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Defeat The Godmodder
- Thread starter Moniker
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''Let's all get wasted after this ! 
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D'znn-Xy'lll MetaChthonia
𝕸𝕬𝕯𝕹𝕰𝕾𝕾
I stop mourning the loss of Le Quack long enough to shout
"I DON'T GET MY POWERS FROM CHRISTMAS! I DO NOT PRAISE SANTA! I EARNED MINE BY CRAWLING ACROSS UNIVERSES! ...although I will admit everyone here is a little OP... wut."
Suddenly I feel like someone did the impossible and stole my Key to the Unknown out of my Archive and ran away while... honking? I start patting my pockets despite not having any.
I go back to listening.
"That sounds like more your problem, you should have done what I do and gone on adventures across THE INFINITE OMNIVERSE ya'know, the one that is INFINITE. Follow in Rick Sanchez Example but without the drinking. Now stop throwing a tantrum, Manchild, and just accept your place by evaporating in a Puff of Logic because you are being annoying."
Just like the Gods in RuneScape. Denied an Afterlife at all on the basis that they had Godhood.
Greeeeat, now there are Gold Denarius floating around. Just what everyone needs... then again minus all the other stuff turning his ashes into cursed gold sounds like something I would do. Alternatively shoving it out into the Void of Unexistence or subjecting it to Vacuum Decay also is something I would do.
(why Essential Oils though?!)
Well I came late and threw a possessed Rubber Duck so I just 'port out just as confused as to how I got here as when I started... then again I have no clue if this part is generalized to everyone or only the ones who died either way I still 'port out.
I pull Replenishing Ray out of my Archive-
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Leah pauses after her grand attack. And, then, she falls on he back onto the ground, exhaustion overtaking her almost completely.
It's over. Its honestly over. It was so short, relatively-she didn't experience the full, over-two-year grind that some of her allies had. Or worse. But, for some reason, its over. Adrenaline vanishes as the revelation it is over strikes her hard, a hammer of truth to the anvil of reality. Its done. It's finally done. All the stupid journeying across god-knows where, all the running from things she couldn't comprehend, all the confusion, all the Godmodding war-it's been a long, strange, exhausting adventure both mentally and physically, but now it is over.
"Operator, is there a problem?"
"I..."
Leah trails off. What is the problem? She doesn't know where to go or what to do now, and while starring in her own superhero comic or something sounded like a good time, she wanted to honestly be as normal and 'boring' as John Smith claimed to have been. Perhaps it was just because it was the end, and now reality crashed down. She'd have to adjust. Player pension was a thing, sure, and she could probably just secure some kind of adoption, so it wasn't as if her life was going to be in jeopardy when she got back. And even if it was, well, she qualified as a weapon of mass destruction with Omniglot hanging around, Player powers or not.
She gets up off the ground. "I'd like my body back," She says. "Thank you, by the way. I'm almost positive we couldn't have done this without you, even though like, I'm pretty much meeting you now for the first time. Uh, name's Leah." She says, extending a hand for a handshake.
And then something strikes her.
"... I don't have anywhere to go after this. No home or anything, no living family... Just a lot of questions and, well, these. Uh. Could I...?"
It's over. Its honestly over. It was so short, relatively-she didn't experience the full, over-two-year grind that some of her allies had. Or worse. But, for some reason, its over. Adrenaline vanishes as the revelation it is over strikes her hard, a hammer of truth to the anvil of reality. Its done. It's finally done. All the stupid journeying across god-knows where, all the running from things she couldn't comprehend, all the confusion, all the Godmodding war-it's been a long, strange, exhausting adventure both mentally and physically, but now it is over.
"Operator, is there a problem?"
"I..."
Leah trails off. What is the problem? She doesn't know where to go or what to do now, and while starring in her own superhero comic or something sounded like a good time, she wanted to honestly be as normal and 'boring' as John Smith claimed to have been. Perhaps it was just because it was the end, and now reality crashed down. She'd have to adjust. Player pension was a thing, sure, and she could probably just secure some kind of adoption, so it wasn't as if her life was going to be in jeopardy when she got back. And even if it was, well, she qualified as a weapon of mass destruction with Omniglot hanging around, Player powers or not.
She gets up off the ground. "I'd like my body back," She says. "Thank you, by the way. I'm almost positive we couldn't have done this without you, even though like, I'm pretty much meeting you now for the first time. Uh, name's Leah." She says, extending a hand for a handshake.
And then something strikes her.
"... I don't have anywhere to go after this. No home or anything, no living family... Just a lot of questions and, well, these. Uh. Could I...?"
Paradoxdragonpaci
Schrödinger’s Dragon
I apply the essential oils onto some parts of my scales and become a walking aromatherapy disperser.
As I continue, working on my Rave Party Mix, I LOOK deeper and further into the future of this particular Multiverse...
I invoke CUT and open a portal to a place where there were peasants who, once upon a time, I taught how to engage in Spontaneous Disco Rave Party.I call for them to join us, the Godmodder is dead, and we want a final celebration.
I also upon Disco-Chan and Felix to enter the Stage, so as to speak, one final time.
I finish up the Rave Mix...Let's celebrate our Crowning Victory before we go our separate ways ok ??
As I continue, working on my Rave Party Mix, I LOOK deeper and further into the future of this particular Multiverse...
I invoke CUT and open a portal to a place where there were peasants who, once upon a time, I taught how to engage in Spontaneous Disco Rave Party.I call for them to join us, the Godmodder is dead, and we want a final celebration.
I also upon Disco-Chan and Felix to enter the Stage, so as to speak, one final time.
I finish up the Rave Mix...Let's celebrate our Crowning Victory before we go our separate ways ok ??
Torix
Player/Arbiter Mix Thing
[Action... wait, hold on a sec.]
There's no point in specifying actions anymore, is there?
I take the opportunity of utilizing the fast-fading player powers to do a few things.
First off, I begin to walk over to the puddle where captain.cat first landed, and where the former John Smith became nothing. About a hundred feet away from the puddle, I establish a permanent gate to this location from Earth, where the linking portal is directly in the ruins of the Final Wall. A stone brick walkway extends around the puddle, and on the opposite side, I raise a slab of pure white marble. Pulling out a searing orange blade, I carve the following words in it:
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Memorial to the Godmodding Wars
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Here is the location where the first of the last began and ended their stand against the Godmodder, John Smith.
May the group of Players who destroyed the Godmodder be remembered, as heroes.
ExoSkeletal - DragonOfHope - Daskter
Eyowe - Strider - Gnich
Crusher - ParadoxDragonPaci - DanganMachin
Captain.cat - FlamingFlapjacks - Eternalstruggle
ThatRandomGuy - Alastair Dragovich - Piono
The Nonexistent Tazz - CaptainNZZZ - General_Urist
GoldHero101 - Karpinsky - The Quiet Watcher
JOEbob - Cephalos Jr. - Bill Nye
Ranger Strider - Winkins - The_Two_Eternities
Torix - TwinBuilder - Victory by Ablation - pope
And many, many more. To everyone who stood before us and with us during the final fight, thank you.
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This... felt like the right thing to do. And... well, now that it's done, I don't really have a purpose.
I think back to my time before I was a mere soul projection. I'm considered dead, and although I could stay around here and move on, I'd... kinda like to prove them wrong.
"Alice, if you could count me in on the whole "having a physical body" club, that'd be nice. I've got things I want to take care of before I move on to wherever I go."
I realize my world is also permanently summoned, and... well, that could be a problem. Not a part of the Evacuation Directive at all, and summoned here under my own will, I need to find a way to either move this and use it later, in the future, or... well, force it back into imaginary lands. I get an idea. "Altair? Alice? While you're moving planets and stars back to their home planes, mind moving this one too? I'd... well, I'd like it to go to the Incipisphere of an absolutely massive session, hijacked by Alpha. Seems like a strange request, but... well, I'd like to do something with this. My journey isn't done yet." I create one last set of warps between my location and the surface of the planet. "I'll take this portal out, don't worry."
The_Nonexistent_Tazz I turn to address Leah and Omniglot. "If you truly have nowhere to go, feel free to follow me. I'm off to go fight Alpha - there's still Godmodders out there, and John Smith was only one of them." I pause, then add something. "I... don't expect you to. We've certainly had enough war and trauma for one afterlife... but still. Options open, but don't feel obligated."
pionoplayer "Piono. Thanks for everything, and thanks for allowing me into the chain of attacks. Hitting John Smith with everything I had is satisfying... and I hope to one day make it even better. I hope to one day be as good at this shtick of fighting Godmodders as you."
