Defeat The Godmodder

[WHM Sukamia]

(I've already said my ending, but I'll post it here for the sake of helping others find it easily.)

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.

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

A cool wind blows across the fields of some distant plane. As I take a moment to reflect, especially after everything that has happened and after parting ways with D.I.G.I., I feel a melody swell up in my heart. One that sums up a lot of feelings. It's not perfect, but life never was. It never will.

But perhaps that was never the point.

"You're alone, you're on your own, so what?" I sing softly as I take in a slow, quiet breath. "Have you gone blind have you forgotten what you have and what is yours?"

I was leaning against a tree. I get the feeling that, in another time, it would have meant more to me. Or something. It was an odd feeling. I take another breath, and begin with my next first step forward, followed shortly after by my newest first step forward, and so on.

"Glass half empty glass half full, well either way you won't be thirsty," I smile softly as my steps continue. "Count your blessings not your flaws."

I feel my footsteps lighten. My speed picks up a bit. Not too fast too soon, but... I feel like...

"You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound," I can feel myself practically skipping. "There's so much more. You can reclaim your crown."

My steps take me down a road into a valley. My heart sang in joy. Finding new places... following wherever the road takes me, both well traveled and the one I make myself... the thrill of discovery has always made me feel more whole somehow.

"You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head," And the feelings rang true as my feet picked up the pace due to going downhill. "Put all your faults to bed, you can be king again."

As I follow the path, I see something I couldn't before. An ancient temple. One filled with iconography and scripture I was familiar with in every language I could recognize and many I couldn't.

It was unmistakably a Temple of God. The very same one who....

I steel myself and enter. But as I do... I read some words, and realize that, even now, God's long term plans are something else.

"You don't get what this is all about, you're too wrapped up in your self doubt," I sing aloud the words written on the wall meant for me. "You've got that young blood, set it free."

As I head deeper... my faith measures my steps. The last echoes to Someone I admired and looked up to as a guiding light. I felt myself tremble as I continued to sing.

"You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound," I sang, and felt my heart ache. "There's so much more. You can reclaim your crown."

I so wished He were here to sing it to me. I looked forward for so long to hear His voice... And now this is what's left.

"You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head. Put all your faults to bed, you can be king-"

I then walked into an antechamber, and my eyes widened. But when I heard that... that mere echo that captured only the sound... It was still enough to bring me to tears in a silent and aching thank you.

"There's method in My madness," He reassured me from beyond His end. "There's no logic in your sadness. You don't gain a single thing from misery. Take it from Me."

In the center was a stone tablet. Etched upon it was a prophecy for my eyes only. There were no words spoken this time, but the song remained and continued.

You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound. There's so much more. You can reclaim your crown.

I frowned deeply, the revelry being disrupted by the words I read.

You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head. Put all your faults to bed, you can be king-

It seems that He indeed had plans even still from beyond His grave. One more plan, to be specific.

You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound. There's so much more. You can reclaim your crown.

I took a deep breath... and nodded with steel in my eyes, warmth in my smile... and a song still in my heart.

You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head. Put all your faults to bed.

I turned to leave, to fulfill my role. I looked to my hand. My hand... glowing with an awesome power.

A power... that should have faded by now. But one whose purpose would allow it to remain so long as it was unfulfilled.

It should be fulfilled.... but no matter. I'd solve this mystery... and then lay it all to rest properly.

You can be king again.





...to be continued?





Maybe another time.



Until then... Stay creative, be determined... and know that you can do anything.

Even if you shouldn't expect it to work.... that doesn't mean it isn't worth trying.



The End.


Stay tuned - bonus content from the official creator of the thread is to come sometime soon!

 

[Captain.Cat]

(Placeholder until I can get myself to write down something.)

 

[Torix]

Storypost 19 - What Comes Next

10 Years After the First Godmodding War
I step into the portal to the memorial I'd created with the last action I had. Immacuately cleaned by a set of dedicated, government paid staff, the monument almost looked as good as the day I'd first created it. Stone brick pathways gleam beneath my feet, stretching circularly around a small pond. What remains of the HEXAGONAFIELD's sky lights the area gently, as I walk around the paths with a few people milling about here and there. Approaching the marble monument I'd inscribed with the names of all the Players who fought in that battle, there's a small smile on my face as I reminisce over the peaceful times we'd spent after the war. Though everyone had gone their own ways, I'd managed to meet up with a few of the more social ones from time to time, and those occasions were always cool. They showed me the adventures they'd been on in distant planes of their own - the legendary artifacts of some plane or another, obtained through a mixture of gear and ingenuity, the friends they'd all made, and photographs of distant and alien, yet real and accessible, landscapes. I'm cut off as a young boy notices me.

