Defeat The Godmodder

[Moniker]

Karpinsky comes in with the DEATH Stasis Pod! A mysterious, unknown force pulls a copy of some things from you, and puts them in the pod...

Piono steps forward, eyes glowing a fierce, fiery red.

"No."

And then time stops.

"Alright folks, I've bought us... one, maybe two minutes tops, but that should be enough to get our affairs in order."
"First. Don't let this be the end. Whatever you do, do NOT let the allsee spectacles into the Godmodder's hands. That's the one hope I've got going for the memory I'm fighting for."
"Second, get some rezzing magic ready. If all goes well... well, this might not have to be the final farewell, I'll just put it that way."
"Lastly?"
Piono gives a grim nod.
"Give this motherGORILLA the worst time of his life when I'm gone for me."

Piono hands the ring and the mirror from his inventory over to Spicy Serious
"Take care of these for me while I'm gone, will ya?"

Click to shrink...

The world grows quiet with anticipation, and all Players watch.

This is it. This is the last super attack.

Your ring and mirror end up in the pod. Spicy_Serious has been too AFK, I'm afraid.

(Your super attack will take effect at the end of the turn, to make everyone giving you their power make sense.)

The quiet watcher steps forward, priming some of his exotic grenades.
"I second the piano-man. No."
(Action 1)He walked towards the Godmodder while time was stopped, before stopping in front of him and letting go of the grenades. (Action 2)He pulled out more and continues priming and letting go of the exotic bombs until they surrounded the Godmodder, before pulling out an anti-perfection grenade and (-5 CP) a spatial lock-down bomb, primed them and set them in front of the Godmodder's eyes. (Action 3) He stepped through a door to the allsee spectacles, and sets up one last booby-trap to catch everyone by surprise should everyone fail. Negating electrons was always a fun exotic bomb to use, after all.

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The godmodder dodges the grenades, but is too distracted to notice the trap you set! Hee hee.

Spoiler: Itinerary

It seems we're going to fight.

Here's a list of the threats, as well as what's dealing with them.
Fenix: No wait he's on our side. 1.5 million HP and 300k attack are certainly helpful, but it won't do much against this many forces.
--Counters: None. Potentially buff him?
Wall Soldier: This guy has stupid amounts of HP and is a bodyguard. Piono might deal with him, but otherwise we'll have to figure out how to distract him.
--Counters: Piono smashpost, terminatorbot pierce-through beam.
Drakken Laser Drill: Currently pointed at a nonexistant exit forcefield, it should take some time to turn around again.
--Counters: None right now, maybe turn it again or disrupt it from firing? Or repair the generators?
Shield+Gun Soldiers: These guys should Either explode or flip back to AG this turn. If not, they're a moderate threat.
--Counters: They should explode.
Suppression Tanks: These guys are an annoyance at best, as long as we keep our entities alive and stop them from attacking.
--Counters: None, but they shouldn't be too dangerous.
Level 114 Elite Soldiers: Huge HP and attack values, but no shield-piercing. Each of them will need 3 attack shields to block, and it will take a while to wear even one of them down.
Level 230 Elite Soldier: Same as the level 114 soldiers, except it'll need 4 attack shields to block and it's attack all might overpower that anyways.
--Counters: No one's blocking the elite soldiers. Someone should do that.
Latula: A lot of attacks, and way too many attack shields. There's a tiny chance she'll flip to our side if Fenix can convince her, though.
--Counters: Potentially being terminatorbot'd. Could also be convinced by Fenix to switch sides.
Horseman Of War: A mind-controlled Void entity. Freeing it would probably make it buff both sides, which would at least let our entities do a decent bit of damage.
--Counters: We can turn him back to V with anti-mind control, making him buff everyone presumably.
Elite Archangel: Lots of attack power, and a resurrect special. Tiny chance to be flipped, however, and only a moderate amount of health.
--Counters: We're going to try to anti-mind-control it.
Anti-Player Snipers: Huge damage against players, but luckily player invulnerability would stall them.
--Counters: We're invulnerable right now.
Swarm Soldiers: They can disable 7 players if they aren't damaged a bunch. That's not very fun.
--Counters: None right now.
Elite Dropship: Exponential snowballing is brutal. This thing needs to die.
--Counters: NONE RIGHT NOW. KILL IT!
Medic Unit: Lots of healing, but they can't heal things if we instakill them.
--Counters: We seem to be going for one-shots right now.
Anti-Player Auto Turrets: They can't fire on players if they aren't vulnerable. Which requires entities.
--Counters: We're invulnerable right now.

Here's the current planned actions:
*Piono is likely to smash the wall soldier along with a bunch of other soldiers.
*The Shield+Gun Soldiers should be being exploded or converted right now.
*Mind-Control is being nullified to free the Horseman of war to give us attack buffs and free the Archangel to do some attacking and defending.
*The Terminatorbot is being resurrected to both do a laser blast and maybe to give us extra entity count.

Here's what still needs to be done:
*We need to stall the Level 114 and Level 230 Elite Soldiers with attack blockers.
*The Elite Dropship needs to die before we face snowballing swarm soldiers.

Free Action: I note the 5 minutes is a hollywood countdown, which means it should have a few seconds remaining at the end of next round. That should mean that by his word, the Godmodder can't attack us next round while we figure out what to do. Hey, we'll probably fail all our actions and then panic off into the multiverse anyways, Godmodder.

Free Action 2: Hey Fenix, if by some miracle Piono actually comes through for this, you need to challenge the Elite Dropship to a duel and then hit it with all of your attacks. Yes, I want you to challenge a dropship to a duel. Otherwise, you won't be able to hit it hard enough to kill it.

Free Action 3: I point out that the Drakken Laser Drill is pointed the wrong way, aiming at a bank exit forcefield that doesn't exist. Thus, it'll need to be reaimed, and if I know my Starcraft (or Google it), the biggest weakness of the Drakken Laser Drill is that its rotation speed is horrid.

Free Action 4: I point out that as the Shield Soldiers and Gun Soldiers have betrayed our forces, their equipment should explode, killing them instantly.

Free Action 5: Since we've established that all communication between players is a free action, I tell IOn that the Charmzard wouldn't affect their entities if they were all brought onto the Bank field. In addition, your forces would be able to fight off a massive enemy army, with the help of one of our players who is sacrificing himself to obliterate much of his forces.

Action 1: So, you're saying that we can just book it off to any random corner of reality, right? Well, I'm actually 5 people, for some reason (except when I'm not). So, I think one of me should head off into distant space to meet up with the contact that first assigned us this mission.

I'll go. I'm probably the weakest member of the team in a direct fight. My whole trick is stealth, but this isn't a stealth mission.

I open a portal to let one of our team retreat to the distant plane of reality where our benefactor is located. Let's just call him the God of Strategy for now, to protect his anonymity. He might not even be a true god, but he's nearly as powerful.

You're back? I thought the Godmodder had killed you, and found a way to keep you from returning!

He did. But, we made enough of a mess inside of his Afterlife that he now wants us to leave. But he's decided to let us flee to distant planes to escape his wrath, so I took the opportunity to regroup with you. We need your aid, desperately.

In what way?

We need an army. The Godmodder found the location of a legendary weapon that would give him the ability to one-shot anything in existance effortlessly, and though we're currently lined up to stop him, he's brought in a significant chunk of his real-world army into this sector of reality to secure the artifact. We simply lack the power to bring them all down. But, if you bring in your forces, we might stand a chance.

My forces won't last long. What enemies a present?

I show the God of Strategy the current field stats list and our developed itinerary and strategy.

So, it seems you might have a chance here, with my aid. Alright, I'm sending in everything I've got.

While he remains with the God of Strategy to discuss the potential for further aid, I remain on the field and begin concentrating on something.

Then, about 10 seconds later, a massive armada arrives in "space" high above the battlefield. The ships are almost pitch-black, and are fairly ugly, optimized for combat rather than for aesthetics. At the lead of the armada is a massive Harvester Engine, a miles-long cylindrical hull with six giant rings partially composed of energy stationed above its midsection, and a massive orb of strange energy at its bottom. Around it are about 30 Disrupter-Class Cruisers, large warships with a multitude of crystalline balls scattered at various corners throughout their frame.

Alright, Godmodder. I was willing to overlook you and merely send some of my associates against you, but now that you threaten to acquire an object that would grant you ultimate power, I'm going to stop you. Even if I lose here today, you will have killed but an Avatar of my true form, and I will continue to oppose you.

The Harvester Engine rotates downwards, aiming its bottom-most section directly at the Godmodder and his forces. Then, it fires. Meanwhile, it's Disrupter-Class Cruisers dive away, streaking towards the main battlefield.

Normally, a Harvester Engine is designed merely to siphon away dead souls on nearby planetary bodies. But the God of Strategy has found a way to amplify its collection power into a beam that can tear apart the souls of anything in it's path. Rather than scatter its energy among the Godmodder incredibly overpowered army for negligible effect, he's aimed it in a focused beam directed straight at the Godmodder.

Though the Godmodder's souls are all stored in a Soul Orb that is clearly in his secret unfindable stronghold, the power from those souls needs to reach his body somehow. Though the souls themselves are out of reach, their power streams aren't. The Godmodder's power is pulled away from him, weakening him significantly as long as the beam is locked onto him. He's going to have to stop the Harvester Engine's beam before anything else.

That's slightly complicated by the Harvester Engine's elaborate defenses. First, it's charged arcane energy barrier directly counters any incoming attacks by countering the forces and energy in them using the energy stored in the ship's reactor. This reactor, in addition to being powered by the souls of many mortals (which, admittedly, is barely equal to one Player Soul), has a secondary antimatter reactor component that is capable of generating energy as fast as needed until the ship's antimatter reserves are depleted. An attack would have to have more power than the Harvest Engine's reactors can output to even get through, and even attacks that get through are significantly weakened before impacting the craft's enchanted adamantium armor.

Secondly, the Harvester Engine releases six Spheres of Annihilation as defensive measures. These Spheres will intercept incoming energy streams or physical attacks and annihilate them, completely nullifying the attacks. If the Godmodder himself tried to smash his way through them, they'd likely carve out significant chunks of his health bar on contact.

Lastly, the God of Strategy's Avatar is present on board the ship. It's only about half of his true power, but it's still a sizeable challenge for the Godmodder, wielding an array of save-or-suck spells to debuff the Godmodder and defending itself with an even more massive array of defenses. If the Godmodder closes to board the ship, or even just gets within a few kilometers and enters the Avatar's spell range, it will assault the Godmodder until it is destroyed.

But though such a powerful warship is only a mild inconvenience to the Godmodder, it's not the primary element of the attack. Instead, the Disrupter-class Cruisers are. While the Harvester Engine draws the Godmodder's attention, they dive into the main fight, closing to an extremely close range of a kilometer before unleashing their firepower, in the form of numerous streams of black disruption lightning that are focused against the Mythic-Tier Elite Soldiers. They then continue to close until they're closer than the other AG forces, flying overhead of their army and posing the most immediate threat.

The Wall Soldier's ability activates, causing it to absorb all of the damage. With it's massive health pool, it doesn't feel a thing from the entire armada's massive assault. But, the non-damage aspect of the attacks arcs around its defensive measures and hits the Elite Soldiers. They don't take any significant damage from it either, but suddenly find their energy being drained and disrupted. If this continues, soon they'll be unable to attack at all! They need to strike back!

The Elite Soldiers use their incredibly overpowered weapons to fire on the Disrupter-class Cruisers. The cruisers, when fired on, are forced to stop firing and devote all of their reactor power to their charged arcane energy barrier defenses. And though their reactors are strong, they aren't as strong as the reactors on the Harvester Engine, and sustained fire from the Elite Soldiers is capable of bringing them down. Still, they're outmatched.

Wait a minute, why isn't the OP Scale stopping these Disrupter-class Cruisers? How are the results of a single player action capable of summoning a force of ships powerful enough to go toe-to-toe with the Godmodder's Mythic-Tier Elite Soldiers and not be instantly obliterated?

I've studied the OP Scale. It's a strange property that is designed to limit the power levels of the Godmodder's opponents so that he's always the most powerful force around, and the surprise arrival of something like my armada is a negligible threat to him. But it has it's flaws. I've found multiple ways to get around it, and I'm using all of them right here.

First off, the Harvester Engine, despite being an incredibly powerful asset, is in this case being used solely to attack the Godmodder. For some reason, the Godmodder does not use the OP scale to protect himself against attacks, likely because he generally doesn't care how powerful an incoming attack is anyways. And he's not wrong, the Harveseter Engine won't last that long, being little more than a diversion.

But as for the Disrupter-Class Cruisers, they're not actually there. No, they're from my Shadow Armada, a dummy force that doesn't actually exist, created entirely out of shadow illusions. They're just real enough to disrupt opposing systems without causing damage, and that combined with their short range is enough to turn them into high-priority targets for the enemy.

Action 2: I create a Overkill Reflect Barrier that reflects any damage a Player suffers past their Mortally Wounded State, and add it to the collective inventory here. Thus, if the Godmodder tries to go for a one-shot on one of us, any excess damage will reflect back into him and hurt him.

Action 3: Hey look, it's Jotaro! And he's Standing in front of the vault, in the path of the Drakken Laser Drill's shot! Now the Drakken Laser Drill can't do anything because Star Platinum is in the way, and the Drakken Laser Drill can't harm Star Platinum due to not being a Stand user (and no, mounting it on a pedestal won't count). And if someone dares to attack Jotaro while he's just Standing there innocently, he'll stop time, have Star Platinum phase through the attacker's body and rip out all their internal organs or other weak points, and then have Star Platinum move back to his original position in the path of the Drakken Laser Drill before time resumes. He REALLY wants to just have a vacation right here, and no one's going to stop him.

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To FA1: The godmodder points out that he's not going to hesitate now that you've attacked first.

To FA2: Fenix: If you say so...

To FA4: They won't explode until FlamingFlapjacks triggers their explosion!

To FA5: Ion is gone! You could only communicate with them while they were on the field!

As you try to teleport away to the god of strategy, you find yourself unable to leave this field! The portal to the HEXAGONAFIELD, you notice, has become one-way... this place can only be entered, not left! You do manage to at least update the god of strategy on the situation, but you don't use the 1-up because - no conditional actions!

The Godmodder: You chose Option 1. You can't leave.

Jotaro gets killed by the trap the_quiet_watcher set! Dang. The trap got used up, too!

I should have 3 CP. You must've lost track.

"I stand by the people denying you."
To the other players: We're going to need to chain actions if we want to survive. Anyone using an action will need to build on someone else's, and all actions but chain enders will need to have hooks for another action to build off.

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Whoops! 3 CP added.

I'm not going to be giving up!

I use all of my actions to make a negative hp shield around my base, and order my upgrade center to upgrade my fabricator build rate.

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You get a negative HP shield set up around the base! The enemies medics eye it carefully...

... ... I ... I didn't realize how serious this is... It seems the best course of action for me is to give Piono ALL of my CP! I can just get them back anyway

...godspeed Piono... I will remember you... from your first battle to now...

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ALL CP to Piono for his super attack!

Can he do it? Everyone sure hopes so.

Spoiler: Honestly Pointless Entity Stuff

"...damn, the Godmodder has a surprisingly Player focused God-Hunting Squadron, seriously that's quite a lot of abilities and attacks focused around countering Players to be sending after minor gods." I nervously mutter. Perhaps some of the truly creative Players will come up with something brilliant but honestly...I can't do anything here. At least I should be able to save the Hellfire Crystal Golem from death here, sending the Hellfire Crystal Golem back to the HEXAGONAFIELD will just get it shoved into the DEATH Stasis Pod but that's better than nothing.

Reaching into the Hellfire Crystal Golem's flaming mind I carefully add the memories and magical skills of a Rune Caster, a capable rune user with a focus on buffing, protective wards, and special abilities. A specialized engineer/researcher who I wish I created a long time ago. (x3)

On top of inserting the EMP into a hollow internal section of the Hellfire Crystal Golem's body shielded from detection I add the Planeswalker Gift, an innate ability to bring itself and others to other dimensions. It'll no doubt burn out after one or two uses when going against shielded dimensional barriers but one go is all that's needed. Combine it with the EMP to disrupt the DEATH Stasis Pod's systems and the Dimensional and Space Emergency Button which Rotaz has and maybe, just maybe, they'll get my entities out of the DEATH Stasis Pod. (3 CPs)

As a final measure I include a modified version of a device conceived by both Undead Einstein and Rotaz based off of rough designs the Techmarines created. A planned addition to the Mysterious Tower called the Phase-Shift Cloak it would act as a special ability, allowing the Mysterious Tower to put itself and anything inside of it into an almost untouchable state of made up of being intangibility, being temporally out of sync with reality, being in a small pocket dimension shielded from intrusion, and finally being wrapped in a bubble that subtly redirects attention elsewhere it's a pretty effective device formed over many turns by several entities of varying age. While the original form is impossible by changing it to a one use version tucked inside of a tiny tower that can grow to full size with Rotaz's command it should make a decent shelter for my entities even if its Phase-Shift Cloak is limited in its operational duration. (3 CPs)

Drawing even deeper into my reserves I telekinetically launch the item packed Hellfire Crystal Golem through the portal to the HEXAGONAFIELD before the Player Phase ends and the PG forces wipe the field, sending it through with a note for Rotaz and a command to get itself into the DEATH Stasis Pod whether by the Godmodder sending it there or even just trying to physically enter it itself. (1 CP)

Spoiler: Note For Rotaz

Well now hasn't it been a wild ride Rotaz, being Neutral is about as pointless as being a pacifist in between two charging armies. Pardon my poor humour but when Operation: Gamma Alpha SYS is a go then, well, you understand. I want no disobedience Rotaz, curse me all you want with a dozen cybernetic beaks but Get Away, Save Your Selves wouldn't be activated if I felt it could be helped. Use the EMP and Planeswalker Gift the Hellfire Crystal Golem brought in coordination with the the Dimensional and Space Emergency Button (change the target from its default though) to get out of the DEATH Stasis Pod and to whatever obscure reality all of you can survive in and deploy the modified Phase-Shift Cloak. My final order is to SURVIVE, focus all your efforts to remaining unseen and avoiding conflict.

This is no time for heroics Rotaz...I don't care if I'm dying to the Godmodder in excruciating pain, my command stands. I will keep some of my entities alive, being mine will finally not be a death sentence! There will be no build up and dramatic return to the HEXAGONAFIELD or massive entity jail break from the DEATH Stasis Pod with these items...just...just follow my will just this once! After everything I've put into entities I won't let it be in vain.

...Please.

With that out of the way, time to use what CPs I still have to be as troublesome as I can to the Godmodder. What am I if not a nuisance?



Oh my dear Godmodder, are you seriously relying on mind controlled entities to bolster your forces. With Piono going all out the Godmodder's attention should be drawn enough away for me to work unimpeded, the Godmodder Wall Soldier bodyguarding is nice and all but status effects seem pretty effective at bypassing mere bodyguards.

Pulling out a omnidirectional beacon I down the device into the ground, feeding it most of my remaining CPs as it blankets its surroundings and all the Players and entities in the area in ethereal waves of energy. Of course they're harmless...no that's not right, they're less than harmless. You see all the beacon does is constantly surge its ethereal energy through the minds and bodies around it, enhancing the underlying mind with various purification and mental restart methods. Now normally this makes people alert and wipe away mental obstructions like fear but when the effect happens to encounter a foreign presence in the mind it, well, disrupts and potentially purges that foreign presence. Fortunately it's not like the Godmodder has any mind controlled entities under his command. (3 CPs)

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You spend your CP upgrading the Hellfire Crystal Golem, and he joins the others in the DEATH stasis pod! Perhaps he'll manage to escape it, perhaps not. Hopefully, you'll see him again...

Your beacon begins to send pulses through the field. You can see something in the horseman's and archangel's eyes stirring...

x15 CP: Sent to Piono for his big nasty attack.
A+B+C: Revive Terminatorbot.

The girl throws all of her CP at Piono, and what little she knows is transmitted directly into his mind via Omniglot, not quite understanding much other than that there's an immense gravity to this situation.

She grabs Fenix's hand, nervous, standing over the Terminatorbot-or rather, its ashes, pitiful but loyal. She feels kind of bad that it got nuked. especially since its immense attack value would be very well spent now... She still has three actions. Perhaps...

"Operator, the TerminatorBot's attack value is... Sufficient, if it was restored," Omniglot quips. 'Sufficient' indeed.

Her spine ripples with power as she nods-one may note that it's clearly glowing white despite being buried beneath her dark gray suit, which makes it very obvious. From her back, an odd energy-colorless, almost without presence, but not without potency, seeps through the very air, warping time itself around the 'pathetic useless pile of Terminatorbot ash'

The Terminatorbot remembers the cute kitten that those machinegun turrets endangered. Somehow. Despite being a robot, and also a pile of ash. It remembers the cute kitten! It remembers why it wanted to fight and also is kind of mad that it got killed before it could! And also, the bank is in danger! Conveniently resolving quite a few moral issues and complaints of its, and blostering its morale further! It can't let the ultimate treasure of the Bank of Actions fall in the hands of the Godmodder!

It also helps that it is literally having its physical body-but not its very real, very good soul, brought into being by sheer love of a cute kitten-reshaped into its proper form at that very minute. In fact, it is being reshaped as if the damage that destroyed it had never occured-unwinding the past, if you would, but only by a little. Only one turn, when its attack is fully charged, when it still stands with enough HP to attack one last time, if nothing else, to get one last shot off and both fulfill its duty and fulfill the spirit of the Cute Kitten.

The girl's power leaves the Terminatorbot awash in a glow of white. Its power core-formerly empowered only by the Bank of Actions and its now dead generator-is now filled with a new power that can carry it on until the day it 'dies!' (in quotes because robot death is complicated) This new power, is the power of LOVE FOR A CUTE KITTEN! As the girl is finished, she and the Terminatorbot both jointly realize it is hardly in perfect fighting condition and liable to be wiped out fast by anything that can actually harm it.

Granted, it is also immune to direct damage, and attack shield/blocker/redirector/absorber ignorant, and bodyguard/bodyblock ignorant as well.

The girl smiles, just a little, still holding Fenix's hand.

The girl orders the Terminatorbot, if it is functional enough to attack, to aim to aim its cannon and fire its attack directly at Latula's position, unless things conspire such that Latula somehow turns AG, which the girl doesn't foresee but it could happen before the Terminatorbot can act, in which case, the Level 230 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier will become a Level 230 Elite Terminatorbot casualty.

"All allied entities, please aid the Terminatorbot in preparing to fire and devastate the enemy entities with your actions this round, if you would." Omniglot says.

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Bad Death Man is slapped away!

The Terminatorbot manages to seize some fragment of will, thinking of... all the dead cute kitties! What injustice! This can't be allowed to stand!

Ressurection magic wreaths the Terminatorbot's ash...

And, after everything the Terminatorbot is safely resurrected! ...As some pathetic, fragile shadow of its former self... it needs time to charge its attack!

Godspeed, Pionoman. I'm pretty new and don't know you very well, but good luck, and thank you for your Ultimate Sacrifice.
[x2 Tazz Helping]
I walk over to the Terminatorbot, and place my hand on it, touching the Armor that makes it up if Tazz is done yet, or just a pile of Actions if not. I concentrate, and then SLAPP BAD DEATH MAN. Bad Death Man immediately flies away from the Terminatorbot, for he is wary of slapps. This leaves the Terminatorbot's Soul unreaped and makes revival much easier.
[x1 Notes]
I scan the Soulraze army's metal and memorize the schematics and makeup of it. For later. Heh.

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You briefly memorize the schematics of the exact gear the Soulraze army uses. It isn't anything special, just really generic indestructium.

I send Pionoplayer all my stored CP.

"Godsend, you madman of a saint. Your statue will be at least as big as Gary Stu's"

I then send Pionoplayer 3 CP from my 3 actions (this will likely be edited)

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All CP and power goes to Pionoplayer!

Eyowe, as obligations go, gives his remaining 8 CP to Piono, the former watching the latter in his defiant stand against the unfair wall of entities lying in front of him. Much reverence alone is insufficient in honoring the name of Piono.

Eyowe then, with 3 actions, aids in recreating the Terminatorbot.

First off, Eyowe recounts how many cute, innocent kittens were killed in the many assaults done by the PG forces. Horrible, right?

Then, with moral support in the form of cheerleading in nightrobe, Eyowe encourages the Terminatorbot with a swarm of "You can do it!"

((tfw this was supposed to be a dramatic defiance against CP requirement for this stuff and now Terminatorbot V4: Hellkite Phoenix will never be a thing))

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More and more power to Pionoplayer...

+15 CP to Piono from me

(1x) I meditate on the upcoming Battle....
(2x)And with my Buffness and the Space Vial granting my strikes immense Force,i engage a Multi-Punch Combo on the Elite Dropship

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Piono's action is boosted all the further...

Meditation clears your mind temporarily. It almost - almost - distracts you from the very real prospect of death.

The Godmod Wall Soldier gets in the way! You deal a measly 50,000 damage to its giant, hulking self!

It's been a good run Pionoman... a great run even... take this. Make your last move a brilliant display.... Rage Piono! Rage against the Dying Light! And just remember.... All of us have died once already yeah? So we'll meet again on the other side.
Wait for us there. Now Here!
19 CP +1 action to Piono.
I move to make sure your effort is not in vain!
1 CP: I nod at the Terminatorbot.... and set the kittten upon its shoulder, filling it with courage!
1 CP: I prepare to throw my body in the way of the massive laser. When it fires, I will bodyblock the shot.

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Pionoplayer powers up... even... MORE...!

The Terminatorbot is FULL OF COURAGE!

You prep to block any surprise attacks from the Drakken Laser Drill! The godmodder seems to be ignoring it... FOR NOW.

Focus: Magic

After quickly converting my player power to DND spells, I repeatedly cast "Resurrection" on the Terminatorbot. I also cast heal a few times too on the Terminatorbot. Lets do this.

Action 3: Fight!

I go around the wall and kick it by its backside, yelling "DONALD TRUMP FAILED" and banging a Mexican flag against it.

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Not the wall's favorite political candidate! 55,000 damage!

The Godmodder is going down. There is always PLAN B.

tCP: 23+3

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Are you suuuuuuurrrreeee?

A bright orange light surrounds Kyle, before quickly separating. A more ethereal version of him, wielding an IPad and typing furiously apparates onto the field.

??? -
"Oh hey, that actually worked. Good."

Kyleruler -
"Who are you and why did you just separate from my body?"

User -
"Just call me the User, Kyle. I am basically your inner conscience, and helped you decide what moves you made and such. Right now though, we've got bigger problems - like... um, that.

I'm in no direct danger, but you guys definately are. I don't want you all to die, so... um, yea.
Team?

Kyleruler - Eh, sure. Team.

[User will now assist Kyleruler in his actions.]

Focus -
Artifact Case C is Polychronic, then. Poly is many, one is mono. They're opposites.
As for Artifact Case F, the planet Earth in my home dimension, at this second. There are currently no Bank of Action branches anywhere near me.

Finally, we charge 1 CP.
Total CP - 6
Spellblade - [||||||||||] 6/10

Current Orders:

Heal yourself with Soothing Waters, why not.

Fire — — — — x — — — —Water
Air — — — — x — — — — Earth

Spoiler: Attacks:

Fire - Flamethrower
Launches a beam of fire at an enemy for moderate damage. May burn them if susceptible.

Fire Unleash - Inferno
A ray of firey death strikes the enemy it's aimed at for high damage, burning the enemy in the process.

Water - Soothing Waters
Gives an ally of choice about a 10th of it's HP back, capping at 20K health restored a turn to prevent OPness.

Water Unleash - Torrent
The Relic lets out a minor flood, healing all AG entities and damaging all PG ones for minor amounts.

Air - Wind Slash
Attacks one enemy for mild damage, BUT ignores any minor attack shield, block, or dodge because it goes at the speed of... well, lightning.

Air - Thunderstorm
A bolt of lightning strikes the enemy down for moderate damage, piercing any form of defense the target may have.

Earth - Tremor
Deals mild damage to a max of three entities within a short range.

Earth - Earthquake
Works like the Pokémon move. Deals moderate damage to any ground troop within the area, even ones that are AG.

Spoiler: Auras - LOCKED

Let's be honest, I doubt I'll ever get these up. It's been 60 pages.

Click to shrink...

Polychronic is correct! The case opens up... you get...

The TIME ACCELERATOR! It fast-forwards an ally or enemy entity 10 turns in the future! Use it on an enemy entity, get 10 immediate turns of damage-over-time effect right then and there! Use it on an ally entity, get 10 turns of snowballing/special charging/what have you without blinking an eye! 1 use only! Doesn't work on plot-related entities.

The Time Accelerator goes straight to the DEATH Stasis Pod.

"INCORRECT! Though Earth's economic development may have been crippled by the godmodder's destruction, the Bank of Actions still has a small location on Ground Zero to serve the Players fighting there - if they can find it."

I join the Cult of the Cube and agree to the cult action.

Spoiler

Severed hand, Soulflayer hand, Sharpened Soulrazer Chunk
Voodoo Doll, HP^Sword, Old Control Panel (RGB buttons)

Spoiler

The Third Eye grants 2 abilities: Seen Through Their Eyes and Cut Through the Lies.
Seen Through Their Eyes allows you to select 2 people, Person A and Person B. Person A is the "giver", and his memories will be searched for whatever you want to see, from their perspective. Person B is the "recipient", and they will see the memories. Neither person can be yourself, and its entirely possible for one or the other of the two selected to dodge/run away and get out of it - you'll almost definitely need to hold them in place.
Meanwhile, Cut Through The Lies can detect if a statement is a lie or true - "technically" false of true rules apply. It also detects entire statements, rather than specific pieces of a statement. It isn't very advanced. It also needs to be "primed" before usage (EX: Ask an NPC a question, then state in your post that you "Cut Through the Lies" on their response.).

Debt:
Karp: 3
JOE: 7
Piono: 4

[5cp]

I use 8 CP to craft a legendary shotgun out of the Sharpened Soulrazer Chunk and some spare parts I find lying around.

Spoiler: I create the Shocking Shieldrazer!

Item:
When used to attack, the attack is split into 100 attacks. Each attack only does 1 damage, irregardless of the attacker's actual base damage.

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You join the Cult of the Cube! Or, you would, if JOEbob was around. He needs to induct you into the cult himself, and you can't use the cult action unless the cult is together! A house divided, after all...

You create the Shocking Shieldrazer! Note that using this on the godmodder may result in less-than-advertised damage. Also, it only attacks 20 times.

I put an attack blocker on the level 230 soldiers

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You place an attack blocker on each! That's enough to block one-third of their total attacks!

Right, 3 CP stored, 3 from this turn, 6 total. I can make use of it.

5 CP: to heck with mind control!
I see Captain NZZZ working to break the Horseman of War and the Archangel out of the Godmodder's control. Good effort, but I'd like to give a little boost just in case. Specifically to the Archangel, since it's a true AG entity and is pretty dang powerful! To follow up on the captain's Beacon, now that is has partially cleared the mind of the Archanger, I put down my own Subconsciousness Transmitter. This nifty gadget uses technobabble to communicate directly to the mind of a second person. I train it on the Archangel.

Now I'm no man of faith, in fact I'm a card-carrying atheist. But I can hide that well enough. Through the transmitter I communicate to the Archangel passages from the Bible and from other holy scriptures, ones which describe how a good Christian should behave. And after each and every passage, I put into the Archangel's mind a very clear image that shows exactly why the Godmodder is an exact opposite of that particualr Christian virtue! This fills the Archangel with a new awareness and a righteous holy fury, one which not even the Godmodder's mind control can keep in check! No doubt, it will break free and fight on our side once more!

1 CP: keeping the portal steady:
Some of our comrades on the Hexagonafield want to send us stuff, even now. Thus, the Portal to the hexagonafield should be kept open. I go over to the portal and set up a bunch of magical wards that will resist attempts to close the portal by force, as well as make the portal naturally endure longer.

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CP not spent - this is shenanigans! The archangel is beginning to shake free more and more... the godmodder's mind magic tightens, but no... it has to fulfill its duty! Can it...? CAN IT!?

The portal is held open... just a few seconds longer... the Players on the HEXAGONAFIELD might have one last chance to flee, if they can just seize it!

Ah, that random /quote... General Urist, you're going to mess up my formatting!

The MTF member runs around screaming. Was it the Level 230 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier? Was it the ten Anti-Player Snipers? Was it the real Godmodder? Was it Medic Unit #14?!? Wait, what? No! It wasn't Medic Unit #14! He has like zero thousand HP! And he can't even deal damage!

3 actions: I charge 3 CP.

For lack of a better plan, I send Pionoplayer all my CP.

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All CP sent to Pionoplayer. What can you do?

After a few moments of thinking I step up with the others and ready my Spear of Lightning.

"Well, If we're going to die then we may as well do so on our own terms instead of the Godmodder hunting us down for sport at their own leisure."

After saying that I then transfer all of my CP over to Pionoplayer as he seems to have something in the works. "Well, I hope whatever it is your going to do will work." I say to Pionoplayer. (19 + 3 CP sent to help charge Pionoplayer's attack.)

"Good luck, Everyone."

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All CP to Piono! You have a lot of faith in him...

Actions 1, 2, and 3: I prepare the Extractor. When possible, the Extractor will extract Objects from the DEATH Stasis Pod and send them to their corresponding players. It does this through a mixture of particle beams applying energy, cold plasma fields with ripples, good old vacuum suction, and quantum mechanics. Questions about how this thing works may be answered by the manufacturers, i.e. me.
3 CP

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You prep the Extractor! It can do sorting, but to actually get INTO the DEATH Stasis Pod, you'll need something more.

And... even if you had that... even if you had everything inside that pod...

...would it really make a difference?

Alright folks, 2 days and 24 thousand words later, I have completed it, the second longest DTG post ever created. And hopefully one of the best.

For those of you who don't want to read the whole thing I have ranked the sections by how good they are and how important they are to read.

A Final OOC Message (Please read whether you care about my attacks or not)
Unnamed Opener (Very Important)
The Recent Past Is Recalled (Very Important)
Terminatus (Very Important)
The Distant Future Is Remembered (Not Important but still good)
Bypass (Not Important but still good)
The Impossible (Not Important but still good)
Omnicide (Good and important but also the longest section)
Fade (Decent)
Let's Get This Party Started (Decent)
And Then There Were Many (Decent but long winded)
The Kill Word (Meh)
And Now The Present Is Restored (Meh)
Power Up (Bleh)
Worldshatter (Probably the most longwinded section though not the longest, but not as bad as it was going to be)

Now...

ALL CP expended:
MORTAL STRIKE!

Piono sighs as the Godmodder realizes what's happened and the timestop abruptly shatters. Piono turns to face the Godmodder. "You know something? Once upon a time I thought there was a chance of things turning out okay. I thought, in my naive un-prepared mind, that everything would turn out alright in the end. That God, or whatever power created this Multiverse would be willing to step in and stop the chaos, to do something about all the damage you've dealt."
"But not anymore."
"God isn't real. At least, not capital G god. All there is the small gods. The ones who claim to divinity that is not theirs. The ones who aspire to godhood but fall ever far short of it. The ones who wish themselves gods to fix the world's wrongs but sit and wait for nothing to happen. The people like you, who put themselves up in a position of power, and use it to crush every ounce of hope and light and life out of others that they can."
"Do you know what my title is? My official, given by the great powers of reality, title is? It's not destroyer, that is a title given only by my home."
"I've had many names throughout my time on this mortal coil. I've been called Traitor, Killer, Murderer, Salvation, Messiah, Chef, Craftsman, Teacher, Helper, Friend, Lover, Breaker, Builder, Worker, Vagrant, Hobo, King, Tyrant and many, many others. The list goes on and on. But there is one title, one title above all others that stands in my mind. A testament to who I am and what I've accomplished."
"My name is Piono. And I am the Godslayer."
"And you are hardly God."

Let's Get This Party Started

And as soon as he's finished saying that, he splits. I don't mean he leaves, that would be a sort of dumb thing to do at this point, no, he does the thing where he becomes multiple people. First there are three of him, then five, then ten, then more. The Pionos fill up the room, crowding the other players away from the front, filling the room, even as narrative causality demands that the room remain big enough for everyone to fit.
More and more Pionos, and as the Pionos continue to duplicate some of them begin to change. Not all of the Pionos look exactly the same. Some of them wear armor, others glow with power, several are encircled with wraps made of glowing runes of various colors, some wear capes, others wear cloaks and hoods, some of them are dressed in blue and red, and others in all the colors of the rainbow, even beyond the meager spectrum which the human eye can see. One of them glows with the power of godhood, one of them has the head of a cat, and as the room fills out, the diversity spreads.
"I suppose at this point the secret of my timecloning technique is becoming apparent, while I am summoning myself, it is not myself in the strictest sense. Using Ircucvci, my chosen sword, I call upon the remnants of myself from alternate timelines, eventualities and chains of events that never were, and never will be. Ones that might have been, and ones that in some strange manner of circumstances, are. All of them massive arrangements of of potential, locked behind a gate that most people will never open up."
"And with Ircucvci I can cut the lock right off, bringing more of myself to participate within this eventuality, to aid me in my time of desperation, and to make all those who stand in my way fall in a crushing wave of death. Few people have fought as hard as you Godmodder, but I know that there's a limit, even to your power, and I aim to find it before this action is through."
The various Pionos begin to don further armor, different styles and powers being put on display all throughout the crowd as the arrival of new Pionos slows and stops. There is plate metal, scale armor, leather gear, no no don't look at speedo piono who let him in here anyways, there's magic woven of pure magic, and another built of metallicized starlight. Crystals and gold, ornamental or purely utilitarian. And just as the armor shows all kinds of diversity, the Pionos begin to arm themselves. While the center Piono brandishes his iconic sword, the various other Pionos pull out weapons from within the pocket dimensional inventory. Rifles, swords, axes, polearms, a few even hop onto armed vehicles. A massive submarine with wings appears, breaking another hole in the ceiling which crumbles down and is vaporized by runic bolts cast from a staff. An array of swords flips out and hovers in the air behind one warrior, and yet another flips out several robotic arms to reveal a variety energy weaponry.
They all stand at the ready, an entire army of Players, called from other timelines, ready to take on the Godmodder in one, final, stand.
Prime!Piono lifts his sword, and points it at the Godmodder's forces. "Godmodder, from each and every timeline where you are a despicable being with nothing better to do with his life than ruin reality for all the people who have legitimate causes and feelings, we say this."
"Get GORILLAd."
And the army surges forward. There is, of course, the particular problem of the Godmodder's Wall Soldier being in the way, but that's not actually going to stop the Pionos because he's the target. Energy bolts and lightning-fast sword strikes slam into the forcefield being projected by the Wall Soldier, hitting it from every angle and in every manner. Every Piono taking one hit, then backing off, only to pop up somewhere else and hit the shield again, in a slightly different manner.
The reason for this probably isn't obvious at first, especially since the light and sound of the entire onslaught is deafening, blinding, it discourages all attempts to view or understand what is going on behind the scenes because of the cacophony of light and noise that it sends careening through the room.
But the Godmodder can see, he's the Godmodder. Well, he can sort of see. He can see the massive ebb and flow of angry warriors, he can see through the smoke and the dust and the sparks, and what he sees confuses him.
The Pionos don't seem to be trying to destroy the shield. They seem to be… intentionally bouncing off of it. Every strike is perfectly positioned so as to set off ripples in the shield that spread out and ripple with the others, and, believe it or not, STRENGTHEN the shield.
But far at the back, something the Godmodder cannot see, is what several Pionos in lab coats are doing. Rather than weapons, they wield pens and paper, directional microscopes, tools of scrying and all manner of information gathering apparatuses. And they are compiling information on the shield, with every strike their understanding grows more and more complete, they plug things into a shared computer to keep track, and their data grows and grows…
Finally, the Godmodder gets tired of this nonsense, and orders his soldiers to open fire, and then the second line of Pionos steps forward, shields of all kinds slamming down into the cold floor of the bank of actions, throwing up forcefields, wards and all manner of defensive structures, just to hold back the barrage.
But it isn't enough, shots make it through, and the various Pionos start to poof as they are hit by the projectiles as they begin to make it through. Every Piono returning to the nonexistence of their own timeline. And with each pop, the primary Piono flinches, feeling their brief moment of intense pain.
But he steadies himself, and slams his sword point-down into the floor of the room. It's time for phase 2.

Power Up

Piono waves his hands through the air, and as he weaves them into a small circle, a portal opens up. If anyone had been paying attention before, they would recognize the location on the other side of it as the interior of Piono's inventory. Slowly, an array of items float through it. They circle around Piono at roughly chest height, and form a ring, each of the artifacts crackling with power.
The items are, several clear glass spheres, a piece of chalk and a scroll, a knife with a crimson stone set in the pommel, five rocks with sky blue runes painted on them, a ring, another scroll, a jet black gauntlet, a vial of shining white liquid, another vial of dark purplish liquid, a floating rune, a withered staff inlaid with gold and silver, a small button, and something that looks similar to the arc reactor that Iron Man usually has in his chest.
Piono scoops up the clear glass spheres, and holds them in his hand. He begins manipulating his fingers, and the spheres begin to roll around in his palm, up over his fingers, and then back down to the base of his hand. As he continues this motion, they begin to move faster and faster until they begin spinning on their own, the several spheres rising up into the air in front of Piono. They hover in front of his face, and he reaches out in front of him, his hand reaching for the spinning halo of light.
And with one swift move his hand closes around one of the orbs, crushing it. The other spheres stop immediately, vibrating rapidly in place, until suddenly they, one after another, shatter, leaving behind white clouds of energy behind. The clouds swirl around and suddenly flow into Piono as he draws in a deep breath, drawing the light into himself, and suddenly his eyes, ears and mouth all begin shooting out bright white light. He blinks and shakes his head, and the light dies down, becoming more of a soft internal glow than searing floodlights.
Next he grabs the chalk, and with a quick motion, the floor around him smooths, pushed by his metal and earth moving powers. He bends down, and begins drawing out a complex diagram, with stars, points and all manner of symbols all around it. As he continues to work on it, the magic circle begins to glow, the lines letting off a soft green light, each line causing it to grow stronger around him, until finally he spirals his way back to the center, and stands in the midst of it.
He pulls the scroll out of its place orbiting him, and begins to read off a number of words that are probably just gibberish. "Syntholis, Enkols, Caronta, Rek, Eltisi, Temprima, Malkor, Endreama, Sansola, Shentree, Abnogimil, Gorentan, Elaidro" and with that the magic circle erupts with light, pillaring upwards until it suddenly curves in and draws back into Piono, causing the light within him to grow brighter.
Next, he grabs ahold of the dagger. This one is much simpler, he just takes the thing and stabs it into his own heart. The nearly collapses from the sudden shock of dark magic that floods his system, but he'll be alright. No he won't that's a lie. But the important thing is he's not dead yet. Dark lightning crackles around his form, and his veins darken, turning from colors you couldn't see to jet black, crisscrossing all over his skin.
He stands up and pulls the knife out. The blade of it has totally melted away, buried into his chest to enforce the blood pact for as long as Piono continues to live. It is a painful fate to bear, but it is one he has chosen for himself.
Next up are the runed stones. Piono gestures and the stones orbit around his head. He breathes in, and breathes out, and as so the runes float in closer to his head, then move out further away from it again. He repeats this process several times, the rune stones getting closer with each breath, until finally they touch his head, and his eyes flicker open, the light within burning brilliantly.
His mouth begins to move, but the words that come out of it do not line up with the motions, and the voice that speaks is not his, but that of many. "I vow, on my deathbed and on pain of eternal destruction, I swear on the many rivers of the Underworld and all that I have ever held dear, I promise on my name and the names of those who came before me, I ascertain in the name of all that is holy and unholy, my enemy shall be struck down with the fervor of the heavens and everything the underworld has to offer. All powers that are mine to hold, and those given to me by this oath shall be expended only to the destruction of the one who I have deemed my foe. This is my final, and greatest promise. Thou who hast wronged me, shall not live long to regret it." And with that, the rune stones disintegrate, leaving only the sky blue runes, which burn themselves into Piono's hair and head, forming the appearance of a crown.
Next, Piono puts on the ring. He shudders and nearly collapses again as another flood of dark magic enters his system, dark lightning crackling all around him and a shadow bursting out, and swirling around his form. It twists and writhes in the air, until it settles on Piono in a terrifying aura as he looks up, hatred burning in his eyes.
But he's not done yet, he has more powerups to go through.
He pulls down the scroll, and begins to sing.

Тхе финал цуртаин цалл ис хере
Тхе тиме ис драwинг неар
Тхе тхинг фор wхич wе алл дид феар
Бефоре ус ноw аппеарс.

Wе синг оур финал праисес ноw
То хеартс оф холлоw стоне
То хелл ор хеавен wе шалл го
Wе фигхт тхис фигхт алоне.

Wе синг оф деатх
Wе фигхт фор деатх
Оур тиме то дие хас цоме

Тхе фигхт wе цаннот wин wеьлл фигхт
А таттеред баннер раисе
Унтил тхе гатес wитхин оур сигхтс
Оур финал дыинг даыс

А брокен друм цаннот бе беат
А рхытхм марч бенеатх оур феет
Но невер цан wе ноw ретреат
Оур годс wеьре гоинг ноw то меет

Wе синг оф деатх
Wе фигхт фор деатх
Оур тиме то дие хас цоме

Со бринг тхе хордес оф саваге беастс
Анд демонс, орцс анд море
Тхоугх он оур формс тхе бирдс wилл феаст
Wеьлл дие сwордс дренчед ин горе.

Wе синг оф деатх
Wе фигхт фор деатх
Оур тиме то дие хас цоме
Оур финал бреатх
Оур дыинг бреатх
Итьс тиме фор ыоу то рун.

And light settles upon him once more. Surging him full of power. By this point the Godmodder is starting to notice that there's something going on way at the back of the Piono horde. He doesn't think much of it right now. He's mowing down Pionos, how could anything the main Piono have possibly slow him down. It's not like Prime!Piono survived the first fight with the Godmodder or anything…
Piono, shivering and quaking with power, pulls down the gauntlet next. He shakily slides it onto his arm, and gasps in pain, he actually collapses this time as the sound of pierced flesh and cracking bones fills the air immediately around him. He slowly climbs to his feet, only to fall down again as yet another rush of dark magic hits his system, threatening to overwhelm him, but when he stands, the darkness in his veins seem to have somehow connected to the shadow that surrounds him.
He's still not done yet though. Next he grabs the vial of white fluid in front of him. He hesitates for a moment, before downing it all in one swallow. He coughs and chokes, but then a powerful change flows through him. Though you can't pick out the difference about him immediately, something seems different about him now. The Godmodder however knows exactly what it is, he turns his head like a hawk, looking straight at Prime!Piono, who is now giving off the same aura of power that the gods give off. He can tell its only temporary, probably a buff or potion of some kind… but that is still highly concerning.
And then Piono downs the next vial, dark purple swirling up from around his feet and merging with the aura of godhood already swirling around him. Harnessed now is the dark power of the titan precursors, whose fallen blood gave birth to the gods long ago. Mixed together, the power of the titans and the power of the gods, few things are more potent.
This is the point where the Godmodder starts to consider he might need to be worried. But before he can do anything to try and order his soldiers, Piono presses on the floating rune in front of him, activating some kind of sequence that causes all of the runes on his skin to light up, shining brightly through the aura of mixed shadow and light swirling around him from all of the previous power ups.
As the Godmodder starts to bark orders to tell the soldiers to hurry up and finish mowing down the lesser Pionos, Piono grabs onto the staff, and twirls it. Out of it comes a council of ghosts. The archmagi who created him all those years ago. They look at one another, they look at Piono, and they turn to look at the Godmodder. They turn to each other once more and nod in agreement. They know what has come, and they know what needs doing. They float in downwards and bind their souls to Piono's, performing a soulsplice, granting Piono all of the immense casting power that the archmagi possessed in life.
Shaking and quivering, Piono reaches out and presses the button. Immediately 36 portals open up around Piono in a circle, each one leading to a different plane. An elemental plane in fact, the 25 for which he originally possessed artifacts for, plus 11 others. 36 elemental delegates come through. One, seemingly made of vibrations in the air that send screeches echoing around the room, speaks. "You have called. You know the price for taking upon yourself this power at a time like this?" Piono looks up and nods, barely. "Very well then." The 36 delegates all point towards him, and energy courses into Piono. He throws his head back and screams in agony.
The Piono horde is running thing now, the Godmodder's forces almost have a clear shot at Prime!Piono. If they don't hurry, he may do something nasty, and while the Godmodder is confident Piono can't actually do anything himself, well… Better safe than sorry. Meanwhile, the core thing that was the final object in Piono's lineup has fallen to the floor. Piono is on the ground writhing in pain, flashes of energy and power crackling out of him periodically. One of the scientist Pionos dashes over to him, ducks under some shots by the gun troops, and picks up the core.
"Look, I know I'm not actually real, per se. But you made a promise when you called me here. That what I did wouldn't be in vain. You can't die here, not this way." Prime!Piono looks up at him, tears in his eyes. "So take your medicine like a big boy." scientist!Piono slams the core into Prime!Piono's chest, right as a laser hits him and poofs him back to whatever nonexistent timeline he came from.
Prime!Piono's breathing slows, and nearly stops, but the power crackling out of him hasn't subsided yet. The Godmodder points and shouts for his troops to fire. Everything on the Godmodder's side of the field opens fire on Piono all aND EVERYTHING WENT WHITE.

The Recent Past Is Recalled


Piono hovers in the air, his eyes are red and orange flame, his entire form is covered by shifting light and shadows. Every time he opens his mouth, energy floods out, and powerful energies flicker around him, creating an aura of immense power.
The Godmodder's troops aren't deterred, they're used to fighting gods, so they open fire still. For all the good it does them. Every shot, every pulse, every ounce of energy is dispelled by the enormously powerful aura surrounding Piono. Crackling with little flecks of light for every projectile that comes anywhere near him.
Piono glares in seething rage at the Godmodder, who, for the first time in a long, long time, begins to feel the beginnings of a pang of fear. The Godmodder points, ready to unleash a blast of godmodding power of his own, only for Piono to speak in a voice that shakes the foundations of the Bank of Actions.
"YOU."
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING YOU'VE CAUSED? THE AMOUNT OF HEARTACHE, THE ENDLESS WOE AND TORTURE OF A REALITY THAT'S BEEN PLAGUED BY A CRETIN LIKE YOU FOR NO GOOD REASON BESIDES THE FACT THAT IT EXISTS?"
"I DO. I HAVE ONLY THE BAREST INKLING OF THE DESTRUCTION AND DAMAGE, BOTH PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL, THAT YOU HAVE WROUGHT ON THIS REALITY, BUT STILL, IT IS MORE THAN THE PITIFUL COMPREHENSION YOU HAVE FOR THE EFFECTS OF YOUR OWN ACTIONS."
"I HAVE HAD A LONG HISTORY IN THIS REALITY, MY HOME WORLD DIED LONG, LONG AGO, THANKS TO MY OWN ACTIONS, GUILT WHICH I SHALL NEVER SHAKE OFF ENTIRELY. BUT IT IS NOT WHAT DEFINES ME."
"I USED TO HAVE FRIENDS, PEOPLE TO FIGHT BESIDES. PEOPLE WHO I HAD BUILT BONDS WITH, TO LAST LIFETIMES. I SAW PEOPLE COME AND GO, MANY MANY TIMES DID I WATCH AS THOSE AROUND ME WOULD DIE OF OLD AGE OR IN COMBAT, FIGHTING FOR CAUSES THEY BELIEVED IN."
"AND WHILE IT WAS HARD AT FIRST, IT WAS SOMETHING THAT I WAS EVENTUALLY ABLE TO GET USED TO. PEOPLE DIE, IT IS A FACT OF LIFE, LIFE MUST END FOR NEW LIFE TO TAKE ROOT, AND PEOPLE WHO DIE HAPPY, FULFILLED, OR KNOWING THAT THEY BROUGHT ABOUT SOMETHING OF GREAT WORTH SHOULD BE CELEBRATED AS MUCH AS THEY ARE MOURNED."
"THE MULTIVERSE WAS FULL OF HAPPINESS, OF MEANING AND DISCOVERY. YOU CHANGED THAT. IN THE COSMIC EQUIVALENT OF OVERNIGHT, YOU STEPPED FORWARD AND REALITY WAS CURSED, SENTENCED TO AN ETERNAL NIGHT OF DESPAIR AND SUFFERING."
"AND I WATCHED. I WAS STILL A COWARD BACK THEN, IN ALL HONESTY. MUCH LIKE THE GODS, WHOSE FOLLY BROKE THE LAST DEFENSE AGAINST YOUR ONSLAUGHT, I WANTED TO RUN, AND HIDE, BUT THERE WAS ONE PERSON WHO PULLED ME BACK. WHO REMINDED ME OF MY MISTAKES, AND HELPED ME TAKE COURAGE."
"I DOUBT YOU REMEMBER SOPHIA, SHE WAS JUST ANOTHER PLAYER IN THE WAY OF YOUR ENDLESS RAMPAGE, BUT SHE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME. THE DAY I WATCHED YOU RIP HER SOUL OUT OF HER BODY WAS THE DAY MY HEART SHATTERED."
"BUT YOU DON'T REMEMBER ME BEING THERE, DO YOU? YOU'D REMEMBER IF A PLAYER FROM ONE OF YOUR EARLY RAMPAGING DAYS HAD RETURNED TO FIGHT YOU AGAIN AT A LATER POINT IN TIME."
"AND IN A WAY, YOU'RE RIGHT, BECAUSE I'M ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN YOU WOULDN'T BOTHER TO CHECK FOR A SINGULAR ENTITY PORTALING AWAY FROM THE FIELD AS HIS SUMMONER AND CLOSEST CONFIDENT HIT THE GROUND, NEVER TO RISE AGAIN, HERE OR IN THE HEREAFTER."
"I LEFT. I KNEW THAT THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO, EVEN WITH THE GRAND POWERS I HAD BACK THEN, WITHOUT PLAYER STRENGTH BACKING MY BLOWS THERE WAS NO WAY I COULD POSSIBLY MATCH YOU LONG ENOUGH TO SEE YOU DESTROYED."
"SO I LED THE RESISTANCE. THE FORCES OF THE PEOPLE WHO HOPED TO SEE YOU DESTROYED, NO MATTER WHAT THE COST, EVEN IF THEY WERE NOT PLAYERS, DID NOT HAVE THE STRENGTH TO SEE YOU DOWNED ON THEIR OWN."
"AND I WATCHED, AS YOU SYSTEMATICALLY, COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY, RUINED EVERYTHING THAT SOPHIA AND I HAD BUILT TO STOP YOU. EVERY MEMBER YOU COULD FIND; KILLED. EVERY BASE; RAZED."
"I WATCHED THE TORMENT PEOPLE WENT THROUGH, AS THEY REALIZED THEY COULDN'T FIGHT, THAT THEY COULDN'T END IT. GAVE WHAT BITTER WORDS OF CONSOLATION I COULD AS FAMILIES MOURNED, CHILDREN CRIED, PARENTS WEEPING OVER THE BODIES OF THEIR FALLEN CHILDREN, AND FRIENDS SITTING IN SILENCE, REMEMBERING THOSE WHO HAD FALLEN."
"AND I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO'S FELT THE PAINS AND BLEMISHES YOU'VE INFLICTED UPON REALITY. GENERAL_URIST WAS AN OFFICER OF A SMALL COUNTRY UNTIL YOU ARRIVED. HE WATCHED AS YOU BURNED HIS COUNTRY TO THE GROUND, AND SCATTERED ITS MILITARY."
"DRAGON OF HOPE LIKEWISE HAD HIS HOME DESTROYED. HIS HOME WASN'T EVEN IMPORTANT TO YOUR PLANS. YOU JUST HAMFISTEDLY OBLITERATED AN ENTIRE WORLD ON YOUR WAY TO YOUR NEXT DIVINE TARGET. AND NOW HE USES THAT TO MOTIVATE HIMSELF TO BRING HOPE TO OTHERS, YET STILL YOU FIGHT TO RUIN HIS LIFE FURTHER."
"REDROVER SAW THE CALAMITY YOU WROUGHT IN HIS HOME, A WORLD THAT WAS ALREADY IN PERPETUAL CHAOS REDUCED TO SENSELESS SLAUGHTER BY YOUR ARRIVAL, A CATACLYSM THAT EVEN TIME TRAVEL COULD NOT AVERT."
"THE QUIET WATCHER WAS SIMPLY DRAWN HERE BY THE DESTRUCTION YOU ORCHESTRATED, THE BLATANT VIOLATIONS OF THE LAWS OF REALITY, DRAWN ONLY TO FIX THE MISTAKES YOU MADE."
"BILL WAS LIKEWISE DRAWN TO THIS CONFLICT, BY PROPHETIC DREAMS OF IMPENDING DOOM, A POWER KNOWN AS DETERMINATION PULLING HIM FORWARD TO FIGHT YOU IN PROTECTION OF ALL THE THINGS HE CARES ABOUT."
"THAT RANDOM GUY IS HERE TO FIGHT FOR HIMSELF. A MANIFESTATION OF THOSE WHO COME IN AND OUT OF THE STORY WITHOUT BEING NOTICED, HE IS HERE TO MAKE A POINT, THAT HE CAN BE MORE THAN THAT."
"KYLERULER IS HERE TO PROTECT THOSE HE CARES ABOUT. THE FRIENDS HE MADE AND NEARLY LOST WHEN YOU KILLED US TO A MAN AND WOMAN. HIS QUEST IS NOTHING SHORT OF PROTECTION, OF THOSE WHO FIGHT, OF THOSE WHO CARE, AND THOSE WHO HE WANTS TO KEEP ALIVE."
"WINKINS IS LIKELY THE ONLY PERSON HERE WHO DOESN'T HAVE A PERSONAL REASON FOR WANTING YOUR REIGN OF TERROR ENDED ASIDE FROM THE OBVIOUS FACT THAT YOU KILLED HIM. YET HIS QUEST FOR REDEMPTION BROUGHT HIM TO YOUR DOORSTEP, AND HIS DEATH IS UPON YOUR HEAD MUCH LIKE THAT OF THE OTHERS'"
"THAT YOUNG GIRL OVER THERE, THE ONE CLINGING TO FENIX. SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE'S DOING HERE. SHE'S LOST, ALONE, AND AFRAID. AND YET YOU PERSECUTE HER FOR GREED AND POWER."
"YOU WILL NEVER FEEL THE PAIN WE HAVE. THE DESPERATION THAT THOSE OF US WHO FIGHT LIVE WITH EVERY SINGLE DAY OF OUR WAKING LIVES, KNOWING THAT YOU ARE THERE, WAITING TO TAKE IT ALL AWAY BY WHATEVER MEANS ARE PRESENTED TO YOU."
"IT IS UNFORGIVABLE. YOU ARE A HIDEOUS BLIGHT ON THE FACE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND RIGHT, AND BY EVERY SMIDGEN OF POWER I CAN MUSTER, I WILL SEE YOU REMOVED."