Alastair Dragovich "And Alastair... don't worry about being selfish. You've done so much for not only me, but everyone - so thank you. You deserve a break... Oh, and hey. If you ever need anything in the future, let me know and I'll be there. Possibly. Depends on if I die or not fighting Alpha, but I'll try my best to. I wish you luck."
I sigh, and await for the end of this final turn. With affairs in order, the memorial created, and my portals set, there's nothing to do but wait and listen to the reactions.
There's no point in specifying actions anymore, is there?
I take the opportunity of utilizing the fast-fading player powers to do a few things.
First off, I begin to walk over to the puddle where captain.cat first landed, and where the former John Smith became nothing. About a hundred feet away from the puddle, I establish a permanent gate to this location from Earth, where the linking portal is directly in the ruins of the Final Wall. A stone brick walkway extends around the puddle, and on the opposite side, I raise a slab of pure white marble. Pulling out a searing orange blade, I carve the following words in it:
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Memorial to the Godmodding Wars
---
Here is the location where the first of the last began and ended their stand against the Godmodder, John Smith.
May the group of Players who destroyed the Godmodder be remembered, as heroes.
ExoSkeletal - DragonOfHope - Daskter
Eyowe - Strider - Gnich
Crusher - ParadoxDragonPaci - DanganMachin
Captain.cat - FlamingFlapjacks - Eternalstruggle
ThatRandomGuy - Alastair Dragovich - Piono
The Nonexistent Tazz - CaptainNZZZ - General_Urist
GoldHero101 - Karpinsky - The Quiet Watcher
JOEbob - Cephalos Jr. - Bill Nye
Ranger Strider - Winkins - The_Two_Eternities
Torix - TwinBuilder - Victory by Ablation - pope
And many, many more. To everyone who stood before us and with us during the final fight, thank you.
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I think back to my time before I was a mere soul projection. I'm considered dead, and although I could stay around here and move on, I'd... kinda like to prove them wrong.
"Alice, if you could count me in on the whole "having a physical body" club, that'd be nice. I've got things I want to take care of before I move on to wherever I go."
I realize my world is also permanently summoned, and... well, that could be a problem. Not a part of the Evacuation Directive at all, and summoned here under my own will, I need to find a way to either move this and use it later, in the future, or... well, force it back into imaginary lands. I get an idea. "Altair? Alice? While you're moving planets and stars back to their home planes, mind moving this one too? I'd... well, I'd like it to go to the Incipisphere of an absolutely massive session, hijacked by Alpha. Seems like a strange request, but... well, I'd like to do something with this. My journey isn't done yet." I create one last set of warps between my location and the surface of the planet. "I'll take this portal out, don't worry."
The_Nonexistent_Tazz I turn to address Leah and Omniglot. "If you truly have nowhere to go, feel free to follow me. I'm off to go fight Alpha - there's still Godmodders out there, and John Smith was only one of them." I pause, then add something. "I... don't expect you to. We've certainly had enough war and trauma for one afterlife... but still. Options open, but don't feel obligated."
pionoplayer "Piono. Thanks for everything, and thanks for allowing me into the chain of attacks. Hitting John Smith with everything I had is satisfying... and I hope to one day make it even better. I hope to one day be as good at this shtick of fighting Godmodders as you."
Alastair Dragovich "And Alastair... don't worry about being selfish. You've done so much for not only me, but everyone - so thank you. You deserve a break... Oh, and hey. If you ever need anything in the future, let me know and I'll be there. Possibly. Depends on if I die or not fighting Alpha, but I'll try my best to. I wish you luck."
I sigh, and await for the end of this final turn. With affairs in order, the memorial created, and my portals set, there's nothing to do but wait and listen to the reactions.
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Am a soul and gonna try and get some cool reincarnation
Hehehe Aqua~~ ahem
On to more serious matters
I see what you're doing Joe Bob
And I will help ya
Any power I can utilize is given to Joe Bob so he can retain more of his powers in his new body
Now back to daydreaming about wish fulfilment stories
Hehehe Aqua~~ ahem
On to more serious matters
I see what you're doing Joe Bob
And I will help ya
Any power I can utilize is given to Joe Bob so he can retain more of his powers in his new body
Now back to daydreaming about wish fulfilment stories
The Heir looks out across everything around him, and decides to try to do one last thing. The computer setup that has been teleporting around following him appears one last time, and from it, a white spark shoots directly into the Heir. He then seemingly twirls this energy around himself, before making two shafts of a silvery substance appear in either hand, which somehow stay perfectly parallel, no matter how he holds them. He then looks to one of the many versions of Earth, and an instance of what looks like Minecraft. He then begins to channel all of the power he has left into the two spikes. The last of the Purple and Green sun energy he had absorbed during the powerup phase drains into the two spikes, and his hoodie begins to glow with a green on one side, and a grey on the other. "Are you sure this is what you want to do with the last of this power? You know we are unlikely to ever be close enough to recombine, and the chances of you gaining player powers, or any other powers, seems small."
"Are you kidding? You deserve this, after all you had been through. Besides, didn't you hear, apparently surviving this war was the equivalent of winning the lottery if you came from Earth. I can just retire immediately, and live as I want to. You, on the other hand, need a bit more."
"Fine, if you say so."
With that, the two halves of the Heir split one final time. A young man begins to float towards the Earth he had pointed to, while a Minecraft avatar floats up to the Minecraft world they had looked at earlier. Once they reached it, both struck their spikes into a point on the soil, and watched as sparks of energy swirled around them, before shooting off into the sky. In an area equidistant to both worlds, a new world suddenly appeared, while the Minecraft avatar, and a good many Minecraft NPCs and neutral mobs, suddenly vanished. A moment later, the world was thriving with people and animals, and a young man rushed up some steps in a large castle built into a mountain, looking to finally see his parents after so long. Just before his world would be given a new place, he looked to the sky, and waved off in a direction that would seem random to most.
From the Earth, however, another man waved back, before walking back to his home to see a computer setup which seemed fairly advanced, but seemed to barely function, with another computer plugged into it. He said, with a slight sigh, "Don't worry, buds, we'll get you back up and running in no time."
"Are you kidding? You deserve this, after all you had been through. Besides, didn't you hear, apparently surviving this war was the equivalent of winning the lottery if you came from Earth. I can just retire immediately, and live as I want to. You, on the other hand, need a bit more."
"Fine, if you say so."
With that, the two halves of the Heir split one final time. A young man begins to float towards the Earth he had pointed to, while a Minecraft avatar floats up to the Minecraft world they had looked at earlier. Once they reached it, both struck their spikes into a point on the soil, and watched as sparks of energy swirled around them, before shooting off into the sky. In an area equidistant to both worlds, a new world suddenly appeared, while the Minecraft avatar, and a good many Minecraft NPCs and neutral mobs, suddenly vanished. A moment later, the world was thriving with people and animals, and a young man rushed up some steps in a large castle built into a mountain, looking to finally see his parents after so long. Just before his world would be given a new place, he looked to the sky, and waved off in a direction that would seem random to most.
From the Earth, however, another man waved back, before walking back to his home to see a computer setup which seemed fairly advanced, but seemed to barely function, with another computer plugged into it. He said, with a slight sigh, "Don't worry, buds, we'll get you back up and running in no time."
This is our last chance. If you want to cause the technological singularity, do it now.
Technically you're the one who's building the factory.
Final Action: I create a factory that creates psychic amplifiers. Eventually, everyone will be able to use it to gain psychic powers, which will help us evolve to a new age.
Technically you're the one who's building the factory.
Final Action: I create a factory that creates psychic amplifiers. Eventually, everyone will be able to use it to gain psychic powers, which will help us evolve to a new age.
The End
Your voidship sets out, to begin growing eternally, set to follow a specific directive with little in the way of failsafes. Surely this will not go wrong.
(1,000 years from now, it will become a big problem when a plane government tries to set up an outpost in the void. But never mind that.)
You imagine sitting in your house, after the last of your power is expended here. Yes, the weather machine is already set up! You've also stocked the pantry with an infinitely regenerating amount of cheesy popcorn. Don't tell Conservation of Energy, they won't like it.
You create a new book, called "DEFEAT THE GODMODDER". It is a complete dump of everything you've done in the war by you against Verraad. While it will need editing and several abridged versions to balance historical accuracy and being a compelling story, you expect it to sell quite well.
You pocket your speck. It'll stick with you, once this is all over. A new, cheap source of energy will be a major boon to Earth as it develops.
You try to duck out of the sacrifice, but Altair knocks you out and drags your body towards the others before you even get started talking.
Altair: We'll have the anti-JOEbob agencies take care of his body double. Hopefully...
Regrettably, the Charmzard energy disappeared the moment the Godmodder died.