Oh my gosh! Mom, Mom! It's Torix! One of the Players that killed the Godmodder!
I sigh. Ever since they'd put my name in the history books, the burnt orange tee my soul projection had worn during the war had become iconic. Of course I wore it today.
Yes honey, that's very nice. I'm sure he wouldn't like to be bugged. Just leave him be.
But mooommmm, he's the guy who made this thing! He tugs persistently on the arm of her dress, wanting desperately to go over and probably ask me a bajillion questions in his little head. I chuckle and nod to the mother, with an apologetic look.
Sorry... Hey, I'll make a deal, kid. His eyes are glowing with wonder. If I let you ask me just one question, will you leave your mom be and stop trying to yank her arm off?
Supressing a scream, the kid nods. Nearly exploding out of excitement, the kid thinks for a moment before, almost tripping over his words, he comes out with a jumbled statement of what'syourfavoritepartofbeingaplayerbecauseohmygoshyou'resocooliwannabelikeyouwhenigrowup-
... Uh, calm down there kid -
- ourhistoryteacherskeeptalkingaboutyouinschoolisittruePionosummonedall36elementstoattacktheGodmodderinoneturnwith -
I... uh...
- ohanddidAlastairactuallyreallydie, didallofyouguysdieandjustcomebacktolifeorsomething -
I cast Silence on the kid, a remnant of an adventure to some D&D-based realm of magic and a remnant of a gift from the God of Magic and Knowledge. Answering the first part of your question kid, the main thing I enjoyed about being a Player was the ability that I knew by fighting on the front lines, I was saving all of you guys. That and the fact I could whip literally anything out of nowhere to attack John Smith. That was fun too... hold on a moment. I check my wristwatch, which is blinking with urgency. A voice, not at my command, spouts out of the watch:

Breaking News! A new Godmodder has been discovered terrorizing the Himalayas of Earth Prime! Analysists say -
Kid, I gotta go. Stay safe, alright? I begin dashing off and stumble out of the portal into Earth, directly in front of the Final Wall. Talking into my wristwatch again, I state the following:
Isaac, call Alastair and the rest of the Players. We've got another Godmodder on our hands.
Grabbing an enlargement ray and a smaller replica of the Alchemiter from my house before I go, I immediately book a flight to the Himalayas and begin packing. I've got work to do.

Defeat the Godmodder 2: Alchemiquest*
*May or may not have already started.

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

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.

Click to shrink...

One day, 10 years later....

The Peacekeeper office is in absolute turmoil.

There have been reports of many, many weird phantom shades appearing all over the place. The Temporal Guardian is nowhere to be seen and no one can get into contact with them. And furthermore...

There's been not just one, but TWO Godmodders sighted. One in the Himilayas of Earth...

And the other at the FINAL WALL.

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!"

Click to shrink...

And so, ten years later, Richard got to doing Minecraft. He was about to do some proper griefing after readjusting to the controls, when he receives a message. From someone called 'TheLastRemnant'.

TheLastRemant: I have a bit of advice for you. Don't.
The:LastRemnant: If you go down this path, your detiney will forever be tainted by suffering and defeat.
TheLastRemnant: I should know. I am connected to that destiny, in a way.
TheLastRemnant: However, should you go to the 'Final Wall'....
TheLastRemnant: Well.
TheLastRemnant: You've always wanted to team up with a Godmodder, right?

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.

Click to shrink...

As the Hellmaw opens, a familiar energy is sensed. No one else recognizes it.

But descending from the hellmaw is a strange, phantom like being.

And it reeks of Godmodder energy. It's nowhere near John Smith's level, but the fact that it exists...

It doesn't say good things.

/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....?

Click to shrink...

It takes you a while, but you finally find Godmodder signatures- Wait, no. what?

None of them seem right, but you're seeing Godmodder energy readings all over the place! None of them alone are even close to John Smith's strength... except for two. One in the Himilayas, the other at the location known as The Final Wall.

Which destination shall you pick?

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..

Click to shrink...

While taking yet another lazy nap, you receive a dream premonition. One that sticks with you....

