Defeat The Godmodder

[CaptainNZZZ]

"Well, I guess that's one ancient goal I've met. Not killing the Godmodder but another, more precious one." I sigh. "Actually, two now that I think about it. I remained a Filthy Neutral to the last moments. Ain't that right, Ranger_Strider_...oh, wait. I really have to wonder how I of all Players lasted this long. Reality works in truly mysterious ways."

Hugging the Ore of Orichalcum to my chest I chuckle.

"Shame you never got used in any of your capacities. No Player Lock, no Power infusion, no minor Power boost. Perhaps you'll achieve fame once I affix you to a metal bat."

Pacing back and forth I continue rambling.

"Yeah...add a suitable coat of alcohol and apply a spark with shards from," my voice momentarily breaks, "from the Mysterious Tower and the Techmarines. A feasible feat even without Player Powers. Something to do later, maybe as a gift for the Temporal Guardian. Rotaz would just be pissed at 'a horrendous waste' after all."

Breathing deeply I pull out another bottle of that Peacekeeper alcohol and begin constructing a handcrafted table along with a pair of chairs out of nearby wood and Papier-mâché.

"And before anyone asks, I will share in small portions as even my immense hoard will run out eventually." I declare. "Neutral and Alignment System priority. With the Godmodder finished, it only seems fair to invite the Alignment System to whatever festivities commence. I do believe the number was 555-555-5555..."

OOC: Oh course, the real hero is Moniker. What a thoroughly enjoyable ride you allowed me to take part in, a shockingly massive task that you took upon yourself for the sake of us Players. From pleasure to pain, yet also sorrow to happiness, Defeat the Godmodder was an wonderful experience and all I can really say is 'thank you.'

 

[Redrover1760]

I get in touch with long forgotten past-self and fix up a bunch of temporal loops I had running. Or Void<>Time? Or a lot of things I left laying around.

And I decide to go back, pocket universe various different things left behind by my efforts, plot threads, tvtropes buses, the sort of thing. Like the Super Absol (Absol is my favorite pokemon, so its not surprising I acted in that way) we made leave and convinced to stop fighting and put it in a pocket-harddrive. For reasons. Also I say hi to Morpheus and apologize to Morpheus for giving up, locating him with another invisible past-temporal ghost observation. The game of players and godmodders gets quite tough, its not surprising someone would break. In fact, it should be expected someone in a high-stress environment of warfare would break, when justice, emotions, and logic contradict in a person. Yet another method used by the Godmodder. Good news though, What Godmodder? I think the most pressing question now outside of what happens to...

Whatever is left of reality? The Godmodder really did a number on reality. Sure that nifty robot thing I saw might help but come on. I don't even think with dedicated player support for years at our current power level we'd be able to fix this, let alone deal with the pressing morality questions of trying to do so, and how to do so. There are simply too much, through I might be wrong. Not to mention the whole "Oh shoot we got literally nothing and we are going to run out of power soon." Assuming if Sbrub doesn't become a thing and do it for us, or a sbrub-like, or simply a universe resetter thingy.

It shows truly, that no one ever expected a Godmodder to get to this level of destruction or accomplishment. No one had plans to deal with this. People and gods and arbiters just thought "Oh, lets just have players and godmodders battle it out. Problem solved." Without really thinking of the future consequences or scary potential. A dedicated operation performed by multiple powerful parties probably could of burned out any and all traces of the Godmodder line before this ever got in hand: Instead they talked about non-interference and what-not.

There is no hard solution to this: Player powers are truly quite limited in this regard, for all their power in the moment, powerful long term actions using big giant entities tend to get outpowered by a Godmodder quite easily (through, truly, I would not be surprised if the Godmodder ended up meeting their defeat by the Deleter if that timeline went on and the Deleter ravenously hunted the Godmodder down instead of randomly focusing on random things. But so would everything else sooo...)

However, there is a "It just works" solution to this sort of thing. A Voidship, a type of vessel capable of traveling the void inbetween worlds? Or not. Staffed by a limited construction robots whose sole purpose is to break into the void and grow enough to do so and to maintain the ship and apply upgrades if needed, equipped with Peacekeeper anti-godmodder mind control tech and equipped with the most valuable things out there: My stuff and entities I gathered and a detailed log of the events surrounding the Godmodder and about the Godmodder's and reality. In addition, I add some pretty good sensors capable of detecting changes to the fabric of reality, which activates a time-lock to prevent an attempted reality reset the ship while the sensors continue to detect an attempt to conceptually destroy or reset the ship. This isn't the best way to deal with something like this, but its cheap, at least. I create ftl comms that I can get in touch with the Voidship in case I need to. Its programmed to fly towards universes that experience changes in the fabric of reality constantly, and its powered by...