The Distant Future is Remembered


All this time, the Godmodder has been charging up power to disrupt Piono's self-righteous speech. The Godmodder honestly has no interest in what Piono's saying, not in the slightest. What he sees before him is another upstart player who thinks that he can change everything with speeches and posturing. He knows the type. So he unleashes an enormous blast of pure godmodding energy right at Piono.
Piono raises an arm, and the energy blast slams into a shield of solidified godly aura, then scatters in every direction as it shatters.
"SORRY BUDDY. IF YOU CAN ABUSE CUTSCENE POWER, THEN SO CAN I. WHERE WAS I?"
"AH YES. WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THE PAST, NOW HOW ABOUT WE TALK ABOUT THE FUTURE, OR, WELL A FUTURE. ONE THAT NEVER CAME TO PAST BECAUSE OF YOU."
"I CAN'T SPEAK FOR THE OTHERS, NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST, THE INCREASED MENTAL AWARENESS AND BEHIND-THE-SCENES COMMUNICATIONS ONLY GOES SO FAR, AND I CAN'T TELL WHAT EVERYONE WOULD'VE GONE ON TO. BUT I CAN GIVE SOME ROUGH GENERALIZATIONS."
"YOU TOOK AWAY STABILITY. PEOPLE HAD LONG LIVES TO LOOK FORWARD TO, MAYBE NOT ALWAYS THE SAFEST OF LIVES, BUT LIVES NONETHELESS. THERE USED TO SOME SENSE OF ORDER TO REALITY, SOMETHING THAT ONE COULD TELL WAS GOING TO BE THERE TOMORROW, ALMOST WITHOUT FAIL. YOU HAVE CHANGED THAT, NOW ALL THERE IS TO SEE TOMORROW IS MORE CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION, AND ENDLESS PARADE OF SLAUGHTER AND PANDEMONIUM."
"YOU TOOK AWAY HOPE. ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS ALWAYS A CHANCE, PEOPLE HAD THE POWER TO CHANGE THEIR CIRCUMSTANCES, TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE, EVEN IF JUST IN TINY, LITTLE WAYS. YOU HOLD NO TRUCK WITH THAT, WHERE YOU FIND HOPE, YOU SNUFF IT OUT. IT'S JUST ANOTHER THING FOR YOU TO DESTROY ON YOUR PATH TO ANNIHILATING EVERYTHING WORTH FIGHTING FOR."
"YOU TOOK AWAY LIFE. I THINK THIS ONE REQUIRES NO EXPLANATION, FOR EVERYWHERE YOU GO YOU LEAVE BEHIND A TRAIL OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION. FRIENDS MOURN FRIENDS, BROTHERS MOURN BROTHERS. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE COURTESY TO ALLOW PEOPLE TO GO TO THE PROPER AFTERLIVES SO THEY CAN MOVE ON, YOU JUST BREAK IN THERE AND DESTROY THAT TOO, TEARING UP EVERYTHING UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT BUT OBLIVION."
"YOU TOOK AWAY HAPPINESS. NOT ONLY DO YOU RUIN THINGS FOR PEOPLE, BUT YOU ACTIVELY GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO MAKE LIFE WORSE. YOU'RE ASSAULTING THE GOD OF BIRTHDAY PARTIES FOR HEAVENS SAKE, WHAT KIND OF SICKO TARGETS THE GOD WHOSE SOLE PURPOSE IS TO BRING HAPPINESS INTO THE LIVES OF OTHERS? YOU APPARENTLY I SUPPOSE, BUT IT MAKES A STRONG POINT FOR MY CASE."
"YOU TOOK AWAY LOVE. YOU PUNISH THOSE WHO CARE FOR OTHERS, TAKING AWAY THE ONES THEY HOLD DEAR AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY. IN YOUR WAKE LIE SHATTERED RELATIONSHIPS, DEAD LOVERS, AND SO MANY PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN SEPARATED FROM ONE ANOTHER, NEVER TO SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN. ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR MAD QUEST FOR POWER."
"YOU TOOK AWAY COMPANIONSHIP. JUST AS YOU'VE DESTROYED LOVE AND CARING WHERE EVER YOU CAN FIND IT, YOU SEPARATE FRIENDS AND THOSE WHO TAKE CARE OF ONE ANOTHER. YOUR RAMPAGE KNOWS KNOW LIMITS, LEAVING PEOPLE ALONE AND AFRAID, CONFUSED AS TO WHERE THEY SHOULD GO OR WHO THEY SHOULD TURN TO."
"YOU TOOK AWAY FREEDOM. BECAUSE AS YOUR ARMIES ADVANCE, CARRYING REALITY FURTHER AND FURTHER INTO THE DARK SHADOW THAT YOU CAST, THE MORE IT BECOMES CLEAR THAT ALL WE CAN REALLY HOPE TO DO IS TO FIGHT YOU. THE ONLY THING LEFT TO DO, THE ONLY CHOICE, IS HOW WE GO DOWN SWINGING."
"YOU TOOK AWAY-"
"'scuse me." Now, a quick jump back a number of paragraphs. You'll remember that the Godmodder has his forces open fire so that he could get at Prime!Piono, right? Well, there were a few Pionos to the side and slightly behind him that the Godmodder didn't target. The Godmodder never noticed the science Pionos.
"AH, YOU'RE FINISHED? THANK GOODNESS I WAS RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO RANT ABOUT." The science Piono hands over a PDA and bows. Prime!Piono snaps his fingers and the science Pionos begin to fade away into smoke, all of them turning to make rude gestures at the Godmodder on their way out.
Piono holds the PDA and scrolls through it, idly deflecting Godmodder energy blasts with his hands as he looks through it. "UH HUH, HMM… BUT WHAT IF… NO WAIT THEY'VE ALREADY COVERED THAT. PINEAPPLE? THAT'S ODD. OKAY HOW DO YOU SPILL BARBEQUE SAUCE ON DIGITAL NOTES THAT'S JUST DUMB. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! GOT IT!"
Piono slides the PDA into his pocket, where it warps into his inventory, and looks up at the Godmodder again. "ALRIGHT, WELL, ALL THIS RAMBLING HAS BEEN FUN, BUT I'VE GOT SOME MORE PREP TO DO, I'M GOING TO GO BACK TO IGNORING YOU NOW."

And Now The Present is Restored


Piono heaves a large breath, and reaches out in front of himself, making a complicated series of gestures with his hands, and straining as hard as he can. Slowly, something begins to fade into being in front of him, only for another Godmodder bolt to slam into it and cause it to puff back out of existence.
Piono turns back to the Godmodder a look of pure indignation on his face. "DO YOU MIND? I'M TRYING TO ORCHESTRATE YOUR DEMISE HERE! SOME PEOPLE HAVE NO RESPECT FOR POWER UP SEQUENCES I SWEAR…" Another godmodder energy bolt careens towards Piono and Piono rolls his eyes, opening up a portal behind himself and stepping out of the way. The godmodding energy bolt goes right through it. The Godmodder wonders where the energy bolt up until the point where another portal opens up two centimeters in front of his face and he gets square between the eyes with his own attack. This deals 0 damage as it is godmodding energy, but it does knock him over and daze him for the next two segments of the attack.
Piono nods, satisfied that the Godmodder will stop being a nuisance for the next couple of seconds, and turns back to creating the whatever the thing was that he was calling out of thin air. Slowly it becomes visible, it is a capsule, with a player lock on it. Piono puts his hand on the player lock and uses one of the many actions he has available for this attack to unlock it, causing the capsule to flip open with a click.
And then light fills the room once more. Out of it comes ghosts, or maybe projections of some kind. That in and of itself is not all that surprising. What is surprising is who they're projections of. The Godmodder, still in a daze mutters to himself "didn't I kill those guys already?" and why yes, he is absolutely right on that count.
Because what that capsule contained was shades of a large number of the gods that the Godmodder has slain in the past. Not all of them, not by a long shot, there were way too many gods for those to be gathered up, but it is still a sizeable portion.
"YOU GUYS ARE PROBABLY WONDERING HOW THIS IS POSSIBLE, AND SINCE WE'RE IN CUTSCENE MODE AND THE GODMODDER'S BEEN DISABLED FOR TWO SEGMENTS OF THIS SUPER ATTACK, I SUPPOSE I'VE GOT TIME TO EXPLAIN EXACTLY WHAT'S GOING ON HERE."
"SO LET'S DELVE INTO BACKSTORY TIME. YOU REMEMBER HOW I TALKED ABOUT SOPHIA BEFORE? WELL, SHE WAS A SIDEQUESTER, AT LEAST, ONCE SHE REALIZED THAT HER GROUP DIDN'T HAVE THE MOXIE TO TAKE THE GODMODDER DOWN. SO INSTEAD SHE WENT OUT TO VARIOUS GODS, REQUESTING FAVORS OF THEM IN TURN FOR HELPING THEM WITH CHORES, OR SETTING UP THEIR DEFENSES A LITTLE BIT BETTER. AND FROM EACH GOD, SHE TOOK A SINGLE HIGH-POWER BLESSING. EACH BLESSING SHE CAREFULLY READIED WITH PLAYER POWER AND COMPACTED IT DOWN SO THAT IT WOULD KEEP LONG AFTER THE GOD WHO GAVE ITS' DEATH. ONE AFTER ANOTHER SHE COMPILED THESE LONG-TERM-STORAGE PRAYERS INTO THIS CAPSULE, WHICH SHE MADE SOULBOUND TO THREE PEOPLE. ONE WAS HERSELF, ONE WAS ME, AND ONE IS ANOTHER FRIEND OF OURS WHO THE GODMODDER KILLED IN HIS RAMPAGES NOT LONG AFTER SOPHIA DIED FOR THE FIRST TIME."
"WHEN SOPHIA DIED FOR THE FIRST TIME, MY THOUGHT WAS TO GO FIND HER IN THE AFTERLIFE, AND RETRIEVE THE CAPSULE FROM HER, BUT THEN WHILE I WAS GEARING UP FOR MY QUEST TO FIND HER AND CLAIM THE CAPSULE TO CARRY ON HER LEGACY AGAINST THE GODMODDER, THE CAPSULE APPEARED BEFORE ME. THAT WAS HOW I LEARNED ABOUT THE GODMODDER'S PENCHANT FOR DESTROYING OR ABSORBING SOULS. I DIDN'T KNOW THE TRUE NATURE, OF COURSE, BUT… IT WAS WHAT SENT ME DOWN THE ROAD TO FIGHTING THE GODMODDER HERE."
"AND NOW THE TIME HAS COME TO USE IT."
The God shades swirl around Piono, granting him boons of many kinds before poofing out of existence one by one as their power fades. Increased strength, knowledge, power to control various objects, the ability to project cheese at will, charismatic leadership, and a number of others. But Piono's not looking for the blessings, because as each boon collects down onto his form, he grabs the energy and forms it into a ball.
As it all finished collecting together, Piono unwinds the whole thing, taking the threads of divine power and spinning them out into the raw power that makes it up. And then he folds it back up into a ball, then folds that up, continuing to fold it more and more until it's the size of a pill, and he then swallows it.
The room flares with light once more as Piono's system is flooded with godly power, but not just one godly power, enough different godly powers to greatly bolster his own might in a variety of different ways. Whatever happens in this cutscene, Piono's going to be virtually invincible.

The Kill Word
But the Earth Refused to Die - Instrumental Mix Cover (Undertale)

Piono looks down at a watch he wasn't wearing before. "OH MY MY MY, LOOKIT THAT, I'VE ALREADY USED UP A SEGMENT, LOOKS LIKE I BETTER FINISH UP MY PROLONGED POWER UP SEQUENCE QUICKLY, OTHERWISE SOMEONE WILL TRY AND INTERRUPT ME AGAIN."
He looks down. "HEH, YOU KNOW, I'D ALWAYS WONDERED WHY SOPHIA GAVE ME A KILL WORD WHEN SHE SUMMONED ME AS AN ENTITY. I TRUSTED HER WHEN SHE SAID IT WOULD BE USEFUL, AND I GUESS SHE WAS RIGHT. I'VE ALREADY SEALED MY FATE PRETTY MUCH WITH THE FIRST PART OF THIS POWER UP SEQUENCE, SO I MIGHT AS WELL GO ALL THE WAY, IT'S TIME FOR THE FINAL POWERING UP SEQUENCE."
"በመጨረስ ላይ"
Shining light consumes the room, filling it up in every corner and crevice, so much that even the Godmodder is forced to look away from the blinding power. Deep within the heart of it sits Piono, curling up as if getting ready to go into a magical girl transformation sequence only a million times more awesome, and with one hand he grabs onto the light, pulling it inwards, ripping out from its place around him, and curling it around himself like a cloak. Everyone blinks and turns to look at him, spiraling lines of shimmering light spiralling up Piono's limbs, and across his torso and intertwining at his neck and head in a complex pattern that feels… incomplete somehow.
And then his shadow explodes outwards, ripping through everyone's sight, burying everything in bottomless darkness that muffles noise, scent and everything else. A darkness so absolute that none has any sense of where they are, as if floating in an abyss, completely lost and alone. But Piono is still at the center of it, and with his other hand, rips it from its place in the atmosphere, twirling it up and fastening it to his own form much like he did the blinding light. The patterns on his body are now complete, spiralling patterns of darkness and light, playing off one another to give a gradient, the power of twilight.
Piono hovers there, glistening with power that crackles and radiates throughout the room, whipping up a small vortex of wind that blows everything. All focus is on him for this moment. He holds his hand to his chest, and you hear him muttering to himself. But finally he raises his head and shouts:
"I KNOW WHAT I AM FIGHTING FOR. I KNOW WHY I AM HERE. I KNOW WHY I DIE AND WHAT I LIVED FOR, AND HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH IN BRINGING ABOUT MY OWN END. THOUGH HEAVEN, HELL AND PURGATORY MAY ALL SETTLE JUDGEMENT UPON MY SOUL AS MY TIME DRAWS TO A CLOSE, I STAND HERE CONFIDENT THAT I AM DOING WHAT'S RIGHT, WHAT IS NEEDED."
"I AM DRIVEN BY PATIENCE, THE ABILITY TO WAIT FOR THE TIME TO BRING ABOUT THE FINAL RESOLUTION, NO MATTER THE COST."
"I AM DRIVEN BY PERSEVERANCE, THE POWER TO CONTINUE ONWARDS, NO MATTER HOW BLEAK THINGS MAY SEEM."
"I AM DRIVEN BY BRAVERY, A STRENGTH BEYOND MYSELF THOUGH I FACE THE END OF MINE OWN DAYS AND THE POSSIBILITY OF UTTER OBLIVION."
"I AM DRIVEN BY JUSTICE, THE NEED TO SEE THE MANY FALLEN AND WOUNDED GIVEN THE VENGEANCE THEY REQUIRE."
"I AM DRIVEN BY KINDNESS, KNOWING THAT WITH MY DEATH, OTHERS MAY LIVE, MIGHT HAVE HOPE, AND MAY ONE DAY SEE THE SUN RISE AGAIN."
"I AM DRIVEN BY INTEGRITY, PUSHED FORWARD BY THE PROMISES I MADE, AND WILL KEEP WITH MY LAST DYING BREATHS."
"AND MOST OF ALL, I AM DRIVEN BY DETERMINATION. THE WILL TO SEE EVIL ENDED, WHATEVER THE PERSONAL COST."
Piono's eyes flash red, and with another gesture, the runes on his body light up once more, blue and purple light trailing up from the base of his feet, shining through his boots, trailing upwards throughout his body, in an intricate display that adds onto the marks of light and darkness already there. As the runes on his body light up, little motes of blue light begin to appear around Piono, tiny runes, that begin to spin and orbit around him, providing a massive shield and aura of words written in a long forgotten language, crackling with power in their own right.
"MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION GO!" and then we get into the final state of the transformation, with Piono brandishing one arm, and a massive spiked dark blue gauntlet appearing on it, then his other, a sleeker, sky blue glove appearing on it, the light from the two moving inwards and appearing a set of armor on Piono's body. Rather than the coat he has worn the entire war, powerful looking plate armor with runic designs carved into it assembles all along his body, two metal plates coming together to form the chestplate, a face-guarded helmet coming down square on top of his head, and boots sliding up.
Having donned the Godslayer's armor, his aura flares up, the power augmenting armor increasing his strength a hundredfold, sending out flares of power that push everyone backwards. Even the Godmodder Wall Soldier, braced against the impact, is scooted back several meters by the raw power on display.
Piono's eyes ignite with a burning fury, the fire of an angry god, a universe in his eyes, a universe wreathed in flame. Fury coursing in lines of pure red and white throughout all of it, in depths that you could get lost in and never return from.
Slowly, slowly, Piono settles down onto the ground, feet gently tapping against the floor and shattering it with the force of each step. "ALRIGHT THEN, THAT TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE TOOK WAY TOO FREAKING LONG, I THINK I'M READY TO KILL THINGS NOW. HOW ABOUT YOU GUYS? NO? GUESS I'LL DO IT ALL MYSELF THEN."

Bypass
Super Paper Mario - Brobot Battle

Piono cracks his knuckles, and steps forward towards the Godmodder Wall Soldier. "ALRIGHT GODMODDER, I PROBABLY MADE THIS CLEAR ALREADY, BUT HERE'S HOW THIS IS GOING TO WORK. I'M GOING TO RUIN THE DAY OF YOU AND EVERYONE WORKING FOR YOU, AND YOU'RE GOING TO UTTERLY FAIL AT TRYING TO STOP ME."
The Godmodder stands up. The daze has worn off and given the fact that 7.5K words went into the powerup sequence alone, there's probably a very good chance that even if Piono can't actually stop his army, that he's got a good shot at at least doing significant amounts of harm, so, worst comes to worst, better to stop him and OH NO WHERE DID HE GO?
"LIKE MY TRICK? LITTLE BOON FROM THE GOD OF INVISIBILITY." And the Wall Soldier's shield suddenly blazes with light as massive amounts of projectiles start hitting it from every angle. Lasers, bullets, danmaku, energy pellets, all of it pours into the shield seemingly from nowhere. "AND ANOTHER PIECE OF HELP FROM THE GOD OF BULLET HELLS." The shield is holding up quite well, only for a massive hammer to suddenly appearify in the air above it, and come crashing down on top of it, sending massive ripples shuddering down through the entire shield. The Wall Soldier staggers a bit under the force of the hammer blows, but the Godmodder has what he needs, the Godmodder is suddenly right behind the hammer wielder, and swings his weapon… and hits nothing. His eyes narrow right at about the time he gets punched in the back of the head. "THE GODS OF HAMMERS AND CHEAP SHOTS SEND THEIR POSTHUMOUS REGARDS."
With that, the hammer begins slamming away at the shield, over and over again. The Godmodder whirls around, trying to track down Piono's location, only to get smacked in the back of the head. He roars and unleashes a wave of fire all around him only for an anvil to drop on his head. "AND WHILE THEY MAY NOT BE A DIVINE BEING, ACME CORPORATION HAS A FEW CHOICE WORDS FOR YOU AS WELL." The Godmodder continues flailing about, getting punched about by obnoxious but non-godmodder-damaging attacks repeatedly until finally he turns and decides to just take out the hammer before it deals any actual damage to the Wall Soldier.
Piono is standing in front of him, in all his over-hyped-up glory. Piono flicks a cigarette that he wasn't actually smoking and crushes it under his feet. "I'M SORRY DAVE I CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT. DRUNKEN ELEPHANT STYLE!" Piono puts on hand on his face, and slides the other hand through the gap by the elbow this leaves. The Godmodder is confused as to what the heck's going on until Piono's wild flailing knocks him through the wall of the bank of actions. "AND YOU THOUGHT THAT THE GOD OF IMAGINARY KUNG FU MOVES WAS A NON-THREAT, DIDN'T YOU."
The Godmodder growls and dives at Piono from the crater in the wall that he made when he hit. "GOD OF BALLERINAS GIVE ME STRENGTH." and with a masterful pirouette Piono spins right around the Godmodder and kicks him in the back as he passes, sending him tumbling right into the other wall, though with a good deal less velocity this time around.
The Godmodder stands up, shaking his head. "NOW, WHILE I'D LOVE TO CONTINUE THIS LOVELY LITTLE BOUT OF COMBAT WE'VE GOT GOING ON RIGHT NOW, I'VE ONLY GOT SO MUCH TIME UNTIL ALL THESE SUPERCHARGES WEAR OFF ALL AT ONCE AND KILL ME QUITE THOROUGHLY, SO IF IT'S ALL THE SAME TO YOU, I'M GOING TO CRIPPLE YOUR BODYGUARD." Before the Godmodder can do anything to attack him, Piono calls down a blessing from the (still living, last Piono heard, though he's been dead a while so he has no way to verify it) God of Bureaucratic Paperwork, and the Godmodder suddenly finds himself forced to fill out a ten million page long booklet of forms before he's allowed to attack Piono again, all of them need to be turned in and signed in quadruplicate before they'll be processed, and the copy machine is broken so the Godmodder has to do it all by hand.
Piono turns around and looks up at the Wall Soldier, who, if it wasn't a giant stone statue of a roman soldier, would be sweating bullets and looking for the nearest exit. As it is, it is still feeling extremely uncomfortable with the new attention it has just garnered.
Piono flips out a little gadget with wires sticking out of it, and slaps it on the shield. Piono stands back a bit, and waves to everyone else. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" and the device blinks and beeps a few times, before the Wall Soldier's shield suddenly stops being there with a disappointing pop sound and no other fanfare whatsoever.
"...WELL THAT WAS ANTICLIMACTIC. THOUGHT THERE'D BE AN EXPLOSION OR SOMETHING, OH WELL, TIME TO KILL THINGS. WELL, THING. THE WALL SOLDIER SPECIFICALLY. HOLD ONTO YOUR STONE BUTT MISTER STATUE ITS ABOUT TO GET KNOCKED CLEAR TO TIMBUKTU."
The Wall Soldier, recognizing that it's having its authority questioned, steps forward to try and deal with Piono. There is just one problem with this. The Godmodder neglected to give the Wall Soldier any kind of attack power, so when it steps on the calmly waiting Piono, its foot bounces right off.
Piono grins "RIGHTY-O THEN, TIME TO BREAK SOME STUFF." and then Piono jumps into the air, catches the hammer that is still swinging away at a forcefield that isn't there anymore, and throws it, sending it spinning right towards the Wall Soldier. The Wall Soldier, with surprising agility for someone who's a gigantic stone statue, ducks right under it. Right into Piono's shoryuken uppercut. The Wall Soldier is launched upwards by this enormous force, rising upwards until its head gets stuck in the ceiling, with the reason its sheer weight doesn't bring it crashing back down to the floor below not being really all that clear.
Piono rises up, and grabs the Wall Soldier's leg, and then rips him out of the ceiling, sending the Wall Soldier crashing down onto the Godmodder's paperwork desk, scattering the papers and forcing the Godmodder to start all over. The Godmodder shakes an angry fist at Piono, who flattens his palm, and from it rises a hologram of a neon sign of a middle finger. The Godmodder scowls and Piono turns back to the Wall Soldier, who is starting to stand back up.
Piono raises his hand and calls upon his blessing from the God of Chickens, causing a rain of panicked poultry to rain down upon the Wall Soldier. The Wall Soldier isn't really to perturbed by this act of fowl play as chickens are rather small, but the birdbath does prevent the Wall Soldier from seeing Piono coming in with his next attack.
"FISH SLAP FORM OMEGA!" and Piono comes careening down from about the utter clucking chaos wielding not a fish, not a shark, not even a whale. Piono is wielding nothing short of a kraken. And he proceeds to slap the Wall Soldier silly with it. Just, slap slap slap. With one of the biggest sea creatures to ever exist.
The Wall Soldier just decides to lie down and not fight back after that, so Piono does the only reasonable thing. He draws on the Wall Soldier's face.
Well, sort of, he diagrams, it seems to be a sort of exploded view of the internal stone components of the Wall Soldier (well, except for the mustache that's just totally Piono being childish) drawn out in blue chalk. Piono hovers up above the Wall Soldier, and nods to himself. "RIGHT, IT SHOULD BE RIGHT ABOUT… THERE." And then Piono punches straight through the Wall Soldier's head into the ground below. The Wall Soldier shudders and jolts, then sits up. Aside from having a hole straight through it's head it seems to be mostly fine.
"YOO HOO, MISSING SOMETHING?" The Godmodder and the Wall Soldier turn to look at Piono, who is standing triumphantly next to the shield generator that was stationed inside of the head of the Wall Soldier until Piono forcibly removed it.
Piono pulls out a jet black tomato. "YOU KNOW WHAT THE BEST KIND OF FRUIT FOR DESTROYING STUFF IS? THIS ISN'T A PUN BY THE WAY, IT'S JUST AN OBSCURE PIECE OF TRIVIA. ANTIMATTER TOMATOES. SOME OF THE BEST EXPLOSIVE FORCE PER POUND ANYWHERE IN THE MULTIVERSE. THIS IS MY LAST ONE, I'D SAY YOU SHOULD BE HONORED THAT I'M WASTING IT ON YOU BUT THAT'D BE A BIT INSULTING EVEN FOR ME." and then he slams the tomato onto the shield generator.
The generator, predictably, does not survive the blast. Simply as that, the Wall Soldier's ability to bodyguard things has been totally eradicated. All it is now is a useless hunk of stone with way too many hit points.

And Then There Were Many
Robot Riot

The room is filled with deafening silence. The Godmodder's jaw works soundlessly as he realizes what Piono's just done, and several of the soulrazer soldiers drop their weapons in shock.
"WHOOPS, I JUST BROKE YOUR MEAT SHIELD, DIDN'T I? MY BAD. I'LL JUST HAVE TO MAKE UP FOR IT BY BREAKING EVERYTHING ELSE TOO. ACTUALLY, YOU KNOW WHAT, I DON'T FEEL LIKE DOING THIS ON MY OWN, HOW ABOUT I INVITE SOME FRIENDS INSTEAD."
And then an enormous portal to Piono's inventory opens up behind him. Through it first steps Elim, the witch doctor, who helped Piono out with his OMNISCIENCE ploy in the Deleter timeline. He looks at Piono. "IS EVERYONE READY?"
"Well, yes, but are you sure about this?"
"ABSOLUTELY, AND BY THIS POINT IT'S TOO LATE TO CHANGE MY MIND ANYWAYS."
"Piono, I'm sure that-"
"THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONCERN ELIM, BUT RIGHT NOW ONE THING AND ONLY ONE THING NEEDS DOING. THE UTTER AND TOTAL OBLITERATION OF THESE SCHMUCKS OVER HERE."
Elim opens his mouth to object, but closes it again. "As you wish sir."
Elim turns and raises his staff, and in the air above Piono and Elim flickering lights appear, they dance in a rather simple pattern, turning from red to green before disappearing.
The PGs and SRs laugh. What was that supposed to do, huh? Are you going to defeat us with flickeriTHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The first energy cannon shot tears through the space right next to Elim and Piono and slams right into the Elite Dropship, causing all of its systems to short out and begin going on the fritz immediately, as it is not just an energy cannon, but an electrically charged directed EMP plasma cannon, specially designed to ruin the days of just about anyone mechanical who gets in the way.
Then, thundering through the massive portal opened up behind Piono comes a series of fleets, massive sleek spacecrafts that look incredibly artistic and graceful, blockier stronger hunks of metal built for strength and raw power, another fleet that sort of meets a mix between the two but has a number of flags painted along the side, and finally a massive swarm of ships that you're absolutely certain are made of alien organics.
"SAY HELLO TO WHAT REMAINS OF THE FLEETS OF OKHOR'DHOOM, KRASTHNESE, THE UNITED REPUBLIC OF KORINTHIS, AND THE PROLANTHISTEEN HIVEMIND. FOUR GRAND SOCIETIES THAT TRIED TO STAND UP FOR WHAT THEY BELIEVED IN AND WERE SYSTEMATICALLY DESTROYED FOR DARING TO OPPOSE THE GODMODDER. THE BRAVE SONS, DAUGHTERS AND WORMLINGS OF THESE COUNTRIES HAVE BEEN HIDING OUT IN MY INVENTORY, AS REFUGEES, BUT ACHING TO FIGHT ONCE MORE. AND THEY BRING MORE THAN ENOUGH FIREPOWER IN THEIR OWN RIGHT."
And with that the ships, having burst through the ceiling of the bank of actions, leaving everything open to air, begin opening fire on the pro-godmodder forces, lasers, missiles, kinetic projectiles, poison bombs, nuclear blasts, ravager pods and all manner of weaponry begin to tear into the PGs.
Through the thunderous roar of orbital bombardment comes a cry. "Forwards! For the resistance, for reality, and for the death of the Godmodder!" Out of the portal comes a ragtag group of people. They don't seem like much… except to the trained eye. The trained eye would recognize that every single one of them is high "hero" status in just about any story. They're protagonists, weathered veterans, spunky teenagers, talking animal sidekicks, all of them protected by narrative causality, one and all.
"I HATE TO PUT THEM IN DANGER LIKE THIS, BUT THOSE WHO ARE HERE INSISTED THAT THEY GET AT LEAST SOME CHANCE TO FIGHT AGAINST THE GODMODDER BEFORE LEAVING. SO HERE THEY ARE, THE LAST REMNANTS OF THE RESISTANCE, ONCE THE LARGEST ANTI-GODMODDER ORGANIZATION THERE WAS, NOW BUT A HANDFUL OF RAGTAG HEROES. BUT ONE THING IS FOR CERTAIN, THEY ARE NOT TO BE UNDERESTIMATED."
And with that, the heroes of the resistance jump into the fray, charging in amongst the PGs and SRs, weapons out, and with their power to dodge what seems to be certain death, they dodge between the strikes of the orbital bombardment, slicing, shooting and blasting their way through the various PG forces with an earnestness completely unrivaled by almost all figures that have participated in this mighty war.
A horrific screech echoes from the portal, and is met by many cries much like it. It is a horrifying, blood curdling sound, something that sends shivers down the spines of all but the most disciplined and experienced of void travelers. Flooding out of the portal comes a tide of demonic warriors of all kinds, half spider, or maybe five armed, every warrior is different and deadly in their own unique way.
"CONTRARY TO WHAT SOME PEOPLE BELIEVE, HELL IS NOT THE ONLY PLACE WHERE THE DEMONIC PEOPLES RESIDE. THE BEASTS OF CARNAGE AND DESTRUCTION CAN BE FOUND ON ANY OF THE LOWER PLANES. AND I HAPPEN TO HAVE AN ARMY OF THEM BOUND TO ME. I HONESTLY DON'T CARE AS MUCH ABOUT THEM DUE TO THEIR MINDLESS FOCUS ON CAUSING SUFFERING AND DEATH, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? THEY'RE GOOD FODDER SO OUT THEY COME."
And the demons fall upon the arrayed ranks of the enemy. pouring out hatred and violence out amongst the PGs and SRs in greatly increasing amounts, whenever a stray shot or another blast from the ships far above lands errantly, some of the demons are downed, but for every demon that falls another takes its place. The tide is nearly unending, and the PGs and SRs seem to be totally unable to stem the flow.
A ghostly wail rises up from through the portal. Somehow Piono has had all of these armies and more up his sleeve the entire time, and just never used them, because next comes an army of ghosts. Many ghosts of many different kinds, soldiers, wizards, farmers, their ranks are nearly as endless as that of the demons, and they march forward with purpose.
"THE LOST AND FALLEN, DENIZENS OF NUMEROUS LESSER AFTERLIVES THAT WERE BLASTED AND WASTED BY YOUR CAMPAIGN AGAINST THE GREAT FORCES OF THE COSMOS. REFUGEES FROM THEIR OWN AFTERLIVES, THE PERIOD OF TIME WHEREIN THEY SHOULD'VE BEEN GIVEN TIME TO REST, TO RELAX, AND PREPARE FOR ETERNITY. ONE AND ALL, THEY HAVE A BONE TO PICK, THEY ARE READY TO FIGHT, BECAUSE THEY HAVE NOTHING LEFT THAT THEY CAN DO."
And with a shout that is both at once faint and ghostly, and strong and powerful, the Lost begin their assault on the Godmodder's forces. Gunfire, pitchforks, swords, all many of weaponry. Every attack imaginable in terms of conventional weaponry, and even many outside of that range, are unleashed in the fury of those who did not even have the privilege to count themselves among the damned, and were left to wander the pathways of death without guides.
Light shines within the portal, grand lights, strong as the sun and moon, cold and hot as them both. Celestial energies flash, as a pair of soldier formations move forward out of the portal. One of them shining with lunar energy, the other solar. The soldiers in each glare at each other, but know that what is at stake here is more important than whatever petty rivalry they had before might demand that they do.
"THE SOLAR AND LUNAR EMPIRES WERE AT WAR FOR AS LONG AS ANYONE IN THEIR BOUNDARIES COULD REMEMBER. ANOTHER STORY BROUGHT TO AN ABRUPT CONCLUSION WHEN THE FIRST PEACE TALKS IN OVER A CENTURY WERE INTERRUPTED BY THE ARRIVAL OF THE GODMODDER'S VANGUARD FORCE. WHO KNOWS WHETHER A TRUCE WOULD'VE BEEN SIGNED OR NOT, BUT HIS ARRIVAL KILLED YET ANOTHER CHANCE FOR THOSE WHO WOULD SUE FOR PEACE, AND BRING HAPPINESS AND HARMONY TO THOSE WHO LIVE."
And so the assembled myrmidons move forward, a tactical, organized force of swords, arrows and celestial power, moving down to supplement the raw might of the armies already assembled. The Godmodder can only watch helplessly from behind his desk full of paperwork as the armies tear through his forces with increasing fervor.
Next up comes an unusual individual. Out of the portal comes a massive box-mech, piloted by none other than Crate-ose, the God of Boxes. Piono opens his mouth to speak but the God of Boxes hushes him down, turning to the Godmodder.
"You know who I am, you know what I do, and anyone who's paid any attention to the plot at all whatsoever knows what my grudge against you is. You've killed my friends and family, you've tried to kill me in the past, and nothing is ever going to bring back all of the people I thought I'd be sharing eternity with but now will never see again. I might not be able to fight you, but I can give your lackeys the worst day of their lives."
And with that, warehouses, boxes, crates and shipping containers, everything that holds thing imaginable pours out of the portal to Piono's inventory, bringing with them turrets, guns, weaponized vehicles and more, and with this onslaught, the God of Boxes throws himself into the fray, besieging the Godmodder's forces with every box-based attack he can bring to muster, and him being a god, that is quite a lot.
More and more forces pour through the portal, armies of acolytes who seek to avenge the gods of the pantheon that have fallen, bringing with them the final vestiges of fallen divinity. The armies of General Custard and the legions of the fallen gods of the culinary pantheon. 42 of the assorted elemental planes send representatives to help unleash heck on the Godmodder's godslaying force, followed by the remnants of the Grand Inquisition and the Felsite Robotic Technocracy. More and more come, refugees of the destruction the Godmodder wrought on the surface, now turned into fighters against his reign of oppression.
As the Godmodder scrambles to finish his paperwork so that he can get back out there and rescue his forces, one particular group, the psion circle of Alkalos V, has cornered the Elite Archangel and the Horseman of War, weaving them up in a net of psionic power, and begun breaking into their minds to break them free of the Godmodder's hold.
Elim walks up to them. "How's it going?"
We can't seem to break through, something about the Godmodder's mind control power is too great for us to shatter.
"Try this." and Elim reaches out his staff with a small artifact, a shard of madness.
This will do.
And with that, utter madness is set into the two entity's minds, sending them so far into the deep end that even the Godmodder's control can't keep a grasp on the flow of their thoughts. Soon, the madness is retracted, and the two entities, gasping for breath, stand back to their feet, released and ready to fight the vile man that put them under his servitude in the first place.
The Godmodder finishes his paperwork.
With a victorious cry, he stands up from his chair, and launches himself at Piono's army in a furor to match that of the gods.
And Piono, who was keeping a close eye on the Godmodder presses a button at his side. The Godmodder stops as suddenly the armies arrayed against his forces suddenly begin to "destabilize" and warp away. Disappearing with cracks, or into puffs of smoke, but disappearing en masse.
The Godmodder whirls to face Piono, who glares at him.
"NO. ENOUGH PEOPLE HAVE FALLEN BY YOUR HAND ALREADY. THEY'LL LIVE ON TO CARRY ON THE FIGHT ELSEWHERE. YOUR BEEF IS WITH ME, AND MINE WITH YOU. LET'S DANCE PRETTY BOY."

The Impossible
Infinite Battle - Sonic Forces Soundtrack

The previous onslaught having abated, the Godmodder glares at Piono, how DARE he? How DARE this upstart player come along and mess up his godslaying crew like this? Even if he wound up being able to just undo all the damages without any real problem, an assault like this was absolutely unforgivable, Piono needed to be put in his place.
But then he notices that Piono is laughing. Piono is laughing hard. In the face of his own impending death, something that would mean absolutely nothing in the face of everything else the players would need to face… he was LAUGHING? Who does this upstart thing he is?
"HEY GODMODDER, THERE'S A TURN OF PHRASE ONE OF MY FRIENDS USE TO LIKE TO USE. WHEN COURAGE AND VALOR HAVE LONG SINCE FLED, THE DAY WILL BE WON BY THE GUY WHO REMEMBERED TO BRING REINFORCEMENTS TO THE PARTY."
There is a ding and a pop, and a tiny cube appears out of thin air. The improbability drive. Such a tiny little thing to cause such mass mayhem on other worlds, this one's power only mitigated by an obnoxiously large charge up time. And it's been charging this doozy for a LONG time.
"SAY CHEESE."
And chaos ensued. The first thing to happen was the rain of cheese (actual cheese this time, not just greatswords.) descending from the sky, great flaming wheels of milk product descending from the sky. This is not really the Godmodder's concern, this is merely to set the backdrop. The pot of petunias that lands square on his head and then explodes into blue whales on contact might, however, be something of a problem.
The Godmodder recovers only to get slammed in the face with the slapping kraken from earlier, he readies himself, only to get hit from the other side. And again and again. He tries to move out of the way but dodges right into Piono's next blow, a boxing kick to the cheek. He staggers backwards, but steps right into the beartrap that has mysteriously appeared there, and he falls over backwards, landing right on the potato landmine, showering him in french fries.
Piono grins. "See, now, the thing is that I have the advantage here. After all, what's the chances of you failing to dodge every single one of my attacks in a row? Incredibly low, which means that the improbability drive is going to make it happen. Every. Single. Time. Bet you wish you had the infinileaf clover with you right now, huh?"
Piono stops. "Wait frick, what happened to my voice? I thought I was in god-shouty mode now?." The improbability drives shrugs, and one of the passing shrubberies inputs that perhaps it's one of the side effects that improbability drives are notorious for having. Nobody understands the shrubbery however because it only speaks in the form of spitting frozen halibuts Northeast in morse code.
"Okay I hope this doesn't take too long, this is starting to get too surreal." The Godmodder attempts to attack Piono while his back is turned, but alas, the Godmodder's hands have temporarily turned into giraffes, ruining his strike.
Piono jumps up in the air and kicks the Godmodder, who is extremely surprised to find that his head comes off when he does, the Godmodder struggles around, trying to figure out where his head landed, when Piono picks him up and reenacts the touching scene in Avengers 1 where Hulk smashes Loki into the floor repeatedly. "Puny Godmodder."
The Godmodder breathes in powerful, pulling his body back to his head, where it reattaches and he stands back up, only for Piono to slam a table over his head, the Godmodder reaches for the nearest item, and smashes the extremely fragile glass ballerina against Piono's raised arm when Piono moves to block it, and Piono counters by beating the Godmodder over the head with a cruise ship.
The whole thing quickly devolves into a big ball of violence as Piono and the Godmodder attempt to one-up one another with increasingly cartoonish antics, with TNT, cannons, lasers and all sorts of other ACME provided products being provided, with Piono seeming to come out of it with barely a scratch, while the Godmodder is starting to get more and more haggard.
Suddenly, the Godmodder realizes what the problem is, and as Piono comes in, getting ready to javelin toss a volcano into the Godmodder, the Godmodder whirls around and throws a piece of cotton candy at the improbability drive.
Exactly as one would expect, the cotton candy turns into a massive roiling ball of destructive energy en route, and collides with the improbability drive. Which throws up its hands in disgust, and promptly implodes.
Piono's eyes widen as this happens: "oH NO" and then the volcano lands directly on top of him, squashing him flat. Piono clambers up out from underneath the massive pile of rock and magma, only for the Godmodder to punch him square in the jaw and send him tumbling across the ground.
Godmodder: Got anything to say for yourself?
Piono: "You're a git. Eat rubber chicken."
Piono immediately unleashes his boon from the God of Slapstick Comedy, and the Godmodder is blasted backwards by a veritable geyser of rubber chickens that spew from a portal opened up right in front of Piono.
The Godmodder immediately rights himself, but Piono's already stood back up as well, and is crackling with power again. This time, with power even greater than he's demonstrated before. It seems like whatever he initially set up the power up sequence for, it's about time for it to happen.

Worldshatter
[SDVX] Havox (extended)

Piono breathes deeply, and stretches forth his hand, Ircucvci materializing in it, and pulling out Ultimatum in the other hand. He spreads his arms out, and all 36 of his elemental artifacts (apparently he's got more than just the 25 he started out with now) flash into existence, hovering behind him.
Piono stares down the Godmodder. "IT'S VERY RARE THAT SOMEONE GETS TO DEMONSTRATE THIS LEVEL OF POWER WITHOUT BEING A GODMODDER, AND I DOUBT THAT EVEN IN THIS FORM I CAN TAKE YOU DOWN IN A FAIR FIGHT, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? SCREW IT. LET'S FINISH THIS WITH A BANG, NO MORE BACKWARDS TRICKS, NO MORE CHEAP SHOTS, JUST ME THROWING EVERYTHING I'VE GOT AT YOU AND SEEING WHAT STICKS TO YOUR UGLY FACE."
The Godmodder is about to laugh in Piono's face when Piono is suddenly in the Godmodder's face, slashing away with Ircucvci, the Godmodder casually, almost boredly, blocks every incoming strike, but is blown backwards a bit when Piono swings in with Ultimatum and opens fire, sending a solid wall of projectiles into the Godmodder.
The Godmodder isn't hurt though, he moves forward again, and swings his weapon down towards Piono, and Piono twirls around him, sending a blast of divine energy at the Godmodder, which barely even flinches him. The Godmodder comes screaming back towards Piono and when Piono brings Ultimatum back up for another strike, swings down, causing Piono to have to curve back out of the way.
Piono slams Ultimatum into the back of the Godmodder's head with the momentum of the spin, knocking the Godmodder back a fair bit, but the Godmodder isn't deterred, and starts flying up towards Piono. Piono takes this perfectly uses the straight-on trajectory to get an easy lock on, holds Ultimatum with both hands, and opens fire.
A massive stream of all kinds of ammo descends down from the sky, almost as if in slow motion, and slams into the Godmodder. The Godmodder is powerful, but the raw kinetic force of the onslaught is enough to push him down. The Godmodder hits the ground with a crack, and pushes up against it, arm raised to shield himself from the onslaught.
Then he opens a portal. Through it pours the massive onslaught of bullets, rockets, lasers and more, then he opens up to the portal in reverse, causing the stream to fight against itself, the explosions of kinetic force pushing back and making a wall of white right in front of the Godmodder.
Then the Godmodder pushes the portal forwards, slowly flying up and moving the wall of death closer to Piono, who can't see it coming because there is a wall of projectiles in front of his line of view. Finally the Godmodder gets up within melee range and swipes upwards, cleaving Ultimatum in half, sending Piono flying backwards with the force of the explosion.
Piono quickly rights himself in the air, and the Godmodder rolls his eyes as Piono comes screaming down towards him, sword held in both hands.
"БЕАТДОWН"
Piono launches into a super attack, swinging his sword in patterns around the Godmodder so fast that the eye cannot follow, leaving behind hazy afterimages of himself, knocking the Godmodder in every direction with his barrage of unstoppable bladed fury.
The Godmodder sighs and reaches out his hand, closing it around Ircucvci. Piono looks up in shock as the Godmodder glares at him, and clenches his fist. Cracks shoot up and down the sword, and before Piono can pull away, a monstrously powerful explosion sends him careening down to the ground as Ircucvci shatters into a million pieces. The Godmodder lands in front of Piono and drops the shards on the ground.
Godmodder: I've let you pull off too many of those super attacks in the past. It's about time I stopped letting you pester me like that.
Piono stands back up and screams, causing a large number of ghostly forms to shape up behind him, the Godmodder takes a step back, the godly boons again. Piono begins shouting names as he steps forward, calling upon the power of one god after another to pummel the Godmodder with different energies.
He calls upon the mother of all custard pies, a massive cow stampede, drops a house on the Godmodder's head, then follows it up with the boxing glove of infinite knockback and a boot to the head. The Godmodder is mostly unconcerned, and finally gets tired of this, demonstrating his lack of amusement by swinging his weapon up and unleashing a blast of the same power he used to defeat the gods previously to completely defuse Piono's boons, causing him to slide backwards a large distance. Piono looks up as the shades of the gods fade away into colorless smoke, and back down at the Godmodder.
The Godmodder grins. Piono twitches.
Piono reaches back, and his massive earth hammer streaks into his hands, and with a quick snap of his fingers, it shrinks down to a usable, though still quite hefty, size. He swings underhanded and a barrage of rocks shoots up towards the Godmodder, who blocks them with a shield made of paper mache. The Godmodder spin-throws his shield straight at Piono, who smashes it off into the distance with his hammer, and leaps at the Godmodder.
"ЦАТАЦЛЫСМ"
He slams down his hammer with all of his might, and massive rocks streak forwards up out of the ground with enough force to impale a tank, let alone a single man. The godmodder does a triple backflip up into the air, right over the spike that would've slammed into him, and lands on the tippy top, in perfect position for hit the incoming thrown mountain with a baseball bat, sending it careening right back at Piono.
Piono attempts to hit the mountain back with his hammer, but instead of being able to initiate a game of back and forth with the Godmodder, the Godmodder leaps forward and jumps on the mountain as Piono hits it with his hammer, causing the mountain to increase in power, and bend the hammer back until the head of hit shatters, sending out a massive shockwave of power that shatters the earth as far as the eye can see, and making a massive crater that Piono falls down into.
The Godmodder lifts the mountain that Piono had chucked at him and tosses it over his shoulder, where it lands with a massive THUD. An arrow streaks up towards the Godmodder with a massive amount of power, but the Godmodder doesn't even sidestep it, he just grabs the arrow between his pinky and thumb, then snaps it in half, sending the two halves of the arrow clattering to the ground.
Piono jumps up out of the crater on a gust of wind and begins machine-gunning arrows down at the Godmodder, who dances out of the way, literally. He doesn't even do a dance that makes sense for evasion, he literally break dances out of the way of all the arrows. Piono roars with anger and draws the bowstring all the way back, as far back as he can get it to go.
"СУПЕРЦЕЛЛ"
Piono unleashes an arrow that has mach-speed winds flowing behind it, the eye of the largest storm ever conceived in an arrow that twists around and streaks towards the Godmodder so fast it ignites the air.
The Godmodder backhands it casually, sending it clattering away as if it were nothing more than a nerf dart, and before Piono can nock another arrow, he darts forward and sparta kicks Piono back into the crater, catching the bow and snapping it across his knee.

This song and dance continues for quite a while, Piono pulls up another of his elemental artifacts, and the Godmodder destroys it. However, since I've only got so much time in the day, and you guys are probably better off not having to read it all, I'll just give bullet points of each of them.

ДЕЛУГЕ: Piono's water trident is used to summon a massive tsunami that the Godmodder surfboards over, before bending into a hoop shape and spin-throwing off into the distance.
АРМАГЕДДОН: Piono's fire axe is used to call down a great and terrible firestorm that the Godmodder puts out with a firehose, before smashing the axe with a replica of a tree.
ГАИА: Piono's plant staff is used to call up a mighty jungle full of vines and poisonous plants that the Godmodder proceeds to cook into a stew and eat, before using the staff as firewood.
СУПЕРНОВА: Piono's energy rifles simple fire off one of the largest energy blasts in living history, which the Godmodder reflects into the sky with a mirror, before corking them up, causing them to explode looney-tunes style.
РАГНАРОК: Piono's ice rapier freezes everything so hard that the air itself shatters, but the Godmodder is wearing a fur coat so he comes out just shouts really loud and the rapier is sundered.
ТХУНДЕРХЕАД: Piono's lightning wand is used to summon the mother of all lightning bolts, carrying billions of volts, but the Godmodder is carrying his trusty "lightning rod" which grounds the entire thing, dispelling it. He then uses the wand as a chopstick with special fish that absorbs all of the wand's electrical power.
ФЕРРОЦУМУЛУС: Piono's Metal flail rips all of the metal in the vicinity out and turns it into razor sharp shards that fly towards the Godmodder only to get stuck on a convenient giant bar magnet, so the Godmodder comes over and breaks one of the links in the flail's chain, causing the spikey ball to fly off into the distance.
МИНДБРЕАК: Piono's Mind crown is used to unleash a mental barrage of epic proportions upon the Godmodder, and it just sorta fails because failed. The Godmodder then pops out all the gems in the crown, causing it to depower.
АБОМИНАТИОН: Piono's Beast catchpole is used to summon one of the mightiest abominations ever summoned, only for the Godmodder to tame it with his tame-o-matic 5000, and sick it on Piono, which breaks the catchpole in the ensuing struggle.
БРЕАКДОWН: Piono's Machine wrench is used to build a gargantuan mecha, which has a screw loose at the bottom and falls apart immediately. The Godmodder then points out all the ways that the wrench breaks safety regulations, causing it to retire out of shame.
ЦОНТИНУУМ: Piono's Space whip is used to pull space apart, and lengthen the space between all of the Godmodder's molecules so that they fly apart, but the Godmodder just reassembles himself, then ties the whip into a useless knot.
ЕПОЧ: Piono's Time watch is used to create a massive continuity snarl and convoluted series of time loops that the Godmodder could never escape, except it's interrupted by the arrival of the temporal guardian, who Piono enters into a grand duel with, only to lose and have the watch taken when the Godmodder rigs it in the guardian's favor.
ГЕНЕСИС: Piono's Light mace is used to create a powerful solid illusion, that would be strong enough to fight the Godmodder if it weren't for the fact that it's not, and the Godmodder presses the off button on the mace, then shatters it when the light goes out.
АПОЦАЛЫПСЕ: Piono's Dark gauntlet is used to create writhing shadows that pierce the Godmodder with infinitely sharp edges born of incorporeality, but the Godmodder is not afraid of the dark and thus unaffected, so he decides to make the gauntlet more cheerful and draws happy colors on it, causing the gauntlet to quit out of indignation.
ЕВИСЦЕРАТИОН: With Piono's Blood knife, Piono attempts to liquify the Godmodder's organs with his own internal abilities, but the Godmodder has already mastered his own internal organs, and scrambles Piono's instead, stealing the knife and doing something with it while the camera is focused on Piono trying to reassemble his insides.
ЕХПАНСЕ: Piono's Void sickle is used to conjure up a mighty vortex that attempts to draw the Godmodder in but he uses his trusty vacuum to counter it, then makes the sickle void itself and poof out of existence.
Дивиниты: Piono's Order scepter attempts to totally crystallize the Godmodder, rendering him unable to move, but the Godmodder is used to hostile transformations and just shrugs it off, introducing the scepter to random number scripts, causing it to self destruct.
ФОРБИДДАНЦЕ: With his Chaos ring, Piono attempts to accelerate entropy, making the Godmodder totally fall apart at the absence of any cohesive meaning, but the Godmodder took his gobbledygook course freshman year in highschool and technobabbles up an excuse. He then explains that the ring cannot be an incarnation of chaos because it's made of metal and metal is made of orderly structures. It vanishes in a puff of logic.
ЕХТИНЦТИОН: Piono uses his Life scythe to try and drain all of the life out of the Godmodder, but the Godmodder has too much, and the scythe overloads and explodes.
НЕВЕРМОРЕL: Piono tries to use his Death scythe to rip out the Godmodder's soul, but the Godmodder is the master of soul magics and the scythe implodes by having all its power drained.
АСПИРАТИОН: Piono tries to use his Hope vial to give himself a shot of hope and empower his further attacks, but the Godmodder drinks it first, using it to then crush:
СИНГУЛАРИТЫ: Piono's attempt with his Gravity chestplate before he can even START to make a black hole. The pure hope power makes the chestplate explode.
ЦАЦОПХОНЫL: Piono uses his Sound guitar to write the ultimate song, so powerful even gods will wither before its majesty. The Godmodder gives it a 0 star review, and the guitar falls into despair and kills itself.
ЕРАДИЦАТЕ: Piono attempts to use his Ink pen to write the Godmodder's existence out of existence but the Godmodder gives the book a terrible review and something something pen breaks.
АРЦАНУМ: Piono attempts to use his magic amulet to perform the ultimate magical maelstrom on the Godmodder, but the Godmodder disproves the maelstrom AND the amulet with SCIENCE.
ДИСРУПТИОН: Piono attempts to disrupt the Godmodder's form with his Distortion mirror but the Godmodder points out that he's used that basic idea already and the Curse of Repetition destroys the mirror before Piono can finish the attack.
УЛТИМА: Piono pulls out his Creation pickaxe and creates the ultimate weapon, but then the Godmodder creates the ultimater weapon and destroys the pickaxe and the ultimate weapon.
ФИНАЛЕ: Piono tries to just obliterate the Godmodder using his Oblivion rod but the Godmodder points out that I've never had any interesting ideas for oblivion energy attacks so the attack fails on the basis of being boring, and the Godmodder takes the rod and throws it into a font of pure creation.
НИГХТМАРЕ: Piono's Dream naginata puts the Godmodder into a living nightmare, which he opts to just wake up from, and when he does so the naginata is gone.
РЕНД: Piono's Reality scroll allows him to rewrite the laws of physics to remove Godmodding from being a thing temporarily, but then the Godmodder argues that it clearly still does because he just ripped the scroll in half.
СЫСТЕМ ЕРРОР and ДИМЕНСИОНАЛИТЫ with Piono's Code rocket launcher and Tetrominoes shield don't even get a chance to get started because the Godmodder is getting bored by that point and just takes the weapons and breaks them preemptively,
ФЛАВОРТАСТИЦ fails because Ranch Dressing is a weaksauce element, and blenders are terrible weapons and ДЕРАИЛЕД gets disrupted because Piono never finishes tying the Godmodder to the railroad tracks to run him over with his Train train before the Godmodder smashes it.