To sum it up, a red phantom urges you to go to the final Wall. For a more complete description... well, see below.

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.

Click to shrink...

As something on the Edge of existence, time flows a bit oddly at times. especially in a breach or near breach situation. So you don't realize that, for everywhere but your base, 10 years have passed.

When you find the source, you see several of your fellows, dead and facedown in pools of their own blood. above them stands a blue phantom-like shade, reeking of Godmodder energy. As you ready your weapons, you get the keen feeling that those drinks of yours were going to be a bit more room temperature than you'd like by the time you get back.

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

Click to shrink...

One day, after yet another adventure, your party encounters one of the phantom shades. This one though.... flees. To Earth. Since it reeked of Godmodder energy, you feel compelled to follow...

I wake up from my nap, only to take an even longer nap..... a very long nap

Click to shrink...

In your nap is the PROPHETIC DREAM OF PROPHECY! The figure in the dream tells you you slept for ten years! Good grief! TEN YEARS!

Oh, and there's a Godmodder at The Final Wall. That's also a thing.

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 millions of History Books in his free time between helping the Planes.

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.

Click to shrink...

As you view things, space and time immediately snarl! As you look for the source, you realize that there's a lot of small, glasslike things lodged in the streams of space and time. Save for two, both on Earth. One in the Himilayas, the other at the Final Wall.

The bits of 'glass' were Godmodder energy. And the Godmodders are much clearer to see. Sure, you've seen a story here before but....

Will you send a shard to take another peek? The temptation to see another story unfold is great...

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...

Click to shrink...

To address the last sentence first, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Quite literally. On your walks to Hell, you've found it surprisingly comfy.

As for what happened to you.... as it turns out you had zero time to do any of those things because Hell is hell and the afterlife check in and check out took ten years. So now....

...well, the afterlives sucks. So I suppose you do try to-

Wait.

This is irrational! Improbable! Simply irresponsible!

Something is blocking you from recreating the Eternity Stasis Machine! And it smells Godmoddery. It smells like an obnoxious amount of chalk.

Deducing that your driven nature would rationally try to eliminate the obstacle, you immediately rationally debate the Godmodding energy into not blocking you. It can't - it's bound to the Godmodder's will! But it does give you directions to which Godmodder is responsible if you wish to talk to him/her/it.

And so, that'show you find yourself heading to The Final Wall.

(I've already said my ending, but I'll post it here for the sake of helping others find it easily.)

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.

Click to shrink...

One of your loyal servants approaches you after 10 years. They give you the proper missive. You begin to rally the Armies, for it was time-

But lo! What misfortune! The ones you have found are on Earth, and they are wary of your armies! Still, they shall not grow rusty with use. The Blue Phantoms show an alarming mastery of Godmodding. They will be best served controlling and combating them while you go find and deal with the source. And as such, no matter what happens, your armies shall minimize the casualties that would have otherwise occurred as they work in concert with the Peacekeepers.

A cool wind blows across the fields of some distant plane. As I take a moment to reflect, especially after everything that has happened and after parting ways with D.I.G.I., I feel a melody swell up in my heart. One that sums up a lot of feelings. It's not perfect, but life never was. It never will.

But perhaps that was never the point.

"You're alone, you're on your own, so what?" I sing softly as I take in a slow, quiet breath. "Have you gone blind have you forgotten what you have and what is yours?"

I was leaning against a tree. I get the feeling that, in another time, it would have meant more to me. Or something. It was an odd feeling. I take another breath, and begin with my next first step forward, followed shortly after by my newest first step forward, and so on.

"Glass half empty glass half full, well either way you won't be thirsty," I smile softly as my steps continue. "Count your blessings not your flaws."

I feel my footsteps lighten. My speed picks up a bit. Not too fast too soon, but... I feel like...

"You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound," I can feel myself practically skipping. "There's so much more. You can reclaim your crown."

My steps take me down a road into a valley. My heart sang in joy. Finding new places... following wherever the road takes me, both well traveled and the one I make myself... the thrill of discovery has always made me feel more whole somehow.

"You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head," And the feelings rang true as my feet picked up the pace due to going downhill. "Put all your faults to bed, you can be king again."

As I follow the path, I see something I couldn't before. An ancient temple. One filled with iconography and scripture I was familiar with in every language I could recognize and many I couldn't.

It was unmistakably a Temple of God. The very same one who....

I steel myself and enter. But as I do... I read some words, and realize that, even now, God's long term plans are something else.