Another quest complete. But how many Godmodders remain, in the multiverses? Science has yet to find the answer.
Cera: Oh, that's right!
Cera: Quinn is using the last of his Player Power to turn his remaining handful of plastic soldiers into "real" people.
Cera: Not to imply that they weren't before! I mean...
Cera: I'm sure they'll find their place in the new world.
And so, Amelia leaves for her Plane. Every Player will head to their appropriate Plane, but inter-plane travel is on the verge of being invented by regular scientists. Visiting each other is soon to be a real possibility.
Your soul is still "defeated", but the others can feel your question.
The minor deity that was missed was the God of Magic and Knowledge, who came to help you in the Fourth Tribulation, and sacrificed himself during the assault on Yorefortress to turn back the tide, losing his powers in the process. He still lives, and perhaps you'll see him again one day.
Alice: Got it. Bodies coming right up for... most all of you, it looks like.
A few accept your drink. All enjoy your knife show. Indeed, the world will still need heroes. Several of the former Players will surely become great people in their own right, even without power. There's always much to be done, and many problems to solve - but Reality is safe, and will continue to be for the foreseeable future.
You prepare a vortex. Once your power is sacrificed, you're outta here!
Ash: Please, do contribute to this last fix-up first.
Ash: Once the Planes are in proper place, there'll be OODLES of time for fade-away cool walks into the distance.
Off to the Plane of Dragons! You are their eternal esteemed guest.
Cera walks up and asks to share. You shove him away.
You pop out before Altair can grab you, thus denying the final restoration your Player energy.
Cera: Filthy neutral!!!
Nonetheless, the Master of Death (naturally represented by a cute anime girl) sets out to meet up with the Temporal Guardian and Rotaz, soon to be released from the L.I.F.E. Stasis Pod. She will act as a guard against those who would attempt to seize complete power and control for themselves for the rest of time.
(OOC: For some people, it might best fit their character. As for what you can influence, not much. This is mostly just roleplay. The war is over.)
Alice: Body coming up!
You activate a time-slow field, and nap for a solid 323 days. Finally, you've caught up on almost a quarter of the sleep you've been needing.
''Let's all get wasted after this !
Enthusiastic nods all around. Finally, all of you agree on something.
I stop mourning the loss of Le Quack long enough to shout
"I DON'T GET MY POWERS FROM CHRISTMAS! I DO NOT PRAISE SANTA! I EARNED MINE BY CRAWLING ACROSS UNIVERSES! ...although I will admit everyone here is a little OP... wut."
Suddenly I feel like someone did the impossible and stole my Key to the Unknown out of my Archive and ran away while... honking? I start patting my pockets despite not having any.
I go back to listening.
"That sounds like more your problem, you should have done what I do and gone on adventures across THE INFINITE OMNIVERSE ya'know, the one that is INFINITE. Follow in Rick Sanchez Example but without the drinking. Now stop throwing a tantrum, Manchild, and just accept your place by evaporating in a Puff of Logic because you are being annoying."
Just like the Gods in RuneScape. Denied an Afterlife at all on the basis that they had Godhood.
Greeeeat, now there are Gold Denarius floating around. Just what everyone needs... then again minus all the other stuff turning his ashes into cursed gold sounds like something I would do. Alternatively shoving it out into the Void of Unexistence or subjecting it to Vacuum Decay also is something I would do.
(why Essential Oils though?!)
Well I came late and threw a possessed Rubber Duck so I just 'port out just as confused as to how I got here as when I started... then again I have no clue if this part is generalized to everyone or only the ones who died either way I still 'port out.
I pull Replenishing Ray out of my Archive-
-And use the power of Solipsism and Schrödinger Theory to disappear in a flash of light and teleport to a new universe for a new adventure on my own personal quest to relieve my boredom in constructive/destructive ways that was probably what led me to being here in the first place.
You prepare a teleportation to somewhere new, but not before joining the circle and getting ready to help. New universes, ahoy!
Alice: Well... I guess you can stay with us for a few days, but you'll have to get your own place eventually. Shouldn't be hard with a pension, though it is a little awkward to give it to someone so young...
Alice: What's become of our old house, anyways?
Xerath: No need to pay us, you can just help us with the massive amount of dusting its sure to need...
The peasants join you for a few moments, and several of the Players break out in dance! Hey! Celebrate a little! You deserve it.
Without the Godmodder's help, the rest of the Soul Orb is likely to begin crumbling, reverting to its original state, or... well, who knows what. Still, this location will be preserved, and likely visited often.
Xerath: Don't worry. We'll make sure every world is taken care of. Not one world or Plane will be left in the Soul Orb when we're done.
JOEbob is too knocked out to respond. You use your Player Powers to instantly give Konosuba ten more seasons instead. Frankly, this is far better for society.
And so, the two halves are separated - but despite that, they have returned to their proper places. Individually, they are more whole than before.
You create a factory! Without your Player Powers to power it, it will eventually run out of energy to produce more amplifiers, and the existing production line will decay. But the handful it does produce will be an excellent blueprint for future scientific development...
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Alice: Alright, everyone. It's time. We've waited long enough.
Alice: It's a little silly, but... to combine our powers... its best if we link arms.
You link arms, narrowly avoiding holding hands.
Everything is quiet. Not a pause filled with dread or fear, but just... quiet. There is no longer a war. Reality's Planes hover up above, and the billions of people on them hold their breaths...
Silently, your power flows through all of you one last time, combining into something greater, as all of you are bathed in a calm blue light that expands, covering first you, but then growing and growing until all Reality trapped in the soul orb is covered in light...
Alice raises her hand, momentarily breaking the chain of linked arms, as all her power comes forwards...
*snap*
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I immediately point out that Moniker doesn't have any more Arbiter powers and so shouldn't be capable of forcing a player to act differently from their explicit desires. Also, Altair being able to knock me out apparently as a free action with no cost doesn't make sense, linking arms is implausible if i'm unconscious, and forcibly "including" me in this action seems to go against any morals they could consistently hold. Also, since I never said anything in bold, cyan, times-new-roman text last post, there was and would be no talking, which means Altair didn't knock me out in the first place. And being 'knocked out' doesn't make sense for a soulform on a conceptual level because they have no brains.
The way this is all being presented feels more like some hitherto unmentioned reality-embodiment force is taking personal offense to my actions, as opposed to altair actually making an attempt to stop me and succeeding the way any player stopping any other player would, or as opposed to a normal player action being interpreted on the basis of inapplicability. Which would make sense, but Moniker doesn't Have arbiter powers any more, and I'm pretty sure he's out of overrides. also, I don't see why Moniker would be taking personal offense to my actions. someone else makes an entire voidship which flies off and causes a catastrophe, but I can't upgrade my future body a bit or refuse to give away my powers?
Edited: That said, your humour in the following section remains top notch.
...And my name is JObob.
/nul?
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D'znn-Xy'lll MetaChthonia
𝕸𝕬𝕯𝕹𝕰𝕾𝕾
OOC: And my vengeance is complete*!
OOC: Well officially her role is 'the afterlife equivalent to the Temporal Guardian '. Being ready to deal with the next Godmodder equivalent is more of a secondary task to avoid her going the way of the Minor Gods.
Credits
And everything was restored to its proper order.
Earth, the universe, and the stars were properly aligned once again. The panic that had began once the planet found itself in another world gradually settled down, as various world leaders released statements defining the situation. The war against the Godmodder, whoever it may have been, had never been a secret, but almost nobody had anticipated it would ever reach this scale.
Many Planes had suffered massive damage from being squeezed into the "finite infinite" space of the HEXAGONAFIELD, but thanks to the efforts of the other group of Players, loss of life was minimized. Still, many things were destroyed, and the effects of the fight would forever define the course of history and the ecosystems of the Planes involved.
As the Players awoke, they found themselves in the place they had most desired to return to - some in lavish accomodations, walking out to the cheers of awaiting crowds, enjoying their new celebrityhood. Others in their old homes, and some in other, more obscure places still...
While countless lives had been ended on Earth by the Cycle of Godmodding, humanity did what it did best, multiply and grow numerous. Freed from the yoke of an eternal war against the Godmodder, humanity flourished. Even without Player powers to speed up the rebuilding, technology advanced day by day, and before long, you could travel between the various Planes for as much cost as an airline ticket. Some of the Players achieved important positions in government, while others attempted to hide from the celebrityhood forced upon them. Regardless, all of them would surely go down in the history books as vitally important figures.
With God, Satan, and Evacucorp dead, the afterlives took a while to sort themselves out. Still, sort themselves out they did, and many fairly minor changes were made. Almost every major force defining Reality had been killed, revealed, made powerless, or all three. Humanity's technology will soon surpass all those who remain in power and control. Never again will some great nebulous force thrust their will upon the innocents who never deserved it.