I really can't think of something to power it. Reality is.... Not in the best state at the moment. How about Krads. I create an anagramimator that converts darks (color) to Krads (Jokium^3) which is a joke. This makes up the elment, Jokium^3 which is the sequel? to Homestuck^2 mixed with a house, a copy of minecraft, and moth memes. Then I just rawconvert player power to start up the engine by putting some into the battery. And I add some solar panels, just in case, because solar panels are the best invention since the wheel. Then I pull together the internetal belief and determination powers of "Big Giant Gun" and Gun attacks are supereffective against enemies that are weak to gun and attach a gun to it. a gigantic monster of a machine gun that fires in space using Jokium^4, made by fusing Jokium^3 with itself, or something. Do I look like a person who knows how math works? Then, I add a witness protection system of the most loyal guards created by the government to guard the witnesses to reality, assuming everything decides to reset again. They are given free will to act and its their job to interpret the sensors and protect the valuable witnesses on board the Voidship.

Then, I summon the greatest of defenses the Voidship could ever have, the "Go to sleep" defense powered by a thousand annoying (and unannoying and awesome!) sidekicks through the most railroading anti-choice power of memetical video game artistry. This projects an immense desire to go to sleep to any hostiles near the Voidship. Even if someone is immune to sleep, like robots, it'll project "You look tired" that makes them irritated, because they aren't tired at all! A perfect way to unhinge your enemy before and during a battle. The "Sleepy Sidekick Club" that powers the defense is located onboard the Voidship in its own area.

Various different entities and allies and friends I have gathered are allowed to leave the device, and a "Digital Storificationinizer" device is created to store and remove entities in and out of the chronostorage of digital space. Speaking of Digital Space, I program an extensive utopia-like playground manipulating coding on a soulualar level, making people within able to manipulate the data. An example of a preloaded game is "Defeat the Godmodder" a game where a bunch of players have to fight against the (Really advanced AI controlled) Godmodder in a soul orb, with lots of plot twists, deaths, and creativity and stuff.

The Most Important purpose of the Digital Setup is to create a data storage assembly of everything that can be broadcasted and spammed everywhere in sight, like a sheriff reading "Here's my will" over and over again in a game about finding the bad guys, repeating it over and over again pointlessly.

So I send it outwards, been alerted by my other self of the future to come? Vagueness is annoying with time travel sometimes. I wonder if it is even the right timeline my future self is talking about. Better safe than sorry.

Maybe it'll get lost and end up nowhere. Who knows. It's a good effort nonetheless I suppose. I name it the Void Absol, after how Absols can sense incoming disaster and were originally mistaken for being the cause of said disasters they predict originally.

 

[Ranger_Strider_]

Yeah...... See you on the other side CaptainNZZZ. You were indeed a Filthy Neutral but you were also a dear comrade. Make sure the Alignment System enjoys the festivities. I've got to move on from here. I'm just a dead man walking; the festivities are for the living.
I walk off into the distance, the image of my body slowing fading away.... and I pass on.

 

[That-Random-Guy]

FOCUS

One thing left: That-Random-Guy creates a tiny, tiny, tiny seed of Infinite Eventual Potential, within a glass jar of appropriate composition.

It will probably power a Pan-Reality post-scarcity civilization . . . after a few decades of That-Random-Guy using it to leverage one of his selves properly out of the background.

This is the Ending.

This is the Beginning.

 

[Franciacorta]

AFTER THE END...

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"Hold on. Should we have some serene game over music playing for this post?"
"Go find it yourself, I'm done being your DJ."
"Still..."

The apprentice Witch of Hope gazes across the Hexagonafield. Or rather, that's what it would appear like in the material world- just reading everyone's last posts is much easier. An odd feeling tugs at... their (God damn it Frisk, didn't I tell you to bring the Pronoun D31?) heartstrings. A feeling of... Completion? Melancholy? It's truly odd. They shouldn't be feeling any of that for something they were never truly a part of.

But eventhough...

"I'm happy for them."

Mikeru, who had at least remembered to bring his name-choosing die, looked at Chara softly, before breaking into a smile as well.

"The old lady is going to be so mad, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, Homura already rubbed that one in our face last post."

Over there, where Verraad had disintegrated, Joseph was carefully transferring his ashes to a glass jar. It's unlikely that they held any of his powers, but they'd at least have his taglock or such. Hopefully enough to placate the senior witch.

Still, something could be desired...

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"They deserve at least that much."


And as one clock or another among the infinity of them struck midnight...

The sky erupted into bright colour with a miniature infinity of fireworks.

Thank you for playing.