"You don't get what this is all about, you're too wrapped up in your self doubt," I sing aloud the words written on the wall meant for me. "You've got that young blood, set it free."

As I head deeper... my faith measures my steps. The last echoes to Someone I admired and looked up to as a guiding light. I felt myself tremble as I continued to sing.

"You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound," I sang, and felt my heart ache. "There's so much more. You can reclaim your crown."

I so wished He were here to sing it to me. I looked forward for so long to hear His voice... And now this is what's left.

"You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head. Put all your faults to bed, you can be king-"

I then walked into an antechamber, and my eyes widened. But when I heard that... that mere echo that captured only the sound... It was still enough to bring me to tears in a silent and aching thank you.

"There's method in My madness," He reassured me from beyond His end. "There's no logic in your sadness. You don't gain a single thing from misery. Take it from Me."

In the center was a stone tablet. Etched upon it was a prophecy for my eyes only. There were no words spoken this time, but the song remained and continued.

You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound. There's so much more. You can reclaim your crown.

I frowned deeply, the revelry being disrupted by the words I read.

You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head. Put all your faults to bed, you can be king-

It seems that He indeed had plans even still from beyond His grave. One more plan, to be specific.

You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound. There's so much more. You can reclaim your crown.

I took a deep breath... and nodded with steel in my eyes, warmth in my smile... and a song still in my heart.

You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head. Put all your faults to bed.

I turned to leave, to fulfill my role. I looked to my hand. My hand... glowing with an awesome power.

A power... that should have faded by now. But one whose purpose would allow it to remain so long as it was unfulfilled.

It should be fulfilled.... but no matter. I'd solve this mystery... and then lay it all to rest properly.

You can be king again.





...to be continued?





Maybe another time.



Until then... Stay creative, be determined... and know that you can do anything.

Even if you shouldn't expect it to work.... that doesn't mean it isn't worth trying.



The End.


Stay tuned - bonus content from the official creator of the thread is to come sometime soon!

Click to shrink...

Alastair looks.... And looks at the message he received, which contained a few minutes of the situation up until then:

Storypost 19 - What Comes Next

10 Years After the First Godmodding War
I step into the portal to the memorial I'd created with the last action I had. Immacuately cleaned by a set of dedicated, government paid staff, the monument almost looked as good as the day I'd first created it. Stone brick pathways gleam beneath my feet, stretching circularly around a small pond. What remains of the HEXAGONAFIELD's sky lights the area gently, as I walk around the paths with a few people milling about here and there. Approaching the marble monument I'd inscribed with the names of all the Players who fought in that battle, there's a small smile on my face as I reminisce over the peaceful times we'd spent after the war. Though everyone had gone their own ways, I'd managed to meet up with a few of the more social ones from time to time, and those occasions were always cool. They showed me the adventures they'd been on in distant planes of their own - the legendary artifacts of some plane or another, obtained through a mixture of gear and ingenuity, the friends they'd all made, and photographs of distant and alien, yet real and accessible, landscapes. I'm cut off as a young boy notices me.

Oh my gosh! Mom, Mom! It's Torix! One of the Players that killed the Godmodder!
I sigh. Ever since they'd put my name in the history books, the burnt orange tee my soul projection had worn during the war had become iconic. Of course I wore it today.
Yes honey, that's very nice. I'm sure he wouldn't like to be bugged. Just leave him be.
But mooommmm, he's the guy who made this thing! He tugs persistently on the arm of her dress, wanting desperately to go over and probably ask me a bajillion questions in his little head. I chuckle and nod to the mother, with an apologetic look.
Sorry... Hey, I'll make a deal, kid. His eyes are glowing with wonder. If I let you ask me just one question, will you leave your mom be and stop trying to yank her arm off?
Supressing a scream, the kid nods. Nearly exploding out of excitement, the kid thinks for a moment before, almost tripping over his words, he comes out with a jumbled statement of what'syourfavoritepartofbeingaplayerbecauseohmygoshyou'resocooliwannabelikeyouwhenigrowup-
... Uh, calm down there kid -
- ourhistoryteacherskeeptalkingaboutyouinschoolisittruePionosummonedall36elementstoattacktheGodmodderinoneturnwith -
I... uh...
- ohanddidAlastairactuallyreallydie, didallofyouguysdieandjustcomebacktolifeorsomething -
I cast Silence on the kid, a remnant of an adventure to some D&D-based realm of magic and a remnant of a gift from the God of Magic and Knowledge. Answering the first part of your question kid, the main thing I enjoyed about being a Player was the ability that I knew by fighting on the front lines, I was saving all of you guys. That and the fact I could whip literally anything out of nowhere to attack John Smith. That was fun too... hold on a moment. I check my wristwatch, which is blinking with urgency. A voice, not at my command, spouts out of the watch:

