Magnum Gatling Gun is an overwhelming barrage, but one the Godmodder is currently capable of barely defending against. Let's change that.

Phase 1: Ballistic Alteration:

-snip-

Phase 2: Mental Overload

-snip-

Phase 3: Precognitive uplink

And, now that the Godmodder's busy defending against a potent mental attack, he won't be able to disrupt precognition as effectively. So, I initiate a mind-link with everyone on the field and start feeding them information on the exact actions the Godmodder's about to take, giving them the ability to work around whatever counters the Godmodder scrounges up and hit home with their attacks.

Now, the Godmodder's motion is predictable with precognition, and he won't be able to compose estoteric defenses as effectively with my assault on his mind. That should make him much more vulnerable to attack.

Click to shrink...

You emphatically refuse the Godmodder's Time-Out demand, and the Shadows temporarily gain physical bodies! One fist hits the Godmodder! Another! Another! The Shadows punch him so hard their own newly-acquired fists begin bleeding!

Verraad: SCREW ALL OF YOU!!!

The Heir rushes in from wherever something started to lag him out (This is my excuse for not posting, and I am sticking with it, because I have no better IC reason for college OOC.), or whatever was stopping him. "Heh, looks like it is time to finish this, huh? Yup, looks like it. Well, guess it is time to do this."
-snip-
He then pulls out his sword once more, and the green and purple sun energy begins to radiate from him. "Didn't think this went away, did you? I made it an inherent trait when that whole bit happened, not just some random 'this will go away' power up." His hoodie begins to shift, yellows and oranges, purples and greens, all forms of color combinations begin to swap randomly along it. A gust of wind shoots out behind him as he rushes towards Verraad once more.
As he rushes, Verraad suddenly finds any remaining mental defenses filled with another wave of mental force, as one half of the Heir's hoodie solidifies as a teal for a second. That turns out to be just a ploy, however, as he then finds a pillar of green and purple fire, coming up around him, and his actions moving incredibly sluggish, with the Heir's hoodies' other half turning a red hue. He then feels the wind around him begin to encapsulate him, likely making him struggle once more to escape this, as half of the Heir's hoodie turns light blue. Then, as he finds a way out of the wind vortex, he begins to feel slight bits of his energy seeming to be tugged by the shadows around him, as the other half of the Heir's hoodie turns a dark pink. The Heir then quickly changes one side of his hoodie a brown color, and the shadows seem to feel renewed vigor at this, putting them in an even better position to beat Verraad. They then suddenly find themselves in possession of green and purple crystalline weapons, as the Heir continues to work his magic. A darker red rushes onto one side of his hoodie, and a purple onto the other, with which the Shadows all suddenly rush at Verraad with a fire in their eyes. His hoodie then changes to a yellow and an orange, with which the shadows keep hitting the Verraad harder and harder. Then, everything seems to stop, as Verraad no longer feels any of the shadows hits. Then, he sees the Heir with one side of his hoodie a dark blue, and the other a black. The Heir spins his blade around him, and an army of clones of him all surround Verraad, which then all crash into him with all manner of force. This then ceases to be in a void, and the shadows and clones of the Heir continue beating him, and as this happens, he tries to shove away the whole lot of them, giving the Heir the moment he had been waiting for. As Verraad's hands stretch out, he suddenly feels two spires, one of green, and one of purple, suddenly stab through his wrists, holding them in place.
(End music)
With that little bit out of the way, he walks over to Piono, and hands him a purple and green crystal, with an indent shaped like two swords, one glowing, the other dormant. "A little gift, after our duel. Try to crush it, and the dragon of crystal I used during that battle will form around it. I think the odds are that you could use that."

Click to shrink...

Temporarily, you tap into not only the purple sun, but also the teal sun and the blue sun and the lime sun and the Plane of Suns, which contains one sun for every hexadecimal color code supported on this forum! Verraad's wrists are pierced - and they actually bleed!

.....Blackness....
.......
I could not see....

but i felt them.

All of my fellow players, rising up to do something against the godmodder.
I could feel the vestiges of one of my fellow player's power in me. Healing me.
I opened my eyes to see shadows upon shadows piling atop the godmodder.
Barely is he kept away from firing his gun.
They restrained his body, but left his face for all to see.
I look around to notice two more players are down.... permanently.
I turn back to to face the godmodder with anger and fury in my eyes. The Left eye turns a blazing blue, the other a scorching orange.

"....heh, this was a weird, and short time to meet. But I believe in you bro. Go on and beat that bastard down."
"Nyeheheheheheh, HUMAN, IT WAS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I WISH WE COULD CONTINUE TO CHAT OVER SOME NICE SPAGHETTI, BUT THAT CAN WAIT ANOTHER TIME. GO ON AND DEFEAT THAT NEFARIOUS VILLAIN."

With their support, I immediately call upon the greatest weapon that i could think of at the moment.

Focus: A bad time

A large, behemoth ghaster blaster appears above me. Much more sinister looking, it seems on the edge of being completely ravaged by time, but is still persisting. The large amount of power coming from it is so potent that its dripping liquid power from the corner of its mouth. A small packet of information enters my mind right there.

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❄⚐⚐ 🏱⚐🕈☜☼☞🕆☹.
❄☟☜ 💧✡💧❄☜💣 🕆💧☜👎 ☞⚐☼ ❄☟☜ ☜✠🏱☜☼✋💣☜☠❄✌☹ ☝☟✌💧❄☜☼ 👌☹✌💧❄☜☼ 🕈✌💧 ❄⚐⚐ ☜☞☞✋👍✋☜☠❄📪 ☹☜✌👎✋☠☝ ❄⚐ ☜✠❄☼☜💣☜☹✡ ☟✋☝☟ ☹☜✞☜☹💧 ⚐☞ 🏱⚐🕈☜☼ 👌☜✋☠☝ 🏱🕆💧☟☜👎 ✋☠❄⚐ ✌ 👌☜✌💣 ❄☟✌❄ 👎☜💧❄☼⚐✡☜👎 🏱✌☼❄💧 ⚐☞ 💣✡ ☹✌👌📪 👌🕆❄ ❄☟✌❄ 🕈✌💧 ☠⚐❄ ✌☹☹. ❄☟☜ 👎☜☝☼✌👎✌❄✋⚐☠ ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ ☝✌💧❄☜☼ 👌☹✌💧❄☜☼ ☞☼⚐💣 💧🕆👍☟ ☟✋☝☟ ☹☜✞☜☹ ⚐☞ 🏱⚐🕈☜☼ 🕆💧☜👎 💣✌👎☜ ✋❄ ☜✞☜☠ 💣⚐☼☜ 🕆☠💧❄✌👌☹☜📪 💧⚐💣☜☟⚐🕈 ✋☠👍☼☜✌💧✋☠☝ ❄☟☜ 👎☜💧❄☼🕆👍❄✋⚐☠ ❄☟✌❄ ✋❄ 👍✌☠ 👍✌🕆💧☜. ❄⚐ 💣✌😐☜ 💣✌❄❄☜☼💧 🕈⚐☼💧☜📪 🏱✌☼❄💧 ⚐☞ 💣✡ ☹✌👌 ❄☟✌❄ 🕈☜☼☜ 👎☜💧❄☼⚐✡☜👎 👍⚐🕆☹👎 ☠⚐❄ 👌☜ ☼☜🏱✌✋☼☜👎 ☜✌💧✋☹✡📪 ❄☟☜ 💧🏱✌👍☜ 💧☜☜💣✋☠☝ ❄⚐ 👌☜ ☠⚐☠📫👍⚐☠☞⚐☼💣✋☠☝ ❄⚐ ☠⚐☼💣✌☹ 🏱☟✡💧✋👍💧.

✌☞❄☜☼ 👍✌☼☜☞🕆☹ ⚐👌💧☜☼✞✌❄✋⚐☠📪 ❄☟✋💧 💣⚐👎☜☹ ☟✌💧 👌☜☜☠ 👎✋💧👍⚐☠❄✋☠🕆☜👎.

☠🕆💣👌☜☼💧 ⚐☞ ❄☜💧❄ ☞✋☼☜☹ 📂

I point at the godmodder, the blaster follows.
I cock my thumb back, the blaster opens its maws and charges.
I tense up my hand, the inside of the blaster begins to emit a keening sound
...
...
...I push my thumb forward. the blaster fires

Click to shrink...

DEADER DEADER YET DEADER The Godmodder is knocked off his feet, sent sailing!

"Hahaha... what did I tell you? You thought you had us, didn't you? Well, I'll spare you the reminder of what overconfidence does to you. Right now...

"Your time has come to die, John."

Action 1:
"If I have to live with this cursed meta, then so do you."

I snap my fingers, and the godmodder and I are transported to Piccadilly Circus. He finds himself lost in a labyrinth of buses and blown out storefronts, and soon loses the ability to tell which way is up. He gets pulled out of his confusion and into the land of the dead when I tap him the head exactly twice with a kitted out M4A1. He respawns in a barricaded subway entrance, spends four minutes fumbling about trying to get out, and then gets cracked through the skull by a sniper who only appears as a faint glimmer off in the horizon. He respawns again, and gets banished into the shadow realm when he trips a claymore. He respawns once more, and gets his brains blown out by a corner camper with a 725.

It's at this point that he realizes he's been spawning in the same place every single time. The spawns never rotate, even though me and my five identical clones have overrun his spawn point, and have him surrounded on all sides. He tries, but he never makes it out. He steps on claymores and proximity mines. He gets melted by M4A1s and 725s. He gets his throat slashed by karambits. He gets headbutted into oblivion. He gets punched to death, shot, stabbed, bludgeoned by riot shields, exploded by rocket launchers, and mercilessly curbstomped (both literally and figuratively).

Then we bring in the chopper gunners and juggernauts...

After a thorough round of thrashing, I snap my fingers again, and we end up at Euphrates Bridge. This time, I have nine clones on my side, and we're all hunkered down on the bridge. He watch him from every possible angle, picking him off with M4s and sniper rifles. He falls into more claymore traps, gets cross-mapped by throwing knives, and mercilessly obliterated by VTOL jets and AC-130s. He never breaks out of the spawntrap. His screams of helplessness echo all the way back to Piccadilly.

I snap my fingers once more, and we end up in Karst River Quarry. The godmodder is alone against me and 31 clones. All of us are in tanks perched on the ridge, taking potshots at him. He can't hide anywhere; there are too many of us. He gets killed through walls, floors, ceilings, and entire buildings. He gets so thoroughly annihilated that he forgets his own name for a few minutes. Once he gets his bearings, he finds we've dominated the battlefield and a tactical nuke is on the way.

Kaboom.

Action 2:
"You like that? Well, you're gonna love this. Feel the might of the Traveler!"

-snip-

Action 3:
Once the wind dies down, I walk over to the godmodder's broken body. I kneel down beside him.

"Y'know, you were never going to win, John. It's not a matter of strength, it's not a matter of intelligence, and it's not a matter of godhood. It didn't matter that our powers were fading, or that you overthrew God Himself, or that you had us on death's door. You know why you were never going to win?

"Because we're defending reality, and you're trying to destroy it. We're the heroes, and you're the villain. And justice will always prevail in the end. It doesn't matter what kind of impossible odds you put us up against. It doesn't matter how powerful you become, or how weak we become. We'll always find a way to stop you. Only fear and defeat what is right. And guess what?

"We're not afraid of you. We're not impressed by you. We never were, John.

"You've failed."

I plunge a knife into the godmodder's chest, and stomp it deeper. I draw another knife and slash his throat, then stab it into his head.

"That's for Ranger_Strider."

I take off my gloves and crack my knuckles. I grab him by the throat and give him a few firm punches to the jaw. I hardly use any player power; I want him to feel my anger. I punch him until I'm satisfied, but give him a quick kick to the head as I stand.

"That's for Strider626."

My hands start glowing bright blue. The glow gets brighter, yet brighter, until it engulfs my entire body. I let out an anime-style scream as I slam into the godmodder with the fury of a thousand suns, shaking the battlefield with a blinding explosion. Once the smoke clears, there's an enormous crater, with me and the godmodder's remains at the center.

"That's for everyone else who bled and died by your filthy hands."

To wrap things up, I curbstomp him for several minutes.

"That's just for my own satisfaction."

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder, several bones broken, and more bruised than ever, struggles to climb out of the crater, but the Shadows are once again upon him! The Godmodder very nearly voids his bowels as Paradoxdragonpaci steps up...

Verraad: I can't die, I can't lose, I can't lose, I CAN'T LO-

As the Godmodder is pulled to the ground, a shadow is cast onto him.It's Me.

I am ready.

"Let's begin"

I pull out the Envelope, and pull it out for everyone to see.

"EVERYONE IS HERE!!"

UNDERTALE

I summon the Undertale Fandom from the Greater Self!! A person bearing Papyrus's Scarf, san's Jacket, Asgore's Crown, Alphys's Glasses, Toriel's Dress and Undyne's eyepatch materialises beside me…unfortunately, I'm still unable to summon them in their Full Form due to still having...other activities occurring, but this should be good enough.

The Undertale Fandom nods at me before looking at the Undertale Fandom, they summon the ghostly versions of their Own Characters. Asgore, Toriel, sans, Papyrus, Frisk… even Gaster

But they don't stop there, they summon AUs of Undertale is drawn and summoned, a small army of sans. A legion of Papyrus and all the other characters form. Inktale, Underswap, Underfell, Finaltale…

With a glance, the first Assault on the Godmodder is held, well it's more like a few petty attacks, but the UT Fandom was never one for a Direct Attack.

I bring out my Ultimate Weapon, the Hammer of Imagination, a Pure White, Glowing Hammer, and a card is created, representing the UT Fandom, Glowing as Red as the most Determined of Souls and place it onto the Hammer, where it is absorbed.

As the Godmodder shakes off those Petty Attacks and realised that, no, you can't harm Ghosts, and try to rush me, the Hammer smacks him into the Face.

HOMESTUCK

With this Distraction, I call upon the Homestuck Fandom, and it's Corresponding Card. The Fandom appears in Spirograph, invoking the 12 Aspects, and is a Troll, as expected, they bear the 12-fold blood and the candy cane horns.

I send the Card flying to the Hammer, where it fuses with it as well.In a Burst of eye-searing colours, the Hammer invoked the Ritual of the 12 Aspects and manages to Overpower the Godmodder, sending him flying.

The HS Fandom summons forth their own Characters!! John, Rose, Dave, Jade, Jane, Dirk, Roxy, Jake, Karkat, Vriska, Terezi, Aradia, Tavros, Sollux, Equius, Nepeta, Eridan, Kanaya, Feferi, Gamzee, Calliope and somehow Caliborn enters the Fray!!

The UT Fandom synergises, creating the Understuck AU, sending them into the Fray.The HS Fandom synergises, bestowing God Tiers onto the rest of the Entities in the fray.

The Godmodder tries to snaps his fingers to destroy all the entities, but Aradia, Dave, and Caliborn and their Doomed Counterparts stop that with Temporal shenanigans.

-snip-

It's card enters the Hammer, and the power of All Judgements flow through its Liquid Starlight Veins.

The Nethack Fandom arrives in its Silent Glory, a Founder of an Archetype of Rougelikes. They come equipped for direct battle (or as direct a Nethacker would ever deign to) and promptly bombard the Godmodder with a multitude of potions, scrolls, magic, and weapons while reflecting, blocking, or otherwise letting their Dragon Scale Armour and high stats block incoming attacks. The Godmodder, reeling from the bombard of attacks and still being hit by the Hammer, summons a Octillion Liches to bodyguard him… but the Nethack Fandom takes out a certain Scroll, and in a bright flare,all the Liches are gone.

The Godmodder takes the brief second of recovery to Flashstep towards me, in the centre of this chaotic maelstrom, but the Nethack Card enters the Hammer and it teleports the Godmodder right into firing range of the next Fandom.



The Plants vs Zombie Fandom… do they count as a zombie or a plant?? I'm pretty sure there was a mini game revolving about zombies with plant heads. Either way, they fire a rapid volley of peas, spores (I Guess they are part Fungi too), explosions and a few more things that are lost in the barrage. The Godmodder is at once accosted with a flurry of blows and engages Samurai Techniques to block all of them. However, when he opens his eyes, the Fandom has disappeared, and the entire Battlefield has instead been covered with a checkerboard made of grass… a Strong Sunlight suddenly falls, and in a patch of lawn… a Sunflower takes root, and a Zombie rises from a tombstone… seems like the Fandom has turned into the very Battlefield itself.

The Hammer comes back to me, and I call out for an assault, as I turn the Hammer into a Rapier briefly and engage in 5th Dimensional Speed Trickery, managing to pierce the Godmodder with my Rapier Thrusts (though still not doing enough) before I hit him, resulting in my Rapier being guaranteed to hit him to pierce him. Dave and Dirk flashstep,freeze and otherwise CUT at the Godmodder while John and some Clovers blow some more Insects, Projectiles, and Karma-Drenched Bones at the Godmodder… the PvZ cards land into the Hammer and it glows with solar fury even as a storm appears on the Horizon.

The Infinity Train Fandom arrives, newly birthed and still quite weak, it shall not personally do much, but it's characters in the other hand… The Infinity Train takes the role of Truck-Kun and in an uncharacteristic moment for the Conductor, rams the Godmodder straight into the train. It then leaves for the Dimension it usually resides in, the Godmodder finds himself having to transverse multiple Cars, all made of the same indestructible material with a theme, his number approaches TREE(3), and his entire body is filled with Planck-sized Numbers… making his entire body glow. After an Eternity of Unrepentance, he finally makes it to the Engine, where he is bombarded with Conceptual Guns of Truth and Love before being violently Ejected back into The Battlefield for the Zombie/Plant/God-Tiers/sans/Judgements(oh hey the Fallen London Player finally Ascended and then dominated them)/Pony Army to converge onto him.

The Infinity Train Card infuses the Hammer with another degree of Conceptuality… Now its strokes are really beginning to hurt the Godmodder.

A small break is agreed between the Fandoms to which i agree, the Characters take a step back as I summon a few mes from within the Greater Self. First of all, the archetypal Red Mage, Paul, who focuses mainly on Healing, but can take a few punches and deal back some. Secondly, Wansot, the Troll who had broken Alchemy over his Knee and transcended the usual boundaries of the session, causing it to be finished within a week afterwards. Lastly, we have the Observer of Realities, a direct tiny part of Greater Me. In an instant, Paul is up high in the sky raining down Illusions, Elementals, Buffs, and Debuffs before firing off his Signature Elemental Missiles. Wansot have thrown thousands of Aspect-Suns-in-a-Jar at the Godmodder and is preparing the Book of TRI to make a Weapon that will lead to the defeat of the Godmodder, and the Observer of Realities has decided to perform a Touhou Bullet hell sequence with increasingly intricate Mathematical Bullet Sequences as well as clone himself 4 times. Observer #2 is currently using some Subtle Knives to attempt to draw some blood via Dimension-Puncturing. Observer #3 is summoning the Illuminati and failing, thus summoning a few fake Gods, a Cthulhu and some Tonberries… oh they have joined the Sans army and are using their OHKO Knives on him… Observer #4 is cleaning up the other Observers' mess. Observer #5 is just happy to be here you know. The Godmodder attempts to attack Observer #5 but the Observer immediately serves him Armageddon-R dealing 99999 damage to his Psyche.

The Break is over, and the Fandoms return while my alternates dissolve back to the Greater Self.


The Legend of Zelda Fandom leads the charge, yelling a fierce Battlecry as it and all Links charge to face the Godmodder, Light Arrows piercing him, Master Swords slashing at him, even Magic being utilised by a few Links. The LoZ Fandom then hangs back, and summons Ganodorfs, some of which transform into Ganons… before Demise pops up and 1V1s the Godmodder for a brief minute or so. The Zeldas pray as Goddess Hylia Herself Descends, and a miracle is brought forth. The Triforce has been assembled, and in the possession of the Fandom, will recharge and grant some True Wishes every so often.

The Fandom's Card enters the Hammer, and now it gains the ability to annoy the Godmodder via it's newly gained telepathic voice as well as fly more sustainably.

The next Fandom arrives and tosses Red and Green People at the Godmodder at which the Godmodder is treated to 4x9999 combo jumps before the hammer is smacked into him. It's a them, the Mario and Luigi Fandom. With a Copy Flower, thousands of copies are formed, and each quad of Marios and Luigis use their own Bro Moves, leading to an escalating offensive blast.

The Fandom shimmers… and another Mario Fandom arrives, the Paper Mario Fandom brings Paper Mario into the fold and with the power of Stars,Hearts, and Stickers as well as the duplication Machine, he engages in Trio Attacks as well as walloping the Godmodder with his many, many selves.

The Godmodder splits into a million pieces but with the sheer Cascade of Characters as well as the occasional Mini-Scratches, Retcons and SAVEs, all of them are forcibly damaged and the Godmodder rejoins to 1.


The Pokemon Fandom arrives from the Depths of Greater Me, and it throws out all the Legendaries as well as some kind-of-busted Pokemon… Shedninja immediately joins the Sans brigade. The Legendary Pokemon Master Ash Ketchum and all his friends come forth, Ash's Pikachu receives a great surge of Power as his Power Level scales to how close it is to the Ending and the Strength of the Foe. With some Inspiration from an alternate Self, United under the Banner of a Realisation of One, he forms 3 rings of Lightning and uses the Special Move: "VOLT CRASH!!" frying out the Godmodder Bots that the Godmodder replaces himself with. Time, Space, and Dimensions are rigid. With Time blocked 5 times over, the Godmodder can no longer abuse it. In a reversal, Ash leads the Pokemon as he's the one they trust the most and has a Protagonist Shenanigans certificate for his capabilities with Legendaries.

The cards for the Mario Games and Pokemon, enter the Fandom, it gets a Twin equal to it, and a Godly Aura surrounds them both as they smack the Godmodder.