 

[Strider626]

This was fun
Glad I could support ya all through all of this
I make candies for everyone
How did I do it as a spirit?!!! MAGIC lol
(Moniker I had a blast playing this
Thanks for making it possible man)

 

[The quiet watcher]

The quiet watcher doesn't join in on all the partying, the cheers, the tears, or the rest of it. Instead, he simply opens a door and steps out, glad to have been helpful in ending a true threat yet not wanting to outstay his welcome or whatever break he had been on all this time. After all, he still had to get back to his work, as much as he would like to postpone it for a little longer. Still, he'd make sure he raises a glass of something for everything that had happened once he's sure things are stable once more, and another for those that died stopping the Godmodder. They had most certainly earned far more, though that was the most he could offer now.

 

[Moniker]

(OOC: Thanks, all of you! I'm really happy that you enjoyed it all. Now, do note, the next "turn" didn't start until now - some of you tried to bug off a bit early! This update is your last major chance to interact with the world of DefTG. You'll have a chance to write an ending for yourself too, don't worry!)

"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."

Click to shrink...

The greatest mystery... will it ever be solved? You check your drivers license, which you've had the whole time. Maybe it reveals that your true true name is "Richard McButtFace". Or maybe it doesn't. Who knows?

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.

Click to shrink...

As you're about to leave, someone puts a hand on your shoulder. Something is happening with the Godmodder's corpse...

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...

Click to shrink...

For your glorious paperwork dedication, Evacucorp has a position for you! Or... well... never mind, actually.

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Above you, you see Cybil and the Shadows floating in the air, the Shadow Agitator in Cybil's hands. But the Shadows are no longer angry. All of them, Cybil included, are fading away.

Cybil: Thank you.

Cybil: With the one holding us dead, we... can go to our proper afterlives.

Cybil can't say much more. His body, along with his fellow Shadows, fades rapidly, dispersing to heaven or hell - mostly heaven. Even in hell, they are still better off than in the Godmodder's prison. Maybe, over the eternity they have left, some shred of their original selves can be regained...

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The other Players, having sensed your and Verraad's re-entrance to the HEXAGONAFIELD, show up.

Jamie: DID YOU WIN!? TELL US NOW!

Altair: Do we need to fight the Godmodder with our last bit of strength!? Did all of you die!?

They arrive, and you point at the puddle. That's Verraad now. Or, no... John Smith. You'll put that name in the history books. He doesn't deserve to be remembered by his COOL name.

Cera: The entities we were fighting at Yorefortress either gave up or disappeared outright a few turns back. Most of what was in the stasis machine is slain, but from here, we can-

Ash: Cera, relax. We've... we've won.

All your eyes are drawn to the puddle, as movement occurs.

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Verraad's ashes, floating in a tiny, pathetic puddle of water, stir.

From them, a little blue wisp rises up, before forming into the shape of... the Godmodder? Is he still alive?

No - this is the Godmodder's soul. Turns out he did have one, after all.

The blue wisp forms into a transparent apparition of Verraad, looking like him, but... less malevolent. Still looks like a jerkweed. This is... John Smith.

His soul stares at you, before realizing what's going on. He looks down at his "body", a pile of ashes floating in some water.

The realization slowly washes over him. As it does... his face assumes an expression of PURE RAGE.

"How... how... how DARE you.

Ever since I was born, my life has been SO HARD. My childhood was BORING - I didn't get kidnapped even once! For my birthday, I got ORDINARY presents! My entire life, I've struggled with boreditis, a fear of being bored (self-diagnosed, thank you!), and I've been discriminated against! I worked very, VERY hard to get where I am!! I trained under a proper Godmodder, I struggled as a Player, I did EVERYTHING I COULD!! And despite it all, despite it all, DESPITE IT ALL, you know what KEPT HAPPENING!?!?!

YOU!! You stupid, moronic, idiotic, unceasing, cockroach-like stupid bad-looking blathering PLAYERS! I worked SOOOOOOOO hard to be a Godmodder, but APPARENTLY no matter how hard you work people will ALWAYS want to take you down! I was trying to live my best life, but no matter what I did, Players KEPT SHOWING UP AND RUINING EVERYTHING, using your stupid, COMPLETE OVERPOWERED abilities granted by MR GOODY TWO SHOES CHRISTIAN GOD MAN (what a jerk!), until I could barely do ANYTHING because YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE!

I KILLED YOU! NOT ONCE, EVEN THOUGH THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN MORE THAN ENOUGH! I KILLED YOU TWICE! TWICE!!!! BUT BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL APPARENTLY SO GREAT AT EVERYTHING, YOU ESCAPED THE PRISON I SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO BE INESCAPABLE (so stupid!) ! I HATE YOU ALL! IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, I FINALLY WOULD'VE ACHIEVED ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS, AND WOULD'VE BEEN ABLE TO NOT BE BORED FOR JUST ONCE IN MY LIFE! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!

SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU -"

While John talks, tears streaming down his face, you think of an appropriate counterargument.

You walk up to John and punch his soul in the face.

GODMODDER SOUL OBLITERATED!

No afterlife for that guy. An eternity of torture would be far too little - much better to remove him from existence entirely.

You scoop up the Godmodder's ashes. Better make sure these get sorted properly. First, you stomp on the ashes, then set on them fire, turning them into ashes of ashes. Then, the ashes of ashes have all their molecules split back into atoms, and the atoms reformed into gold. The gold is then minted into gold coins, and the gold coins are traded in for cash with a local gold investment firm, and then the cash is used to buy essential oils! Now, the Godmodder's body is gone forever!

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Alice: In the end, it was just like we thought. He was a truly pathetic person.

You look behind you to see Alice and Xerath. They must have warped in while John was screeching.

Xerath: You did it. All of Reality is so, so grateful.

Xerath: And... I'm grateful too. You... saved my life.

Xerath: But we can't celebrate yet.

Xerath: We're ready, Players. Alice and us both will use every last drop of power remaining to set it all right.

Alice: We'll put every Plane back in its proper place, and get them out of this stupid field.

You look above you. The planets and stars still hover, held in place just barely. You can barely see the blue hexagons of the "ceiling" through them. The Evacuation Directive finally completed, only to be undone so fast. Here's to hoping there'll never be a legitimate reason why its needed.

Alice: Player or Godmodder powers alone couldn't do it. But... if Players and a Godmodder combine their strength, then... we should have enough.

Altair: I imagine we'll lose everything we have left of our power, too.

Xerath: I imagine so, too. We'll be reduced to normal humans.

You suddenly feel... so exhausted. All the fighting, and your Player powers have been draining the whole time... the adrenaline high of the final fight is wearing off quickly. You don't have long.

There's a brief pause. You feel like something might have happened right about now, but thanks to your choices, it won't. Well. It's probably for the better.

Alice: There is good news! Godmodders are one of the few entities... well, the only remaining ones, really... the only remaining one...

Alice: ...

Xerath: Alice.

Alice: Sorry. Godmodders can create new bodies for souls. Your soul projections... they won't lead to a very long life on Earth.

Alice: I can give all of you new bodies. That includes those who lost even their soul projections - Ranger_Strider, Strider626, and Alastair. All of you can be alive again!

Alice: The alternative is to just let yourself get sorted into heaven/hell once your Player powers go away... I wouldn't do it, but its your choice...

Some of you are quite happy at the prospect of getting a body back. You can live out a nice life on Earth! Perhaps you'll write a book, or give speeches...? The government was offering a generous pension for Players who survived a fight with the Godmodder, maybe you can get that, retire nice and early...

Xerath: I sent out a contact and a teleportation device to the "real-world Players". They should be here any minute, or what's left of them at least. We'll do this together.

Xerath: In the meantime... if there's any last-minute things you need to do...

Jamie: Oh, yes!

Jamie pops out without even saying where she was going.

This is it. Your last chance to do something, or tie up any loose ends while you still have Player Powers. This final sacrifice will expend your remaining power, but leave you alive, and leave all the Planes where they belong - in their own planes! And from there... well, who knows?

Do you have any last-minute things you want to take care of?

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(OOC: Last chance to do stuff! The next post will be the ending.)

 

[Its_a_cauldron_plot!]

I just sit down in my house, bowl of cheesy popcorn next to me, dog in my lap, nudging my hand. Well, this was fun. We should do this again sometime guys." Grins and does a little salute. " Let me know if you guys find another Godmodder, eh?"

And so I stay there, my vegetables growing in the garden outside, rain softly pattering against the roof of my house, a nice fire going inside. It was very peaceful. I had used the last of my power to mke the weather change to whenever I wanted around the house.

And thus ended this chapter.

 

[Karpinskaya]

"Alice, thank you for the offer of a new body. I'll be taking you up on that."

Using my Player Powers, I take the entirety of this story, everything that happened that we saw or experienced, from the moment Captain Cat first splashed into the puddle to right now, and place it into a single volume.

"Someone's got to tell the story of this war, and make sure the memory doesn't die out. After all, there might one day arise a new threat similar to the old. A new Cycle of Godmodders, or a Go An Na, or something more powerful still. But if the peoples of reality can see and remember how we stood and fought and won, they will have hope and fight the new threats, in their own time."