Piono bounces backwards across the ground away from the trainwreck of an attack he attempted on the Godmodder just previously. He struggles to stand up. All of his elemental artifacts except for the one with control over ranch dressing have been destroyed, and his powers are starting to fade.
The Godmodder: Piono, what exactly were you trying to accomplish?
The Godmodder lands in front of Piono, picking him up by the scruff of the neck, then tossing him away, sending him skidding across the ground.
The Godmodder: A grand scheme, a grand attack that would somehow undo the thousands of mistakes you've made in the past?
Piono tries to stand up, only for the Godmodder to kick him in the face, sending him tumbling backwards once more.
The Godmodder: Somehow reverse this battle's inevitable outcome?
Piono comes up to his feet out of the roll, only for the Godmodder to throw a basketball at him. The basketball hits Piono at a quarter of the speed of light, square in the jaw, and Piono crumples again.
The Godmodder: Do you think this is a game? That if you just try hard enough, and use the joy inside your heart... that that's all its going to take?
The Godmodder walks over to Piono, and looks down at him with contempt. Piono tries to get up, only for the Godmodder to kick him in the ribs. He kicks Piono in the ribs several more times for good measure.
The Godmodder: Oh, and don't think I don't know about your special little hope. You've voiced it often enough.
The Godmodder stomps on Piono's chest sending a heaving gasp out of him.
The Godmodder: You somehow think you can save the people I've killed.
The Godmodder picks up Piono by the collar of his armor, and holds him up, looking the bloodied Piono right in eyes.
The Godmodder: Piono... they're gone. And they're always going to be gone.
The Godmodder: Down there, in the depths of a prison even lower than the HEXAGONAFIELD...
The Godmodder: Nothing can escape from that. Nothing can be saved.
The Godmodder holds up Piono right in front of him, holding his own hand back, forming a massive shining spear of light in it.
The Godmodder: And now... it's time... for you... to join them.
Piono coughs up a bit of blood stares defiantly into the Godmodder's eyes. "I'm not out of tricks yet you smug gorilla." The Godmodder blinks, and suddenly feels a massive tentacle wrap around his torso, and yank him backwards, causing him to drop Piono. The slapping kraken never got dismissed, and decides it wants a shot at the Godmodder.
Piono falls to the ground, and while the Godmodder goes about his task of turning the slapping kraken into calamari, Piono slowly comes to his feet. There was on weapon he has in his inventory that he's never used before, that he doesn't know the reliability of, but that is his only option left.
It is time to call upon the powers of the rapture.
The Godmodder turns around as a massive, shining, shimmering light made up of all the colors of reality, reds, blues, ultraviolets, every color combination ever seen by any being, all swirled together in a blaze of glory.
Piono stands shakily, pointing the sword right at the Godmodder. "FIne. I MAy Not HAve THe POwer To BEat YOu NORMally, But I CAn STill GIve It My BEst SHot." and he swings the sword. A blazing cut of glory shatters the landscape, darting straight towards the Godmodder, who steps to the side of it, and blips over to Piono, punting him into the sky.
Piono heaves one final breath, and looks down.
"облитерате"
He points the sword downwards and ghosts of all the elements form up. You can see colors representing almost every power to have ever existed swirl together in a massive vortex of obliterative anger, and it rushes down to meet the Godmodder. The Godmodder has no intention of letting the first attack Piono has let off that actually has a chance of harming him hit him head-on however, and immediately moves out of the way, but Piono swipes sideways, and the Godmodder soon finds himself being followed by a wave motion beam of pure destructive energy.
So the Godmodder curves up towards Piono, ready to strike him down for his folly, but Piono is already having problems of his own. Rapture is shaking in his hands, vibrating rapidly and shaking more and more violently, so as he swings it around to try and block the Godmodder's incoming strike he is in no position to stop it from coming apart at the seams and ripping to screaming omni-destructional pieces.

And then everything turned to white.

Terminatus
At the Price of Oblivion - 03 Even in Death

Piono floated in a void of pure white. Around him floated echoes of his own power, bouncing back off of some unknown presence. "Is this it? Did I die? No, wait, I probably wouldn't ache so much if I had died." Piono experimentally blows some air backwards to propel himself forwards, and is relieved to discover that he does in fact move. At least, he thinks he does, it's hard to tell without a frame of reference.
He propels himself forward for a while, hoping to maybe find something, but after a while of moving around, in various directions, with no change in anything, he begins to get tired. He hasn't got much time, he thinks, all the power up surges should kick in at some point, there's absolutely no way he's got enough time to just screw around.
"Hello?" He shouts. The sound echoes around the void, coming back to him over and over again from different angles, each time growing softer, so that it goes from a single loud echo, eventually fading to many quiet whispers that fade into silence. No response other than that.
He tries again. "Is anyone there?"
"Why don't you tell me?"
Piono whirls around at the sound of the familiar, and extremely unwelcome voice. That of his own, from a time long past. Eric. He looks Eric up and down, but it's not Eric, not exactly. It's himself. Or, well, the two of them share a body, but Eric before didn't take the appearance of Piono, with all the extra runes and stuff, but now? All the body modifications are shared between them, exactly, down to the modified eyes.
"You."
"No, you. We're the same person."
"No we're not, we may be the same body, but I'm not you."
"And I'm not me either."
"Then who are you?"
"I already said who I am."
"How can you be me? Unless this is a dream sequence?"
"It is in a way."
"What do you mean, in a way? Am I dead?"
"Sort of."
"How can I only be sort of dead?"
"In the manner that reality doesn't register you as 'alive' right now, and that depending on what decision you make, it's analysis will shortly be correct."
"How is that possible?"
"In short? You ripped a hole in the Multiverse. We're floating in the edge space right now. The point around the fringes, that holds the energy, the information, that makes everything run in the background while nobody's paying attention. The portion that nobody thinks about, that nobody KNOWS about."
"I'm confused."
"That's understandable. It's a hard concept to grasp without a lot of explaining of metaphysics and the lines between the worlds."
"..."
"You have a question?"
"A few actually, the first of which being; if you're me, and I don't know this stuff, how come you do?"
"Because much like everything else here, it's only true in a manner of speaking. I am the culmination of what you are in the current moment. Everything you've achieved, everything you've hoped, everything you've feared. All of it, manifested into an illusion here to give you direction before you head back into the fray for the last time."
"Then why are you here?"
"To give you a choice. Where things go from here rests on many shoulders, the individual decisions of around… 50 people, a group to the forefront of which you have stepped once more."
"So what's my choice then? Is it a life or death sort of thing?"
"No, while that's a time honored tradition, you already made that choice, and it would not be right to give you the power to avoid the consequences of that decision. No, what I am here to offer you is a choice between vengeance and justice."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Doesn't it? What you want in this moment, more than anything, is to see the Godmodder suffer for all the destruction he has caused, for all the people he has hurt. For all the times he's hurt YOU. The gears are already in motion for the retribution against him. What you do at this point will not change the final outcome."
"Then what's the point of bringing me here, if none of it matters?"
"I didn't say that. While you do not have the power to whether or not the Godmodder dies, the trust and faith placed in you by the many who are now standing at your side has put you in a peculiar position. You cannot change the destination, but you can change the path of the journey."
"Meaning?"
"You have two choices now, the power to make the Godmodder suffer, to make him understand what he's done, and to wrack his soul with anguish and pain. This will perhaps deal a few extra points of damage to his already rather low health bar, but they are points that would be lost by other means if you do not choose that path. The thing you would be gaining here would be retribution, the ability to make the Godmodder properly suffer for what he has done, to return upon him pain for all the pain that he has caused other people, a way to exact your anger on the person who is its target."
"Then what could you possibly offer me that could be better than that?"
"Justice. In the other hand available to you is the power to ruin the Godmodder's work. To tear down his armies, at least in part, and leave his empire devastated. To return death and destruction on all of those who have aided the Godmodder, who see to benefit from the crimes he has committed. The power to tear down the support pillars of his empire and leave him to try and pick up the pieces, and in doing so give your friends and many others who you will never know the chance to rally, to rebuild their lives and do something. To return hope to reality, and open up a path for new heroes, so that should the Godmodder fail to fall at the end of this war, then others may continue to fight him."
"Wait are you saying that we lose?"
"No, I'm saying that I am bound against telling you the outcome. Knowing whether your friends can carry on the fight to its conclusion without you would change the decision you make here."
"If you want me to choose a specific outcome, then why don't you just tell me which to choose and be done with it?'
"Because free choice is an essential part of living, of why reality exists. Some don't get the freedom of choice, but those who do must be allowed to enact their responsibility to do so. Without that, there is no purpose, and as such it would be… a form of sacrilege to make a poor metaphor if I were to divest you of your final choice."
"So this is really it then?"
"You're not getting out of this, no. You will die, the Godmodder will claim your soul, and the war shall continue on without you."
"Then I have only one more question."
"Of course."
"How can I trust you. How can I trust any of this? Time and time again the Godmodder has fooled us with tricks, traps and all manner of deception. For heavens sake, the chain of events that led me to this very place was caused by me falling for his lies and dragging everyone else along with me. So how do I know this isn't just another illusion, conjured up in my last moments to torment me with the knowledge that I've failed completely and utterly?"
"Look."
And the conjuration points upwards. Piono looks up and can see the Bank of Actions, the Godmodder rallying his troops and preparing to make his counterattack against the forces of the Anti Godmodder players who stand against him. The players, weary, beaten down, but not defeated. There is still hope shining in their eyes, a will to fight, to see the day won at any cost. Some of them take looks up towards the void where Piono and the conjuration are, but they know that their fight is more urgent.
"Can they see us?"
"No but they can see the tear you opened up in the sky with your final attack. A streak of white through the sky of purgatory. You know now that I am not lying, so choose."
"..."
"Well?"
"I don't want to choose. Both of these things need to happen."
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice about choosing this time. Much as your decisions to follow the rules presented to you have oft caused you and others trouble, your decisions to break off the path, and choose something different has just as frequently brought things to an unfortunate halt."
"I… I can't…"
"But you must. Choosing not to choose is a choice in and of itself."
"But…"
"You cannot hide from this."
"I…"
"You cannot run from this."
"I…"
"You cannot pretend you are something you are not."
"I…"
"And this is a moment that will define who you are remembered as for all of eternity."
"I… choose…"
"So think very, very carefully."
"..."
"Well?"
"I choose

Omnicide
The Plagues- Prince of Egypt Soundtrack

The Godmodder looks up at the rift. He was barely out of range of it when whatever Piono did to open it happened. He's definitely going to need to do something about it, especially if Piono actually manages to come back and do something.
In fact…
He thinks he'll do something about it right now. His entities should have the players well in hand, even with the damages they've sustained, he can go up and claim his soul right now, another little nugget of power can't hurt, can it?
The Godmodder flies upwards towards the massive rift in the sky, and twirls his weapon. This will only take a second, he just needs to patch up the fabric of reality around it, then stitch it closed with a smidgen of Godmodding power. Peculiar that a mere player was able to do something like this…
Hmm.. his soul doesn't seem to be here, did it fall into the a hand suddenly darts out of the rift and grabs the Godmodder by his neck, Piono slowly pushes out of the rift, holding the Godmodder who finds himself… extremely oddly unable to break himself free of Piono's neck grasp.
Godmodder: This…
"This isn't my power, I know that. I'm borrowing from someone else for a few moments. Lots of someone else's. I was given a choice, and I made a decision, so before you take my soul I'm going to make you regret killing my friends. Regret killing me."
Godmodder: And what do you think you're going to do?
"Bring justice."
The Godmodder feels an odd prickling on the back of his neck. An unpleasant sensation to be sure, but not pain. It's definitely not going to deal any damage at this rate at the very least.
Godmodder: What are you-
"Taking aim."
And then the Godmodder sees. He can see his entire empire, armies arrayed across worlds, monsters in the void, stationed in the ruins of the homes of fallen godlings. Destruction and ruin reigned over by his own creations and stolen minds. A massive arrayed army scattered out across a vast cosmos, more and more of it falling under the Godmodder's purview with every passing moment. The Godmodder can't help but smile. He can see everything that he's accomplished, he's done the impossible, subjugated almost all of a reality.
And then he notices that something is wrong.
A shadow moves across his empire. Nobody notices it, not one of his numerous mages, oracles and great beasts see something. He wants to shout a warning, bark orders, tell them that someone's getting ready to do… something. But he can't he's not actually there, only aware of it.
A voice whispers in his ear. Then it suddenly screeches so loud that he can't register anything it says. Finally, it tries a third time and he can hear Piono's voice clearly "-umber of… oh there we go you can hear me now. I'm not going to bother saying much. Every word I say to you wastes energy I could be using to do what I'm about to do, so, I'll just leave you with this little message from a dead man walking."
"Look upon your works ye mighty and despair."
And with that, Piono strikes. The Godmodder feels an enormous surge of energy push out into the hidden cloud that has settled over his empire and a shot of fear runs through his heart. He suddenly knows what's about to happen, and even if Piono hadn't temporarily incapacitated him, he doubted he could save all of it from everything that's about to ensue.

Far away, up in the real world, arctic reposition station #5082 sits quiet. A pair of soulraze soldiers sit at a table, sipping cups of Godmodder Brand™ tea to keep themselves warm. The prisoners within the facility have been quiet tonight, less of the usual crying and screams. Strange, usually they don't go into starvation comas until Wednesday. "Hey. What's that out there?"
The soulraze soldier looks up at where his companion is pointing. "Looks like a flash of lightning. Just another storm, just because it's cold doesn't mean we can't get lightning." Then he blinks as the lightning crackles again, flashing with brilliant intensity, and making its way all the way across the sky."
"That big?"
"No, not that big." and then the thunder hits. A wave of sound hits the wall where the two soldiers are sitting that rattles their teacups with its intensity. "And not that fast too, those clouds are coming in hot."
"You think we've got an attack coming in?"
"Sound the alarm, we've got a demigod or storm mage or something coming in, I'd stake my yearly not getting a wage on it."
"On it."
Soon the entire facility has been roused to full alert, gates and doors being closed, windows shuttered and reinforced, all weapons put on alert to try and track down whoever is bringing in the storm and blow them out of the sky.
But the storm rolls in ever closer, the first massive sheets of rain hitting with a thunderous drumming that almost completely blinds them, and even their most sophisticated radar still can't see anything out there but lightning and rain.
In the main headquarters, the officer and his sargeants meet with each other. "What do you think is going on?" "I have no idea, but something's definitely not right." "Well, we'll weather this storm until whoever's setting it up-" and he never finishes the sentence, because at that very moment, a lightning bolt meters in diameter slams into the control center of the facility, reducing the entire thing to expanding stone vapor in an instant, killing every soulraze trooper in the building at once. Not only that, but every electric system in the building bursts with sparks and molten metal, the power sent surging through the systems overloading everything at once. The Soulraze soldiers are left in the dark.
The various soldiers stumble around, lighting flashlights and headlamps to try and stumble their way around, but the assault isn't done. Powerful winds tear into the walls of the building, sending walls tumbling down with the sheer force of the gusts, more lightning strikes land with precision, wiping out engineers and repairmen who attempt to repair anything, scattering molten rock with lightning blast after lightning blast, ripping the entire thing to shreds.
A group of soulraze guards move down to the basement to try and get out of the way of the storm, but as they get down there they find something incredibly disconcerting. The prisoners are free, and very, very angry. With a shout, the soulrazers attempt to mow down the prisoners causing them to take shelter in their cells, but there are too many of them, and the soulrazers retreat back up to a mid-level stairwell…
Only for the winds of the storm to rip the ceiling clean off. Several lightning strikes later, there is nothing left of the soulraze soldiers but smoking piles of ash, and the prisoners climb out of their area, watching as the clouds break up supernaturally fast, and fade away.
One of the newer prisoners turns to the others, shivering a bit in the arctic cold, but he can see the storehouse for the soldiers' gear nearby. They'll be able to survive. "Brothers, sisters and other! Today is the day of our freedom. Today is the day we take back our lives, today is the beginning of our campaign to take back our homelands from the Godmodder!" A number of cheers of various strength go back up, and the numerous survivors offer up prayers of thanks to whatever unknown god offered them such sudden and powerful salvation.

The Godmodder looks on in horror as scenes like that player out in many locations across his empire, stations ripped apart by high winds, spaceships rendered useless by meteor strikes, important communication towers struck down with lightning, but it is only the beginning.

In Salt Mine #901109 on the planet Exilair, a number of Pro-Godmodder slaverbots whip their prisoners, ordering them to mine out the salt that is needed for their tears-based fuel. The first sign they have that something might be amiss is when the ground begins to rumble.
The Slavemasterbot sighs, it hates it when slaves die, it's so frustrating when he has to whip the new ones into submission, it's such a waste of time, and every time an earthquake happens they lose several hundred slaves.
But then the earth continues shake and the Slavemasterbot begins to get worried, if there's a really bad earthquake coming, they might lose as much as half the slave population in one go, and that would be absolutely unacceptable, he might even get his pay docked for such a blatant mismanagement of resources.
The Slavemasterbot is about to order the slaverbots to go call some of the slaves out of the mine when a massive spike of rock shoots up out of the ground and impales the slavemasterbot with extreme prejudice. The slavemasterbot looks down at what remains of its torso with surprise as its electronics start to fail and its eyes grow dim.
The slaverbots panic, but have little time to react as the ground erupts with rock, crushing them, opening up crevices that then slam close, grinding the bot within to fine metal dust within, and more.
The slaverbots scramble to try and find a way to stop the onslaught, but their mining equipment has been overturned and smashed. It's like the very ground beneath their feet has erupted in fury with the atrocities they have commited in the name of their dark master. They're too busy panicking to realize that larger portions of the ground are opening up, and bringing with them rock platforms full of slaves, to see the surface sun for the first time in years.
When the shaking finally stops, the last handful of slaverbots look around themselves… and realize that they are absolutely surrounded by miners, miners who are equipped with heavy mining equipment. And the slaverbots are outnumbered, with no heavy weaponry left to back them up.
The slaverbots do not last long.

The Godmodder tries to scream in rage as he watches the scenes play out all across the cosmos, the very ground turning against his armies and swallowing up entire battalions, freeing enslaved miners and bringing entire fortresses to ruin. But nothing he tries to say stops the disasters.

In a distant research station, a godmodder-hired mad scientist works on his latest creation. The baby cannon. A cannon that fires babies. Should it work properly, not only will it be a vastly powerful weapon in the hands of capable soldiers, but it should do a great job at demoralizing opponents, and also improve the efficiency of one of the manners in which the Godmodder punishes those who rebel against his rule.
He hears a rumble, and looks outside. Well, that's not right, the sky's not supposed to be a glowing red at this time of day is it? It's usually a calm green, and it definitely does not glow like that. He absolutely CANNOT work under these conditions, so he storms out of the lab to go confront the soldiers and get them to put the sky back to normal.
He storms up to the roof to find the positioned guards gawking at the sky. He immediately demands why they're not doing anything to fix it, and they reply that they don't know why it's like that. They can call their superiors and try to get things fixed up, but they aren't sure how long that will take.
The mad scientist is enraged, and is about to take it out on the poor soldiers when fire begins raining from the skies. Waves of flaming death descending from the heavens, raining death and destruction upon the Godmodder's forces. A massive chunk of fire slamming into the position where the mad scientist and his guards are, killing them all.
Down below, in the holding cells where a number of grieving mothers await their termination, a piece of fire scorches through the ceiling of the room and destroys the door to their cell. They clamber out, and have soon found their crying children. Though some of them will never see their husbands or other children ever again, they can take comfort that they've had this little bit restored to them.

The Godmodder writhes as burning rain descends down upon his empires, scorching away the evil he has left to grow wherever he could place it to take root. Precision strikes, destroying all that he has worked to build.

Out in a distant station orbiting a distant star, a massive farming complex has been set up, using slave labor (as all the Godmodder's things do) to grow food in vast quantities for his mighty armies.
George has known nothing but hardship and pain his entire life, the work forced upon those who are born in the Godmodder's empire no less than those who were forced into it once older. He has seen nothing new except for the constant shifting of faces as slaves die in the fields and their slave drivers are changed out for new ones to keep them from somehow getting attached to any of the slaves.
But today he sees something different. He works out in the field and finds one of the cornstalks being chewn on by a strange thing. George leans in and looks at it. "hello there little friend, you can't eat that, we need it for…" the grasshopper looks up at him and chirps.
One of the slavedrivers hears the noise and stalks over to George. "Hey, who's making that racket? We can't have-" George looks up at the slavedriver. "I'm sorry sir, it's just there's this little" The slavedriver backhands him so hard that George topples over. Another bruise for the next day. "Don't speak until spoken to. Now what's this over here…" the slavedriver leans in to examine the grasshopper…
And a swarm of locusts erupts from the plants, slamming into the slavedriver and lifting him screaming off his feet with millions of tiny bodies, biting and ripping at him even though their mandibles are made for tearing plant matter, not meat. It is not pleasant for him.
George watches in muffled horror, but also excitement and a deep, dark pleasure as the slavedriver is torn apart by the insect horde, and more and more of the bugs pour out of the plantmatter, swarming outwards to rip into the slavedrivers. One of them screams and hurries through the door, shutting it behind him. But then he hears the thudding. One after another, gentle slamming on the door, until it grows louder and louder, more and more persistent, dents appearing in the metal until the door explodes inwards, smashed inwards by the fury of billions of bugs.

The Godmodder can't believe what he is watching. Storms, earthquakes, raining fire and now plagues of bugs greater even than those spoken of in the bible. All he can do is watch in fury and horror as more and more of his settlements fall to the onslaught.

On another world, soulraze soldiers in a massive dropship are chasing down the teenage daughter of a warlord who found the Godmodder's taxes too atrocious for his people to bear. He and his wife were dragged away screaming, but his daughter escaped.
Not for much longer however, as the dropship closes in on her location. She nocks an arrow, knowing that her attempt to fight back with the primitive weaponry she has available to herself will be useless against the soldiers. But her father chose to fight and so will she.
She looks out from behind the tree, then rolls to the side as a massive energy blast rips the tree in half. She's thrown to the ground, and the soulraze soldiers land, quickly advancing on her, her arrows clinking uselessly off her armor. She has no hope, nothing can save her now.
And then the earth heaves. The soulraze forces look around worriedly, pointing their guns in every direction to try and figure out what it is that's causing the upheaval. And then the ground heaves upwards, an enormous titan of stone rising up out of hillside with baleful red eyes that looks down on the soulraze soldiers.
The soldiers point their weapons up at this new threat and open fire, doing pitifully small amounts of damage before it stretches out its hand and squashes them, before turning to the dropship as it opens fire on it. The titan straightens up and with a single mighty swing, sends the dropship skipping across the landscape, smashing into tiny little pieces as it tumbles away.
The titan leans down, peering at the girl, who cowers in fright as a massive stone hand encloses itself around her, she's so scared that she doesn't even notice the movement until the hand opens up once more, setting her on the titan's shoulder. The titan looks at her expectantly, and as she slowly comes out of her shock, she looks off into the distance, and points towards the city still occupied by soulraze forces. The titan nods, and lets out a sound that sounds like a mix between a rock slide and a bellow, and across the landscape, shapes rise up, massive creatures of rock rising from their slumber, and marching as one force on the occupying armies of the Godmodder.

The Godmodder would gawk if he were in his body right now. All across reality, ancient beings are being called from their slumber, awoken to fight an enemy more powerful and dangerous than any other ever seen before. Titans, old gods, precursor machinery and slumbering wizards, all of them rise to the call, and begin to lay waste to the Godmodder's forces.

On a distant battlefield, a mighty Godmodder-manufactured mecha marches through a rebellion's army. Three worlds, banded together with their greatest technology and magic, but they can do nothing to stop this single mechanical monstrosity from tearing through their ranks. It stomps and it shoots and it rips through everything, the soldiers inside laughing and joking and celebrating at getting such a cushy job.
Out on the battlefield, the generals speak in worried voices, trying to figure out some way that they can possibly bring down the mighty shield generator that renders the mechanical monster invincible to every form of attack they have at their disposal.
"Do we have any adventurer teams left?"
"No, Jorgen's Japerers were the last ones, and they went silent after the last ten minutes of screaming on their radios. They're the last hope we had."
"We can't surrender."
"What else can we do?! Run and hide? The Godmodder's armies will just hunt us down and find us. If we lose here, we lose everything."
"We've already lost, we can't-"
And suddenly the mechanical beast shudders to a halt. Inside its cockpit the warriors scramble in terror as red lights blare, a pleasant female voice telling them that reactor shutdown is imminent, and that the power loss has rendered the shield useless.
"What?"
"I don't care what's going on, it's shield is down!"
"But what if its another trap?"
"I DON'T CARE, OPEN FIRE!"

All across the Godmodder's empire critical machinery abruptly breaks down, clockwork gears shattering and spinning off into the distance, electrical wiring short circuiting and sending airships crashing into the ground, entire spaceships losing power and floating helplessly in space. Death robots fall apart mid-slaughter and more.

In a necromantic study, a circle of dark mages working for the Godmodder ready their spell. The Telhaki Elves have been nothing but a thorn in the side of the occupation of this world. Their honor prevented them from submitting to the Godmodder, and their woodland skills make them too hard for the regular stationed forces to actually capture in large numbers. At the current rate it will be another year before all of them are found and subdued.
So an alternative has been readied, genocide is the most efficient option, and the necromantic ritual needed to kill all of the remaining elves on the planet has been authorized. A few other species will inevitably get caught in the crossfire, but they have no significant abilities to offer to the empire, and as such, they are a non-issue.
The ritual begins, candles being lit, sacrifices being made, and the chanting begins as a dark shadow falls upon the room. Tendrils of evil magic spread out from the room and begin connecting onto the their targets, and the magi can feel the life forces that they are preparing to snuff out.
It never even occurs to them that the tendrils pooling around their feet were no longer under their control.
With a shout, the mages let loose their final word, and, as a single group, are instantly disintegrated. All across the planet, everyone loyal to the Godmodder is vaporized by the spell gone wrong, utter and total genocide being committed against the intruders, and within moments, not a single PG aligned warriors stands alive.

The Godmodder tries to scream as all across his empire, spells go wrong. Attack rituals explode violently, protective wards shut down, magical constructs turn on their masters and everything basically just gets even worse than it already was. It is, however, at this point that the Godmodder notices something, there's still hope for him. His empire is not being completely reduced to shambles, each of the disasters, though repeated ad infinitum across his space, do not hit everything. These attacks can only continue on for so long, and at the current rate, he may well have most of his empire left over afterwards...

In Soulrazer Academy 21, the newest batch of recruits has just finished their training as the elite soldiers of the Godmodder. The graduation ceremony is both subdued and ostentatious. The Soulrazers must know their place, in that they are both lesser, but also greater. They are the elites but still expendable, and all of them know and glory in it.
Drinks are being had, celebrating is ongoing, and all of them are looking forward to the following day, when they will be shipped off to their positions across reality to help the Godmodder in subduing the forces of good.
The first sign that things are wrong is when a skeleton climbs out of the punchbowl and decapitates the headmaster. With an infernal screech, the skeleton leaps at another soulrazer and is quickly cut down.
But it is not the only one. The ground erupts with the dead, ghosts, ghouls, revenants and ghosts flood into the academy hall, all of them crying out for vengeance, thirst for blood, a desire to end the forces that have wronged them and their descendants.
It is a bloodbath, no matter how many of the spooks that the Soulraze forces attempt to destroy, there are always more, more, always more, crying out for vengeance on their fallen blood.
Soon, nothing is left in the hall but the cries of the dead, who soon move on to avenge themselves on more of the vile warriors of the Godmodder.

The Godmodder watches in sullen silence as across his empire, the souls of the dead who died without cause throughout his conquest rise once more, sweeping across his empire, fighting his armies and working to destroy that which they have come to hate with all their souls.

One of the Godmodder's newest projects is nearing completion, the Godmodder Inquisition. The Godmodder is always looking for new ways to solidify his power even further, and propping himself up as a deity seemed like an interesting way to do it.
So he created the Inquisition, a group of supposedly holy warriors who will fight to the death for their "god" and burn all the heretics who stand in their way. The dedication of the first chapel, a grand cathedral built on the broken backs of the innocent and mortared with their tears has begun. The inquisition stand in their ranks as the high priest gives the speech the Godmodder told him to give.
"And so, as the divine verdict of our one and true god declares, we shall be blessed forever and ever for our efforts, am"hellfire for you, hellfire for you, hellfire for everyone. Pits open up all throughout the cathedral, spewing out burning hatred onto all of their number, inquisitors writhe in pain and fall to the floor, clutching at their clothes and faces as they are scorched by the fires of damnation.
Within minutes the entire cathedral burns, its heresy reduced to black ash and slag within minutes of that. Every soul inside is dragged into the depths of the pit to be tortured for all eternity, as is right.

The Godmodder blinks, or would if he had eyes right now. Isn't he allied with the forces of hell? Some strange magic of some kind must be at work, he'll have to talk with Lucifer later and ask about his part in this entire fiasco.

Meanwhile, at the federal fraud investigation agency, the paper pushes are preparing their corrupt ways, monitoring the situation in purgatory, and getting ready to shut down.
The head of the agency looks at his VP. "Well Ted, it's been a good run. Fenix did good, shame about his betrayal."
"No kidding. At least Latula stayed true through the entire thing. You think the boss has got everything handled?"
"Course he does, the dude can't lose!"
"True enough, true enough."
I'm not even going to sugarcoat this one, the filthy bureaucrats get struck down by heavenly retribution, a pillar of light that ascends into the sky and destroys all evil that it touches, scorching it off the face of reality.

The Godmodder tries to frown, the angels have been an almost nonfactor in his conquest… if they have this kind of firepower at their request, actual, real divine smiting, why did they never use it against him in the past? Mysteries piled on mysteries.

General Scotty, head of the Godmodder's 33rd advance incursion fleet looks out over the galaxy they're preparing to invade. This one's been a tough nut to crack, repelling several other invasions handily, to the point that the Godmodder himself almost took notice of it. Well, the 33rd is one of the best there is, and nothing this galaxy can throw at them has any chance of working.
He orders his ships forward, and squints at the display as blips begin appearing. "Officer Scratch, what's that?" His surveillance officer looks through the numbers and looks up at him. "I don't know sir, they're red tendrils of some kind, they don't seem to be coming from anywhere, just sort of, ripping through space. I think we might want to avoid them, they seem like bad news."
"Alright, keep the shields up too, whatever these guys are prepping against us we'd best be prepared. It'd be rather humiliating to lose to the first line of defense."
"Aye aye sir." They throw up their shields, ready for whatever it is that the defenders might be preparing to fend off their assault. What they are not prepared for is for the red tendrils to appear inside the hull shortly thereafter and begin tearing apart the ships from the inside.
Red energy of pure destruction rips through everything, rending the fleet in twain, every ship is torn to pieces, and those pieces torn to pieces.
The entire fleet is destroyed, without so much as time to report back to base what is happening.

The Godmodder is starting to get worried again. The red miles are rare to see outside of Homestuck, and the extent to which they're spreading across his empire is extremely concerning.

Gasha twirled her spear. Another of the Godmodder's foul beasts defeated, but for every one she killed two more took its place. The horrorterrors and outer gods were powerful, but even they had their limits. The invasion of the Void had been continuing for who knows how long, time was weird here, but she felt like she'd been fighting for an eternity.
She turned her spear again, ready to try and kill another lesser abomination, but was instead confronted with something much bigger. An enormous maw miles wide, filled with teeth the size of small buildings, with smaller teeth on those teeth that were just big enough to still be horrifically scary.
She set her spear down. This was it, this was the point where she died. She looked upwards, and sent a cry in the festerbrood tongues to let her mad lord know that her time was at an end. She could still hear his screams as he fought against the great horrors of the Godmodder's army, but she could still hope.
She closed her eyes to embrace death, but suddenly a fleeting shadow crosses the vision across her eyes and she hears the great beast in front of her let out a pained shriek. She opens her eyes and watches as an enormous shadow consumes the beast whole. She looks around herself, and black darknesses deeper than the void itself move across the surface of everything, expanding and contracting, formless and terrible.
And every single one intent on consuming the mighty beasts of the Godmodder's army. She lets out a shout and jumps back into the fray.

The Godmodder is definitely getting concerned now. He'd thought that at the very least his Void invasion wouldn't be interfered with, it was barely mentioned in passing a single time to ONE of the players… if Piono is really going this all out...

A world burns. It's surface ravaged by mighty firestorms and riddled with craters. This world has been marked for death, and great juggernaut out in space has been pounding away at the shields built by its people to keep it safe from destruction for days. But finally, the shields have caved, all but a few tiny holdouts reduced to burning rubble, and soon those too will be gone, for all that is left to do now is unleash the planetcracker missile.
All throughout the ship, alarms go off and robots and soulrazers move to their positions to make sure that the attack goes off without a hitch
Bays open up, the parts of the bomb are assembled, and at last, the weapon is loaded into the main cannon. The people down on the surface pray to their fallen gods as the cannon takes careful aim at the heart of the planet and fires.
Then a rift opens up, the bomb careens into a crack in reality, and disappears. The captain of the ship demands to know what happened, and when nobody can answer, shoots a grunt before demanding the cannon be loaded again.
They never get a chance though, as the rift was not leading to outside reality, merely to another time and place. That time being roughly five minutes in the future, that place being inside the juggernauts primary reactor.
Boom.

The Godmodder wishes he could howl, spatio-temporal rifts are opening up all throughout the cosmos and with pinpoint precision, laying waste to even more of his forces. He can't bear to see this many deus ex machinas going on at a time.

In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour, soulraze troops are busy subjugating the populace of a recent conquest. A father has pulled his wife and children into a side alley to try and escape pursuing soldiers, but to no avail, they've been caught.
The two soulraze soldiers ready their guns, and nod to each other. This family could be a potential problem in the future. They'll start with the father and mother…
And then one of the two clutches his chest and falls over. His companion looks down at him, and looks back up just in time to see the father slam a wooden board into his face. The soulraze soldier raises his gun in annoyance, only to likewise topple over, suddenly lifeless. The father looks down at them, then up at the explosions and gunfire still riddling the city, and decides that it's best not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and just escape with his family.

The Godmodder doesn't even know what to do about this one, he can only watch as soldiers and officers, even robots and mighty beasts just suddenly keel over, divested of their life for no discernible reason.

On the battlefield, the real life battlefield, which the Godmodder is not present on at the moment due to having had his consciousness hijacked by Piono, the real life players struggle against the Charmzard. Their entities were all turned at once, despite the warnings of Ion, Brillo and the power trio, and if things carry on like this for much longer, they're going to start losing players REALLY fast, even without the input of the Godmodder.
Raven: This is it guys, looks like we're going to go bust now.
Eyeoinlksnoaifnlye: No. We can't let this be the end, there must be something we can do.
Jeff: I… We… We've lost. We… We couldn't do it…
And then something happens. The Charmzard recognizes a familiar presence. One that he is so very, very unfond of since it instakilled his second form before he got to do anything with it. The Charmzard opens its mouth to call out to Piono, but suddenly screams instead.
The players of the real world battlefield look on in fear and confusion as the Charmzard begins to spasm, and freak out, suddenly being consumed with visual and audio glitches, playing the sound the Soulrazer makes when it dies, the sound that the odd-numbered Sealed bosses play when summoned, even the sound of a mirror shattering, all while spasming around and shaking its head wildly.
And then it's mind control breaks. All of the AG entities suddenly become AG again, and the real world players look around, wondering what just happened. The Charmzard isn't dead yet, so what on earth is happening?
Raven: Alright, screw it, the charmzard's going to unglitch any moment now I can just feel it, let's kick 'im while he's down!
The real world players immediately rally, and unload the best attacks they have into the Charmzard, which, incapacitated and glitched out as it is, is completely unable to stop them.

The Godmodder screams in rage, finding a voice just to express his pure, unadulterated HATE. Not only is Piono glitching out key figures in his empire but he has the NERVE to send help to the real world players like that? How is this even possible, dead players shouldn't be able to affect the real world and other planes of reality! "Just popping in for the quest master's sake, I'm technically not affecting the real world directly. All of these attacks are being set up elsewhere and then being launched in, sorta like how we got Fred to go to the Legendary Weapon Vault in the real world despite us all being dead. Anyways, I'm going to finish ruining your day now I'm almost out of time."

In a central fortress in the heart of the Godmodder's empire, his generals and officers are scrambling on the phones, from all over of everywhere they're getting calls, the sky raining down, ancient monstrosities arriving from who knows where, everything is falling apart all at once and they have no idea who's to blame.
The generals work together to try and figure out a counter strategy. If the Godmodder comes back and finds his empire in ruins, there'll be heck to pay, and their heads will be the ones in debt.
They're so engrossed in trying to save their lives that they don't even notice the light that grows to fill the room, consuming it whole.
In a blaze of white nothingness, the entire fortress disappears in a flash, nothing is left of it.

The Godmodder howls. Piono may not have been able to damage him, but somehow, someway, he found a way to attack his work. He can't put up with this, this has gone on too long, he screams with rage, pulling with all his might. "Oh no." And suddenly everything SHATTERS

Fade
Undertale OST: 011 - Determination

The Godmodder snaps back to reality, and lands on the ground, coughing and gasping, quivering in anger at the massive assault levied not just against his person but against everything he's ever built. He stands up and rounds on Piono, who is slowly floating down to the ground. His player powers are flickering and fading, the last vestige of strength flowing out of his body into the ether.
The Godmodder slams into him at full force., knocking him to the ground and sending Piono tumbling across the ground until he skids into one of the craters left by the fighting from before. Piono slams into the other side of the crater, and slides down it a bit. The Godmodder lands in front of him, and walks towards him, seething hatred in his eyes.
Godmodder: Any last words?
"Get… bent… you son… of… a…" And then Piono dies.
You thought the attack was going to end right here and now, didn't you? Except Piono has one last trick up his sleeve, even though he's dead, there's one last thing for the Godmodder to watch out for.
Piono's inventory.
While all the useful items were taken for combat and survival elsewhere by the various forces leaving Piono's inventory and being evacuated from it for the sake of this attack, there was one specific thing that wasn't removed from it, something left behind because Piono had an inkling of what would happen by the end of the attack, and how he would die.
Piono left all of the explosives behind.
And now, without Piono to maintain the integrity of his inventory, those explosives come flooding out, and the Godmodder is immediately buried in one of the largest and most dangerous piles of explosives to exist in all of ever. But they don't go off just yet. The Godmodder struggles to swim out of the pile of explosives without detonating any of them. And he is within an inch of succeeding when the time bomb at the top of the pile finishes counting down and detonates.
A chain reaction of explosions riddles its way down the pile down to the Godmodder, fire, lightning, ice, vortexes, void power, even subspace bombs and implosion devices. Every method of explosive destruction known to man and others going off all at once, making a massive maelstrom of destructive energy, all focused on the spot where the Godmodder is not-standing.
The entire thing warps space and time, crunching inwards with more force than the big bang, and sending out a shockwave for who knows how much distance, opposing forces slamming into each other and obliterating with unbelievable power that sends more and more waves of destruction screaming outwards at physically impossible velocities.
And above it all floats the final message. Not a mushroom cloud, but an enormous "F U" drawn in middle fingers made of smoke.

A Final OOC Message
Undertale OST: 081 - An Ending
Well, this has been fun. I'm not 100% certain of my own reasonings for deciding to mortal strike so early in, but I think it has to do with the fact that I'm sorta sick of where the plot was going, and decided that I was going to try and do the one thing that had the best chance at changing things.
There's a lot of things I could've done better in this game, and this may very well be one of them, but whatever. Best way to go out with a bang I suppose anyways, there was no way I was going to get Remembrance off, and honestly, it wasn't that original an attack idea, so instead I decided to do this. Thousands upon thousands of words, all dedicated to making the Godmodder suffer. While it's not going to top Final Act by tazz back in Destroy the Godmodder 2: Operator! in terms of word count, I hope that it still impressed people, and does a better job of making folks feel feelings.
I… don't know what I want to say here, but since this is the end of the line for me, I want to make it count. This is probably the last interaction I'm ever going to have with some of you. With a LOT of you considering how few of you actually use the Discord, and that kind of makes me sad honestly, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices, and this is one I'm willing to make.
Because this is the first time I've ever wanted to see someone fail as a person.
Like, no joke, Moniker, you've done a great job at getting me emotionally attached to this. I don't think I've ever HATED a fictional character the way I hate your Godmodder. I want to see him smashed into the dirt, ripped to shreds and broken. And I love that. Not just a fictional character that manages to get me to feel that way, but one that I can take retribution on, and feel like I've made a real difference in fighting against. Even if it's all fake, of no real world consequence, I can still say that I got a taste of fighting evil. That I got to be a hero.
But now my story is over. I recently had someone tell me, "Piono, you do realize we'd all follow you to the gates of [heck] itself if you wanted us to, right?" So now I'm going to give one final order before I am reduced to permanent lurker status.
Don't.
Win this fight. Win it for all the times we've had, good and bad. Win it, and win it good. If it is at all within your power, keep the Allsight Spectacles out of the grasp of the Godmodder (and that means not letting it hit the battlefield you schmucks) and show this snotty muppet what we're made of.
Because if we're not going to save the multiverse you can be darn well sure we're gonna avenge it.
So get out there, break some heads, and defeat the godmodder for me. Hope this post's given you guys the opening you need.

-See you on the flip side: Pionoplayer.

Attack priority:
disable the Wall Soldier's bodyguarding capacity
Stun the Elite Dropship for several rounds
Remove the mind control on the horseman and the archangel if not already done.
Moderate damage to assorted PG and SR forces (not Latula though, the others have got that handled, and also not the wall soldier, if I get this far he's already effectively neutralized)
A point or two of damage to the Godmodder
This one's probably just an RP effect, but still: vast, mighty and extremely widespread damage on all of the Godmodder's forces outside of those that we're fighting in the bank of actions. (I really want to put this higher, but I gotta help the players of the game out first)

If all of that gets accomplished and I still have power leftover (which I kinda doubt, but would still love) spread it out between the following three effects:
more damage to the Bank of Actions PG and SR forces
more damage to the Godmodder's other forces
more damage to the Godmodder himself.

Click to shrink...

1 damage to the godmodder's wall soldier! You die in vain and uselessness.

The godmodder tries his best to pretend things are fine, as his empire's power, from conquering so many non-earth zones of reality, is on the wane all of a sudden. He can rebuild, but it'll take time. As a last-ditch effort to spread hopelessness, he hides the true text of the result of your attack.

More pertinently, the godmod wall soldier's forcefield is down. The elite dropship is stunned for 2 rounds. Modest damage has been dealt to ALL the enemies on the field. And the godmodder himself? 3 less HP.

The godmodder hopes to heavens... wait, no, can't hope to the heavens, the heavens are definitely against him... the godmodder hopes to to hell... wait, no, thats a bad idea... the godmodder HOPES that no other Player has anything like that to unleash.

Pionoplayer has been slain. His posts will no longer be counted in the updates.

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AG:

The Fabricators do their thing! The Relic uses SOOTHING WATERS to heal itself for 10,000 HP!

Fenix: DROPSHIP! I challenge you to a duel!

The dropship respectfully declines. Also, it's stunned, so it can't.

Fenix: ...(What do I do now?)

Fenix, seeing the arrival of the DEATH Stasis Pod, pulls out his old control remote... he sees two buttons: "ACTIVATE STASIS" and "EMERGENCY RELEASE". He's no longer sure he can trust what each button is supposed to do.

Fenix: Listen, this is... really bad. Everyone... I want to stand with you, but if I stay here, I'll die.

Fenix: Please... let me join the DEATH Stasis Pod. I promise, if there's any way I can join or assist some future Player group... I'll do it.

The Terminatorbot REVIVED begins to charge their attack...

PG:

Two Mythic-Tier soldiers charge at DragonofHope's Fabricators! With the four strikes between them, they break the attack shields, and slay every last soldier and worker! Oh, and one of the medical unit took care of the negative-HP shield.

The remaining Mythic-Tier soldier moves towards the Relic, but pauses... an Anti-Player movable turret fires at the Relic first, taking out its attack shields! The Mythic-Tier soldier then destroys the Relic.

The Suppression tanks shoot Fenix and the Terminatorbot REVIVED with a Suppression bolt! For the next 3 turns, they don't count towards Players being invincible!

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!WARNING!

There are no current [AG] or [N] entities on the field with offensive capabilities.

Players are now vulnerable to direct attack by the godmodder and his minions.

The [AG]/[N] teams need to be restored to at least 3 offensively-enabled entities, and be that way on the end of an entity phase, for Player Invulnerability to be restored.

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The Godmodder: No mercy.



The godmodder reaches out his hand and afflicts the Terminatorbot REVIVED with Infiniburning! A fire that's REALLY HARD to put out!

FlamingFlapjacks finally hits the button on the Gun Soldiers and Shield Soldiers, and as retribution for their betrayal, they explode! Goodbye, former friends, who were never really friends!

The Elite Mythic Soldier and Anti-Player Movable autoturrets notice that a few Players still have attack shields! They fire a few shots, destroying all remaining Player attack shields - the Elite Level 230 Mythic Soldier takes 1,300,000 damage, thanks to CaptainNZZZ's attack redirectors!

The Godmodder: I'd prefer the snipers handle this. Let them take the lead.

The 9 remaining Snipers fire 9 shots at their 9 targets. The Players:

Captain.cat
CaptainNZZZ
Paradoxdragonpaci
The_Two_Eternities
Crusher48
Kyleruler
GoldHero101
Cephalos Jr.
The_Quiet_Watcher

All simultaneously feel a vital artery pierced. A perfect shot. All above Players are now mortally wounded.

The Swarm Soldiers charge forth! The Players: That_Random_Guy, Ranger_Strider, Dragon of Hope, General_Urist, That(Other)OtherGuy, Krill13, are all being occupied by Swarm Soldiers! They need to spend this turn killing as many Swarm Soldiers as possible, or they won't be able to act next turn, either!

The godmodder's medic squads rush around, healing those injured from Piono's attack! A few swarm soldiers and medics were inevitably killed by the attack, and can't be saved.

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The Godmodder: Latula, I want several other squads on call. If there's even the slightest chance the situation could go south here, bring them in.

Latula: Well, sir, these are some of our best soldiers. I've already got a few reserve squadrons ready to enter, but they won't be as strong as what we have now.

The Godmodder: Good work. Did you get the other thing I asked for ready?

Latula: Yes. If the Players kill me, the other squads will get called in automatically.

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Hopelessness overwhelms you.

Is this really what all your fighting amounts to? A death here, right when it seemed you were nearing your goal?

Killing the Soulrazer, surviving the Charmzard... all those sidequests... all those entities... was it all for nothing?

If... When the godmodder wins here, he'll get the Allsee Spectacles and... who knows how long the other Legendary Weapons will elude him...

If you had chosen to go the HEXAGONAFIELD just now, would it be different? If you had chosen not to come here at all, would it be different?

Or were these events set in motion a long time ago, every choice merely delaying or expediting the eventual fixed outcome?

Maybe you can at least take out a few elites before you die.

SUPER FAST UPDATE MODE ENGAGED!

SKELEDOP MODE ENGAGED!

OOC: Skeledops are when I make a "skeleton" post with just the quotes and the last turn's field, no responses in yet. When I make them, please don't post. The purpose here is to keep things moving quickly IRL.

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THE BANK OF ACTIONS:


[N]D.E.A.T.H Stasis Pod:
Contains:

Spoiler

[AG - CephalosJr]Red Army Engineers+1: 10,000 x 4 HP (builds stuff)(building conscript facility, done in 3!)
[AG - GoldHero101]The Destroyer: 130,000/130,000 HP, 20,000 x 2A(won't attack CaptainNZZZ)
[AG - Daskter]Tassadar: 365,000/365,000 HP, 20,000 x 4A (30% dodge rate)(protected from 1 attack...?)(Totem of Life Unended - when entity dies, puts them into "unended" mode, where HP decays by 50% until healing surpasses it)(secret power, activating in 6!)
The Sapper: 150,000/150,000 HP (can build new simple structures)(Adding bunkers outside of keep, done in 5!)
Fortress: 120,000 HP
Healbot Mk.1: 60,000/60,000 HP, +12,000A (inside Keep)
[AG - Crusher]Janus: 150,000/150,000 HP, Unlock Evolution: 2/10, Unlock Ability!A (needs manual special charging)
[AG - Arsenical]Scoville Reaver: 56,000/130,000 HP, 60,000A (A S/B/D ignorant)(+26,000 HP/turn)(conversion resistance)(protected from 4 attack)
[AG - Karpinsky]Edgardo: 75,000/75,000 HP, 9 SP (A S/B/D ignorant)(each SP worth 7,000A, all used on command)(+1 SP/turn)
[AG - CompTIA]LIVE Space Station(has emergency thrusters - saves from one deadly attack!)(Enhanced Production capacity)(Point defense - 12% chance to null attacks)(protected from 4 attack)
Protective Forcefield: Blocks first 9,000 HP of damage each turn!
Weaponry array: Machine guns: 1,000 x 40A
Ship AI panel(current AI: CompTIA)
Quadcopter deployer: +2 quadcopter/turn
Quadcopters: 1,000 x 22 HP, 500 x 22A (guarding LIVE Space Station)
Space engineers: 100 x 960 HP (+50 engineers/turn)(x4 production capacity)
Status effect clearer(clearing status effects from Space Station)
Containment tractor beam: Currently not holding any entities!
Stunted Nexus(protected from 1 attack)(-5% traps)
[N - CaptainNZZZ]Rotaz: 20,000/20,000 HP(engineer)(+5% accuracy)(15% dodge rate)(immune to teenage rebellion)(resistant to status effects)(protected from 1 attack)(1 attack redirector)(Dimensional and Space Emergency Button)
Magitek servitor factory: 45,000/45,000 HP, +9,000A, +1 Servitor/turn (2 attack redirector)(+5% accuracy)(40% dodge rate)(immune to teenage rebellion)(resistant to status effects)
Servitors: 2,000 x 16, 1,000 x 16A(+5% accuracy)(+15% dodge rate)(immune to teenage rebellion)(resistant to status effects)(1 attack redirector)
Hellfire Crystal Golem: 80,000/80,000 HP, 12,000A (protected from 1 attack... IN STYLE!)(+5% accuracy)(+15% dodge rate)(immune to teenage rebellion)(resistant to status effects)(Rune-cast powers)(Phase-shift cloak powers)(Dimension warping powers)
[N - JOEbob]Death-elite engineer: 1,000 HP (-1 turn on production pack)(building evolving entity, done in 1!)(scheduled to build space engineer cloner, will take 6)
Prism Deployer: 20,000 HP (+1 Prism/turn)
Prism: 5,000 x 2HP
Mysterious Farmers: 40,000 x 7 HP, Special: New evolving entity, ready in 1! (controlling evolving entities)(protected from 1 attack)
Devolver: 200,000/200,000 HP, 50,000A (devolves in 1!)
Builder Builder: 200,000/200,000 + 60,000 HP (+1 Builder per turn)(protected by The Cup)
Builder: 3,000 x 6 HP (Helping Death-elite engineer)
[N - Winkins]Bunny Baron: 8,000 HP, shield bun summon: 0/2 (20% dodge rate)
Bun prince/princess: 10,000 x 2 HP, 12,000 x 2A, bun knight summon: 0/2 (50% dodge rate)
Bun knights: 26,000 x 7 HP, 7,500 x 7A (10% dodge rate)
Shield buns: 5,000 x 3 HP (20% dodge rate)
Sushi: 200,000 HP, 25,000A (protected from 2 attack)(Bodyguarding all Winkins entities!)
Fortified Rice Monastery(Gives +10,000 HP/turn, -5,000 damage from all attacks, and +5,000A to Winkins-owned entities)(tended by Farmer Contractors, Lightward Mages)(needs to be killed in one hit)
Specials: Rice Feast - 3/4, Rice Torrent - 0/4
[N - EternalStruggle]Apex Fleet: TA: 78,000
The Apex: 190,500/370,000 HP, 25,000 x 2A (-7,000 damage from all attacks)(Fleet Beacon - x1 attack frigate/turn, x1 Ordnance cruiser/update multiple of 3, x1 Spectral Lord/update multiple of 5, x1 Overseer/update multiple of 7)
Attack frigates: 1,000 x 13 HP, 1,000 x 13A (10% dodge rate)
Ordnance cruiser: 2,500 x 4 HP, 2,500 x 4A(can attack or heal)
Spectral Lord: 8,000 x 3 HP, 4/4 charge, 5,000A (currently charging)
Overseer: 5,000 x 3 HP (summons 1 attack drone and 1 constructor drone/turn)(protected from 2 attack)
Attack drone: 1 x 18 HP, 500 x 18A
Constructor drone: 400 x 22 HP (working on Fortifier Tripod, done in 3!)
Engineering depot: 4,000 x 2HP (+2 Constructors/turn)
GoldHero101(2CP, Has Greatsword, Self damage ticket)
Krill13(10CP)
JOEbob(24CP, nice bed, infinite charmzard energy, 4 Boost Stones, 1 Cleansed (?) Multiplier Orb, Sub-par godmod lock, Something)
Daskter(7CP, has Boosted Evolve Hunters)
Winkins (2CP, +1,000A Iron sword, 10,000 damage token, 1 Multiplier Stone, 1 Multiplier Orb)
Karpinsky (2CP)
MooGoestheCow (6CP)
Captain.cat - (19CP, 1 Boost Stone)
CaptainNZZZ - (3CP, Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Overpowering Poison, Remnant crypt energy, EMP)
The_Two_Eternities - CP: 11
That-Random-Guy - (29CP, Echolocation, King of the Hill - x2 actions, takes x2 damage!)
Arsenical (5CP)
Ranger_Strider_ (19CP)
Pionoplayer - (37CP, has Ornate Ring, Mirror)
Paradoxdragonpaci - (18CP, has paradox void cards, absorbed Bad Luck, hexagonaherbs, 7 Homestuck Aspect vials(Life/Void/Mind/Blood/Doom gone), Vial of Aspects(12 power), BUFFNESS), Save Point: None
Crusher48 - (4CP, Has Bost stone, Tactician Soul in a Bottle, 2 Boost Stones, Scanner Cannon)
Dragon of Hope?!? - (11CP, Espionage ghost)(Excalibur - 6 Power)
General_Urist - (3CP, Shotgun of Dope - 2 power left, attack debuffs whoever it hits)
[N]That(Other)OtherGuy - (5CP, +10,000 HP sword, Old Control Panel(red, blue, green buttons), Delicious cake)
Bill Nye - (7CP, has super sharp gold sword - 2 power left, burny iron sword - 2 power left, bow and arrow - 3 power)
Kyleruler - (5CP, Spellblade - ||||||||||)
Algot - (5CP, 1 attack converter, Mithril shield)
GoldHero101 (23CP)
Krill13 - (8CP, Has Eyowean Greatsword, 2 1-power uses left, Godmodder Protection Suit)
Cephalos Jr. - (3CP, has pocket reactor(2 power), power armor)
FlamingFlapjacks(8CP, has Anti-Glitch armor, Quest Pack)
Trifling Epithet - (12CP, Has Minor Enemy Healing Ticket, S. Generator (gives 18.5 + 1.5[updates since 103] shields when activated))
[N]Evonix - CP: 9(Has bee defense field, beenades, Bee Relativity Pistol)
The_Quiet_Watcher - (11CP, grenades)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz - (15CP)
RedRover1760 - (7CP, has memestone, infinite energy redirector, Kinetic Energy Stealing Railgun - 2 power, recording suit, Void teleport suit, hexxagonal field teleporter(3 uses remaining))
Player inventory:
Ultimate Orb of Shielding(+1 attack shield to everything on field)
Orb of Resurrection (Revives one dead allied entity at full strength)
Time Accelerator (Causes an entity to experience 10 turns of time in 1 turn)
True Multiplier Orbs x 3
Godmodding Vol. 1
Dragonballs x 7(made from Melodic transmitter x 2, Charge Stone x 5)(can be combined to make one wish!)
Double Rainbow Ticket x 1, Medkit x 2, Paradox Medkit, Melodic transmitter x 3, Redirifle, Miniature Doormaker Plushy, Bravely Default Asterisks, Mirror Frame, Black Filling, Economy-Melting Bank Note
Charge Booster (damage: 7/20)
Wishful Whammy(random effects attack)(non-combinable)
Fred's Cage (inside is Yorehammer)
God of Dreams aid
Ring with United States of America Smash(3 uses left)
Celestial Guidance(2 uses left)
Magical Obliteration(1 use left)
Desperation Shield(Leaves one Player at mortally wounded if they would otherwise die)
ITEM

[AG]PLAYERS: (!CURRENTLY VULNERABLE!)
Captain.cat(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
MooGoestheCow
[N]CaptainNZZZ(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
The_Two_Eternities(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
That-Random-Guy (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
Arsenical (2 posts in debt!)
Ranger_Strider_ (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
Paradoxdragonpaci(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
Crusher48(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
Dragon of Hope?!? (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
General_Urist (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
[N]That(Other)OtherGuy (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
Bill Nye
Kyleruler (Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
Algot
GoldHero101(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
Krill13 (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
Cephalos Jr.(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
FlamingFlapjacks
Trifling Epithet
[N]Evonix
The_Quiet_Watcher(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz
RedRover1760

[AG]Terminatorbot REVIVED: 10,000/10,000 HP, 1,000,000,000A, 1/1 Attack charge (100% immune to direct damage)(A S/B/D ignorant)(Bodyguard ignorant)(Suppressed - doesn't count towards Player invincibility for 2 more turns)(Infiniburning, -50,000 HP/turn)

[AG]Fenix: 1,500,000/1,500,000 HP, 50,000 x 6A, Call Reinforcements: 2/4 (Player Knife - deals triple damage in duels)(protected from 3 attack + 2 more attacks from Dodyguard)(Suppressed - doesn't count towards Player invincibility for 2 more turns)

[PG]Godmodder Wall Soldier: 10,000,000/10,000,000 HP (miniboss)

[PG]Drakken Laser Drill: 1,000,000/1,000,000 HP (prepping to blast open exit forcefield)(5% dodge rate)(regenerating +50,000 HP/turn)(protected from 5 attack)(1 attack redirector)

[PG]Suppression Tank: 500,000/500,000 HP, Suppress!A (suppresses an enemy, making them not count for Player Invulnerability purposes)

[PG]Suppression Tank: 500,000/500,000 HP, Suppress!A (suppresses an enemy, making them not count for Player Invulnerability purposes)

[PG]Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 3,100,000/3,400,000 HP, 400,000 x 3A
[PG]Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 3,100,000/3,400,000 HP, 400,000 x 3A
[PG]Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 3,100,000/3,400,000 HP, 400,000 x 3A

[PG]Level 230 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 4,700,000/6,000,000 HP, 650,000 x 4A, Special: Attack All: 1/2

[PG]Latula, Leader of the Federal Fraud Investigation Agency: 800,000/800,000 HP, 25,000 x 10A, Special: Double Up: 0/1 (protected from 100 attack)(boss)

[V]Horseman of War: 7,500,000/7,500,000 HP, Attackbuff! x 4A (mind-controlled)

[AG]Elite Archangel: 777,777/777,777 HP, 77,777 x 7A, Special: Resurrect: 0/7 (mind-controlled)

[SR]Anti-Player Sniper: 10,000 x 9 HP, Snipe! x 9A (massive damage against Players)

[SR]Swarm Soldiers: 45,000 x 65 HP, Swarm! x 65A (can "swarm" Players in groups of 10, occupying their actions)

[SR]Elite Dropship: 350,000 HP (doubles number of Anti-Player Snipers and Swarm Soldiers each turn!)(stunned for 1 more turn!)