The Cardfight Vanguard Fandom arrives, bearing the best deck in the Meta. They quickly toss their Card to the Hammer, causing it summon more cards rapidly, as the cards fall onto the ground, an Army is Sprung as all combatants of a distant Planet arrive… A vast war is fought between the Godmodder and the Characters but eventually, he has to concede that he can't use normal means to beat this and is forced to unleash another Mass Attack to briefly stop the advance and buy him some Time…

Time enough for the first reaches of the Storm to arrive, starting with a Light Drizzle as the Mother Fandom descends slowly in a corona of Gentle Light as they play the 16 melodies… the Godmodder can feel his Will being sapped… let this hateful mission go…

…


...But unfortunately, he has come too far, and can't stop now. He slashes at the Fandom and it explodes bearing the last notes as it turns into Sunflower petals before reforming, now with all of the characters at its side.

Ninten heals and supports. Loyd performs a Weapons run. Ana invokes the Elements and Teddy closes in with a sharp blade. Ness performs PSI Rocking before adding Ninten in Healing. Paula sends even more Flames and Ice and prays. Jeff unleashes his greatest Item, the Multi-Bottle Rocket and all of them hit the Godmodder!! Poo faces the Godmodder and performs PSI STARSTORM.

Claus and Lucas perform PSI LOVE… and awake the Dark Dragon who attacks the Godmodder in in its unthinkable ways

The Mother Card enters the Hammer, and a brilliant light shines forth from it.

As the Drizzle intensifies slightly, a sudden burst of Light arrives, it's the Naruto Fandom, and by their side is the titular character, Sasuke, and Sakura. With a few nods, they proceed to obliterate the Godmodder with 5000 various tricks, attacks, and Jutsus. Let's just say they finished it off with Sakura punching the Godmodding into the Face followed by Naruto and Sasuke performing the Six Paths — Chibaku Tensei Seal, sealing the Godmodder inside a Moon, where his Power is being drained… He gets out but not without a significant portion of his Power lost.

The Hammer takes advantage of this and wallops him, aided by the Naruto Card entering it and granting the greatest usage of chakra. More than 50% of its previously white surface has been coloured in now.

The Godmodder readies a weapon against the characters, but a burst of Red Light Disarms him!! The Harry Potter Fandom has arrived with their Wand, a fusion of all wand woods and cores slightly smoking from where it cast an Overpowered Disarming Charm.

The forces of Magic collide with the Godmodder in blasts of Light streaming from wands, though none used the Unforgiveables, they do manage to support the other characters with suppressing fire and other ways for their curses and jinxes to hurt whatever ways the Godmodder is using. The Death Eaters, of course, are using the Unforgiveables at every opportunity, though they are also given a wide berth by everyone else.

The Harry Potter Card enters the Hammer, bringing the Magic that brings both Wonder and Ruin into it.


The Hammer hits the ground and a large spire rises, atop this Spire, the Slay the Spire Fandom resides inside with a Deck of Cards and a Large Grin. The Ironclad, the Silent, the Defect and the Watcher climb ever upwards, all the while, attacking the Godmodder with their Weapons. They enter their respective forms, and proceed to defeat the Heart of the Spire, escaping as they cause Mass Destruction which damages the Godmodder inside the Spire, slowed heavily by the Fandom. The Variouses Bosses of the Spire spill out, and they also inflict their own Status Ailments onto the Godmodder, forcing him to be more careful in how he acts or else these Bindings will suffocate him.

The Card enters the Hammer, and the Hammer becomes one with the Heart of the Cards, allowing all Card Players to draw the best card at the right time.

The storm intensifies and Lightning now strikes the Battleground as the rain becomes heavy.

The Celeste Fandom speedruns the spire to land onto the Godmodder and Dashing straight into him. They then respawn further away where Madeline is. The Terrain shifts, and the grassy terrain metamorphoses into a Mountainous Obstacle Course. Madeline and the Godmodder race to find the Perfect Strawberry at the Heart of it and Madeline, of course, gets it first, absorbing it into herself for the fabled Triple Dash, she then confronts the Godmodder in an epic battle of dashing into him rapidly. Afterwards, she gives it up to grant double dash to everyone else.

The Players of the Game step forth, and with precise inputs and speedy tactics continue to ambush the Godmodder's every steps. Locking him further into the Path ordained by the Undertale Fandom and their Characters as well as the Skaia Ball held by the Homestuck Fandom.

The Hammer takes in the Celeste Card and it now reaches FTL+++ territory, dashing so fast it's effects are retroactive and it hits the Godmodder before it actually starts striking him, preventing the Godmodder from being able to defend against the Assault.

The storm rains on… and the Godmodder remains firm...

The Eleventh Hour is here… the World- All Worlds, stands on the precipice of Destruction… At Another Place, far from this War…

The OneShot Fandom anxiously sits by.. .although their power is great, they are not really the kind suited for battle… Niko and the Residents of the Computer World as well as the AI sustaining it are waiting for… something, but nobody knows what it is. There is an Urgency here, but nowhere to channel it.

The Night in the Woods Fandom arrives, bringing forth an Idea, even if they cannot do anything much, they can still assist the Battle from here by assisting Paradox manipulate the Tropes as is their Nature, as well as call for further Help… The OneShot Fandom Agrees.

With their Power, the OneShot Fandom asks you, Moniker, Arbiter of this Battle, for one last push… y/n??

With their Power, the NiTW Fandom invokes the 3 Deities who are and beseech them to find others to Aid the Battle… asking Reality itself for Aid...

While Calls for Help are sent to Reality and the Arbiter. The SU Fandom appears in the Battlefield, with the Power of Song on their side.

With the aid of all Gems, and a Series Finale on their side, they rush the Godmodder with White controlling some of the Godmodder's Minions, Blue Diamond stopping an emotional Bomb on them, Yellow Diamond Destroying most of them with her Powers, and Pink Diamond… healing those who need it. Steven fuses with literally everyone after an intense heart-to-Heart session and the new fusion, big enough to move a mountain in one hand, form the Multitool… and proceeds to destroy the Godmodder with all possible weapons and powers and combinations thereafter of them.

They hand me the Multitool before de-fusing as the Steven Universe Card enters the Hammer, granting it the ability to Change, and evolve… becoming stronger and more resilient to all future attacks as the Godmodder's fist shatters as he tries to strike the Hammer.

The Multitool manipulates Reality, allowing me to counter the Godmodder's Godmodding, defusing even more of his ability.

From the Ruins of the Spire, a 200 story Tower forms as the Storm approaches the Peak of its Power, suddenly, all colours become tainted a yellowish-Green as the Dark Hour appears. A Moon approaches…

Makoto Yuki and the rest of S.E.E.S perform an Ascend as they dance with Death, defeating the Full-Moon Shadows that seem to be more powerful, possibly because the Godmodder has accidentally given them a power boost due to his power coming from Shadows… but that connection means that when they beat the Shadows, his powers also Dwindle…

-snip-

The Tower crumbles… but a Thick Fog soon leaks into the Battlefield, obscuring the Godmodder from sight. He grins… empowering Izanami-no-Okami… yet, in the Battlefield, The Investigation Team arrives, Yu Narukami and his team set out to investigate the Midnight Channel and the TV world behind the screen. After facing numerous Trials and Tribulations, they confront the True Killer as well as defeat one of the 3 pieces of the True God… Ameno-sagiri. The Godmodder winces as some of his Power is again lost… Marie goes missing but the Investigation Team finds her again in the Hollow Forest, transformed into Kusumi-no-Okami who will absorb the Fog and kill herself… but they stop her from doing so, reasoning that there must be a better way.

On the Last Day, Yu Narukami finds and confronts Izanami-no-Okami, who falsely believed Humanity's True Wishes are of Emptiness, although he and his friends are felled by her in her True Form after he used the Orb of Sight to see clearly and she used her Thousands Curses to drag everyone to their Deaths. His Bonds with everyone empowered him, transforming Izangai into Izanagi-no-Okami with the Power of the Myriad Truths, the Word of Power that banishes all the World's Curses and Falsehoods, and with a shattering Light, Izanami-no-Okami is destroyed.

All 3 pieces of the True God are reassembled, Izanami-no-Mikoto is reformed under the surging personality, Marie's. She takes revenge against the Godmodder by using her powers to grant The People's Wishes and to protect them by sealing away even more of the Godmodder's Power.

The Fog dissipates, but another event still occurs, Mementos appears… the Godmodder once again boosts Yaldabaoth, the Demiurge, God of Control.

And once again, an intrepid team of meddling kids rebel against this. Donning the masks of the Phantom Thieves of the Heart. They steal the Cardinal Sins of their Target's Distorted Desires through stealing their distorted object which is the focus of their Desire.

Changing those whose power and status would have prevented Society from going after them due to the shared Desire for Social Harmony, a Virtue… but distorted to an Extreme. They take care of each and every sin except for Sloth…

The Demiurge reveals himself, at the peak of his power, he not only represents the Sloth of the Masses who wish to have somebody else make their decisions for them, and their Despair and Apathy to making a difference, he represents all other Cardinal Sins…

He exiles the Phantoms Thieves from regular reality, before using his God-like powers to convince everyone they don't exist, causing them to suffer greatly in the Metaverse, which is ruled by the Perception of people as they are viewed as [[NOTHING]]...

But, those who have formed the deepest of bonds with the Phantom Thieves, especially Joker, cannot forget him, and they remind everyone else who they are and what they are doing, turning everyone to their cause and granting them great Power… this Power, focused to Joker, grants him the ability to Evolve Arsene into Satanael, the Rebel Archangel!!

He casts Sinful Shell, a Bullet from a Gun that invokes the Cardinal Sins to destroy Yaldabaoth. With this death, even more of the Godmodder's Power is sealed away and lost… as Satanael gazed over and shoots a bullet into him too before disappearing…

The Persona Series Fandom arises from the Sea of Souls, they fix the Godmodder and call forth the last character, Philemon, embodiment of Humanity's Goodness and he casts Armageddon-R and utterly obliterates the Godmodder some more.

The cards of the Persona Fandoms enter the Hammer, it's now nearly fully coloured and it's Strikes the Godmodder's very Soul with each swing…


The Peak of the Storm is upon us…

The Last two Fandoms exits, the Terraria Fandom, with the Calamity Mod installed, and the Minecraft Fandom, twin Fandoms of Creation.I nod at the Terraria Fandom, and they begin a play though of Calamity. Through numerous bosses and uncountable trials, they grow stronger with Armour and Weapons as they confront the Devourer of Gods and Providence, the Profaned Goddess before finishing it off with The Jungle Dragon, Yharon. The battles shake the very Battlefield, and they all happen to have the Godmodder become the one in between the 2 Opposing Forces, dealing even more punches to him as his power continues diminishing trying to stop it.

The Minecraft Fandom, modded to the Gills, fights through all the Bosses the Game and the Mods gave to offer, growing stronger which each defeated, as more materials become available and their Redstone Contraptions and Modded Industry really takes off, complementing the Magic Moss and turning the Fandom into a near indestructible God, and in a single tick, they fire all the Infinite Arrows from all the Bows enchanted with Infinity, they strike the Godmodder a Billion times with their swords, Wanda,axes and other weaponry.

//skip to 6.00 if you're not there already

Then, Supreme Calamitias appears, a witch of great and terrible Power, who descends with her revived brothers, Supreme Catastrophe and Supreme Cataclysm.

Then, the Ender Dragon appears, a Dragon of Dark and Awesome Power, who descends with his crowd of servants, the Endermen, and all their variants from the Mods.

The Fight is rejoined as both sides clash against each other!! The Godmodder is tossed to one side and smacked around by two beings whose power has transcended even that of the The Gods. The End has come!!

Supreme Calmaitas inflicts the Soul-Eating Abyssal Flames, the Vulnerability Hexes and Horror upon the Godmodder which a quick tap with the Multitool and the Hammer renders permanent while he tries to survive against the forces.

The Ender Dragon inflicts his Damaging Breath Weapon, and while his Crystals are up, can't be killed. He takes in the Essence of the Chaos Dragons and unleash Air,Fire,Earth,Water,Lightning,Wood,Ice,Magma etc onto the Godmodder.

At the end of the Fight, the Fandom and Supreme Calmaitas nod at each other before abandoning their duel to pummel the Godmodder into ashes. As they do so, the second-last card of the Terraria Fandom enters the Hammer, and it enters the fray, the Godmodder suffers… until he finally has enough of this Long Attack and banishes all the characters permanently…

However, the Hammer and the Multitool still exists… but the Fandoms are dead… or are they ??

The Minecraft Fandom has jumped into the End Portal that appears after defeating the Ender Dragon milliseconds before the Godmodder unleashed his Attack, and in that strange place and time between portals…the Architects speak to him…even as, on the Battlefield, I echo them.

"Stories held in the mind, can never be tarnished by the likes of you. They are imperishable, and as Long as they live on, their Fandoms will never quite die…"

As the Minecraft Fandom exits, they grant me their Card, the Final Card, but also the First, for it's the First Block.The card enters the Hammer, and 100% of its surface is now covered in colours. Then the Minecraft Fandom collapses onto the ground, it's Link to my Greater self severed by the Godmodder.At least for now.

I raise my Hand as the Hammer of Imagination invokes the Final Spell invoking all Fandoms, their bodies rise and their eyes snap open with a blazing light. Their bodies being dissolving into notes of Light that coalesce into a Ball in my hand. Fragments of all their Songs echo forth from this Ball and even more Songs go into it, expanding its size till it's bigger than the Godmodder's Head.

I survey the Battlefield…"Final Summon: The DTG Fandom itself"

From everyone here, a single mote of light comes forth, forming a Fandom. Echoes of Comb Raves in the Past that never was and Games yet to be played, have not been played, will not be played, and had been played come forth into one being.

The DTG Fandoms utter a word.

The Godmodder flinches in horror and is sent to their Knees.

-snip-

The DTG Fandom looks at me and Ascends to my greater self as its body dissolves into the same notes of Light to dissolve into my Music Ball.

The Music Ball becomes even bigger…

"This is for you, Piono!! Take this Power;The Power of Stories and of both Narrative and Conflict; all Plot and the Theory; The Untarnishable Stories that is woven into our Own!! Take this, and DESTROY!! THE!! GODMODDER!!"

I toss the Music Ball to Piono.


As the storm washes away...a faint Ray of Light descends onto the Godmodder.

Click to shrink...

Forced to open all your youtube links at once, all the songs play over each other and assault the Godmodder's ears on top of everything else!

Thousands and thousands of humans are summoned onto the field, imbued with temporary invincibility plus video game abilities by your overwhelming Player Power! Together, the Godmodder is destroyed a hundred different ways, and his spine shatters as Unwavering Heart sends him slamming into the ground once again. The Godmodder tries to force his wounded limbs to get himself upright to resist, but the Shadows reach the bottom of the crater before he manages it!

Verraad: Haha... It can't possibly get... any... worse...

Fran steps up.

Well, this is it.

This is the final frontier. The final countdown. One more update, and the world shall be rid of unfathomable evil. A bit overwhelming, is it not?
To those of you who know that it is actually underwhelming as shit, since multiple other realities plagued by other monstrosities exist, do kindly shut up and let me make this dramatic speech.
Indeed. You should all be proud of yourselves for coming this far. Through thick, thin, and everything betwixt. Through challenges both worldly and metaworldly. Over the seven plains, mountains and seas, over roads, chasms, sometimes railroads…

There isn't much left to add onto that. The twin lies of justice and morality have been cleared, and all the truths of the world released for all to see.

...except…

...there still exists one final truth to be told. An objective truth, one you won't have to believe the writer for it to hold, well, true.

The Red Truth about Verraad, also known as the Truth about John Smith.

Let us begin, shall we?

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THE TRUTH ABOUT JOHN SMITH

He is a cunt.

---

There. No multi-chapter nonsense, no immense gratification and grandifying, no nothing. Because that's all he really is, after everything he's done, after everything everyone's learned of him. A boorish and boring little man, only missing Alpha's attention whore complex.

And so, because nobody should suffer having to see and hear more of him, how about we switch our attention to realities far more interesting?

---

MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE...

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A millenium old Witch stands in front of another, awaiting her punishment.

It was all going so well. Just a fight against the herald of some Godmodder Empress. She had just managed to harm him by riding a dragon directly into him, and was about to do it for a second time by having him eaten alive by the Goat Nobility. All was well. All was well, until the bastard grew giant, breaking through the walls of the room and sodding off to continue the battle. That in itself was not too bad- she could simply try again and again to destroy him- if not for the fact that the room was rented to her by Lady Lᴀᴍʙᴅᴀᴅᴇʟᴛᴀ.

And so, the Witch of Strife now stood before the Witch of Certainty, knowing she would not be let off easy for having her favourite playground be destroyed.
After a few more moments of menacingly pacing left and right, Lᴀᴍʙᴅᴀ came to a stop. She approached Fʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀᴄᴏʀᴛᴀ, lifting her chin with a hand, moving it slightly to caress her cheek...
...before slapping her with the force of [34] units of a measure known only to the timeless, sending her flying.

The sound barrier is broken within the first picosecond of the flight, the reality barrier after the seventh.


MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE...

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"Man it's good to be a god," thought literally nobody in the Court of Depths.

The corpses of the once-gods of Astesklana could not think it. They could not think anything. They were dead. No afterlife for them, given they were too lazy to create one for even mortals. That was, in fact, what actually lead to their death. Their laziness. Their laziness, which bordered on cruelty enough so that it was perceived as only such. And what does cruelty inspire?
Rebellions, of course.

The two infamous human rebels within the Court, which were in that moment default dancing over the dead body of Mátágáe, the Mother of All Devotions, could not think it. They were not gods. They wished not to be gods. They wished only for their tyranny to end. To that end they took up the blade. Or rather, the Blade, the Blade of Thóri, King of Círce and Mátágáe's father. He who resisted Dáinbarih and her Voice of Heaven, he who slaughtered the First Generation of gods, he who with his own hands created the statue Hír to hold the flame with which he killed them. All of that, only for his daughter to become the first goddess of the Second Generation and consume him in his sleep. But his effort was not in vain, for his blade was just now used to end her life. Throughout their insulting dance, the rebels chanted Círce's anthem, paying one final respect to him. He deserved it. After all, it's likely that their own glory after this heretical deicide would surpass his own. Their names would be known to all of mankind.
Their names, Tempest and Fatima.

The Abyssal Demiurge bearing the names of Eᴠʀᴀʜᴀᴊᴀᴍᴇᴊ, Eᴠʀᴀʜᴀɪ Jᴀᴍᴇsʜ, Aᴋʀᴇᴍsᴛᴀsʜᴀ-Yɪᴘᴘᴀ-Dɪᴘ'ᴅɪᴘ, Eʟ, Eʟ Sᴏᴍʙʀᴇʀᴏ and Aᴅᴏɴᴀɪ could not think it. In this very moment, He wished He were absolutely anything other than a god, for He was about to get painfully killed thanks to being one. Not just that, not just a god- He was the only survivor of the First Generation and the forefather of the Second, through converting Mátágáe into a goddess via a Faustian deal. And now, He would become nothing, just like His brethren all those centuries ago. No Third Generation would succeed Him.

A minute after, the rebels finished with their hateful dancing, and took a few steps towards the Demiurge. They stared him into all seven of His forever unblinking eyes, which along with His double mouth were arranged in the shape of the Rune of Loss. Those eyes now clearly showed an emotion He had never before experienced.

Fear.

And then, in that crucial moment...
...Fʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀᴄᴏʀᴛᴀ breached that reality's barrier, slamming into Him and killing Him instantly. This did not stop her flight, and soon after, she tore another hole in the barrier, entering some other world.

The two lovers and the leaders of the rebellion swore, before following after her through the hole, the first of many in the chase.


MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE...

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"There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon tincture of senna;
When that did not agree
He took camomile tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna."
— Edward Lear

It is unknown if the most respected Mr Lear ever took a trip to the capital of the Dual Monarchy and saw him there, but whatever the case might be, he was pretty close to the mark when describing the infamous old man. However, there are a few details in the poem that are wrong:

1: The Old Man did not live on senna extract. He wasn't even constipated, or susceptible to the weaknesses of the human body.
2: The Old Man much preferred coffee. When he did not agree with you, he would start pouring cream into it until you begged him to stop ruining the wonderful beverage.
3: The Old Man was not merely nasty. To call that fierce old thing in the dark "nasty" would be quite the understatement.

There are also a few important things to know that Ed neglected to mention:

1: The Old Man, despite his near-white hair, did not actually look all too old. He definitely wouldn't have scored with the tall, dark and handsome man sitting across the table if he were- for all his relative niceness, Sol was rather vain.
2: The Old Man was the most notorious spymaster of the Game and the one running it in all but name. Some say that, if its name were to be taken literally, he would be both kings on the board. This is naturally false: he was no single piece, no number of pieces even, but the one moving them.
3: The Old Man was a star. A literal star, whose brilliant body shone far, far away. The man was just a mortal avatar he constructed for himself to more easily gather information.


The Solitary Scientist scientist sighed for what must've been the fiftieth time that afternoon. It might as well have been the only noise he was capable of making. The Old Man's blithering continued, entirely unaffected by his listener's state.

"You have endured for long, my dear, far too long. But you must consider the possibility whose existence you keep ignoring. You can't just remain in denial- the fool might never find what it's looking for, never return. And, well, the silence itself is rather telling, is it not? However, I must- waiter! Another cup!"

As soon as those last words left him, a hunched figure wrapped in a cloak and bearing the name tag "Mr Cups" approached them, aggravatedly throwing an empty cup at the table. It bounced off, slamming into the wall and shattering into an unspeakable number of pieces. Sol didn't so much as widen his eyes, the Old Man simply glared, and the waiter just wheezed out an "I don't get paid nearly enough for this shit."

It was now the Old Man's turn to sigh. His plan would've already been executed so long ago, if not for Sol's sheer denial. No, "determination" was not enough to describe it anymore. He foolishly held onto that single possibility that she might reciprocate, and no matter how deep he submerged into despair, he still wouldn't die from it like he was supposed to.