Breaking News! A new Godmodder has been discovered terrorizing the Himalayas of Earth Prime! Analysists say -
Kid, I gotta go. Stay safe, alright? I begin dashing off and stumble out of the portal into Earth, directly in front of the Final Wall. Talking into my wristwatch again, I state the following:
Isaac, call Alastair and the rest of the Players. We've got another Godmodder on our hands.
Grabbing an enlargement ray and a smaller replica of the Alchemiter from my house before I go, I immediately book a flight to the Himalayas and begin packing. I've got work to do.

Defeat the Godmodder 2: Alchemiquest*
*May or may not have already started.

Click to shrink...

Alastair frowns, and looks at his copy of the Prophecy he once read.

Two Targets. This was not mentioned in the prophecy. One of them had to be the one he had to kill to end the cycle.

He decided that either way, he'd have to take a gamble. Sending a signal to inform D.I.G.I. of what he was doing and where to find the other target....

Alastair Dragovich set off for the Himilayas.

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After the lot of you deal with the Blue Phantoms - they were nothing compared to John Smith outside of being like a long and grueling Boss fight with some Godmodding tendencies - you notice the Godmodding energy shooting off to a specific Location. To those who keep track of where things are or take the time to look it up... you realize they're going to The Final Wall. The location of so many Godmodding Wars in the past in the 'Real World'.

You feel a deep sense of unease.... do you go?

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To those of you who aren't busy dealing with the Blue Phantoms or mysterious messages... you receive a dream instead.

You find yourself in a wide open space. The energies are wild and mixed. You feel alarmingly lucid despite being fast asleep. You notice strength return to your limbs and being....

The Strength of being a Player.

You are unable to react before a mirror appears before you. However, it is not the reflection your expecting.

It is a strange form. A Red Phantom, as it were.

"It seems things aren't quite over. This is alarming... but not unexpected," You find yourself unusually calm and contemplative. "There are two new Godmodders now. It seems the Cycle was interrupted, but a means of restarting and cheating its destruction have been found."

The Red Phantom steps to the side, revealing two locations. "Now, either spot will be an ideal target. But while the power at the Himilayas is by no means any less important..."

The depiction of the Himilayas is shrunk away and sent to the side. What remains is a depiction of The Final Wall. Due to its strange fauna and importance in Godmodding War history, it has since been declared as a nature preserve, so as to keep the area safe and quiet. A sanctuary... and a symbol of power, mourning, and a monument to the virtue of perseverance and teamwork.

And now... a Godmodder has decided to defile this sanctuary by subverting the End of the Cycle of Godmodders and then furthermore begin who knows what sort of evil plot there.

"...this area is where your power will be at its strongest. And is more pertinent to my presence, if you wish to know who and what I am."

You feel... apprehensive. And.... a bit eager.

"You know where to go."

And then you wake up.

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You then have a choice. You can combat the Blue Phantoms more even though they might be legions unending... go to the Himilayas... or...

You can continue the legacy and end things where they began.

OOC Edit: I can't believe I was missing the link to my own game! Derp.

 

[WHM Sukamia]

Well, this is a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. I think I'll go battle the Blue Phantoms for now, support my Aragami. Can we change our location later?

 

[Bill Nye]

It takes you a while, but you finally find Godmodder signatures- Wait, no. what?

None of them seem right, but you're seeing Godmodder energy readings all over the place! None of them alone are even close to John Smith's strength... except for two. One in the Himilayas, the other at the location known as The Final Wall.

Which destination shall you pick?

Click to shrink...

....huh, interesting.

Shadrix looks over at the two readings. One of them is close, the other is... semi-close. Shadrix paces around for a bit. Until he gets an idea.

I think, for now, the best course of action is to take on the Final Wall. Kirby, set course!

The ship takes off towards that direction. Shadrix walks to Bill Nye and smiles.

Alright buddy, its time to go to work.