The future has always been uncertain... but a future will always exist. You made that certain.
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Developer: Moniker
Godmodder Attack Ideas: Moniker
Director: Moniker
Assistant Director: Moniker
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Alice: You know... Xerath... when you fought for the Godmodder, you must have known about the Soulrazer forces, right? Are there any... more, hiding anywhere we need to know about?
Xerath: We don't need to talk about this right now, but... no. I don't think so.
Alice and Xerath sit at their old favorite ice cream shop. It's still running!
Xerath: Let's just... enjoy this.
Alice: I'm sorry, it's hard to finally think about something else. I've just been doing the one thing for so long...
Alice: Especially with those people wanting to lock you up for the rest of your life for your crimes...
Xerath: It'll be fine. The other Players have spoken out on my behalf. I'm sure it'll get sorted.
Alice: ...
Xerath: Hey. We did it. We made it. Whatever happens, we can relax now. We've done our part.
Alice: Alright, alright... you're right. We DID do it, didn't we?
Alice: In the end, I didn't manage to make the perfect world I thought I wanted... but things are good, and they're only getting better.
Xerath: And that's good enough.
Alice: ...
Xerath: I know what I just said, but... I did want to hear about Yorefortress's defenses. What was it like before you conquered it?
Alice: Well, let's see...
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Program Director: Moniker
Enemy Programming: Moniker
Allied A.I.: Moniker
Design Director: Moniker
User Interface Design: Moniker
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*A shot of Go An Na writhing in his cage, the gradual movement of the cage occasionally causing him to touch the wall of Endgame spoilers. Over the course of millions of years, the entire movie will be spoiled.*
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Character Design: Moniker
Writing: Moniker
Railroading: Moniker
Level Design: Moniker
Fancy colors and formatting: Moniker
Sound: Moniker
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JOEbob has the agent cornered.
Agent Y: Please... please... please...!
JOEbob: Now, as I've already enumerated thirty-seven times now, passing under the mistletoe demands a kiss per holiday tradition. There is approximately a 99.9% chance somebody on the other side of the planet has a mistletoe up, so you have almost certainly passed "under" a mistletoe during our time here. Now, in the ancient lost language of the Nuk-nuk tribe, the word "kiss" would be interpreted as a deadly insult, one demanding that you immediately surrender all financial assets to me and serve me for the rest of time-
Screaming, the Anti-JOEbob agent takes out his service rifle and blows his own head off. Just then, two more agents burst in through the door!
Agent A: JOEbob! Your schemes end here!
The second agent takes out a mysterious device and throws it on the ground. It immediately covers the room in a strange green light. JOEbob attempts to argue the device into submission, but he finds he can't speak!
Agent A: That's right - an anti-talk device! Your schemes stop here!
With one well-placed bullet, JOEbob is killed immediately.
Agent B: He'll be back, you know.
Agent A: Indeed. But for now, the world has a reprieve from his schemes. And today... Christmas is saved!
A watching crowd gives out a cheer. JOEbob's plot to rationally debate the leader of the New United States into canceling Christmas is FOILED!
Agent A: Not to worry, ladies and gentlemen. Soon, with our technology, we shall figure out how to end JOEbob once and for all!
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Voice Acting: Moniker
Team Support: Moniker
Jeffrey Epstein: Didn't Kill Himself
Design Advisor: Moniker
Public Relations: Moniker
Beautiful Artwork: Moniker
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Cera: Okay - FIRE!
The Tomahawk V3.0001 missile launches out, slamming right into the Godmodder-brand base. It immediately crumples, the scattered and injured autodroid forces inside fleeing into the awaiting arms of the Peacekeepers - the new military organization, made out of former Peacekeepers and many other soldiers and professionals, dedicated to cleansing Reality of the influence of not just Verraad, but all Godmodders.
Jamie: Looks like it's wrapping up out there.
Cera: Good, let's get back to base for now.
A little while later, the two of them are finally back and have a moment alone. Over the past few months, they've traveled Reality's planes. Verraad's empire couldn't hold itself together even when he was alive, and with him dead and all of his vital forces used up, progress has been astonishingly easy. Everything left his former empire holds is expected to be returned to the hands of less murderous leaders within a matter of weeks.
Jamie: I got an email from Ash earlier today. Sounds like he and Alice are doing great on their project.
Cera: Tell them I'm looking forward to reading it. A complete history of the Godmodders brought to light... even for a non-historian, it would be vitally interesting.
Jamie: Will do.
Cera: ...
Cera: Say, Jamie... can I confess something to you?
Jamie: What?
Cera: I... well, I always wondered when I fought the Godmodder what exactly I was going to do when he was dead. I didn't even have much of a direction in life even before the war started, and now...
Cera: I honestly expected I'd die a noble death in battle. I was really ready to do it, back when I wielded Yoreblade. But... I'm here. And now... I'm not sure about my future.
Jamie: Cera... I've... felt almost the same way.
Jamie: Whatever future is out there for us... I hope we can find it. Together.
Cera: I hope so, too. ...Thank you.
Jamie: No, thank YOU! Now come on, let's get some rest already.
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Testing: Moniker
Technical Support: Moniker
Intensely High Quality Content: Moniker, hungry_visitor
Localization Management: Moniker
Managing Director: Moniker
Project Management: Moniker
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Fred: Back again, JOEbob?
JOEbob stares. Is that... Fred? It's been so long! Didn't he die, like, halfway through the game?
Fred: They promoted me to receptionist. Apparently I'd seen too much to be a miner.
Fred: It's a much nicer job. Unfortunately, we're still in hell.
Fred: Of course, you won't be here for long, but you'll have to get your memories wiped like always.
JOEbob nods. Rational debaters always come down to hell having lost their voice. It's part of their punishment.
Fred: Good luck out there. Satan would be cheering you on, if he was still alive. Which he's not.
JOEbob heads off to go prepare for his next attempt to rationally debate the world into submission.
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Producer: Moniker
General Producer: Moniker
Executive Producer: Moniker
Assistant to the Executive Producer: Moniker
Special Thanks To: Moniker
VERY Special Thanks To: Moniker
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Altair and Quinn sit together at the annual Player Reunion. The other Players who could make it stand around chatting, drinking probably too much alcohol. Quinn plans to drink his fair share later, but... not quite yet.
Altair: It's been too long.
Quinn: Yeah, it has.
Altair: Have you been getting along okay?
Quinn: Oh, more than okay! It's been great! Phenomenal! I've helped solve so many conflicts, met so many interesting people!
Quinn: It's just... well, I'd like to retire, but... I've come close to death one too many times. I might change course soon, we'll see.
Altair: Same here. I tried to retire with my pension at the start, but I got bored too quickly. I just... I can't sit around doing nothing. It isn't who I am!
Quinn: Oh, yeah. Well, it's absolutely better now than in the war. Honestly? Those were the worst weeks of my life. Makes sense, since I was basically a baby.
Altair: The odds against your survival were incredible. The odds against ALL of our survival were incredible.
Altair: But, god... I'm glad we're still here.
Quinn: ...
Quinn: Have you thought about settling down, making a family, mellowing out?
Altair: Ah... we'll see.
Quinn: Same, same.
Quinn: What was I thinking, anyways? You would never mellow out.
Altair: Hah, hah, hah.
And so the former Players partied long into the night...
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Planning assistance: Twinbuilder, Pionoplayer
Forum Services: Spacebattles Forums and all its moderators and administrators
Inspiration:
BioShock Rules (Destroy the Tower)
Twinbuilder (Destroy the Godmodder 2)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz (Destroy the Godmodder 0)
Actually Making the Game Fun and Giving it a Reason to Exist: All of you!
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~FIN
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Last Message:
You got theBad/Good/Fake Golden ending.
Earth, the universe, and the stars were properly aligned once again. The panic that had began once the planet found itself in another world gradually settled down, as various world leaders released statements defining the situation. The war against the Godmodder, whoever it may have been, had never been a secret, but almost nobody had anticipated it would ever reach this scale.
Many Planes had suffered massive damage from being squeezed into the "finite infinite" space of the HEXAGONAFIELD, but thanks to the efforts of the other group of Players, loss of life was minimized. Still, many things were destroyed, and the effects of the fight would forever define the course of history and the ecosystems of the Planes involved.
As the Players awoke, they found themselves in the place they had most desired to return to - some in lavish accomodations, walking out to the cheers of awaiting crowds, enjoying their new celebrityhood. Others in their old homes, and some in other, more obscure places still...