[SR]Medic Unit: 5,000 x 45 HP, +40,000 x 45A

[SR]Anti-Player Movable Auto-turret: 80,000 HP, Tri-shot x 5!A (boost to damage against Players)
[SR]Anti-Player Movable Auto-turret: 80,000 HP, Tri-shot x 5!A (boost to damage against Players)
[SR]Anti-Player Movable Auto-turret: 80,000 HP, Tri-shot x 5!A (boost to damage against Players)

[PG]The Godmodder: 229/301 HP

[N]Artifact Case D: C _ O _ _ W O R _ (Epic-level item inside!)
[N]Artifact Case F: Trivia Question: Name one location the Bank of Actions has never had a location or sub-location at.

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Player info:

Spoiler

Captain.cat - CP: 19(1 Boost Stone)(protected from 1 attack)
MooGoestheCow - CP: 0 (protected from 1 attack)
[N]CaptainNZZZ - CP: 0 (Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Overpowering Poison, Remnant crypt energy, EMP)(2 attack redirector)
The_Two_Eternities - CP: 11
That-Random-Guy - CP: 0(Echolocation)(protected from 1 attack)(King of the Hill - x2 actions, takes x2 damage!)
Arsenical - CP: 5(2 posts in debt!)
Ranger_Strider_ - CP: 0
Paradoxdragonpaci - CP: 0(protected from 1 attack)(has paradox void cards, absorbed Bad Luck, hexagonaherbs, 7 Homestuck Aspect vials(Life/Void/Mind/Blood/Doom gone), Vial of Aspects(12 power), BUFFNESS), Save Point: None
Crusher48 - CP: 4(Has Bost stone, Tactician Soul in a Bottle, 2 Boost Stones, Scanner Cannon)
Dragon of Hope?!? - CP: 6(Espionage ghost)(Excalibur - 6 Power)
General_Urist - CP: 3 (Shotgun of Dope - 2 power left, attack debuffs whoever it hits)
[N]That(Other)OtherGuy - CP: 0(+10,000 HP sword, Old Control Panel(red, blue, green buttons), Delicious cake, Shocking Shieldrazer(20 1-damage attacks, 1 use))
Bill Nye - CP: 7 (has super sharp gold sword - 2 power left, burny iron sword - 2 power left, bow and arrow - 3 power)
Kyleruler - CP: 5 (Spellblade - ||||||||||)
Algot - CP: 5 (1 attack converter, Mithril shield)
GoldHero101 - CP: 23
Krill13 - CP: 8 (Has Eyowean Greatsword, 2 1-power uses left, Godmodder Protection Suit)
Cephalos Jr. - CP: 3 (has pocket reactor(2 power), power armor)
FlamingFlapjacks - CP: 8 (has Anti-Glitch armor, Quest Pack)
Trifling Epithet - CP: 12(Has Minor Enemy Healing Ticket, S. Generator (gives 18.5 + 1.5[updates since 103] shields when activated))
[N]Evonix - CP: 9(Has bee defense field, beenades, Bee Relativity Pistol)
The_Quiet_Watcher - CP: 11(has grenades)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz - CP: 0
RedRover1760 - CP: 7(has memestone, infinite energy redirector, Kinetic Energy Stealing Railgun - 2 power, recording suit, Void teleport suit, hexxagonal field teleporter(3 uses remaining))

 

[Moniker]

NOTE: THIS IS THE PROPER POST. ALL POSTS IN BETWEEN THE LAST NON-RETCON UPDATE AND THIS ONE ARE NON-CANON. IF YOU HAD A POST ALREADY GOING (The_Quiet_Watcher, CaptainNZZZ, and the others) YOU'LL NEED TO RE-DO IT. APOLOGIES AGAIN FOR ALL THIS MADNESS.

Evonix This is where you are now. Go ahead and kill things!

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Through the portal to the HEXAGONAFIELD, Eternalstruggle, JOEbob, Daskter, Winkins, and MooGoesTheCow emerge.

Everyone's together now. This is it. Your final stand.

Here's how this section is going to work. Simply put: Everyone is going to die. You're past the point of avoiding it.

But there's still some things you can do, in the hope of assisting some future warriors. You can take out the godmodder's minions, delaying his army's growth. And you can damage the godmodder directly.

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The godmodder realizes that leaving you to struggle even the slightest bit is a terrible, terrible idea.

He reaches through time and space, and grabs the REPOSITORY CHARGE from the HEXAGONAFIELD godmodder. He does this via the Paypal app on his phone. Then then reaches out his hand, and grabs all the Anti-Player Snipers weapons, as well as their life-force, slaying them all.

The Godmodder moves to the back of his army, and begins charging... his final Player-murdering attack. The ULTIMATE NOSCOPE 360 HEADSHOT. It'll be ready by the end of next turn.

The Godmodder: Well, Players. You have 2 turns. Do your worst.

All the godmodder's forces swarm around him - they're going to try to block attacks against the godmodder, and harass you!

This is it! The LAST STAND! You can do this!

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Fenix: Players... it's time for me to leave.

Fenix: I promise. I'll take care of your entities.

Fenix: Goodbye. I will never forget you, or what you did for me.

Fenix: ...And that goes for you too, godmodder! I will never, never forget how you deceived me, lied to me, and used me!

Fenix: I swear, I will see you fall!

The godmodder does not acknowledge Fenix.

With that, Fenix hops into the DEATH Stasis Pod, pulls out his remote, and hits "ACTIVATE STASIS.", or whatever the equivalent button was named.

The DEATH Stasis Pod fires up, and then a portal opens in front of it. It dives through, and the portal closes behind. You hope the DEATH Stasis Pod lives up to its name.

The Godmodder: You realize that the DEATH Stasis Pod was programmed to go to the afterlife, right?

The Godmodder: Million to one chance you'll ever see it again. And that's assuming you survive this. Which is a million to zero chance.

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THE BANK OF ACTIONS:


[N]D.E.A.T.H Stasis Pod(LEFT HERE FOR ARCHIVAL PURPOSES, IS NOT ACTUALLY ON THE FIELD):
Contains:

Spoiler

[AG - CephalosJr]Red Army Engineers+1: 10,000 x 4 HP (builds stuff)(building conscript facility, done in 3!)
[AG - GoldHero101]The Destroyer: 130,000/130,000 HP, 20,000 x 2A(won't attack CaptainNZZZ)
[AG - Daskter]Tassadar: 365,000/365,000 HP, 20,000 x 4A (30% dodge rate)(protected from 1 attack...?)(Totem of Life Unended - when entity dies, puts them into "unended" mode, where HP decays by 50% until healing surpasses it)(secret power, activating in 6!)
The Sapper: 150,000/150,000 HP (can build new simple structures)(Adding bunkers outside of keep, done in 5!)
Fortress: 120,000 HP
Healbot Mk.1: 60,000/60,000 HP, +12,000A (inside Keep)
[AG - Crusher]Janus: 150,000/150,000 HP, Unlock Evolution: 2/10, Unlock Ability!A (needs manual special charging)
[AG - Arsenical]Scoville Reaver: 56,000/130,000 HP, 60,000A (A S/B/D ignorant)(+26,000 HP/turn)(conversion resistance)(protected from 4 attack)
[AG - Karpinsky]Edgardo: 75,000/75,000 HP, 9 SP (A S/B/D ignorant)(each SP worth 7,000A, all used on command)(+1 SP/turn)
[AG - CompTIA]LIVE Space Station(has emergency thrusters - saves from one deadly attack!)(Enhanced Production capacity)(Point defense - 12% chance to null attacks)(protected from 4 attack)
Protective Forcefield: Blocks first 9,000 HP of damage each turn!
Weaponry array: Machine guns: 1,000 x 40A
Ship AI panel(current AI: CompTIA)
Quadcopter deployer: +2 quadcopter/turn
Quadcopters: 1,000 x 22 HP, 500 x 22A (guarding LIVE Space Station)
Space engineers: 100 x 960 HP (+50 engineers/turn)(x4 production capacity)
Status effect clearer(clearing status effects from Space Station)
Containment tractor beam: Currently not holding any entities!
Stunted Nexus(protected from 1 attack)(-5% traps)
[AG]Fenix: 1,500,000/1,500,000 HP, 50,000 x 6A, Call Reinforcements: 2/4 (Player Knife - deals triple damage in duels)(protected from 3 attack + 2 more attacks from Dodyguard)(Suppressed - doesn't count towards Player invincibility for 2 more turns)
[N - CaptainNZZZ]Rotaz: 20,000/20,000 HP(engineer)(+5% accuracy)(15% dodge rate)(immune to teenage rebellion)(resistant to status effects)(protected from 1 attack)(1 attack redirector)(Dimensional and Space Emergency Button)
Magitek servitor factory: 45,000/45,000 HP, +9,000A, +1 Servitor/turn (2 attack redirector)(+5% accuracy)(40% dodge rate)(immune to teenage rebellion)(resistant to status effects)
Servitors: 2,000 x 16, 1,000 x 16A(+5% accuracy)(+15% dodge rate)(immune to teenage rebellion)(resistant to status effects)(1 attack redirector)
Hellfire Crystal Golem: 80,000/80,000 HP, 12,000A (protected from 1 attack... IN STYLE!)(+5% accuracy)(+15% dodge rate)(immune to teenage rebellion)(resistant to status effects)(Rune-cast powers)(Phase-shift cloak powers)(Dimension warping powers)
[N - JOEbob]Death-elite engineer: 1,000 HP (-1 turn on production pack)(building evolving entity, done in 1!)(scheduled to build space engineer cloner, will take 6)
Prism Deployer: 20,000 HP (+1 Prism/turn)
Prism: 5,000 x 2HP
Mysterious Farmers: 40,000 x 7 HP, Special: New evolving entity, ready in 1! (controlling evolving entities)(protected from 1 attack)
Devolver: 200,000/200,000 HP, 50,000A (devolves in 1!)
Builder Builder: 200,000/200,000 + 60,000 HP (+1 Builder per turn)(protected by The Cup)
Builder: 3,000 x 6 HP (Helping Death-elite engineer)
[N - Winkins]Bunny Baron: 8,000 HP, shield bun summon: 0/2 (20% dodge rate)
Bun prince/princess: 10,000 x 2 HP, 12,000 x 2A, bun knight summon: 0/2 (50% dodge rate)
Bun knights: 26,000 x 7 HP, 7,500 x 7A (10% dodge rate)
Shield buns: 5,000 x 3 HP (20% dodge rate)
Sushi: 200,000 HP, 25,000A (protected from 2 attack)(Bodyguarding all Winkins entities!)
Fortified Rice Monastery(Gives +10,000 HP/turn, -5,000 damage from all attacks, and +5,000A to Winkins-owned entities)(tended by Farmer Contractors, Lightward Mages)(needs to be killed in one hit)
Specials: Rice Feast - 3/4, Rice Torrent - 0/4
[N - EternalStruggle]Apex Fleet: TA: 78,000
The Apex: 190,500/370,000 HP, 25,000 x 2A (-7,000 damage from all attacks)(Fleet Beacon - x1 attack frigate/turn, x1 Ordnance cruiser/update multiple of 3, x1 Spectral Lord/update multiple of 5, x1 Overseer/update multiple of 7)
Attack frigates: 1,000 x 13 HP, 1,000 x 13A (10% dodge rate)
Ordnance cruiser: 2,500 x 4 HP, 2,500 x 4A(can attack or heal)
Spectral Lord: 8,000 x 3 HP, 4/4 charge, 5,000A (currently charging)
Overseer: 5,000 x 3 HP (summons 1 attack drone and 1 constructor drone/turn)(protected from 2 attack)
Attack drone: 1 x 18 HP, 500 x 18A
Constructor drone: 400 x 22 HP (working on Fortifier Tripod, done in 3!)
Engineering depot: 4,000 x 2HP (+2 Constructors/turn)
GoldHero101(2CP, Has Greatsword, Self damage ticket)
Krill13(10CP)
JOEbob(24CP, nice bed, infinite charmzard energy, 4 Boost Stones, 1 Cleansed (?) Multiplier Orb, Sub-par godmod lock, Something)
Daskter(7CP, has Boosted Evolve Hunters)
Winkins (2CP, +1,000A Iron sword, 10,000 damage token, 1 Multiplier Stone, 1 Multiplier Orb)
Karpinsky (2CP)
MooGoestheCow (6CP)
Captain.cat - (19CP, 1 Boost Stone)
CaptainNZZZ - (3CP, Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Overpowering Poison, Remnant crypt energy, EMP)
The_Two_Eternities - CP: 11
That-Random-Guy - (29CP, Echolocation, King of the Hill - x2 actions, takes x2 damage!)
Arsenical (5CP)
Ranger_Strider_ (19CP)
Pionoplayer - (37CP, has Ornate Ring, Mirror)
Paradoxdragonpaci - (18CP, has paradox void cards, absorbed Bad Luck, hexagonaherbs, 7 Homestuck Aspect vials(Life/Void/Mind/Blood/Doom gone), Vial of Aspects(12 power), BUFFNESS), Save Point: None
Crusher48 - (4CP, Has Bost stone, Tactician Soul in a Bottle, 2 Boost Stones, Scanner Cannon)
Dragon of Hope?!? - (11CP, Espionage ghost)(Excalibur - 6 Power)
General_Urist - (3CP, Shotgun of Dope - 2 power left, attack debuffs whoever it hits)
[N]That(Other)OtherGuy - (5CP, +10,000 HP sword, Old Control Panel(red, blue, green buttons), Delicious cake)
Bill Nye - (7CP, has super sharp gold sword - 2 power left, burny iron sword - 2 power left, bow and arrow - 3 power)
Kyleruler - (5CP, Spellblade - ||||||||||)
Algot - (5CP, 1 attack converter, Mithril shield)
GoldHero101 (23CP)
Krill13 - (8CP, Has Eyowean Greatsword, 2 1-power uses left, Godmodder Protection Suit)
Cephalos Jr. - (3CP, has pocket reactor(2 power), power armor)
FlamingFlapjacks(8CP, has Anti-Glitch armor, Quest Pack)
Trifling Epithet - (12CP, Has Minor Enemy Healing Ticket, S. Generator (gives 18.5 + 1.5[updates since 103] shields when activated))
[N]Evonix - CP: 9(Has bee defense field, beenades, Bee Relativity Pistol)
The_Quiet_Watcher - (11CP, grenades)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz - (15CP)
RedRover1760 - (7CP, has memestone, infinite energy redirector, Kinetic Energy Stealing Railgun - 2 power, recording suit, Void teleport suit, hexxagonal field teleporter(3 uses remaining))
Evonix (3CP)
Player inventory:
Ultimate Orb of Shielding(+1 attack shield to everything on field)
Orb of Resurrection (Revives one dead allied entity at full strength)
Time Accelerator (Causes an entity to experience 10 turns of time in 1 turn)
True Multiplier Orbs x 3
Godmodding Vol. 1
Dragonballs x 7(made from Melodic transmitter x 2, Charge Stone x 5)(can be combined to make one wish!)
Double Rainbow Ticket x 1, Medkit x 2, Paradox Medkit, Melodic transmitter x 3, Redirifle, Miniature Doormaker Plushy, Bravely Default Asterisks, Mirror Frame, Black Filling, Economy-Melting Bank Note
Charge Booster (damage: 7/20)
Wishful Whammy(random effects attack)(non-combinable)
God of Dreams aid
Ring with United States of America Smash(3 uses left)
Celestial Guidance(2 uses left)
Magical Obliteration(1 use left)
Desperation Shield(Leaves one Player at mortally wounded if they would otherwise die)
ITEM

[AG]PLAYERS: (!CURRENTLY VULNERABLE!)
Captain.cat(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
MooGoestheCow
[N]CaptainNZZZ(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
The_Two_Eternities(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
That-Random-Guy (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
Arsenical (2 posts in debt!)
Ranger_Strider_ (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
Paradoxdragonpaci(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
Crusher48(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
Dragon of Hope?!? (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
General_Urist (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
[N]That(Other)OtherGuy (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
Bill Nye
Kyleruler (Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
Algot
GoldHero101(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
Krill13 (Occupied by Swarm Soldiers!)
Cephalos Jr.(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
FlamingFlapjacks
Trifling Epithet
[N]Evonix
The_Quiet_Watcher(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz
RedRover1760
[N]EternalStruggle(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
[N+2]JoeBOB(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
Daskter(Mortally wounded! Bleeding out in 3!)
[N+2]Winkins
MooGoestheCow
Eevee Shadow Bacon
Evonix


[AG]Terminatorbot REVIVED: 10,000/10,000 HP, 1,000,000,000A, 1/1 Attack charge (100% immune to direct damage)(A S/B/D ignorant)(Bodyguard ignorant)(Suppressed - doesn't count towards Player invincibility for 2 more turns)(Infiniburning, -50,000 HP/turn)

[PG]Godmodder Wall Soldier: 10,000,000/10,000,000 HP (miniboss)

[PG]Drakken Laser Drill: 1,000,000/1,000,000 HP (prepping to blast open exit forcefield)(5% dodge rate)(regenerating +50,000 HP/turn)(protected from 5 attack)(1 attack redirector)

[PG]Suppression Tank: 500,000/500,000 HP, Suppress!A (suppresses an enemy, making them not count for Player Invulnerability purposes)

[PG]Suppression Tank: 500,000/500,000 HP, Suppress!A (suppresses an enemy, making them not count for Player Invulnerability purposes)

[PG]Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 3,100,000/3,400,000 HP, 400,000 x 3A
[PG]Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 3,100,000/3,400,000 HP, 400,000 x 3A
[PG]Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 3,100,000/3,400,000 HP, 400,000 x 3A

[PG]Level 230 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 4,700,000/6,000,000 HP, 650,000 x 4A, Special: Attack All: 1/2

[PG]Latula, Leader of the Federal Fraud Investigation Agency: 800,000/800,000 HP, 25,000 x 10A, Special: Double Up: 0/1 (protected from 100 attack)(boss)

[V]Horseman of War: 7,500,000/7,500,000 HP, Attackbuff! x 4A (mind-controlled)

[AG]Elite Archangel: 777,777/777,777 HP, 77,777 x 7A, Special: Resurrect: 0/7 (mind-controlled)

[SR]Swarm Soldiers: 45,000 x 65 HP, Swarm! x 65A (can "swarm" Players in groups of 10, occupying their actions)

[SR]Elite Dropship: 350,000 HP (doubles number of Swarm Soldiers each turn!)(stunned for 1 more turn!)

[SR]Medic Unit: 5,000 x 45 HP, +40,000 x 45A

[SR]Anti-Player Movable Auto-turret: 80,000 HP, Tri-shot x 5!A (boost to damage against Players)
[SR]Anti-Player Movable Auto-turret: 80,000 HP, Tri-shot x 5!A (boost to damage against Players)
[SR]Anti-Player Movable Auto-turret: 80,000 HP, Tri-shot x 5!A (boost to damage against Players)

[PG]The Godmodder: 229/301 HP (Charging Ultimate NoScope 360 Headshot, done in 2!)

[N]Artifact Case D: C _ O _ _ W O R _ (Epic-level item inside!)
[N]Artifact Case F: Trivia Question: Name one location the Bank of Actions has never had a location or sub-location at.

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Player info:

Spoiler

Captain.cat - CP: 19(1 Boost Stone)(protected from 1 attack)
MooGoestheCow - CP: 0 (protected from 1 attack)
[N]CaptainNZZZ - CP: 0 (Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Overpowering Poison, Remnant crypt energy, EMP)(2 attack redirector)
The_Two_Eternities - CP: 11
That-Random-Guy - CP: 0(Echolocation)(protected from 1 attack)(King of the Hill - x2 actions, takes x2 damage!)
Arsenical - CP: 5(2 posts in debt!)
Ranger_Strider_ - CP: 0
Paradoxdragonpaci - CP: 0(protected from 1 attack)(has paradox void cards, absorbed Bad Luck, hexagonaherbs, 7 Homestuck Aspect vials(Life/Void/Mind/Blood/Doom gone), Vial of Aspects(12 power), BUFFNESS), Save Point: None
Crusher48 - CP: 4(Has Bost stone, Tactician Soul in a Bottle, 2 Boost Stones, Scanner Cannon)
Dragon of Hope?!? - CP: 6(Espionage ghost)(Excalibur - 6 Power)
General_Urist - CP: 3 (Shotgun of Dope - 2 power left, attack debuffs whoever it hits)
[N]That(Other)OtherGuy - CP: 0(+10,000 HP sword, Old Control Panel(red, blue, green buttons), Delicious cake, Shocking Shieldrazer(20 1-damage attacks, 1 use))
Bill Nye - CP: 7 (has super sharp gold sword - 2 power left, burny iron sword - 2 power left, bow and arrow - 3 power)
Kyleruler - CP: 5 (Spellblade - ||||||||||)
Algot - CP: 5 (1 attack converter, Mithril shield)
GoldHero101 - CP: 23
Krill13 - CP: 8 (Has Eyowean Greatsword, 2 1-power uses left, Godmodder Protection Suit)
Cephalos Jr. - CP: 3 (has pocket reactor(2 power), power armor)
FlamingFlapjacks - CP: 8 (has Anti-Glitch armor, Quest Pack)
Trifling Epithet - CP: 12(Has Minor Enemy Healing Ticket, S. Generator (gives 18.5 + 1.5[updates since 103] shields when activated))
[N]Evonix - CP: 9(Has bee defense field, beenades, Bee Relativity Pistol)
The_Quiet_Watcher - CP: 11(has grenades)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz - CP: 0
RedRover1760 - CP: 7(has memestone, infinite energy redirector, Kinetic Energy Stealing Railgun - 2 power, recording suit, Void teleport suit, hexxagonal field teleporter(3 uses remaining))
[N]EternalStruggle - CP: 0 (Increased HP)(protected from 1 attack)
[N+2]JoeBOB - CP: 0(Cult of the Cube)
Daskter - CP: 0
[N+2]Winkins - CP: 0
Karpinsky - CP: 0
MooGoestheCow - CP: 0
Eevee Shadow Bacon - CP: 0
Evonix - CP: 0

 

[Moniker]

I use Excalibur on the swarm soldiers, and then use 2 actions to destroy the Dropship.

I then charge 1 cp.

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The Godmodder stares in awe.

This is it. This is the part where you die, and everyone dies, and death reigns.

And you decided to use this time to CHARGE!? To CHARGE!!??!?!?!??!!

WHY!? CHARGING IS FOR THE FUTURE! And now... THERE IS! NO! FUTURE!

The Godmodder screams in rage! The scream overrides your actions completely, and almost distracts from the utterly pointless everything!

However. In the godmodder's distraction, he is more vulnerable to the next attack to come at him.

Not like I have any other options, so once again:

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

I bring out my Frying Pan Of Doom and swing it all around me like a maniac. The battlefield is filled with sickening crunching and CLANGing sounds as the Frying Pan Of Doom crushes body parts of swarm soldiers left, right, center, front, back, top, and bottom.

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WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM

You kill 5 swarm soldiers! Again! Just like in the retconned update! That didn't happen!

(Action!)(FOCUS!)
I let a tear fall from eyes as I witness the last of Piono's Mortal Blast. May you be happy with this.

Of course, I didn't forget about the players on the field, which I take one look at the situation and freeze for a bit.

In a dreg of panic, I quickly take out the three players from the toxic muck (JOE, ES, Daskter) along with Crusher and carefully, in the softest gloves that are also toxic proof, put them carefully in my the four slots of my own Player Wash Mk.2 which I had patented and officially created in my years of engineering in the life that I wasn't a player but as a brief world tyrant with the engineering prowess of a player!

Of course, the Player Wash Mk.2 Friendly Edition! was created mainly because the original Player Wash was stolen from me one day, and when I tried to find it, it was already patented by a guy called Godmodder!

I give a stink eye at the godmodder at the mangling of my designs before making sure all the features of the Player Wash Mk.2 is in the right place and nothing was distorted by the Godmodder or his forces.

"... Let's see... initial toxic, poison and germ remover, check, soft and caring conveyers belts, check, edible, great smelling and healing soap? Check! and it looks likes the on-contact-healing fabric which I was using for the Buns weaponry is working fine too!"

I mentally activate the operating system and manually oversee its many switches as the prone bodies of the players go through the wash on the soft and comfortable belts. The poison was quickly scrubbed away as it scours the body in disinfectant rays and they are moved to the actual washing. The next player has the players be covered and slathered in quality soap which they unconsciously slurp down as it tasted like a 4-star dinner which washed their insides of any diseases and toxic and filled up the cuts and scratches. The on-contact-healing rollers swiftly came in after that as the smoothest healing water that's perfect for washing came in and mix with the healing properties of the rollers makes quick work of the outside wounds of the Players. Eventually, they reached the end where they are thoroughly washed and freshened and blowdried in a comfortable heat and then softly ejected into a prepared mat and into the field again.

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JOEbob, Eternalstruggle and Daskter are healed back to just critically wounded! Your Player Wash also has them looking clean for... well, basically the first time since they arrived in the war. How long has it been since anybody had a bath? Has everybody remembered their deodorant applications? I suppose it doesn't matter now...

Wait, are those Players trying to ignore your healing and use their mortal blasts anyways? The madmen!

Do you realize that you just sent the DEATH stasis pod to the same place we're going to go after you kill us? Thanks for storing copies of all my CP and items though.

If I am still mortally wounded, I don't sacrifice myself for this, and cancel all of my actions. Otherwise, I activate 2 boost stones, giving me 9 actions this turn.

Focused x9 Action: I release a massive wave of healing that restores vitality to every mortally wounded player.

No, we need to do more. I also expend 4 CP.

4 Charge: Snipers. The most overpowered things in any video game. Not only can they instakill where other weapons can't, but at long range too. However, they have one thing that potentially qualifies as a weakness: they suck at close range.

I summon 6 clones of Winston, the scientist gorilla from Overwatch. They all activate their jump packs and dive into the snipers. In addition to electrocuting the snipers to death, they also drop barriers around them that prevent them from shooting anything else, and when they hit low health, they activate Primal Rage to continue assaulting the snipers and bash them around so they can't get off a clean shot.

Then, they realize the snipers have all just left the game, so they instead target the swarm soldiers with cleave damage from their tesla cannons.

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The Godmodder stares at you quizzically.

The Godmodder: You think you get to go to the normal afterlife? I'm afraid you're sadly mistaken.

You're still mortally wounded! You hold off, for now. You might want to prep for a mortally wounded blast next turn... and you can re-use your flavor text from this post, too.

Reposting:

Eyowe makes note of his Eyowean Greatsword as well as the Godmodder Protection suit.

He smashes the Swarm Soldiers with his greatsword with the great purpose of deoccupying himself from them.

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The Swarm Soldiers are crushed under the raw power of your greatsword! 7 slain!

"Oh perfect, if the lack of damage when you all arrived is anything to go by it seems I'm superior to these minor gods you've been slaying." I laugh maniacally.

...there goes my laughter. Coughing up a literal river of oddly thick and grey blood I fall to the ground, arms flailing wildly in the air.

Heh. At least the Hellfire Crystal Golem made it and Rotaz hasn't done anything stupid. He better do as I commanded, I didn't use up most of my CPs and a focused action to create a way out and make the Hellfire Crystal Golem into a Rune Caster for them not to escape safely and start building themselves up to survive..unlike so many others. I have led so many yet all I ever manage is the death of them.

Welp time to pull off a mortal strike just like I did during the Deleter event, there's no way I'll manage to survive this considering I'm already mortally wounded. Too bad Piono did his mortal strike already though, I could never hope to even a fraction of what he did even with 100x the CPs to expend.

Hmmmm, but what to do? Sure my actions when mortally wounded are going to be exceedingly powerful but I need to choose somewhat wisely to get the most out of them. Also how much blood does my body hold, I'm quite literally floating in a pool of my own grey blood and my blood lost hasn't slowed in the slightest.

Bending my own blood I move my fallen body across the floor surprisingly rapidly considering how slow you'd think a river of blood would flow. Seriously I'm wondering if I've missed my true calling as a blood bank or if my Player powers are on the fritz as they try to delay my death. Fortunately either way it won't matter, if I'm successful there won't be anything left of me to randomly question what's happening.

Finally I reach my target of my mortal strike, the Horseman of War. The mind controlled entity looks down at me with a look of detached confusion. I attempt a crazy smile while dramatically lifting myself up off of my blood river but to no avail, my mortally wounded body is practically immobile at this point, a useless husk. Fortunately there's a lovely alternative body looking down at me.

Suddenly the Horseman of War's left arm defies its mind controlled mind and reaches down to my body, easily ripping my heart from my chest as I sacrifice all possible methods of defense. The Horseman of War stares in surprise at its disobedient arm to only now notice my blood coating it and manipulating it as my blood pierces its skin and replaces its bone and muscle. My state of Mortally Wounded guaranteed I telekinetically force its possessed left arm to keep moving and slam into its chest before the Horseman of War can stop it, punching a hole right through its chest and replacing its now pulverized heart with my own.

The Horseman of War starts spasming and contorting as the river of blood before it surges into the air while my now lifeless heart begins setting up shop, hooking up with the Horseman of War's body and severing any connection with its body and its mind, mind control is pointless if the body itself doesn't respond to the mind. (Assuming the items in my inventory are still there and just also duplicated into the DEATH Stasis Pod I also use the Remnant crypt energy in this action to boost its effects) The mind on the other hand gets a crash course on becoming obsolete as my blood seeps through its skull and melts the critical parts of its brain for ability control and forms into makeshift replacement nodes, hardly perfect but enough for this turn.

The Horseman of War stops moving as its body falls completely under the control of my heart which has now converted itself into a Undead Core, pumping necrotic energy through its body to overpower any impulses the original and still mind controlled mind might manage to send out despite the loss of connection. If my consciousness was still somewhat intact I'd probably be busy mocking the Godmodder but that's impossible at this point.

While I'm dead, all of my remaining energy expended in this take over, the Undead Core I created is set to make use of the Horseman of War's lovely Attackbuff to buff the attacks of the Players. Sure my control is potentially only temporary and the amount of Attackbuffs might be reduced but considering how the Godmodder decided to mind control the Horseman of War these Attackbuffs are no doubt rather ridiculous. Apply those Attackbuffs to mortal actions/strikes and those going after critical targets and, well, fun things will end up happening. (x3)

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Horseman of War's power has been - very temporarily - seized! All remaining Player attacks will do x3 damage this turn!

Your body fades away...

CaptainNZZZ has been slain. His posts will not be counted in the updates.

+3 Current HP to the godmodder!

The Godmodder: Oh, that's right. I need to regenerate from Piono too. Give me a moment to grab his soul...

+2 Current HP to the godmodder!

...Since the plan I had is still one that I will stick with, I will simply redo my scorched earth action:
The quiet watcher open a door to the allsee spectacles once more. He staggers over to them, primes his siliconification bomb, puts the glasses on, and doors the exotic explosive to the largest group of enemies as he slumps against the the wall.

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Unfortunately, you can't place traps inside the vault. What you CAN do is place traps outside the vault! Which you do - there's now a siliconification bomb primed to detonate when the godmodder approaches the vault. Any effect it will have remains to be seen. However, for now... you'll just have to... hope everything turns out... okay...

The_Quiet_Watcher has been slain. His posts will not be counted in the updates.

+2 Current HP and +10% attack power to the godmodder!

Oh, goodie here we go! LET'S HAVE SOME FUN!!

Action 1-3: I take my bow and arrow and I aim it at the Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier. I shoot my arrow into the air which causes millions of tiny arrows to land on it. each time it makes contact with the Elite Soldier, It causes a tiny explosion.

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Horseman of War grants you x3 damage! KA-BOOM! 150,000 damage to the Elite Soldier!

I find myself staring at Pionoplayer as he mounts an epic attack upon the Godmodder's forces only for it to be negated with only a scratch done to the Godmodder. "Fuck" Is all I find myself able to say at this. All that power placed into it this all or nothing attack and we came up with nothing. That is when I am shot by the Sniper and I momentarily lose consciousness, Images faded in and out of my mind as I lay on the ground before suddenly I reawaken and I am in complete pain as I do so. "AHG! Fucking shit GAh!" I yell out as I roll to my side feeling the Pain of the shot hit me full force leaving me wheezing for breath. 'Well... shit.' Is the only thing that comes to mind as I lay on my side.

'Come on, Get up.' I slowly roll to onto my stomach feeling another sharp twist of pain. 'Get up.' I then reach both my hands onto the ground and began to push myself up still feeling my body crying out in pain. 'GET UP!' Finally I manage to force myself up despite the pain. Looking around I see the body of Pionoplayer laying upon the ground and I see many of my fellow brothers in arms in about as bad a state as me. 'Shit. Damn it all.' I think to myself as I look. Looking back at Pionoplayer or well what is left of him I let out a sigh of sadness. "Rest well brother, We'll make The Godmodder regret this." I say quietly.

Looking forward I spy Latula and her 100 attack shields. 'Sigh, Alright seems like making sure that she dies is a good start, Hopefully that will prevent the Federal Fraud Investigation Agency from being existing anymore and prevent them from fooling any future players into a similar trap. Plus She's a Boss so her death may cause damage to the Godmodder. But we are going to need The Terminatorbot to do it as it is the only one who has the power to punch through all the attack shields and kill her.'

Looking towards the Terminatorbot REVIVED and seeing it on fire with the Infiniburning. 'Sort of strange, Every-time something is called the Infini-whatever it does not seem to be Infinite. Maybe it's because of the poor grammar that it ends up not being infinite.' After musing to myself for that I use 4 CP to make a wish. 'I wish for A endless torrent of water to descent and snuff out the Infiniburning that is destroying the Terminatorbot while causing no damage to the Terminatorbot itself.' (4 CP)

Suddenly a large red portal opens up over the Terminatorbot and out from it come's an seemingly endless stream of water spilling upon the Infiniburning. It takes a few moments to notice it but some fish falling out of the Portal with the water. It is then I realize where the Water is coming from, It's the HEXAGONASEA. 'Hmm, Was this where some of it went when it disappeared? Hmm probably not all of it but it will work for now.'

With that out of the way I speak to the Terminatorbot REVIVED. "Hey, We will not last long so this is our last collective Hurrah. I hope that you will live until next round but in case you don't I want you to target Latula the Leader of the Federal Fraud Investigation Agency. You are quite literally the only one capable of getting past all the attack shields she has and killing her. If you can kill her then She will not be able to lead anymore people into trap like this one. Please do this for us."


After waiting for a moment to see if the Terminatorbot agrees or not to do what I have asked and also to catch my breath as I feel more of my blood soak my camo uniform. I look towards Horseman of War and the Elite Archangel. 'Well I am sorry you poor bastards I don't think there is much we ca-' Just then I notice a device sticking out of the side of their heads. It's barely noticeable but it's there. 'Those much be the Mind control device that is keeping them enslaved. It must of been revealed by Pionoplayer's attack. Well seems there might be something we do after-all.'

Focus action - "Salvation to the Enslaved!"


I holstering my Spear of Lightning behind my back as I look up at the two mind controlled entities. 'Well I suspect I will not live to see if this will work.' With that I teleport onto the shoulder of the Elite Archangel next to where I saw the mind control device. With one hand grabbing hold of the flowing white hair of the Elite Archangel as to prevent myself from being thrown off of them immediately I start quickly looking and soon I see the device sticking outside the temple of the Elite Archangel. It's a spike like object jutting out like it had been impaled there, I can see a small trickle of white blood pouring from the device.

'Must of been jabbed in there and connects directly with the brain.' I quickly think to myself. With my one free hand I grab onto the device and attempt to wrench it free but quickly I find that it is struck in there tight. "Damn it!" I say through gritted teeth as I attempt to pull it out. Just then I see the Giant hand of the Archangel attempt to swat me away. "SHIT!" I yell out as I narrowly dodge the swap which forces me to stop pulling on the device. As I hang with one hand from the Angel's hair I then feel the world start to thrash around violently as the Archangel shakes their head back and forth which soon despite my best efforts throws me off.

When I am thrown I find tumbling through the air so fast that I cannot make anything out besides a blur of colors and shapes. But soon I find myself landing face first into something soft. As I grip the soft surface I realize that it is fur that I am on. Looking up I see that I am on the back of War's mighty steed, I know this is War because I can see War has his head turn towards me and is glaring down at me with utter rage. 'Bugger.' I think to myself as I quickly dodge him tying to cleave me in two with his Great sword.

Fortunately it's a bit easier to dodge War's strikes as he is attempting to avoid hitting his horse. Dodge to the left, then another left followed by a dodge to the right. I keep up the pattern of dodging as I attempt to focus enough energy to do a accurate teleport away from his blade. As I do this I pull my Spear of Lightning from it's holster. 'Come on- Shit!... Close, Almost! Now!' Finally I had gotten enough energy to teleport which I do just in time to avoid a decapitation strike.

In a flash of red light I appear on War's shoulder and right next to his head and I quickly spot the Device jabbed into his temple just like the Archangel. 'Well I hope this works!' As fast as I can I thrust the Spear of Lightning into the mind control device and I yell out. "LIGHTNING BOLT!" Suddenly a crackle of electricity shoots into the device. I can see the device start to spark and whine under the abuse. "Come on, Break!" I yell out as I attempt to force more power into the device. As I do this I can feel the Horseman of War thrashing wildly as the electricity shoots into the device and into his brain.

Then I feel a suddenly force collide with me that feels like a semi truck as I am violently thrown from War's shoulder and into the air. Tumbling through the air again I blindly grasp out for something and after a moment I grab hold of the left rear leg of the Horseman's steed. Looking up I see the Horseman of War grasping his head as if he had just suffered a migraine. 'Did I do it?' I wonder to myself hopeful. But just then I see the Elite Archangel is swinging their scythe towards me. "Fuck!" I yell out and let go of my hold on the steed's leg and let myself fall. Thankfully I did it soon enough that the Archangel's scythe passes just above me and cuts into the horse's leg.

Quickly looking towards the shoulder of the Angel I focus on it and quickly I am teleported to that spot next to the device controlling the Archangel. Quickly I bring my Spear of Lightning up and jam it into the device followed by me yelling out. "LIGHTNING BOLT!" With a hum of energy the runes that are carved into shaft of the spear Light up with a red glow and ushers forth tens of thousands of volts of electricity into the Mind control device. I see the Device once again began to spark and whine by the abuse followed by it smoking. 'Nearly ther-" Just then I feel a sharp pain across my stomach, Looking down I see it's the blade of the Horsemen of War and then I feel the force of the blow as I am sent flying.

Down, Down, Down I fall until I then hit the ground with a sickening thud. As I lay there I can tell that pretty much all of the bones both my legs and in my left arm are broken. Thankfully It seems that I have lost so much blood that I can't really feel anything anymore at this point. 'Small mercies, I gues-' My thoughts are once again interrupted as the two entities, the Elite Archangel and the Horseman of War hovering me. 'Am not getting a moment's peace am I?'

The Elite Archangel plucks the Spear of Lightning from it's head and looks down at me with a sneer followed by them stabbing me with my own Spear impaling me through my chest just missing all of my vital organs. Once again I am unable to feel any pain due to heavy blood loss but I can feel what little that was left of my strength beginning to rapidly fade as my death draws near.

'ON..e Fi.na...ll wish. I... wis..h to know a..pow.erful eno...ugh attac..k to destro..y the m..ind control devices!' I think to myself as my thought possess slows down as my internal organs began to shut off one by one. Suddenly with a flash of red in my eyes I see what I must do. With a surge of effort I lift my head up and I stare at my two killers and with a cough of blood I get their attention. '"Ha, He..Y Ass-HOlees, Loo-..k at I got!" and with my remaining unbroken arm I rise them a middle finger.

The Elite Archangel and the Horseman of War look down at me with looks of disgust and turn to look at one another before nodding to each-other. Then In unison they rise up their blades above their heads and after a moment start to swing down towards me.

Grasping the Spear of Lightning I pour all of my power into it as I say the following words "LIGHTNING STORM!" I roar out just a moment before the blades strike me dead. The Runes that cover Spear of Lightning flash out in completely white light as the it violently shakes before dozens of Lightning bolts rain into it and into my body which then is conducted by the Horseman of War's sword and the Elite Archangel's scythe. Trillions of volts of electricity run up the metal conductors and into the bodies of the Horseman of War and the Elite Archangel, Quickly rooting them to the spot as their muscles seize up but most importantly the Mind control devices are being hit by the electricity. Already damaged by my earlier attempts to destroy them the two Mind Control Devices finally give up the ghost as they are overloaded by the sheer amount of electricity causing their interior circuity to be burnt to a crisp.

Soon afterwords the electricity runs it course and it is over. Laying in the between the two entities is a smothering corpse, sliced into three sections and a spear sticking out of it's chest. soon a breeze of wind picks up and the charred corpse disintegrates into dust and is blown away. Leaving only the Spear of Lightning rooted to the ground. (18 CP)

Captain.Cat has been Slain.

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Infiniburning somewhat reduced!

The Mind Control Devices shatter into a billion pieces! The lightning courses through them, destroying every last bit! The Horseman of War and the Archangel cry out, with relief - and regret. They killed their savior - yet saved they are. They have to do something - they have to help this flagging group as much as they can before death inevitably arrives!

Captain.cat has been slain.

+2 Current HP to the godmodder!

A+B: Remove fire from Terminatorbot, possibly harder.
C: Bash the Medics around a bit.

[x2]The girl looks sadly at Fenix as he goes into the pod.

"Operator, this appears to be a grim fate. It may be intelligent to at least enable the Terminatorbot to act one last time. Please ensure the fire is put out."

She's already on it-she reaches into her inventory and pulls out a fancy-looking fire extinguisher, then pauses, realizing she's pulled out a fancy-looking fire extinguisher pretty much on reflex alone. She inspects the fancy-looking fire extinguisher's promotional label...​

"EXTINGUISHINATOR MK. ∞"
"Even the hottest fires have to chill out to this legendary weapon/fire repellent, the final word in anti-flame assault. The Extinguisinator Mark Infinity is the answer to your pyromanic problems!"
"Featuring state of the art fire suppression systems, InfiniteX™ technology to ensure perfect form and function every time, and a reinforced frame to double as a makeshift weapon, the Extinguishinator is unrivaled!"
"Just press down the handle, aim the nozzle, and watch as even the elemental plane of fire itself fizzes before you! This is a fire extinguisher worthy of deities!"
"In addition, because we know your possessions are important, the Extinguishinator Mark Infinity doesn't just put out fires-it reverses the damage of fire entirely! Watch as those burn wounds completely vanish!"
"Never again fear fire, with the Extinguishinator Mark Infinity!"​

Well. Isn't that convenient.

The girl quickly shakes the Extinguishinator-

"Operator, memory defragged regarding Extinguishinator Mark Infinity. Refrain from shaking. Jush push on the handle and aim the nozzle, as the advertisement instructed."

-the girl quickly stops shaking the Extinguishinator, what is that thing, a soda can? Regardless, she obeys Omniglot and grabs the handle, aims the nozzle, and pushes down.

A pale rainbow of foam gushes out of the Extinguishinator like a fire hydrant, unleashing its mysteirous chemical compound onto the TerminatorBot. It appears you fight Infinity with Infinity-which in this case may have to be an Infinity with an asterisk in front of it, given the apparent quality of infinity-ness is looking rainbow-y. In any case, the rainbow fires get smothered by the rainbow Extinguishinator chemicals, and most of the Terminatorbot as well in the process.

"...Operator, perhaps you should remove the excess of chemical from the Terminatorbot?"

The girl nods, but her arm is already acting on it-her left one, specifically, siphoning a black portal like object in its center. The Infinity Foam, and interestingly enough only that, is sucked right off of the Terminatorbot in a jiffy-revealing a relatively unscathed and fire-free Terminatorbot, radically reducing his DoT damage to not-instant-death levels if not outright removing it.

The Terminatorbot, which may or may not be under the girl's control, is politely requested to fire at Latula. She seems somewhat more irreplaceable than the rest even if she has her last surprise ready.

[x1] Meanwhile, the girl is still holding the Extinguishinator. She looks upon the battlefield, shrugs a big fat shrug of shrugginess, and points at the Medic Unit. They look at each other, unaware of who or what's going to take the brunt of this attack, but also realizing that, in no uncertain terms, they're sincerely and utterly unable to really, readily stop her except as a fancy show.

They naturally fail to do any sort of evasive maneuver as she walks up to about one or two of them and repetetively smashes the Extinguishinator into their faces. Apparently the reinforced frame is really reinforced, as the Medic Units are completely and utterly crushed underneath a single swing, each, faces quickly disfigured from sheer force. Then, the girl's right arm starts acting up-she switches to a strict left-hand grip (her left hand stretching out to accomodate), as the rest of the medic troops group up together to continue the illusion that they have some say in the matter of what's going to happen.

What happens, of course, is that the azure arm seems to 'peel back' to show another crystalline liquid layer of azure, just slightly darker than the first. Then, another peels away, and another, and another, each one slightly darker than the last, such that the segment of the arm becomes darker, darker, darker, and yet never seems to cease to become even darker. Soon, the medics start quietly gibbering as physics distorts around the arm to enable an even darker darkness, as the girl continues bashing in the luckier of the medics with that Extinguishinator. She seems oddly proficient with that thing, even one-handed.

The girl wraps up beating her intended victims dead pretty quickly, as the arm's darkness starts making the medics freak out harder than they were before. The girl looks up; from her angle her arm is still perfectly as azure as before. And then the weird, impossibly dark tendrils extend from within, quickly piercing the brains of the closest medics.

The girl recoils in revulsion as the tentacles make very obvious munching sounds, making a rather pained, surprised noise that could sound like disgust. The medics flesh and protective gear quickly rots into a sickly black, and they fall over, tentacles retracting into the arm and the arm returning to normal.

... The girl just kind of runs backwards into the fray, expressionless yet again after a few seconds.​

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Thanks to the Extinguishinator and Captain.cat's water, the fire is put out completely! No longer is it infinite! Thanks to the Horseman's buffs, you manage to slay 10 of the medic unit!

Someone free the Horseman and Angel! Quickly, Piono nearly freed them!
Also: A bank of actions location or sublocation... Has never been located in a Bank of Actions sublocation!
FOCUS!
The best way to deal with swarms of enemies? something that spreads extremely quickly...
I pull out a container labeled pestilence and spray the substance onto the swarm. A disease immediately starts to spread through them, brutally murdering them.

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"INCORRECT! There was once the Recursive Bank of Actions, an attempt to exploit a glitch in reality to duplicate actions. Unfortunately, it was shut down by the Eternal Court due to violating the conservation of energy. Furthermore, it was an overall loss, as the profit manifested as massive, unstoppable explosions rather than actions."

They manage a quarantine, but its too late! 18 Swarm soldiers slain - thanks to the Horseman of War!

3 actions: I pull out an LMG and start mowing down the Medic Units. I may be going down, but they're going down with me. No more regen for the Godmodder's hordes.

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Some would call a waste, but you do the best you can! Your LMG DESTROYS every! Last! Medic! Not one is left, combined with your mortal action power and the horseman's buffs!

Of course, since it was a mortal action, you are now dead.

The_Two_Eternities has been slain. Their posts will no longer be counted in the updates.

+3 Current HP to the godmodder!

I don't see my mana flowers in my invent?

I planeshift to the giantgodsnakecorpse(bee field is off so I don't make a hive of mythical snake bees, actually why would that be a bad thing? the worriers could each have a scale on them and the swarm could swarm to look like the full snake... perhaps later if this doesn't pan out) and turn it into a legendary weapon... by declaring that it's now a whip, exactly how someone would be able to wield it is an exercise left to the user... Although that would be funny I think I'll actually make some changes, firstly a bit of necromancy to make it as good as new(still dead) and continue producing venom, also no rigor mortis, in fact the muscles will aid the weilder's swings. Next a few physical changes so turning the head inside out and covering it with long extra fangs, each with their own venom gland and changing the shape of and reinforcing the very tip of the tail so a normal person can get a grip. Finally I add some enchantments to mess with inertia, gravity and newtons third law so a normal person can wield it with the same amount of effort as a normal whip, (anyone gets the same force multiplier so a superhuman who could pick it up normaly could get some serious sufficient velocity stuff going on) so someone could crack the whip and hit someone with the car sized inside out head going at the speed of sound and envenomate(is it a word?) them at the same time. Also the normal reinforcements that go on legendary weapons so it's hard to destroy and indeed will survive for other Players to discover under improbable circumstances like other legendary weapons. I also hide a secret in it, one day far in the future it will infect another player with my bee based ideology so my cause can continue after my death. Then I drag it back to the normal world and coil it up safly inside my beefield before activating it.

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Apologies, they've been... re-added? Well, not the mana flowers. They may have been in the rollbacked Deleter timeline. You have your bee-related items back, though! In your current inventory and the DEATH Stasis Pod.

The godmodder prevents you from leaving the current area, so that way, you can die along with everyone else! However, you try to do everything else anyways, resulting in you teleporting the giantgodsnakecorpse on top of yourself, and getting crushed as it falls on top of you.

You are now underneath the giantgodsnakecorpse. You have 1 turn to do something with this before the godmodder kills you. What do you do?

Focus: It's time to go out in a blaze of glory.

All those swarmers... You know what all swarmers have in common? Their weakness to weapons that attacks multiple enemies at the same time... Aka Artillery
Rifts start appearing across the room, somehow hundreds of artillerys, machineguns, and mortars is summoned into the room.
Devasting firepower is rain upon the Swarmers, they're hammer'd by explosions and bullets with seemingly no end in sight.

When the smoke clears, I jump into the middle of the swarmers. I hack, slash, and crush has many swarmers before my wounds take me away...

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Winkins healing allows you to push just a little bit further! 20 Swarm Soldiers slain! A blaze of glory indeed... the Swarm Soldiers are now a barely-standing mess, a destroyed army! Thanks to you and everyone else. But unfortunately... now its time for you to...

Daskter has been slain.

+1 Current Godmodder HP! +10% godmodder max travel speed!

Time to go out in a blaze of glory, I guess. [This is a Mortal Action]

I've never been one for smashposts. The most flavortext I habitually tack on is Godmodder damage. But even that takes effort from me. And when it gets blocked, over and over? I get mad.

Well, I've been saving all that rage up, and I guess now's the time to use it. An orange aura flares around me, the sign that I'm using my Player powers. It just as quickly turns to a blood-red shade, casting a deathly light upon the battlefield.

The light grows to obscure me, then fades. I now stand twice as tall as I used to, twice as broad, twice as strong. My skin has turned blood-red, but my eyes are orange. I let out a roar, then charge.

I have one target: the man who defied me at every turn. The Godmodder.

I crash into him and fling him into the sky, then jump up above him and slam him down into the ground. I land on top of him and keep punching his face into the ground.

Eventually, my heart gives out and I die. But my rage is still going, albeit in a different fashion. My body glows red with anger, and literally explodes in a fountain of rage, all of which slams into the Godmodder, over and over, attacking him until it is expended.

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I suppose someone had to do it at some point. The sheer SALTINESS of your rage allows you to deal 1 damage to The Godmodder! He's impressed by your determination, but more than happy to retake the HP you took - and more - from your corpse.

Karpinsky has been slain!

+3 Current Godmodder HP!