"As for myself? I will see that this book is published, archived, double-archived, time capsuled, and in general do anything I can to preserve its contents for the future and make sure that the world understands what we have given them. And then? Who knows?"

 

[That-Random-Guy]

That-Random-Guy looks at the Miniscule Speck of Infinite Potential he made last turn, and shrugs.

"A new body would be good."

This certainly will save a great deal of trouble arranging a non-backgrounder body. The Speck will become a power source sooner rather than later.

Relevance, power, wealth . . . a good life lies ahead, and in all likelihood it'll be (made) infinitely long.

 

[JOEbobobob]

I refuse to participate in the final sacrifice except through explaining why it should be easier then they seem think and using rational debate, without any actual player actions being invested- and don't bother with anything about bodies, I made myself another one pages and pages ago, remember? a quite versatile one, actually. And I know player powers can make things good enough for remaining within the non-afterlife plains on the basis that Fred, and on the basis that the last stand 'godmodders empire destroying' actions worked, and probably loads of other things.


When the player powers slowly fade away, if they do, I look back at the infinity charmzard energy. obviously it's still there because there's infinity of it, and that seems like a good source of power for the rest of forever. Obviously, I'll only use it indirectly in case the Godmodder left something behind- charmzard energy heating up something and the heat being used as power, maybe. Does it matter? not really. And while losing player powers will make it harder to turn thoughts into reality, I've set up some pretty good basis-es for it. Nanotech in my second body, design specs from all the Stasis Machines members who wanted to help out(before they got turned loose, I mean.) for basically anything, and so on. And the stasis machine is still in operation. Even if I can't duplicate it directly without player powers, it shouldn't be Too hard to figure out how it works and extend it- the existing afterlives are both wrecked and, near as i can tell, not-so-great...
Point is, one of the pillars on which my power to do things was built may be crumbling, but I possess the faculty to create new ones, and that metaphorical Pillar wasn't the most necessary either- just convenient.
also, if I have enough power with my current player powers to just sorta make the anti-joebob agencies stop working (or make them never target me against because Technically, my name has been JObob since the end of Paradox Billiards), without removing the power I planned for the above or the important parts of the actions i posted before the Godmodder Soul "battle", I do so.

 

[Bill Nye]

Well... I reckon that's that....

Shadrix looks back at the battlefield. He then looks back at the Bill Nye blueprints

So... what are you thinking about?

I wonder... if there is some way I can.....

be right back.

Shadrix goes back to the storage area and opens the door. in the corner of the room, is a beaten Bill Nye. Still there. Shadrix takes him to the workshop and starts taking pieces off of him. He takes off enough pieces to show the core. The core is very cold. Shadrix unplugs the core and sets it on another table. Shadrix then breaths a sigh of relief.

I hope I still have this...

He puts his palms out on the core. His Player Power starts to shine through. He builds a new core. A core that is not dependent on Player Power. The core looks sleek and new. He smiles at his new accomplishment. He then places the core inside Bill Nye. Once that happens, his old body starts to reconstruct itself to the core's design. The new body looks like the Iron Man suit Mark 50 if it was all Black and red in some spots.

You are a player?

Shadrix turns to see a surprised Kirby looking dead at him.

Was.... a player. Not anymore.

I was a player in another Universe... I just saved what was left of my player powers after we defeated a different Godmodder. I didn't tell you because I didn't think it mattered. ....heh... to be honest, I was in the same position as Bill here...

.........

Before... if I knew that I can just fix my mistakes by going to the past, I would have done it a long time ago. But now.... these mistakes. My....failures, they will stick with me until the heat death of the universe. But... they are also what makes me strong.

And... it has lead me to build Bill here.... Sure, This universes' Godmodder was a pain, sure. But it wasn't the real reason I built Bill here...

You wanted to test something... didn't you?

I wanted to see if building a younger, robotic version of me can defeat the Godmodder. And my test was a success. Those fake memories... those were my memories.

He gives a sigh.

No time dwelling in the past. Let's see the finale... again.

Shadrix and Kirby both walk back to the cockpit.

So... how many Godmodders have you beaten in this vast Multiverses? I don't remember.

I have fought against many Godmodders in my millions of years of living... and I won against them all. However this one... was different... in a good way, of course.

Maybe someday you will probably face a Godmodder that is too much for you.

Well, when that day comes...

He looks back at the Communications room

.......I won't be alone.

 

[Captain.Cat]

With John Smith gone for good, (Well seemingly anyway) I take a sit as I feel exhaustion start to take hold. "Getting my body back, Returning home and being able to live out my days would be nice. Not quite sure what I'll do but I can probably find something, Thank you Alice." I say before then shifting to my own thoughts. 'Hmm, lazying around in a rural town for a bit might be nice. Or maybe help with any reconstruction efforts for the damaged John caused, Assuming that there is any damage that needs to be fixed.' Shifting my body a little bit and I cross my legs and place my right hand under my chin as I think a little bit more.