 

[JOEbobobob]

"Stupid Bureaucracy... hm, something's different. well, the Player Powers might be useful."
On arrival to the final wall-or more specifically, as soon as I recieve the player powers again- I poke myself in the chest. cyan flames pouring over my body(which is the second body, since I apparently escaped hell), a clone steps forwards, dripping fire for a few seconds before it solidifies into a proper being; a more normal player-body. and instead of having cyan words,the eyes flash brown and the words likewise. because being JOEbob-or JObob- is just Asking to get ambushed by dozens of soldiers with a senseless grudge.
Meanwhile, the Second Body is stowed in a resilient, out of the way alcove on the Final Wall, a small glowing node of brown light hovering above it.

This all being assuming that it really was JObob who got hell'd; if it was JOEbob, then they just show up and who knows what JObob is doing.

 

[Alastair Dragovich]

Well, this is a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. I think I'll go battle the Blue Phantoms for now, support my Aragami. Can we change our location later?

Click to shrink...

....huh, interesting.

Shadrix looks over at the two readings. One of them is close, the other is... semi-close. Shadrix paces around for a bit. Until he gets an idea.

I think, for now, the best course of action is to take on the Final Wall. Kirby, set course!

The ship takes off towards that direction. Shadrix walks to Bill Nye and smiles.

Alright buddy, its time to go to work.

Click to shrink...

"Stupid Bureaucracy... hm, something's different. well, the Player Powers might be useful."
On arrival to the final wall-or more specifically, as soon as I recieve the player powers again- I poke myself in the chest. cyan flames pouring over my body(which is the second body, since I apparently escaped hell), a clone steps forwards, dripping fire for a few seconds before it solidifies into a proper being; a more normal player-body. and instead of having cyan words,the eyes flash brown and the words likewise. because being JOEbob-or JObob- is just Asking to get ambushed by dozens of soldiers with a senseless grudge.
Meanwhile, the Second Body is stowed in a resilient, out of the way alcove on the Final Wall, a small glowing node of brown light hovering above it.

This all being assuming that it really was JObob who got hell'd; if it was JOEbob, then they just show up and who knows what JObob is doing.

Click to shrink...

NOTICE: Go to this new thread if you wish to participate int he Godmodder fight at the Final Wall - https://forums.spacebattles.com/thr...welcome-character-sheets-not-required.811034/

No further updates to the (unofficial) Sequels will be held here.

 

[Moniker]

ALTERNATE REALITY: FAKE GOLDEN ENDING

OOC: This post describes what WOULD have happened in an alternate version of Reality, and so is not canon.

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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.

For a moment, everybody pauses. An uncomfortable silence settles over the group as they briefly contemplate losing their power.

Then, as though in answer, a Player-made portal appears. Out steps Valla, holding a small, solid, simple padlock. It pulses with a faint blue glow, and you immediately know that it is, of course, the physical representation of the Power Lock.

But hang on, this doesn't make sense, you don't remember |-| agreeing to give Valla the Ore of Orichalcum, but only if she signed a Godmodder-backed magically-enforced contract that temporarily deprived her of freedom to ensure you got a piece of the Power Lock when it was completed. |-|

And now, clearly, Valla has succeeded. Her face giddy with joy, she holds up the lock.

Valla: Alright. I've got it.

Valla: Let's do this, and quickly.

A few of the Players hang back. One Player has to take the lock - it can only work on one person. A few voice their objections. The decision to take the lock was |-| not contested - by ANY of the Players. Everyone agreed it was both good and necessary. |-|

That_Random_Guy steps forward first, overcoming the momentary hesitation. He'll be the one to seize the power. Walking up to Valla, he snatches the Player lock out of her hands. Her smile wavers. That_Random_Guy brings the lock up to his face... and swallows it. *gulp*

Immediately, he feels... the same. Each second feels the exact same as the last. The drain of Player Power has stopped. The Power Lock works exactly as advertised. His power will always be locked at the current level when it would otherwise decrease, and he can't lose (but can gain) more power. The Player Powers are his, and only his - forever.

But, of course, That_Random_Guy - actually, better call him Random for short - is willing to share. Only... not with her.

Random immediately whips around, blades of hardened ice appearing in his hand, shredding Valla as the last of her weakened Player Powers go away. Wounded, Valla stumbles back

Valla: What... but you promised...

Random: Ah, but now I'm FREE.

Random draws some of their limitless power inwards, charging 3 CP. Immediately, he reaches out and sends another 3-charge-attack right towards Valla, finishing her off. He still has 3 CP left. After all, he can't lose power - and CP counts, right?