While countless lives had been ended on Earth by the Cycle of Godmodding, humanity did what it did best, multiply and grow numerous. Freed from the yoke of an eternal war against the Godmodder, humanity flourished. Even without Player powers to speed up the rebuilding, technology advanced day by day, and before long, you could travel between the various Planes for as much cost as an airline ticket. Some of the Players achieved important positions in government, while others attempted to hide from the celebrityhood forced upon them. Regardless, all of them would surely go down in the history books as vitally important figures.
With God, Satan, and Evacucorp dead, the afterlives took a while to sort themselves out. Still, sort themselves out they did, and many fairly minor changes were made. Almost every major force defining Reality had been killed, revealed, made powerless, or all three. Humanity's technology will soon surpass all those who remain in power and control. Never again will some great nebulous force thrust their will upon the innocents who never deserved it.
The future has always been uncertain... but a future will always exist. You made that certain.
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DEFEAT THE GODMODDER: CREDITS
Developer: Moniker
Godmodder Attack Ideas: Moniker
Director: Moniker
Assistant Director: Moniker
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Alice: You know... Xerath... when you fought for the Godmodder, you must have known about the Soulrazer forces, right? Are there any... more, hiding anywhere we need to know about?
Xerath: We don't need to talk about this right now, but... no. I don't think so.
Alice and Xerath sit at their old favorite ice cream shop. It's still running!
Xerath: Let's just... enjoy this.
Alice: I'm sorry, it's hard to finally think about something else. I've just been doing the one thing for so long...
Alice: Especially with those people wanting to lock you up for the rest of your life for your crimes...
Xerath: It'll be fine. The other Players have spoken out on my behalf. I'm sure it'll get sorted.
Alice: ...
Xerath: Hey. We did it. We made it. Whatever happens, we can relax now. We've done our part.
Alice: Alright, alright... you're right. We DID do it, didn't we?
Alice: In the end, I didn't manage to make the perfect world I thought I wanted... but things are good, and they're only getting better.
Xerath: And that's good enough.
Alice: ...
Xerath: I know what I just said, but... I did want to hear about Yorefortress's defenses. What was it like before you conquered it?
Alice: Well, let's see...
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Program Director: Moniker
Enemy Programming: Moniker
Allied A.I.: Moniker
Design Director: Moniker
User Interface Design: Moniker
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*A shot of Go An Na writhing in his cage, the gradual movement of the cage occasionally causing him to touch the wall of Endgame spoilers. Over the course of millions of years, the entire movie will be spoiled.*
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Character Design: Moniker
Writing: Moniker
Railroading: Moniker
Level Design: Moniker
Fancy colors and formatting: Moniker
Sound: Moniker
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JOEbob has the agent cornered.
Agent Y: Please... please... please...!
JOEbob: Now, as I've already enumerated thirty-seven times now, passing under the mistletoe demands a kiss per holiday tradition. There is approximately a 99.9% chance somebody on the other side of the planet has a mistletoe up, so you have almost certainly passed "under" a mistletoe during our time here. Now, in the ancient lost language of the Nuk-nuk tribe, the word "kiss" would be interpreted as a deadly insult, one demanding that you immediately surrender all financial assets to me and serve me for the rest of time-
Screaming, the Anti-JOEbob agent takes out his service rifle and blows his own head off. Just then, two more agents burst in through the door!
Agent A: JOEbob! Your schemes end here!
The second agent takes out a mysterious device and throws it on the ground. It immediately covers the room in a strange green light. JOEbob attempts to argue the device into submission, but he finds he can't speak!
Agent A: That's right - an anti-talk device! Your schemes stop here!
With one well-placed bullet, JOEbob is killed immediately.
Agent B: He'll be back, you know.
Agent A: Indeed. But for now, the world has a reprieve from his schemes. And today... Christmas is saved!
A watching crowd gives out a cheer. JOEbob's plot to rationally debate the leader of the New United States into canceling Christmas is FOILED!
Agent A: Not to worry, ladies and gentlemen. Soon, with our technology, we shall figure out how to end JOEbob once and for all!
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Voice Acting: Moniker
Team Support: Moniker
Jeffrey Epstein: Didn't Kill Himself
Design Advisor: Moniker
Public Relations: Moniker
Beautiful Artwork: Moniker
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Cera: Okay - FIRE!
The Tomahawk V3.0001 missile launches out, slamming right into the Godmodder-brand base. It immediately crumples, the scattered and injured autodroid forces inside fleeing into the awaiting arms of the Peacekeepers - the new military organization, made out of former Peacekeepers and many other soldiers and professionals, dedicated to cleansing Reality of the influence of not just Verraad, but all Godmodders.
Jamie: Looks like it's wrapping up out there.
Cera: Good, let's get back to base for now.
A little while later, the two of them are finally back and have a moment alone. Over the past few months, they've traveled Reality's planes. Verraad's empire couldn't hold itself together even when he was alive, and with him dead and all of his vital forces used up, progress has been astonishingly easy. Everything left his former empire holds is expected to be returned to the hands of less murderous leaders within a matter of weeks.
Jamie: I got an email from Ash earlier today. Sounds like he and Alice are doing great on their project.
Cera: Tell them I'm looking forward to reading it. A complete history of the Godmodders brought to light... even for a non-historian, it would be vitally interesting.
Jamie: Will do.
Cera: ...
Cera: Say, Jamie... can I confess something to you?
Jamie: What?
Cera: I... well, I always wondered when I fought the Godmodder what exactly I was going to do when he was dead. I didn't even have much of a direction in life even before the war started, and now...
Cera: I honestly expected I'd die a noble death in battle. I was really ready to do it, back when I wielded Yoreblade. But... I'm here. And now... I'm not sure about my future.
Jamie: Cera... I've... felt almost the same way.
Jamie: Whatever future is out there for us... I hope we can find it. Together.
Cera: I hope so, too. ...Thank you.
Jamie: No, thank YOU! Now come on, let's get some rest already.
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Testing: Moniker
Technical Support: Moniker
Intensely High Quality Content: Moniker, hungry_visitor
Localization Management: Moniker
Managing Director: Moniker
Project Management: Moniker
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Fred: Back again, JOEbob?
JOEbob stares. Is that... Fred? It's been so long! Didn't he die, like, halfway through the game?
Fred: They promoted me to receptionist. Apparently I'd seen too much to be a miner.
Fred: It's a much nicer job. Unfortunately, we're still in hell.
Fred: Of course, you won't be here for long, but you'll have to get your memories wiped like always.
JOEbob nods. Rational debaters always come down to hell having lost their voice. It's part of their punishment.
Fred: Good luck out there. Satan would be cheering you on, if he was still alive. Which he's not.
JOEbob heads off to go prepare for his next attempt to rationally debate the world into submission.
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Producer: Moniker
General Producer: Moniker
Executive Producer: Moniker
Assistant to the Executive Producer: Moniker
Special Thanks To: Moniker
VERY Special Thanks To: Moniker
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Altair and Quinn sit together at the annual Player Reunion. The other Players who could make it stand around chatting, drinking probably too much alcohol. Quinn plans to drink his fair share later, but... not quite yet.
Altair: It's been too long.
Quinn: Yeah, it has.
Altair: Have you been getting along okay?
Quinn: Oh, more than okay! It's been great! Phenomenal! I've helped solve so many conflicts, met so many interesting people!
Quinn: It's just... well, I'd like to retire, but... I've come close to death one too many times. I might change course soon, we'll see.
Altair: Same here. I tried to retire with my pension at the start, but I got bored too quickly. I just... I can't sit around doing nothing. It isn't who I am!
Quinn: Oh, yeah. Well, it's absolutely better now than in the war. Honestly? Those were the worst weeks of my life. Makes sense, since I was basically a baby.
Altair: The odds against your survival were incredible. The odds against ALL of our survival were incredible.
Altair: But, god... I'm glad we're still here.
Quinn: ...
Quinn: Have you thought about settling down, making a family, mellowing out?
Altair: Ah... we'll see.
Quinn: Same, same.
Quinn: What was I thinking, anyways? You would never mellow out.
Altair: Hah, hah, hah.
And so the former Players partied long into the night...
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Planning assistance: Twinbuilder, Pionoplayer
Forum Services: Spacebattles Forums and all its moderators and administrators
Inspiration:
BioShock Rules (Destroy the Tower)
Twinbuilder (Destroy the Godmodder 2)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz (Destroy the Godmodder 0)
Actually Making the Game Fun and Giving it a Reason to Exist: All of you!
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~FIN
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Last Message:
Players, if you're reading this... I, the Arbiter Moniker, am dead. Once the Godmodder cut off my power source, I knew it was only a matter of time, so I set up a system to get this e-mail to all of your inboxes when nature took its course.