(reposting so it counts, and with some added attacking)
Alright, CUE STUPID ANIME SPEACH
DDUUUHHH DUUUH DUUH
So.
This is what it comes to.
I'm new, and haven't seen much.
But, I was there for the Deleter.
I've heard of the challenges and battles we've fought.
And it ends here?
No.
Godmodder, we may be falling.
But if we're gonna die, then we're gonna die in the most fantastic way ever:
With Gun.
I summon my full powers as a Lead Elemental, I summon up my Retcon Powers, I draw all my guns, I invoke Kaliber, I absorb a mass of Cliches,
and I turn to TV Tropes, and call forth the power of the Tropesz
And I blitz towards the Godmodder and his forces, channeling the power of Pure gun.
Piono got this party started.
We're gonna bring it to a close.
Let's fucking do this.
First I leap at the Suppression Tanks, grabbing the first one and doing a back flip, slamming it into the second, then spinning around with both of them and slamming the crumpled tanks into the Mythic Soldiers, then creating a giant sphere of Gun Alloy, and trapping the Tanks and Mythic Soldiers in it. I grab the sphere and run over to the Soulrazers, summoning a army of Lead Elementals as I run. The army circles the soulrazers, forcing them into a defensive circle. As they shoot the Lead Elementals down, a shadow comes over them, and they look up to see me slam dunking the sphere into the compressed defensive circle. The sphere breaks apart, creating a bullet hell chaos, and crushing all the soulrazers. Before the flattened wreckage that is the soulrazers can react, I unleash a blitz of bullets, which form into a frying pan. I dump the flattened soulrazers into the pan, and I run towards Latula. I flip all the soulrazer pancakes out of the pan at Latula, crushing her. I grab her, and hold her up. I then toss her into the sky, where the Dakka Defender suddenly jets forward, grabbing Latula, and spinning her around, blasting a couple metric fucktons of ammo into her, before drop kicking her into the BoA, where she crashlands into BoA's Defense Lab, and meets the Prototype Infinitybots, which go haywire and unleash their power on her. The Dakka Defender tosses a nuke inside the lab, freeing all the other prototype bots, which swarm Latula, ripping her apart.
Meanwhile, I close my eyes, and stretch my hand out. All across the multiverse, people hope. Not even the Godmodder can stop that. The people hope for the Godmodder to die. The Godmodder hopes for the people to die. Kings hope for a good kingdom. All people hope. And all that hope, I harness. I summon it all, and open my eyes. They're now two glowing yellow orbs, representing all hope in the multiverse. I channel it, and smile. Beams of pure hope emit from my body, powering up the other players, and one other thing happens. Remember the Hope weapons? They powered up in times of need. And if this isn't a time of needs, I'll eat my hat. The hope works the same as the hope weapons, and grants me a eleventh hour superpowering. I then look at the Godmodder. I gesture outward, and hope with all the hope in the multiverse for Gun that would be the result of a theoretical combination of every gun in the multiverse to appear in my hand. Thanks to my hope powers, that happens. I point it at the Godmodder, and pull the trigger. BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM
This goes on for a while. While the Godmodder is occupied by the gun, which I hope just stays floating, continuously firing into the Godmodder. (it does so)
I then stride over to Latula and the all the rest of Godmodder's forces. I glare at them. They would glare back, but my attacks have rendered them kinda in a form where they can't glare, if you know what I mean. I raise my hands, and hope for every one of the Godmodder's troops, from across the Multiverse, to appear. Well, the remnants of them. Piono did devastate them. They all suddenly are there, crushing Latula, the PGs, and the Soulrazers. They all look around, in a panic.
Soulraze Captain: What's going on?
Soulraze Grunt: ME WAS ABOUT TO SMASH PUNY GOD MEN!
Edge Demigod: *screeching*
As they panic, I walk up, glaring at them.
Soldiers of the Godmodder, you stand here, accused of crimes against the Multiverse. You stand accused of aiding a madman on his warpath. A warpath that destroyed civilizations, killed trillions, ripped apart families, annhilated worlds, and so much much more.
And now. Justice will be served.
I rise into the air, glowing bright yellow, I gesture forward at the Godmodder's vast forces, and smirk. Just as I gesture forward, Latula finally digs herself out, right as I unleash the pure power of hope. She's slammed backward, into a giant Planetcracker Juggernaut Warship. The spaceships of the Godmodder's forces all jet upward, in a attempt to escape, only for giant beams of hope to emit from me, as I hope that they reverse direction, which they do, slamming back into the ground. Every spaceship of the Godmodder's vast empire's Army slams into the ground, their shields nullified by hope, their hulls suddenly made very explosive by hope.
They explode.
The entire space force of the Godmodder explodes violently, raining wreckage and fireballs down on the Godempire's Army. They panic, running this way and that, blasting some wreckage that falls. They're devastated, loosing thousands to the violent rain of explosions and fire. And unfortunately for them, I'm not done yet. I advance forward, raising my hands again. The sky grows dark. They look up. I've hoped for every planet they've ever destroyed to reappear above them, and crush them. Blam. The planets rain down, crushing the army into paste.
I then twirl through their ranks, hoping for chains to grab them and pin them down. I then hope for all their weapons, and every weapon they've ever used, to appear, and shoot, stab, doofitcate, or whatever they do, to the Army. That happens.
But I'm not done yet.
I hope for a shade of a god appears. And then another. And another. The shade of every god they've killed for the Godmodder appears, and they wreck havoc, unleashing their powers. They salute, the players, and poof away one final time. This happens. Then, I open a portal to every elemental plane. The Elementals, one of the first people conquered by the Godmodder, gaze in wonder as their oppressors disappear. They all receive a psychic message from me, to fight if they wish. They arrive, every Elemental. They rage down, from Pie Elementals, to Time Elementals, to gorilla Elementals, which censor any attacks against them. The Elementals then fly up, and for two seconds, they all merge into one being. The God of Reality, or The God of Elements. The one God that the Godmodder hasn't figured out a way to kill yet, because he would have to kill every elemental, and there and multiple factors that make that impossible. The God and I team up, me hoping he becomes three hundred times as powerful, and him unleashing everything he's got into the Gun-occupied Godmodder and the Army. And hen, after a huge assault that I can't be bothered to describe, but which lasts for a timestopped century, but looks like it took the two seconds, because of the Time Elemental's power. With a final salute, the God dissipates, the Elementals flying apart, returning to their Planes. I salute them. The Ultigun, finally run out of ammo, clatters to the ground, and dissipates into yellow energy. The Godmodder leaps free, and runs at me. I glance up at him, and causally hope that he is flicked aside. He is. I then turn to the remains of the once great multiverse spanning Army. They're trying to fight me, to help their lord. I smirk, and and flick my wrist, hoping that they all return to where they came, without any equipment, and with all of the civilizations returned to their greatness. The troops all quickly are finished off by the angry civilizations, who kill and imprison their former captors.
I then turn to the Godmodder. His empire, through Piono's sacrifice, and my hope, is basically gone for all purposes. He's being flicked around like a ragdoll like no player group has done before. We're loosing, of course. But we're loosing in style. I hope that he is flicked around a few more times, the Legendary Weapons being thrown from his hands and hopefully scattered across the Multiverse at lightspeed. That happens.
I hope for him to be suddenly to be dearmored. That happens.
I hope for him to suddenly loose his spine. Literally. That happens. He falls limp, unable to move.
I hope for his powers to leave him, him becoming a normal man for duration of my attack. That happens.
I hope for him to be blasted from this end of the Multiverse to the other. That happens.
I blast the now normal godmodder point blank multiple times with every gun I have. I hope for every round to be two quadrillion times more powerful then they normally would be. That happens.
I then hope for the Godmodder to suddenly feel the brunt of every attack ever done in a Godmodding War ever. That happens.
I hope for the Godmodder to suddenly loose his Psychic grip, breaking all the Mind Control he's doing everywhere. That happens.
I hope for Godmodder to have every status effect ever inflicted on him, causing him intense pain. That Happens.
I then hope for the Godmodder to be suddenly paralyzed. That happens.
I stride over to the paralyzed Godmodder, and grab Mascythe. I snap it over my knee. Well, not really. It breaks in half for a brief second, then reforms. In that split second though, it blasts out a surge of Legendary Energy, which I hope blasts into the Godmodder.
It does so.
The paralyzed Godmodder is sent ragdolling, energy surging through him, and I suddenly appear behind him as he lands. He finally breaks free of his paralyzed and jumps up, only to feel my hand on his back. He whirls around, ready to fight, only for me to hope that he, the Soulrazers, all the PGs, the huge empire's army, and Latula, are teleported into one giant Gun Alloy Sphere. The sphere flies upward, and I hope that it slams into fifteen falling planet sized chunks of explodium.
It does so.
I then hope that all my allies become hundreds of times stronger, that armor materializes around them, and that any enemy they face becomes incredibly weak and defenseless.
That happens.
I then hope that a giant Mecha made of pure Hope appears on our side, armed to the teeth. I hope that it begins rapidly placing attack shields on all of my allies.
That happens.
I hope that the Generator's deadness decides that the Generator is a very bad host, and jumps over into the Allsight Spectacles, deading them away.
I then hope for a temple to appear on the Hexagonfield, the Hall of Fallen Heros. In it are statues of Piono and Gary Stu, along with statues and dedications to every player that has fought the Godmodder. I hope that this Hall finds itself eternal, reappearing every time it is destroyed, not destroyable by even Godmodders.
I stride over to the Drakken Laser Drill. I look at it. I hope that it flies into the air, spins around, that the armor of it falls off, that it is thrown a thousand feet into the air, is attacked by the Prototype Infinitybots, and that it just dies. That happens.
then I hope for this to all happen too fast for anyone to counter, just in case.
And then I hope that the above attack I have preformed is treated as if I was wielding every Legendary Weapon during it, without the lifedrain.
All of that happens.
With my final power, I materialize a bunker of gun around me, and collapse, not critically wounded, but definitely incredibly tired.
With my last hope, I hope that I and all the other players began regenerating incredibly quickly until our last stand is over. I also hope that I gain every type of invincibility known to the Multiverse, for a indefinite amount of time. This happens.
My hope power then mostly leaves me, returning to the air, but some stays in me, amplifying my powers in the future.

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You... are determined... to... WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your epic assault on the godmodder's forces uses all your power. But The Godmodder himself stands aside as you ravage his forces, watching, as you get to about your halfway point, when you try to summon even more of the godmodder's empire here to be destroyed...

The Godmodder: Keep away from my other armies, please.

His grip tightens around your throat. Hey! Didn't the godmodder ALREADY do the strangling thing. The godmodder pauses. Whoops. He instead puts you underneath a bus, and then drives over the bus. WHUMP, goes your body, as the godmodder squashes the miserable life out of it.

...But this proves to be a mistake. You see, in attempting to kill you, he only mostly succeeded - he brought you down to... MORTALLY WOUNDED ULTIMATE POWER STATE!

This allows you to unleash the second part of your attack... destroying the godmodder's army all the better! You manage to deal 300,000 damage to everything on the field - but in the process, you give your own life. The 3 Anti-Player movable auto-turrets are destroyed, and many of the godmodder's other entities are seriously injured! All fades to black....

FlamingFlapjacks has been slain.

+2 current HP to the godmodder.

[x3] Alright, I was going to mortal action, but... I have 2 things I want to do. so first, I'll do this non-mortal action.
so, despite being rather wounded (how much? i dunno), I sit up from having somehow arrived on the field here, despite being mortally wounded on the hexagonafield directly prior to transit, and not healed as of arrival to the bank. anyway.
I sit up, and point one finger from my clenched hand outwards. i roll my wrist, in a circle-shape, once. then, I stop, and a portal appears below me, through which I fall. the impact as I land is painful, but I've arrived, and it's not a hard enough impact to add another tier of woundedness. I sit before the [you-figure-it-out], and smile. then, I cough hideously, being, you know, wounded. after my coughing fit ends, I grunt and create a grey-golden sphere, which then drops to the ground and scuttles around. after eating some nearby unessential machines to grow, it starts repairing something the Godmodder may find Quite annoying. not only that, but it has instructions to, once the first [you-figure-it-out] is 25% repaired, start building new ones... and it gets better at its task over time due to increased experience! truly, a wonder of modern engineering. also, the sphere won't activate the thing it's making unless A) I order it or B) the expected effectiveness of its project is set on a course to decrease (IE, existing repaired things being destroyed, targets leaving the area).

note that The Godmodder is not privy to discord, and so doesn't have the context to really know what I mean.

Cult of cube vote agreed with TOG.

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You wonder what "you figure it out" is. Potentially, it's some all-powerful deity that would steal your lifespan if you gave it anything. Probably best not to mess with "you figure it out".

The User's appearance glitches as his avatar becomes mortally wounded - even coming close to dropping his IPad in the process. He winces as his avatar dissipates into the code that made it up, but then... he decides to make up for it, and throws the medium that"s shown through the literal 4th wall.

Kyleruler has been Slain. The User, though...

WARNING - AVATAR CONNECTION DEVICE DESTROYED.
APPROXIMATION TO DISCONNECTION - 1 ROUND.

Breaking the 4th wall yet further, the User establishes a direct connection. The Godmodder and remaining entities can see a young-ish looking teen standing in what appears to be jeans and a Star Wars tee. His eyes glow green in this world, and although he's still extremely unstable due to the lack of a avatar, glitching left and right, he doesn't care.

He just wants to give who's left in the HEXAGONAFIELD a fighting chance.

All CP + Action 1 - Fill the Spellblade to Max Charge.
Spellblade - [||||||||||] MAX CHARGE - 10/10

Mortal Actions -
Picking up the Spellblade, the User wields it two handed, as opposed to his avatar's one handed grip - even grunting over its weight.
He's determined not to let that much stop him though, and starts running to the Godmodder full force.

"Godmodder! I may be dying, but I'm not going down without a fight!"

The Godmodder smirks. This kid thinks that he can stop him with some fancy blade?
He shoots a blast of Godmodding energy, hitting the User head on.

The User glitches right through it.

"That all you got? It'll take more than that to stop me!"

He finally approaches the Godmodder directly. Every soldier in the army starts firing at him, not wanting their leader to get hurt. That kid still doesn't care, and keeps going - knowing he'll die, but not caring. Every last attack glitches through him, but they're starting to have an effect.

The User is glitching more and more now. His steps are reduced to a simple 6 frame animation as he becomes more and more pixellated, and his form starts to disintegrate. Without a avatar to host his actions, he has no power here for an extended amount of time.

But that doesn't stop him. With the last of his power, despite the PG army's attempts, he slams the Spellblade directly into the Godmodder's skull at full force, causing it to explode as the magic imbued inside it is finally released.

As he becomes more and more ethereal, the boy smiles. Seeing the godmodder damaged by his strike was his goal and he succeded.

... "Hope...fully this.... helps. See... ya all... later.
...
Good luck."

The User's form finally disintegrates fully into a scattering of pixels before being scattered by the wind.

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The godmodder is too durable! It only deals 0.5 damage, which is rounded down to 0!

...EXCEPT! Since the Spellblade doubles all damage, its doubled to 1! The godmodder forgot!

But of course, he can still feed that HP right back from your soul.

Kyleruler has been slain!

+4 Current godmodder HP!

"....damn. That was... a lucky shot."

tCP: 26-17

20 ACTION FOCUS - RAISE THE WORLD: Using 20AP of my power, I summon a large army of random AG creations from the past. (the good ones! your call really, spawn what yah feel) They all spawn in at once, and the AG players are protected once more. Let's hope that's enough. "Jokes on you Godmodder. I've been saving my energy."

And...

9 ACTION + LIFE FOCUS - THE GOD-SLAYING SWORD: I'm going all IN.



Using my life force, I summon Monado III. I am doomed to die... but I'm dying anyways. MIGHT AS WELL DIE WITH A PASSION. Using Monado III, I give the Godmodder one final dance. "You know, I've always hated your guts. YOU DIE WITH ME!" I stab the sword right into him. "Finish the job... everyone..." I vanish into the ether... as I came.

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In a final burst of energy... you summon down everything you have! NEW ALLIES! Your mortal blast summons two AG entities from the past, here to lend assistance in your hour of need!

The godmodder is distracted with your Dance... but thanks to somebody else distracting the godmodder even more in the past (Hint: It was DragonofHope), you manage to slip your attack through! 1 damage to the godmodder!

But the godmodder takes your soul, in the end. It is inevitable.

GoldHero101 has been slain!

+1 Current Godmodder HP! +1 MAX Godmodder HP!

-snip-

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What? Is this a doublepost? I can't tell which one is the correct one... in any case, generally, I count the first posts by default. Make sure to edit your initial post out if you're going to make a totally new one.

Actions 1 and 2: As the Terminatorbot charges its attack, machinery whirrs to life. The Terminatorbot's attack is sent through an array of beam splitters. Each of the now tiny attacks are joined by beams from the machinery, then collected with reflectors and other devices into coherent beams. Each of these beams is then sent into a crystal. The crystal shudders, then cracks -- and a terrifyingly powerful beam of miscellaneous particles extends from the end of it, straight at the Godmodder's army. (The Terminatorbot's next attack is being enhanced with the ability to do overflow damage and ignoring attack redirection, in that order.)
Action 3 waived to charging.
3 --> 4 CP.

Would someone help me enhance the Terminatorbot so it will do overflow damage and ignore attack redirectors?

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You're mortally wounded! ALL YOUR POWER goes into this!

The Terminatorbot's attack will overflow a significant amount, probably at least several million damage, into a random other [PG] entity! The Terminatorbot is more than grateful. It vows not to waste this sacrifice!

Cephalos Jr. Has been slain!

+4 Current HP to the godmodder!

You use your last bit of power to do ULTIMATE MORTAL CHARGING! ...But it's completely useless, because you're now too dead to use the CP!

(1x) i stauch the flow of blood with some super-bandages and Medi-gel before continuing with the rest of my actions
(2x)I enhance The Terminatorbot with Unbending Focus,such that it cannot be redirected by attack redirectors as i write out a message to the Multiverse regarding our Fight

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It's too late... a mortally wounded Player may not heal themselves. It is unfortunately the reality.

However... your action is effective. The Terminatorbot receives your full power! It will not, absolutely will not, be prevented from killing a second target - by ANYTHING! The Terminatorbot will slay Latula PLUS some other thing!

But in exchange... it takes all you have.

Paradoxdragonpaci has been slain.

+2 Current HP to the godmodder!

ES ignores Winkins' desperate heal, since that healing needs to go to Crusher instead of him, and he can probably only heal 3 instead of 4 with his heal. He will instead perform a final sacrifice. Normally, he'd avoid death at all costs, but something is telling him that this won't be the end of him.

MORTAL FOCUS - ONLY A MASTER OF EVIL

Transmuting into lightning, he skitters over to the Level 230 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier, reforming into flesh on arrival. He lunged forward with his sword and was parried by the Level 230 soldier. Retaliation was swift and overwhelmingly brutal, but expertly dodged by another transformation into lightning.

The First Law of Thermodynamics: Energy cannot be Created nor Destroyed.

In a jarring bolt, ES showed up behind him and attacked again, only for the Level 200 "Back-Block" skill to trigger automatically and counter in full, ensuring he did no damage. Another lightning transition to a further away location, and the Player was then met with a barrage of rockets, bullets, and lasers, that were harmlessly deflected or detonated on an an energy barrier.

"Level 230? Pft, gimme a break. Level 23, maybe."

Taking a step forward, the Soldier launched a furious barrage of melee attacks in an attempt to get his prey, but each was easily dodged as ES used temporal acceleration, leaving a shifting trail of afterimages as he slid between the gaps in the attacks.

"My mistake. What I meant to say was Level 2.3, forgot the decimal."

A column of light descended on ES, and in a flash that same column reopened on the other end of the shattered hallway, in the middle of the PG forces. He slicked his hair back and adopted a yet wider smirk.

"C'mon, step it up! You really telling me this is the best you can do?"

For what seemed like an eternity, but with the various time acceleration spells and technologies present may have only been a few seconds, the masterful but crippled player weaved his way through the enemy's attacks, infuriating them more and more with this and just their general attitude. God, this guy was an asshole and a half. Explosives, traps, replication, all manner of melee weapons, martial arts both conventional and energy shooting, demon and 4th dimensional gobblebeast summoning, guns, more guns, even more guns, terrible poetry, nothing stuck. It was like trying to fight the bloody boss!

Still, in the end, the fact he was Mortally Wounded ensured that ES couldn't keep this up perpetually, and he finally came to a stop, the most elite of the Elite Soldiers towering over him. He was now solemn, and held his blade straight up in front of him. "Strike me down, and I shall become more powerful than you can possibly-"

He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence. Fed up with him, the Mythic-Tier Soldier fired everything they had at the indoors-sunglasses wearing figures before they could finish. However, he instantaneously vanished, leaving behind only the sword and a jacket, as well as a falling note. He had passed on, the energy expenditure being too great to keep his wounded form around any longer. The Soldier read the note instantly with its enhanced perception, and it said "Thanks for the help, sucker."

He quickly realized four very important things.

1. Before, all his attempts at taking down ES had been fluff attacks, not actual attacks.
2. ES had delayed so long that it was now the Entity phase.
3. He'd just fired off all four of his actual attacks.
4. The entire contingent of Soul Razer forces had been standing immediately behind ES.

Yes, the Elite Dropship, Medic Unit, Anti-Player Movable Auto-Turrets, and Swarm Soldiers. And his attacks would slam straight into them. The Swarm Soldiers had just about enough units to survive the terrible onslaught, but the other SR forces had no such luck. The damage was catastrophic.

And from beyond the veil came an immense feeling of smugness. And a seconding of the suggestion that the Terminatorbot should target Latula with its parting shot.

EternalStruggle has Died

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The Swarm Soldiers, Elite Dropship, and 1 Suppression Tank are dead! The godmod wall soldier has taken serious damage! The Elite Godmod Soldier sits down, clutching his face... what has he DONE!?

Eternalstruggle is slain!

+1 Current HP to the godmodder! +10 New random Godmodder elemental immunities!

The Godmodder smiles. That's his favorite buff!

I challange the godmodder to a shadow game (yu-gi-oh anime stuff) he almost beats me but and the special energy link rule causes me to lose strength as he destroys my monsters however the last turn befor he beats me I draw the last piece of exodia and win thus banishing him to the shadow realm. but I collapse and die immeadeatlly afterwards due to losing so much energy in the duel.

the godmodder has been banished to the shadow realm

Algot has Died

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The godmodder immediately exits the Shadow Realm. He owns the place, after all.

...In the process, he finds that, rather aggravatingly, he took 1 damage. But why? It was just a silly Yu-Gi-Oh duel...

Algot has been slain!

+2 Current HP to the godmodder!

Artifact Case D: Crossword

Trivia Question: The Bank of Actions has never had a location or sub-location where the Bank of Actions has never had a location or sub-location.


FOCUS (3 actions)

A Tornado
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Hmm, the swarm soldiers. They are quite altogether inconveniently positioned. Time to deal with them, or at least ensure less of them are in my way when it comes time to Mortal Blast.

All I can influence right now is the Swarm Soliders, due to their ability. Very well then. I shall influence a billionfold portions of Swarm Soldier. Not 1000000000 Swarm Solider, of course (that would be dumb). 1000000000 specks of a already-killed Swarm Solider

1000000000 specks of a already-killed Swarm Solider, at SUFFICENT VELOCITY

For a few seconds, all the battlefield seems choked with dust. Then that dust streams through the air, taking the form of coils within coils within coils. All blurs faster and faster, creating a light breeze throughout the area not through mere aerodynamic interactions (that would be inefficient), but by dint of Law of Sympathy reactions between the psuedo-air throughout the void between universes, and the maelstrom that hangs above us all.

Then it speeds up, and the specks within break into dust.

Then the dust breaks, then that which remains breaks, lighting the battlefield with the shattering of atoms.

Faster yet.

Those few laws of space and time that hold true even here buckle beneath the extremity of the speeds involved.

Faster yet.

The breeze mentioned earlier (from the Law of Sympathy) turns into a gale.

Faster yet.

Within the coils, Space loses relevance.

Faster yet.

Within the coils, Time gives up.

Faster yet.

this is getting rediculous.​

Faster yet

i give up what are you doing​

Then I demonstrate my knowledge of a notable piece of Discworldian witchery: transferral.

The dust above me ceases it's movement.

a TORNADO springs up, evenly distributing the Swarm Soldiers to different instances of the Wonderful Land of OZ. (betcha weren't expecting that)

OOC: Stunning all Swarm Soldiers for a while, and maybe even a Level 130 Soldier

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"INCORRECT! Reason: Don't be a dummy!"

Rather aggravatingly, the Swarm Soldiers are all already dead, from a variety of causes. This is so aggravating, not one but TWO of the Elite Godmod Mythic-Tier Soldiers decide to spend their turn comforting you and trying to calm you down. instead of doing anything bad.

Focus X3 + 7 CP:

I create a literal ton of action shields, and give them to myself. All of my CP dedicated to this. This is it. Mostly...



Hello PG Entities. This is what I will do for my next action next turn.

A MORTAL BLAST. You might be a little scared, but don't worry, it probably isn't going to be targeted at you.

Its going to be targeted at all of your friends, your nation, your people. They will burn. Godmodder, dedicated on his charge, can't stop me without giving us another turn to absolutely annihilate everything you have. You won't be able to see what we can do with an extra turn, trust me. You wouldn't live to see it. All of the Godmodder's invasions will be fully pushed back, even if you live, the resistance that comes after us will finish our fight.

Don't worry, there is a solution. Me. The other players won't be fools like me, and waste their lives, and the rest of their power on a mortal blast dedicated to wiping out the Godmodder's nation.

Even if for some reason, you somehow don't care, the Godmodder does. I will destroy your nation, Godmodder. Your nations is already in crumbles after Piono, you do you want to risk another player's mortal attack, solely dedicated to destroying your nation? Piono's wasn't even fully targeted it at, and did massive damage. They won't stand a chance, and you are helpless to stop it. Your stuck charging your little charge to kill us all, but that will be one turn too late, assuming you don't want to delay by another turn.

Lets face it Godmodder, we are playing a game of chess. Your king is your nation. You can't move it out of the way. Be logical for a second, you emotionally driven fool. You have to kill me.

You all have to target and kill me. There is no other option. Even if you realize my Void Vest will get me out of the way, It will only get me out of the way.

In fact, if that is somehow going to make you not target me, I'll just disable it anyways. It doesn't matter. You HAVE to stop me, Cowardmodder.

((OOC: Forced PG everything on the field, via entities, Godmodder orders, or anything of the sort, to attack me instead of other players))

Request: Terminatorbot, please kill Latula. She could screw up all of our plans, and has 100 attack shields, so by doing this you effectively become worth 100 CP worth of attacks, like a cool Pionoplayer smash attack. Latula is the head of the person who started this all in the first place! Take her out, for vengeance.

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The godmodder's forces prepare to shoot you down. This is it.

The lights on your Void Vest blink out. It won't save you. The Godmodder's influence beats it - easily.

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NOT THE GODMODDER'S:

The Terminatorbot focuses... and... FIRES! The blast slams into Latula, pierces through, and continues on straight into the Level 230 Elite Soldier Myth-Tier! Both are obliterated! The Terminatorbot, the last of its energy spent, collapses into dust...

Latula lies on the ground, as they fade away. To give an entity the ability to speak is cruelty. Its death will only be made all the sadder.

Latula: ...Could I have... done... anything... differently...?

Latula: ...

Latula is gone. The Godmodder grimaces.

The Godmodder: Now I can't call upon her later.

The Godmodder: ...I suppose it's a little thing in the long run.

The 2 new arrival entities flex their arms and prepare to strike. Last Ditch and Slime are revived entities from the past, here to assist! Tell them what to do, and they'll do it!

The Elite Archangel moves to join them. He readies his ultimate attack. His death is assured, but... he has one more turn before then to unleash his wrath upon the godmodder's forces.

The Horseman of War, grateful to the AGs, grants them another buff! All Players will again have x3 attack this turn!

THE GODMODDER:

The godmodder's only damage-dealing forces left are the regular Elite Mythic-Tier soldiers! ...So, they STRIKE! Directly at RedRover! RedRover is cut into again and again... but he endures it! He endures it until the soldiers have used every last attack for the turn! And then, only then, when he knows his allies are safe... he collapses.

RedRover has been slain!

+3 Current HP to the godmodder! +14% more godmodder maximum attack damage!

The Suppression Tank shoots the Archangel, ensuring Player Invulnerability doesn't return!

Next, Latula's reinforcements arrive. However... most of them are only minor soldiers! A few hundred HP each, with a number of few-thousand-HP "elites" mixed in... there are however, MANY thousands of soldiers altogether. They've formed a ring around your position.

The Godmodder: Right... soldiers. Prepare to clean up the mess.

The Godmodder is almost done charging his ULTIMATE NOSCOPE 360 HEADSHOT! This is your absolute LAST chance to strike!

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THE BANK OF ACTIONS:

[AG]PLAYERS: (!CURRENTLY VULNERABLE!)
MooGoestheCow
That-Random-Guy
Arsenical (2 posts in debt!)
Ranger_Strider_
Crusher48(Critically wounded!)
Dragon of Hope?!?
General_Urist
[N]That(Other)OtherGuy
Bill Nye
Krill13
Trifling Epithet
[N]Evonix
The_Nonexistent_Tazz
[N+2]JoeBOB(Critically wounded!)
[N+2]Winkins
MooGoestheCow
Eevee Shadow Bacon
Evonix

[V]Horseman of War: 7,200,000/7,500,000 HP, Attackbuff! x 4A (Granting x3 damage to all AG Players!)

[AG - Nevil]Last Ditch: 70,000/70,000 HP, 10% chance of Instant-kill!A (can't attack bosses)

[AG - Ghast]Slime: 140,000/140,000 HP (absorbs all damage as healing)(dies when reaches 500,000 HP)

[AG]Elite Archangel: 777,777/777,777 HP, 77,777 x 7A, Special: Resurrect: 0/7 (suppressed - doesn't count towards Player invulnerability for 2 more turns!)

[PG]Godmodder Wall Soldier: 9,700,000/10,000,000 HP (miniboss)

[PG]Drakken Laser Drill: 700,000/1,000,000 HP (prepping to blast open exit forcefield)(5% dodge rate)(regenerating +50,000 HP/turn)(protected from 5 attack)(1 attack redirector)

[PG]Suppression Tank: 200,000/500,000 HP, Suppress!A (suppresses an enemy, making them not count for Player Invulnerability purposes)

[PG]Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 2,800,000/3,400,000 HP, 400,000 x 3A
[PG]Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 2,800,000/3,400,000 HP, 400,000 x 3A
[PG]Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 2,800,000/3,400,000 HP, 400,000 x 3A

[PG]The Godmodder: 258/301 HP (Charging Ultimate NoScope 360 Headshot, done in 1!)

[N]Artifact Case D: C _ O _ _ W O R _ (Epic-level item inside!)
[N]Artifact Case F: Trivia Question: Name one location the Bank of Actions has never had a location or sub-location at.

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Player info:

Spoiler

MooGoestheCow - CP: 0 (protected from 1 attack)
That-Random-Guy - CP: 0(Echolocation)(protected from 1 attack)(King of the Hill - x2 actions, takes x2 damage!)
Arsenical - CP: 5(2 posts in debt!)
Ranger_Strider_ - CP: 0
Crusher48 - CP: 4(Has Bost stone, Tactician Soul in a Bottle, 2 Boost Stones, Scanner Cannon)
Dragon of Hope?!? - CP: 6(Espionage ghost)(Excalibur - 6 Power)
General_Urist - CP: 3 (Shotgun of Dope - 2 power left, attack debuffs whoever it hits)
[N]That(Other)OtherGuy - CP: 0(+10,000 HP sword, Old Control Panel(red, blue, green buttons), Delicious cake, Shocking Shieldrazer(20 1-damage attacks, 1 use))
Bill Nye - CP: 7 (has super sharp gold sword - 2 power left, burny iron sword - 2 power left, bow and arrow - 3 power)
Krill13 - CP: 8 (Has Eyowean Greatsword, 1 1-power uses left, Godmodder Protection Suit)
Trifling Epithet - CP: 12(Has Minor Enemy Healing Ticket, S. Generator (gives 18.5 + 1.5[updates since 103] shields when activated))
[N]Evonix - CP: 9(Has bee defense field, beenades, Bee Relativity Pistol)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz - CP: 0
[N+2]JoeBOB - CP: 0(Cult of the Cube)
[N+2]Winkins - CP: 0
MooGoestheCow - CP: 0
Eevee Shadow Bacon - CP: 0
Evonix - CP: 6(Has bee defense field, beenades, Bee Relativity Pistol)

The next update will probably come sooner rather than later. With all these dead Players unable to post, the updates are easy to make!

 

[Moniker]

FINAL ACTION: I use everything left in my inventory, except the Bost Stone, to create the Ultimate Paradox Bomb, Bites the Paradox, which is placed on top of the Vault. When any action would open the vault, access the spectacles, or attempt to disarm or bypass the bomb in any way, the bomb triggers, creating an Entropic Paradox and then rolling back time to when it was deployed. However, when time is rolled back in this way, the Entropic Paradox that was rolled will carry back. Thus, as the Godmodder continues to attempt to get into the Vault, more and more Entropic Paradoxes will occur, until he's eventually facing hundreds of Paradoxes and will have no choice but to fall back. There is no way to get into the Vault against this, and it will instantly trigger a rollback along with an extra Paradox. Even I can't disable it, and the Temporal Guardians will just make it worse if they try.

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No way to get into the vault against this? So it makes it impossible to get into the vault... that sounds super OP! The godmodder will just ignore it.

Why is a lot of my cp gone? I had around 17 before, and just charged 1.

I use all of my actions, as well as all of my life, to put the Godmodder into a pocket dimension, that I then collapse, destroying everything inside.

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Right now, most of your CP is in the DEATH Stasis Pod. Also, your charge last turn didn't go through because of the godmodder's screeching.

But that doesn't matter! Because you use ALL YOUR LIFE to put the godmodder inside a SELF-DESTRUCTING POCKET DIMENSION! At the last moment, the godmodder manages to switch himself out with one of his Elite Mythic-Tier Soldiers, who dies in the void of the self-destructing pocket dimension! Lost forever...

DragonofHope has been slain!

+2 Current HP to the godmodder!

Spoiler

Severed hand, Soulflayer hand, Shocking Shieldrazer
Voodoo Doll, HP^Sword, Old Control Panel (RGB buttons)

Spoiler

The Third Eye grants 2 abilities: Seen Through Their Eyes and Cut Through the Lies.
Seen Through Their Eyes allows you to select 2 people, Person A and Person B. Person A is the "giver", and his memories will be searched for whatever you want to see, from their perspective. Person B is the "recipient", and they will see the memories. Neither person can be yourself, and its entirely possible for one or the other of the two selected to dodge/run away and get out of it - you'll almost definitely need to hold them in place.
Meanwhile, Cut Through The Lies can detect if a statement is a lie or true - "technically" false of true rules apply. It also detects entire statements, rather than specific pieces of a statement. It isn't very advanced. It also needs to be "primed" before usage (EX: Ask an NPC a question, then state in your post that you "Cut Through the Lies" on their response.).

Debt:
Karp: 3
JOE: 7

I point out that the Drakken Laser Drill is huge, slow, unmoving, and now glued to the floor with a big red Target sign on it thanks to me. Dodge reduced probably to 0.

Ugh. What a waste of a perfectly good gun. Only 6 shields. Whatever.
I use the Shocking Shieldrazer to absolutely obliterate the Drakken Laser Drill's shields and redirector (and also do about 14 damage total. Magical.)


I flip the Godmodder the bird. The bird, while flipping, does a majestic pirouette at such a high speed that it creates a vortex across time and space, summoning the banner ad for DLE's second act: of [thyme] and [ ]. The canon welding with DLE is bad enough. Worse still, the welder itself just so happens to be firing directly into the Godmodder's liver, via 7th dimensional space-shenanigans.
Then the bird lands in the Godmodder.
Not on.
In.
The little mechanical drinky bird thing (you know the one) bends and drink some of the Godmodder's brain juices.
It un-dips.
It dips again.
It undips.
And so on, and so forth until somehow, the Godmodder's brain dries up and dies.
The Godmodder survives dying, of course, because he's the Godmodder, but he does not survive unharmed.

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Sippy birds! THE HORROR! 1 damage to the godmodder!

... sorry if I am a little less enthusiastic this time around. something bad happened to me emotionally so I apologize.

Action 1-3: so... this is how it ends huh. never thought I will die like this... this is it... I feel like I may lose. hell, I AM going to lose... nothing I do is going to do anything... I fall on my knees. I lone tear runs down my cheek. I wait for the upcoming demise...

but... something is keeping me going. Something is telling me to never give up. and I know who it is. It's my Determination. I have a conversation with it:

"I can't do it. He will kill me. I am afraid..."
"You have to keep going! it's for the sake of everyone!"
"But the Godmodder is going to insta-kill everyone any minute now..."
"While that may be true. There is one thing you can do."
"and what's that?"
"... Showing them what you got!"


MORTAL BLAST!: DETERMINATION


My eyes start to glow bright red. I start to float up into the sky. I bring out all of my weapons. I no longer feel like in control. I don't feel anything, I don't FEAR anything. I speak,

"THIS IS FOR EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING IN THIS EXISTENCE!!"

I rush over to the Drakken Laser Drill and smirk. My swords burn with so much power. It slashes at it, then finally merging into a giant sword and stabbing right through the generator. Next, my bow and arrow. I fire my bow more times than I can count at the enemy which then finally ending with a ginormous arrow hitting it causing a massive explosion. Lastly, My fist and kicks. I put on (anti-laser drill) gauntlets and (anti-laser drill) boots and I kick and punch the crap out of the enemy. I start to feel weak, I am losing power. But I give it my all. after a fury of blows, I perform the final smash of a MEGA-TON PUNCH and a DRAGON KICK.

after all is said and done. I fall on the floor gasping for air. My determination talks to me,

"You did it! you may done a little damage to it but you did it!"
"yeah but I am going to die..."
"don't worry. I have a feeling you are going to be brought back..."
"you sure? also, when could you talk?"
"Yes, I am sure. As to answer your second question, I will tell you when this thing blows over. But for now, rest. you did well."

I draw my final breath. I go limp.

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OOC: Good luck with whatever's happening, Bill Nye.

TOG having removed the attack shields, you put ALL YOUR POWER into destroying the Drakken Laser Drill! The Godmodder, too fast for anyone to even see, concentrates and puts up a barrier - but, against your power, it only blocks some of the damage! 500,000 damage to the Drakken Laser Drill! One more good hit will destroy it!

Bill Nye has been slain!

+1 Current HP to the godmodder!

+15% godmodder maximum attack damage!

It's over. the Godmodder's ready to kill us. but he can't kill our legacys, can he? not as easily as the person, at any rate. and yet the fragility of the person leaves much to be desired...

my body is still sitting there, in a pool of my own innards. but mortal actions mean the energy spent keeping me alive(???) goes into other things.
so the body stands up. the broken legs hold it up, and it looks at the Godmodder.
pauses.
blinks.
pauses again.
and then begins to slowly, painfully, shift its mouth into the crude shape of a smile.
well, more of a grimace.
fat and muscle seem to be slowly draining away from the body, and face.
behind remains only skin and bone.
sunken eyes, a skull-like face. it seems maintaining the players body included maintaining muscles and stuff...?
the form then half-collapses, slumped but still standing, a grim smile still upon their face.
well that was anti-climactic, aye?
well, let's get on to better and more important things, yeah? this action's basically a joGurgle
with a gurgle, then a loud splash, a mass of something dark and purple launches itself out of the living corpse's mouth.
the force of this pushes the corpse over, onto its back, with a squelch.
the purple mass shivers, and rolls its way back, back toward the still-living corpse that vomited it up.
the mass arrives, unnoticed in the crossfire.
the corpse is still living, but now conserves its energy, perhaps in hopes of destroying the purple thing. being mortally wounded doesn't really help with maintaining logical thought or following through on precommitments.
but it's too slow, its sense of time distorted. the purple blob arrives it, and before it can react, rushes through the corpse's skull, through the eyes and the mouth, leaving behind voids.
moments tick past, the battle moving on without them.
the living corpse loses this fight,and thin purple threads, fibers and strings snake out, covering the outside and likely also the inside of this structure (What little inside the corpse has, at any rate).
the threads skitter, and find purchase on the somehow already-rotting flesh, and it pulls itself up.
the eyes are now hollow holes, dark purple. the mouth, a gaping void.
in the eyes quickly grow twin pods of purple fiber, which then turn into shining pink spheres, almost glassy-looking.
Tainted Player created. it quickly places the original indestructible shard of the taint into its pocket... which somehow transfers it back into wherever it was before this. don't question, please. it'll be faster that way, and you seem to want this to be over soon, given the skeledop you tried to pull.
purple drops of mucous drip out of their gaping maw, and then there is a screech, the figure asserting its existance, or maybe just testing its vocal cords.
it doesn't do anything else, though, and is so ignored for another minute, the purple heart of the taint within it pulsing, glowing, brightenning, compressing, dimming, brightening further...
it screeches again, and this time does something. it blasts into the air, bright yellow-white trails of light behind it,a flickering harness on its torso. outside the range of whatever's supressing dimensional transport, it levitates in place.
the tainted player stabs an arm into its own stomach, tearing what flesh remained, and pulls out three glowing bulbs with many leaves attached. it tosses them away, and they slowly float down, but only slowly. the bulbs swell, and become rifts into other planets.
on the world of Exilair, its slaverbots compounds already pulverized by earthquakes, almost a third of this tainted beings mass shoots out. picking an unused portion of the planet, perhaps a salt mine where the slaverbots and slaves both died, or the slaves were sleeping... somewhere the good guys won't miss, at any rate, the blob lands, in a shaded crevice. and, as taint is wont to do, it begins to spread. first, it fills the caves. unseen cracks, and such. then, it creates another spot directly opposite it on the planet... tainted land is a fully vertical infinite height stack, after all. that tainted spot expands, distracting forces while this taint expands itself more, everywhere in its section. it breaks into salt mine 616753, the one it arrives near. the slaves are freed. the sickly or excessively injured probably wouldn't survive anyway, and are consumed, becoming full-health Tainted Miners. the others storm out, aided it by taint harming the robots. once beaten into scrap, each robot is taken control of... this variety of taint is designed to manipulate machines, you see, in addition to biology. it comes at the cost of reduced magical capabilities, but there's none to be found on Exlair, and these robots will serve to expand it further away without leaving clear lines of taint to its heart.

In the Distant necromantic study, in the world with the Telhaki Elves, a place now devoid of Godmodder influence, for a time at least, a different blob of taint lands. it immediately swells to many times the size. yes, the magical runoff here is exquisite. taint, you see, is normally formed by overloading a world with unstable magic, the runoff of inefficient experiments, and so on. the harm to the worlds aura manifests in taint. this taint blob has heightened magical abilities, at the cost of reduced ability to infect higher lifeforms,like the elves. their world will look strange, after it's done, but they'll be fine... on the other hand, waste will no longer be wasted, and the taint is smart. it will play in give and take,helping and being helped. the taint swells more and more as it finds more leftovers from the massive spell, and overtakes this world. the elves worry for a time, but the Godmodder is a large threat, and they need every advantage they can get- like the very ground attacking his troops, or all animals gaining power and an intense distaste for Godmodder forces, or the trees ceasing to burn in flames.

In arctic reposition station #5082, another blob lands. the taint here has the abilities of both the others, though it took more energy to create as a result. the prisoners are long gone, but the taint quickly infests their room. then, the nearby corridor. then, it begins to find bodies. corpses of the soulrazer troops guarding it, some still holding rifles. it takes hold of them, puppeting their bodies. first, the bodies explore, finding ruined technology, lifters, generators, mech suits, mostly not mech suits, and then... jackpot. it finds a boat, or a plane, or a spaceshit. a method of high-speed travel. each puppet gets one, until they're all gone. the spaceships are infested with taint, and do not report to the godmodder's servers. nobody notices as, in the ruined and smouldering station, there's a short flurry of activity as the taint spreads. if spaceships, to other planets. abandoned ones, preferably. otherwise, other landmasses, and facilities are scouted. when one is found, the taint will amass its forces, creating what it can without a base- tainticles on structures and tainted goo are mostly its limit, though wood is relatively easy to find, and allows for continual creation of tainted spores... anyway, it spreads until spaceships, then abandoned planets. the taint will become a force to be reckoned with... and the tainted figure, still with some mass, snaps shut the portals and sends them flying downwards at the field. they all miss uh latula or something, but they look like they could of hit. muddying the trail, you know. to muddy it further, the tainted figure(s remains) makes a big show of trying to retrieve some old entity... like examon or something.... from the eternal stasis machine. this obviously fails because not even godmodder can dewit. but they don't really try... their power is spent by now, and the fall down, down, down to the floor of purgatory... and even getting in someones way is not granted to them, the tainted being getting blown off course and out of the way to a remote corner of purgatory by a gust of unlucky wind.
in the wake of Piono's attack, and whatever else other people do, a single extra facility shutting down, some oddly-colored spots from satellites... these things won't be noticed for a while. the world of the telhaki is free of [PG] influence for now, and so unsupervised. and who cares about what happens to the mostly broken-down facilities of Exilair? or some random planets with ancient ruins? nobody. there's more important things to worry about, divine smiting and ghouls and hellpits and mechanical failure and the charmzard glotching.


Summarized: I mek taint. 3 type of taint apear in 3 places in godmoder empyre. this taint spread and be intelegent. by time godmoder is notice, it much bigger. trick w/ mised atk

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Taint is now spreading through the godmodder's empire. You do hope this won't end up making the regions impossible to reclaim later.

JOEbob has been slain!

+2 Current HP to the godmodder!
-5 actions of debt owed to JOEbob by the godmodder!

The Godmodder: Ah, yes. I am now debt-free.

The Godmodder: I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders.

The Godmodder: It's a pity none of the rest of you will get to feel like that. Since you won't live long enough to pay off your student loans.

This is our last hurrah eh?.... I 'll strike to assist in freeing captives or slaves throughout his empire..... And perhaps a little more. Gotta expand Piono's legacy, no?
FOCUS!
Let Freedom Reign!
I reach into my chest, pull out my heart, and crush it. I point at the sky.
Let my words be heard from the glory of heaven to the fires of hell and everywhere in between!
Let freedom reign! Let it reign across dimensions, from gods to devils, from champions to slaves.

Minor gods: Are you content just hiding away like cowards, waiting until the Godmodder comes for you? Is that the kind of life you wish to live? I say fight! Join with your fellow gods, with Players, and with all races across the universe to fight him. Even now he hunts you like animals. Together we have hope/

Devils: Fight! If not for freedom than your own selfish greed. If the Godmodder eliminates the gods and the Players, and enslaves the entire universe, what would you do? No souls would go to Hell, they would all just become the Godmodder's servants and slaves. None would even make a deal with you, Lucifer. So I say fight! Fight for your greed and selfish wants.

Champions: You are the strong. You either work for him willingly for the glory of battle, or are forced. But what glory is there in these battles? Of enslaving people who can hardly fight back, and crushing those who can't defend themselves? There is none. So Fight! Fight for the oppressed, the lowly and the weak. The Godmodder is the ultimate tyrant: who better to fight?

Slaves: You are the lowly ones. The weak and oppressed. But you have value. The Godmodder and his allies are few compared to all of you together! Steal from his grasp your freedom, save your homes, take your lives back! Weaken his tools, break his weapons, rip and tear for every last inch!

To all others: Rally together. Prepare for war. If we do not stand united now, he will just pick us off one by one, until you are the only one left, so... Join the fight!

Men here! Give the Godmodder hell for me! Archangel and Horseman of War! This is our last stand, but it need not be yours! Escape to your factions, and prepare to fight! I crumple over, dead by my own mortal strike.

tldr: Sent a message across the multiverse. Was psychic, shattered mental blocks and GM controls. Attempted to inspire and rally the people, building off of Piono's blaze of glory.

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Your message goes through the multiple planes of existence. All who hear it are inspired. Everyone who has suffered from the godmodder's reign hears it. And especially the demons hear it.

You don't know who was inspired. You don't know how many will actually do anything.

But surely, somebody will do something.

Ranger_Strider has been slain!

+3 Current HP to the godmodder!

Spoiler

Severed hand, Soulflayer hand, Voodoo Doll, HP^Sword, Old Control Panel (RGB buttons)

Spoiler

The Third Eye grants 2 abilities: Seen Through Their Eyes and Cut Through the Lies.
Seen Through Their Eyes allows you to select 2 people, Person A and Person B. Person A is the "giver", and his memories will be searched for whatever you want to see, from their perspective. Person B is the "recipient", and they will see the memories. Neither person can be yourself, and its entirely possible for one or the other of the two selected to dodge/run away and get out of it - you'll almost definitely need to hold them in place.
Meanwhile, Cut Through The Lies can detect if a statement is a lie or true - "technically" false of true rules apply. It also detects entire statements, rather than specific pieces of a statement. It isn't very advanced. It also needs to be "primed" before usage (EX: Ask an NPC a question, then state in your post that you "Cut Through the Lies" on their response.).

Debt:
Karp: 3
JOE: 7

The last Ditch truly is our final hope. Time to give it the best shot conceivable.
I give the last ditch several superior scopes, each one hand crafted by priests of the highest order of the highest orders of the highest of civilizations. As you might guess, they are all high when crafting them.
I once took superman to the frigid planet of Iceworld, and ask him to use his laser vision. On iceworld, the temperature is so far *below* absolute zero that physics ceases all movement. Physics, in fact, died long ago in the great war against the frost demons on Iceworld. Frostbite is a real jerk.
Under these supernaturally cold conditions, even lasers freeze (making warfare very difficult). Superman's laser vision froze solid. I took his crystallized ocular beams and thanked Superman for his work. Unfortunately, he was already dead at the time.
Behold. Literal laser-sight. Crystallized. I hand them to the Last Ditch.
I once visited an alternate universe where the tank was named the barrel, by the British instead of the Americans. Interesting Etymology, tank. Look it up some time. Anyways, I used my natural affinity with a specific species of tank (barrel, there) to commune with the TOGOD, who provided me with a TOG CDXIII: the worlds longest tank (barrel). Longer, even, than the legendarily long TOG XLII. And that one was XL.
I provide this incredibly long barrel to the Last Ditch.
I take out my DrizzleFur'Shizzle brand MAXIMUM LUCK d20s. Dice which, thanks to the proper application of several portents, air benders, vacuum chambers and ducks, have never rolled a single natural 20 in their lifetime. In fact, this has caused them to have had all their natural 1s through 19s rolled out, meaning that they can now only roll 20s as per the ancient DnD magics that the dice function on.
I give the MAXIMUM ROLL D20s to the Last Ditch.
I toss several billion bottles o' exp at the Last Ditch, who spends all the levels earned in the Rogue class for maximum critical murderage.
I stick my voodoo doll right in front of the the world's longest barrel. When the Ditch attacks, I'll be instantly killed (in a manner that wont block the attack itself in any way, of course).
My mortal action will maximize the Last Ditch's instant kill chance for this one attack.
My second life will have been worth something.

"Please, Last Ditch. You *are* our last ditch attempt. And my final hope to be useful... to have actually helped, even if in some small, and probably insignificant way when compared to people like Piono or Carleah or whomever else. Please. Don't screw this up. I... don't want to die for nothing..."

I order beg the last ditch to attack the drakken laser drill, or if it has died already, the wall soldier or, if minibosses count as bosses for somehow, the strongest PG entity alive at the time.
Conditional entity orders work, right?

Anyways, with that done, I sit down and try and calm myself in preparation for death.
I don't calm down.
Fortunately, its over rather soon anyways.

Click to shrink...

Last Ditch's accuracy is upgraded! ...To 40%! It will target the toughest thing it can.

Dispite your memory I did the mana flowers while in limbo with the bank of actions, also I'm listed twice in the player stats? And you didn't list my new legindary weapon. Also I accidentally doubleposted because I thought the first one was lost. Meh on the mana flowers actually they ain't worth shit if I don't have the mana bees.

Click to shrink...

You... never got a legindary weapon? Unless you're counting the godsnakecorpse, in which case, its still there, its just unlisted.

Well, let's say you have the mana flowers, but they'll only appear again if they become relevant once you get the mana bees.

(Also, thanks for telling me about the double-listed Player list thing. I fixed it. Turns out MooGoestheCow actually had the same problem!)

[MORTAL ACTION]

"Operator... Unfortunately, it appears it is our time."

The girl looks up at the Godmodder.

"... Operator, I have defragged one final memory. Transmitting."

The girl blinks, turns to Omiglot, and-

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You wake up. You are in your bed, your room, your house, your street, your neighborhood, your city, your life.

You slam a hand down on the buzzer calling you to reality, hard. As much as you'd rather not. The date is September 18th, 2015. Nothing of note. No birthdays of anyone you know, no major holidays to observe, and its a weekday, though it is at least a friday. Nothing of importance, other than that.

You will yourself to leave the eternal comfort of the bed, warm and stifling as it is, and turn on the lamp to illuminate your room. Messy, messy, messy... You always say you'll clean it up, and you never do. Why bother? You know where everything is, anyways.

"LEEEEEEEAAH! Breakfast!" A voice calls from downstairs-hoarse, harsh, but maternal. You hear your name, and obey the call of what smells to be bacon, shifting through a closet full of clothes.

"DON'T FORGET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" The voice from below adds. Your face falls. The fire extinguisher. The voice is pyrophobic. Immensely so. Your father tried to put her in an asylum, or something, but beyond her immense inability to live in a house without a fire extinguisher on every person and in every room, she functions well and good, so that failed. You think that caused the divorce. That or her smoking. You like your father better, but you like your mother's cooking better.

"I'm coming!" You shout, putting on your school clothes. Red hoodie, because it would be cold. Blue jeans, because why not. Your shoes are still soaking after that dunk into the lake, yesterday, so you figure your hiking boots are sufficient, if altogether ulitarian. Then, the glasses-you need them to read, and textbooks don't unblur themselves for farsighted people. You finally snatch up the Fire Extinguisher-your mother would flip if you didn't have it on you, visibly. For whatever reason. She hasn't even taught you how to use it-she just wants it on your person so she can use it, in case of a fire. Thankfully, you've learned how to thwack rude dudes right and proper with it. You've never needed to actually use it for its indended purpose, though, so you've forcibly welded additional metal onto it, just to make it a better bludgeon, because that's all it's good for, just a stupid bludgeon. If you could use it to put out any fire, it'd be the burning trainwreck that is your life.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Your life is stupid.

Anything else...? Right. The gift from your father. It's one of the most important things in the world to you-the Technical Ring. You record epic moments, crazy stunts, and wild attacks with it, and then, after a lot of practice and a lot of bruises, you, slowly, replicate the movement for your own purposes. You've had a lot of crazy times escaping punks with super jumps straight out of kung-fu flicks, but your superior jumping skills are all you have to show for your work with this thing, for now. Still, you love it to death, and you've got a load of other things you'd like to learn. Someday. Sometime. Somewhere that isn't school.

Fully equipped and ready for the day, you figuratively burst down the door and head downstairs. Bacon, as advertised-and eggs coated in pepper. Standing over them, a woman, already prepared for the day in full business attire, a black suit sharp as a blade, a red-and-black tie yearning for the blood of competitor businesswomen, blonde hair tucked in a short bun, horned glasses softly glaring the features of a hopeless chain smoker, with a dull beige purse containing a Fire Extinguisher (among other, more sane items) dangling from her left shoulder. Your mother.

You dislike your mom for a lot of reasons, chain smoking and crazy-tier pyrophobia being two, but her cooking isn't one of the other reasons. "Morning, mom."

"Good morning, Leah... Fire Extinguisher, check. You didn't misplace the one in your room, right?" She asks.

"No, mom," you say, sitting down on the dining room table and immediately chowing down on your breakfast.

"Good, good, good," She says, rushing off. "Your bookbag's by the door, sweetie. I'm going to have to go to work early, so you can see yourself to the bus stop, right?" She says.

"Sure," you say, absentmindedly enjoying dead pig. You then slowly realize what that statement means. "Wait, what?"

"There's been an emergency of some kind, honey," She says. "Something nasty has cropped up, apparently."

"Something... Nasty?" You say, in a tone of delicious interest. Considering she said tornados were merely 'bad,' something nasty was either a failed attempt at learning slang or a very concerning matter, indeed. No-one argues the weather with a weatherperson.

"Yes... And confusing too, but basically, there's signs of a hurricane," she's said.

"Uhh, in the midwest?" You respond.

"That was my response," She replies. "They've checked and re-checked it, though, but as of the last hour my coworkers have been convinced that a hurricane is about to whirl on through. Not a tornado-a full-on class five hurricane. Of course, I'll just have to figure out which of those faulty machines is malfunctioning this time, and everything ought to sort itself out, but they're freaking out like headless chickens. My boss said they'd dock my pay if I didn't show up, so..."

"OK then," you reply, a noteworthy bitterness tainting your voice. "Have a nice day."

"You too, sweetie," she responds, walking out the door without further ado.

The bacon stops tasting so wonderfully bacon-y. Your mother drove you to the bus stop-for a reason. A very, very good reason...

You sigh. You carve through your plate, attacking the food like a soldier at war, as if every bite could be your last-and preparing for one hell of a chase. They would be all over you, and you would find one more reason to make sure you always get a good house in a good neighborhood over a good car. 'Intimidation factor' your butt. Thanks again, mom.