The other Players watch, stunned. All except for one, Altair. Of course he would oppose this! |-| But Random saw it coming. Altair trips on a cleverly placed rock, completely ruining his surprise attack. Random smiles, and stares pointedly at Altair, giving him one last chance to stop resisting. Altair takes it. |-|

Altair: No. This isn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Altair: We need to resist him now, while we still have-

At that exact moment, the last of the Player Power leaves everybody else. They're reduced to regular humans. The brief window of opportunity is closed.

Altair: That_Random_Guy, please.

Altair: If we go down this path, it's going to be worse - for everyone.

Altair: Give up the Power Lock.

Random: Tell you what... Perhaps you're right.

Random: But we need my power, now, to restore the Planes to their proper places.

Random gestures to the Planes, still hovering in the background. Patiently waiting for their savior to put them back where they belong.

Alice: Can we still do that?

Random: Of course! My power reserves are literally infinite. Combining your remaining Godmodding power with my limitless Player Power will be MORE than enough.

Random: And then, we can do so much more. Imagine a world with immediate massive advances in technology, with unlimited food production, law of conservation of energy be damned, unlimited EVERYTHING -

Random: We can make a perfect world, a REALLY perfect world. Just like you wanted, Alice!

Alice: ...

Random: But, to assuage Altair's concerns, I PROMISE that after the first year, I will relinquish my power.

Random: Does that make you happy, Altair?

Altair: We don't have a choice, do we?

Altair: This is going to happen. It's really going to happen! And there's nothing anyone-

Random: Ahem. Swap "we" with "I", there.

Random: You seem to be the only one who's really concerned. Everybody else is in support of a world where all diseases are cured and all problems are solved. But you keep saying you stand for a world where people still starve to death. Boo hoo.

Random: I promised, right? So shut up and be happy.

Random: Now then. Let's fix Reality!

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And so Random and Alice hold hands, the other Players only watching, some more nervous than others. Alice consumed the last of her Godmodding power, thus leaving Random as the most powerful force in all Reality.

The Planes were all put in their proper place, as promised. And the Players all ended up back on Earth, despite their intentions of going elsewhere. Of course, Random would need assistants - leaders - in charge of making the world perfect! And who better than the former Players? They fought so hard, and surely they deserved it! He gave each former Player about a tenth-measure of his power (his own was preserved completely, thanks to the Lock), and gave them all their own tasks to complete in service of a new, perfect world. Piono was in charge of creating endless amounts of every type of food, all of the highest quality, and Karpinsky was in charge of creating liquids such as water and soft drinks, and of course they eventually invented the ultimate food and the ultimate drink, which tasted perfect and were the healthiest any food or drink could possibly be, and they eventually replaced all other types of food and drink and made up 100% of everybody's diet, and Daskter was in charge of the medical sciences, where he kept every single person in the world in perfect health at all times using an endless network of medical nanobots. And then everybody was always immortal all the time, as why should death be kept around in a perfect world?

And GoldHero101 was in charge of housing the rapidly expanding population, ballooning endlessly with no death and no hunger or thirst, creating and copying the Ultimate House a million billion times, a house designed to always be perfect aesthetically pleasing and just the right temperature, and indeed, with automatic systems delivering food and water, exit doors to the house were determined to be unnecessary, as you could visit your neighbors with holograms and video cameras and whatever other ways you pleased, and General_Urist was in charge of the new internet, making sure that communication between people could precede unhindered, and that bad people were found and rooted out, as a perfect world by necessity couldn't contain bad people, and why would you want to ever preserve them anyways? And RedRover was in charge of making perfect entertainment, and he soon found that he could make the Ultimate Videogame, a perfect skinner-box that always maximized dopamine extraction, perfectly addicting and perfectly satisfying, and after that RedRover's job of presiding over entertainment wasn't really necessary so instead he was in charge of surveillance, a regrettable necessity after Altair rebelled and far too many Players were found to sympathize with him and had to have their Player Powers cut off, so RedRover gave himself limitless cognitive power and always kept an eye on every person's thoughts everywhere, purging anyone with thoughts of disruption or rebellion, because wouldn't only imperfect people would ever desire to disrupt a perfect world?