Don't worry about me. It's better this way. The era of gods, demons, Godmodder, Players, Architects, Arbiters... it's over. And that's how it should be.
Please continue to make the world a better place. And, as my one last selfish request... could you get me a sweet spot in the history books? Pretty please?
In any case, good luck out there! You no longer have my guidance, but... I can tell you don't need it either.
All of you are the best Players who ever lived. I want you to know that.
-Moniker
Don't worry about me. It's better this way. The era of gods, demons, Godmodder, Players, Architects, Arbiters... it's over. And that's how it should be.
Please continue to make the world a better place. And, as my one last selfish request... could you get me a sweet spot in the history books? Pretty please?
In any case, good luck out there! You no longer have my guidance, but... I can tell you don't need it either.
All of you are the best Players who ever lived. I want you to know that.
-Moniker
You got the
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OOC: So, it's really, truly over. I know I've said this a hundred times, but thank you all, again, for everything.
Please feel free to write RP posts enumerating your personal ending. You have unlimited time to do so, unless this thread gets locked. I won't ask for that unless there's a need, however.
There are a few more things. Over in the long-abandoned OOC thread, I'll be starting a Q&A soon. In addition, there will be one more post to this thread. It will be a "bonus" (non-canon) post showing what the Fake Golden ending would've looked like. But the story of DefTG is now over.
See you all in the various other DTG games! And have a great day!
(Edit: Q&A up here)
Please feel free to write RP posts enumerating your personal ending. You have unlimited time to do so, unless this thread gets locked. I won't ask for that unless there's a need, however.
There are a few more things. Over in the long-abandoned OOC thread, I'll be starting a Q&A soon. In addition, there will be one more post to this thread. It will be a "bonus" (non-canon) post showing what the Fake Golden ending would've looked like. But the story of DefTG is now over.
See you all in the various other DTG games! And have a great day!
(Edit: Q&A up here)
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pionoplayer
The Destroyer
Piono and Sophia lived out the rest of their days happily...
Until they, like many of the others, got bored with just sitting around. After living through the last Godmodding War, ordinary life seemed too boring.
They signed up with the Peacekeepers, and spent the rest of their days adventuring and rescuing those in need of help.
The future is always uncertain, but now it will still exist. That's all that matters.
...
Sophia laid the flowers down on the grave. Once upon a time it had been unmarked, but with a little help from the Temporal Guardian it had been identified.
"Your brother would be proud Sophie."
"Yeah, I know..."
She leaned against him.
"I just wish he could be here to see this."
"Me too, I wish I'd gotten to meet him."
The two turned, and went on their way. There were still things to do, and grieving is only good for so long.
It was time to move on, into the future.
Until they, like many of the others, got bored with just sitting around. After living through the last Godmodding War, ordinary life seemed too boring.
They signed up with the Peacekeepers, and spent the rest of their days adventuring and rescuing those in need of help.
The future is always uncertain, but now it will still exist. That's all that matters.
...
Sophia laid the flowers down on the grave. Once upon a time it had been unmarked, but with a little help from the Temporal Guardian it had been identified.
"Your brother would be proud Sophie."
"Yeah, I know..."
She leaned against him.
"I just wish he could be here to see this."
"Me too, I wish I'd gotten to meet him."
The two turned, and went on their way. There were still things to do, and grieving is only good for so long.
It was time to move on, into the future.
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Shortly After The Return Of The Planes
"You know-" An attempt to teleport out of the way of the oncoming attack was brutally suppressed by training, and instead the blow was met head on with sword in hand. A quick slice and the pursuer was down for the count. "You could have mentioned the superzombies."
Richard and Amelia turned back and kept running through the forest. A hundred different war cries echoed behind them. "Apologies, sir, I thought you knew!"
"HOW WOULD I KNOW ABOUT THIS-" The angry yelling was likewise cut short as a pair of monkey-like creatures swung above in the canopy on elongated arms. With a keening wail, they descended to attack. Amelia shot out an electrified grappling line, and upon hit hurled one into the ground while shocking it. Richard more brutally flung his blade up, impaling the falling beast and filling it with electricity. As it fell in a tangled heap, steam came out of its ears. He stooped down and retrieved it, noting it was as clean as always. That done, the pair nodded to each other and resumed running.
"At least we're not bored, eh?" Amelia smiled as she hopped over a fallen tree.
"I'm beginning to regret this. I didn't realise you had convictions." The swordsman grumbled. "I thought, you know, fun and helpful, in and out, a few days. Short little cooldown adventure. Bridge the gap between the War and civvie life. Oh, I don't need a stop back home first, I'll be fine I thought."
"For what it's worth, I didn't realise they had some of these variants-" They leapt to each side, rolling hard on the ground and barely dodging a long range barrage of acid spit and guts. "-either." Breathless, they were both back on their feet, and after a moment running again.
A moment more running and they were free of the treeline, sliding down the side of a hill to the broken road below. Panting, they paused to catch their breath. "So, huff, are you really going, huff, back to ordinary life?" Amelia sat down heavily, leaning back against the grass behind her.
"I won't lie, I'm about done with excitement for one life. I'm going to retire to Mars sweet Mars and never leave." Richard looked up and behind, mentally counting down until the horde reappeared. "Lock myself in a room with some video games and chill."
"Sounds lonely." Amelia checked the remaining charge on her gauntlets. Without Player power, the energy drained from them like any normal item, and with their shock capabilities they guzzled the stuff. She'd be out of energy sooner than she'd like at this rate. At least her ally's legendary sword could recharge it in a pinch. "Don't you want to reconnect with your friends and family?"
"I can do that over the internet." He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes from behind his shades, getting tense. "I think after being hailed as a hero in two different worlds I'll have had quite enough of people for one... year. Or maybe two. No, video games are nice. For one thing, no Godmodding. Not even lower case. Can't get that out of a forum RP, and while movies are nice sometimes you do want to interact with something. Or be evil. From now on I'm sticking to griefing at worst though. Much safer, much less likely to accidentally end reality.
As he drew his sword and planted it firmly in the broken pavement before them, Amelia stood up, took a deep breath, and put her hand atop his, which in turn was on the sword. "Haven't got the itch out of you?" She was at once vaguely understanding but amused.
"No, I barely got to do any villain stuff with Smith. He blue-balled me almost immediately, the bastard. Somehow I think I got the last laugh though." The pair circled around clockwise, now facing back at the hill and forest.
An entire company of foes crested it at that moment, and as one they cried out the words to the most powerful attack they still had. Instantly, the skies darkened with heavy, black clouds, and with a rumbling salvo purifying bolts fell to earth. "UNITED STORM OF WRATH!"
"You know-" An attempt to teleport out of the way of the oncoming attack was brutally suppressed by training, and instead the blow was met head on with sword in hand. A quick slice and the pursuer was down for the count. "You could have mentioned the superzombies."
Richard and Amelia turned back and kept running through the forest. A hundred different war cries echoed behind them. "Apologies, sir, I thought you knew!"
"HOW WOULD I KNOW ABOUT THIS-" The angry yelling was likewise cut short as a pair of monkey-like creatures swung above in the canopy on elongated arms. With a keening wail, they descended to attack. Amelia shot out an electrified grappling line, and upon hit hurled one into the ground while shocking it. Richard more brutally flung his blade up, impaling the falling beast and filling it with electricity. As it fell in a tangled heap, steam came out of its ears. He stooped down and retrieved it, noting it was as clean as always. That done, the pair nodded to each other and resumed running.
"At least we're not bored, eh?" Amelia smiled as she hopped over a fallen tree.
"I'm beginning to regret this. I didn't realise you had convictions." The swordsman grumbled. "I thought, you know, fun and helpful, in and out, a few days. Short little cooldown adventure. Bridge the gap between the War and civvie life. Oh, I don't need a stop back home first, I'll be fine I thought."
"For what it's worth, I didn't realise they had some of these variants-" They leapt to each side, rolling hard on the ground and barely dodging a long range barrage of acid spit and guts. "-either." Breathless, they were both back on their feet, and after a moment running again.
A moment more running and they were free of the treeline, sliding down the side of a hill to the broken road below. Panting, they paused to catch their breath. "So, huff, are you really going, huff, back to ordinary life?" Amelia sat down heavily, leaning back against the grass behind her.
"I won't lie, I'm about done with excitement for one life. I'm going to retire to Mars sweet Mars and never leave." Richard looked up and behind, mentally counting down until the horde reappeared. "Lock myself in a room with some video games and chill."