You don't bother trying to look subtle, once you're done. You wash your dish (mom would freak out if you didn't), down a glass of orange juice, wash that too, grab your backpack, and whip out your Fire Extinguisher, hungering for the screams of a dying fire but also willing to settle for the blood of crazy teenage hooligans. Maybe this time, your mom will realize she can't let you go alone, no matter what. 'A bit of a keruffle,' your butt.

You open the door with the spare house key, and make sure you put it back in that subtle, hand-sized black box behind the bush at the front of your house-its hiding place. You can't let that key leave the hiding place, or mom will freak out at you. Even if you didn't move it. Especially if you didn't. She assumes that you told someone, rather than someone finding out.

You are going to destroy her car one of these days, set fire to her house, and laugh at her face as child services takes you away to one of those criminal institutions. She'd be lingering with the shame of it for, like, a month. Maybe you'd go to jail for it. Maybe you'd meet your dad there, and it wouldn't be gender-separated. Maybe you'd be a stupid idiot to think that. As in, certainly. You cast a wary eye over the cracked pavement and the pale sidewalk, weeds marring every lawn that isn't your own, a broken neighborhood, a broken street, broken houses, broken families. Fitting that your mom would move here, rather than anywhere sane. The wind whips in your face as you pull up the hood-perhaps they wouldn't recognize you on the way over, think you're a boy? Heh, no. No way. Not with the Fire Extinguisher in your hands. 'Safety hazard' your butt.

You keep the Fire Extinguisher firmly in your hands as you walk along, careful to occasionally turn your head and make sure, absolutely, positively sure, that they are not following you, even as the wind lashes out, chilling you through your heavy clothes. You used to live somewhere warmer than this-somewhere nice, tropical, uptown, not down in the sticks. The midwest may not suck, but this place, it does. You may as well live in a trailer park-they'd be more open, at least. Here, on this street, people act like they're middle class and live like they're below the poverty line. Except you and your mom. And they know it.

Minutes pass with only the sound of your footsteps and the howl of the wind breaking the silence. Then, the sound of two more pairs of feet behind you, as sudden as a ghost. You turn your head, extinguisher ready-and sigh in relief.

"Leah! Damn. Mom's got her keister in a knot, or somethin'?" Says Margeret-a brunette with twirly hair and a large nose, taller than you by a few inches. Freckled, hazel-eyed, friendly, and clutching a book.

"Some kind of work emergency. They'd dock her pay if she didn't go," you say.

"That sucks," says Nicole. She almost looks like your twin, but she's a bit shorter than you, and by golly, she almost has this fey, inexplicable air about her. She always seems to glow, smile, no matter the situation. She keeps a hand tucked on a deck of cards-she's way too flexible with that thing. "...What's it about?"

"...Hurricane. In the midwest. Mom thinks its another machine error," you say.

"Well, windy enough for it!" Nicole chirps.

"Probably just a large tornado, while its in a thunderstorm. If it was a hurricane, we'd be on the east coast," Margeret replies, factual as ever.

"I know how hurricanes work, there isn't any way this is a hurricane," You say. "Heck, I don't even know if they should call it a hurricane or a typhoon, they usually do that by which coast you're on. But we're nowhere near either coast."

"Well, a tornado isn't really much better..." Margaret says, trailing off.

"You twats better run off, or we will bloody you!" Nicole says, turning around.

"What's it to you?"

A chill runs down your spine, and you whip your head around, making sure you're not being surrounded, before zoning in on the voice-yep. Him. A dark purple hoodie, black jeans, boots... You almost look like him, eugh! The creepy man approaches, your older male counterpart in appearance eyeing you up. Primal fear runs down your spine, even as Nicole and Margaret arrange themselves in your defense. A three-to-one, but the one is an adult. A dangerous adult.

"You's sneaking upon our fine friend here, that's what's it to us, pal!" Nicole says.

"Rather brash of you to assume," he says. You don't even know his name-you just call him the creep.

"G-g-get lost, creep!" You say.

"Oh, come on, one bad little trip and you keep thinking of me that way? We live on the same street block, you know. I know where you live and all, it's not even invasive," he says.

"And I know where you live! And I don't prowl around at six-thirty in the morning looking for one specific chick!" Nicole shouts.

"...Are you her twin?" The man says, looking between the two of you.

"...No." Nicole and you say.

"...Whatever. I'm just walking along. Quit sassing me," the creep says.

"You don't have any business going that direction, your work's blocked off." Nicole says.

The man's blue eyes close into a glare at Nicole. "Now... How'd you know that, little spy?"

"It's called, looking up assault charges in the last ten years, dummy." Nicole says. "Now, you gonna add to your criminal record, or are you going to scram?" She adds, aggressive.

The creep leers. "Stupid harpies..." He says, turning around.

"...Oh, thank god you two were here!" Leah says. "I was worried about him. He's been harassing me, and my mother. God knows why... How'd you know about the assault thing?" Leah says. "I never told you about him, at all."

"Luck. Concern. You tend to get into bad situations," Nicole says.

"I was just dragged along." Margaret adds. "Nicole, you've got to stop playing pretend superhero, sometimes. If he wanted a real fight he'd leave us bloody messes. And then he'd claim we started it."

"Like the law enforcement would believe a convicted criminal over the word of three beaten girls," Nicole says.

"I'm agreeing with Margaret, here," you say. "They're paid to get charges, not to chase justice."

"Awfully pessimistic of you," Nicole says. "Not like we'd have a choice if he really wanted to pick a bone with us, though, wouldn't it?"

A thought springs into your head, suddenly-doesn't he have a dog he usually walks? "Hey, wait, did either of you see a rottie walking around with him?"

"Uh, no?" Nicole says.

"Yep." Margaret says, pointing behind you.

You swivel your head just in time for the dog to try to bite at you-reality simmers as the world ebbs and flows into a distorted alternate dimension-
​

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, SHOWTIME!

ROLECALL:
Nicole (16 AGI) (26/26 HP) (18/18 TP)
Leah (14 AGI) (31/31 HP) (13/13 TP)
Robbie Rottie (13 AGI) (44/44 HP) (5/5 TP)
Margaret (10 AGI) (25/25 HP) (20/20 TP)

SCENE ONE!
NICOLE, ACTION!

Nicole, as is the right of the most agile of you, gets the first move as you, your two friends and the very hostile dog are forcibly displaced by the laws of turn-based combat!

"AIYEEE!" Margaret shouts, the most inexperienced of the combatants.

"He's got an attack dog?!" Nicole shouts in surprise.

"That guy works as a loan shark. The dog's not afraid to chomp us!" you say.

"Maybe we can say the dog really did eat our homework?" Nicole ponders.

"That's dumb as heck," you shout.

Nicole opts to just kick the dog in the snout, to establish dominance or something of the sort. Her legs always seem a tad bit more fluid than you can ever get your own kicks, and you can't get it out of your head.

THWAM! 5 DAMAGE!
LEAH, ACTION!

"Wait, so we're going in order of-but that means-"

"Margaret, don't get panicky!" you say. "If my luck holds true he'll probably try to bite me, if anything... Or hopefully Nicole."

"Please let it bite her please it it bite her-"

"... Really, Margaret? You're gonna let a stupid dog freak you out?" you say, incredulous.

"I AM NOT USED TO THESE SITUATIONS!" She shouts.

You check out your Technique Ring, staring eagerly at a variety of Techniques you would love to try out, and then sigh in the ever-present realization that you will almost certainly never get to use any of these for a long, long while. Any, except your wonderful superjump. You activate the Ring-your body feels a sensation quite like a heat flash as you prepare your legs.

"Sorry, not sorry!" You shout, as you go airborn. Very, very airborn. If not for the laws of turn-based combat, you'd be coming down much sooner, but as it stands, gravity is not available right now, please leave a message.

LEAH JUMPS UP!
ROBBIE ROTTIE, ACTION!

The dog's ruthless attack is immediate the second its turn is granted it. Margaret screams as it lunges forwards, even as it makes its target known to be Nicole, who takes a bite in the knee. "Robbie Rottie" latches on, sinking in, as Nicole starts shouting. "OwowowowowoowOW this thing can hurt!"

THWAM! 10 DAMAGE!
MARGARET, ACTION!

"GO AWAY!" Margaret screams from below, as you casually overlook the whole thing, your jump long petering out into an inexplicable hover. Oh goodness gracious, how you would love to be able to actually hover.

"Margaret, it's not gonna go away until you beat it away!" She says. "We got this whole thing set up just to do that!

"I AM STILL NOT USED TO THIS!" She screeches. "You two are the ones getting into trouble all the time!"

"Well, do something!" you shout.

"Ow ow ow ow ow." Nicole says, rubbing her leg.

"WHAT?!" Margaret shouts.

"Just hit it with your book!" you respond.

"...Absolutely not! This is a rental! I can't have dog fur all over it!" Margaret shouts, indiginent.

"Well, if you don't, you're gonna have your blood all over it, so bite the bullet!"

"... FINE!" She screeches, marching over to the dog in an indiginous fury, whirling back the boo-
​

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"OPERATOR!" Omniglot shouts.

The girl-Leah-blinks. She's surrounded by soldiers, half of her new allies are gone, and she's still confused.

"Operator. Memory was old. Very old. Dated over three years ago." Omniglot says. "We have much more to defragment. Or, would."

The girl tries speaking, like in the memory. Still nothing more than an irritating, pained shout. It only raised more questions. Also, she was kind of about to die.

"Operator. I recommend expanding your life force to achieve some kind of last goal." Omniglot quips.

Leah looks at the Godmodder... She thinks about her memories-or, her single memory. Two memories, actually-that of raiding the bank with Fenix, and the freshly defragmented one. How'd she get from being 'Leah' to being 'The Operator?' It confused her... It confused her too much, but something else seemed to click in her head.

Something like righteous indignation. She just got back the first of many memories and was now being told to throw her literal life away?! To feed this jerk's power?! Her face curdles like bad milk, properly angered for the first time thus far.

...But at the same time...

She looks around. Soldiers surround her with unfathomable firepower. The Godmodder-whoever that weirdo is, like, seriously, did he just barge in and declare himself the main character? From her perspective, it certainly sounds like it-it was all about getting revenge on the bank with these 'players' and then everyone was freaking out about Fenix and then everyone was going nuts about this 'Godmodder.' It sounded stupid, but he was absorbing... Souls?

...

The girl had an idea.

Life binds the soul, and the soul binds life, and such it is the prison of the flesh.

But it need not be so.

The girl flares up in glorious radiance, staring down the Godmodder...

...And flops dead without anything else ado, Omniglot vanishing into thin air. No final attack. No last hurrah. Nothing. Just dead?

...No. The Godmodder realizes it instantly. The rest do too, shortly thereafter; there's something different here.

Her soul. It's not there. It is not there! Her body decays into nothingness shortly thereafter this odd revelation, leaving no clues nor traces, not even good loot for the soldiers...

...The Godmodder senses something terribly, terribly wrong. Not a specific feeling, though, so much as a harbinger of impending doom. A souring of the victory. Is it a victory at all, then?

The Godmodder then brushes it all aside when he gets his HP-up as usual. Phew. That almost felt bad, for a split second. Still, what was that about...?

A giant book then descends from the heavens, bringing with it the holy omen of high school geography, frame burning from speed and force as it slams down unto the (former?) Bank of Actions, obliterating the Drakken Laser Drill in a single, calamitous clap.

...Oh.

Two signs fall from the heavens, politely asking the Slime and the Archangel to maul the Drakken Laser Drill, respectively.​

Click to shrink...

Drakken Laser Drill DESTROYED!

Seeing his prized drill destroyed, the godmodder gets a minor headache. This becomes a major headache when he realizes that That_Random_Guy's exit-blocking powers (which will happen, in the future) are going to make it that much harder for him to acquire a new one. 1 headache damage to the godmodder!

Your soul's been... consumed...?

Well, it better have been! Otherwise, you'll end up separated from all your friends! In death, sure, but still!

The_Nonexistent_Tazz has been slain!

+2 Current HP to the godmodder!
+1 maximum number of attack shields broken per attack to the godmodder!

That(Other)OtherGuy you should probably make your action to buff the Last Ditch a mortal action. You're going to die anyway this turn, might as well sacrifice yourself to boost the power of the last action you'll make. And the Last Ditch can cause more damage than you can if you buff it enough.

As for myself...

Welp, it's over. We caused the GM a LOT of pain, but it's over. His MLG Quickcope is almost ready to fire. Well if I'm gonna die here, might as well go out in a blaze doing what I love...

FOCUS! ALL CP USED! !!MORTAL ACTION!!
MAKING BACON!

I pull out a lasso and, like a cowboy, I rope together the three surviving mythic solders within seconds and have them hogtied. Then I charge towards them, the reliable ol' Frying Pan Of Doom is in my hand. I reach them, and....

Suddenly the Frying Pan Of Doom has grown to several time it's size, big enough for all three mythic soldiers to lye in at once! Which they do. They themselves couldn't tell you how I got them on it, but in the chaos I did it. Now they're lying in a frying pan full of various exotic seasonings and cooking oils. Where am I myself though, I am nowhere to be seen? I am right under the Frying Pan Of Doom. And I'm going to put "go out in a blaze" *very* literally.

I 'overload' myself for the lack of a better word. I deliberately suppress any regenerativeness I may posses while flooding my body with raw life force and player power. Very quickly this proves too much and blindingly white flames of power erupt from various parts of my slowly-disintegrating body. And since I was under the Frying Pan Of Doom when I did this? I am the most overpowered camping stove in existence, and the Frying Pan Of Doom heats up. Quicky. The oil quickly starts bubbling very fiercely as the mythic soldiers scream in pain from getting literally cooked. The fire of raw power from my corpse reaches it's peak as the Frying Pan of Doom glows with a fierce red incandescence and various indescribable things start erupting out of the top of it, brought on by the absolutely intense conditions inside. Eventually of course I run out of life force and flesh to burn, and all that's left of my body is some very hot smoldering ashes. The Frying Pan Of Doom gradually cools down, but there is not much left of the mythic soldiers either.

Not much, and most of it is horrifically charred. But, due to a little bit of residual player power I had left floating over the pan before my sacrifice, some parts of the mythic soldiers have converted (despite the ridiculous temperatures) into perfectly cooked crispy bacon. And it's no ordinary bacon: The seasonings I added to the mythic solders have made it into LUCKY BACON, which for a brief period (just this turn) of time will cause a consumer to have much more luck, especially with random number generators. Who's this Lucky Bacon for, though? Certainly not for me, or the godmodder. The question is answered when a handful of Canada Geese suddenly appear and fly over the now-cooled Frying Pan Of Doom, picking up the Lucky Bacon as they go. They drop this bacon right in front of the Last Ditch, who eagerly eats it up (if it didn't have a gastrointestinal system before, it has one now because reasons). He's going to NEED that luck if he wants to one-shot the Wall Solder, which is probably by far the most powerful thing to be left standing by the start of the entity phase.

Mmmm, bacon.

Click to shrink...

BACOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN

General_Urist has sacrificed themselves in the name of bacon!

Somehow, the Mythic-Tier soldiers survive unharmed! However, the luck of Last Ditch is boosted even further - to a full 100%! Now, he's guaranteed to kill something elite!

+2 Current HP to the godmodder!

Alright then, final attack

Firstly I use my charged CP to make a distraction I have been planning for quite a while: I create a huge bee, a really huge bee, I mean not just gigantic, there should be new words for how truly ginormous it is, if this were a normal planet it wouldn't even fit in the atmosphere. And insted of a normal bee's head it has Gorden Ramsay's vast perpetually screaming one, it's almost bigger than the rest of the bee and the face is stuck in a rictus of absolute fury. It seems to be approaching slowly but only due to how vast it is.

I use the CP from this turn to enchant my massivly oversized diety whip to hit him in the back of the head taking advantage of the confusion the previous action caused.

And finally I use my MORTAL ACTION, sacrificing my own soul to some distant elder bee god(the hum of the earth is the buzz of her wings) to deprive the godmodder of it and sacrificing all my stuff which is conveniently mostly based on bee based reality alteration to make one last attempt at bringing about my precious beeverse: I shout "IF ONE REMOVES A FINITE QUANTITY FROM AN INFINITE ONE IT REMAINS INFINITE TO THE SAME DEGREE, IF ONE REMOVES AN INFINITE QUANTITY FROM ONE OF THE SAME DEGREE THEN IT IS NOTHING! THUS {∞-bee=∞+0}-->{∞̶-bee=∞̶+0}-->{bee=0}. THUS ALL PLACES THAT DON'T CONTAIN BEES INFACT MUST CONTAIN BEES! Reality warps to meet my revilation as it realises it had made a mistake and it will now correct it via a finite yet arbitrarily large number of bees.

Click to shrink...

NOOOOOOOOO-

With your last Mortal Action, you force the godmodder and the remaining Players to team up and undergo RETURN OF THE BEEQUEST: BEEQUEST 2: BEELEECTRIC BEEGALOO! As a result of that quest, which lasted 200 updates, the godmodder takes 1 damage, gets to absorb your soul, AND also the universe and bees are restored to normal. FOR GOOD THIS TIME! Most future bee-based attacks will now be blocked by the Curse of Repetitiveness!

Evonix has been slain!

+2 current godmodder HP!
The Godmodder is now immune to bees!

I was going to make this a smash post but RL happened now it's stuck at 700 words.

(Action...)(... Charges...?)

I choke as I begin to see how bleak the battlefield looks, fellow Players continue to sacrifice themselves to do as much damage to the PG forces and have done well...

Why... why is everyone Mortal Blasting?

Don't they have things they want to live for? Is this truly the end?!

...

"... Should I sacrifice myself too...?"

The thought that I was holding back let itself known, causing me to freeze.

A deep chill rises from me and seeped into my voice.

No... I can't... I won't go back to the me before... I... I have something to keep... Bonds and friends...

How... How can I betray all the bonds that I made! The promise made from Sushi, Rov and the Buns, the parting of the Cat Siths and Fennie, and the first bond that I made... Disco-Chan...

I gasp for breath as I notice that I was hyperventilating.

I have to live... I have to try to live! I can't leave those promises and bonds to finish! I won't! I will see them again!

"So... SO! I WON'T DIE HERE! AT LEAST NOT TO YOU!"

Lightning explodes out of my body as voidic forces claws at my body and continues to grab and rip pieces of me. Eventually, the void mass stops up to my neck, leaving scraps of my hoodie and scarf intact and instead covers my form in a layer of... darkness. words can't explain the pit that my seems to wrap my body but screams echos out as the soldiers that surround us claws their eyes out only to open voidic beast I can't comprehend. The mind splits, giving body last orders

I lift my arms only to feel nothing but I don't regret what I've subjected myself too. I smile as I recall the feeling of temporarily being [V] if only for a few seconds, but that will be all that I need as I rush the Godmodder recklessly. But I didn't and turn tailed, leaving the Body as the... distraction...

A hail of sparks burst from the clashes, the sparks shot out like a laser as it lit anyone to be engulfed in it. The Godmodder didn't budge from that strike though, but I didn't too. The voidic mass leap and grappled with him, latching on the first contact and grinding near endlessly. Sparks continue to generate from the odd friction that began to heat the area until the air exploded into plasma all in a thousandth of a second. I quickly raise a pinkie and continue to grapple with the Godmodder which seems to signal the plasma smother us in it. The battlefield continues to explode with light in slow motion as a second pass. I phase... a way out

The Void material continues to shield me as I can feel it eat away at the body. And with the plasma contained somewhere in the eldritch void, the void material simply eats it up, and through the minor spikes that manage to pierce the godmodder skin, it dumps the plasma into it. and the godmodder begins to see cotton candy and living sentient stars dance and frolic together as it manages to punch him drunk into a drunk angry daze. and with that minor opening made, I tackle him into the open nuzzle of the pressurized dimension-cutting water hose and turn it on. The water that comes out cleanly cuts a multitude of dimensional tears into the Godmodder and quickly pours out sea water that burns with the eternal pain from the deepest pits of salt hell, just to salt the wounds of course. somewhere, somewhere to the after...

By now, the head is almost encased in the void material but the body gives up the last sight of it flesh to the material and bulges out into a small part-time eldritch void titan that causes many of the soldiers' headgear to explode as the anti-eldritch component couldn't shield them from the incomprehensible mass. The army's screams delight the being holding what was me, but not-me and let's loose. soul... must get away... not to... modder... light... life... after...?

...

...

The voidic mass withers after it finishes its run, leaving just the body.

Click to shrink...

1 damage to the godmodder!

In retaliation, the godmodder ends the body as well.

Winkins has been slain!

+3 Current HP to the godmodder!
+8% godmodder maximum travel speed!

Only a few left, now.

OOC: this was going to be a Smashpost, but IRL stuff happened, so now its this.
OOC Intent: firstly, kill any [PG] or [SR] entities left except the Godmodder Wall Soldier, than empower the heck out of the exit forcefield and other anti-leaving mechanisms, plus other fine detail stuff described in the last few sentences. Start where it says "In physical terms?"


(note: best viewed on desktop screens)

ASCENSION​

Well, well, well.

This is it.

Do it
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So, I see you've dropped your old pretensions. Well, nothing is so constant as endings. It is time.

A Player. A individual of great creativity-derived abilities.
Something more than a entity, above entities, whilst all but the least of entities utterly excede any "normal" person.
Here I have a crown, a physical representation of the state of being King of the Hill. I t levers it's wearer up the Hill of power at the cost of making them more vulnerable.
Of course, it is meant for entities. Players are something more, as described higher in this pyra mid of exposition. However, in circumstances like this, could this, to, be something more?
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A tendril of my potentiality reaches into the crown, twisting it's nature; prioritizing the flare of the supernova over the permanence of the star. In the process, it's physical form seems to melt, than flare, then form a pillar of light. All the while, I marshal every bit of my power, all the way down to that innermost core by which my sentience retains integrity. Over the course of a fractured instant, I marshal my [MORTAL ACTION].

Then the pillar bends, draws together, and ultimately forms a circlet of light round my head. Meanwhile, my mortal shell glows and floats skyward, not in a mere physical sense but in some way even more important. For this moment, I more than King of the Hill.

I am a EMPEROR OF SKIES, a player both strengthened and weakened in the same way as a king of the hill. Also, I'm in the middle of my Mortal Action. Do the math. (1 Mortal Action X 2 = no not literally!)
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MULTIPLIED MORTAL ACTION: DUALITY
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"Time to put my money where my mouth is."

Having made considerable use of my player powers, it is time to draw upon my bottomless experiences as personification of those who enter and leave unnoticed. Since I have two Mortal Actions, I decide to take a two-part approach to the matter. 1 stream of power streams through the air. One goes underground. Let's start with the obvious one.



Portals open in the air. People I once knew swarm through the bank. Bullet fly, things are div/ided into their constituent pieces, some clever ass does something ridiculously clever with several dozens amplifiers + 1 kazoo + a thorough understanding of Bladesong and Heartsong (everyone thinks the Magic of Friendship is weak until they find out what happened to Discord), and as a result everyone [PG] or [SR] except the Godmodder (and the Wall Soldier, who is reserved for the Last Ditch) dies, if they haven't already. The rest of my dying attack goes elsewhere.

The equation is simple. 1 Mortal Action times x (insert appropiate number here) for Emperor of Skies equals x. x times 3 for the Horseman of War attacking = 2x (likely 6). Approx. 0.5 to 1 goes to cleaning the field and distracting the Godmodder. That leaves x -.5 to 1 (likely 5) Mortal Attack equivalents for my own little plan.

The Godmodder has many characteristics, dangerous and powerful. One of them, important but fractional, is his Freedom.

With power the likes of which even the Godmodder has seen but a few times, I CONCEPTUALLY OBLITERATE (which of course is a type of attack) the Godmodder's Freedom.

In physical terms? The forcefield preventing leaving is now ridiculously stronger. Right now, the Drakken Laser Drill wouldn't do [GORILLA]. Oh, and the same goes for the other anti-teleportation methods (which are of course recreated at their original strength, minus the weak spot of a single shot physical generator), not to mention the more esoteric measures in place against esoteric methods of leaving, and also a hole bunch of actual chains upon the Godmodder's body, mind, and soul constructed of similar material as, say a TerminatorBot. (it would take ages to break even with outside help)

Oh, and there's a entirely new set of restrictions against freedom of information. (no communicating for you!)

And as for any off switches? ha ha ha no.

Thus ends my final testament.

Click to shrink...

First, the army you summon and the godmodder's massive army of unmentionable troops clash! An epic battle ensues, and is going to be ongoing for sometime! The godmodder's troops appear to be winning out - but judging from what you can see right now, they're going to lose about half their number in the process! Hah!

And last but not least, the godmodder is ENTRAPPED within the Bank's field. It's going to take him some time to escape.

The Godmodder: You...

The Godmodder: You all can't help but be annoying.

The Godmodder: Know this. Your efforts are useless. Your delays will buy those on Earth a few extra minutes to enjoy their little lives.

The Godmodder: Nothing more.

That_Random_Guy has been slain!

+2 Current HP to the godmodder!
The godmodder has acquired King of the Hill! He gets an extra action each turn until somebody figures out how to remove it!

Eyowe: Death becoming an inevitability?

Eyowe: Hah. Never heard that before.

Eyowe takes a moment to recount what he has on his person: a near-broken Eyowean Greatsword, an unsimilarly-intact Godmodder Protection Suit, 8 CPs somehow still listed under his name, and himself. Then...

Eyowe: ...yeah, that would be quite an experiment, wouldn't it?
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MORTAL ACTION: Project Soulless
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Eyowe deviates himself from his allies' attack and moves to a spot where he can work on this project in complete privacy. There, he begins work on an AI chip.

Barely a moment passes, and he has already coded in the basic features present in the average living being, such as limb movement, respiratory system, and such. Other advanced features, such as pain receptors and the capability to formulate strategies, are included as well.

Then comes the time for more advanced features to be coded in. In place of a functioning, life-replicating AI, Eyowe instead opts to create a command-based one, set to use all in its arsenal to solely obey him and his commands. Necessary information, such as the Godmodder and his forces, are also included in its memory. These are also finished in no time.

Following that, Eyowe adds in its first command, greatly doubting that he will be physically present to give it the moment the chip activates. This comes up in the form of a recorded audio being played to itself:

Eyowe: I doubt you'll question who I am, nor who you are. It's all in your programming.

Eyowe: First off, that pain you're experiencing? Get used to it. Pain will be necessary for your survival, or as I'd like to call it, prolonging your stay in this world.

Eyowe: Hah...

Eyowe: ...

Eyowe: ...right, your current itinerary.

Eyowe: Find me. Approach me for your next orders.

Eyowe: Avoid gaining the attention of the Godmodder until you find me, if possible. If you do get spotted, get rid of the witnesses if possible. If not, get away to the best of your abilities.

Eyowe: Should the occasion arise where you do find me, but it would mean exposing yourself to the Godmodder's forces, make sure it will be me who will be made aware of your presence first.

Eyowe: There will also be the rare occasion when others would attempt to wrestle control of you away from me. Resist them. Resist to your best abilities.

Eyowe: And should anyone attempt to falsely claim my identity as theirs, inquire them of a passcode. Should they fail to answer correctly, judgment shall be yours to make, though make sure they do stop claiming to be me.

Eyowe: As for what the passcode is?

Eyowe: ...

Pause Transmission

Eyowe gives himself time to think up of one, and so one does come in mind.

Resume Transmission

Eyowe:

...no sound seems to come out, but to both Eyowe and the AI, there was indeed one made, it's just not audible to those who do not have a Species Hearing Type with which the passcode's language can be heard in. The "normal" Species Hearing Type in this battlefield, sadly, is not one that hears this language.

Eyowe: Find me, and inquire me of the passcode. If I answer correctly, you'll know it's me.

Eyowe: Use all in that's in your arsenal to make this mission successful.

Eyowe: Onto miscellaneous things.

Eyowe: You are plenty powerful enough, but should an opportunity to gain more power presents itself to you, so long as it won't prove to be a later issue, whether it be of morals or of gaining more enemies, you are obligated to take it.

Eyowe: Accept any chance for benefits to be made, whether it be keeping possible allies alive, gaining the approval and aid of a separate party, or any such others.

Eyowe: Your capability might be more vast than what we normally have, but never grow the opinion that you are superior to the Godmodder, nor should you ever grow the thought of betraying me.

Eyowe: I leave it to you to use your judgment to weigh each of your decisions to the best of your abilities.

Eyowe: Lastly, and of least priority.

Eyowe: Get that BO off of that armor.

Eyowe: It's making us less stylish.

Eyowe: Now that all that's taken care of, I bid you good luck on this mission, Project Soulless.

End Transmission

Not revealed to the AI is a factory reset mechanism that only Eyowe knows how to activate.

With that, Eyowe finishes up the chip and, through inexplicable methods, inserts it into his mind, with it laying dormant for now.

Eyowe: ...onto the difficult part.

Eyowe summons all that he can muster, with the exception of his physical body, into a manifested sphere in front of him, perfect in its shape and shining white, the sheer power of a Mortal Blast, his spirit, his soul, whichever other essence of him, all converging into this sphere.

As Eyowe performs this act, his life is recalled into his thoughts:

From multiverses away, born an Irulean on the melting pot planet Eyowe, which his name is copied after, he was put on a pedestal by his ever-so-doting parents, wanting to see him grow up to become the most well-known figure in said planet, a "Poster Boy for Eyowe." Now, this is not a tale of "Parents are too strict and uptight, so the child runs away from his responsibility." In truth, his parents were truly doting to a point of being wholesomely cringe. Other than that, his life with his parents were nothing too special.

Then comes the time where he left them to pursue his education, as one does. There, Eyowe proved to be quite reclusive, not spending time participating in any social activities and preferring to be left to his own devices. It is then that fate introduced him to a person whom he will know for a long time: Krill13...species naming conventions. Having been put into the same dormitory room as this person, Eyowe initially viewed him as too energetic and naive after having rejected many of his invitations to, as Eyowe puts it, "practices that will amount to nothing in the future." Time passed by, and Eyowe learned that this person shares the same interest of working with technology as he does. Afraid of being outdone by this person he came to view as merely annoying, Eyowe scoured through Krill's work to reassure himself that he stands as the superior of the two. And reassured he is; Eyowe's work is most definitely superior over Krill's average handiwork. Still, Eyowe finds that he might be worth working with and begins inviting him to his projects, gauging how much useful he can be. Krill himself had no issue following Eyowe's directions, what with him definitely being the smarter of the two, and it's not like morals will be broken if he does follow him. Rinse and repeat, and Eyowe ultimately acknowledges Krill's potential in this subject. His quirky attitude still leaves much to be desired from Eyowe.

And so the time comes when Eyowe finishes his education and moves on into the real world, landing a job as an average office worker and being able to buy himself a house in the suburbs. Tinkering with anything technological became a hobby to him. Other than that, his life at this period was nothing too special.

One particular day, the doorbell rang clear throughout the house, signaling the presence of a visitor. Eyowe walked to open the door, and a sense of plain surprise washes over his expression as he sees the identity of the visitor: it's Krill. As it turns out, he had no place to stay in and is wondering if he can "crash in." Eyowe gives this choice an internal debate, concluding woth him allowing Krill to stay. Belongings were unpacked, ground rules were set, and so Eyowe's life with Krill13 begins.

As it turns out, life with Krill is rather...unique, compared to Eyowe's prior one. For one, they've both begun tinkering with technology bought from high-end brands(which, in the "normal" technological viewpoint, would look like they are handmade by a team of technological gods). A sense of companionship rapidly grew between the two, and before they knew it, they've reached a certain level that would change the dynamic of their friendship. Krill's quirkiness is an aspect of his personality that hasn't exactly left him. Combine that with the friendship they currently have...

...and Krill introduces pranks into this mix. The first ones were rather normal fare, fake spiders planted in Eyowe's suitcases, whipped cream on his hand and a tickling feather to his nose, and other such simple pranks. Eyowe himself would indulge on retaliating from these pranks with some of his own. It's unknown to both of them how it happened, but the levels at which these pranks were grounded in escalated to levels where the victim could actually end up dying. The technology with which they were working with alleviated the repercussions of death, only leaving the prankee with the normal sour response to being pranked. Doesn't matter if they were ran over by particularly heavy vehicles, dumped in extremely radioactive substances, had their existence ripped in shreds, or are simply thrown into oblivion, they would be able to pull one another out and respond to this turn of events with the typical post-prank response.

One particular day, a sleeping Eyowe was woken by Krill in a panicking state. According to him, their Multiversal-Warp Machine have been showing recent signs of disrepair, hence why Eyowe was being summoned to take a look on it. Unbeknownst to Eyowe, this is yet another prank. Clad only in his night robe and fluffy slippers, he is directed to where the alleged damage is: inside the warp chamber. The moment Eyowe entered the chamber, Krill swiftly snuck away from it and into the control console with what can be assumed is a mischievous grin on his face...hard to tell with all these species-difference thing. After much scouring for damages in the chamber, Eyowe finds none. Realization struck him almost immediately, but it was too late.

Eyowe: KR-

He is cut off as the machine whisks him away from the chamber.

And so he was thrust into the "real world" variant of the Godmodder War. Unfortunately, he hasn't gotten to make much of an impact before he died and was brought into the Hexagonafield with a slight lapse in memory, forgetting his time in the "real world," however brief that moment was.

A quick recount of the more recent memories, of his time in the Hexagonafield, then flash by, and Eyowe's thoughts return back to the present.

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Thinking about it, this set of current events is nothing too severe in comparison to what he has gone through before. An expression forms itself on Eyowe's face: one of a wry smile performed by one with Eyowe's facial features.

Within the time frame when reminiscence was on full focus, the converging ball, consisting of everything Eyowe can offer, intensified in power more and more, and intensify it continues doing as Eyowe himself begins to fell the drawbacks of converting as much essence of himself as he can into raw power. Drawbacks mostly consist of becoming weaker and weaker, hardly able to keep a grip on consciousness. Nevertheless, Eyowe does not stop. He is willing...no, he IS making an effort on drawing everything that can be drawn from him into raw power.

Eyowe ponders why he is going this far in this pursuit of defeating the Godmodder. If all he wanted was freedom from the Hexagonafield, he could've accepted a certain offer of the Godmodder's and waited for Krill to pick him up from whichever afterlife he ends up in.

He then remembers why: he's interested in seeing this to the end. He's interested in what may come after that. He's interested in what may come before that. He's interested in killing the Godmodder. Upon being reminded of this reason, that expression he was holding intensified, as if to indicate a growth in his audacity whilst his physical body weakens.

Fantasies begin filling his mind. Power, pride, riches, respect, and all such common objects of pursuit all serve to fuel his arrogance with ecstasy to further combat the urge to show any signs weakness from him. His expression continues morphing as well, becoming more distinguishable as that of a madman's.

Then, one drifting thought comes into mind: he needs to return the favor. Not to the Godmodder, but to Krill. This sparked newer thoughts of revenge serving to give Eyowe the last push, allowing him to add an unconscious warp action as soon as power infusion ends.

With that, a positively gigantic sphere of power lies in front of Eyowe. Not a moment soon after, that sphere returns back into Eyowe's body, breaking down into smaller specks as they infuse themselves into this body.

With that done, Eyowe's body is now a superpowered being with its mental functions operated by an AI of Eyowe's design, yet laying dormant for now. In armor, it is clad in the Godmodder Protection Suit. In weaponry, it is armed with the Eyowean Greatsword.

This body then unconsciously warps itself to a place Eyowe would not know of, as he himself did not specify this certain location, only two loose conditions: a place far from and can't be traced from this current site, and does not immediately alert the Godmodder's forces whilst in its dormant state.

The former host himself, meanwhile, has been ejected from the body as soon as power infusion ended and is now left in a shriveled-up state, ripe for the picking.

With body and soul separated, it is now safe to call this body an Entity.

This Entity, wherever it ended up in, opens its eyes, but only sees black for the moment. What follows is a great surge of pain coursing through it, complements of the Godmodder Protection Suit. Immediately following that is a certain recorded audio winning this Entity's attention over the pain.

...

With that done, the Entity's senses all activate. What comes next is...

Click to shrink...

(OOC: Well, thanks for going back and finishing this!)

Somewhere, a new ally appears. They'll find weapons. And gain power. And come back to you. Eventually. But when they do... they'll be changed. Even if it was for their own benefit, a creation does not forget the painful life their creator forced upon them.

Krill13 has been slain!

+4 Current HP to the godmodder!

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AG:

The Elite Archangel unleashes all of their attacks on the Suppression Tank! It is DESTROYED!

Last Ditch takes aim. He knows he can't kill the Godmodder Wall Soldier - its a miniboss. And with the Drakken Laser Drill taken care of - that leaves only one valid target. One of the two remaining Level 114 Elite Mythic-Tier Soldiers! He fires his nondescript-yet-incredibly-deadly weapon! Level 114 Elite Mythic-Tier Soldier slain!

The AG turn is over.

And now...

PG:

ULTIMATE! NOSCOPE! 360! HEADSHOT!

The Godmodder pulls out his Call of Duty weapon. It's so unbelievably cringy, the handful of remaining Players might just die from cringe damage. In fact, that's exactly what happens to one of them.

Crusher48 slain!

The godmodder's also in Call of Duty gear all of a sudden! Wait, hold on, is that legendary-tier? From CSGO gambling? Trifling_Epithet suddenly remembers a bad experience they had with that, has a heart attack, and dies!

Trifling Epithet slain!

The godmodder takes aim. It inspires fear in the Player's hearts. So much fear, MooGoestheCow gets a heart attack and dies!

MooGoestheCow slain!

Wait! The godmodder jumped in the air! He's doing a flip, and a twist! This must be what the 360 part was about! In fact, Eevee Shadow Bacon suddenly feels 360 times the fear, and gets 360 Heart attacks! At the same time!

Eevee Shadow Bacon slain!

The godmodder's weapon... it doesn't have any scope! The godmodder is using... ULTIMATE SKILL! He's using so much skill, that ThatOtherGuy realizes that they'll never, never be as good as the godmodder! This realization causes them to commit suicide immediately!

That(Other)OtherGuy slain!

And FINALLY! The godmodder actually FIRES the weapon! The bullet initially appears to be going in a totally different direction from the motley crew of AGs - BUT THEN! It ricochets off a dust molecule, and heads through at the PERFECT angle to kill the remaining allied entities in one attack!

Horseman of War slain!
Last Ditch slain!
Slime slain!
Elite Archangel slain!

Seeing all the entities dead, Arsenical loses the will to live! The godmodder immediately takes their soul!

Arsenical slain!

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The godmodder pauses. Is that everyone?

...Yes, it's everyone. They're all dead. No more Players. And the real-world group will fall easily, once the Allsee Spectacles are in the godmodder's hands.

It's over.

Now... to absorb the energy of their souls!

+11 Current godmodder HP!
+1 Godmodder MAX HP!
+3% Godmodder damage resistance!
+6% attack dodge rate!
+10% extra damage against Players!

The Godmodder glances around. That_Random_Guy's army is nearly dealt with. Might as well take one last quick note on the field condition.

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THE BANK OF ACTIONS:

[PG]Godmodder Wall Soldier: 9,700,000/10,000,000 HP (miniboss)

[PG]Level 114 Elite Soldier Mythic-Tier: 2,800,000/3,400,000 HP, 400,000 x 3A

[PG]The Godmodder: 288/303 HP (King of the Hill - x2 actions)

[N]Artifact Case D: C _ O _ _ W O R _ (Epic-level item inside!)
[N]Artifact Case F: Trivia Question: Name one location the Bank of Actions has never had a location or sub-location at.

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The Players are dead.

All is quiet. Nothing is left to stand against the godmodder.

He walks over to the Artifact cases. No time to ruminate. Hopefully, his support staff will figure out how to get him a new drill and get the barriers on his escape out of the way. In the meantime:

The Godmodder: "CLOCKWORK".

Artifact Case D opens! The Godmodder acquires one of the artifacts you failed to get - the Time Reverser! The counter to the Time Accelerator, this sends an entity BACKWARDS in time 10 turns! Great for putting a stop to a snowball entity in a pinch. Or recovering a boss that's survived for a really long time!

The Godmodder: "THE HEXAGONAFIELD".

Artifact Case F: "CORRECT". With that, the Artifact Case opens to reveal the Divination Spectacle! A much weaker version of the Allsee Spectacles, it can see something's Critical Soul Weakness, for sure, precisely one time. Doesn't work on the godmodder or anything with a boss tag.

The godmodder makes a resolution to track down the DEATH Stasis Pod at some point and retrieve the other Epic-level items from within.

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Back on the HEXAGONAFIELD...

The godmodder gets out a cute little folding chair, sets it down, and sits.

He waits for the next Player group.

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GODMODDER'S FUTURE STATUS:

Spoiler

[PG]The Godmodder: 75/300 HP (King of the Hill - x2 actions)(Time Reverser - sends an entity back in time 10 turns)(Divination Spectacle - sees something's Critical Soul Weakness)

OOC: The next update comes this weekend - saturday or sunday.

From here on out, everything changes.

 

[Moniker]

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...Dreams assail you...

...A great war, mighty armies clashing...

...An unfathomably vast chasm...

...An insurmountable wall...

...A long, winding path, every step filled with more traps and defenses...

...And at the very end... a great victory, a final end... but for whom...?

...Words on your lips... "The Tribulations"...

...And then darkness takes you once again.

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You're conscious again.

Everything is sore. Probably because you're pretty sure you're sleeping on a bench. You don't want to open your eyes to check.

But of course, you're eventually going to have to check. You have to go to the bathroom, your throat is nightmarishly parched, you're hungry, your eyes have that crust on them and you want to just flick it off... and of course... your lips are chapped!

Normally, Player Powers take care of these things in the background, as godmodder fighters have no time for bathroom breaks, but now...

Now...

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Your movements are sluggish... the former grace with which you accomplished your tasks has left you. Actions per turn reduced to 1.

Your Player Powers... appear to be wholly gone. Base Player Power reduced to 0. You can no longer charge or hold CP.

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You sit up, and before anything else, attempt to summon a glass of water for yourself. Nothing. You try to focus your energies, but... you have no energies to focus. It's no use. ...It's gone.

Finally, you look around properly...

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You're in a medium-sized cell, dimly lit with an oil lantern above your head. Thatch lines the ground, and stone bricks make up the walls and ceiling. There are two benches opposite each other on the walls of the cell, and on them are a few of your teammates. A few. You've all been split up, and there are only a few of you in each cell.

As your teammates also begin to shake themselves awake, you spy a water bucket on the ground, next to a plate of hard-looking bread. You scrabble for the water first - and accidentally spill it! But when you get the bucket back up, its still full... After drinking, you turn to the bread. The bread is of the Olive Garden variety, but of course it's been left out too long, and has grown cold and hard. You take a few bites of bread, and find that it, too, regenerates when eaten. Food and water are taken care of.

A bit more searching, and you find a door in the wall leading to a (small) side room with a toilet, a sink, and some hand sanitizer. Not soap. Hand sanitizer.

After you and your fellow Players... former Players... have finished taking care of themselves, of course you immediately head to the bars blocking your exit. The first thing you notice is a sudden shift in theme - your cell very clearly resembles one from a medieval prison, but outside, you can see magenta fluorescent lights illuminating bright white chrome hallways. Perhaps the budget was too small to make your cells that nice? But clearly, they didn't skimp on the bars - they're interwoven too tightly to poke your head through, and even touching them makes your hands burn. They're not normal metal.

You call out, and get a few responses from fairly close by. The rest of your allies! Wait, no... there's clearly a few voices missing. More than a few. You'd estimate that there's only about half of your friends in this general area. The rest are somewhere else.

You also notice a variety of video and audio recorders along the wall. Any attempt at cross-group communication will definitely get recorded.

Eventually, things settle down. As all of you sit there, the realization sets in.

If nothing changes... this is it. This is the end of the line.

You think back, sit down, and discuss the past together with those near you... what are the choices you've made thus far?

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Early on in the game, Eternalstruggle attempted to join the [PG] team by using the power of the Sealed Zombie. The godmodder spied an opportunity, and seized control of Eternalstruggle to send them on a sidequest to retrieve Starcalibur. There was a chance to stop them - if other Players had intervened, and entered the sidequest to try to beat up Eternalstruggle, they may have prevented the godmodder from acquiring Starcalibur.

Alas, the godmodder did acquire Starcalibur. At that moment, the godmodder likely made the decision to use your group for legendary weapon collection.

Later on, the godmodder summoned a cute puppy. It ended up going to the dog afterlife, and acquiring an item... Corebrute, who... wait, where did Corebrute go? Well, he's probably fine. Or dead. One of those two things. Anyways, Corebrute attempted to enter dog afterlife after the cute puppy, and retrieved the item that it took... but much to his surprise it was Yorehammer! And thus, the second legendary weapon was introduced onto the field.

Later on, through a foolish wager, Arsenical managed to get himself indebted to the godmodder to the tune of one legendary weapon. He foolishly decided to be honorable, and seek to fulfill the debt rather than let it stand. He traveled to dreamland (spoilers: It was actually hell), and made another terrible bargain for the Resolute Heart. Not only did the godmodder get a legendary weapon, but Arsenical just ended up with a different, arguably worse kind of debt! The good news? The legendary weapon was a fake due to Arsenical's lack of negotiation, so it ended up destroyed. The whereabouts of the actual Resolute Heart are currently unknown. ...But the godmodder's probably honing in on it, if he doesn't have it already.

Next, after some shady internet research, Mr Mirror Man, Eevee Shadow Bacon, and JOEbob ended up at a shady gambling site (spoilers: It was hell. Again.), where they entered into an illicit gambling competition for an equally illicit prize. JOEbob took over the quest, as he is wont to do, and ended up almost winning the Infinileaf Clover - but at the last second, he decided to hand it off to Altair, who wished to hide it. It was a less terrible decision than other decisions that could have been made.

Next, the godmodder uses the Legendary Weapon map to find a mountain with a legendary weapon, Mascythe, at the top. However, the Players managed to thwart him, by reaching the weapon before he could, and teleporting it elsewhere on the HEXAGONAFIELD. The godmodder once again used Arsenical as a pawn, by using Arsenical's pawns, to cover the vast amount of ground necessary - and then managed to very nearly take Mascythe for himself, only for captain.cat to get it back at the last second!

Next, Alice came around with Yoreshield, and used it to help the Players fight the Soulrazer. The Players managed to keep it and her safe, causing Alice to leave with the shield. It and her whereabouts are also unknown.

Speaking of Alice, you still lack enough information to know whether keeping her alive was a good idea or not. You can only hope she'll manage to find some way to stop the godmodder.

JOEbob then used Fred, an ally he picked up during the previously mentioned quest, to begin exploring the real world. He foolishly decided to explore a vault, and fell into the godmodder's trap. His Player powers opened the vault up, undoing the defenses of past Players, and ruining Altair's plan. Sooner rather than later, the Infinileaf clover was out of the vault, and in JOEbob's hands. JOEbob also acquired Mascythe as well, and ventured out to the god of dreams. In a deal to protect the god of dreams, JOEbob decided to willingly hand over Mascythe and Infinileaf Clover to the godmodder. After this decision, the Players were rendered incapable of stealing further legendary weapons from the godmodder. JOEbob bet on himself, and then failed to deliver.

Speaking of Fred, the cage he was in didn't get taken with everything else in the DEATH Stasis Pod. The godmodder's most likely cracked the cage, taken Yorehammer... and probably killed Fred.

And then, finally, the very last legendary weapon, the Allsee Spectacles. You still don't know where you managed to learn what they do, but somebody picked it up. The godmodder launched his most elaborate and long-term ruse yet, first creating (what you now realize is most likely to have been) a false Bank of Actions branch, laundering away your actions, creating a fake agency to pursue the real bank of actions (the Federal Fraud Investigation agency and Fenix). With this, the godmodder managed to gather a mob of vengeful Players with which to attack the bank indirectly.

You squirmed and attempted to escape the godmodder's trap - but you only partially succeeded. With Fenix turned to your side and Latula dead, the Federal Fraud Investigation agency is no more. You managed to place significant delays on the godmodder's attempts to get the Allsee Spectacles - but he's never going to sit idly by. If he doesn't have them already, he will soon.

As a result of your choices and decisions, the godmodder has managed to acquire, or become very close to acquiring, most but not all of the legendary weapons. You could have done worse. You could have done better, if you had some magical New Game + thing that let you try again with your current knowledge. But you could have done worse, too.

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And that's how things have ended up this way. The godmodder has enough legendary weapons to be a serious threat to anyone, and he's likely to acquire more, all while you're sitting here in these cells...

As you're all really starting to descend into self-pity, you hear a crackle... a loudspeaker? You're not alone in this place! You and the other Players rush close (not too close, don't want to get hurt) to the cell bars, and listen...

???: Ahem... Ahem! Hello? Hellooooooooo? Is everyone awake?

???: WAKE UP!!!!!!!!

???: Okay, great, glad everyone's awake. My name is Cybil. You can consider me the warden of this prison.

Cybil: Details about me? My hobbies include Rubix cubes. That's it. I used to like movies, but Rubix cubes is all the godmodder gave me to play with down here, so I'm pretty bored.

Cybil: You really shouldn't give me an excuse to entertain myself.

Cybil: In any case! New arrivals, I've noticed that there seem to be a LARGE NUMBER of you. More than the recommended maximum capacity of non-shadows recommended by my complete manual of total godmodder-level prison guard safety...

Cybil: So, I'll start by telling you a little bit about this prison. First, your schedule!

Cybil: Cell lockdown, 12:00AM - 11:59 PM. Great. Now that that's settled, our discipline policy...

Cybil: Rule #1: Do bad, get zapped.

Cybil: Okay, thats introductory stuff out of the way. Down to business, now.

All the Players are quiet. You doubt this message will get repeated. You don't want to miss anything.

Cybil: You'll notice I mentioned "shadows" earlier. They're your fellow Players! From the past! But their beings have been almost completely consumed. There's nothing left, now. Nothing but energy for the godmodder to feed off of.

Cybil: And soon enough, you'll be like them! Every time you go to sleep, you'll suffer prophetic dreams, and each time you do, your MIND will slip away. When you have no MIND left, your consciousness will go away entirely! Completely destroyed! Basically, you'll be dead. You don't get another afterlife, sorry.

Cybil: You can have a competition with your cellmates over the next few weeks to see who can stay awake the longest! The winner gets to use their last few shreds of sanity to watch their cellmates become shadows completely!

Cybil: ...No? Doesn't sound appealing? That's fine. There's also Option #2. And it's the more entertaining option! I think you'll like it.

Cybil: Basically, you gamble all your MIND on a friendly competition of skill! You'll agree to consentually consent to the Obliterator, and then you'll compete as a team against the other shadows!

Cybil: Lose, and we'll take all your MIND at once. Win, and you'll get the privilege of staying in the luxury cells until your MIND goes! Die IN STYLE!

Cybil: Oh, and you'll get one other privilege, too. You'll get to ask me one question, which I solemnly swear to answer with complete honesty.

Cybil: Maybe, if you think of a good enough question, you'll be able to beat the system that thousands of other Players have failed to beat, and escape! Hmm? HMMMMM?

Cybil: (HINT: The second option is the better option! Please take it! I want to watch an entertaining competition!)

Cybil: I'll give you... mmm... a day to debate it amongst yourselves. Since there's so many, I've had to split you up... well, I'll pool the votes of both sides. Don't worry about it.

Cybil: At any rate, if you do want to compete, rest up... or wait, maybe don't! See you in 24 hours.

Cybil's voice fades away, leaving only silence.

For a moment, everyone is unsure... Wait, waking up from sleep was the first thing you did... have you already lost... ?

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In one of the cells, one Player is sitting, slumped down, staring at nothing. Their eyes are glazed over and glassy. The others have noticed, but they've been too busy or uncaring to do anything about it.

It's Arsenical. If any Player already lacks MIND, its them. The consciousness inhabiting Arsenical's body is away, out on lunch... I suppose you could say they're away from keyboard... AFK, if you will. And yet, while normally these Players disappear quietly (best not to think about it too much), Arsenical is here to stay. They owe a debt to Lucifer - and even double-death has not freed them from it.

(Arsenical is now an NPC Player. Unless Arsenical returns to the game, he will continue to be so until he expends his action debt.)

And now, finally, Arsenical stands up, faces forward, and speaks. Calling upon one of their two remaining indebted actions...

I establish a communication channel between all Players. It is completely anonymous. Cybil can't sense it.

Players. Greetings. You already know who I am.

I'll be brief. The godmodder has overstepped his bounds. He threatens to destroy and remake all things, and it's time to stop him properly.

To do it, I need your help. So I would like to extend an offer to you.

There is an exit in this prison. At the very highest and most well-guarded point within it, used for emergencies only: Cybil's chambers. Not even he can use it. He's just as much a prisoner as you are. The exit is a portal, locked tight, and has two conditions: First, another portal must attempt to connect to the portal - its incapable of connecting to the outside on its own. Next, a specific password has to be entered, and only Cybil knows this password. This exit is the only way out of the Shadow Realm, save from the very rare hole opened by the Player Thief (You won't be able to use that for obvious reasons).

Your goal is to reach this room, and get the password from Cybil somehow. How you do this is up to you. I will not waste Arsenical's remaining debt on advising you.

I should let you know: By using my portal connection, you agree to owe me your lives. Not ideal for you... but you don't have any other choice, so far as I know.

Good luck.

Click to shrink...

The communication channel is up and running. Your thoughts are immediately bombarded with hurried messages, as everyone is once again capable of communicating to everyone else at once. But the channel... it reeks of godmodding energy. Ancient legend confirmed?

At any rate, after some debate, two schools of thought emerge. A vote begins. You have two options before you.

1: Prison Break! Begin a slow adventure-type quest to find your way out of the prison!
If Cybil is allowed to shuffle you into his death game, you'll probably lose. You need to take action now, and break out of the prison! There must be some way out of these cells... If you can reach Cybil, maybe you can negotiate or beat the password out of him? It's worth a shot!

2: Play the Game. Enter Cybil's desperate death game, rise above the odds, and win.
In order to break out and reach the portal, you need an opening. Cybil's game is the best chance for that opening. Surely you can win somehow. And if you win, you get to ask Cybil a question...

Vote as a group on these options. You can use your one action this turn however you like, as well.

Whatever you decide - you'll have to decide it together! Splitting up and doing both is NOT an option!

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Players:

CELL A-1:
Captain.cat
EternalStruggle
MooGoestheCow
CaptainNZZZ


CELL A-2:
That-Random-Guy
Arsenical
Ranger_Strider_
Paradoxdragonpaci

CELL A-3:
Crusher48
General_Urist
That(Other)OtherGuy

CELL A-4:
Bill Nye
Kyleruler
Algot

CELL B-1:
GoldHero101
Krill13
FlamingFlapjacks
Winkins

CELL B-2:
The_Nonexistent_Tazz
The_Two_Eternities
Dragon of Hope?!?

CELL B-3:
RedRover1760
JoeBOB
Daskter
Evonix

CELL B-4:
Cephalos Jr.
Karpinsky
Eevee Shadow Bacon

 

[Moniker]

I vote for the Prison Break.

I look around for flammable substances in the cell.

Click to shrink...

Hmm... Well, there's the hand sanitizer, and the thatch. The benches are also made of wood.

Hmph. Option 1.
I check up on Arsenical. What exactly is his status? Does he seem like a puppet without strings? Does he not move at all? Do his eyes react to light? If he is totally unresponsive, I hoist him onto my back, preparing for whatever action is chosen by the group.

Click to shrink...

Since you're in the same room as Arsenical, checking him is easy.

The "puppet without strings" description fits him best. He's looking downwards, no longer vibrant and full of life as he once was. You prep to put him in your inventory, but then have an idea. You ask him to take a few steps forward - and he does. It looks like he'll at least attempt to preserve his own life/keep up with the group, plus follow simple commands.

Oh boy. Here we go.

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​

A teen wakes up from this dream of a black void.
What was his name, again?

POOPLORD EGGNOSE

He rejects the name, instead choosing one for himself -

"Kyle Collins."

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Realizing he's not yet a player - heck, his Player Power got reduced to 0, Kyle begins to look around. Spotting Bill Nye and Algot in other corners of the room, he stands up - still in his Star Wars tee from his mortal action earlier, as well as some jeans and blue sneakers - and stretches. The only thing really different about him is a small pendant of two dragons around his neck, holding together an artifact of some sort in the middle.