But this was the day. This was the day when everything would fall into its place, when-
BONK
-aaaaaand Sol is dead, fuck.

-snip-

Click to shrink...

Forget the unblockable climax damage! Did you just call Verraad a... a... a...

Verraad immediately expounds on this! How DARE you? He lists ten reasons why he isn't a cunt, only to realize all ten of those reasons are just descriptions describing a cunt, which is the truth about what he is! NO! NO!

OOC: NOT PART OF THE CHAIN. YES, I MAINTAIN MY NEUTRALITY EVEN NOW!

"Adorable, simply adorable. The almighty Administrator of Reality...thwarted by an attack redirector with the benefits of stealth. The being who is destined to win and whose might is akin to windshield wipers to bugs...had his efforts towards a Player beaten by a creation of an entity."

Oh, it's getting painful to hold in all this laughter. I can feel my skin churn as the laughter seeks an orifice it can escape from. I'll need to finish my words before the laughter escalates to the point it creates its own opening.

"I mean, be honest. If one Player escapes harm and the rest get themselves back in action with minimal loss...your victory remains uncertain. In fact, your victory is even less certain than back during the HEXAGONAFIELD. Then you had the excuse for secret plans and comparatively limited power. Those times you let a Player get you to buff their entity or when a Player's screw up still has you to waste both your entities' and personal actions against that one Player's resources or when time you wasted an action meant for a charge because of a free action."

Images flash and twist before the Godmodder, the experiences on full display from hundreds of perspectives to burn those past actions into the Godmodder's short-term memory.

"Oh, wait. Those were all just me, weren't they? Some Filthy Neutral who spent their time failing at army building and who seemingly has spent their entire existence as a Player pointlessly dedicated to the Neutral path, to the point they haven't even directly attacked the Godmodder. If I can cause you problems and defy your efforts, what hope do you have to best the AGers?"

Dramatic echo, check. Dramatic flair, check. Black fedora, check.

"I know for certain that I can't hold a candle to the AGers. They outnumber, outskill, outpower, outknow and outthink me. The gulf is a never-ending chasm, a gap so mind boggling great that even the idea of trying to traverse it is impossible."

"You will lose, Godmodder. You're so hopeless before them that, well, I've never needed to attack you and I never will. You are doomed, not even worthy of an attack from me."

Oh, great. The laughter just almost escaped, gathering into a great bubble that only was stopped by the use of my attack shield. I'm out of time for taunts and mocking.

"Time to sit back and watch the show, I guess." I take a seat in freshly conjured reclining chair and reach for the full cup holder. "Because you're so screwed."

And then, I charge.

After popping a hole in my side of course. Gotta let the laughter out before it makes its own hole. (x2)

"Ah, excellent." I say between sips of that glorious alcohol I collected back when the Peacekeepers were still around. "My redundancy."

I set up an auto-burn mode for the Ore, linking its effects to me and letting it start burning if I suddenly lose Player power or I reach a near state. An emergency back-up for any risks inherent to the death of the Godmodder. The auto-burn mode will only activate in those circumstances or with my mental promoting, otherwise it sits inert on the Ore of Orichalcum. (x1)

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder stares at you with dull, lifeless eyes as you break out your 1,256-slide presentation on how he's destined to fail. Also, you charge and set up an emergency emergency backup for eventualities that won't happen, and if they did, your backup probably wouldn't even help. NEUTRALITY WINS AGAIN.

...........Huh?

ALL A.I'S REACTIVATED.

I'm...... Ok! I'm Alright!

Wow.... Guess that worked!

.............Guys?

................Hello?

They choose not to speak.

What? Why?

Because they are busy with their attacks.

Shadrix teleports down next to me along with Kirby.

This is the moment kiddo! This is the moment we have all been waiting for! Its time for you to show him what you are made of!

As soon as Shadrix says that, I start to feel good... Like really good!

I have activated special permission which will allow you to show him your true potential! I always wanted to see this happen! Now... ATTACK!

Shadrix points his index finger right at the godmodder. I look at him and all of my traits activate at the same time!

I spawn many boxing gloves which all glow from power. All of the boxing gloves rush towards the Godmodder and land many direct hits. I then summon a Giant boxing glove and smack it right on top of him, causing an earthquake to spawn.

I rush towards the Godmodder and pulled out many guns from different franchises. I pulled out all the halo guns and fired until they ran empty. then I fired all the guns from the Ratchet and Clank series. Finally, I ended with Firing 30 BFG's from the Doom Series, causing an explosion of massive proportions.

I threw the Godmodder into a firey pot that has a temp of 40000 Degrees Faranhite. Inside the pot, there are many dangerous poisons that take effect right on contact. After being in there for about 30 seconds, The pot explodes in fireworks.

I summon many vines that hold the Godmodder in place. If he moves, he gets hurt. I then start slashing at him with many knives. They don't do much, but with the combination of him moving and my knives, it still hurts. After the slashing, The vines then stab directly into the Godmodder and explode.

I Start making the place rain. The rain then makes the Godmodder Heavier and heavier. He gets so heavy that he kneels. After that, a bunch of bugs swarm him and start eating away at him. After about 3 minutes of this, He is freed from the bug's grasp.

I open a book and start reading random words. The words spring to life and start attacking the Godmodder. many words like "punch" and "stab" and "destroy" are attacking. after a while of this, I read one last word which is, "Death". And the word explodes right on the Godmodder.

I grow a devilish smirk as I spawn in 2 very sharp knives. They glow with intensity and power. I dash at the Godmodder and start slashing at him. However, I don't really hit him. I just slash right in front of him. The Godmodder looks at me with a confused look on his face. After a while, I stop and turn around. I then sheath my knives and snap my finger. The Godmodder then feels the intense pain of a million of slashes and piercings. Then, I scream out and summon a bigger knife. The knife explodes into many knives and starts raining down upon him. After all of that, I gave off another smile.

After all of my traits attack, I start to feel funny. I then see that my chest is opening up, revealing a massive hole. with wires are tubes on the side of it. The tubes start glowing the different trait colors and start powering something up

3 MINUTES LEFT, BEFORE FIRING THE OMEGA CANNON!

Shadrix looks at Kirby and smiles.

Alright, its time! Kirby! you go and attack and I will call for help!

Aye sir!

Kirby then stands face to face with the Godmodder. Kirby transforms into Sword Kirby and starts slashing the crap out of him. he moves faster and swings harder than any other Kirby in the entire multiverse. He then shifts into Fire Kirby and breaths fire hotter than the Big Bang. Then Shifts into Smash Kirby and beats the overloving crap out of him before using his Final Smash. He then shifts into Hammer Kirby and starts pounding him to dust. Then, he turns into Crash Kirby and explodes with the force of a supernova. Lastly, he becomes Supernova Kirby and looks at a nearby star and sucks it up. Then, he fires the sun at the Godmodder, exploding in the process.

After all of that, Kirby catches his breath. He looks to see Shadrix coming back.

1 MINUTES LEFT, BEFORE FIRING THE OMEGA CANNON!

-snip-

All the ships fire their cannons, raining down bullets and bombs and lasers right at the Godmodder. He gets pelted with an endless bombardment of weaponry as the Godmodder continues to scream in pain. Shadrix looks over at the carnage and smiles. He then aims the ball of energy right at the Godmodder. After the Bombardment, The godmodder slowly looks up to see Shadrix there aiming the giant energy ball right at-

So long, Gay Godmodder

Shadrix fires right at the Godmodder, A giant beam lands directly on the Godmodder, The entire battlefield shakes as the beam takes apart the Godmodder. Then, The beam explodes. The size of the explosion can be seen from anywhere in the Multiverse. After the dust settles, there is a giant crater where the Godmodder lies. Shadrix flies down next to Bill, who was closing his chest. The rest of the fleet vanishes, having done its job. Shadrix turns off his Hyper form and looks at Kirby as he approaches. The three of them look at each other and at the crater...

........

.....and they high five.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder has to be, what, ten crater-lengths deep now? You're pretty sure the crater everybody's been blowing up is the size of a small city by now. Nonetheless, somehow, the Shadows are at the bottom, the Godmodder is screaming despite barely being able to move, the Godmodder is entirely bald, and thus 10x uglier, thanks to the beam signing his hair, and - oh, there's Dragon of Hope, replacing the withdrawn fleet!

-snip- It fits a bit because we are united and are very cooperative with each other. I don't exactly have a better explanation, but hey, it's a good song.

It's time. The battle is finally upon us.

Reaching across the Multiverse, utilizing the weak dimensional barriers from Fran's attack, and across time and space, I grab every single King Arthur, male or female, child or adult, and bring them into our reality in preparation for our final attack. We have sacrificed so much for this. Heck, we've even sacrificed our own LIVES! Sure, we came back, but that doesn't change the fact that we still died. There are also the others who have sacrificed their own lives as well as all they had, like the previous players, and their entities. So, it's time to avenge them all, as well as all of our creations.

"Excalibur. It's time to release all of your limitations! All of Reality is at stake, among them Humankind. We need our full power if we want to stop this threat! That is why I have released your limitations and Summoned all of the King Arthurs that have existed, do exist, and will exist right here, along with their Excaliburs and Caliburns, all so we could merge with them temporarily, even if it takes all of our strength to do so. This may destroy you, as well as me, but it is worth it, to avenge my world and protect all of the rest! We HAVE to beat The Godmodder, here and now! Prepare yourself, for this, will take a lot. I'm glad I made you sentient, as that will allow you to remain in control of yourself. Now, [B]MERGE! [/B]"

And with those final words, Excalibur and I begin to glow, Excalibur with RED and me with GOLD , as we begin to merge with all of the King Arthurs. The King Arthurs and their Excaliburs/Caliburns slowly start to dissipate into GOLDEN specks, that start traveling toward us. As time goes on, the specks start traveling faster and faster, until all that is visible is a GOLDEN beam of light, that is constantly getting absorbed. However, as the Multiverse is infinite, the GOLDEN beam never wavers, as there are always more King Arthurs.

Now that I have a constant influx of energy, we can begin our attack. For the first strike, I go underground and appear underneath the Godmodder. He tries to dodge up and to the side, but a GOLDEN beam of light follows him, not letting up until it manages to hit him. Next, I swing up at the Godmodder, focusing all of the energy currently available into the strike, making an even larger GOLDEN beam shoot out, destroying much of the ground, while also being near impossible to dodge. Of course, since the Godmodder is, well, the Godmodder, he barely manages to get out of the way, though the beam does sear his skin slightly thanks to just how powerful it is. At this point, the Godmodder is beginning to come up with a counter and creates a bunch of illusions. Surely I won't be able to destroy them all in time, is what he must be thinking. However, he underestimates the power at my disposal currently. I send out 5 GOLDEN beams consecutively, almost instantly one after the other. The beams are utterly massive and cover all of the ground the Godmodder would be able to dodge to, including the ground and sky. It destroys all of the Godmodder illusions, and hits the real Godmodder, sending him flying into the ground. At this point, my body and my Excalibur are reaching the upper limits of what they can take. In one last final attack, I jump into the hole that the Godmodder has been forced to create from the sheer force of the previous attack and hit him right in the funnybone.

A GOLDEN beam shoots into the sky, as Excalibur and I get launched into the sky, and hit the ground, having lost all of the power from earlier, my body forcibly expelling it outside of me alongside that last attack. Excalibur lost it's extra power because it was running low on it's own charge, and the fact it wasn't meant to contain and use such large amounts of energy.

DRAGON OF HOPE is now critically wounded.
EXCALIBUR is now at 1 charge.

(I might edit this later if I have time, and if I think anything needs to change. It also feels a little off, but that's probably because I've rushed a little.)

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder chokes out a laugh, a tear forming in his eyes, as his funny bone shatters. (Author's note: The tear is from EXTREME PAIN.)

Imbued with the pain of both you and the Godmodder, Excalibur is handed off to Pionoplayer!

Verraad: O... O... kay... That... was... was... hah... pretty... you... can't... you're done now, right??

"... Oh, right. We're not actually done yet." Leah says. "... Wow that was stupid of me. Uh. Actually, I have an idea... I'll just... Uh."

Leah snaps her fingers. Suddenly, a small, thin set of lines surrounds the Godmodder in a cube. Try as they might (though its doubtful if they can), the Godmodder finds himself unable to escape. Yorehammer power was lost long ago, after all.

"So. As I was about to say... We left off when Margaret opened up that new portal, after the whole colloseium thing and after I got my wings and all. Where we ended up-"

And the Godmodder is introduced to a whole new fresh hell as he is vertially bisected. His two halves fall directly on the floor. The eyes he keeps on the back of his head inform him of how so-a thin portal just appeared right in midair! It then turns 90 degrees and moves back some, revealing the source of the attack-a portal. Seconds later, A semi-transluscent copy of Leah, followed by what can presumed to be Meghan and Grimm, who all seem to leap through and land, both feet pressing into the Godmodder's skull as they get off him. As Grimm (the last) gets off his face, the 'room' starts to solidify.

"... Was... Well, this lab-place. Tanks floating around, tables 'n' such. Dimly lit, cobwebs everywhere-must've been disused for an age... Dust was thick enough that we weren't even able to step on the floor, just a tightly-compacted layer of dust."

And thus Verraad's eyeballs (which are somehow forced open) are abruptly assaulted by a load of dust in the eye! And also in his halved wounds! And also in his lungs! And generally everywhere where its seriously, extremely unhealthy to have dust at!

"These tubes were everywhere. None of them were broken, there weren't any signs of any struggling or anything... Just felt like it had been purposefully abandoned, like people didn't have anything else to do there. So I turned to the others-"

And Holo-Leah's foot engraves itself into Verraad's face on the ground as she turns.

"and I said... I said 'OK guys what now?' Grimm said 'Maybe this place is just off the grid? Meg, turn off the portal!' And Meg nodded and did some magic-y thing that we usually did to close portals behind us."

And Verraad's two halves abruptly reappear in the middle of the portal as Meghan closes it, causing him to be bisected horizontally. Somehow all four of his severed bits remain in the lab, though its probably because of holograms. Their drop into the dirt is honestly just as painful and aggravating as the portal cut itself... It becomes swiftly apparent that for the sake of good storytelling we can't have these interjections of Verraad's justly due karma crowd out the story, so we'll do them in chunks. We're also going to tactically neglect Leah's typical hex coloration to go with plain text to save a bit of time.

"I decided that it'd be a good idea to figure out what was going on here, maybe there's a reason we were sent here specifically? Most portals don't really care about distance unless its really far off, so we probably had access to this place for a while... Or maybe only just now. And there was some arguing, as usual, but we agreed, as we didn't really see any immediate ways out."

"So, we looked. Shuffled through filing cabinets that were mostly empty, pulled out drawers with nothing in them, checked all the dirty corners for those scraps of paper you leave behind. Most of what we found rightaway were abandoned notes about science-y stuff that went over our heads for the most part. What we could make out, in plain english, was a hypotheosis about 'Power inheritance via cloning,' but it was honestly super-vague and it was smudged a lot. As it turned out, there weren't any exits either-the only other one was just a door to blank space 'for repairs to the outside of the facility' and it requested we be in full spacesuits or something like that to proceed, so we realized we were basically in a pocket. Which was... Not great. We weren't making much progress on figuring out what was going on there either until we found this ladder in the corner and then found these books and files on the top of the tallest shelf. Meghan dropped the book, but thankfully it was a hardcover in good condition aside from the dust... It appeared to be a more detailed version and general compilation of the studies ongoing here, in a published form, on the nature of the Architects 'n' such. It wasn't much more than what The Truth had said of them, really, but it also came with images... And, well..."

"... Well, the 'main Architecht' looked a lot like Meghan, when we compared them. Like, a much older grandmother Meghan but, the resemblence was uncanny. Which was like super weird. The files really put it into perspective; it was basically the mission statement of the whole place, and it was apparently made to... Make clones of the Architects. From what I've learned more recently, I guess it must've been some scientific endeavor to recreate the benevolent gods of reality or something, but the short of is they failed; they got clones, alright, but whatever power that made them the Architects was not, like, genetics or something. They were just left with these young, power-less versions of some of the most profilic individuals in reality, and apparently nothing to do with them. I mean, apparently the clone of the 'head' architecht was magically proficient but that was it. And that really got the gears turning-that really made it sound like Meghan was that clone. But that wasn't all. It was like a footnote, but the last thing we discovered was that the clones were all shipped off to this plane... Apparently it wasn't Earth-it was very close to it, but it was more like Earth if Earth were made specifically to raise and graduate, well, heroes; you know what I'm talking about, like, people who're meant to be heroes of destiny or have super-cool powers when they turn thirteen or such. A plane where they could go and not get harassed by a million conspiracies or get murdered, where they could grow up right, alongside some actual normal people, and surrounded by peers as well. And that got us thinking-Meghan was really, really like the first Architect apperance-wise and had 'great magical aptitude,' and all the clones were shipped off to a plane that was supposed to be earth-like but wasn't... What if it was ours? Best part was they even left coordinates, which meant we had a ticket home! Like, the goal was in sight. We were celebrating and all that-if nothing else it was a hell of a lead, even if it was an assumption and Grimm was being grumpy about it as usual."

"Then the portal flicked back on and we panicked and threw ourselves into the corners of the room. Lemme tell you it was hella terrifying. The griffons could've easily pinned us down with sheer numbers and everything was way too close together to seriously fight them all off, and given what happened before, like. It was like the brink of death was trying to approach us! The I peeked out at who it was, and... It wasn't any of the Griffon crew, thank god. It was just, like, this girl with an red armband, but I wasn't thinking about it at all then. She didn't waste time, she scanned the room and picked all three of us out instantly. I was thinking 'maybe diplomacy this time?' but... Well."

"You know how it is to fight a Player as not a player? Its' basically fighting the Godmodder on crack."

"That girl was a player-and we weren't exactly much of a fight. She pulled out three tasers faster than any of us could see and tazed us unconscious. Or, almost completely unconscious immediately. I got a second of something like a word before I went under; 'gotcha, gnat.'"

The holographic room went black. In this time, the Godmodder: has his four severed parts shoved into filing cabinets and crushed as they open and close, and same with the drawers; wind up hyper-impacted into the corners of the projector; forced to experience mind-bending math equations in his own head with hyper-induced stress; abrupt infusion of power cells far bigger than his head and far more dangerous than his body; thrown out of an airlock and forced to experience space's unforgiving nature without any protection; got his body parts crushed by a ladder, then had his face crushed by a 1000-page hardback; blown away by the revelation of Meghan's apparent nature; got crushed under an exact replica of earth and then barraged by a thousand superheroes working in tandem; got portal-cut again; got swarmed by death griffons and stabbed to death; was executed by Death himself; got stepped on by the girl with the red armband; had a painful flashback of all of DefTG thus far, especially the damaging parts; and then got triple-tazed.

"... I woke up way later to shouting. 'You got a fucking decoy it isn't the sealed magical girl you dolt,' 'guys calm down this happens,' 'I didn't have any other leads and I put a hundred CP into finding them!' 'those Gryphons would've been able to tell!!!' and also a lot more incoherent shouting. I was in chains, my wings were in chains, my mouth was duct-taped, and I was being carried on a cart. Skyrim style. The girl from before was with me, Meghan and Grimm, and she didn't look as... Excessively intimidating as before. 'They're awake,' she said, before I could get my bearings, and suddenly another guy-he had like a mustache or something-twisted my head around to meet his and started shouting at me, but i didn't even hear what he said before the girl kicked him. 'Easy goddamnit this is our one lead, if even, and if we're wrong we raised a witch hunt over nothing and I'm going to be pissed.' I think he backed off fast after that. Girl turned us right round to her and just started expositing-and as she did so the whole world got tuned around her and I kinda started realizing what was going on. I tried to shout 'you're the Godmodder?!' and she said 'I'm a player' and that's when things started getting really confusing. Those Gryphons were definitely... Well, the Players. Suddenly those red armbands the Gryphons were wearing-and the girl-make perfect sense, right? Red has always been the color of the Players, traditionally, to match PG blue. Why beats me. But it was kind of sour getting kidnapped by 'heroes' of the world and all. If I had all of these memories before working with you lot, maybe my reception would've been worse. But that wasn't all she said."

"She exposited a lot about the current Godmodder. Said she figured we'd need it for context and having someone actually explain things was overdue just to get over what was going on. The Godmodder never gave a name apparently, but he didn't have a disguise either. He was... Old. An old man, in his eighties or something, not like that'd stop him at all. Didn't bother with the usual disguises or anything, uh, as I just said... He had been one of the shorter-ish Godmodders for 'term' but one of the worst thus far, as apparently his game was research into the Architects for study into their works and had been pretty effective in dealing with him. Former player or something. Maybe he had some grand idea, maybe he could've been something like Verraad if he got enough steam-obviously we don't know, as bare minimum he did die before now. I don't really know, I never did get the whole picture from an unbiased source... Can't say I'm unbiased, that'll be for later. She talked about Leviathan too-y'know, that big monster that'd been wrecking everything? Turns out it was his last sealed boss. This player group had been doing very well against him, been mowing him down like a bad weed, but then Leviathan came, and Leviathan was pretty deadly and also inexplicably universally hostile instead of just, like, a normal pro-godmodder, but his big thing was 'can't take damage if any other Sealed boss was alive' and he was summoned alongside this... Uh, thing? They actually never described it. They blew up the other sealed boss just fine, but when they started smacking Leviathan nothing happened because 'The Sealed Magical Girl was still alive' and everyone was all 'what Sealed Magical Girl?' and that's when everything went to shit. Leviathan had some snowballer capability, got a few Players squarely into the grave and... Ate their souls. Not the Godmodder-the Leviathan thing ate their souls instead. It wasn't some ordinary Sealed Boss. The Godmodder vanished and the Players had to beat feet, leaving the Leviathan to rampage across the planes and the Godmodder nowhere to be found. They couldn't do anything against it and it was just causing total hell-best they could do was evacuate the planes it was heading too and it usually wasn't enough. They did the best they could do and dug up everything they could dig up about this rogue Sealed boss they missed, and..."