And Winkins was in charge of social justice and equity, and worked closely with General_Urist to make sure that everybody was always equal, and treated equally, and always equal to everybody else, and spent his days passing thousands of new laws and regulations to ensure nobody could ever tread on anybody else's toes or hurt anybody's feelings, and JOEbob was in charge of dissenter management, where those who openly spoke out against Random could be logically and rationally convinced to either admit they were not only wrong but also stupid, or kill themselves promptly, and Bill Nye was in charge of Expansion, a glorious necessity because everything was going just so well on Earth, all the other Planes needed to be perfect too, so Bill Nye established Random's perfection world across many worlds, and teamed up with CaptainNZZZ, in charge of military matters, to make sure that everybody, EVERYBODY received perfection.

And of course, if any of these appointed Players had any troubles with their jobs, or doubts that what they were doing was right, Random himself would step in to help, as he was the leader of leaders, the head of heads, the ultimate manager and overseer of the Perfect World, and there was nobody, nobody who could challenge him. Random was the new God, and while the old God had taken a policy of noninterference, Random was not nearly so weak, and thanks to him everyone would always be happy, and Random knew that everybody was happy because he'd put the happiness drugs in the ultimate drink supply himself, and so he took joy in the perfect world he had created, as every last sentient being everywhere spent their infinite days playing their ultimate videogame and always eating and drinking the same perfect things, and every day was equally perfect in all their eternally perfect lives, and the perfection would continue forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever...



~FIN~

 

[Redrover1760]

How to derail plot 101, Entertainment Edition

Step 1: Play the Stanley Parable.

Step 2: Disobey the Narrator.

Step 4: ???

Step 3: Proft

Step 5: Something something something

Edit: don't even try it you can't stop this even my perfect cognition acknowledges this.

 

[CaptainNZZZ]

Bill Nye was in charge of Expansion, a glorious necessity because everything was going just so well on Earth, all the other Planes needed to be perfect too, so Bill Nye established Random's perfection world across many worlds, and teamed up with CaptainNZZZ, in charge of military matters, to make sure that everybody, EVERYBODY received perfection.

Click to shrink...

OOC: Ah, excellent. No complex tasks like social justice or surveillance or the Internet, just enough spawner and building entities to outnumber the stars themselves. Leaves plenty of time to create those one off entities I never got a chance to bring forth for the sake of Perfection!

 

[WHM Sukamia]

I'm assuming I ended up as one of the players who rebelled. Lol.

 

[The_Two_Eternities]

The man from MTF Omega-12. He showed up fairly early, and, besides a few flickers near the end, stuck all the way through.

But where is he now? Not fighting either of the new Godmodders, that's for sure.

However, he left a note.

I've done some things I'm not proud of. I'm sure you all have, too.
Early on, when you held fear and awe in equal measure in your hearts.
When you thought you held immunity to any tiny war crimes you might commit by accident while fighting the Godmodder and his endless armies and securing a future for all reality.
Maybe you do.

But I don't.

Click to shrink...

[a hole is burnt in the paper, three lines tall, and most of the page wide]

No.

There's always a way.

I yet live.

Click to shrink...

In the days, weeks, even months after John Smith died, rumors of the man from MTF Omega-12 are heard, if one cares to listen.

Some say he lost his innate reality bending, ripped away with his Player Powers. Some say it was merely weakened, along with his ambition. Some say it was lost, but then say that he got it back somehow.
All agree: He reached the height of his relative power sometime in the middle of the war, when several mid/high-tier entities marched to his tune. Now, he is nowhere close.

Some say he rejoined the Secure Containment of the Paranormal Foundation, welcomed with open arms. Some say that he instead joined the Global Occult Coalition, watched carefully but eventually trusted. Some say that he defected to the Chaos Insurgency, disillusioned with the Foundation and its goals.
All agree: He was not quite suited for fighting the Godmodder. Now, he is back in his element.

Some say that he is a researcher now, striving to make sense of an arbitrary world. Some say that he is a mentor, training a new generation to succeed where he failed as an agent, and perhaps even as a Player. Some say that he remains a field agent, fighting for what he believes in.
All agree: He didn't really have a purpose in the war. Now, he does.

In all likelihood, he will never again fight against a Godmodder.

And yet, it seems he is fine with that.

 

[General_Urist]

All the others have dramatic endings, but what is there to say about General Řehoř Urist? He had one ambition, the re-building of his country. And on that he know works, using the army to coordinate relief efforts. A highly respectful, but unspectacular undertaking. Barring another Godmodder-like entity somehow arising, it seems the interesting part of his story is over.