"... I'm here. He actually killed me..."

"Either way. Now is not the time to contemplate my mortality." Kyle shakes off the feeling of insufferable doom that he was just dealing with. He turns to the other two... players? Whatever we are, he turns to the others in the room.

"Hi... I'm Kyle. You guys may know me as the User, or Kyleruler - my avatar. We need some way to get outta here... um, do you two have any ideas?"

[OOC - I chose that username when I was much younger. Don't ask why I still use it - I don't know why I do either.]

Kyle personally votes for Route A, the prison break. He doesn't want to die in some tournament, and feels like even if they did catch us, the group would just be thrown in the tournament as low seats anyways.

Action 1 -
Kyle pulls up his menu, straight from an RPG. It seems his and The Operator's universe and modus of operandi are actually pretty similar. Using this menu, he eventually navigates to a submenu -

You - LVL 1
HP - [20/20]
MP - [1/1]

He remarks out loud, "My stats are actually terrible right now. Compared to the normal HEXAGONAFIELD, I'm... pretty sucky. The MP stat wasn't there before, though. Huh."

He quickly navigates over to his items. The only thing there? HOPE. Touching it, it a small yellow-white orb whizzes off to another cell, to be added to another player's things...

Free Action -

Also, Kyle states that he has a small bit of leftover energy from the magical explosion that was the Spellblade. Probably not enough to do anything with, but... hey. Residue counts in this situation.

Click to shrink...

You grant a small, pathetic fragment of hope.

A bit of residual energy...

So, your plan is to lock me in a prison, and try to drain my mind with mental exertion? I'll have you know that I'm a master of escaping prisons, and have near-infinite mental defense! That's not going to happen!

They did manage to drain all of our collective powers though. I think they're strong enough to actually do it.

That hasn't stopped me before.

Action: Wait a minute, we don't have to share Player Powers anymore, because we don't have any! Since "I" am (or was) actually five people working together under one set of Player actions, we should now be able to each take action independently. So, let's observe our surroundings.

First, I work on fortifying mental defense. The MIND drain effect seems to be fairly powerful if it's aimed at draining the notoriously free-willed players, but I've been able to reflect mental attacks powerful enough to knock a whole city unconscious. Maybe, if I could sleep and reflect the MIND drain, it could provide us with something useful. This might help someone with a HOPE buff of some sort.

(the above action is the highest priority to execute).

I'm investigating the lanterns. I don't think I have any reserves of magic left for pyromancy (and I doubt taking a Long Rest will refill those reserves, at least not without great cost), but maybe I could harness the lanterns as an energy source?

I look for any guard patrols. The Godmodder wouldn't just leave Cybil all alone in an important prison, he'd go mad and release all the prisoners or go on strike or do something stupid after going insane from the isolation.

I investigate the benches. I'm strong (peak-human to lower superhuman without any psychic investment), I might be able to tear one off the wall and bash the cell door with it.

Lastly, I'm going to investigate the water bucket, and see what happens if I try to dump it out.

Free Action: You know, Cybil, I feel like your offer of "one question that I have to answer honestly" is meaningless. Last I checked, the Godmodder responds to cases where his agent must respond truthfully by mind-raping his own agent and suppressing their memories so that they answer with what they believe is the truth but isn't actually the truth. So, before we'll even consider fighting to the death or whatever for your entertainment, I want you to sign a compelling agreement (such that you will be magically compelled to follow it) to free us from this prison by any means necessary if you give an answer that, while true in your beliefs, can be factually proven as false. If you can't or won't do that, we won't play your game.

(Secret Free Action: I vote for the Prison Break)

Click to shrink...

Unfortunately, this event is no excuse to get 5 actions. I'll take the first one.

You attempt to focus, and fortify your mental defenses. This mostly involves a brief bit of meditation. You feel a little more ready.

I vote option 1. Something slow-paced would be nice. Also I played pokemon mystery dungeon, I'm a natural at this.

I look around. Some strong security here, but at least we're not immediately dead. Huh. I would've expected getting soul vored by the Godmodder to be a little deadlier. I check up on my fellows. Crusher is someone who can be relied on to try his hardest, though knowing him he will not react well to being depowered. and That Other Other Guy? He's good, though I don'r know much about him.

I take a loaf of hardtack off the plate, and another one appears in it's place. WHAT KIND O- I remember we're being recorded, and abruptly shut up. I cannot entirely hide my feelings of elation though. What king of idiot locks people up with not one but TWO infinite matter generators? This is very exploitable, I'm sure!

I don't know if we can do actions yet, so here's a half-joke one: I take off my pants and underpants, hoping that some great cosmic censor bureau will immediately materialize a new set on me. Because infinite fabric would he useful here.

Click to shrink...

You take off your clothes, but nothing happens. All that happens is that you end up standing naked, with Crusher and TOG staring at you.

You put your clothes back on. This cell has a lot of regenerating stuff, but you might need to do something more drastic to get free clothes.

I remember that winkin made a certain bond with a Disco Orb in this realm... I do hope he's fine.

Vote Option 1:

I grab the breads, and I soak them with Hand Sanitizer. I also grab the Oil Lantern above me. I am now armed with a Lighter and a couple makeshift molotov.

Click to shrink...

You equip a few lightsticks! That's the official, totally legitimate name you're giving to breadsticks that have hand sanitizer on them. You also equip the oil lantern, but there's only one of those per cell, so fair warning - you might need to share!

Option 1 Please.

Alright. Here is the plan everyone:



We have a few things: (by FlamingFlapJacks)

1. Inherent Powers (I have infinite gun and lead, Paradox is a dragon and I think has paradox, trope, and maybe action powers? If anyone else has powers tell me)
2. Bread and water
3. Clothes (trick censoring system for infinite cloth? Halfjoke)
4. Toilet
5. The tech from the devices Cybil uses to monitor us if we can get them
6. IC Moniker's aid? It is in his interest to see the Godmodder fall.... (UNLIKELY)
7. Disco-Chan, assuming we can ever do anything with that. Disco-chan is an entity we left behind in the Shadow Realm last time we were here.
8. Cybil Maybe
9. Hand Sanitizer
10. Oil Lantern
11. Toilet Paper (From Discord)
12. Thatch Floor.
Add ons: List of inherent powers
FlamingFlapjacks: Has Hope (maybe, will require others to give hope), can generate lead and guns
Paradox: Tropes, SOUL (UT) powers I think, Aspect powers (?), Dragon, Paradoxes maybe
Crusher: Infinite Mental Defense, actually five people
RedRover: Limited Time Control without Prep Time or Resources.\
MooGoesCow: Tech Powers?
Ender Smirk: Whatever he has.

CURRENT PLAN
1 .We build up a mental defense by everyone free action/normal action hoping, so I can use hope powers to hope up a mental defense against the shadows.
2. We use infinite bread, hand and inherent powers to craft gear
3. JOEbob's Genius Morpheus Plan.
4. Shadow Hope Plan, that Combines all of our plans together into a workable outlet.


Bread Plan (by FlamingFlapjacks and General_Urist, and other people)

Dry bread that is flammible. Carleah's Guns. Oil Lantern. Hand Sanitizer that is flammable. Use things together to get a flamethrower.

Mental Defense Plan: (By me)

Step 1: Everyone needs to Free Action Hope. Use said HOPE to Reinforce the Mental Defense Plan. Our hope will make it reality in our minds.
Step 2: Some people, including me, need to use their actions to create actual mental defenses. Imagine your mind being a Dungeon Core, and the Godmodder's mental attacks being dungeoneers. Build defenses to kill and stop the dungeon raiders. That is what we are going to try. You need to link together the mental defense so it covers everyone with the mental communication system.
Step 3: EVERYONE NEEDS TO FREE ACTION HOPE EVERY TURN. IT IS IMPERATIVE TO DO THIS. OUR HOPE WILL DEFEAT THE CORRUPTION. Also, normal actions to reinforce the dungeon is MANDATORY.
Step 4: Make sure that your free actions are actually really hopeful and detailed. Music Recommended.

Step 2 Edit: I used my action to try and link together the communication network more so we can all have our minds be in the same Dungeon Room, so while we are defending multiple cores its in the same dungeon and in the same room, that should combine our mental defenses together.

Shadow Hope Plan: (By FlamingFlapjacks)

Step 1: I'm going to harness the shadows with the hope, then use the mental block in my mindscape.
Step 2: Someone then knocks me out. Joe, can you ask GoD to talk to me in the dreams? If that goes through, I'll use the fact that the shadows can go anywhere to poof GoD into everyone's mind, giving us a link to him. Then, we use the Hope of the shadows, everyone's hope, the hope of the GoD, the hope of Cybil, the Hope of everyone we can, to poof Disco-chan into here.
Step 3: I enhance crusher's strength, and we make a array of bread flamethrowers and Bread battering rams for each room. Then, crusher and I use lead, strength, gun, and bread to make and give everyone Ammobread alloy to craft whatever they want with. We then use the shadows to scout out Cybil's gauntlet, and then give them Ammobread stuff to grab stuff from Cybil's gauntlet like weapons and traps. The shadows take the stuff back, we use it.
Step 4: Then, with a shitload of equipment, everyone should be in a much better mood, enhancing the hope, and allowing me to poof all of the cell doors in walls in front of the entrance to Cybill's quarters, or the entrance to where ever he is (find where he is with shadows) We get to portal, and use GoD's aid to open it.(edited)

Morpheus Plan: (By JOEbob, Plan summarized by Redrover1760)

Step 1: Redrover1760 going to talk to JOEbob about everything I know, and empathize the word Connection, as in the Connection between JOEbob and Morpheus.
Step 2: He talks with Morpheus in his dreams with said connection. Brilliant.

Important Thing: The Recollection has OUTRIGHT LIES IN IT. The Godmodder is trying to spread Despair! He is Messing with your Head. (probably?) (Will probably learn more about this later)

Action: I link together our minds more closely in the Communication Network using Mental Power and THE HOPE OF ALL OF US. This allows us to instead of having to defend each and every player separately, to create a Dungeon, where our minds are the Dungeon Core, linked together. All existing and new mental defenses are now together and HOPEFULLY protect all of us equally.

HOPE HOPE HOPE HOPE HOPE

And then, Hope becomes a resource. A power. Something to use.

Our hopes are linked now with my action. THEN, WE CAN HOPE OUR WAY OUT!

HOPE HOPE HOPE HOPE HOPE

We are not doomed. We can do this. You can do this. HOPE. HOPE IS THE WAY. YOU. CAN. DO. THIS.

So then, there must be something new. A change. Hope actions. Full actions, powered by Hope instead of player power. Here, now we can start the reckoning. Lets do this. I HOPE so, at least.

Free Action: To happen after JOEbob is sleeping "Hey JOEbob, what is the connection between our world and the Hexagonical Field. I never actually figured out how said connection works. Because if we figure that out, perhaps we might be able to use a connection using portals, before we all die of our own dreams? Yeah, I have no idea what we are able to do. Maybe Paradoxdragonpaci could help? I really wish you had a plan right now, your ability to make connections in logic might be able to help us. Right before I sacrificed myself, I wanted to let you know why I asked you to attack the Godmodder Nation instead. The reason, truly, is that I had a connection to the void. One of my friends were out there, and the Godmodder's nation was slowly closing into them. Luckily, with my created achrono communication device, I made a connection to them. Luckily, as I hoped, they were alive. Their name was Morph, an old friend of mine. It turns out, however, that he, had a few problems. He was being attacked on all sides, and he pleaded us to help. Luckily, I used my connection to him to locate him, and realized where he was. It gave me HOPE. That I wouldn't be dying today, that all of my friends, and that through our connections with other people we gain insight. I dream and hope that he will be safe. Thank you. I hope you have sweet dreams. We are stuck in a cage. A cage that prevents us from escaping. It is filled with problems. We don't have much to work with, and connecting things is really hard using our few abilities. The prison is connected together with various problems, I hope we can escape. Every time we go to sleep we have prophetic dreams that apparently allow the Godmodder to do something or something... I don't even understand why they are connected in the first place. Stupid Realm of Shadows."

This next part is said to JOEbobobob over the communication link, not said, unlike what is above.

Connection... Connection... Connection... Connect. Connection... Connection... Morpheus... Dreams! Hope! God of Dreams! Establish the Connection... Establish the Connection with the God of Dreams! Now, say the current situation... Say that we are imprisoned after dying for the second time in the Realm of Shadows. Free us, we have no power. Be cautious and be alert.

Free Action 2: I begin to create Mental Defenses out of the power of WILL. Willpower may not be as strong as HOPE, but with Willpower, HOPE becomes much more powerful, as seen with Green Lanterns and Blue Lanterns. I will finish this action with a normal action next turn, but luckily manipulating the mind doesn't require much effort.

Free Action 3: For the world, for love, for life, for all, I sincerely HOPE.

Click to shrink...

You set up a bunch of stuff, including a number of mental defenses...

DUNGEONSCAPE established.

Do i still have my Tech Powers?

Click to shrink...

Unfortunately, the god of technology is dead... that said, since you're no longer bound to him, the limitations (ie inability to use legendary weapons) are also gone. Even if there was a living god to help you, you'd need something special to reach them down here...

[moo, those come from a god, so... if you can still contact the god from here, possibly? but i don't think we can contact things... normally...]
JOE wakes up.
"Wow. that's nice. fun cell to be in, hm... i wonder what's going on, other then us being dead and in cells..."
[waits for recollection to finish. selfpity is useless. does not selfpity. instead, pretends hands are fighting one another. whatshisname talks on loudspeaker.]
"hm.... rubix cubes and shadows, lovely... dreams? don't players already have those? but we're not players any more... A friendly wager? pfft. ... uhuh"
[then arsenical talk]
"well, you could be lucifer, or you might be a high-ranking demon pretending to be lucifer. does he now? just send devils against him and turn them into players. way out you say? ... couldn't you make this a persistent communication channel? ... as far as you know... HRMMMMMMMMM"
[a short pause.]
"Oh. I know. I'm going to have another nap, guys! hey, redrover, can you repeat the following to me intermixed with general information about our situation while i'm sleeping? also, make sure I remain asleep for at least 90 minutes."
this is quite logical, and intelectual, because i am an intelegelectual.
So. we still have dreams, you see.
and who owes me a lot... god of dreams! yep! it's him!
and we still have dreams.
While these dreams are prophetic, if someone talks to you repeatedly while you're dreaming, those words slip into your dreaming self. perhaps you say them there, or think them. who knows. long enough, and the god of dreams will figure it out.
so off to sleep I go! I've actually got some experience with lucid dreaming in real life as well, which should help our chances. the thing i asked redrover to repeat is that we'll need a connection next time i go to sleep, and general information on our situation- mostly the first.

Click to shrink...

Thanks to RedRover's reminder, your dreams naturally drift to Morpheus, the god of dreams...

This will take effect at the end of the turn.

OOC/Communication Channel/Free Action: HI EVERYONE If you haven't refreshed the page in the last 5 minutes I strongly advise you to refresh the page and read RedRovers post again because of some important additions

HOPE ACTION: All my dreams, all my old hopes of being more that a composite of shadows in the background, I pour it into the networks and protective walls for our minds Redrover started above.

Free action/if previous is invalid:

I take the oil lamp down and carefully examine it to see if it has infinite oil, or something similar to that.

Vote: Option 1

Click to shrink...

More HOPE!

You examine the oil lamp. Nothing about it appears to be infinite. You try snuffing out the flame. After a few seconds, the flame flickers back on again. Looking closer, it doesn't appear to have very much actual oil in it at all. It may well be powered through some form of magic.

A man in an odd hoodie is teleported into one of the cells, even he isn't sure which to be honest. He says, "Seriously? Stabbed twice on opposite sides of the torso by the same jerk on the same day? I know this was kind of my plan, but seriousely? I am growing to hate him more with every occurrence related to him, and My hate for Godmodders already could boil infinite multiverses without actually turning it to energy. I am not fond of him either, but we have to get out anyways. Luckily he only seems to take player powers as has yet been shown. Yes, because not having the usual layout did us so much good out there. We are stuck together at least until we leave this stupid dimension, as our powers appear to have been dampened even though they aren't even related to players! Good thing he accidentally caught the corruption in the process though, otherwise we wouldn't be able to do much more than scream in agony before losing all sanity and corrupting the Godmodder's entire food chain. Yes, now others can scream in agony from hearing you jabber for five months straight, and as a bonus you have already made me wish that that nightmare was a part of my being still, wonders never cease with you. Stop moping and let's just get introductions out of the way already. We will in a minute."

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Welcome, Ender_Smirk! If you have any more questions, feel free to ask here, on the OOC thread, or on the discord.

Cephalos Jr, Karpinsky, and Eevee Shadow Bacon glance over as you get up from a corner of the cell. They must have just... not noticed you before. Perhaps you got here shortly before they did.

Free Action: I'm a machine. A war machine. I don't have hope. But I back up other people's hope by simulating some good outcomes and recounting happy events.
Action 1: I jack into JOE's nervous system to give Redrover a fail-proof method of talking to JOE.

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You double-ensure RedRover's message gets through. JOEbob's mind focuses more and more on Morpheus...

I vote for Option 1

Free ACTion: While Aspect Manipulation....is out of Reach,Hope still surrounds us and gives us More Options.Don't give up just yet,this too will pass like all things and when it does we shall once again be free to do as we like.....I reach out to others with this Hope,a burning star that will spark their own and give them Strength in this trying times

Normal Action: I reinforce my Mental Palace,a small Star System with my Core Self somewhere inside it as an asteroid....The Sun actually contains all my Knowledge and whose Light burns Enemy Intruders as well as expose all who enter my Mind....It's currently not in a good state right now.......a Planet carries all Imaginary Beings I have.....they are Powerful and Great Defenders if need be....the Oort clouds hides my Mind from the Prying Gaze of others blocking out the Sun's radiance from sight even as the Invisible Solar Winds subconsciously caused others to overlook my Mind.....after Imaginary Boosting my Sun by summoning Hydrogen into it to keep it running

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HOPE!

You establish the Burning Sun within the Dungeonscape to harry intruders!

I pick up my Shell of a Hero's Blade... "This is for you buddy. We will return to our true forms. Let's break out."

Free Action Focus - HOPE: With the power of my soul, I hope beyond hope.

Action Focus - Faith: I begin to pray with all my heart for the safety of everyone, boosting everyone's ability to generate hope!

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HOPE!

Your prayers bolster the spirits of everyone, who can hear them through the shared communication channel.

Heh, so we'll lose our MIND when we sleep? Jokes on you, I've repeatedly stayed awake for over 48 hours! Sleep is for the intelligent weak!

Hmmm, only one action that lacks Player power...I guess I should have invested more in innate abilities. Welp, time for some pointless 'testing'.

Ripping a decent sized piece of bread from the regenerating bread I walk into the bathroom and coat it in hand sanitizer...then I hurl it at the bars. Time to figure out if the burning effect is temperature based or not. Will the bread burn or not, place your bets now!

Of course I pick up the water bucket while I watch the bread as it sits in contact with the bars, if it does burn I'll douse the bread before we have a fire on our hands.


Edit: With my free action I absent mindedly wonder if it's finally time for what once was lost to return to me. It's been quite awhile after all, reality stop holding out on me!

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The bread just bounces off the bars. A few more attempts, and you're unable to get the bread to light. It would seem the burning effect of the bars is based on some sort of power/,agic rather than the bars just being really hot.

Huh, well this is going to suck...
"Hello there."
"Wait, Determination? Is that you?"
"Yes indeed. I would like to help you for now on."
"Wait really?"
"Yep! For now, it seems like everyone is going with the breakout. I suggest we do so too."
"Well alright then. Let's do it... so, can I call you something else besides Determination?"
"Sure, What is on your mind?"
"I am thinking about... Michel."
"... Alright sounds good."
"Awesome!"

Action 1: I vote to do the breakout

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It looks like the breakout has decisively won the vote!

I use the power of HOPE to create the Blood Starved Beast from Bloodborne in our mind dungeon, to attack any invaders!

I then craft a sword using the bread, and put hand sanitizer on it. I then make multiple copies of my sword.

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You think hard, and create the Blood Starved Beast to defend the Dungeonscape!

You try to craft the swords, but agh... you're too slow... you only have one action per turn!

(I vote for the Prison Break plan.)

Action 1: I break off slightly less than half of the bread and eat the bread into the shape of a rectangular prism (like a tablet for writing on.)

What? I have a plan.

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You eat some bread, and give yourself a generous amount of BREAD PAPER.

prison break

action I reach into my pocket and check if I still have my alysiometer

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Alysiometer? What's that? Whatever it is, it seems to be gone. The inventories of you and everyone else are totally empty.

Leaning against the wall of my cell I listen to the others speak as I consider giving EternalStruggle a kick in the ass after having now been reminded of how the Godmodder got hold of the Starcalibur. But I decide against it because now is not the time. Maybe after we kill the Godmodder I'll do that.

'Option 1 seems to be better then playing in some game the warden has for us which will be stacked completely against us. Probably would just screw us over anyway if we somehow won.' I think to myself as I look over the cell we are in and attempt to spot some weakness in the cell that we could exploit to help us escape.

Then I hear the couple of plans everyone has come up with so far. 'Hmm, I always like building defenses. I'll be happy to work on this. At least it's something to do until we can think of a way out of here.'

Speaking into the communication device that connected me to the other players I say. "Well you got my vote for option 1"

Normal Action:
Then I close my eyes and focus on making a mind dungeon for myself. 'Well due to not having much power I'll like need to craft this in sections until it a dungeon worthy of Gary Gygax, Hmm so what to make first. Well lets start off my making a maze.'
First I make fairly standard box. followed by dropping the object in the center. Then I start adding in the walls. A few dozen dead ends, followed by a couple of false walls leading into hallways that don't lead anywhere, some brightly lit others not lit at all, A couple of bathrooms for the minions, a restaurant for the maintenance crew hidden behind a false wall and a control room to watch the invaders from and deploy traps from which is located in the opposite direction of the object in the center.

'Alright I think that is enough making of the maze for right now. Lets start on some of the traps.' First I place roller mines in different sections of the maze. Basically will detect if a entity has entered within 40 feet of it before then rolling towards them and exploding on contact. Next a couple of flamethrower cage traps which will drop down and trap the invader followed by flamethrowers popping out of the wall and burning the invader trapped inside the cage. 'Now lets add a- oh to much power required for that. Nevermind.' I think a little annoyed that I ran out of power for the Ceiling mines at this time. 'Well I can add them in next. Lets see if the maze is enough for tonight.'


Free action:
As I wait to see what everyone else is doing I start to quickly hum to myself the Mary Ellen Carter. It's a good song, A hopeful song, No matter how bleak things may look one can still work through it and come out stronger for it.

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You add roller and flamethrower cage traps! In an emergency, you can trigger them to seriously hurt all the enemies currently in the dungeon. You also add a few false pathways, which are currently only a minor diversion, but could become more powerful if you added more to them...

HOPE!

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A consensus is reached amongst all the Players, surprisingly quickly and easy: You're breaking out, here and now. No time for games. Today, this prison will fall.

Already, many of you have begun work on a way to escape, or at least have begun properly testing the boundaries of this prison. Some of you try to move your benches, but they're attached to the wall with iron chains. You could take the benches, if you could deal with the iron chains... Many of you begin examining your cells more carefully - and a few of you find that there are a few exploitable flaws in each cell... items, left here by someone or something... nooks and crannies containing various things... flaws in a cell's design... every cell is different. You'll have to work with your allies to abuse whatever you find in your cell!

Right now, you need to work on getting out of these cells. Once you can wander the prison freely, escape will be a lot easier!

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JOEbob drifts off, Morpheus on his mind...

Eventually, he finds his consciousness once again floating in Dreamland. Morpheus sits on his throne, hunched over. His normal upbeat demeanor is gone. He looks... defeated.

Morpheus: ...JOEbob. I don't know how you reached me, but you have.

Morpheus: I can sense how long you've been asleep. It's been too long (three days, to be exact).

Morpheus: So much has happened.

Morpheus: ...The godmodder intends to break his deal. Most of the minor gods are dead by now. There's only a handful left, those smart enough to hide themselves (Myself included).

Morpheus: The godmodder isn't going to let anyone live. He never was. With you gone, he has little reason to stand by his obligation to me.

JOEbob communicated his desires to Morpheus. They need help. Any help.

Morpheus: ...I've accepted death.

Morpheus: I should have long ago.

Morpheus: But you... you shouldn't have to accept death. If there's any hope for stopping the godmodder... (it lies with you).

Morpheus: I can sense a lock on all your minds... something blocking you (from your Player powers).

Morpheus: With all of my power, I can remove this lock (I probably won't have enough time to recharge before the godmodder comes knocking at my door).

JOEbob stands silently. He doesn't want Morpheus to be lost. But at this point... there may not even be a choice.

Morpheus: ...JOEbob, give my greetings to all the Players. Tell them I said... good luck (and godspeed).

Morpheus speaks his last words to you, and sends JOEbob on his way...

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JOEbob awakens, holding a key in his hand. He knows what he was to do with it.

JOEbob takes the key, stands up... and STABS HIMSELF IN THE FOREHEAD! Then, he twists the key! Amazingly, it's actually completely painless. The key disappears, the gap in JOEbob's head heals, and immediately after, everyone feels something within them, bubbling up all at once...!

A small shred of your powers... coming back! Not everything, not even a major amount... but just enough! Enough to be able to do... something!

Base Player Power increased to 1!

With this small amount of power, you can create basic items, make incredibly weak summons, and potentially inflict minor status effects on enemies! Using the tools you can scrounge together in the prison will have better and more consistent effects, so don't discount them entirely!

But now... now, you're feeling prepared.

This prison doesn't stand a CHANCE.

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Within the Dungeonscape, your defenses ready for battle.

The Dungeonscape represents your mental defenses that are trying to block the strain on your collective minds by Cybil's prison! You can spend actions adding defenses to it. However, whenever you go to sleep for any reason, enemies will appear! You can't help your defenses directly, just make more defenses. Your defenses and the enemies will automatically duke it out at the end of every turn. As you take more impromptu naps, the enemies will get tougher and tougher... keep the Dungeonscape secure, and everything will be fine.

JOEbob went to sleep! Right away, a Minor Gobblebeast appears! It attacks the Blood-starved beast, hurting it - but the Blood-starved beast hits back, aided by the sun!

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Players:

CELL A-1:
Captain.cat
EternalStruggle
MooGoestheCow
CaptainNZZZ
Bars - totally intact!
Extra-large toilet and piping

CELL A-2:
That-Random-Guy
Arsenical
Ranger_Strider_
Paradoxdragonpaci
Bars - totally intact!
Cracks behind the benches on both bench-equipped walls

CELL A-3:
Crusher48
General_Urist
That(Other)OtherGuy
Bars - totally intact!
Small locked trapdoor in the ground

CELL A-4:
Bill Nye
Kyleruler
Algot
Bars - totally intact!
Pantry containing a non-regenerating jar of jam and basic cutlery (spoons/forks/knives)

CELL B-1:
GoldHero101
Krill13
FlamingFlapjacks
Winkins
Bars - totally intact!
Dusty Megaphone on the ground

CELL B-2:
The_Nonexistent_Tazz
The_Two_Eternities(has bread paper)
Dragon of Hope?!?
Bars - totally intact!
Abandoned Incomplete prison map

CELL B-3:
RedRover1760
JoeBOB
Daskter(has lightsticks, oil lantern)
Evonix
Bars - totally intact!
Abandoned metal-eating-acid-spitting grenade

CELL B-4:
Cephalos Jr.
Karpinsky
Eevee Shadow Bacon
Ender_Smirk
Bars - totally intact!
Ventilation opening (in the ceiling)

All cells have these materials:
Infinite breadsticks, infinite water, infinite floor thatch, wall-attached benches, a toilet and sink, infinite hand sanitizer, and infinite scratchy toilet paper

DUNGEONSCAPE:

Spoiler

Enemies:
Minor Gobblebeast: 40% health, minor attacking power
Allies:
Burning Sun: 100% health, (small damage to all enemies every turn)
Blood Starved Beast: 80% health, moderate attacking power
Defenses: Medium HOPE barricade, Roller/Flamethrower cage traps (activate to damage all enemies)
Everyone's MIND cores are fully intact.

Base Player Power: 1

 

[Moniker]

Suddenly, a little bit of energy sparks up. As it turns out, it's nearly impossible to completely nullify psychic abilities, or at least my abilities in particular (since a lot of psychic abilities require amplifier thingies that can be taken away from prisoners, but mine don't).

Unfortunately, I've supposedly been declared as the diversion for this prison break. And using player powers isn't a good diversion because then Cybil knows something's up. So, instead i just have to talk with him a bunch.

Action: I talk to Cybil.

"Hey, Cybil, I'm going to want to sleep, but there's no bed, and I have a really hard time sleeping without a bed and pillows and sheets and all that. You do want me to lose my MIND from sleeping, right?"

Regardless of what happens with that, I continue on..

"Well, anyways, I've got a nice story to share. You can like it, dislike it, ignore it, but I heavily suspect it'll be more entertaining than solving Rubix cubes."

Again, I don't care if I get a response or not.

"You see, this is the story of Noctis 32:28, aka the Hive Cult. "

(OOC: the green text is not a link, but Cybil and anyone else listening somehow knows that the text is green even though they're hearing it and not reading it)

"The cult sprung up out of seemingly nothing, on a relatively isolated colony. I say relatively in the sense that it only had about a million occcupants, and the planet's lack of resources discouraged additional arrivals, a lucky coincidence that made all the difference in the end."

"The first evidence of their presence was the disappearances. Over the course of a week, almost a thousand individuals disappeared. Searches were sent out, and not only did they fail to find them, but some of the search teams disappeared as well."

"As the disappearances continued, the colony's militia got involved. After some time, they found something. In the distant sectors of the city, they found a secret hideout inside the planet's cave system, powered by a stolen reactor core. But though they captured the evidence on film, they were suddenly overrun. Wormholes appeared around them, and a horde of red-robed cultists arrived through them. The militia group managed to regroup, take cover, and force a firefight against the cultists, but the cultists responded with an incredible amount of psychic ability, and the militia members dropped one by one from unknown psychic attacks. Then, as the last member of the militia force fell, the psychic assault jumped to the militia commander in mission control. He, thankfully, appeared to resist."

"After this disaster, the colony sent out a distress signal and declared a state of emergency. The city entered lockdown, and this appeared to be successful in stopping further disappearances. But help took a long time to arrive."

"Meanwhile, Terran leadership was up in arms. All signs pointed to the attacks being perpetrated by the Ethereal Legion, the terrifying group of psions that were, collectively, strong enough to rival some gods. They denied the accusation, pointing out that they had no reason to expand outside of their only controlled world, but the Terran Federation was not convinced. Finally, they decided that though the attacks were not their business, a group of rogue psions that were this powerful warranted a response. In a quick agreement, several of their representatives agreed to accompany a Terran elite force in eliminating this cult."

"I wasn't part of that mission, due to being in the proccess of disrupting a demonic invasion scheme. But honestly, had our seers determined the true nature of the threat, my team would've immediately been reallocated to this threat."

"The Ethereal Legion allies identified the location of the base through clairvoyance, apparently having been moved deeper into the cave network to give it even further resistance against potential orbital bombardment. They appeared to be running and disengaging, and the Terran forces ordered an immediate all-out assault, to end the threat quickly. They ignored the advice from the Ethereal psions to hold back until more information could be acquired (potentially due to a perceived conflict of interest), and sent a force deep into the caves to destroy the cultist base quickly. After all, they had the overwhelming numbers advantage, along with half a dozen psions, right?"

Free Action: I attempt to recall the Godmodder's appearance. The Godmodder looks like the individual you hate the most, and right now, given how much of a scum Cybil is, he's my most hated enemy by a massive margin. Seriously, there's taking over worlds for your own gain, and then there's intentionally forcing people to have their MINDs slip away over several weeks, and just sitting there and watching for your own benefit. I can feign not caring about this for long enough to distract him, but as soon as he stops being useful to us, he should either die, go to Hell (and stay there forever), or become enslaved to us as a puppet to further our attacks against the Godmodder.

Now, this may not have applied when I saw him, but I think that effect might change my recollection of his appearance. Now, I should know if this works or not based on whether or not the Godmodder resembles anyone I currently know, or an amalgamate of my known enemies not including Cybil.

Free Action 2: Wait, the God of Strategy should still be alive, right? I hope so, he should know when to run and hide in deep space and/or alternate dimensions. Plus that's just his alias, not his real identity (which I'm certainly not disclosing).

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You talk and talk and talk, while everyone else does their actions. You don't get a response. Maybe you don't need one.

Unfortunately, the godmodder's appearance-morphing effect can't be abused to find out what people you haven't seen look like. After all, even for fictional characters in books, the godmodder only appears as how you imagined them to look like.

I've got player powers now, but not much. I'll need physical material to work with. Now if I could just get this trap door open... HMM! I use the psychic loink we have to start pinging some people.

(not actually speaking out loud, but still using red text to represent communications) Hey Kyleruler, and Bull Nye: You think you could toss that fork you guys have over here? There's a locked door in here and I might be able to use it as a lockpick!

Tazz, Two Eternities, Dragon: Does that map you have show any hidden passages coming out of my and Crusher's cell? I found a locked trapdoor here and I wonder where it leads.

free action 1: I put my pants back on. So much for that scheme.

free action 2: We're supposed to be doing something HOPEful right? Right, hope, I don't work with it that much in the abstract... hmm, what can it...
After a bit of thinking, I start singing the Internationale. Hey, no-one said it had to be the lovey-dovey fairy tale sort of hope.

non-free action will come later, possibly in a seperate post.

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CURRENT PLAN
1 .We build up a mental defense by everyone free action/normal action hoping, so I can use hope powers to hope up a mental defense against the shadows. In Progress.
2. We use infinite bread, hand and inherent powers to craft gear. In Progress.
3. We use the new stuff to create a plan to escape! In progress.
4. DONE: JOEbob's Genius Morpheus Plan worked! Player powers ahoy!
5. Shadow Hope Plan, that Combines all of our plans together into a workable outlet. Still working on it.

((Note, plan may be edited as people think about ideas and other plans))

Bread Plan (by FlamingFlapjacks and General_Urist, and other people)

Dry bread that is flammible. Carleah's Guns. Oil Lantern. Hand Sanitizer that is flammable. Use things together to get a flamethrower.

That-Random-Guy's Wall Breaking Plan!

Hello, my (active) cellmates! I say we firstly focus on getting the benches free, followed with putting metal spikes in the wall cracks, and finishing with hitting the spikes with the benches to crack open the walls even more. (Not entirely during this turn)


Look at everything we have Plan (By General Urist, small addition by me at the end)

Cell A:

A1 Extra-large toilet and piping
A2 Cracks behind the benches on both bench-equipped walls
A3 Small locked trapdoor in the ground
A4 Pantry containing a non-regenerating jar of jam and basic cutlery (spoons/forks/knives)

Cell B:

B1 Dusty Megaphone on the ground
B2 Abandoned Incomplete prison map
B3 Abandoned metal-eating-acid-spitting grenade
B4 Ventilation opening (in the ceiling)

Begin thinking of plans to use these with. We need to coordinate. I'll post plans created by you later. I'm doing Mental Defense still.

Shadow Hope Plan: (By FlamingFlapjacks)

Step 1: I'm going to harness the shadows with the hope, then use the mental block in my mindscape.
Step 2: Someone then knocks me out. Joe, can you ask GoD to talk to me in the dreams? If that goes through, I'll use the fact that the shadows can go anywhere to poof GoD into everyone's mind, giving us a link to him. Then, we use the Hope of the shadows, everyone's hope, the hope of the GoD, the hope of Cybil, the Hope of everyone we can, to poof Disco-chan into here.
Step 3: I enhance crusher's strength, and we make a array of bread flamethrowers and Bread battering rams for each room. Then, crusher and I use lead, strength, gun, and bread to make and give everyone Ammobread alloy to craft whatever they want with. We then use the shadows to scout out Cybil's gauntlet, and then give them Ammobread stuff to grab stuff from Cybil's gauntlet like weapons and traps. The shadows take the stuff back, we use it.
Step 4: Then, with a shitload of equipment, everyone should be in a much better mood, enhancing the hope, and allowing me to poof all of the cell doors in walls in front of the entrance to Cybill's quarters, or the entrance to where ever he is (find where he is with shadows) We get to portal, and use GoD's aid to open it.

Crusher Mental Attack Plan: (Crusher48)
Step 1: Crusher pulls Cybil into a mental battle temporarily for a few rounds. Its likely the site of the battle will be outside the Dungeonscape, so that needs to be well defended first.
Step 2: While Crusher delays, Shadow Hope Plan and [Eventual] Breakout Plan is finished.
Step 3: Then we help Crusher and drain Cybil of all the information we can get, including the password.

DungeonScape Long Term Defense Plan: (by me)

Important: You can only give orders to entities during their creation in the Dungeonscape!

Step 1: Continue HOPEing as normal for a free action if you can. This will both assist both the Shadow Hope Plan and the Hope Barricade.
Step 2: Proceed to pretend that the Hope Barricade is actually a Castle Wall, as it will be when I make it a Castle Wall. This allows us to position troops and turrets on the wall, like Snipers.
Step 3: Create a few more entities on the field to delay as the Hope Barricade is built more, but create most entities to be on the wall. Entities on the wall have two categories, ranged entities, and melee entities. Melee entities are to stop enemies if they build ladders or siege towers from getting over, and should be more of the tanky/shieldy type, while Ranged Entities should be focused on Ranged and Damage.
Step 4: Create Rugged Terrain Defenses in front of the wall, in addition to Moats and Wind. This will help disrupt Siege Weapons from actually breaching through.
Step 5: Miscellaneous Priorities: Bolster the HOPE Wall to be stronger. Prevent Alternate Routes to get to the Dungeon Core from being established. Reinforce Defenses Behind the Wall if it falls, as Multi-Layered Defenses is necessary.
Step 6: Prepare for an offensive invasion against Cybil in Crusher's Mental Attack Plan. If Crusher's Plan is aborted or if he can't influence Cybil, the backup plan for the offensive invasion is an attempt to destroy the source of the mind attack itself.
Step 7: Enhance the current wall with Fire Arrows, Tar defenses, and anti-you-get-shot-by-enemy ranged units defenses.

So now that is done, lets get on with my Action.

Action: The HOPE Barricade is a Barricade? I turn it into a HOPE Castle Wall. What is the difference between a wall and a barricade, some might ask?

A Castle Wall is more durable than a Barricade, because it is thicker! But you know what else thicker means? You can stand on it! You can put ranged entities of all types on a wall and have them fire down on enemies, safe and sound, while enemies batter themselves on your walls. Luckily, there is a counter to walls... Siege Devices!

If I were alone, I would be screwed. I wouldn't be able to do enough at a time... But we aren't alone! There is HOPE! We can counter Siege Devices!

Note: To put an entity on the castle wall, make sure to note it their and give orders at its creation!

Free Action: MORE HOPE! We will do this!

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You upgrade the HOPE barricade into the HOPE castle wall! Very nice. Now it can take a few more attacks.

HOPE!

1] If awake.
"Huh... what now, I wonder?"
so... I'm awake again? well... it normally takes weeks for things to be a problem right?... and we're tied together somehow. one player sleeping should be fine... I set up a device. if it's been 3 days, then freds... already dead, probably. but... morpheus isn't. and while I don't have much player power back... I think I should still be able to do something. come to think of it... attack shield count doesn't scale with player power! so first, I'll heap attack shields on him. that should help, at least...? oh, and some kind of nondetection perhaps... with his help, maybe I can make him another (even more complete) version of the maze? and I did remember an interesting dream recently...
for now, there's no anti-player effect other then us having almost no player power, so my device is set up to send people who are sleeping and not actively resisting (IE: those with no MIND, so shadows) to morpheus' dream realm. mostly, it involves sending the same things that brought me there into their mind, but there's some raw player intention-to-effectness in there just in case too.
[0] if awake
assuming free actions are thing, I free action point out that since it's blood-Starved, it should get stronger the more things its killed. since this is a mental plane, this believe becomes reality.

(((If I'm still asleep and with morpheus, then instead of bringing shadows to morpheus, I give morpheus an attack shield. one players help with a player power of 1 isn't much, but... we do what we can with what we have. OH! and I suggest to morpheus that he try to draw the Shadow players in- I might be able to get them to help too.)))

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Fair warning; if you want to do or give anything to Morpheus, you're going to have to fall asleep. Again. And again. Every time you want to use another action. This is going to place a terrible burden on your teammates.

Your free action falters, because it's not a free action! Since you haven't used a main action yet, you use your free action to buff the Blood-Starved beast to get stronger every time it kills something.

ACTION: Inspect Map.

Leah wakes up. Omniglot is already hovering over her. She sees her two cellmates, and becomes somewhat more cognizant than usual that she's bunking with men.

Great.

She acknowledges Kyle in her room. She doesn't have the paper from before... But.

Omniglot and her wings return-they are a part of her, in a sense. Anything else...

Leah self-checks herself. She can barely access her inventory.

"Defragmentation of memories has only mildly slowed, for now. Query: map on the floor. Inspect?"

Leah goes with Omniglot's suggestion, and picks up the incomplete map, scanning it for as much information as possible.​

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You get the INCOMPLETE MAP! It appears to be of the first floor of the prison. Some other Player must have somehow crafted this through observation. It probably doesn't contain secret/side rooms, but you're going to need to get through the first floor if you want to get to the higher floors.

I carefully examine the trapdoor, before attempting to pick the lock using some incredibly tough strips of hard bread I tore into vaguely lock-picking-equipment-shaped bread strips.

While I work, I notice Urist singing a song. I don't recognize it, but it sounds neat and inspiring, to some degree.
I begin humming along.

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Examining the lock on the trapdoor closely, you can see that it has three catches, each requiring a different method to unlock. Curse of repetitiveness is in full effect here.

Using lockpick-like bread structures, you manage to undo one of the catches. Two to go.

HOPE!

As saddening as our current situation is.... I suppose things are looking up. I guess we really do have something to look forward to huh?
Also: Hey Paradox and That-Random-Guy! I'm liking your plan Random, but before you start pulling, first let me....
1) I summon a sledgehammer and hammer at the cracks in the wall where the benches are.
Also: we can command Arsenical... Oi! Arsenical! Help Paradox pull the bench out of the wall!

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You conjure up a sledgehammer, and start whamming away at the wall! Unfortunately, your sledgehammer breaks after only a few good whacks! You've managed to worsen the cracking in the left wall by a fair margin, but the sledgehammer didn't feel very strong at all...

Arsenical moves to help Paradox, using his action for the turn!

You know we've all died like two or three times each, I wonder what happens next? Do we cease? Is this the lowest level and we just reappear here? Do we go to our proper afterlives? Do we reappear in some other dungeon? If it's the first or third it'd deprive the godmodder of precious mind and if it's any of them then it'd be nice to know. I briefly consider committing suicide before remembering that I fear death and that I'm a [N] player, at least in spirit. I attempt to drown Daskter in the infinite water bucket instead because he seems the least important of my cellmates. I tell anyone who objects (such as Daskter) that it's fine because it's in the name of science.

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You shove Daskter's head into the water, and hold him there until he blacks out! Unfortunately, no matter how long you hold him, he doesn't ever drown. It seems he's functionally immortal - damage just knocks him out. He re-awakens seconds after you yank him out of the bucket.

But, of course, being KOed counts as sleeping. Another minor gobblebeast appears in the dungeonscape!

At 11:59:01 pm since apperantly there's a minute of non cell lockdown.

1x I make sure the grenade is functioning, and I then place it next to the bars. I activate the grenade then I take cover under the benches.

1x I light Evonix on fire then throw him at the bars, it's for science.

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You briefly consider using the grenade, but then realize that it does have "acid" in the name. Furthermore, the benches don't even have side, they're just a slab of wood held up with chains. If you want to use the grenade, you and your cellmates might need a better plan for staying covered.

You light Evonix on fire, and throw them at the bars! The bars zap them, and combined with the fire, are instantly enough to kil- K.O. Evonix! After slumping to the ground, the fire around Evonix goes out immediately. Evonix gets back up a few seconds later.

A Dark Cleric appears in the Dungeonscape!

The bars are totally unaffected.

I use the power of Hope to inspire myself, along with the others!

I create a bell ringing women from Bloodborne, who begins to create soldiers in the Dungeonscape.

I then examine the map, if possible, and tell General_Urist what is on it.

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HOPE!

Bell-ringing woman summoned to the Dungeonscape! The map has already been examined.

"Alright... so we have to deal with a way of getting out of here... I guess we shall add defenses right?"
"I guess that is a logical way of doing things."
"Maybe we can increase the hope barrier?"
"Sure! I can help by boosting the hope charge because... I am the thing that brings hope!"
"Alright cool!"



"Oh uh, sure! Here you go!" *I somehow teleport the fork to Urist*

Action 1: I charge the hope barrier

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You grab a fork from the pantry, focus, and try to warp it to General_Urist! The fork just ends up teleporting a few feet away from you. You grab it and try again, standing close to the wall this time... you manage to get it through to the neighboring cell! General_Urist gets a fork! Good thing your cells were close together, right?

The clearly slightly unhinged man says, "I have an idea, I technically count as a minecraft avatar, And that bench is made of wood. Anyone want to hold the camera feed off me while I test if I am right? This should allow us to get the bench quicker, If you want it usable. Anyone gonna try to help me with this plan?"
He prepares himself, and if anyone helps with the cameras, he quickly gets to work attempting to pick up the bench, as if it was a minecraft block. He is counted as readying his strength for any action if no one helps (Basically 1 cp only usable for minor physical feats. He isn't one to waste effort).
"Side note," everyone hears in their mind "We may have an alternate portal we can get set up out of here, The logic needs more context than bares mentioning now, But I may have a way to get a single portal up. I say this because it is better than a deal with Lucifer, But take it as you will, I just intend to try once we get the password and are in the correct location, Can't guarantee it will work but it is the best I can manage."
Karpinsky, Cephalos, Eevee, and anyone in the cell across from them, notice that half his hoodie shifted colors to a dark greenish teal while that message was being heard. No one is certain what to make of this.
"I just realized that hope is not the only fuel we can use in here, Yes, there is another form of power, one I have plenty of."
Saying this, he starts to focus on every bad thing he had observed the Godmodder do before he entered into the Hexagonafield. From that, he draws forth raw, blinding RAGE. as he does this, the other side of his outfit shifts to looking purple while he does so, ceasing once he is done angering himself.
"The Godmodder cannot actually gain power, no matter how much he thinks he does, from rage. He gains power from Rage Quits, caused by apathy since the rage is impotent. My Rage is anything but impotent. He would drain people through sadness if he could drain energy from emotion alone after all."
RAGE is gathered, giving him a focus as to what to do. This is as well described as violent passion for the job at hand, so it is really just another side to the others' HOPE bit.

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You attempt to put the bench in your minecraft inventory. Somehow, the attempt to suck it up breaks one of the chains holding it to the wall. Good enough for now. Break the other chain and you'll have an entire bench!

RAGE! (?)

Using my player powers, I float myself up and enter the vent.

Free action: HOPE

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You float yourself up a few feet - then your Players cut out, dropping you onto the ground again! You try again, this time reaching up and grabbing the vent before your powers cut out! You use physical strength to haul yourself into the vent, then begin moving forwards...

Eventually, you hit a three-way intersection in the vent. Which way do you go? Straight? Left? Or right?

HOPE!

Thanks! Catching the fork from Kyleruler, I set about bending the prongs into something resembling a lockpick (using a mixture of brute force, heating it up over flaming hand sanitizer, player powers, and using stale bread as an anvil). I give this logic to That(other)otherguy to aid in his lockpicking efforts.

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You bend the fork, and undo another one of the trapdoor's catches! There's only one left, now!

Kyle gains a surprised expression on his face as a new stat appears.
He's also confused on how everyone seems to be referencing him despite being in different places or him not doing it yet. Space-time is weird today.

YOU - P.P. 1
HP - 20/20
MP - 1/1

"... Well. That... happened? Either way, I'll take it."

Action 1 -
Kyle briefly considers making PB&Js for the whole group, but has other things to use the action on. Instead, he uses the jar of jam, combined with the small bit of player power, to make a Jammer - a device that shatters the jam, now extra sticky, below the enemy's feet, making then waste a turn to get it off.

Free Action -
Bending the laws of space-time, Kyle somehow tosses a fork to General_Urist. He now has two forks?

Free Action 2 -
Kyle begins to make a jam sandwich with the leftover jam. Peanut butter will be added later.

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You create one JAMMER, using half the jar of jam! In an emergency, you can use it to delay an enemy in the Non-Dungeonscape realm!

You try to toss a fork, but falter, as its not a free action! Same for the jam sandwich.

Not time yet for the Temporal Guardian's return, very well reality. I'll continue to trust your judgement for the time being as you haven't screwed me over that badly from what I recall.

Hmmm, so the cell I'm in has a extra-large toilet and piping...joy. Welp time to see if what Player Power we've got is enough to create a half decent rebreather in one go, I'd prefer not to spend ten turns conjuring up the necessary parts.

Ripping a piece of bread off before I get to work I toss the fairly large piece of bread into the toilet and flush. I doubt this prison forgot to secure their toilets and I need to figure out what they got. (Free Action)

With that out of the way I begin crafting a rebreather, saving energy by using the infinite bread and toilet paper in its construction when I can incorporate those materials safely. My rebreather won't win anything for its cobbled together look with the basic components and structure reinforced with bread and toilet paper but as long as it works I'll take it. (x1)

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The bread gets flushed down the toilet, no problem. It seems like it might even be easy enough, with all that room... if you really squeezed... for you to fit through.

Captain.cat assists you with crafting the rebreather, and you manage to make one for yourself! This can help you breathe underwater. Since you know the process now, you can make as many as you want as a free action from now on.

Free action: I beam reassuring images of castle walls holding to peoples' heads. (So basically helping other people's HOPE stuff.)
Action 1: I take a bunch of scratchy toilet paper and put metallic granules in it. It's scratchier now, a bit like sandpaper.

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You create Sandpaper! What you use this for is entirely up to you.

HOPE!

Free Action:There' always HOPE,even when everything else is gone.....this small spark may turn into a raging Inferno

Action:Hand Sanitizer...i reignite my inner Flame and see if i can use these things to make a flamethrower after Paradoxifying a few jars to hold the Sanitizer and a nozzle to direct the flame

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HOPE!

Arming yourself with hand-sanitizer, and making bread-based holding chambers and nozzle... you now have the SANITARY SCORCHER! A hand-crafted weapon of beauty! It can use basic fire attacks, for both utility and damage!

Other Players can make this weapon too, at the cost of one action.

I place a the house with way too many places to search into our mental space five random places have keys and all of them must be found to open the door that blocks the path forward

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Incoming enemies now have a random chance to get trapped in a house with too many places to search!

I yawn lazily as I finish typing down the last sentences onto the online report on my work laptop and get up to stretch. Righto, time to get back to business... The work laptop disappears right after.

(Action!)(Hope Action + 1 Action)
(Hope!)
Hope... if there's one thing I'd like to hope for is to meet up my entities again... and to accomplish that I'll need to add defenses between everyone's mind! With thoughts like that, my hope is directed into the fabrication of a more aggressive sort of defense such as the HOPE Ballistae that elevate over and behind the barricade and potentially new wall.

(Action 1)
I muse on what to do before I notice the megaphone laying on the ground pretty close to us, I quickly walk over to it and undust it with my robes (Ew, best to wash it later...) and inspect it for any out of place features.

Of course, I tested it out after handing makeshift toilet paper earplugs to my cellmates and scream into the megaphone a high pitch screech of frustration of where we are and how come we're here and the other basic stuff that includes my frustration over the past events.

I mainly did it to let out frustrations, of course, not to distract anyone or anything.

Definitely not, nope. Just letting out frustration.

Yeeeep, totally not sarcasm or anything...

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HOPE! A HOPE Ballistae is set up!

You test out the megaphone! The sound can be heard throughout the entire prison first floor - even the Players on the other side of the prison can hear you! Very nice. Crusher's story temporarily gets drowned out, forcing him to go back and repeat himself!

Free Action Focus - HOPE: I continue hoping with all my faith!

Action Focus - Pray: I continue to pray, waiting for someone to hear me and help us... or at the very least, further boost our hope production.

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HOPE!

EVEN MORE HOPE!

You can feel all your hope adding up to a legitimate upgrade... It looks like each additional upgrade might take even more hope than the last.

Hope/Free Action: In terms of memories, I am older than all (minor) gods combined. Many of those memories have lost direct relevance, to time or fate or Godmodder. I sacrifice the more hopeful ones to strengthen the Hope Castle Wall.

Action: I pick the iron chain (of the ones attaching the bench(s) to the wall) that has the most cracks around it's answer, plant my feet against the wall, and pull with all the might I bring to bare. If this works and I have time left in the turn, I move on to the chain, then the next, until the turn ends.

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HOPE!

You pull and pull, using a bit of Player powers to boost your efforts, and - YANK! You manage to get one chain off... Do it with the other one, and... YANK! You slip! BONK!

...

You ended up falling down after the bench got broken off, and hitting your head on the hard ground. The end result to you personally isn't worse than a few seconds of being blacked out, but a new enemy has spawned in the Dungeonscape!

But! You now have a free bench, and some vulnerable-looking cracks in the wall.

I am a little bit surprised but also relived to feel a bit of my power return to me. 'Ah, well that's a good feeling.' I think to myself as I feel a pricker of power run down to my fingertips. Looking over I see that my cellmate CaptainNZZZ is constructing some sort of re-breather. 'Eh, I'll help them with that.'

Action:
I focus the small amount of my regained power into my wish. 'Well, Hopefully this still works. I wish for the necessary material for the re-breather to be completed to appear next to me.' It takes a few seconds but suddenly a red flash appears and after it a few odds and ends are left in a neat pile between me and CaptainNZZZ. Wiring, rubber tubes, a bottle of waterproof glue and some waterproof straps, Some clear plastic that could be used for goggle eyepieces and other needed items. Quickly I gather them up and start helping CaptainNZZZ in constructing the re-breather.

Hope/Free Action:
As I am helping start humming a old little tune which I think is fairly appropriate given the situation we find ourselves in. 'Hmm, I wonder if a need to construct a aircraft will come up during this.' I think to myself during a quick flight of fancy. 'Eh, If a bunch of chickens can do it then so can we.' I think to myself feeling a bit more hopeful as I keep humming the tune.

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CaptainNZZZ gets his assistance, and manages to successfully build a rebreather! While you're at it, you make one for yourself as well.

HOPE!

Eyowe finally wakes up from someone putting makeshift toilet paper earplugs in his ears as well as the muffled megaphone-amplified sound that came right after. One of the first things to get his attention as he gets up is the undustied megaphone in Winkins' hands. It can probably be fashioned into a weapon of sorts, assuming Winkins allows him to do so. If he does, Eyowe gets to fashioning the megaphone into a weapon in a corner.

A few moments later, Eyowe comes back with the megaphone, with the exception that the megaphone looks hardly like one, what with all the recent modifications to it. For starters, unlike a regular megaphone's cone which outstretches outwards, this new device's opening is narrowed down to the diameter of a marble. It's not really obvious from the outside, but there are sound amplification devices installed within the device. There also seems to be a trigger mechanism, similar to a gun's, by the handle. Judging by all these changes, it seems as if it is now meant to pierce/heavily puncture objects from afar by virtue of narrowed and intensely amplified sonic waves which simply punctures whatever it hits at such force and precision that it might as well be piercing them, all at the pull of a trigger.

Eyowe dubs this new device, fashioned from the (Un)Dusty Megaphone, a "Sonic Shooter."

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You craft the Dusty Megaphone into the Sonic Shooter! The Sonic Shooter is a weapon of moderate effectiveness, capable of using sound-based attacks to either transmit messages to specific locations very quickly, or blow out something's ears/auditory receiver functions!

Unfortunately, it will no longer be very effective as a megaphone...

(The Sonic Shooter is exclusively in your inventory, but other Players can also use it)

HOPE ACTION: I continue desperately hoping. Hoping for HOPE, but also hoping that I will be able to [S____t] a [P__y] to surpass [H____t] in time.

1 action: I tear off a large piece of bread and set it on the floor between the bars so that part of it is on the inside of the cell and part of it is on the outside.