"... They found out this: A previous player group before them-one that failed-were fighting a fresh Sealed Boss in the Godmodder's Soul Orb, from what they gathered. It was... Well, apparently it was like the Sealed Princess; some 'harmless thing' that'd get uber-bonkers if it got so much as scratched but was harmless until then. And the players all got this terrific idea that they'd pump inordinate resources into turning this inherently-Anti-Godmodder 'boss' into an actual boss, and turn it against the Godmodder. And they laser-focused on it so hard that the Godmodder just switched tactics to just beating them up directly. Hell, he even threw a buff at the Sealed Boss to shake it up some. They were, in the end, successful... Even used their mortal actions on it, apparently... But they were dead, 'cept for the entity. And I guess that this is where things get weird, as far as Godmodder conflicts go, because I don't think I've even heard of this happening once, where a Sealed Boss actually, actually turns against their creator. This entity, whatever it was, had been thoroughly convinced the Godmodder was the worst thing since hell itself, and had been buffed through the roof. The Godmodder being forced to kill it would cause him to take damage, which is obviously not ideal, but the thing was so powerful even in its Sealed State to be threatening, and now its Unsealed state would also be pointed at the Godmodder as well. Basically it was a total betrayal, but also, it was... Worse. Heartfelt. It was almost like the entity got a conscious or something. Which, in light of recent information, is probably what actually happened-like Felix and like D.I.G.I, the Godmodder's most powerful entity hadn't just become an unstoppable beast, but a sapient self-sustaining creature in its own right, and one thoroughly convinced the Godmodder was wrong. And... Stranger still, the Godmodder... Listened?"

"I can't say for certain what really went on in that dude's head. They didn't know either. Maybe it was because the entity looked (and was) younger than him, and maybe it triggered this parental reaction that their corruption buried? Or maybe it was just because the entity was inherently tied to them and their words had weight. Unbelievably, it kinda worked. The Godmodder went into quiet seclusion for his studies instead of active antagonistic action, and the entity... The entity..."

"... The entity looked exactly like a normal human girl at a glance, or could disguise themselves as such, so they went to this... Not-Earth. Way she described it, it was more like Earth if Earth were made specifically to raise and graduate, well, heroes; you know what I'm talking about, like, people who're meant to be heroes of destiny or have super-cool powers when they turn thirteen or such. A plane where they could go and not get harassed by a million conspiracies or get murdered, where they could grow up right, alongside some actual normal people, and surrounded by peers as well. And you heard that one before, didn't you. I said as much before... It was only a hunch. It clicked like some horrible gear in my head, and I think she knew too. And after she said that-she asked me, she asked me right then and there if I knew anything, because the literal fate of, bare minimum, a whole lot of lives, was at stake. Leviathan was eating souls and getting worse by the minute, they may've thought it was the biblical leviathan, the incarnate deathly sin of envy and basically one of the big name devils that aren't named Satan. It could spiral into some unfathomable crisis, and I, and I, I didn't know what to do or what to say or what to think! I just got 'told' that my best friend's death was integral to stopping some interplanar threat beyond my wildest dreams and I was being held by multiple reality warpers intent on making sure it didn't happen-ones that were NOT too happy with me."

The Godmodder in the present day is-caught in a hypersonic shouting match; rolled over by the skyrim cart; annihilated by Skyrim dragons becuase why not; punted in the face by the female Player; shanked by Gryphons, continuously; aged into an old man with every old man disease ever; smashed up by Leviathan; smashed up alongside a Sealed Boss; soul-munched (only his soul. not his soul orb. That's a distinction that has somehow been made manifest.) by Leviathan; painfully excavated from the bottom of a cavern; ganged up by a horde of angry entities; smashed up by some kind of super-buffed sealed boss; forced to kill a selaed boss of his own design; forced into emtional distress of an extreme variety; beaten up by a load of teenaged superheroes again; smashed up by Leviathan again; smashed up by the seven deadly sins and their devilish representations, including satan somehow (these are holographic replicas, liberties may be taken); and crushed under infinite metaphorical weight of world-rending decisions.

"Grimm was a lot quicker than I was in deciding. He spoke up on everything he knew, though he was nice enough to say that we really didn't know anything about anything other than Natalie was capable of some weird stuff-stuff that he thought was weird that we didn't think was weird. And she nodded. Meghan was screaming loud enough that the female player kind of added some extra duct tape to her face. I was just kind of crying, I didn't know if it was a betrayal or not. I don't think we got far enough to seriously discuss it though. The carriage came to a stop... And I think where it was, it was pretty familiar. Gray featureless plain for miles, but it wasn't the Hexagonafield or anything... It may've been the Administrative plane or something. And, there he was."

"It was definitely the Godmodder. Every Player was on-edge and it was just too plain to see, he was... Basically radiating power. A really, really familiar power. And he spoke up-like 'about time you found me,' and lo and behold another brick to the face-that was the old man's voice, the one that had been guiding me until now, the source of my wings. I... I think he was setting me up-letting me on as a specific false trail. With what I know now, anyways-I was just completely baffled at this one at the time, but now I can just... Envision it, like this stupid long-reaching plot wherein he has some near-duplicate in appearance of his 'daughter' who closely appreciates her through perfectly normal friendship... That was awful wording. Uh. You get what I mean, though. A body double. IT wasn't a pleasent realization. In person... He didn't look very pleasant either. He had these bloodstained clothes... And bloodstained hair... And really he just looked pretty awful, now that I think about it, like he lived in a hurricane's eyewall or something. And everyone basically got into their favorite Mexican standoff poses, except for us three who were still chained up."

"One of the Players spoke up pretty fast, and it was a pretty hectic conversation but like, eventually it was just commentary on his CP. And like I didn't know what a CP was, just that it was apparently freakout-worthy for a Godmodder to have 500 CP. And in light of everything, I'd say it's really freakout worthy for a Godmodder to be carrying around a bank that large just kidna casually, given how much just 'two hundred' CP got us in the end, or how CP from a Godmodder is like a million times stronger than any of ours. I guess he just had all the time in the world to charge with the Players unable to follow him in favor of damage control... It was really ultra tense, too tense for anyone to really do much more than start talking. There were some barbs-Godmodder was apparently here because he was looking to study tech from the Architects for his experiments, everyone was asking about Legendary Weapons, he claimed he didn't have any, some insults were exchanged, old man said fuck you. Then they asked about Natalie, or the 'sealed boss' and he said something along the lines of 'You can't even kill me or you won't be able to kill Leviathan because no player powers.' OK he didn't say exactly that but he said why fighting him at all was an awful idea, but they still looked pretty ready to do something, probably force the issue on his end. They forgot all about us, and the Gryphons weren't around or anything... Grimm had managed to untie himself and was starting to work on cutting me and Meghan loose, and we were pretty much determined to bail at this point."

"Cue everything going to hell."

The Godmodder suffers these things: a prison snitch's indirect wrath via excessive police brutality, except the guards are players; more hypersonic screaming; extremely painful duct tape addition; salty tears in his previous wounds; being stuck way too close to a radiator and burning up; getting stabbed by Leah's wings; get involved in impossible government conspiracies; drown in blood, literally; shoved into a hurricane's eye wall for eight years of perceived time; caught in the crossfire of a million-man Mexican standoff; soiled pants because holy unholy mother of godmodder 500 Charge Points?! Oh, and a tension so extreme that it literally manifests to break the Godmodder's back.

"There was this silent AG, he didn't speak much or at all. He had apparently been tagging along going 'Yellow Yeller X CP' for literally any relevant passage of time and everyone was kind of jokingly treating him as god, except now he actually did something, and that something was make a portal to somewhere and out of it-oh god everything's coming fast now-out of it was basically this... Massive thing. A towering thing of fish-flesh, a mishmash of maws and fangs and claws and fins, some kind of horrible blood-ocean, satanic etchings on every scale, the scent of salt and death, and, and, oh god, there was screaming, there was so much screaming. I don't want to know if those were people screaming or some kind of sound it made to intimidate me. I don't want to know. It was awful, worse than it should've been. The smell was designed to assault your nose, the air felt wrong to breathe, the noise couldn't be blocked out, the sight of it made me sick, and I'm just kind of really happy I didn't have to taste it or anything 'cause I'm sure that'd have been literal hell too. It was... It was a demon, a demon beyond almost any other demon short of Satan themselves, so woot for them being dead as fuck. The point is that it was this horrific thing and I swear to god it was even worse than I describe. Lovecraft can shove his eldritch ass up a chimney, that thing was just... Absolutely, overwhelmingly awful and wrong, and I swear I've forgotten things I definitely saw."

"But in the middle of all of that there was this light, or not really a light, but something way less horrible, and it looked like, well it looked like me, six techno-wings and a sword. And she wasn't attacking it-that'd be stupid, it was invincible-but she was like ultra-on guard, waiting for it to make a move, looked like she only just got pushed in through. And, and Leviathan said... uh. Omniglot?"

And Leah falls silent-Ominglot picks up the slack and starts glowing a deep, horrible green as it speaks up in lieu of Leah.

"PATHETIC THING. MY VICTORY IS INEVITABLE WITH TIME. YOU ARE BENEATH ME. I HAVE GROWN ONLY STRONGER AND STRONGER WITH THE SOULS I HAVE CONSUMED. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU SO JEALOUS OF MY MAJESTY YOU WOULD FUTILELY THROW YOURSELF AT ME?"

"And I knew who's voice spoke right back-'Because you can't kill me!' And that was her. Natalie. That was Natalie. Oh god, she was fighting that thing. Exploited immunity, i guess-Leviathan couldn't kill her without removing his invincibility, but Natalie wasn't able to harm him at all either. Some kind of awful stalemate, and whoever that yellow guy was, he opted to break it. I think a lot of Players were screaming at him at why he didn't do that sooner, and, uh, The guy vanished? I don't know what was up with that."

"All hell broke loose. I can't even describe it. I might've been able to if I was a Player, who could see the updates and all that, but as an outsider, its like some kind of supernova exploding all at once in a dozen different ways, something too much for me to even see, but I could tell-I could tell they were aiming it all at her and the Godmodder was throwing themselves at the Players to stop them, entities whipped to life and send to die in the span of seconds-it was absolute chaos and I couldn't believe it and I didn't want to, I wasn't ready, but-but I had those wings, right? If I was anything like what Natalie was right then and there I could help, I could help her. I wasn't sure what to think but I didn't want to leave her to die, I was terrified. And... It was all going so fast! But I just, threw myself into it thinking that I could like swoop in and save her! Grimm and Meg were telling me 'no don't do it dumbass' but I was a dumbass and did it."

"Predictably someone thought I was Natalie and sniped me out of the sky in a hit, and I crashed on the ground near-dead."

And perhaps for the first time in a while, the sound of something else on the horizon built up... Something like footsteps... In a reality devoid of anything other than the Godmodder, the Players, and the Soul Orb. How? Player powers. That's how. There isn't even a question. But what is a better one. Meanwhile, the Godmoder has suffered; a inter-continuity meme; more portal cutting; the sheer awful, horrible, nastiness of Leviathan overhwhelming the Godmodder with his special brand of hellish power; Omniglot's representation of Leviathan's voice blowing his mind; the sheer immortality of the players that he has fought thus far crashing down upon him like a horrific revelation of how absolutely, inhumanely stubborn they have been, and now continue to be, the revelation that his mortal blast last ditch effort that he was going to cheat is about to get completely bypassed, himself not; and the typical, terrible calamity that takes place when Players and Godmodder clash, that is to say, something like a million different degrees of death crashing down upon everything all at once.

"Things kind of got ultra-hazy from here. Head injuries made it bad. Natalie flipped a gasket. I... I think this was always what I was supposed to do, if you get what I mean-fly up and take like one blow. You know, like how attacks veer off-course and hit some nearly-unrelated bystander that happens to look really similar or have a really similar name? That kind of thing just happend, and it happened to me, and I think Natalie knew it. I got impaled in the heart, my spine broke like glass, and my arms got cut clean off... Fell to the ground like a rock. She was totally blindsided and dived for me over, y'know, fighting Leviathan or defending against the Players 'n' such. The Godmodder was screaming-like, actually anguished screaming, couldn't tell what he was saying at all. And the Players smelled the blood on the water and struck with everything they had and everything they thought they had. Natalie used herself as a human shield with those wings and blocked any of it from hitting my dumb ass, and it was... It was pure chaos. It was this horrifying storm of things and, and I was scared out of my mind and already regeretting it and Natalie was in pain and it was my fault, my, my... My fault, and... and..."

"... THen, then something happened. I think. The players had started screaming over something, someone did something they shoudn't have and everything went really dark. I think they caused a Paradox Roll and it went really badly, I don't know if that's the case. Natalie started screaming, got a bad case of an Exorcist head and turned it right around. god its freaky to witness from the back. A number apperaed in the sky, I think it was a 3, could've been an 8, Natalie was scraeming about how she coudln't control herself. Natalie blasted off and the fighting went away from me. I don't know where Grimm or Meghan were, I just had to look at the chaos, and, things weren't going well. The Godmodder slid on by me in the thick of it, they weren't even thinking of attacking him now. He looked... I'unno, he was devastated, or at least he looked devastated. You can never quite tell. This definitely wasn't to whatever plan he had, and I guess by default I must've been on his side, or something. I'unno-maybe I would've sided with him at the end. Ridiculous in hindsight. But given he was giving me the olive branch while the Players had kidnapped and nearly killed me a million times over... All I know that he did was drag me aside and just let the fight go on."

"I asked him how bad it was going, because I couldn't really tell. He just said 'very poorly' very quietly, but then he started elaborating some-they were focusing fire on Natalie and bringing her down, she was screaming at them to k-k-kill her, but she wasn't able to stop herself, and Leviathan was not, not helping, they were killing them all. I couldn't even tell they were dying so fast. They were dropping like flies, their entities were gone and they weren't a very large group to begin with apparently. They weren't prepared. But they were whipping out Mortal Actions and blowing Natalie's HP away rapidly now... I didn't really know what that meant. I didn't really understand anything, gotta say it. I was thrown into basically pure chaos with no guide, everything was alien. I think I'd have exploded right then and there if I wasn't dying so hard. I think he said he teleported Natalie and Grimm away, thought he owed it to them or some shit. I don't know whether or not to be thankful. He said he might still need me in a moment, I didn't know why at the time, complained about being shot again for no purpose."

"Then... Then Natalie's puppeted body came back to us and she was screaming about 'please not that' or something and I don't know, my head was fuzzy-and the Godmodder was definitely not leaping to my defense. I don't know-maybe she managed to make herself hesitate a little, and I guess that was enough. A massive laserbeam just came out of nowhere and impaled her clean through on the spot. She didn't leave a body, just a sword and her disembodied wings. The killer got overtaken by Leviathan, think it was a mortal action. The Godmodder was... Not pleased by that. I think we were the last two left at that point. And then, then, Leviathan..."

"THEY DICED AGAINST AN ULTIMATE POWER AND PAID THE PRICE. AS DID YOU, FOOL. ARROGANCE TO ASSUME YOU WERE SO PERFECT AS TO NOT SUMMON ME, ARRONGANCE FIVEFOLD TO ASSUME YOU COULD BANISH ME. THE SINFUL ELEGANCE OF GODMODDING YET PERMEATES YOU, AND ONLY NOW DOES THE FOLLY OF IT ALL CRASH UPON YOU, EVEN THOUGH THOU ART STILL DAMNED. I SEE THAT SPITE IN YOUR EYES, FOOL. IN YOUR STATE, YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY EXPECT TO DEFEAT EVEN A SINGLE PLAYER TO GROW STRONG ENOUGH TO SLAY ME WITHOUT DYING, NOR CAN THEY EXPECT TO DEFEAT ME, AND TO STRIKE AGAINST ME TO SLAY ME IS SUICIDE ON YOUR PART-YOUR LIFE IS TIED TO MINE, AND AS YOU ARE, SHOULD I DIE BY YOUR HAND, SO SHALL YOU DIE TOO FOR THE BREACH OF CONTRACT. YOUR PITIFUL APPRENTICE HAS LONG ABANDONED YOU, AND I COULD CRUSH THEM LIKE AN ANT FOR THEIR SOULS AS IT IS-AND I SHALL, FOR I AM FAT WITH THE SOULS OF THE WORLD AND SHALL ONLY SWELL MYSELF FURTHER. ONLY FOR THE CONTRACT WE HAVE FORGED DO I YET ALLOW YOU TO LIVE, WORTHLESS THING, AND WHEN IT EXPIRES-OH, I SHALL ENJOY THE MOMENT WE SHALL HAVE TOGETHER FOREVER. AS FOR YOU, LITTLE TOY..."

"I swear his words seared into my memory. And he's an awful speaker. The Godmodder... Definitely got angry now. I remember what he said. Helps that it was short. 'ENOUGH! You freak, ENOUGH! You think I didn't think of this? I've had time to think of a countermeasure! Perhaps I was too hopeful the Players would've found some alternative... But I've planned for this very moment! Leah... I'm sorry...' And then, well... This raw burst of power poured out of him, and I guess that was him blowing his CP all at once."

"500 Godmodder CP is a lot of power. Power enough to heal me from the dead and restore my wounds... Even if they were kind of made into war machines again. Enough for some body armor, which is the black bodysuit you see. Enough for the spark-the player power, to just be forced into existence, or maybe just called upon? Maybe God just went 'sure' and gave it to him, point is it was definitely there. And god it was strange. Was it strange for you all? It felt like time just kind of slowed down a bit, forever, like a fire everywhere in my body, like my hairs were on end... It all came rushing through... But it wasn't mine. It wasn't mine. I could feel it, but it wasn't me-it was something on my back. I could hear these voices chattering in my head-Moniker's, and I guess also Farrah's? And a voice called out from behind me too... And that voice was Omniglot's voice."

"I really don't get why he made Omniglot a Player rather than just give me the power directly. Maybe he thought it'd be too much, or that it was better to have it in a more 'intelligent' vessel, or perhaps there was some trick about it. Maybe he saw this exact moment coming and knew that having the apparent Player look like me when it wasn't would be handy. I think he was trying to recreate his spin on Architect tech and wanted some of his research to keep alive, personally. I'unno. But he made me a player, and he cranked up the power quite a ways... And even though now I was a Player and could kind of understand what was going on better, I didn't think I'd need it to get why-I guess contract said being blown up by me wouldn't count for whatever dumb deal with the demon he made."

"Now, I personally was way too jumped up on adrenaline to really understand what I was doing, and Omniglot was kind of auto-piloting. I had a sense for how to attack Leviathan and I wasn't completely at a loss for how to use the wings to fly so it wasn't... OK actually, no. Cut to the chase. I lost. I lost really badly. Got fucked up. Again. He was counting on me, and I fucked up again, like it was my personal job to get thrown about like a ragdoll or some shit. Leviathan-he was soaking it up like a sponge, me and my Mortally Wounded ass."

Back to the temporally-current Godmodder, who has, to be brief, suffered the immense rapid-fire crossfire of a moment in time in the Godmodding war. You imagine any general attack that'd be tossed around by a slightly-less competent group of players than, say, the current group right now, against an unholy master of envy who is simultaneously some kind of immensely demonic eldritch abomination, and also the deathly winged assault of a magical girl valkyrie on super steroids. I don't think any colorful descritpion of how screwed the Godmodder could get from this will ever, ever suffice. And also the sheer agony of being Mortally Wounded (possibly without actually being Mortally Wounded.) Heads up! It's agony.

"I remember the exact words they said much more clearly, now. Omniglot?"

"PITIFUL! IS THAT IT?! JUST ONE MEASLY PLAYER? COULDN'T EVEN POSE A THREAT. WHAT NOW, FOOL?"

"This."

"... He flared like a light. Like a bomb. I don't know what he did, precisely-it was just way too fast and I was mortally wounded, kind of too busy trying to not think about dying. All I saw was this blast of pure light from the Godmodder... And... Nothing. I think that the Godmodder pulled a Mortal Action. Or something like it. Maybe he just did the typical 'burn myself out fatally for an ultimate attack' deal and it wasn't specifically like a Mortal Action? All I know is that he was definitely dead, and the Leviathan was dead too."

"... That left just me. Mortally Wounded. There wasn't any trace of Leviathan or anything else in the area, just me and myself, and in the absence of a Godmodder, all I heard was who I presume to be Farrah freaking out over my impending doom after all of that. Guess that was her 'hero of justice' nature, but her role as an observer kind of left her mostly hopeless, except to summon... Someone. never saw who they were. Had a cool sword, that's all I saw before I blacked out completely."

"I don't know what happened afterwards. To be frank, I have no clue why I was strapped to that meteor or why I crashed down with you lot without memory or a voice. I could take a crack at it, though, but its a shot in the dark-the weird figure was Mastersword and he used me as a secondary battery in the Deleter, rather than, uh, being humane. God knows if that was the case or if I'm missing a big chunk of memory between then and now. And he's dead. Maybe not for much longer if we're lucky..."

"... We all know what happened in the meantime. I think I never really explained myself-I was just confused and totally lost, and I just wanted to be near to Fenix because he looked dependable and nice and not terrible. I'unno, maybe there was some instinctive fear thing going on? Point was I wanted you all at arms length. Isn't much else to say you didn't see for yourselves about me, really, until I left all of a sudden to deal with the planes colliding. One of the Players managed to help me out and heal me up while we had a small break. I'unno who she was, but shout outs to whoever it was, thanks for the help! Anyways, uh, she helped me remember everything I forgot and got my voice back. And that's when I realized I had something important to do."

"I went to Earth first, only to confirm that I was never raised there. I managed to Player Power my way to find my actual home, and..."

Leah starts trailing off.

"... I... I saw a monument about the 'tragedy' that took place years ago. Like, a really long time ago. Freak 'hurricane.' I. I saw the graves. Saw my grave, saw the graves of everyone I knew. I never knew what happened to Meghan or Grimm. I know what happened to mom and dad-dead. D-dead. Dead. Dead! Like, literally everyone I knew was dead. I couldn't tell if it was from old age or the freak ass accident. DEAD! And I was alone and no-body knew who I was but they were staying the hell away from me. And, and-I don't know how I can live like this, either, with all these weapons on my body. That Old Man wasn't thinking too far into the future aside from Omniglot being a good translator, I-I nearly blew up a street because of a can falling over and I flipped, oh god. I... I..."