'Hmm maybe first see if there is any reconstruction efforts going on, If there is then lend a hand somehow until it's finished or it's near finished. Then find some place to settle down for some time to relax, Maybe find someone to be with, but I find that last bit unlikely. Afterwards... Eh, Maybe try and become a Astronaut, would be neat.' I muse to myself over vague plans for the future as I sit and I feel my legs start to go to sleep on me. But then looking around I notice the absence of a few people and that leaves one last question that now bothers me.

Forcing myself to stand back up and trying not to wobble I look to Cera. "Say Cera, Did Quinn or any of the Peacekeepers survive?" I have a feeling of what the answer is going to be but I hope that some of them lived. But I am already wondering if any of the remaining power I have left could do anything for them if the worst has come to past.

 

[EternalStruggle]

The greatest mystery... will it ever be solved? You check your drivers license, which you've had the whole time. Maybe it reveals that your true true name is "Richard McButtFace". Or maybe it doesn't. Who knows?

Click to shrink...

Well, his situation of birth's a little complicated. Technically he wasn't born to biological parents, but post-revolution still needed a surname. He chose something suitably generic and "citizen of the world" like, as he was but an ordinary man. But Richard Man didn't feel right ("What am I, a Mega Man boss?"), so he went with a synonym, making his full name Richard Person. It just sounded better to him.
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"Rest in the ultimate peace, John. Maybe if you weren't such a noob you could have avoided this fate." Richard mused as he grabbed some essential oils from the shelves of the convenient market.

"Do we... drink these?" Amelia said in confusion.

"Definitely not." He replied. As he went to pay, ES paused before handing over the cash. This cash came from a coin that held the atomic structure of John Smith, a Godmodder. A weighty thing to be connected to such a creature, as he supposed he himself was due to the war. He remembered how he came into the Hexagonafield smirking, working with the enemy for a bit of entertainment. Verraad didn't want to be bored, so technically he fought for the same reason. But what could possess a man to fight for amusement not just temporarily with minor stakes, but in such a large conflict in perpetuity?

Hopefully, he never found out himself.
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"Oh yeah, we're all dead." He said in response to Alice pointing that fact out. "Yeah if you could fix that, that would be ideal personally."

"As for myself," Amelia adopted a stance, crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and focused. "I shall do like I suggested and connect the worlds. We do not all come from the prime Earth." She sucked out some of Richard's power, and prepared to make a network of gently glowing gateways to move between the planes.

"Actually, are you going home?" He asked curiously. "You literally come from the Plane of Zombie Apocalypses. I at least have something worth going back to."

She nodded, completely determined. "I have thought upon it, and I will. With my knowledge, maybe I can break the chains of the cycle, and make it something else. Prevent the many tragedies to come. Maybe I will fail. Either way, I must try."

"Suit yourself. Maybe if your thing works I'll stop by to help." The edgy swordsman smirked and assumed a stance of his own, ready to assist the others in returning the worlds above to their rightful Planes. "Here we go!"

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

I ponder.

Do I want to move on quite yet?

"I..."

....I spent so much time forced into Godmodding Wars. Even if I still go out to do selfless things... It's okay if I'm a little selfish, right?

I decide to pray to an angel for approval. God... I didn't want to think about that right now, but an Angel should know if it's okay. I get the feeling it's yes, but... Either I live for myself for a while, or hopefully I can enter Heaven.

Still... while I still have these Player Powers...

I use them to find out who the remaining minor deity is that Verraad missed. I want to make sure things won't blow up in our faces after all of this. I guess I'll use them for looking up all the information I could handle on it/them/him/her. The last loose end, after all this.

I wonder if I'll be able to do anything about it afterwards? Who knows. But I figure, like everything else...

It's worth a shot, right?

 

[pionoplayer]

Piono and Sophia nod to Alice.
"We'll take the bodies. It'd be sorta dumb to have fought so hard for a happy ending and then pass up the chance to keep it."
Piono stops to think for a moment.
"...Am I going to keep any of my elemental powers? I know that's a weird thing to ask but I was never actually... a real person. I started my life as a player entity and"
Sophia puts a hand on Piono's shoulder.
"Hey, it'll be okay. Whatever happens next we can face it together."
"...yeah. Okay. Thank you Alice, whatever it is you do for us."

 

[Exoskeletal65]

"I'd appreciate the new body," I say.