"Sounds lonely." Amelia checked the remaining charge on her gauntlets. Without Player power, the energy drained from them like any normal item, and with their shock capabilities they guzzled the stuff. She'd be out of energy sooner than she'd like at this rate. At least her ally's legendary sword could recharge it in a pinch. "Don't you want to reconnect with your friends and family?"
"I can do that over the internet." He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes from behind his shades, getting tense. "I think after being hailed as a hero in two different worlds I'll have had quite enough of people for one... year. Or maybe two. No, video games are nice. For one thing, no Godmodding. Not even lower case. Can't get that out of a forum RP, and while movies are nice sometimes you do want to interact with something. Or be evil. From now on I'm sticking to griefing at worst though. Much safer, much less likely to accidentally end reality.
As he drew his sword and planted it firmly in the broken pavement before them, Amelia stood up, took a deep breath, and put her hand atop his, which in turn was on the sword. "Haven't got the itch out of you?" She was at once vaguely understanding but amused.
"No, I barely got to do any villain stuff with Smith. He blue-balled me almost immediately, the bastard. Somehow I think I got the last laugh though." The pair circled around clockwise, now facing back at the hill and forest.
An entire company of foes crested it at that moment, and as one they cried out the words to the most powerful attack they still had. Instantly, the skies darkened with heavy, black clouds, and with a rumbling salvo purifying bolts fell to earth. "UNITED STORM OF WRATH!"
Exoskeletal65
Guardian of Time
He/Him
OOC: Hey, I've got a spot in the credits! Feels good.
IC:
Somewhere in the world...
He stands atop the ridge and peers down at the city below. He has walked all day, but it seemed like he had finally reached his destination. The rain was dying down, but the wind was still blowing hard. He smirks to himself; he always liked the way his duster flowed in the wind. When the novelty wears off, he kneels. His gaze never turns away from the city.
"Anything happening down there?" his partner asks. He ran into Victor during his travels, and they just decided to stick together.
"Nothing yet," he says, his hand resting on his pistol.
"This is the place, right?"
"Should be. Sensors kept pointing me in this direction, so things should start to pop off pretty soon."
Victor takes a knee beside him, and the two look over the city. Nothing is heard aside from the howling wind.
He pulls a small datapad out of his pocket and stares at it for a second. "Energy levels are rising. I think it's almost time."
Victor reaches for his rifle. "About damn time. I was starting to get antsy."
A bright spark appears above the city. It quickly blossoms into a raging tempest of chronal energies that tears the sky asunder.
"Yep. Great swirling hellmaw, right on cue. You ready?"
Victor cocks his rifle. "Always."
"Then let's get 'er done."
The two men set off for the city, weapons at the ready.
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Somewhere in the world...
He stands atop the ridge and peers down at the city below. He has walked all day, but it seemed like he had finally reached his destination. The rain was dying down, but the wind was still blowing hard. He smirks to himself; he always liked the way his duster flowed in the wind. When the novelty wears off, he kneels. His gaze never turns away from the city.
"Anything happening down there?" his partner asks. He ran into Victor during his travels, and they just decided to stick together.
"Nothing yet," he says, his hand resting on his pistol.
"This is the place, right?"
"Should be. Sensors kept pointing me in this direction, so things should start to pop off pretty soon."
Victor takes a knee beside him, and the two look over the city. Nothing is heard aside from the howling wind.
He pulls a small datapad out of his pocket and stares at it for a second. "Energy levels are rising. I think it's almost time."
Victor reaches for his rifle. "About damn time. I was starting to get antsy."
A bright spark appears above the city. It quickly blossoms into a raging tempest of chronal energies that tears the sky asunder.
"Yep. Great swirling hellmaw, right on cue. You ready?"
Victor cocks his rifle. "Always."
"Then let's get 'er done."
The two men set off for the city, weapons at the ready.
/LAST RP
Shadrix and Kirby look onward at the fixed universe. They see the many ex-players doing whatever they are doing. Shadrix gives a small smile. He looks at Kirby and they both nod to each other. The Ship turns away from earth and activates the Universe jumping engines. A wormhole appears. The ship jumps into the wormhole, causing a mini-wave of energy to pass earth. Kirby pulls up the Multiversal map.
Alright, we should be in our destination in a few minutes.
Perfect. I need to go make a call.
Shadrix heads into the communications room and contacts a familiar number. In about 4 seconds, a person picks up.
........Shadrix?
Hey Shadrix. Or should I say, "RP!Shadrix"
Hello GH!Shadrix, How is your hunting going?
This universe's Godmodder is dead. Took a bit and arrived a bit late to the party, but the job is done.
Well, its never done if you keep doing this job.
I was created for this specific purpose. By the way, have you got in contact with our alternate selves? I have been out of the loop.
Well, DTG!Shadrix seems to be doing ok. He rarely calls. It's kinda strange. And we got Fish!Shadrix. You know how it is. Then, we got the Prime!Shadrix. He had a bit of a skirmish with another alternate self. He is going to try to be better about his behavior, though. Then we got Undertale!Shadrix. He is currently fighting against Chara and its army. Good luck to him there. Lastly, we got a Goose!Shadrix. He pretty much tries to steal stuff and just plain annoying. He does take the stuff and build amazing tech with it though. There is a bunch more, but I won't bore you. By the way, How is Monika?
Monika is doing ok. She was watching the fight from her room. She came out asking if we are going to survive. I told her yes, we will survive. Then, during the finale, she came to me, asking if she would like to become part of my crew. Her home was destroyed, she had nowhere else to go. I accepted, which I got a big hug for. It was a nice hug. Then, she was wondering if I can build her a suit like what I got. I told her that I will think about it and she went to her room skipping. So, I say she is doing good.
Well I am glad to hear that. I won't keep you. just make sure to keep in touch. ok?
don't worry, I will. See you later!
Shadrix cuts communications and walks back to the cockpit.
How close now?
We should arrive any minute now. .... sir? are you sure it's wise to fight another Godmodder right after you just fought and killed one?
You gotta do what you were born to do.
Shadrix looks back at the A.I's and Bill's Consciousness
So.... Are you ready for round 2?
THE END....?
Shadrix and Kirby look onward at the fixed universe. They see the many ex-players doing whatever they are doing. Shadrix gives a small smile. He looks at Kirby and they both nod to each other. The Ship turns away from earth and activates the Universe jumping engines. A wormhole appears. The ship jumps into the wormhole, causing a mini-wave of energy to pass earth. Kirby pulls up the Multiversal map.
Alright, we should be in our destination in a few minutes.
Perfect. I need to go make a call.
Shadrix heads into the communications room and contacts a familiar number. In about 4 seconds, a person picks up.
........Shadrix?
Hey Shadrix. Or should I say, "RP!Shadrix"
Hello GH!Shadrix, How is your hunting going?
This universe's Godmodder is dead. Took a bit and arrived a bit late to the party, but the job is done.
Well, its never done if you keep doing this job.
I was created for this specific purpose. By the way, have you got in contact with our alternate selves? I have been out of the loop.
Well, DTG!Shadrix seems to be doing ok. He rarely calls. It's kinda strange. And we got Fish!Shadrix. You know how it is. Then, we got the Prime!Shadrix. He had a bit of a skirmish with another alternate self. He is going to try to be better about his behavior, though. Then we got Undertale!Shadrix. He is currently fighting against Chara and its army. Good luck to him there. Lastly, we got a Goose!Shadrix. He pretty much tries to steal stuff and just plain annoying. He does take the stuff and build amazing tech with it though. There is a bunch more, but I won't bore you. By the way, How is Monika?
Monika is doing ok. She was watching the fight from her room. She came out asking if we are going to survive. I told her yes, we will survive. Then, during the finale, she came to me, asking if she would like to become part of my crew. Her home was destroyed, she had nowhere else to go. I accepted, which I got a big hug for. It was a nice hug. Then, she was wondering if I can build her a suit like what I got. I told her that I will think about it and she went to her room skipping. So, I say she is doing good.
Well I am glad to hear that. I won't keep you. just make sure to keep in touch. ok?
don't worry, I will. See you later!
Shadrix cuts communications and walks back to the cockpit.
How close now?
We should arrive any minute now. .... sir? are you sure it's wise to fight another Godmodder right after you just fought and killed one?
You gotta do what you were born to do.
Shadrix looks back at the A.I's and Bill's Consciousness
So.... Are you ready for round 2?
THE END....?
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Am happy for more seasons of Konosuba
But feels bad man
Justice for Joebob!!
He's pretty cool
I like his talking is a free action thing
As for my ending
Lazily ever after..
But feels bad man
Justice for Joebob!!
He's pretty cool
I like his talking is a free action thing
As for my ending
Lazily ever after..