She gets a hold of herself, just a bit.

"... I cried. I just found somewhere private and cried. I didn't know what to do or why to do it. With all the memories back I just... I was a bit intimidated about coming back. It was just a war full of power-mad assholes, and, like, that never changed! I'll admit it I don't like all of you! N-not gonna name names. But I was thinking of quite a few of you when I was thinking of Valla's power lock deal. I was thinking about how much I hated all of what I've become and all of what I've lost, and I... I really couldn't take it. I was just in an awful, mopey mood for hours."

"I... Eventually I broke out of it and just got mopey, like some emo, and then I heard some shouting over in a corner of a street somewhere. My town was never... Well, not perfect. I was pretty much immortal, Omniglot said there wasn't much threat in the area, why not investigate? It was a mugging and it wasn't a pretty one, mugger seemed halfways... Like... Ugh. I'm really tired of violence. Ugh, the Mugger was halfways intent on just beating the woman up as he was robbing her. I... I got mad. I don't know why but I got mad. Wasn't my business, but I got mad-and I was strong. Really strong. I just, picked him up and knocked him out, and Omniglot cuffed him afterwards. I healed her... She hugged me and cried on me and called me a hero."

"... I like being called a hero. I don't know. Maybe it made everything else thus far just... Maybe it was just a bit more bearable? And maybe that's when it clicked. I was, like, unfathomably powerful, and I wasn't crazy. I'm pretty sure player power will go away but these stupid enhanced organs and limbs won't."

The Godmodder, meanwhile has suffered these things additionally: being stepped on and shanked by 'shadowy sword guy who might've been Mastersword but we don't know,' forcibly put into Leah's shoes as he relives the Bank of Actions to Tribulation 1 (where apparently Leah was repetitively crushed by a giant boot), """healed""" by a player (by which I mean his wounds turn into cancerous outgrowths of equally horrible pain), smashed by the planet earth, swept up in a horrible hyper-lethal hurricane again, aged to death, experienced dying like a million times, blown up by Leah just as she freaked out over the can falling over, crushed by the aformentioned ridiculously hyper-dense can, salted by Leah's tears, experienced weaponized depression, and got personally, viciously mauled by Leah in a scene a lot more brutal than 'swiftly knocking out and apprehending the Mugger.' And then a woman crushes him with a death hug.

At this time we now cease the absense of stylistic choices for the sake of time and readability.

"... If it means helping people... I guess its worth it. And its definitely not in my book to just mope around and be useless, after all of that, to just have reality delete itself 'cause of some asshole. I'm. I'm going to make something out of this stupid life if it kills me, because last I checked it will eventually! And from the looks of things, I'd say I've made a decent enough start."

The Godmodder, finally, has had enough of this crap. And also he's the Godmodder, Player-induced Stupidity be damned! He flares power and bursts out of Leah's holographic trap, ready to start going again... And then the Shadows remind him 'no you're super vulnerable now' and temporarily re-exist after being forgotten for basically this whole attack to pin the Godmodder down, giving him ample time to see what the hell is going on because holy shit what's that. What is that?!

It's an army, plain and simple. An army. It is a very bright army, at that, every figure luminous, almost like they were the sun, each and every one. Not just shining knights in armor, but shining horses (in armor), shining lancemen in armor, shining magicians in mage-armor, shining nobility in fanciful nobility armor, shiny trebuchets in trebuchet armor, the whole of pseudo-medeival and magical warfare is horrifically arrayed against the Godmodder. Uncountable hordes of Pikemen, Millions of swordsmen, knights on their mighty steeds in tens of thousands, Mage-Legions like drops in the ocean, a thousand fold nobility-and behind them, like an actual sun, grasping a small scepter topped with a single lightbulb and hovering over the masses, was a man worthy of being called King. One and all they hoist a single banner-The "Army of the Kingdom of Light."

... The Godmodder recognizes these lot! They're from his horrible Kingdom of Darkness way back when! It appears living conditions have... Seriously improved. And also, military conditions. Oh good lord have military conditions improved.

The King lets his left hand loose from the scepter, and issues a finger of utmost defiance at the Godmodder. "Fiend. You have created us simply to suffer as with everything else and languish in wretched torment for eternity. Fortune, then, that we have been gifted this light with which to find our way! You have suffered at our hands once, now, but endless is the torment we have suffered under your Sealed Throne and its heartless tyrant. No further!"

The Godmodder is not in any state to really fight back. He currently can't even vocally process exactly how stupid that sounds to him, being that he's the Godmodder and has a million un-deadifiers or something like that. Wait, no-what's this? His secret inventories entirely stocked with un-deadifiers has just been robbed in their entirety! Even the super-secret inventories, and the super super super super secret inventory that requires five passphrases and a dancing monkey! THEY'RE ALL GONE! The Godmodder's heart knows pure despair for an instant as he manages to see Leah annihilate them all in a grandoise bonfire made of cheese, and in that instant the new army can know naught but one thing-CHAAAAAAAAAAARGE!

The infinite pikemen and swordsmen, despite not being on horseback, make it there first. They know little technique but endless enthusiasm, and in the absense of much defense, the Godmodder finds very little from having their infinite value of pikes to impale and impact the Godmodder with relentless force. The Godmodder's infinitely infinite armor that covers every inch of his body knows failure under the force of something greater than any infinity-HOPE! Hope that was given to them through that light that shines on them. They are as doom. Such is their weakness that the Godmodder could breathe on them to knock them back, but such is the Godmodder's weakness, and Leah's will, that the Pikemen remain thoroughly unharmed, and like Pikmin (which perhaps is linguistically fitting) swarm the Godmodder as a horde of ants, each tiny little pinprick of the spear an additional agony, accounting to unbearable mass, before the Godmodder finally breaks free of this and knocks them all back.

But even so they are not deterred, and through the power of their light, they pull a move straight out of Wonderful 101 and form up, linking their bodies together and weaving their light around each other, revealing their true power-for one might be nothing, but in infinity they can know no defeat, and together they are mightier than this pathetic, lonely tyrant. The spearmen compact themselves into spears, gigantic, each the size of a skyscraper-and by the force of hope alone (and their latent levitation magic), they fire themselves off at lightspeed towards the Godmodder, each Spearman Spear exploding back into Spearman that blow back into the army's ranks, covered by the fury of yet more Spearman Spears until the entire barrage, millions of million-strong spears, has ended, but the onslaught has not abated.

The Cavalry arrive, the very pinnacle of knighthood one and all, formerly so decrepit that they couldn't even harm a fly, now so mighty that flies would rather harm themselves than face them. Their horses move faster than racecars, and their lances hunger for the blood of the damnable fool that cast them into such misery for no purpose. The Godmodder, dizzied from the barrage before, fails to keep up and gets impacted by uncountable charging lances, if the horses just don't trample over him altogether. Lances aren't exactly weapons to keep using after one hit, though, even if they don't break-so these fine gentlemen discard them for longswords swiftly thereafter and make passing slashes at the Godmodder as they whirl around him, too fast to get an opening on and too hopeless to stop.

A particularly wooden whinney cuts through the chaos like a sharp knife through butter, and the Godmodder's head whirls to the source. It's almost literally the Trojan horse, except there's also a gigantic Trojan man to go with it. And it's animate. And it's angry. It rips forwards as the knights disperse. The Godmodder tries to leap out of the way, and gets caught between wood, twirling up like vines to ensnare him just long enough for the Trojan's spear to come forth. And it isn't just any Trojan-it's Hektor, the mighty equivalent of Achilles himself for the Trojans, and the mightiest warrior they know. (or a gigantic wooden equivalent.) The history of legends of Earth crashes down on the Godmodder nearly as hard as the wooden spear, and the wooden hooves, and the wooden horse droppings right after.

As the Godmodder experiences the delightful revelation that wooden horse facsimiles can poop, the magi appear, as thoroughly learned as they are quietly furious at the fiend before them, bereft of heart and soul despite having near the whole world contained in it. Their incantations call upon a pure, scalding light, not of God nor Satan but of Mankind's light as the work of God, that or its just a really bright light and there's no theological element to it. You never know, though the Godmodder finds out right quick as it burns through him like acid through a particularly reactive metal. But it doesn't stop with just bright lights-the mages work rapidly and in tandem cast spells like mad, each one more ferociously lunatic than the last. Magic missile blasts worthy of destroying cities, firestorms of unlimited heat, magma sourced from the former Evuacorp's extremely high supply of lava to freely outsource, ice from places where kelvin is negative, and soon spells that should rupture worlds concentrated into pinpricks, tearing into the Godmodder like a mad sumo wrestler through wet paper.

But this itself is all but a prelude, as one mage in the back works like mad, abruptly frenzied into inspiration, and only now has his grim task been made complete. He charges forth, covered by his fellows, as he calls out with a single voice-"CHAOS!"-and Chaos it is, the whole of the world tearing itself open to have at the Godmodder, life and trees and dirt ripping into existence to flay him, fire and ice burning and freezing in tandem, waters drowning, the fury of the world itself at his neck and at his nape. But it was but a word of the spell, not the whole-"CONTROL!" and suddenly the Godmodder is it straight in the face with a very bad Sonic reference, followed by the absolute stoppage of time-a stoppage he is cognizant of in its entirety, a stoppage like hate itself. But nature stops for no man, and the Godmodder's limited defensive options rapidly sprial to zero as Chaos and Order combine in the worst ways possible to tear into him.

The weapons of war these loyal soliders brought slide in, each as a sun, hard for anyone to look at, outright eye-melting to the Godmodder. (He bemoans the loss of his eye collection, but only to himself.) Battering rams adorned by dragon skulls (apparently they had a dragon problem), trebuchets with better range than a sniper rifle and better payloads than an ICBM, giants armed with swords like slabs of rock, and dragons-friggin' dragons! The size of a house and breath of flame, need you say more? You could, like how they're roasting the Godmodder alive as the battering rams and giants rush in and pulverize the Godmodder's puny little form, and the Trebuchets fire in, somehow failing to damage anything other than the Godmodder in their explosive detonation of ordinance.

-snip-

As he struggles with this, the King turns his head back, and smiles-his army has done well, and they have swiftly returned. The Godmodder manages to improbably beat his memories back into whatever weird place they belong as he, too, gazes at it-its... It's a giant disco ball.

The Godmodder just has nothing for this one. Probably just all out of gas, huh? The entire army arrays themselves before the Godmodder, faces one and all ready to kill, each shining like the sun. The Godmodder braces-

And... They begin dancing?

Their dance is a far cry from their previous attempt way back when they were freshly-revolting peasents. They were now ferocious and smooth masters of the dance floor, capable of a thousand style of dance and combining them into moves so smooth that the Godmodder loses all his edge by simply being present, and that's without him actually looking, for he know he'd be hypnotized if his mind even paid a second of thought to the possibility that he might-oh godmodderdamnit he did it, he thought about it, and now he was hopelessly mesmerized by the ultra-slick dancing groove to make Disco-Chan proud. Wait-Disco Chan. Disco Squares, its charged attack. Oh. Oh god. The Godmodder is hopeless to watch as his doom swiftly approaches, as the whole army syncrhonizes to form up into a single, smooth dance move-

A thumbs down.

-snip-​

The Godmodder screams in agony. HIs soul screams in agony. He flays himself again. The sheer proof that he is lame beyond doubt annihilates his being on a level so basic that one could almost forget that there is even more to come.

Leah calls the Army back-its enough! They still have more to give, and they need to give it, but not now. They're ordered to fall back, and they rally behind Pionoplayer. "Whatever comes next, give him hell!" The army cheers.

Leah wraps up this post with a single action. She tosses a smokebomb at the Godmodder's feet. The Godmodder coughs, kneels over, as the smoke overtakes his senses. In his swimming vision, countless eyes appear-red and angry, and laced with the infinite sins of his past. They leer into the dark, as a muted observer takes the stage.

Click to shrink...

The King, having lead his once-dark kingdom in a glorious battle, retreats to Pionoplayer's side! The Godmodder feels his blood drain away. Are his undeaders really all gone? And... the re-undeaders? And the re-re-undeaders...? The Godmodder throws 1% of his mental energy (the other 99% VERY occupied), and finds its true! His warehouses full of BS plot twists - GONE! His lineup of ten trillion traitorous NPCs - THEY BETRAYED HIM! His emergency saving throw? Not yet thrown, but it'll probably be a 1! And... And... he's bleeding? Why... why is he bleeding...

The quiet watcher steps out of the smoke to the side of the Godmodder, the pistol he loaded with the antimatter bullet pointing in the Godmodder's general direction. He pauses for a moment before he fires, the bullet passing the Godmodder's head by over a foot and flying into a portal that had been opened behind his defenses. The Godmodder turned around in time to see something that hurt his head spew out of a small room that had some kind of electronic device keeping the liquid back, the device sporting a clean hole through it before the sight of it was blocked by the vile liquid. The Godmodder brings up his hands and as the quiet watcher does something out of his sight, he blocks it with a simple shiel-snip-
The godmodder was staring out at the natural grooves and gouges in the ground as the quiet watcher tossed the energy beam projection device off to Pionoplayer, knowing that he'd been doing something, something meant to keep him safe. He knew that something had happened, but even with all of his mental might and power he'd gained from becoming God, he couldn't remember. He took a step back, staggering when the small pillar of dirt that he'd found himself standing on that his mind insisted was both always there and was brand new broke beneath his feet, leaving him wide open as he tried and failed to keep himself in place with his powers, staggering as he tried to right himself.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder, barely standing, stumbles over and falls flat on his face. The Shadows, sated, watch from the sidelines as the Godmodder's fragile nose is squashed into the ground and broken.

"AHAHAHHHHH! THANKS DOOD! THIS ENDS HERE GODMODDER!"

TRUE ACTION FOCUS - GRAND EXODUS: Micro and Macro. Big and Small. Generally, putting the two together is a TERRIBLE IDEA, since it tears the fabric of reality. However... Gold has discovered a way to make it work. He called it... Exodus.

Ultimo Durana and The Callback Greatsword form in both of Gold's hands as he points at the absolutely stunned Godmodder, causing him to HOLD UP!

-snip-

Blake, Leo, Drago, and Gold all point their weapons at the Godmodder.
Drago: "THIS!"
Blake: "IS!"
Leo: "FOR!"
Gold: "EVERYTHING!!!"
They immediately enter an ALL OUT ATTACK! Blake attacks with Wrath of the Dragon, a powerful 12 hit combo of two slashes into a tornado of flames!
Drago uses A Dracolyte Reborn, summoning his Father to perform a Prince and King combo on the Godmodder, dealing 50 hits!
Leo uses A Spirit's Will, summoning 100's of energy Ultimo Durana's around the godmodder, which IMPALE HIM!
Gold uses Wrath of the Gods, summoning all 7 of the original Gods to decimate the Godmodder! Finally, all four come together, and all channel...

Gold, Drago, Blake, and Leo: GRAND EXODUSSSS!

A giant, multicolored beam, formed from all of reality and yet none of it at the same time BLASTS the Godmodder, sending him forward to the next in this combo!

The fragment of hope recollects itself and fuses into the Powerful Callback Greatsword, creating the POWERFUL CALLBACK GREATSWORD OF HOPE! "Hey, Piono! Here's the Powerful Callback Greatsword of Hope! Hope you can use it!" Gold gives the Powerful Callback Greatsword to Piono. It's up to you now, everyone!

Click to shrink...

Somehow, the Godmodder manages to cup his cracked hands, and absorb the energy of your beam! Using the energy to sustain himself, he struggles to his feet!

Verraad: I'm... tired... of taking this... sitting down!

Verraad: I... will... NOT... BE... DEFEATED!

And then Alastair moves to the front to defeat the godmodder.

As John the Godmodder soars ungracefully through the air, I already have an enormous net of words set up. I cough, sickly. But it doesn't matter now. He's hitting my trap, and there's no hope of escape now.

The nature of the web of words is the most mind-bending, insidious snarl of ideas, concepts, and weirdness I could think up. In fact, I made this attack a while ago, and had the Godmodder not fled like a coward back when I humiliated him, he would have faced this then. But what is it, one might ask? Well, what it is is simple.

It's the Cuil Theory Attack.

Cuil theory is a proposed theory of measurement that involves the abstract measurement (or maybe it's a measurement of abstraction itself) of how far away something is from the reality of a situation. The first known example is that of a man asking for a hamburger. The second best example was when I stumbled across the fic of a pony looking for a book.

I, completely aware of the hell awaiting me, let the third solid example of Cuil theory in practice be unleashed on the Godmodder the second he hits the net.

Cuil 0:
I launch an attack on the Godmodder involving Space, Time, and Symbolism. The Godmodder loses his Actions from it.

Cuil 1:
I launch a godmodder on the Space involving the Attack, Symbolism, and Action. The Time takes Godmodder from it.

Cuil 2:
The Godmodder is about to lose his Actions from having an attack launched on him, only to find on the ground a time-lapsed picture of the universe in my place. It is later hung up in the Louvre for its masterful symbolism.

Cuil 3:
The Godmodder wakes up as the Lost Actions and I as Space and Time. He screams as I loom over him, draping him in a cloud of layered symbolism on layered symbolism. The Post falls more into abstraction.

Cuil 4:
Giatí miláme sto Google Translated Greek? Eímai sígouros óti aftó symvaínei enántia se énan kanóna kápou.

O Godmodder, makriá apó ó, ti symvaínei se óla ta Cuils, amavrónetai apó to Tick Tick TIcking ton rologión. Koitázei káto gia na vrei óti vrísketai se éna ploío apó astéri, ópos to Krokódeilo apó ton Peter Pan pou kynigáei. Kápou sto drómo, chánei to fortío tou, to opoío eínai gemáto me ta óneira kai tin ikanótita na epireázei tin pragmatikótita.

Cuil 5:
I launch an attack on the Godmodder involving Space, Time, and Symbolism. The Godmodder loses his Actions from it. His eye twitches involuntarily, and as he goes to godmod it away, he sees an ocean of text rise up to swallow a man whole. His reaction makes a little progress as the Godmodder looks down at the Actions he lost on the ground.

I launch an attack. His reaction makes a little progress as he looks down at the Actions he lost on the ground. He musn't follow through. He's down on his last legs, which overlooks the ocean of text. The reality of how a Godmodder interacts with Player Actions shifts uneasily into focus.

I launch an attack. He looks at my face and plead with him. The idea of game balance will only push the man further into the text. The Godmodder goes to godmod this ridiculousness away-

And breaks the attack in doing so. His eye twitches involuntarily. All he needs to do is godmod away Cuil 0, right? Cuil 0 is reality.

But the moment he takes a step he falls backwards. I grin a wicked grin as I become the concept of Game Balance and push the Godmodder into the Ocean of Text, symbolism giving way to randomness, deceit, and chronological decay.

I launch an attack on the Godmodder.

Cuil 6:
The Godmodder, determined to stop this nonsense at the start, counters Cuil 0. But where is the start.

He sifts through the symbolic Space and finds the beginning of the Symbolic time in a knot. He cuts it only to have it dissolve into snakes. Snakes that become ouroboroses unto ouroboroses and spawn a decades long obsession into the lives of ontologically paradoxical children whose physicality is stylized.

The Godmodder launches an Attack on me, and tries to make me waste my Actions. But I Player it away, telling him to wait his turn. He doesn't comply, and the metaphors that never existed break down completely.

The Godmodder's eye twitches involuntarily.

Cuil 8:
The Godmodder briefly wonders where Cuil 7 went. It never existed. Its existence is a lie and so is the Godmodder because the Godmodder isn't real.

He objects, but the text being woven in electrical signals into symbolic ones and zeroes through countless miles of golden circuitry into patterns of mind boggling complexity object and is lost utterly when some of the signals hit a water spill and short the computer they're in completely.

The Godmodder decides to do nothing to break the symbolism, but the symbolism launches an attack on the Godmodder. The Godmodder's eyes twitch involuntarily. He tries to open his mouth, but all that comes out is a discordant symphony of hateful anti-imagination.

He puts his hands to his temples only to find they are temples of worship. He tries to put them on his head, only for it to be a toilet.

The Godmodder folds Space to become a mirror. He finds he has no reflection except for the literal sight of his soul. He screams in objection, but the personification of villainy torments him instead. He punches it, only to remember that the villainy is his soul and squirms as he punches out his own soul.

He tries to run. He can escape, he knows he can.

The Godmodder's eye twitches involuntarily.

Cuil 11:
Where are Cuils 9 and 10? One was posted for an earlier attack. Another was put in a chat client on a thread meant for discussing this forum game. I am done playing by the rules. I attack.

The Godmodder objects.

I ignore his objection.

Reality rejects my rejection.

The Godmodder asks why we are doing this.

I reveal a horrid truth.

Cuil 0 isn't what he needs to defeat to defeat my attack. Cuil 0 was a gateway.

The real attack is all of the Cuils along the trail. And they don't end here.

Cuil 12:





Cuil 13:



Cuil 14:

So, is this the end? Of the Godmodder and the Player?

I don't think so. They hate each other. They need each other. In another lifetime, they could have even been friends.

But not everything is so forgiving. The march of time is cruel and leaves all opportunities unexplored by the wayside to decay. The vastness of space dwarfs even egos such as the Godmodder's, putting all things within it to shame. To say nothing of the symbolism of it all. If there was any to begin with.

What then, of Action? Can it really be lost, like the Player says? Can it truly be countered, like the Godmodder claims?

Does it matter?

I think, in a way that can't be described, it does. Like how the justification for punishment in a system of no free will requires the idea that free will to exist is necessary to shape the further reactions down their predestined path, so to is the Action and Reaction chain that comes from the Player and Godmodder trying to enact their wills upon Reality.