I take one last look at the battlefield and let out a weary sigh. I slowly sit down on the ground, suddenly feeling the weight of exhaustion bearing down on me. I look down at myself, at my bloodstained armor and tattered cloak. I'm in pretty rough shape. I'm surprised I'm still clinging to life.

"Y'know, I was kinda looking forward to being able to retire after all this. To finally have a time of peace in my life. I've basically been living a life of war and bloodshed for the entire time I've been alive. Just drifting around aimlessly, bouncing back and forth from one army to another, fighting for this cause or that, really just trying to find some kind of purpose in life."

I chuckle slightly, wincing as one of my wounds starts to ache.

"That's part of the reason I got involved in this godmodding war in the first place. It seemed like an opportunity to do some good, and find something to do with myself, at least for the time being. I was expecting to go back to wandering after this, but..."

I smile faintly.

"...honestly, I've gotten a little attached to all of you. I know I wasn't here for very long - certainly not as long as most of you - but I had a real sense of camaraderie with you. It felt like I finally found a place where I belong.

"...I'm getting kinda sappy, aren't I? Well, I'm sure you all get what I'm trying to say. I'm pretty fond of you all, and whatever happens to us next, I want to say that I've never been prouder to work anyone else. If I could go back, I wouldn't change a thing."

I look to the sky, my eyes lighting up ever so slightly as I behold wondrous vistas above. It's almost enough to bring a tear to my eye. Almost.

"Maybe it's a little early for retirement. There could always be another threat to deal with, right? I don't know how we'd do things without player powers, but I'm sure we'd find a way.

"Besides, we'll always need heroes. We'll always need someone to protect the people who can't protect themselves. We'll always need a light in the black. Only seems right that I be a part of it."

I take a look at my golden gun, watching at the flames slowly die out. My power is fading.

"Guess this version of myself isn't really a guardian. What about the others, I wonder..."

I shake those thoughts from my head. Best not to trouble myself with the other mes. I trust them to sort their things out. For now, best to worry about this version of myself.

I holster the golden gun, which by now has devolved into a simple hand cannon. I produce a bottle of liquor from somewhere and pop it open.

"Here's to everyone who can't stand here and celebrate with us. We couldn't have done it without you."

I take a swig of the drink, offering it to anyone else who's interested. Eventually the bottle runs dry, at which point I discard it.

"And here's to the future, whatever it may hold for us."

I muster up the strength to toss a single flaming knife into the sky, and skeet shoot it with my hand cannon. The knife bursts in a small shower of embers.

"It's been a pleasure, everyone."

 

[GoldHero101]

Gold smiles. "Well, everyone, it's been a blast, but I must go! The Timeline needs me! But, before that..." Gold summons a fresh greatsword and sticks it in the ground. "To remember me by! Later!" Gold smiles, waves, and jumps into a vortex, returning him to the New Worlds, where he is preparing for his next adventure... and maybe taking a break. I've been Gold y'all, and thanks for the amazing journey. 'Til we meet again!

 

[Ranger_Strider_]

I awkwardly stop fading away in my cool walk into the distance. I slowly turn around. I walk back to the group.
I supppose I still have some work to do yet. Perhaps designing a system to keep Reality in touch? Bah, who knows. I'm sure I can find something to do before I fix things up in heaven or down in hell.

 

[WHM Sukamia]

Well, first I take Excalibur back from Piono, since he never used it. Then, I just open a portal to my Ash Aragami after saying my goodbyes to everyone. I'll just live in peace with Excalibur and the Aragami, besides, eventually I will have an army in the millions of a Godmodder ever shows up again.

 

[Krill13]

....yeah Eyowe is still drinking from his enormous drink. It's positively alcoholic, if that wasn't stated before.

 

[CaptainNZZZ]

Spoiler: A bit lengthy

Ah, the end of this Player Status is at hand. A short time from now that now familiar sensation will be gone forever. A bittersweet moment within arm's reach.

With a snap I bring back my items, everything that had vanished right before the Finale truly began. Old and new objects sit side by side for one last time within the nebulous confines of my inventory:

CaptainNZZZ (has Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Remnant crypt energy, Godmodder Tracker V1.0, always-hit-Monocle)

Ore of Orichalcum

Click to shrink...

And those old items certainly bring forth old memories. One memory especially proves dominant though, a dream of the creation of a particular entity. An existence long since denied by the demands of this conflict.

Hmmm, but can I really create them? A lot of charging had always been a critical component and I don't have the necessary shenanigans to make up for it. The Ore of Orichalcum is immensely powerful but it needs to remain as untouched as possible if I want it to function as a source for continued power growth...huh. There is one method to achieve results beyond actions and creativity.

Well...time on Earth and/or the afterlife wasn't that tempting anyway. I shall die as I lived: creating entities far greater than I.