The quiet watcher
Verified Old One
At the Edge of Existence:
The camera banks continued filming the approaches and the halls of the titanic bastion that held against the black waves lapping towards it from outside, more and more material being added with every minute to make the walls thicker eternally even as more and more of them were probably rendered into nothing, leaving no sign of their existence. They had to continue filming, the only tool available left to them to keep track of the flow of Nothing without and the approach of any true dangers to the bulwark from within. They would hold for all time, for all space, and for as long as everything would continue. No one that walked the walls could claim to be very high up on the ladder of employment, though since no one could remember who was truly in charge beyond seniority it was possible that there was no one left that could hold those positions due to the numerous incidents involving leaks. Still, to those that continued to observe, repair, and patrol the bulwark, no higher officers were truly needed.
The quiet watcher was simply sitting at his desk, viewing the numerous video screens his desk held as he idly played with his knife. The events of the Godmodder were still in his mind, but the ending that had been achieved was good enough. No more temporal issues or overwhelming levels of danger that could threaten the bulwark anymore, so it was back to the grind of work, back to the low-level Nothing influence that leeched away at how others saw him, back to the simple job of observing the cameras and responding to outside assaults. He could live with that now, he supposed as his eyes went over the screens, noting one of the ones leading to existence fall to static. A press of a button to send a team over to investigate didn't change his thoughts as they went through his head, idly remembering those that had fallen with fond memories as he reached for one of the bottles stashed around the office for celebrations or memorials, and poured himself a glass for each fallen Player, and one more to celebrate the defeat of the Godmodder.
Before he could drink though, the team sent an alarm message, making him pause and flip to their vitals. Noting the damage done to them, He figured that it was a minor threat, likely some Old One looking to die and be erased. His knife stabbed into the wooden table and turned, bending space as he reached into the armory while drawing his pistol. He grabbed one of the rifles from within, closed the bent portal, and stood up. He readied his pistol, his knife, and his rifle with his four arms, and started walking. His drinks would be there when he got back, after all.
The camera banks continued filming the approaches and the halls of the titanic bastion that held against the black waves lapping towards it from outside, more and more material being added with every minute to make the walls thicker eternally even as more and more of them were probably rendered into nothing, leaving no sign of their existence. They had to continue filming, the only tool available left to them to keep track of the flow of Nothing without and the approach of any true dangers to the bulwark from within. They would hold for all time, for all space, and for as long as everything would continue. No one that walked the walls could claim to be very high up on the ladder of employment, though since no one could remember who was truly in charge beyond seniority it was possible that there was no one left that could hold those positions due to the numerous incidents involving leaks. Still, to those that continued to observe, repair, and patrol the bulwark, no higher officers were truly needed.
The quiet watcher was simply sitting at his desk, viewing the numerous video screens his desk held as he idly played with his knife. The events of the Godmodder were still in his mind, but the ending that had been achieved was good enough. No more temporal issues or overwhelming levels of danger that could threaten the bulwark anymore, so it was back to the grind of work, back to the low-level Nothing influence that leeched away at how others saw him, back to the simple job of observing the cameras and responding to outside assaults. He could live with that now, he supposed as his eyes went over the screens, noting one of the ones leading to existence fall to static. A press of a button to send a team over to investigate didn't change his thoughts as they went through his head, idly remembering those that had fallen with fond memories as he reached for one of the bottles stashed around the office for celebrations or memorials, and poured himself a glass for each fallen Player, and one more to celebrate the defeat of the Godmodder.
Before he could drink though, the team sent an alarm message, making him pause and flip to their vitals. Noting the damage done to them, He figured that it was a minor threat, likely some Old One looking to die and be erased. His knife stabbed into the wooden table and turned, bending space as he reached into the armory while drawing his pistol. He grabbed one of the rifles from within, closed the bent portal, and stood up. He readied his pistol, his knife, and his rifle with his four arms, and started walking. His drinks would be there when he got back, after all.
GoldHero101
Warrior of Light and Darkness
He/Him
Gold and his friends continued to save all of existence, one step at a time. Gold is, after all, the chosen of all. He fought for more universes and their freedom. He lived his immortal life... on and on.
THE END
THE END
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Paradoxdragonpaci
Schrödinger’s Dragon
Paradox does what he does best and continues helping the Planes, even without Player Powers, a Dragon is still a very Strong Being.However, One day, after 364 Years, he mysteriously Vanished into nothingness, and all search attempts have failed to find him so far.But before then, he was known as the Observer, for his Greatest Feat of compiling the History of All Things from the millions of History Books from all Planes in his free time between helping the Planes, which included fighting in another Godmodding War.
He did place the Arbiter Moniker in a good position though.
The Game has been Set and Finished, the shard has been Reclaimed, now, let's look into other Multiverses and Timelines of this one.
He did place the Arbiter Moniker in a good position though.
The Game has been Set and Finished, the shard has been Reclaimed, now, let's look into other Multiverses and Timelines of this one.
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Meanwhile, JObob (this being distinct from JOEbob, of course, who was apparently killed after somehow seemlessly replacing them in the public eye, using a method that wouldn't work in the slightest on the previously-described second body) avoids using their name (which they replace with various aliases as necessary while also changing their voice colour), and does their best at various goals, like replicating the stasis machine because most of the afterlives suck. or destroying all the universes of infinite pain. Or gathering power as necessary. Or making loads of conceptual backups to carry on their will. Or Slowly shifting the public view of how the world should work from 'it is terrible for people to have power even if they use it well, because if they can use it well maybe they can also use it not well, this is too horrible to contemplate' to 'if doing this will cause good things maybe its a good yeah' and from 'its totally fine for hell to exist even though it's like a lesser version of the pain 'verses. ' to 'lets storm the gates of hell and yeet all the badness out of it'. Or whatever else. There's time, after all. Arbitrarilly much, since the second law of thermodynamics is probabalistic, and the players have infinileaf powers, which, not being player powers, likely haven't faded.
That, or reality just made about a sentance of pure typos and continued to forget about that embarrassing period in its youth of paradox billiards, JObob actually died, and the Next incarnation of JOEbob learns from the history of their predecessors after he discovers the existence of a distinct anti-JOEbob bias, buys a mask, uses some cheap magic to change his voice to various other colors like pink or yellow to avoid recognition(this being established as an thing during Luck-Based Mission) , and gets to work on actually getting stuff done, making sure to only use the visibly reality-bending capabilities of rational debate in the presence of beings which had already been debated into silence, keeping it secret as long as possible while always being ready to escape at the first sign of discovery. The specifics of tactics would, obviously, depend on what specifically was going on.
Also if they saw an opportunity and knew the history, they would probably try to become the next Godmodder by stealing Alice's old soul orb (which I don't think was ever destroyed?), knowing how powerful the JOEmodder had been before. But then, who knows? anything could happen, in the end.
Or perhaps JObob manages to escape Hell without being memory wiped using Resolute Heart and Yorehammer remnant powers to overcome the anti-speech measures and Infinileaf to make it work, and does much the same but better. Or maintains their memories through Resolute Heart powers. but regardless, things would probably look more or less the same for quite a while, since revealing their location would lead to JOEbob/JObob/JOEbobobob being hunted down and killed for... some... reason.
...Why does JOEbob get hunted down? I don't have any bad intentions...
That, or reality just made about a sentance of pure typos and continued to forget about that embarrassing period in its youth of paradox billiards, JObob actually died, and the Next incarnation of JOEbob learns from the history of their predecessors after he discovers the existence of a distinct anti-JOEbob bias, buys a mask, uses some cheap magic to change his voice to various other colors like pink or yellow to avoid recognition(this being established as an thing during Luck-Based Mission) , and gets to work on actually getting stuff done, making sure to only use the visibly reality-bending capabilities of rational debate in the presence of beings which had already been debated into silence, keeping it secret as long as possible while always being ready to escape at the first sign of discovery. The specifics of tactics would, obviously, depend on what specifically was going on.
Also if they saw an opportunity and knew the history, they would probably try to become the next Godmodder by stealing Alice's old soul orb (which I don't think was ever destroyed?), knowing how powerful the JOEmodder had been before. But then, who knows? anything could happen, in the end.
Or perhaps JObob manages to escape Hell without being memory wiped using Resolute Heart and Yorehammer remnant powers to overcome the anti-speech measures and Infinileaf to make it work, and does much the same but better. Or maintains their memories through Resolute Heart powers. but regardless, things would probably look more or less the same for quite a while, since revealing their location would lead to JOEbob/JObob/JOEbobobob being hunted down and killed for... some... reason.
...Why does JOEbob get hunted down? I don't have any bad intentions...
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