But unlike the Godmodder, the Player is not alone. But does that really matter when Reality was always going to end this way? Was this fate always predestined, preordained, simply by the merits of how physics works on a fundamental level? If Reaction must follow Action, and Reaction becomes Reacted to in turn and that reaction reacted upon and so on, then can anything truly be free?

Do we want to be that free? Cuil 10 was a perfect example of why we don't want it to be absolutely free. I'll post it here to legitimize its existence:

Cuil 10: The Godmodder himself could no longer tell where or what he was? Was he an abstraction of an abstraction, or are the elemental monkeys just soothsaying the butterflis for no reason?

Raisins go to war with Hamburgers as they discover a man behnd the curtain. The Curtain pulls the man asid eto reaveal insanity in its purest from. Hope does not shrivel and die, but instead transmutes a goth peortyr assingment into boons for the hopeless and hoplss.

The Godmodder then realizes they are outside of normal time and space. Time? Space? What a sick joke. But the Godmodder enforces reality just long enough to see it was a futile endeavor.

They are no longer in reality. they are in a chat client ebing dictated by a fat man whose madness and sadism towards his being knows no bounds. The Godmodder would pray that the being would lose drive and determination, but that held no water, for the Godmodder practiced Godmodderism, and the price was paid to the Jabberwocky a long time ago.

It is only now, as his existence unravels in its totality, that the Godmodder realizes that this hellish nightmare hadn't even begun.

Cuil 10 was truly free. But it wasn't free. It was random noise. Random noise in the truest sense that makes anything that happens inside of it meaningless.

In a way, freedom isn't truly free, is it? One must be bound to something, or else all Actions will be lost to meaningless noise. Even the Quest to be Free from Everything is something one must be bound to in order to pursue it.

The power of Players comes from binding one's fate to a Godmoding War. But the Godmodder also needs the Players. Had he not been challenged, how could he have adapted like he had? Had he not been opposed, how could he have obtained the legendary Weapons or freed himself from The Wall? More than he'd care to admit, the Godmodder needed the Players too.

And this is why this war must stop here. If the Godmodder is allowed to succeed, then everything will be for naught! Please stop the Godmodder! Don't let the Godmodder chose for you, choose for yourself! Please-

AND THEN FINALLY I SHUT THIS MADNESS UP. Me fucking damn it. My eye is still twitching from the mess.

Cuil 16:
Surprise.

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Action Sumo:

Action?????:
Cuil 17:
Cuils are just lies upon lies upon lies. They aren't lies though. They are the truth. But abstracted away from the truth.

In a way, Symbolism is like Abstraction. But it has greater meaning and purpose. A subtext hidden in between the lines. What is the symbolism of the Cuil theory attack? What was all this time and all of this text space spent to tell?

To reiterate Cuil 0, and state the purpose of the Action….

Cuil 0:
I launch an attack on the Godmodder involving Space, Time, and Symbolism. The Godmodder loses his Actions from it.


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Can this post really end here?

...no...

NO!


There's a heavy sounding swing, and an earth shattering SMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

"It's not over yet!"

Don't fail me now, beautiful wings

I fly towards the Godmodder, and in my hand is the X-Blade!

You're my life, you're my everything

Always bound to me, it is literally a part of my Heart!

We can fly if you believe

I swing upwards with all my might, and the Key lights up. I point it at him and unleash it, blasting through him and opening up a Keyhole...

IN MY LOVE!

One that unleashes all of my treasured memories deep within me!

In the span of time it takes to play a guitar riff, many more characters and heroes join the ones on the field.



Ready to ride the wind now

In a burst of speed, many of the swifter heroes rush on ahead, leaving behind a windy trail for all of us to follow.

I'm a butterfly letting my wings out

As I charge with the slower ones, I spotted a pair of angelic wings flapping by me. My mouth drops in shock.

My friend, I can't wait to see you again

It was Bugs Bunny, as an angel of toon mischief. How fitting.


Letting go of all my worries

"What are you waiting for?" He asks with a wry smile and twinkly in his eye.

Make way, I'm in a hurry

"GIVE 'IM HELL!"

Right now there's no time for fooling around

And so, with our combined might, we take the Plane of Hell and toss it onto Verraad with a prompt WUBUAMF!


Tell me, Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

The godmodder, still kicking after the licking he's been given, shatters hell, blowing away everything around him.

Can I soar through the skies above

I feel the wind from the aftershock push me down to my knees, and all the fliers are swiftly grounded.

Oh, I don't know-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Suddenly my body wracks itself, and I cough violently.

If I'll ever see the tomorrow I'm dreaming of

I look at my hand covered in blood. I clench it and close my eyes, tears pricking at the edges.


Feels like my faith is slipping away

I clutch my sides and take a couple of deep breaths as the shattered bits of hell crash down around me.

This nightmare's got me losing my way

My hands gradually slide up to the sides of my head, clutching it as I try to shut out the mounting pressure.

When will it ever end

"I failed again-"

I've got to stay strong to keep the love going

But that's when something grabs me around the middle and lifts me up into the air.

Don't fail me now, beautiful wings

I look up, only to see Skitter, masked face redundantly Masked with a Wonder Mask…

-snip-

I'm living my life and doing things my way

I give them a huge smile and a thumbs up.

Don't fail me now, trembling wings

I turn and run forward once more, hearing their cheers and support.

You're my hope, you're my everything

I feel my Light shine brightly, healing me of my pain...

We can fly if you believe ...

...and lifting me off the ground to fly.

IN MY LOVE!

Bursting with power, I can only think of one way forward from here...

[Guitar rock section]

"Hey, guys!" I shout to a group of players. "Let's rock their socks off!"

I then raise my keyblade and fire a powerful spell at one of them! Only for it to bounce off, having been reflected by one last attack reflector! The Godmodder tries to dodge, only to be distracted by a rational debate, followed by getting trapped in minecraft Sand, said sand turned into duckrantulas by a holy triangle demon, the seven colors of determination wrapping him up, a few different shots from several gun happy players, a Smashposttrain, and it is finally decided that A Red Truth that keeps the Godmodder in place is declared. He Cannot Move.

The spell smashes into him. I turn to my comrades….

Only to realize they were my memories of them. I turn back to see John Smith all scarred and mangled.


Feels like my faith is slipping away

I clutch my Heart. I feel a deep pang of guilt?

This nightmare's got me losing my way

It looked like he was in pain… when did I want to cause that?

When will it ever end

I've been trying to hurt and kill him for so long… when did I become like that?

I've got to stay strong to keep the love going

I always walked a different path.

Don't fail me now, beautiful wings

I saved and helped so many, even when they didn't need or want me to.

You're my life, you're my everything

The memories of Cybil, the Player Killer, and Skitter come back to me.

We can fly if you believe,

I then knew what I needed to do. As a support...

OH YEAH!!!!

And as a Hero.


Feels like I've woken up from a dream

I feel my body shaking as I raise my arms above me and float above the crowds.

I've shaken off the misery

Then it stills and I take a deep breath.

Back to my carefree days

They snap open as I yell with all of my might.

I'm living my life and doing things my way

I feel my body turn translucent from all of the power I put into it.

PLAYER IS MORTALLY WOUNDED!

Don't fail me now, trembling wings

All of my memories, now given angel wings, fly into the orb, turning it massive as only my soul remains from giving it my all.

99% MORTAL ACTION PERFORMED!

You're my hope, you're my everything

"PIONO! TAKE THIS!" I send the Orb of Power and Being to him for safekeeping. He'd know what to do with it when the time came.

We can fly if you believe…

And then, the soul appears before the Godmodder. As he moves to act, my soul appears before him and speaks.

IN MY LOOOOOOOVVVEEEE!!!

"I don't blame you."

REMAINING 1% MORTAL ACTION USED! GODMODDER EMOTIONALLY STUNNED!

As the music reaches the climax and finish, my soul shines! The barrier falls away, as the Nothing returns to whence it came. And then, having done my purpose, I fly beyond.

Someday, I'll be reborn, and we'll all have a brighter future then.

Until then, see ya, Player Heroes.


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John Smith just stared, standing there, mouth agape.

He's heard insults. He's heard psychoanalysis. He's heard death threats and condemnations. Hell, he's even heard praise and exaltation for a change of pace. But…

"I don't blame you."

And then he died. He spent his last words as a living being saying that. One of the biggest opposers of the Godmodder, just, said that and DIED.

The thought and all it stood for was so foreign on top of this stunning, unacceptable loose end and lack of resolution was so overpowering in John Smith's mind that he didn't have time to notice, much less react, to the next poster's oncoming attack.

Click to shrink...

Cuil Theory deals massive damage to the Godmodder, racking his being to its very core as the already stretched-thin godmodding/god/satan power combination barely keeps his body moving! Half of the remaining bones in his body shatter to dust!

Strider626 cheers you, as you activate a MORTAL ACTION! But...

"I don't blame you."

Huh?

The Godmodder, though his mind is addled by pain, is not capable of understanding. Why? Why wouldn't...

Literally EVERYTHING has been the Godmodder's fault! He never claimed to be morally good! He always knew he was an evil person! He always - GAH! The shock of your words causes him to lose control of GoldHero's energy beam as it racks his whole body!

(...As your soul rises up, to go who-knows-where, its_a_cauldron_plot snatches it up and stores it along with Ranger_Strider and Strider626's souls.)

​

I look at Alastair's now dead body... and feel a pang of guilt. Even with the Prismatic Soul Barrier, it wasn't enough to protect him... so much for a zero-casualty war. Like that'd ever happen. Nothing like that ever happens, no matter the story. Stories of love and war, life and death, and endless battles against a so-called unstoppable entity? Quite obviously... death still happens.

There's time for grieving later. As of now, I've got a final action to create.

[Final Action] -
I speak, my words resounding across the chasm of emptiness we're in. The Godmodder and any remaining players find themselves flinching from the sheer volume at first, before they find themselves accustomed to it.

"Let me tell you a story..."
"One of hardships, but triumph."
"One of failure and success."
"One that would go down in history, having effects throughout the world."
"Let me tell you a legend."

Reality shifts. The region of absolute nothing becomes an entire world as I merge a plane of my own creation into this realm. A continent, thousands of miles wide and filled with massive amounts of my imaginary creations, comes into being as massive amounts of Player Power are expended. As the Players and the Godmodder float high above the newly formed planet, the platform we were all standing on cracks - then breaks. Everyone is sent plummeting into the newly created planet, a former figment of my imagination brought into a reality where anything is possible. The last thing Verradd and the players see before they enter the planet's atmosphere and black out is me, holding a 20 sided die and looking down on the world I've created.

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You awaken on a bed, in a small wooden room. Curtains are gently draped from a glass window, with a desk across from the bed. A book is open on it, and a small wooden chair is tucked neatly underneath the desk. Outside, you can hear music playing gently through the door - a strange song, sounding... familiar, yet different. Already, something doesn't seem right. What were you doing before you got here, again...?

Suddenly, your memory seems to return. That's what you were...

Spoiler: An AG Player

A Player... Players were the more common of those that had fallen from the sky, with only three others seeming to not fit the trend. As you exit the room, you find something... different about what is clearly a tavern. Sure, a jovial tune is playing, drinks of many varieties being consumed, patrons having a jolly time... but what strikes you as strange is the bartender. Looking strangely familiar - perhaps another player? - he stares through you. Giving an apologetic shrug, he snaps his fingers..

Any Player accidentally targeted by the attack finds themselves back on the battlefield, with a note in their hand...
"Sorry for the mistarget, it was kind of an all or nothing move. Enjoy the show."

Spoiler: An Arbiter

The Arbiter, Moniker, awakens in the same room. Heading downstairs, he finds the tavern strangely and completely empty, minus what he's clearly able to recognize as me sitting at a large table, directly in the center of the tavern. Grabbing a drink of lemonade using something clearly definable as cheating, I turn to look directly at him.

Moniker, not a direct part of the story in the first place, becomes one for a couple moments. I breathe in, and then exhale as I think on what to say, before eventually settling on the following...

Thank you for the time you've spent, making this game what it is.
Thanks for the entertainment. Thanks for creating this.
Thanks for allowing me into your world. Letting me introduce myself.
Thanks for... letting Me... be Me.


Thanks for the game, Moniker. Maybe someday, I can return the favor.


Moniker finds himself back where he's supposed to be, wherever that may be.
He's the narrator of this story. It's time to write the finale.

Spoiler: Piono

Piono heads downstairs to the tavern area of the inn, to find it a late sunset suddenly. A soft tune fills the room, and the few people left at the tavern are old friends with one another, and spending the night as they laugh the night away. Other groups sit down, generally creating a homey mood as the cobblestone hearth blazes to life in the tavern. I'm fiddling with a clock, realize Piono's right there, and then chuck it in the corner. Time itself bounces, wavers a little, then resumes more or less to normal as the clock skids to a half on the rough, log-hewn floor.

"Sorry for keeping you here a little bit longer, Piono. You're... a bit of a special case." I pause, taking a moment to savor the atmosphere of the tavern around me. "My main power I've been planning on is the power of stories, and legends. That's what this whole place is built on." Gesturing to the party of close friends over there, voice cuts back in. "Take those three, for example. Each of them have a specific backstory I've crafted behind them."

An elven figure, dressed in the robes of royalty and wielding a glass-edged longsword takes a drink from his glass. "Valeros is advisor to the king of the Twin Peaks. Renowned for his skills in wizardry and being the one to crack the secrets of reverting potions to spells, he was one of my first creations. His backstory is by no means complete, but he still holds a place."

A human, dressed in a dark blue jacket and playing an electronic melody on his jet-black fiddle has a hearty laugh. Refilling his glass from a strange, portal like structure, he drinks what appears to be lemonade and swings right back into the song, prompting a hearty cheer from the rest of the tavern. "Cadere is another one of my players. Skilled in the musical arts, he's a great bard and has traveled the world, using his songs to craft his way through battles.

A dragonborn nervously fiddles with his wooden staff, as a faint breeze blows through the tavern. Unsure of himself, it looks like he has a great conflict coming up in his story. "Quirail is a relatively new one, but his story is still in progress. As of right now..." I shudder. "Well, that's a story for another time."

"Anyways... point is, there's far more potential behind this idea." Wispy outlines of people filling the tavern shimmer into view. Glowing various colors, the outlines move, act, and do everything a normal person would, if they were in a tavern, but with a sheer lack of personality that reinforces their nature as husks. "These are characters that have yet to be created. As you can see, there's plenty of room. That's why I'm doing this."

A large portion of the shades suddenly turn from their previous colors to a deep shade of blue, exactly the same that you use. "I entrust these to you, along with their stories." I open the door, revealing a bustling town beyond. People conduct their evening business, vendors pack up shop and sell their remaining wares for the day. We zoom out. The street soon gives way to a view of the whole town, bustling with activity and walled. The style of the architecture oddly modern for this being a fantasy realm, the city spreads and sprawls throughout the valleys of the surrounding land. We go further. The land loses detail, the city vivid as ever but the surrounding regions fading to more general regions of farmlands, fields, forests. These give way to biomes, to regions, to kingdoms... and then, it abruptly stops. White regions surround the edge on the only kingdom fleshed out.

I turn to Piono, looking at the blotch of color and vivid land along the outline. Sighing, I turn to the other player before me. "This is the extent to which I've created this realm. As you can see... it's by no means complete. Even beyond just the walls of the city, the color is painted in pastels, not quite fully colored in. Nothing's ever truly complete...which happens to work."

I entrust my power over the overarching narrative and the ability to control fate itself to Piono.
He ascends from being a character in the story to a true author of it.
"Create your own characters, your own places, your own stories."
"Create a legend you'd be proud of."

My avatar dissipates. Piono is left far above the world with complete use of narrative control, and the ability to therefore, create legends. I'm only left to hope this is put to good use by him.

So, now the only person left is Verradd. As the only one who hasn't returned to the realm you know, you're beginning to become a bit concerned. Without any of your Godmodding powers existing here - thanks to a convenient concept-removal field - the whole thing seems rather unfairly stacked against you. Because... it kinda is. Huffing, you walk out of the inn with a determined glare on your face. You will escape this prison, one way or another.

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A quest board in the tavern crackles with orange, arcane energy. A strange quest takes notice of three denizens of the tavern, entitled "Destroy Verradd" in a bright orange font. Walking up to the quest board, they all look at the same quest. Described as a 6-star difficulty, the reward of 20 thousand platinum coins would be enough to entice any adventurer with the qualifications. They regard the quest for a moment, then look at each other.

...
Well, what do you guys think?

Valeros: "Well. This one is different, and 6-Stars aren't exactly common... What do you three think?"
Cadere: "Sure. Look at that gold reward! That's not something you get from an every day quest."
Quirail: "Cadere has a point. Let's go for it."

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Verradd, you realize that there's no way to escape this attack without his Godmodder abilities as he currently stands. This stupid counter-aspect field is blocking that... so you merely need to find a way out of the field! Realizing there are other ways to power in this world, you head to the local library, as you're far too old for school and were hoping to learn magic - it's the closest you'll ever get to your old powers. Walking through the city - god, you've forgotten how much walking you had to do back as John Smith - you notices a local peddler promising magic at a fast, affordable pace. You smile... evilly. This will be a cinch.

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Valeros, Cadere, and Quirail - or, you three - begin wandering the city in search of this "Verradd" they'd been told about. Unsure where he is, you all begin asking around...
Roll an Investigation Check.
"20. Infinileaf Clover."
...
Alastair, despite you being literally DEAD, you manage to find the Godmodder's location. He appears to have headed to the library to learn wizardry.
"Okay...?"

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Verradd, you sit down in a rather comfy armchair of the castle's library. Bookshelves dozens of feet tall stretch to the ceiling, ladders and a generally dim light completing the mood. Putting on some reading glasses, you begin to study. Magical effects begin to take place. Runes and an ethereal magenta magic begin to float around you as you start to read the book faster - the pages flip until eventually, the book gets sent flying through centrifugal force downwards, spinning on the floor and thumping a bookshelf rather loudly. As a shush comes from around the corner, you venture to laugh, as more spells find themselves coming to his grasp.

A group of what looks to be strange figures enter the library and walk towards you, looking around suspiciously. Being a newly-created spellcaster, you use an Identify Spell, and immediately are able to recognize the adventurers as would be Players - strong ones, at that. Judging by their stares, they're out for you - leaving a fight or flight response. The only sane thing to do, critically wounded and without your powers, is to flee - and that is exactly what you do.

Voices interject throughout the library. There he is! After him! We can't let him escape! Rays of lightning and frost chill various books, freezing the shelves and in some cases, blasting them apart. A song played by the bard boosts the adventurer's overall speed as they chase, closing the distance. You run, ducking and dodging through the wisps of spells blasting behind you, before coming to a dead end in the library's labyrinthine corridors. The adventurers come to face you, bolts of wizardry, sorcery, and wisps of some lost battle theme floating through the air.

Verradd, you are out of options. Forced to rely on your budding spells and forced into the situation you really didn't want to be in - battle - you have only one real course of action. Roll initiative to complete your quest, everyone.

"18." "15." "10."
... Verradd. Initiative?
"... 1."

Guess I'm first, then.
I begin my turn by casting Wall of Fire around Verradd and I. As he realizes he's truly trapped, I end my turn and pass it to Cadere.
Alright, then. Valeros, Verradd, you find yourselves surrounded by a wall of burning hot flames. It feels like you're in an oven, and you both take... 27 damage.
Not me. As I'm an evoker, I use Savant Spells to negate the damage on myself.
... fair enough. Cadere?

Verradd begins to hear a strange sound. Looking at it's source, he sees me - playing a strange, dream-like tune. Verradd, make a saving throw.
Guessing my luck, this won't make it?
Not unless you can beat a DC 17.
Fine. That's a... GORILLA. 16.
You feel sickened, and suddenly nauseous. Roll all ability checks and saving throws with disadvantage.
Alright. Quirail, your go.

I roll to disrespect Verradd.
Uh... okay. Roll... Intimidation?
Hah! Natural 20!
Nice. Verradd feels so disrespected, it's actually respectful how disrespectful you were.

Verradd, would you like to go?
Yes. I look around me, and use anything I think might be able to help.
You desperately pull out a scroll and read it. A rift into the real world begins to open up, and Verradd - you, amazed at your luck, you dash through.

The rest of you stand irritated as your quarry escapes through the portal. Looking at each other, there's only one thing left to do: follow him in.

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Although having sustained heavy damage, the Godmodder's returned to the realm of before the turn, with severe psychological stun on his person. It couldn't be real - yet it's real. How could charcters - figments of an imagination - deal so much to him? Stunned and confused, the world left behind has served one of it's two purposes, floating ominously beneath the clear plane of force that everyone is fighting on. Though much of the world is left colorless, the small beacon of color - the First Kingdom and it's capital city - shines brightly as an omen of what's to come.

Now, with the stun done, It's time for me to land my final blow before stepping off to the sidelines to watch the rest. I summon a small, 20 sided die, glowing orange with arcane power. Holding it, the dice's numbers begin to turn magenta as I invoke the game that's inspired so much of this attack - Dungeons and Dragons. Everyone rolls initiative, the order falling in that of the posts. Verradd rolls a 1, quite obviously.

As my turn comes to pass, with the ones above already having passed in the term of their posts, I decide to roll to hit, and get a 20 as the Infinileaf Clover kicks in. The critical hit with a heavily enchanted staff begins to unleash it's power directly into the Godmodder, dealing :̵͎̙̈|̵̹͖͝\̸͇̂̆:̷̧̼̈;̴d10 damage as my characters stand behind me. Valeros casts some of the mighest spells he knows as swarms of meteors begin to rain down, all centralized on the Godmodder. Cadere plays a song, entering into heart-wrenching chords, harmonies, and astounding melodies - ripping his very heart apart from sheer emotional pain. Cadere uses untold magic of ancient dragons as the Godmodder is bombarded with a barrage of sheer elemental attacks. As I roll damage, the Infinileaf Clover takes effect. As the number rolled determines damage it maximizes. Every dice hits a 10, dealing the maximum amount of damage possible. My characters, legends of their own, stand behind me, watch with me as the maximum damage output applies, and I transcend it beyond D&D statistics - applying it directly to the Godmodder's health bar and dealing exactly that... the maximum amount of damage possible.