Pulling the Remnant crypt energy out of my inventory I take a moment and breath upon the esoteric energy that once granted the Crypt of the Ancients its ability: boosting undead entity creation. I solidify the energy into an arrow of pure darkness...and plunge it into my chest until it penetrates even my very soul.

The pain only quadruples as the Remnant crypt energy is soaked up into my soul where it begins condensing into an array of crystals. A formation of crystals that begin sapping away at the soul they reside in.

"Yes...yes." My words slur as my soul acts as the foundation for a newly forming entity.

Necromantic energy intensifies as my soul fuels its growth, a mass of crystals slowly shifting into a more human form. Anyone peering into my ravaged soul soon find themselves able to comprehend the being being created by my efforts. A being tied inherently to the domain of death yet...somehow not. A entity of death whose very essence contains the kind of life energy you'd expect to find in a human, capable of emotions, joy and...life despite all expectations. A system of life meant to define the who aspect rather than the what aspect.

With the development in progress, my focus turns to the Ore of Orichalcum. The Ore of Orichalcum is a powerful item, able to grant a Player a minor power boost with its sacrifice. Now, I burn the Ore but not for a power boost. No, I instead condense that potent energy and form a relatively simple shell to contain it.

And this newly christened Core of Growth is placed where the heart would be in the largely complete being held in my barely intact soul. Once the entity is out and about, the shell will act as a valve for the contained energy, slowly letting the energy escape at a controlled rate. If turns still mattered, it would be akin to a stat/ability development every turn and with the source used the entity will be able to grow stronger and more versatile simply as time goes by.

Of course, once that's finished the entity awakens. Eyes open as I project my mind directly into my soul, effectively astral protecting into my barely functioning soul. Normally that's a fairly reckless move but at this point...it hardly matters.

"Greetings and welcome to existence, Master of Death." My mind self declares despite its form shifting and shimmering as my soul gets weaker and weaker. "I am CaptainNZZZ, the Player and your creator. Now, I have simple orders for you. You are to act as the afterlife equivalent to the Temporal Guardian but first, you must grow. This shall be your prime directive until it is achieved: met Rotaz and the Temporal Guardian to grow. Not in power, that will passively happen, but in sentience. Listen to them, obey them, learn from them. Learn to become truly sentient, become a true being whose personality is not a construct of a Player. You must develop yourself as a person before taking your rightful place as the Master of Death."

And down to 10% of my soul left. Short and sweet, short and sweet.

"Always listen to the Temporal Guardian and Rotaz while offering your own advice once you've developed into a person. Work together to avoid the path that ends with the Deleter, be more than mere Player programming."

Mind...fading...soul about to...finish.

"Enjoy your life, for my sake. I planned to create you for so long but I always put it off. The fears of destruction, short term goals and so much more. I apologize for that. Now, Master of Death, true name Elizabeth, go forth and live. As the Temporal Guardian is akin to the dearest of friends, be akin to the daughter I never deserved. Carry on my legacy once you become you and perform tour duties. Stay neutral to the conflicts of others and focus on your own affairs but when a true threat rises...provide aid against those threats. After all, I doubt John Smith will be the last of these kind of threats. For example, don't trust JOEbob."

"Oh," the mind self form flickers in and out of being, "and give my remaining items to the Temporal Guardian. Don't worry, I'm certain the Temporal Guardian will show up once I'm gone. Live well...Elizabeth."

Then with a pop, my soul is fully drained and the rest of my being follows suit, mind and body rapidly disappearing.

Yet before I fade and all that's left is a brand new entity, I manage to get a few final words out.

"Filthy Neutral for life!"

(x3, mortal action, item usage of Remnant crypt energy and Ore of Orichalcum)

 

[Redrover1760]

My course of action from before remains unchanged by this. Through I suddenly doubt the existence of a future self due to lack of player abilities.

/null

 

[General_Urist]

(OOC: Am I missing sometihng? Why would anyone chose to just go to the afterlife rather than take a chance to continue the life they lived before the Godmodder ruined it?)
(OOC 2: What could we influence herethat wouldn't be just roleplaying, anyway?)

The General perks up suddenly, and turns to Alice. "The Government on Earth is offering pensions? You mean there actually exists a functioning government? Presiding over an economic system intact enough to actually offer and give out pensions?" There is much the general would like to know about the details of this 'government' and its nature. But he doubts Alice would want to give him a long talk about such pedestrian things. But that is all of secondary importance to the fact that he know knows his homeland and the surrounding regions are probably MUCH less devastated than he had though. "There is no choice for me. Give me that new body!" He is quite enthusiastic. He wants something of his old pre-war life BACK damnit!