Breathing heavily, I admire my handiwork.
That... was the largest attack I've ever created.
My god.

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I look at Scott, but she's a girl. The Godmodder, reeling from the sheer force of the damage dealt to him at one time from one attack, is wide open. Don't let this go to waste, Twin! You've got this!

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(OOC: And thank YOU, for being such a great Player! Not just Torix, but all of you!)

As the incredibly powerful magic spell soars towards the Godmodder, Reality stops with a record scratch a millisecond before it lands! Verradd/Verraad's voice plays in the background.

"Yup, that's me. You're probably wondering how I got into this situation. Well, that's not important right now. What is important is that, while this attack will land (and will really hurt), the Players must surely be running out of steam. From here, I'm sure, things will only get better. In fact, if I look ten minutes into my future, I can clearOH GOD OH NO OH SHIT OH-

-snip- BUT SERIOUSLY GO READ THE POST RIGHT NOW, ITS AMAZING AND WELL-MADE AND FORMATTED IN A SUPER COOL WAY AND GREAT OVERALL, GO READ IT, NOW

And Scott but it's a girl died. Her form came undone, destabilizing into a fractal of ten thousand colors as her essence was reclaimed by whatever forces still governed this plane. There was a flash of light as the balance of the Players was restored, but Victory by Ablation and I did not turn away. As the light settled, and the afterimage of Scott but it's a girl's smile burned itself into our retinas, two pieces of bread and a slice of cheese were left floating in front of the Godmodder. Victory extended an arm, grabbing the cheese. I extended an arm, grabbing the bread. Sliding my hand into my chest as though I was made of liquid, the bread slices affixed themselves back to the other half of my soul, recreating my soul in earnest. I look at Victory by Ablation, our lenses holding the remnants of both timelines in their frames. "Thank you," I tell him. And I mean it. Genuinely. If this really is to be my final action, it was one that I couldn't have done without him. I walk away from the Godmodder, leaving him alone. I'm not about to throw some last-ditch grandiose effort at him. It's not my place. After all, I swore off the DTG series years ago, didn't I?

Instead, I walk across the field, to the crowd of Players, whether they were links in this chain or not. Stars gleaming in my eyes, I size up Piono. Looking off into the distance, I extend my arm out, mime my hand turning into a gun, and fire. "Bang," I say. A door spontaneously blinks into existence, already open. An endless stream of stars in every possible configuration possible broadcasts itself across the battlefield all at once. It is not an undying, blinding light, nor a corrosive, nightmarish void. It is a perfect counterbalance. A synthesis of narrative and conflict, of light and dark, of war and peace. It is every story ever told, all wrapped up into my own. I put my hand on Piono's shoulder, my glasses gleaming. Piono feels something added to his inventory — a miniature piece of the Green Sun and the Red Moon, ripped from the remnants of both timelines. Perhaps Piono's about to ask how I still have them, but I speak regardless. "From one narrative to another," I say before walking back into the stars. "It's all in your hands." I don't look back as I head through the door.

Then I disappear.


Thank you.

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Two epilogues. Two fates. Two choices - but both are chosen. Two opposites. Two Realities. But one thing remains consistent through it all...

The Godmodder has a VERY bad day.

OBSCENE DAMAGE TO THE GODMODDER!
OBSCENE DAMAGE TO THE GODMODDER!

Somehow, amidst the pain and suffering, the Godmodder's already-weakened and rapidly-failing defenses allowing him to experience far more of it all than he normally would, and yet live anyways, one word can be heard:

WWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?!?!

(The reason, of course, is the same as the Red Truth about the Godmodder.)

The job done, or as close as its going to get, you disappear. Back to whatever afterlife you came from to begin with, and MORE than appropriate aid rendered.

(OOC: Truly phenomenal attack. This must be the best attack ever. Thanks to Eternalstruggle's camera, youtuber-watchers shall be enthralled by it for many years to come. They'll stop being enthralled when the attack footage is remastered into a feature-length movie of the two epilogues, which then becomes the seventh-best selling movie of all time. The other six are also about Godmodding wars.)

The Godmodder is barely hanging on. That attack felt like an eternity and a day, but really, it took almost an hour!

Eyowe simply sits there as the Godmodder/Verraad/John Smith/Blep is put through an entire contribution combo. If he just so happens to have the gall to somehow survive through that, or try to do some sneaky deaky move on his final breath, he is reminded that he is Blep, and a certain something is in schedule for Blep.

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AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

I hit the most toxic, stinkiest, virulent dab of all time.
children run in fear
my parents run in fear
birds flee from their nests
the expansion of the universe speeds up dramatically, so completely scared of the absolute world killer event that just occurred
and to those of you who ask who I am,
Joe mama

this attack is indiscriminate, everyone is in range

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The Godmodder instantly dies! Is what I would say, if the Godmodder had instantly died, instead of you instantly dying (note: You have instantly died.)

Action 1: Whats up everybody? I know the conclusion already, its written on paper. Literally.

The Godmodder is Killed.

The End.

Wow, that was fast.

So finally you acknowledge our existence, Godmodder. It only took like, how many updates? How many shenanigans? Its almost like we were just here trying to prove to you our competence this whole entire time. And it seems you made a few fatal mistakes, but the most ironic thing is simply your defeat. The Godmodder, destroyer of worlds, distorter of reality, devastator of creativity, to fall by simply... Himself. He is the cause of his own defeat. Immensely powerful in all power. The Most Powerful Godmodder. The Most Powerful Opponent. The Most Powerful Being. Felled by himself. Destroyed by his own incompetence. By their own twisted desires. How funny! Do I need to even list your crimes against reality? Sure, why not. Your heart obviously is set in stone.

Now um... I don't know when to start. Chronological order, maybe? What did you even do first? Your really making it hard on me to do this, Godmodder.

You Stared At Captain.Cat Evily!
The worst of sins, Truly! I don't think I even need to go through the rest of my list after throwing this one out there, but just to be thorough, I'd say we are at a good start.

You Killed A Bunch of Players!
Evil beyond all measure! I mean, you could of just-

Actual Timeline: You decided to go ahead and betray your allies, for what? Power? Pathetic.
Don't you understand our bonds grant us strength!? You should of just went and aligned yourself with them. It wouldn't be bad, If you really just wanted power, you'd probably get it that way, but no, you wanted something more. You desire total control, total self-freedom. But you never considered other people's freedoms? All for yourself? You think your a cut above the rest of us just because you got bestowed with some kind of "Godmodder" title, don't you? You got cocky cause you got some power. Yet here we are, at the end of reality, and you aren't the one standing victorious despite your massive power?

You went ahead and been destroying things
You rebelled against reality. Destroying everything you can see! You think that you can do whatever you want, huh?

Extreme Theft of Many Objects. Especially the Legendary Weapons.
You desired Power. You desired Control. You Desired Legendary Weapons, to further your power. You think such sins would be ignored, huh?

Deaths of countless entities.
You destroyed many many entities in your goal to get power. You understand, as much as everyone seems to think they are, they are just as relevant as the normal non-player-created existences within our world? They are real things. A lot of them have personalities. Gifted by their creators. They are like innocent creations sent against you and your uncreative unthinking mass produced entities, wiped out for the sole purposes of fighting against what have done. Maybe I would forgive you if you had better motives than "Destroy Reality" but um... Next.

Murder of Xerath: Yet Another Betrayal Edition.
So it seems you didn't learn the first time. Because your allies you make are not your friends. You can't rely on them. You are alone, completely and utterly alone in your battle, an its always been that way. Your allies are contracted. Forced. Compelled. When one rebels, its time to dispose of the missing link! But Godmodder, don't you understand? Having actual friends you can rely on would have easily defeated us. But no, you don't have any friends, do you? You can't have friends. Friends are a two-way street, and all you care about is control over everything. If all you care about is controlling your friends, they will meet with an expected response the second they get under your thumb. You are the true definition of a 0 popularity villain. Anyone who likes you is literally objectively misguided and lied to by you personally.

Murder of Morpheus. An absolute power fantasy: Edition.
You control everything. I'm so angry at you for this. (He's back) So this is why you are truly evil. (He's back) And this is why you are going to be put at an end. (He's back) But of course, in the end, (He's Back.) Yet another rejection of your authority. Why the hell did you not see the future coming?

Grand Destruction of Reality^2: Do I even need to talk about this one? Edition.
You destroy reality for your own purposes, in order to create a new reality. You are like a lazy painter, reality is your canvas. You paint your twisted desires all over already, but instead of even trying to change reality, you just want to restart? You, as a part of this reality, want to ascend, and RESET reality, to paint on a new canvas? A lazy painter, that refuses to have even a bit of someone else's work on your painting? That's not right! This isn't a painting! You may have the power to act like it is. But the many lives you've crushed? They were just like you, organisms with complex thoughts, desires, and dreams! You are a crusher of this universe's hopes and dreams! Don't you see? This painting, its not yours! Never been yours! You just have the power to think its yours! That is the power of a Godmodder! To pretend they are the sole creator of a work! To pretend they are the sole painter of a collaborative project!

You refuse anyone's authority! This is why, you destroyed the control of arbiters over reality.
You do your best to destroy anyone else's control over the universe. Decisions made don't matter. You didn't stomp us because you thought our decisions didn't matter. Until they did, and suddenly, you couldn't stomp us out anymore. You think just because you have god-like power, you are invincible, ironically, right after destroying the previous God, with the exact same method. Are you stupid!

You toy with reality. Reality is your plaything to your twisted desires. Life is but a thing to be used for your own methods. All life but you.

But... Something... Different, has happened happened. Life Will Change. Your twisted desires failed to define life. Now we steal your heart.

You see, while you may pretend

It's not a game

I'm not a robot AI challenging you

I'm not a phantom

I'm in your face and

I'm here to see it through

P.S. The Player Thieves of Heart. (Calling Card Sent)

Action 2: 9999999% Security Level? What the hell? How did you even grow that secure of heart? Oh well. Anyfin is Possible. Here we go!

So therefore I proceed to stab the Godmodder in the back. Ironic Anticlimax due to how backstabs are associated with betrayal and Godmodder is literally betrayal incarnate (I mean, seriously: Even the rules of this game tell us the Godmodder is betrayal incarnate.) causes the Godmodder to shriek at the irony of it! I think I'm getting to him! So next I pull out a gun and shoot the Godmodder with it! The Godmodder uses the Reality stone to dispel the bullets! But the gun was fake this whole time and it does nothing! Except reality stone was the wrong stone cause the reality stone only affects reality and not not reality! This causes the Godmodder to be shot!

There. Problem Solved.

Action 3: Something

So therefore I go into the godmodder and do stuff

You see, the Godmodder was actually expecting me to try and steal his heart, so overloaded everything with shadows and all sorts of nonsense.

Solution: Pull 5000 toy nukes out of nowhere (literally). Arm them for a second with a timer. Leave the palace. 5000 nukes go off.

Ashes to ashes, nerd. Just to ensure your dead.

(Note that I reserved the song after the attack just for ensuring song-reading doesn't happen again (not like the song fits at all (Not that the Godmodder understands Japanese) (Not like there is an easy english translation anywhere)))

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The Godmodder, thinking back, realizes: He made a HUGE mistake, after all! He should NEVER have trusted that dirty traitor Xerath! Or Fenix! If he just hadn't done those things, he surely would've won! But, of course, these thoughts are drowned out as you rip Verraad's heart out of his chest, and nuke is to death 5000 times over. The Godmodder's body is sustained only by his rapidly fleeing Godmodding energy. His God/Satan powers? Yeah, he's about to lose control over them.

Unfortunately, the trauma from losing several limbs seems to have severly dented the general's creativity (OOC: Crappy week, tired). But that won't mean I will be doing nothing.

I remember my people. The many citizens of my motherland, the country I served in defense of before the godmodder came. It has been a long time since he first killed me, I doubt many survive as anything more than memories. But here, on this plane, with the Godmodder so exposed, memories alone have power.

I think hard about all I fought to save, all I lost. All around the Godmodder, spirits and ghosts appear of those slain by him directly and indirectly. Furiously, the spectral swarm attacks. Being but images and memories, they are not tough, and the Godmodder can swat them away trivially. But there is a colossal amount of them, and with the Godmodder exposed the great amount of rage and despair the ghosts contain is alone enough to cause him great pain.

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The Shadows, still armed with temporary human bodies (only a few moments left to use them!) land their FINAL ATTACKS on the Godmodder, with every single Shadow getting a chance to poke out his eye, or shatter his kneecaps, or break one of the few remaining unbroken bones!

When every last one has had their fill, they stand back, the Godmodder no longer capable of resisting...

A pretty flower appears. It does nothing.

OC Note: Someone please do something with this, like making it blow up.

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...And there goes the Godmodder's saving throw. Crap.

All actions: I undo one attack, performed by the Godmodder, after the final tribulation. Him being dead, his temporal fixing is lost, so God comes back into existence. Not the Christian God, mind you. That one's a misunderstanding. Actual God.

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While this combo is effective... you lack the power to do something so major. Player Powers are strong, but they are not perfect. This, they cannot do.

We are the Warriors.

(had to snip the posts because some users were having trouble with the quoteblocks making it too hard to scroll through)

Piono stands at the back, waiting. One by one, the others in the chain attack unleash their pieces of the assault upon the Godmodder. Bit by bit, the Godmodder's last-ditch efforts to hold out are reduced to crumbling pieces.


Piono takes the spear from Captain Cat and nods to him, ushering him back as the lightning storm falters just in time for a storm of bullets to erupt from FlamingFlapjack's corner of the field, showering the Godmodder in lead.



Finishing his onslaught, Flapjacks comes back and hands the mother of all bullets, the mighty Retcon Shell, to Piono. Piono takes it and files it away, still watching the field as Karpinsky readies his own barrage.



And with Karp's assault concluded, and the Soul Orb Magnum handed to Piono, the next assailant in the chain launches forwards, Crusher thundering down upon the Godmodder's mind with cataclysmic psionic force.



Taking the psychic amplifier from Crusher, Piono salutes him and turns back to watch as Ender_smirk reveals the true extent of his immense powers revealed during the duel the two of them had a while back.



And as the sunfire fades and Paradox initiates CUTSCENE MODE, Piono files away the crystalline structure handed by him. Piono is rocking back on his feet, he seems ready to do his part but he knows that the others all need to get their say.



Paradox unleashes a storm of fandoms so ferocious that it gives even Piono pause, and as he hands off the great music ball to Piono, Piono feels more and more sure that the combo will work. The Godmodder doesn't stand a chance.



Piono is quite surprised when Francia comes screaming in from another dimension, followed by a horde of immensely angry fictional characters but in the end it serves the purpose of the chain attack perfectly well. He accepts the purple spice with mild confusion, but continues watching the battle as it unfurls with Dragon of Hope unleashing their barrage of strikes with Excalibur.



Dragon of Hope finishes their strikes, and Piono readies Avalon (prepared several rounds ago) in preparation for his own attack while Leah unleashes her unexpounded backstory upon Verraad in weaponized form.



Leah gives Piono the reigns of the remnant of the kingdom of darkness and finally having something to do, he jumps about between the people and soldiers, giving them orders and setting them to specific tasks in preparation for the final moment, barely even pausing to look as The Quiet Watcher does… nothing.



Still busy with the preparation for his final piece in the assault, he gives a quick thank you to Quiet Watcher when they tag out to allow Goldhero and their friends to charge in guns ablaze.



And as Goldhero finishes and steps back, handing the Powerful Callback Greatsword of Hope to Piono, Alastair Dragovich, the hero of Tribulation 4, launches in with his own bizarre mixture of abstraction and friendship to annihilate the last of the Godmodder's defenses.



Alastair falls, his piece in the chain marking the final expenditure of both his power and life. Piono stops and salutes his comrade in arms, and the hero of Tribulation 4. There will be time to mourn later, but honoring his sacrifice should still be done. Not much time can be spared however, as Torix is stepping up and Piono only has a little time to prepare.



Torix, in a little meeting, grants Piono narrative control powers. Piono quickly warps back to the place where the assault on the Godmodder is taking place, but a smile has crept across his face. It's almost time.



Piono blinks, and nods slowly. He knows what Twin means on some level, but he isn't sure how he knows or what it is he knows. But he still knows it, somehow. But that's not the important part. The important part is that it's time. Piono turns towards the Godmodder, it's time to finish this.


Here Til' It's Over
Piono walks towards Verraad, inexorably. Verraad knows what's coming, whether he's accepted it yet or not.

"Verraad. Or, John Smith as you used to be. You are a cruel, petty, worthless excuse for a human being. And this? This is where your story ends. This was always how it was going to end, no matter how much you postured and thought of yourself as some great master strategist, you were ALWAYS one step behind us. Every step of the way the only thing that pushed you forward was cheap tricks and fortune falling in your favor.

Right at the start, when EternalStruggle hit you with your own Yorehammer theft. You zombified him and he STILL beat you over the head to shave a hitpoint or two off your bar. We destroyed the Unsealed Charmzard in one centralized assault, we shattered your precious Soulrazer into a billion tiny pieces and then when you tried to pull the Deleter as your trump card, even with all odds against us through your finagling we STILL wrecked the thing and rollbacked reality in our favor.

When you gave us no out and killed us in the Bank of Actions we made you pay for every inch you took in blood and tears. We tore down your empire from a singular location even as you tore into us and cut us down, only for us to come back from your pathetic soul prison stronger than ever. You survived Alastair's shot during Tribulation 4. You did it just barely, but again you only did it with cheap tricks. Now that your tricks have run out… where has that left you?

Where do you stand against an army of people who know how to work together. Who can match you trick for trick and know how to knock down every single stupid underhanded sleight you can pull. Where do you stand against true determination and creativity, against resolve and actual, REAL power? You don't. You fall, and we rise. We'll be here until it's over, and you? The next stage direction is >Verraad: Exit Stage Death."

Piono launches up into the air and a whirlpool of Player energy swirls around him.
"And most importantly, I'm not alone. I kind of wish I could use my elemental powers to do this, but I think it's only right to finish you off the way we took you down. With the power of friends and relying on each other. Get ready for the final piece of the greatest combo in the history of anything."
Piono looks back at the crowd of Players, both those who contributed to the chain attack and those who didn't.
"In the words of at least one great man. HEY Y'ALL WATCH THIS!"


Final Fall:
Piono floats in the air, and four massive balls of energy spiral around him, pulsing wildly with immense majesty. One of them crackles with green lightning and fire, a singular piece of the mighty Green Sun. One of them drips with awful crimson, a fragment of the Red Moon of Scott but its a girl's legendary final attaack. One of them thuds and pulses rhythmically as it releases ear-shattering music except good. The last of them holds the last remaining vestiges of Alastair's power, vast as that might still be.

First, Piono lifts up Alastair's ball of power over his head. He clenches his fists together and the ball condenses inwards, collapsing in on itself until it is a singular point. A singularity of pure light and energy. Not quite the mythical energy black hole known as a kugelblitz, but powerful in its own right with the searing light it outputs.

Piono strains, and the portions of the Green Sun and Red Moon given to him by Twinbuilder float down into the pulsating point of energy. They twist around the burning singularity and shreds themselves as the energy is sucked out and off into a pair of rings of glowing green and red POWER swirling around the event horizon in a dance of emerald/crimson fire.

Piono strains once more and the music ball floats down to the singularity, and with a slight pop, it merges smoothly, seamlessly. Choruses of electric guitars, dramatic choirs and massive pipe organs echo from the single point of energy as every final-moment appropriate song in reality plays, remixed into a grand final theme for the Godmodder's final encore.


Piono, sweating from the strain, launches the ball of power straight upwards, away from the fight.


Now we find out what he was busy doing while the chain attack was going on. While his player powers could've possibly helped him do it on his own, he wasn't alone. While the others pressed the assault the boon from Leah, the last remnants of the Kingdom of Darkness, formed from the ether by the Godmodder purely to be the tortured plaything of the king of the Sealed Throne, now they would perform one last miracle. Using the psychic amplifier from Crusher's portion of the chain, they had all gathered together, and assembled a grand contraption.

At the heart of this grand machine was the energy projector attachment, latched onto a grand engine of pure power and psionic amplification. The energy projector attachment reaches up as the great ball of light that Piono threw into the air comes back down, and projects a field of stasis energy, latching onto the massively condensed swirl and pulling it in.

The people of the kingdom no longer shrouded in darkness strain with all their might, pulling the screaming, swirling ball of energy ever closer. One by one they are forced to disconnect, pulling out of the apparatus before it can kill or permanently harm them. But they've done enough.

The energy projector attachment screams with the strain, crackling and pulsing with power, shattering mere seconds after the deed is done. But the energy has been placed. The Red Spear of Lightning from Captain.Cat's action has been imbued with new life. The spear is a spear of lightning no more.

THE SPEAR OF RED DEATH stands in its place.

Piono grabs the summoning crystal that ender handed off to him and shatters it against the spear, the entire thing clattering into pieces on the ground as crystalline sunfire of a grand intensity beyond anything ever seen before in the war swirls into the shape of a massive dragon. Piono grins, grabs THE SPEAR OF RED DEATH and hops aboard the dragon.

The Godmodder, far below, is wondering when the cutscene will end when a beam of pure DEATH slams into him, knocking him back a suitably large distance and causing him to roll right into the incoming blaze of crystal fire. Verraad shrieks as the flame consumes the last vestiges of his defenses. Piono leaps off the top of the dragon and slams down from the heavens, impaling the Godmodder fully upon the tip of the spear. Piono whirls him around, leaping into the air as crackling death energy pours down the length of the spear into Verraad, blasting him over and over again and keeping him stunlocked so he can't do anything to prevent the incoming attacks.

Piono spins around so fast as he rises in the air that the air around him whips into a whirlwind, the air battering Verraad until Piono whips towards the ground, slamming Verraad into it with a sickening crunch. John Smith feels his ribs snap. They don't patch up this time.

The Godmodder pulls up the last of his power, and stands up, trying to grip the spear only for piono to surge forwards and slam into him with Avalon. The power of the great shield which Dragon of Hope handed to him blasting a pulse of energy that launches The Godmodder away.

The Godmodder isn't impressed, and without time to speak launches all his power. Railguns that fire railguns that fire nukes. Entire planes of existence conjured into being and thrown at Piono and his dragon. Piono simply holds up Avalon and a gleaming dome of gold ripples into existence around him. Every single attack shatters against the bulwark, breaking into too many pieces to be a threat. The Godmodder screams and hurls more and more after Piono, only for THE SPEAR OF RED DEATH to scream through the attacks, punching through them conceptually at base and shattering them as thoroughly as Avalon's defensive power did. The Godmodder has no time to react before the spear runs him through, pinning him against thin air. The dragon of crystal fire spins up into the air, circling around almost in the shape of a grand ouroboros of multicolored fire

And then it implodes, a central point of light that Piono leaps up and bats right at the Godmodder. Even with all of his nearly unlimited power, the Godmodder feels the flesh searing from his bones. He's melting away in the great searing, purifying light.

While the ball of great fire consumes the Godmodder, Piono looks at a certain something in his palm. A small vial filled with a purple spice.
"Well, here goes something."
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
*what follows is an intense match of tennis for control over the fate of the universe and the Dungeon Master powers. It's not relevant here, because Piono wins 3-0. I simply thought it would be a fun note.*


On Verraad: An Intermission

"Once upon a time, there was a man named John Smith."

The Godmodder looks up. He's in a blank space.

"He was the lamest man alive."

A dunce cap appears on his head, along with some broken fake glasses and crocs with socks on his feet. There would be more but I can't be bothered.

"John was so lame that even after he gained unlimited cosmic power through cheap tricks and unreasonable amounts of luck."

The Godmodder tries to find an exit, but he can't. It's almost like his powers are gone. He feels very unlucky, as if he's rolled five hundred 1s in a row. He tries to move forward and promptly trips on the shoelaces of the shoes he left at home. He faceplants hard enough to destroy a small country, unfortunately there aren't an small countries around so he just destroys his own face.

"He used that unlimited cosmic power to take out his anger at his own lameness on everyone else."

John attempts to stand up, but he can't. The weight of his sins is too heavy on his back. They crawl all over it. Like a bunch of spiders. Eugh, glad you're not John Smith huh?

"Then, when a group of people who actually knew what they were doing finally came along, he managed to kill them through sheer BS. Twice in fact, he did it twice."

The audience boos. Everyone hates John Smith, the lamest man in existence. Killing the heroes of the story based purely on fiat and luck.

"But now, the tables have turned, and he still can't accept the simple truth."

John Smith attempts to push himself up. His arms go through the floor and get stuck instead. He tries kicking off the ground but his foot snaps off instead. He tries to use his tongue aerobic excercise to push himself up. His tongue shatters instead. Too many nat fails are bad for your diet kids.

"John Smith, you are the worst SOB to ever disgrace our reality and no one is going to mourn your passing."

John Smith promptly fails his breathing, heart pulse, and being alive checks all at once. Causing every organ in his body to implode. We already did this one with Alice, but we're doing it again because John Smith is JUST THAT BAD. In fact, so bad that all of his organs EXPLODE too, causing a massive explosion that sends the last remaining pieces of John Smith (so basically his kidney stones) flying out of the mini dimension I trapped him in with my narrating powers, and ripping straight through the fabric of reality to rip a hole out of the shadowy dimension our final battle took place in, depositing him (and the rest of us) back out in the Hexagonafield.


Bookends:


"It's time to end this."
I pull up the Soul Orb Magnum as handed to me by Karpinsky. I take out two pieces of ammo. A special MTT BRAND SUBSTITUTE SOUL ORB and the mighty Retcon Shell. Two of the most dangerous pieces of ammo ever created. I combine them together. I don't have to describe how, my natural 20 roll assures me of that.
I raise it as John Smith slowly picks himself up off the ground and fire.

Bang.

The sound is surprisingly quiet, but it can be felt for miles. The sheer weight of what is being done and undone in this singular moment ripples outwards. Everyone feels it. Everyone feels it down to their very souls. John Smith goes flying, his essence already disintegrating before everyone's eyes that are able to track his motion.

I pull out one final piece of weaponry, and leap after him. The Callback Greatsword of Hope shall be the final instrument of his destruction.

Far away, in a distant corner of the Hexagonafield plagued by magma flows, rivers, mountains, and various other geological anomalies, there lies a puddle. It is an unassuming puddle, only notable in that once, a very long time ago, the first entrant into the final round of combat with Verraad landed facedown in it as their entry to the Soul Orb.
The puddle that captain.cat landed in is, against all odds, still there. In one piece (as much as a puddle can be one piece) despite the utter devastation the entire realm has undergone.

Far above it, the Godmodder sails. Disintegrating faster and faster until finally, Piono appears just ahead of him.
"Game Over Verraad. I told you before, and I'll tell you one last time.
You're a punk, and this is where your story ends."
The callback greatsword slams into the disintegrating remnants of Verraad's chest, and he and Piono spiral downwards at an alarming speed, all horizontal movement canceled exactly, precisely above the puddle.

The Callback Greatsword is expended in the greatest callback of the entire war, the puddle that was the first thing the first player ever saw is the last thing the godmodder ever sees as he's rammed into the puddle at Mach 10 and the last vestiges of his form are obliterated on impact.

Click to shrink...

As you tear a hole through the Planes, the Players follow you through as you deliver the final blow! Everything comes together, all of it, into that final hit! FINALE COMBO COMPLETE!

The Godmodder falls.

There is no sound. No nothing. He doesn't take a breath.

Each atom of his body is flowing with pain. The pain that can only be felt by the most powerful Godmodder in history being destroyed by the most powerful combo attack in history.

He attempts to say something. To let loose some grand speech. But nothing comes to him.

As he approaches the puddle, his eyes reveal his thoughts in full:

"OH SHIT"

He hits the puddle, dissolving immediately into Verraad-shaped ash!



25 DAMAGE TO THE GODMODDER!

GODMODDER DEFEATED!


And so Reality was freed.

----------------

 

[Moniker]

OOC: Tomorrow, the update containing some of the ending will drop. You will have one last chance to interact with the world and the characters. After that, the next update will be the end of the game.

Thanks for coming all this way with me! And for working so hard to make the most epic finisher in ANY DTG game thus far!

 

[Karpinskaya]

REJOICE! VERRAAD IS NO MORE!



this music starts playing in the background as a new day dawns
a day without Godmodders
a day without fear
a day without betrayal
a day of peace
a day of friendship
a day that's really truly free

 

[WHM Sukamia]

(WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'm so glad I was a part of this, and that I met all of you! And thanks Moniker for making this!)

Now that we have freed reality, I wonder what happens next?

 

[pionoplayer]

Piono wipes his brow as he stands upright.
"...Was that?"
Piono turns around to see a familiar figure flying down to him on her rocket powered jet boots, the last of their player-powered energy lowering her to the ground.
"Hey there Sophie. We did it."
She stares at him, a bit of dazed unbelief in her eyes.
"...we won."
"We won."


OOC:
VICTORYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Thank you Moniker for making this game! It was a blast.

 

[GoldHero101]

Yay! We won! "It's... finally over." Heck yeah Gold, we did it! "YEAAAAAAAH!" What now? "Back to New Worlds I guess?" Seems about right.

 

[Captain.Cat]

After a few moments of silence I fall to my knees. "Bloody hell, We really did it!" I then stand up and do a merry little jig.

OOC: Thanks for having me. I will remember this game for a very long time. Thank you Moniker for running this game!

 

[Krill13]

Meanwhile, Eyowe just stands there in his own widdle corner. All he did in the very momentous occasion that is "last turn" is watch the fireworks that is the Godmodder getting wrecked left and right, that Blep thing kinda just happening on its own.

But he's not gonna let Bystander's Regret get to him now. "Now" calls for celebration. And celebrate he will do, as he pours himself a celebratory shot. It's...positively enormous. Yeah he's gonna get ultra heckin' drunk on that thing.

 

[gutza1]

Unfortunately, I never got the chance to participate in this game, but I'll have to congradulate you guys all the same. Without you all, DTG would have never survived past the dark days of 2017. It was this game that helped inspire me to make my own "reboot" of the old DTG setting, Destroy the Godmodder: MSPAradox, and I thank Moniker for all of his mechanical innovations that I've incorporated into my game.

 

[Cephalos Jr.]

I play music: Axwell /\ Ingrosso - Something New (Robin Schulz Remix.) I laugh. I cry. I go haggle over a product in the market.
The Godmodder is dead. I wish I had contributed, but now's the time for celebration. I do the latter. I present the awe-inspiring mundanity of everyday life.

 

[EternalStruggle]

"Well then." ES turned to look up at the sky. "To fallen comrades." He gave a thumbs up upwards. In a more cartoony world, faint images of the fallen would appear in the sky.

Then, he frowned, as he continued looking at the sky. "Oh yeah, all this crap." The sky was a bright mess of planes, stars, and planets. "Yeah we'll need to clean that up, fast. The Hexagonafield could collapse any second now. And it just ain't right keeping it all here."

He hummed as Amelia stuck out her tongue, framing various planets. "Picture this, sir: we use the last vestiges of our power to gate the planes together, so we are not too restricted in movement after our energies are spent."

"Great idea actually." He nodded in thought. "Not all of us come from Earth Prime, so if we want to go home but stay in touch, that might be necessary. Especially so I can get my sweet ad revenue." He began playing back the footage his high-tech setup had obtained, grinning madly. "Oh yeah that's the stuff. Dare I say it, this will look good online. Wouldn't want the masses to miss out on how awesome we were."

"We didn't participate in the attack, though." Amelia pointed out, gesturing to their distinct lack in the footage.

"True, but I've had my moments in the past, I'm satisfied. And don't tell anyone back home, but I actually like money. So I got something out of it."

A momentary pause as ES adjusted his jacket and sunglasses. "Funny thing, the world's a lot more our own now. Every higher power but us is dead, and we'll lose our abilities soon enough. Maybe something will come back from the dead to rule, yet I can't help but wonder if it's better this way."

He swept his arm low, then around, indicating their surroundings. "Satan was Satan, the Arbiters had a civil war, God was well intentioned but his actions had consequences, the Corporation were a hypercapitalistic blight on reality, I don't think anyone cares either way about the death of EvacuCorp, and the Godmodder goes without saying. I don't know, maybe the Architects had a point. Maybe society's better off with no gods and no masters. Maybe all we should rely on is each other."

He began walking forward to the other players. The Combo Lords, Xerath, Cybil, the living Earthers, even Alice. Amelia coughed, reminding him of something.

"Oh yeah, I never actually said who I was."

He extended his hand for the group to metaphorically or literally shake. "I go by ES here, but the name's Richard. Pleasure to meet you in these peaceful times."

 

[Paradoxdragonpaci]

"We won"

Let's celebrate our victory

I prepare a finale Dance Mix to have a rave party to... while also talking to some of the other Players

I shake Richard's Hand

 

[General_Urist]

OOC: VICTORY SCREECH!

In character, however, things are more somber.

Phew, we won...

With Verraad dead, much of the General's remaining strength leaves him. Regular strength, of course, for the long struggle has exhausted him physically and mentally and with Verrad dead the adrenaline is starting to wear off. But the player power, too. DAMN THOSE COWARDS! There is still enough left for him to patch up the severe physical wounds, but it is fading quickly. Any dream of him using it to repair his home country is just that, a dream. Courtesy of the cowards that thought the prolonged existence of power guaranteed the victory of tyrants. His some country.... The General wonders aimlessly for a while, before coming up on a small-ish craft. what type it is, who knows? Once the General has confirmed it is in a state to fly among the planes, he cares not for details. He climbs aboard, using the last remnants of his powers to hotwire it, and takes off.

He flies, nervously, in the direction of his home. Perhaps there will be something recognizable there, a chance to still live with those of his people he did not fail to protect. Or perhaps Verraad destroyed it all. What then? Perhaps he will try to return to the LIVE Space Station, the one other true companionship he has had. Perhaps he will wonder aimlessly, until something else emerges.

But for now, it seems the story of General Řehoř Urist is over.

 

[JOEbobobob]

[1x] I toss another hyper-player action into my second body, significantly empowering it with the player powers I have so it can serve me long term if powers run out.
[1x] I also rearrange a bunch of evucorp lava into valuable nanomachine harvesters and builders controlled by a central hyperbrain which, being on another plane of existence, is completely non-central spacially.
[1x] Lastly I make a really big invisible energy-funnel to grab all the bits of player power that are left as byproducts when players do things so that if our powers disperse I can try and grab them again. Since I wouldn't have player powers at that point, my capabilities involving Rational Debate will be able to truly shine.

 

[Crusher48]

Remind me not to go dimension-hopping after Godmodders again. I'll probably ignore it, but seriously, this was a tough fight.

 

[Bill Nye]

Hah...... hah...... we did it.....
yes we did....

Before Shadrix can react, he suddenly feels... a whole lot better. He starts glowing and floating. his eyes glow very golden with the hint of rainbow as lots and lots of power is going into him.

SHADRIX'S GOD FORM RETURNED. SHADRIX IS NOW AT FULL POWER.

He floats back down and smiles.

HECK YES! MY POWERS ARE BACK! HAHAHA!

While Shadrix is celebrating, Kirby looks over at the smilling Bill which quickly turns into pain. He starts wobbling.

Sir...?
Yes Kirby?
Look at Bill....

Bill then falls to the floor. Shadrix goes and lifts him up. He can see the light flickering from his eyes.

Shadrix..... we won.... I completed my mission...

Yes you did. I am very proud of you

ALL A.I's EXCEPT D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.A.T.I.O.N ARE SHUT DOWN.

Well... guess this is the end of me...

.......We couldn't have defeated the godmodder without your help. Thank you for saving all of reality.

hey.... shadrix....?

CORE SHUT DOWN IN 20 SECONDS....

Yes?

Thank you for creating me.... and for giving me a purpose in life...

...........I want to-to thank you too....

.......you are very welcome...

CORE SHUT DOWN IN 15 SECONDS

.........

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small folded picture. Bill opens it up and it shows the picture of his "family". The picture has been worn due to time.

...............heh.....

CORE SHUT DOWN IN 10 SECONDS...

It's funny.... I never had a real family. It was made to protect my identity....

............I just wish....

CORE SHUTDOWN IN 5 SECONDS...

.......That I had a real familllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.....

D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.A.T.I.O.N A.I HAS SHUT DOWN.

CORE SHUTTING DOWN...

Bill goes limp. he drops the photo and it falls on the floor. Bill's eye's drain of its color. His life has ended.

BILL NYE HAS DIED.

...........

Shadrix looks around at the celebrating players. and smiles. He looks at Kirby and nods. Kirby nods back and calls for the ship. The ship that was in orbit flies down to the battlefield. Shadrix carries Bill Nye into the ship and on the medical bed. Kirby picks up the photo and follows behind and goes to the cockpit. Shadrix activates the medical bed and many mechanical arms go and open up his head. Inside is a mechanical brain with 7 Slots. In the middle of the brain is a hole where a plug-in can be inserted. Shadrix summons a little wire and sticks it into his brain.

BILL_NYE's CONSCIOUS BACKING UP.................
10%
30%
60%
99%

100%
BILL_NYE SUCCESSFULLY BACKED UP INTO COMPUTER'S DATABASE.
REMOVING ALL EXTERNAL A.I'S..............

Many tiny claws go and take out each A.I one at a time and put them back into their own jars. Shadix takes the body and puts it in storage in a nice display. Shadrix walks back to the cockpit.

Alright Kirby, lets get out of here.

The ship's engines roar as it launches into the sky. While its going up high, it launches a bunch of fireworks that are very impressive looking. The ship finally makes it to space and is in orbit.

Sir? Are we gonna break the news to Monika?

Nah... We will tell her once we get out of here. For now, let's watch the ending, shall we?

I am gonna get the popcorn!

Make sure there is Butter!

I will!

OOC: This has been a very great adventure that I am glad to be a part of. I just wish I could have gone in sooner. Now all that is left is the ending. I am very glad to be here with all of you. This has been an amazing experience that I wouldn't wanna trade with anything else in the world. Thanks for having me here and I wish everyone a great day!

 

[Gnich]

..... I feel sad. I came in at the last moment, and couldn't really do much against that guy.
"welp, been nice knowing you all, however short it was. In case another bastard like him comes on, i'll be there. I wish you all the best."

I walk around aimlessly, just being waiting around mainly, for the End to come.

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

I am not gone.

I am but my soul, now without a body, but I am not gone.

Not gone to oblivion. Or Reincarnation. Or maybe an afterlife that no one thought to look for.

I think. We never did find out who the last god/s are/were. I hope that doesn't come back to bite us.

I feel the presence of Strider626 and Ranger_Strider_ I thank them for the help and support.

Then... I reach out. I feel everyone.

Cheering. Shouting. Celebrating.

We did it.

As I hover in the cauldron of Its_a_cauldron_plot! I wonder what will come next. I wonder what will come of me. Will I be released? Will I be given a new body? What about flat out resurrection?

I wonder what would happen to John Smith's soul. Would it be obliterated? Reincarnated? Will he have a choice? Will we have a choice?

...I wonder why, after everything...

Why am I still here?

As I think, now unobstructed by the limits of my physical body, I remember.

I remember everything.

What will I do now?

What COULD I do now?

Everyone was gone. Both groups I allied with.

There was no bringing them back. So what...

I felt a tug. A tug on the being that I was.

To all these people around me. To the people whose stories are ending. To the people whose stories are given an unsatisfactorily concluded. To the people with a bright future. To the people who will just settle down.

To D.I.G.I.

...I remember a few words.

'Let your heart be your guiding key.'

Nonsense outside of its setting, but what it means to me... is to do what I feel is right.

I think... if I am to remain a while longer... I'll journey with my daughter for a while. And from there, when we need to part ways, I'll revisit everyone and do the only thing I feel is right to do.

Help the people I can.

Help... with only my heart and the masterless wind to guide me.

And so, as I await what comes next... I bask in the warm light of the hearts of my allies.

 

[Winkins]

I wake up once again from paperwork involved injury... only to find that I missed out in participating in the COMBO ATTACK to end all combo attacks. The end of the conflict that was a Godmodder war, only to be defeated by something as paperwork...

Even as we celebrate the victory of the Godmodder losing here and now... I can't but feel regret.

Grasping onto the paperwork that had delayed me long enough, I slowly walk over to submit it and spend the rest of the time just contemplating what I could have done and my entities' thoughts about it all...

 

[Its_a_cauldron_plot!]

OOC: Tomorrow, the update containing some of the ending will drop. You will have one last chance to interact with the world and the characters. After that, the next update will be the end of the game.

Thanks for coming all this way with me! And for working so hard to make the most epic finisher in ANY DTG game thus far!

Click to shrink...

Yeah! No problem man. Sayyyyyy, can we expect another one of these? This has been really fun, the few posts I've been in.

Now, as for what I am actually doing. I smile as I use my powers to create a small house with a tiny house garden out front. A dog appears and comes over, jumping onto my leg and wagging its tail. I am glad this over. Yet i somehow wish, that maybe we can do this again.

 

[Exoskeletal65]

We are the chosen ones, we sacrifice our blood
We kill for honor
We are the holy ones, our armor stained with blood
We killed the dragon

I look down at the pile of ashes that was once Verraad, and grind it beneath my boot.

"Good riddance."

I turn to my comrades and crack a smile. We've done it. After all this strife, all this pain and suffering, we've finally done it.

In glory we return, our destination's end
We slayed the dragon
No more living in fear, it's time to raise our king
We made it happen
We're the chosen ones!

My smile fades as I remember the sacrifices that had to be made. I remember the ones who died so that we could live. I bow my head in silent respect.

Riding through thunder and lightning one again
We slayed the beast, we brought an end
Now we have left the kingdom of the damned
Heroes of the day, legends forever

I remember Ranger_Strider_, who gave his life so that we could keep fighting. Without him, we never would've survived.

"This is for you, Ranger. We won't forget you."

As a sort of 21 gun salute, I toss a fan of flaming knives into the air, pull out my golden gun, and blast them out of the air. Each knife explodes in a brilliant display of sparks and fireworks.

It seems to me like a journey without end
So many years, too many battles
We've finally arrived, now we're standing at the gates
Heroes of the day, legends forever

I remember Strider626, who sacrificed himself to create the bullet that stunned Verraad long enough for us to turn the tide. If it weren't for him, Verraad would've been unstoppable.

"This is for you, Strider. You were a hero to us all."

I twirl an arc staff in my fingers for a moment, surrounding myself with bright currents of electricity. I conclude my flourish by slamming my staff into the ground, sending small lightning bolts in all directions.

In glory we return, our destination's end
We slayed the dragon
No more living in fear, it's time to raise our king
We made it happen
We're the chosen ones!

I remember Alastair Dragovich, who channeled the last of his power into a devastating blow to Verraad. He did so much for us throughout this godforsaken war.

"This is for you, Alastair. It was a pleasure to work with you."

I launch a shadowshot straight into the air, draw a pair of spectral blades, and catapult myself into the air. I sink both blades into the shadowshot, and all three detonate in a blaze of void energy.

(guitar solo)

Finally, I remember TwinBuilder, whose final act was an awe-inspiring attack that will live in fame for years to come. He was perhaps the greatest of us all.

"This is for you, Twin. Thank you, for everything."

I toss my arc staff into the air, blasting it with another shadowshot. Arc and void energy blend together, and I cap things off with a golden gun shot. The result is a beautiful multicolored blast of Light.

"You did not die in vain."

We're the chosen ones.

OOC: Thanks for the game, Moniker! This was a great experience. I just wish I had joined sooner.