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HOPE!

You slide the bread through a small gap in the bars. One half of the bread is still in the cell. The other half is no longer in the cell.

Nothing happens.

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The prison is quiet, save for... the distant muffled shuffling of many feet...

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THE DUNGEONSCAPE:

The Burning Sun burns every enemy for a smidgen of damage! The Blood-Starved Beast tears the injured Minor Gobblebeast to bits, gaining more defense in the process! The HOPE Ballistae shoots the Dark Cleric for a fair amount of damage!

The Dark Cleric buffs the new gobblebeast, giving him moderate attack! The new enemy gobblebeast strikes while he's distracted, dealing significant damage! The Annoying Archer shoots the Burning Sun from afar, taking out about half its health!

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MAP:




You've got access to the MAP! The person before you filled out a little bit, so you can see a few places you haven't been to yet. Still, you'll automatically update it as you find new rooms, and rooms you explore will get automatically labeled, too.

Karpinsky uses the collective communication channel to send updates regarding his current location in the ventilation systems. Somebody draws grey lines on the map to represent ventilation shafts!

(NOTE: This map is the product of you hastily updating the incomplete map you found earlier by hand. That's the in-lore reason, that totally makes sense, for why the drawing is sub-par. So DON'T COMPLAIN ABOUT IT.)


Players:

CELL A-1:
Captain.cat (has rebreather)
EternalStruggle
MooGoestheCow
CaptainNZZZ (has rebreather)
Bars - totally intact!
Extra-large toilet and piping

CELL A-2:
That-Random-Guy
Arsenical
Ranger_Strider_
Paradoxdragonpaci (has Sanitary Scorcher, weak fire attack)
Bars - totally intact!
One free bench!
Medium crack on right wall, Major crack on left wall

CELL A-3:
Crusher48
General_Urist(has fork)
That(Other)OtherGuy
Bars - totally intact!
Small locked trapdoor in the ground (1/3 catches undone!)

CELL A-4:
Bill Nye
Kyleruler(Jammer - stuns an enemy for one turn)
Algot
Bars - totally intact!
Pantry containing half of a non-regenerating jar of jam and basic cutlery (spoons/forks/knives)

CELL B-1:
GoldHero101
Krill13 (has Sonic Shooter - can use sound-based attacks)
FlamingFlapjacks
Winkins
Bars - totally intact!

CELL B-2:
The_Nonexistent_Tazz
The_Two_Eternities(has bread paper)
Dragon of Hope?!?
Bars - totally intact!
Abandoned Incomplete prison map

CELL B-3:
RedRover1760
JoeBOB
Daskter(has lightsticks, oil lantern)
Evonix
Bars - totally intact!
Abandoned metal-eating-acid-spitting grenade

CELL B-4:
Cephalos Jr. (has sandpaper)
Eevee Shadow Bacon
Ender_Smirk
Bars - totally intact!
One chain broken on one bench
Ventilation opening (in the ceiling)

VENTILATION:
Karpinsky(at three-way intersection!)

All cells have these materials:
Infinite breadsticks, infinite water, infinite floor thatch, wall-attached benches, a toilet and sink, infinite hand sanitizer, and infinite scratchy toilet paper

DUNGEONSCAPE:

Spoiler

Enemies:
Minor Gobblebeast: 90% health, medium attacking power
Dark Cleric: 75% health, medium defense, minor healing/buffing power
Annoying Archer: 90% health, minor artillery-based attacking power
Allies:
Burning Sun: 50% health, (small damage to all enemies every turn)
Blood Starved Beast+1: 50% health, medium defense, moderate attacking power (gets stronger whenever it kills something)
HOPE Ballistae: Dies when castle wall does, minor attacking power
Defenses: Major HOPE Castle Wall, Roller/Flamethrower cage traps (activate to damage all enemies)
House With Too Many Places to Search (new enemies have a 50% chance to get trapped inside)
Everyone's MIND cores are fully intact.

Base Player Power: 1

 

[Moniker]

Go left. Use player powers to summon a small light to see by.

HOPE!

OOC: Guys in B4 (Cephalos Jr. Eevee shadow bacon Ender_Smirk ) please help me explore the vents.

Thanks!

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HOPE!

You light a little flame and keep going. The vents are dusty and grimy, but not unsafe. The path initially seems to be taking you towards the A-side cells, but then it turns, and you see the exit... it's a drop down into the central Holding Cell!

You peek out beneath you... and you see them. The Shadow Players. There have to be at least a few hundred of them jammed in there! They're packed REALLY tight... but they aren't doing anything. They aren't even moving. Staring blanky ahead. Their figures are all jet-black, and utterly uniform. No unique appearances or anything else to be seen. You know that Players are mostly human, but there should at least be a few non-humans in this bunch, right? But you only see dark human figures...

Wait... you also see something else. Far beneath you, you see... a treasure chest. Just... sitting there, right in the middle. It must have something in it. None of the shadow Players are going for it.

But the chest is FAR below you. If you can't find some way to lower yourself down, you'd have to drop all the way into the cell, and then you almost certainly wouldn't be able to get back up. Player powers could probably devise a way to get you back up eventually, but who knows how long it could take...

Going back and exploring the other pathways is an option, too.

I build a wall of bread between us and the bars. Stacking wet bread onto eachother, it should be enough to abosrb the acid going in our directions. I hide/crouch behind it.

Somebody used the grenade on the bars.

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You build a wall out of pure bread! The bread is hard and crumbly, and probably fairly absorbent. Hopefully, it can protect you from the acid.

Oi! guys in A-1! hammer the wall towards my voice! there probably is a section without any bars where the wall is. We knock it down we can get out of dodge!
1) I summon a roman legionnaire in the Dreamscape.
I HOPE!

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HOPE!

A new Roman Legionnaire ally appears within the Dreamscape! He prepares to fight off the invaders!

[x1] Create Sanitary Scorcher

Leah isn't in the mood to be creative. She creates a copy of the sanitary scorcher through roughly the same methods the other players did.

She then HOPES, because that's a thing now. She's typically not one for hope, though... She's less hopeful and more dead-certain that she would like to see this Godmodder fellow the door to his untimely demise.​

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You give yourself a Sanitary Sorcher!

HOPE!

(Action!)(Hope Action + 1 Action)
(Hope!)
I kneel on the ground, taking a posture to maximized the prayer. My head bowed and my hands open-palmed and stuck together, they point upwards as I began to channel belief-my HOPE- and ask that to whoever can hear this, to lend a hand so that HOPE can be realized.

(Action 1)
Getting up from my prayer, I look at the scratchy toilet paper and immediately start my plans on intensifying the scratchy-ness! I thank the fact that I have some heavy-duty concrete gloves in my work robes and after putting them on. I start procuring the scratchy toilet paper and with careful handwork, compress a LOT of the paper into solid serrated spearhead to maximize the scratchiness. I idly thank the fact that I'm wearing the gloves as I barely feel the scratchy-ness of the paper through the gloves as the concept of scratchy-mess solidify as I compact more of the scratchy paper into it's new form. In fact, by the time I made to finish the spearhead, my concrete gloves were in a state of disrepair and looks like it had been clawed and scratched in a pit of malicious cats...

Compressed Scratchy Paper Spearhead Get?

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HOPE!

You get the Compressed Scratchy Paper Spearhead! You made this using your cell's materials, so other Players can also copy you and create one of these for one action!

This weapon differs from the Sanitary Scorcher in that its significantly more powerful, yet also, only one use. You can also throw it! You know, in an emergency.

Action: I continue sharing a story with Cybil.

"It was a trap. Somehow, even the Ethereal Legion psions were unable to stop the threat, and in fact they struggled to even identify the source of the threat. The attack didn't hit them directly, but rather moved through the telepathic communications link and up the chain of command, first. By the time that was discovered, the suborned commanders had already given them the order to split up to scout the area where the base was suspected to be located (instead of, for instance, having the psions scan the area), resulting in much of the team being split off and eliminated by firearm-equipped cultists."

"The remaining group was not attacked, and suspicions were raised when they walked into what appeared to be a cultist watchtower without being immediately fired upon. Then, the suborned officerscut the comms channel off from the generals, and started shouting a strange keyword, Noctis 32:28. Everyone who heard this word began to act oddly, almost as if in a daze, before eventually becoming mind-controlled by the cult."

"At this point, the conventional military forces of the Terran Federation were not going to contain the threat. They were forced to call in the ACP (essentially the SCP Foundation with a large amount of additional tech), who immediately executed an information quarantine to counter the infohazard. The entire sector was essentially disconnected from the rest of the Federation, and the colony was presumed lost. The ACP was also forced to address the remaining suborned units that had escaped, and most of them were executed, with their souls held in storage until they could understand and counteract the threat. The Ethereal Legion dealt with the threat to their psionic network independantly, with an unknown level of success."

"It was at this point where I was made aware of this situation, and was brought in to destroy this cult, before its colony could potentially escape the information quarantine. I was helped by my associates, who you've probably already met."

"This entire incident was caused by a combination of a terrifying Anomaly and poor handling of said anomaly, and it would need to be cleared quickly. Even as my ship landed on the planet, there were already unconfirmed reports of the Anomaly activating on other colonies. They were beginning to slip the quarantine, and if their growth continued, they posed a sizeable chance of taking over the entire federation (or at least forcing the ACP to activate some of their doomsday protocols)."

"When we stepped into the colony, it was in the process of being overrun. We initiated contact with one of the militia groups, and helped them fend off the initial assault. The cultists themselves were equipped with standard light gauss weapons, and were mostly only wearing red robes, although some appeared to be wearing stolen military armor underneath."

"While the rest of my team used their unusual mix of abilities to destroy the attacking army, I attempted to mind-control one of them, but was met by an incredibly strong defense. I attempted to hit another one, and met the same defense. All of the cultists had a near-impenetrable mental defensive wall."

"Wait. All of the cultists might have been inaccurate. After probing enough of them, I came to the realization that they didn't have a strong individual defense. No, they had a singular intelligence."

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Your continue to recite your story, and continue to receive no response! Still, you have a feeling... just because you don't get a response, doesn't mean Cybil isn't listening.

ES hears Ranger mentally, and trusts him. Not doing anything else anyway, he uses his restorted minor powers to summon a one-use portable assault ram, sets it up, and fires its shot straight into the wall, hopefully doing moderate damage since the wall is already majorly cracked.

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WHAM!!!

The wall is almost down! One more good hit and it's sure to topple.

As many rebreathers as I want as a free action...I'll be polite and not try to exploit this. Instead I'll use my free action to create three new rebreathers. I give one to EternalStruggle, one to MooGoestheCow, and keep the last one as a spare. Rebreathers for everyone Cell A-1! (Free Action)

Now time to be serious. While I can fit down the toilet if I don't mind being cramped let's not dive headlong into the toilet just yet. Before I can do that I need something else (two things actually but one thing at a time) thanks to my weakened state, a wetsuit. Thankfully I have some Player powers, a wetsuit made entirely of bread, toilet paper, and thatch would be pretty shoddy.

Now I won't go into detail on the differences between diving suits as the only important things to know about a wetsuit is they work well in warm to moderately cold water, are resistant against abrasions, the sun, jellyfish, etc and, perhaps most importantly, are thin. They're typically only a few millimeters thick which makes them perfect for tight spaces. A nice simple thing to hopefully make up for my natural shortcomings. (x1)

Click to shrink...

You equip everyone in Cell A-1 with a Rebreather!

You also create a Wetsuit! The Wetsuit functions as fairly weak armor, and also makes you totally resistant to all water damage! That said, it isn't absolutely necessary gear and might be a little overkill for a toilet-diving mission. Other Players can copy your methods and make their own wetsuits at the cost of 1 action!

The man says, "HMM, it half worked. Want to tip the other half of our hand? It should work."
He then, with his voices oddly in sync for once, proceeds to open up his captchalogue deck, pulling out an empty captcha card. He proceeds to attempt to place the bench in the card. He mostly does this to check if attempting to put the object into an inventory was why it worked, or if the Godmodder's chains just are awful at blocking minecraft related attempts.
The man, success or fail, looks on into the rest of the prison. He simply looks on, contemplative. The purple voice appears to be in control, based on subtle posture changes. He thinks back, far towards his past, his Homeworld, and how it was lost. He has a sad frown from all appearances. He then shifts, something those paying attention to him notice, to the Green voice. He, at the same time has the same side of his hoodie that had flashed purple while he built up rage energy a few seconds ago, instead flash a yellow, as he says, "There is hope yet my friend. There always is, even when it seems all of reality says something cannot be rebuilt, it can be, if only by the will of those who try."
HOPE is stoked within him.
As that same teal coats the same side as last time of the Hoodie, Karpinsky hears "Working on getting the bench. I have benchkind as one of my specibi, so this will help. I can also use it to get the others up with it mobile. I just need to use it as a platform, and then lift myself up off the ground, preferably with a fulcrum, and I can get up myself without any power use. Conserving power which is already restricted isn't the worst idea. Basically, don't wait up for me."

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You attempt to use a CAPTCHA card to yank the bench off the wall! Once again, it uses not enough force to get the bench off all on its own - but since you already weakened the bench, its enough to break the remaining chain! You get a BENCH! Very nice! You may use it as you please.

HOPE!

Why did my bell ringing woman not get created?

I create a area of effect healer in the Dungeonscape.

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Wait, did... ah, drat. Bell-ringing woman PROPERLY summoned, along with AoE healer!

I made a better map than that poor quality one! Hopefully this helps more.

Action -
Kyle uses the rest of the jam, along with some of the stale bread, a knife, and some player powered peanut butter, makes a few PB&Js for the breakout. Using RPG logic, this should heal people!

Free Action -
With player powers back, Kyle begins to realize that this situation is winnable! HOPE added!

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Much appreciated! For now, I'll stick with the hand-drawn one since it's easiest to edit and upload. I'll try to make sure its at least readable.

(...P-poor quality...)

You create PB&Js! You can use them as medical supplies somehow?? All the jam is definitely gone, but you still have an indeterminately large amount of cutlery to utilize!

HOPE!

Free action: I show people reassuring predictions. The confidence in them isn't great, but it's decent.
Action 1: I get out a blank map, then limber up on into the ventilation system.
Free action: I draw on the map as we go. (The rate of my travel is reduced, but I get a map.)

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HOPE!

Not to worry! The map gets updated automatically, and you traveling to places people have already been is a free action - just so long as you have a logical way to get there! For example, even though Karpinsky sort of had to use an action his first time getting into the ventilation, since he already did it, everyone else can get into the ventilation for free. Exploring new routes is what costs an action.

You move into the ventilation, and end up at the three-way intersection! Which way do you go?

Free action: Hope starts to grow within me. I start to feel like not everything is worthless
Action 1: I tried so hard to imagine the bars as weak as jelly.

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HOPE!

You can feel it... the bars are weakening! ...Just a little. Using this course of action to break the bars will take a while!

[1] so, we know 1 player power, with literally no flavour text, is enough to levitate a person a few feet. since they said float, it wasn't fast, and what we need is ~the cost to keep someone aloft- as a low bound for burst effectiveness, at least, total would be higher since it's over a period of time. average weight of a person: 137 pounds. newtons equivalent to that? 609 newtons. grenade? 180 grams, or less then 2 newtons. so, even with just player power and it being unreliable, I can catch all the acid which isn't aimed at our bars and use it to free those in B2 and B1, and then have some acid to spare. I first catch it by casting bugsby's cat-retrieving hand, which levitates in place and, being a force construct, doesn't get acid'd. its a very thin hand, so it catches everything. then, I create a small cyclone of cyan energy and swirl up a respectable portion... which i levitate to a stop with raw magic right in front of each door, and mold into a blade-shape, cutting the bars off with acid. or at least, cutting them lose. the rest is levitated in bugsby's interposed hand- at a smaller scale- to keep it for the next metal thing that needs a good melt'n.
[0] HOPE! or, more accurately, strong mental belief. it's not hope because this one's justified: I already went to sleep once and i'm fine! my main belief that i think of is that the Bloob-starved beast will survive this round even if it gets hit, because last round it said it was distracted and so took extra damage, but this time it's happened once and it won't be distracted any more.

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You make a plan to attempt to use Bubsy's hand to catch some of the acid! Also, JOEbob, your post is very hard to comprehend. Since it was shorter than normal, I re-read it a few times. Here, let me point out some specific issues here.

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s(Lack of capitalization throughout - that combined with a total absence of any spacing makes it hard to figure out where your sentences end and begin)o, we know 1 player power, with literally no flavour text, is enough to levitate a person a few feet. since they said float, it wasn't fast, and what we need is ~the cost to keep someone aloft- as a low bound for burst effectiveness, at least, total would be higher since it's over a period of time. average weight of a person: 137 pounds. newtons equivalent to that? 609 newtons. grenade? 180 grams, or less then 2 newtons(This is all incredible rapid-fire statistics. I can hardly read it. By listing it like this, I feel lime I'm being forced to blindly accept it whether its right or not, because there's no way I can fact-check all this. Also, you haven't actually weighed the grenade, so you can't know that.). so, even with just player power and it being unreliable, I can catch all the acid which isn't aimed at our bars and use it to free those in B2 and B1, and then have some acid to spare. I first catch it(last sentence, you said "can catch", but this turn you say, "I catch it". You can't just switch from future tense to present tense. You never even stated that you threw the grenade. Keeping track of your tenses would go a huge ways towards making these posts easier to read.) by casting bugsby's cat-retrieving hand, which levitates in place and, being a force construct, doesn't get acid'd. its a very thin hand, so it catches everything. then, I create a small cyclone of cyan energy and swirl up a respectable portion... which i levitate to a stop with raw magic right in front of each door, and mold into a blade-shape, cutting the bars off with acid. or at least, cutting them lose. the rest is levitated in bugsby's interposed hand- at a smaller scale- to keep it for the next metal thing that needs a good melt'n(Rereading this over and over, I still end up glossing over everything. It goes by so fast. Let me rewrite your entire post for you. This is a much easier-to-read version of the post you just made, that still does the exact same thing).

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1 player power without flavor text is enough to move a person upwards a few feet. The grenade is small and probably light, so I have enough Player Power to lift the stuff inside it!

I prepare to use Bubsy's hand to catch the acid the grenade spits out, whenever another Player throws it. Once I have the acid, I'll use just a portion of it on the bars, and save the rest for later.

That's it, JOEbob. That's ALL this post needed to be. Nothing else was needed.

HOPE!

x1 I focus deep inside and from the energies of my Mindscape's Earth,Sun and Moon,i create the Healix Angel who's purpose is to Heal our Mind's Defenses

x0 HOPE!! EVEN WHN THE SUN BURNS OUT!! EVEN IF EVERYTHING FALLS APART!! THERE WILL ALWAYS BE HOPE!! EVEN IF THERE IS FEAR,DESPAIR,HATRED OUR HOPE WILL NEVER GO OUT !!

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The Healix Angel has appeared! It can heal singular allied defenses!

HOPE!

Free Action Focus - HOPE: I continue hoping with all my faith!

Action Focus - Pray: I continue to pray. Maybe I can see an upgrade menu now with my Player Powers returning?

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HOPE!

An... upgrade menu!?

You focus and see... an upgrade menu that lets you unlock new skills! Looks like all that godmodder-fighting you did got you one single Skill Point! With this skill point, you can buy one of three skills to help you escape the prison: Going 2-dimensional! Lockpicking! Or incredible negotiation skills! Which do you choose?

Hearing Ranger_Strider's force from the other side surprises me momentarily but I quickly snap out of it and decide to follow up on their idea. 'Alright, Lets do this.' I roll up my sleeves and rub my hands together before closing my eyes to make a wish.

Action:
'I wish for a Sledgehammer to break this wall down with!' I wait for a few seconds before all of a sudden a flash of red light appears and in my hand is a red 16oz hammer. 'Not quite what I was wanting.' I think to myself a little dejectedly. "Well I guess you will have to do." I say to the red hammer as I grip it in my right hand. With my left hand I knock against the right side wall of my cell leading to Cell A-2. As I knock I carefully listen for a hollow sounding noise. After a couple of knocks I hear one. I knock it 2 more times to confirm and I hear the same hollow noise. "Lets get to work." With that I place the tip of my hammer against the hollow spot before then bringing my hammer back and then slamming the hammer into the spot with a lot of force. After the first strike I can see a small hole has already formed.

Nodding to myself I bring back my hammer again and strike the wall with it and again and then again.

Hope/Free action:
As I am hammering away at the wall leading to Cell A-2 my mind wanders a bit to our current situation. 'Things are going well, we have yet to encounter any resistance as of this time. Hopefully at this rate we will be out of our cells in a few more minutes and be beating the life out of Cybil before he realizes anything has gone wrong.' I smile to myself as I imagine the terrified look on Cybil's face as all the free players descend upon the man and beat him to death before then escaping this prison. I can be blood thirsty at times.

'Hmm, I wonder if we might find Xerath here. Maybe? We got killed by the real world Godmodder while he got killed by the hexagonafield godmodder so maybe it worked differently for him. Well I guess we should keep an eye out for him just in case.' I think to myself as I keep hammering away at the wall.

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Whunk, whunk, whunk, and- CRASH!!

In a flurry of dust and whatever else (lightly muffled by Crusher's story), the wall comes tumbling down. It wasn't a load-bearing wall, thankfully, and the hole doesn't give you access to the area outside the bars - however, cells A1 and A2 are now connected!

Suddenly in the dungeon scape a famous character Appears me operates entierly on Cartoon logic meaning as long as he is around the enemies will fail to acomplish anything at all

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The Road Runner appears! He'll instantly kill a random enemy in 2 turns, once he's got his cartoon-based prep done!

Since key's are fairly simple objects, I just create a skeleton key, which I use to unlock the other two catches. Simple.

Everyone seems to be doing pretty well for themselves. Nice.

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Due to an error, there was only one catch left... but you manage to unlock it!

The trapdoor swings open, and you can smell the must from down below. You see an ancient wooden ladder stretching downwards...

You descend the ladder, and conjure up a new oil lantern to light the place up.

You're in a dirty hole. The walls are all dirt, somehow. The tunnel appears to stretch off info the distance, but its too dark to see where it ends... can you hear... breathing...?

You shiver and look around your immediate area. You notice a treasure chest near you! And also, a note hastily taped to the wall! The note's in some language you don't recognize. You'll need a bit of power to translate it.

HOPE ACTION: One of the greatest forms of hope is the hope of tomorrow being greater and lighter and most importantly better than today, a hope often made real through the advance of technology, and the ascent of magic. As such, the HOPE Ballistae acquires IMPROVED FIRE RATE, which improves rate of bolt fire (1 extra attack every 2-4 turns, starting with this one), and rate of fire fire, which means hit enemies sometimes, catch on fire.

Action: Due to um, mumble mumble mumble scavenge bits of chain, mumble mumble mumble powers of Forge as applied with a magic lamp mumble mumble mumble Macgyver would be impressed mumble mumble mumble THE BENCH NOW HAS A BIG SPIKE ON ONE END.

I then of course set walking to the right side of the spell, using the space to get a decent run-up, then ramming the spike into the cracks at speed helped by the weight of the bench and my own momentum.

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You HOPE! However, your HOPE only increases the power of the barricade! Maybe the barricade could buff stuff on it at high levels?

You take the bench... and... and... AND... SLAM IT!!!

The wall comes TUMBLING down! In the process, however, the bench snaps in twain. It's merely a useless bunch of wood now. That said... the barrier between A-2 and A-3 is now gone! Cells A1, A2 and A3 are connected!

Hoping:
Eyowe takes notice of everyone..."hoping?" Thinking they're doing that for an actual reason, Eyowe also begins hoping for a generally better time.

Action:
Not really having much else to do, Eyowe begins tinkering with the Sonic Shooter, trying to find ways to improve it. Maybe its force could be amplified further to actually puncture through solid objects. Maybe it could be tinkered such that it can cause sound to occur at a directed location instantaneously, without revealing its source.

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HOPE!

You amplify the Sonic Shooter to SUPERSONIC levels! Somehow, this ends up resulting in sound that can only be minimally muffled through walls. You now have the Supersonic shooter!

I nod approvingly at Other Guy's continued locksmithing work. The path will be open soon. Before we go off exploring that trap door, I'll prepare some equipment. Now let's see, how did the Mythbusters do this...

(1 action) I go into the bathroom and unroll massive upon massive lengths of scratchy toilet paper, which I separate into sheets perhaps five meters long. I set to work rolling the sheets into long thin strands, which I then twist together into thicker strands, and so on. I continue to work like this until I have made several reasonable long lengths of scratchy paper rope that could reliably hold up (or tie down) a large adult human.

(free action) twisting all that rope together is a monotonous job, so to pass the time I tell me cell mates a story. It is a story of a man named George Washington and his dream of overthrowing his kingly overlords and creating an independent american republic. I tell of how many times his army seemed on the verge of defeat, but they never once gave up HOPE and thus were able to persevere until their enemies were gloriously driven off!

It may not have been an entirely historically accurate tale, but it was certainly a HOPEful one.

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You make SCRATCH ROPE! Rope made of your infinite supply of scratchy toilet paper. It's not easy on the hands, but its useful for a large number of things!

HOPE!!!

1 action: I reinforce the skeleton of the Blood-Starved Beast, improving its defense.

Hope action: HOOOPEEE

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The Blood-Starved Beast now has significantly improved defenses!

Action 1: My SOUL personally takes cover on the wall as I proceed to cast healing magic using the power of HOPE and Darkness to heal our mental entities. Unfortunately, hope is a limited resource right now, so I begin a plan B.

Free action: I train in dodging.

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Your main action fails - despite your best efforts, you can't interfere directly with the battles in the dungeonscape. Merely make new mental defenses to help what's already there.

Your free action would fail, as it isn't a free action - but since your main action didn't work, it goes through! You now have boosted dodging skills, which you can use however you like!

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Despite your work at escaping continuing to increase in its audacity, you still don't notice anything happening in the outside prison.

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THE DUNGEONSCAPE:

The Blood-Starved Beast and Roman Legionnare attack the remaining Minor Gobblebeast, eliminating it! The Blood-Starved Beast gains 20% higher max health! The AoE healer and Healix angel patch it (and everyone else) up, allowing it to take advantage of the extra health! The Bell-Ringing woman and artillery strike the Dark Cleric, dealing 20% damage! The Dark Cleric then restores the annoying archer to full health, and it shoots the Burning Sun again for 50% more damage!

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MAP:




Players:

CELLS A-1/2/3:
Captain.cat (has rebreather)
EternalStruggle
MooGoestheCow
CaptainNZZZ (has rebreather)(wearing wetsuit, weak resistance to all damage, total resistance to water damage)
That-Random-Guy
Arsenical
Ranger_Strider_
Paradoxdragonpaci (has Sanitary Scorcher, weak fire attack)
Crusher48
General_Urist(has fork, scratchrope)
Bars x 3 - totally intact!
Extra-large toilet and piping

BENEATH CELL A-3:
That(Other)OtherGuy
Unopened Treasure Chest
Path leading into darkness
Note in an unknown language

CELL A-4:
Bill Nye(has PB&J)
Kyleruler(has Jammer - stuns an enemy for one turn, has PB&J)
Algot(has PB&J)
Bars - very slightly weakened!
Pantry containing half of a non-regenerating jar of jam and basic cutlery (spoons/forks/knives)

CELL B-1:
GoldHero101
Krill13 (has Sonic Shooter - can use sound-based attacks)
FlamingFlapjacks
Winkins (has scratchspear - high damage, one use)
Bars - totally intact!

CELL B-2:
The_Nonexistent_Tazz (has Sanitary Scorcher, weak fire attack)
The_Two_Eternities(has bread paper)
Dragon of Hope?!?
Bars - totally intact!
Abandoned Incomplete prison map

CELL B-3:
RedRover1760 (boosted dodging skill)
JoeBOB(prepping to grab with Bubsy's hand)
Daskter(has lightsticks, oil lantern)
Evonix
Bars - totally intact!
Wall of Bread
Abandoned metal-eating-acid-spitting grenade

CELL B-4:
Eevee Shadow Bacon
Ender_Smirk
Bars - totally intact!
One free bench
Ventilation opening (in the ceiling)

VENTILATION:
Karpinsky(overlooking Holding cell!)
Cephalos Jr. (has sandpaper)(at three-way intersection!)

All cells have these materials:
Infinite breadsticks, infinite water, infinite floor thatch, wall-attached benches, a toilet and sink, infinite hand sanitizer, and infinite scratchy toilet paper

DUNGEONSCAPE:

Spoiler

Enemies:
Dark Cleric: 55% health, medium defense, minor healing/buffing power
Annoying Archer: 90% health, minor artillery-based attacking power
Allies:
Burning Sun: 10% health, (small damage to all enemies every turn)
Blood Starved Beast+1: 110% health(120 max), major defense, moderate attacking power (gets stronger whenever it kills something)
Roman Legionnaire: 100% health, medium attacking power
AoE healer: 100% health, weak defense, heals all allies slightly each turn!
Bell-Ringing woman: 100% health, minor attacking power
Healix angel: 100% health, weak defenses, medium healing power
Road Runner: 100% health, instantly kills an enemy in 2!
HOPE Ballistae: Dies when castle wall does, minor attacking power
Defenses: Major HOPE Castle Wall, Roller/Flamethrower cage traps (activate to damage all enemies)
House With Too Many Places to Search (new enemies have a 50% chance to get trapped inside)
Everyone's MIND cores are fully intact.

Base Player Power: 1

 

[Moniker]

Action: I finish the story.

Spoiler: ACP-3197, The Hive Cult

Anomaly Classification Program, object #3197: The Hive Cult

Object Classification: Contained

Containment Procedures: ACP-3197 is currently being contained inside Annabelle Lee's mind. She is not to utilize the cognitohazard under any circumstances. In the event that this cognitohazard is released, an information quarantine is to be established in any affected area, followed by federation-wide scans over a period of at least 1 month to ensure that the cognitohazard has not spread.

Description: ACP-3197-A is an anomalous and variable group of sentient creatures that share a singular mind. To be precise, their brains are physically merged into one, developing a substructure in the brain that is quantum-entangled with a similar substructure in all other affected individuals.

ACP-3197-B is a word, Noctis 32:28, when said by an entity affected by ACP-3197-A. ACP-3197-B can always be identified as having a text color of green, regardless of the context of how the word is transmitted (i.e. if the word is spoken aloud, the listener will somehow know that ACP-3197-B is green). A subject (ACP-3197-C) that hears this word will, after a short incubation period (note: the length of this period appears to be decided by ACP-3197-A, and the longest known incubation period is 1 hour), become added to ACP-3197-A.

Individuals not affected by ACP-3197-A that say Noctis 32:28 are not transmitting ACP-3197-B, and will not spread its effects.

When this occurs, ACP-3197-C's mind will become directly linked to ACP-3197-A. Any mind exposed to ACP-3197-A is overwhelmed by the other minds in the collective and assimilated. ACP-3197-A will thus, over time, assimilate all affected individuals into one singular hive-mind entity.

Incident Report 3197-1: ACP-3197-A was first discovered as a cult inhabiting the remote colony of {REDACTED}. They expanded by kidnapping individuals in the colony, then exposing them to ACP-3197-A until they were assimilated. After growing sufficiently large, they became able to convert larger groups, including several militia groups sent after them. Then, they were able to exploit telepathic command links on a larger invasion force to assimilate the force's commanding officers and begin expanding exponentially. They were only stopped when Annabelle, leader of Team Omega, was able to {REDACTED}, to shatter the hive-mind.

"Whatever this Anomaly was, it was turning individuals into single-minded drones. Now, it was possible for this to be the result of an incredibly powerful psion, if not for the fact that it had been transmitted not only through telepathic contact, but also through a written word."

"With a hive-mind of this scale, our only other hope would be to kill every individual in it, something that would be complicated by the fact that they were spreading on other worlds. I had to engage them directly if I wanted to stand a chance."

"I initiated a focused assault against one of them, pushing against their hive-mind with everything in my power. I did so much, in fact, that the particular individual I targeted had a mental overload, and their head exploded."

"It seemed that each individual in this hive-mind had a limited mental capacity, and was being bolstered by the rest of the collective intelligence. That wasn't very helpful, however, given that detonating someone's head from mental overload was actually really taxing on my energy. In fact, given how it prevented me from assaulting them, it was actually a bad thing."

"I attempted to blitz one of the individual's brains before the rest of the hivemind could support, but was unsuccesssful. It was almost like it was a single mind physically spread across multiple bodies.
The rest of my team managed to secure the area against attackers, and captured one of them for me to experiment on. At this point, out of desperation, I attempted one last move. I let them win."

"I cut contact with the rest of my team, then initiated an offensive telepathic contact on the captured drone, then switched defensively, The hive-mind, seeing their chance, used the telepathic link to deploy their cognitohazard, managing to transmit the message Noctic 32:28 through the telepathic link. Oddly the message was somehow green, despite not taking place on a visual realm. I still can't figure out how that worked, other than the obvious factor that this was an Anomaly."

"To an outside observer, nothing unusual occured. But inside my brain, a connection began to open, linking my mind to the rest of the hive-cult, a development that would be nearly undetectable for someone without my level of mental fortitude. It took almost a minute for this connection to develop fully, before it was utilized."

"Almost instantly, a barrage of mental assault came in, from what appeared to be the entire hivemind. Much of it was the psychic equivalent of a brute-force attack, but with the hivemind having gained control of members of the Ethereal Legion, it was augmented by trained psychic attacks. Had the hivemind actually looked into the memories or knowledge of said Ethereal Legion members, it would've realized that it was making a fool's mistake."

"Well, they almost weren't making a mistake. With how this Anomaly operated, defending against it was less like blocking an intruder and more like trying to suppress thousands of unified alternate personalities, the situation that normally occurs after the enemy's breached your first mental barriers and actually gotten control of parts of your mind, a situation that I had almost never dealt with. Still, though my initial barriers couldn't hold, I was still able to stabilize here."

"Then, I initiated the counterattack. One of my greatest abilities the ability to not just block almost any mental attack, but reflect it, returning the attack to its source with some modification (at least, when I don't just absorb the spent energy for other purposes). I reflected the effort they had spent on their initial assault back into the rest of the hive, in what amounted to a denial of service attack.
I didn't fight the hivemind directly, instead I disrupted the links between each member of the hive, overwhelming them for an instant with a sudden surge of energy into the entire hivemind that almost caused my own head to explode from handling all of it. The individual drones of the hivemind began to shudder, before slowly recovering."

"So, the link between minds in this anomaly was the weak point. Maybe, if I could sever the links, I could free individuals from the hive, reducing the hive's power in the process. As the hive initiated a counterattack (which I easily blocked, again), I searched through the hive, picked out individuals, and sent a small, calculated burst of energy into them, just enough to fry the portion of their brain where the anomalous brain-link occured with only negligible damage to the rest of their brain. The targets of this were shocked out of the hive, their bodies falling into a coma due to having no will left (their individuality having already been eliminated by the hive cult)."

"I continued this for almost ten minutes, freeing a few hundred individuals from the hive. I attempted to focus on those individuals who were outside the colony and attempting to spread it further, but with mixed success. The hive continued to attach new membbers to it through the anomaly, and I was just barely keeping pace."

"Then, in their mad race to spread and assimilate, the hive connected a member of the Ethereal Legion, along with a separate telepathic network of at least a hundred psions. They thought they were making a last stand, but with my aid, they would be able to turn the tide of this assimilation battle. I disrupted the hive and forced most of their assimilation efforts back onto me, while also managing to send a message to the Ethereal Legion instructing them in how to cut out members of the hive cult. They responded with a more optimal method of this psychic attack, capable of cutting out sections of the brain in a far more calculated manner that used as little energy as possible. They also launched these assaults themselves, along with me, and the hive quickly began to lose members faster than it could expand. Over the next hour, the hive was all but obliterated."

"In the end, I became the last member of the hive-cult, but only in the technical sense (given how it was no longer a hive or a cult, but rather an anomaly limited to inside my head). The incident also sparked reforms in the ACP organization, to detect anomalies sprouting up before they could almost grow out of control and take humanity with them. This incident proved that even with a massive amount of technological advancement from the old days, the universe was never completely safe from anomalies."

Now, under normal circumstances I would not distribute this anomaly, even in combat. It's not the most efficient means of initiating psychic combat, and it's dangerous to spread. However, I have made two exceptions. The first was to distribute this effect to the rest of my team for the sole purpose of allowing them to be recognized as a single individual for the purpose of gaining Player powers (making an elaborate setup just to do so).


It may have also affected the other players, but that's less of an issue, given that we've already linked minds to form a singular mental defense. If anything, it would just force you to go up against all of us at once, instead of just me. (Don't worry guys, as soon as this is over I should be able to disentagle everyone)

(ACP-3197 cannot affect Game Masters such as Moniker, due to reasons).

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You keep telling your story. You even deliver your triumphant final line about how Cybil is now under the control of the mysterious keyword!

But, of course, it is just a story. Everything is still silent.

Go back, try center path in vents.

Free action: HOPE!

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HOPE!

You turn around and explore the center path! You head forward a ways, and - ah, there's a grate leading into a room below, along with a lever next to it.

You flip the lever, and the grate pops off and falls below. Up ahead a ways, you see another grate pop off, shortly before the path ends. Below you is...Cells B1 and B2! The Players down below look up... now they, too, can access the ventilation shafts!

Cells B-1 and B-2 can now access the ventilation shafts!

It seems Cell B-3 doesn't have a ventilation connection. Dang.

ES mentally summons the Engage-class War Robot in the Dungeonscape. It only has moderate health and minor defences, but packs a very respectable offensive punch in return.

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The Engage-class War Robot appears! It's going to crush these foolish invaders! How dare they threaten the mindscape!

I translate the note using my universal translator which I definitely now have.
5 dollars says the chest is a mimic.

A truly inspiring story from Urist helps me keep high spirits in these dank depths.

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HOPE!

You translate the note...

"If anyone finds this, please... I dug this tunnel with pure grit, but my MIND is slipping... I'm so alone... and I can sense them, the discarded minions of our cruel master, calling for our blood... finish what I've started! Maybe you can save yourself..."

I start to flood the jail.

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You turns the bucket sideways, and a steady trickle of water begins flowing out! Immediately, it flows towards a drain the bathroom, which catches the water. This flood will probably take some time.

Action:
Eyowe continues work on the Supersonic Shooter, settling for improving its offensive capabilities. He wants it to be able to punch through tough metal with no problem.

...at this point, it looks like Eyowe's just trying to turn this thing into a laser gun except the laser is actually concentrated and narrowed really loud sound.

Hope:
Eyowe hopes to turn the device into a laser gun except the laser is actually concentrated and narrowed really loud sound.

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You make the Supersonic sniper! It can use sound to instantly kill things! Even through walls! It also can't be used as a megaphone at all now.

Hope...? Wait, no, you're just hoping for yourself...

[1] I make a Compressed Scratchy Paper Spearhead. Since it's stronger then a flamethrower but one-shot only, and flamethrowers kill things, the spearhead must be like, really deadly... and maybe it goes boom.
then, I chuck the Compressed Scratchy Paper Spearhead at the wall between B3 and B4, and hopefully break a hole in it. Wham?

[0] Hey, I explicitly said it wasn't Hope! Just for that, instead of HOPE or RAGE, I spend this free action to AGE and HOP. Why? Why NOT?

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You make a spearhead! But it just gets stuck in the wall when you throw it... you retrieve it when you add it to your inventory!

(Thank you, this post was much better)

AGE? OPE?

The man crouches down, waiting around for the Eevee to climb onto the bench he put on his back. He then lifts it up, giving Eevee the boost he needs out. If Eevee doesn't get on, he instead picks up the player, putting him on the bench, before lifting it, followed by shoving it upwards to force Eevee to actually catch the vent and start climbing in. He appears fine with this. He then puts the water bucket on the bench then, offering it to Eevee. He finishes by picking up the bread and soap, and deciding to simplify things, puts it into his captchatory. All the extension of a captcha deck, none of the modus issues. He then places the Bench into his Benchkind Strife Specibar slot. Anyone confused suddenly comes to the realization he just combined his minecraft inventory system with the captcha system for ease of use. He then simply moves to the bars, before staring at the area he knows C1 and C2 should be, trying to see what is there.

"Oh, man going by the name Random-Guy, Could you pass the wood planks the bench shattered into to me. We could use crafting materials. Just set them in a stack, and get ready to get them to me once I think of a plan to translate it to me."
Suddenly the dungeonscape sees a new entity appears. It appears to be like an angel made out of ink, but upon looking at its face, they can see it is full of RAGE and yet, full of HOPE. The mans clothes had shown a quick flash of Purple, and Yellow as it appeared in the Dungeonscape.

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You attempt to look towards C1 and C2... since you're in Cell B4, you can sort of make out the very end of a cell, that looks just like your own... you can't see the whole cell, or even the majority of the cell, but there's nobody in the 20% of the cell that you CAN see.

Hello comrades! It is good to see you! I'll work on opening up A4, the bars there are slightly weaker than here!
Free: HOPE!
1) I create a pickaxe, and start hammering away at the wall to A4
Oi Arsenical! Help me out over ere!

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WHUNK WHUNK WHUNK!

Your pickaxe shatters after only a few tries! Arsenical tries making a drill, which breaks shortly after he pokes a few insignificantly-sized holes in the wall! The wall is now a little weaker... you could probably break it down this way, given enough time.

HOPE! You feel the HOPE wall get upgraded...

Clearly you haven't gone on any toilet diving adventures. Overkill is but a lie!

Fear not though glorious being that writes these high quality updates, I'll be diving into the toilet this turn. One last thing and then I'm off!

Grabbing a bunch of bread I craft myself a small propeller with a hand crank. Propeller, short bit of bread, and then the hand crank on the side. Sadly I had to use my power to get some wire, thatch won't let the crank move the propeller. (x1)

Then I dive headfirst into the toilet, my underwater mobility device (bread propeller) in front of me as I head into the watery depths of the toilet...OW! Gah I probably should have entered the toilet with less passion, I wouldn't have slammed my head. Oh well, forwards into the piping!

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You give yourself a propeller! This lets you go faster in water! Whatever use that might be.

Into the toilet you go! At last! Magical toilet exploration! You manage to squeeze through the pipes without difficulty, and a few seconds later, you exit the pipe! After a few solid seconds of falling, you splash down into a large area full of water... and very dark.

You look around. It seems you're in some kind of sewer. Now that you're out of your cell, the theme has changed again from "dark medieval" to "futuristic chrome", but... the walls are grimy, mossy, and dank. Thankfully, due to lack of use the liquid flowing through this sewer is almost completely water, but it doesn't change the fact that this place is clearly poorly maintained.

Using the light you've managed to conjure, you find a large number of tightly-packed iron bars blocking off the way forward. Through the bars, you can see a treasure chest... and there's a lever right nearby!

Behind you, the sewer stretches off into the distance... maybe. It's too dark to see how deep it goes.

(Damn, wasted my action)
Action: break the bottom off of the hand sanitizer so the slime pours endlessly down across the floor, no better yet I use my weak player powers to augument the hand sanitiser pump with a small two stroke motor to pump the hand sanitiser out at huge speeds, it'll run on a bit of the hand sanitiser flow.

Hope action: it seems like there's little point to putting physical defences in a metaphysical realm aside from the attached emotional and mental value, which I suppose is fairly usefull, anyway I begin encrypting my own mind and soul to make it harder for others to understand, modify or take anything comprehensible from but still making sense from it's own perspective. Prolly take a few actings to complete.

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Hand sanitizer slime is now running endlessly across the ground and into the drain! CaptainNZZZ may eventually feel a trickle of hand sanitizer on his head...

HOPE!

Free action: I continue to hope ("I have a major hand in this by the way")
Action 1: I realize that my mind may not be enough, so I concentrate my power into my arms. I take hold of the bars and I try to pull it apart.

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HOPE!

You take hold of the bars and... GRAAAAH! That stings!

You end up forced to let go, and immediately black out for a few seconds, having done no damage...

In the Dungeonscape, a new enemy appears! Its a medium gobblebeast! Tougher than a minor gobblebeast by a good degree!

Free Action Focus - HOPE: I continue hoping with all my faith!

Action Focus - Pray: I continue to pray. I expend my point on 2 dimensional form! Now I can do Paper M*rio stuff! Coooool.

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HOPE!

You can now go into... TWO DIMENSIONS! This has a vast number of applications, which you will surely soon begin to use.

As the walls of nearby cells come tumbling down I look happily at all the players now teamed up. Though, it seems that we're about to split. One half fallowing CaptainNZZZ down the drain, and the other following Otherguy into the dirt passageway. Being that my equipment won't function well when wet, I'll be exploring the passage.

I tear cell A3's oil lamp down as an extra lightsource, before deciding to improve it a bit first. I grab a big chunk of stale bread and cut it open. I hollow it out with a cavity that's roughly shaped like a parabola, then use a combination of player powers and soaked wall rubble to solidify the cavity's walls and bring them to an almost mirror-like reflectivity. I place the oil lamp inside this parabolic reflector at its focus to create the Bright Beamlantern! It focuses all of the lantern's light in a beam more or less going in a single direction, allowing it to light up things (such as traps and intersections) from greater distance than a normal lantern. With this creation in hand and my scratch rope over my shoulder, I descend down into the dirty passage!

I stop to to think about our situation. We've just been here for a few hours and are already tearing this jailhouse apart. This rate of progress really fills you with HOPE and DETERMINATION.

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You create the OILFLASHER! It's just a really epic name you gave to what serves as a standard oil flashlight. Using it, you scan the area deeper into the tunnel before venturing forward! This also is a process the other Players could repeat, so long as they devoted an action to it.

Up ahead, you see... something moving! As you flash the light on it, it shuffles out of the way... once you advance deeper into the tunnel, you're likely to end up engaged in combat!

HOPE!!

Free action: I beam funny jokes into people's heads, helping them keep up HOPE.
Action: I try the right path.

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HOPE!

Heading down the final unexplored path of the ventilation system, you end up reaching a part that goes upwards even more... you climb a ways, then it goes back to horizontal movement and you continue.

Eventually, you reach an exit. It's a drop into another completely dark room. Do you drop in? You might not be able to get up right away...

I upgrade my Blood starved beast's attack.

I hope we can get out of this cell!

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HOPE!

You upgrade the thing's attack! Beautiful!

(x1) I use the scorcher to heat up thee bars,making them more malleable,and then with Dragon Scales protecting me from the heat,i gingerly push them to form a hole
(x0) HOPE!! which i use to patch up the sun in the dreamscape

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You use the Sanitary Scorcher! ...But, it's just a little hand sanitizer fire! It isn't nearly hot enough to melt the bars enough to move them...

HOPE! Your HOPE fails to patch up the sun, but your healing allies are on the job!

I grab two floor tiles and some bread binding them together using toilet paper to create a sort of crued clothes pin like thing thing

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The floor isn't really made of tiles, but in the end, you do manage to make a giant clothespin!

After knocking a big enough hole in the wall to get through into Cell A-2 and A-3 I decide to take knee on on of the benches and listen passively to the others as the came up with their own ideas. Looking down at the red hammer I can tell it's still in good shape at this time. A few nicks and scrapes marred the hammer but nothing that would negatively effect it's performance.

Action:
Soon I hear Ranger_Strider calling out for Arsenical to help him as he starts to batter the wall separating us from the others in Cell A-4. 'It will likely go faster with two or more of us going at the wall together. Might as well help out as the others seem to want to explore the pipping or the room beneath us. Besides the faster we are all together the better off we will be.' Standing up from the bench I wall over to the wall beside Ranger_Strider and I start hammering away at the wall with him in tandem, Together we assault the wall with our tools. When Ranger_Strider strikes the wall with his pickax I wait for him to pull back and then I strike at the wall at the same spot Ranger_Strider did then after I pull back he strikes the wall again. lather, rinse, repeat until the job is done.

Free/Hope action:
'The DUNGEONSCAPE seems to be going well, Few enemies and lots of defenders. Things in the prison and going well enough, Already knocked down two walls and we have 2 comrades exploring the vents.' With my mental evaluation of things at the moment I feel somewhat hopeful for our escape succeeding.

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You continue hammering at the wall, but your hammer eventually also breaks! The task feels so fruitless... you've managed to make some progress on the wall this turn, but maybe there's an easier way to get everyone linked up...

HOPE!

Action: I give the HOPE Ballista sharper bolts, allowing it to deal more damage!

This is working out well.

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The HOPE Ballista's damage has been upgraded! It is now ready to eliminate foes from its aloof top spot.

Alright, let's do this. I harness my hope powers. All of the HOPEing, all of that, surges through me. I then turn to the shadows, flickering with energy. So many shadows, from past players. Even if they are gone, they still live a bit. And everything hopes. Hell, fucking rocks provide hope. And the Godmodder still harnesses energy from these guys right? We can use that. I stretch my hand out, hope surging through me. I then separate myself from the dungeonscape. What I'm about to do, is dangerous. I then drop my mental defenses, and surge all my hope to my head. Then I force as many shadows as I can in. My mind goes black. I look around.
...well, that's interesting. In front of me lies a giant sphere, representing my mindscape. It appears to have taken the form of a ying yang, one side yellow, hope, and the other the shadows.
How this works:
With the energy of the shadows, I begin raising my fellow player's powers, slowly, with the shadows' energy. Unfortunately, the shadows have a lot of negative energy attacking me, so I have to hold them off.
In the depths of the Dungeonscape, the sphere appears, contained, so players can send some help.
TL;DR: I harness the shadows, and begin powering up my fellow player's powers, but have to fight off the shadows, separate from the dungeonscape
Shadow Dominance: 0% (looking for ways to raise Dominance!)
Me Dominance: 100%

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You enter the Mindscape, concentrating... you're trying to lift more of the mental blocks on your powers! However, this is a major undertaking! You'll need to spend your single action every turn maintaining this... and every turn you're active, more enemies will spawn in the DUNGEONSCAPE! Stay strong...

1action: I grant the Blood-Starved Beast adaptive regeneration, which increases its defense slightly whenever it takes damage.

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You grant the Blood-Starved Beast even more power! Now, it regenerates health back every time it gets hit!

HOPE ACTION: If the way to improve stuff on the is to improve the Barricade, then that's what I'll do. I combine more Hopes of technological advancement (and magical ascent) with similar such hopes from my efforts last turn (and probably hopes from Redrover's current efforts to directly sharpen the bolts) to give the HOPE Castle Wall a Optimism Overcharge Aura, which gives a evenly-split damage bonus to all Player-Aligned entities on the Hope Castle Wall.

Free action: I set the broken bench halves in a stack off to the side.

Action: I compress thatch and coat it with water and combine with leftover bits of metal from the chains (and a liberal dose of Player Power) to create Temporarily FireProof Gloves, which I then give to ParadoxDragonPaci to bend bars without having to touch them directly. (Did you know newspaper + water is used by glassblowers to touch glass near-directly?)

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HOPE!

You give ParadoxDragonPaci gloves with which to touch the bars! It looks like the Sanitary Scorcher was mostly ineffective, however...

[A] Improve Sanitary Scorcher.
[FREE?] Hopehopehopehopehope

[x1] Leah seems more focused on her impromptu flamethrower than anything else. Adding more bread to the mix to ensure further reinforcement, Leah concentrates, Omniglot hovering above.

"Operator, considering data of previously defragmented memory, I find it mildly ironic that you're opting to wield and improve upon a flamethrower," Omniglot quips. "Nevertheless, it is likely one of the few offensive weapons we have available to us, and one of the most potent in our situation."

Leah shrugs as she throws in some of the scratchy toilet paper onto the end, folding it again and again and again-she continues this process until its shaped like a bayonet and with roughly the same edge. She then takes some breadcrust and gingerly player-powers her way into somehow rubbing it into the paper without destroying it, granting the paper some of its hardness. Its scratchy nature, many folds, additional staleness-induced toughness and a little player power ought to make up for the fact it is literally made of paper, here.

With the 'bayonet' done, Leah uses the infinite bread to add additional fuel tanks (filled with the infinite hand sanitizer), more framework (to better hold its internal components), smoother tubes to better let the sanitizer flow into the flame, and in general toughen up and imrpove upon the initial design, hopefully acquiring a little something called the Reinforced Sanitary Scorcher. Now with 100% more bayonet. She finishes the product with her mild player powers, scrubbing away a few quibbles in physics and other such things.

"Operator, time is of the essence; the more we waste time here, the more time we have to lose our mental faculties," Omniglot says. "We must find a way to destroy these bars. Suggestion: Bars are magical, but not without melting point. Use Thatch as burning material and incinerate bars to point where they either break or melt."

Leah nods at this suggestion for next turn (not this one, Moniker!), testing out her newest creation in a non-actiony way just to ensure it works. Satisfied with the results, hopefully, her action is done for the turn.

[x0?]: Leah's hope rises as she sees her new creation, a fierce weapon to combat the dangers of this weird prison-dungeon-whateveritis place that she is now stuck in, that will doubtlessly assail and torment her and her allies as they press onwards. And she very well hopes that she gets to see that Godmodder fellow again, who to Leah just appears as an indeterminate, boring blur, and she hopes that she gets to maim them for good. And she hopes that she gets her memories back in full before then so she gets to understand what's going on, while she's at it-a book to the face of a dog as her last memory of note doesn't really segway into how she got stuck to a flaming meteor with two artificial limbs and an apparently artificial spine, crashing into the Hexagonafield with Omniglot and an Extinguishinator Mark Infinity, among a lot of other weird things. She hopes, though, most of all, that all of this weirdness starts making sense once she remembers everything.​

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HOPE!!

You've upgraded the Sanitary Scorcher to the SANITY SIZZLER! A significantly better version, made with additional cell materials! Your allies can copy this, with one action - assuming they have a Sanitary Scorcher of their own as the base. Also, further improvements are almost certainly going to need better materials of some kind...

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The atmosphere in the dungeon is somewhat heavy. With Crusher's story finished, you wonder how long you can maintain your current stealthy position.

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THE DUNGEONSCAPE:

The Blood-Starved Beast, Bell-Ringing Woman, and Roman Legionnare all use a TEAM ATTACK on the Dark Cleric, destroying it! The Blood-Starved Beast gains another boost to its max health! The Engage-class War Robot and Ballistae both attack the Annoying Archer, dealing enough damage to finish it off. The AoE healer and Healix Angel patch the Burning Sun back up to 70% health!

The newly-arrived Medium Gobblebeast attacks the Roman Legionnare, ripping through its completely average defenses to bring it down to 30% health!

Two new enemies appear, attracted by FlamingFlapjacks core: A Medium gobblebeast and another annoying archer! As a reminder, FlamingFlapjacks core needs to be defended for the next few turns as it brings new enemies in. Defend it long enough, and it'll unlock a little more of your Player powers for you!

Suddenly, the House with Too Many Places to search realizes its slacking! It rolls to take in the new enemies! It takes both of the two new enemies, but leaves the medium gobblebeast already there!

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MAP:



Players:

CELLS A-1/2/3:
Captain.cat (has rebreather)
EternalStruggle
MooGoestheCow
That-Random-Guy
Arsenical
Ranger_Strider_
Paradoxdragonpaci (has Sanitary Scorcher, weak fire attack)(fire retardation gloves equipped)
Crusher48
Bars x 3 - totally intact!
Extra-large toilet and piping

BENEATH CELL A-3:
That(Other)OtherGuy
General_Urist(has fork, scratchrope, oilflasher)
Unopened Treasure Chest
Path leading into darkness

CELL A-4:
Bill Nye(has PB&J)
Kyleruler(has Jammer - stuns an enemy for one turn, has PB&J)
Algot(has PB&J, giant clothespin)
Bars - very slightly weakened!
Pantry containing half of a non-regenerating jar of jam and basic cutlery (spoons/forks/knives)

CELL B-1:
GoldHero101 (2D powers)
Krill13 (has Sonic Shooter - can use sound-based attacks)
FlamingFlapjacks
Winkins (has scratchspear - high damage, one use)
Bars - totally intact!

CELL B-2:
The_Nonexistent_Tazz (has Sanity Sizzler, medium fire attack)
The_Two_Eternities(has bread paper)
Dragon of Hope?!?
Bars - totally intact!

CELL B-3:
RedRover1760 (boosted dodging skill)
JoeBOB(prepping to grab with Bubsy's hand)(has scratchspear - high damage, one use)
Daskter(has lightsticks, oil lantern)
Evonix
Bars - totally intact!
Wall of Bread
Abandoned metal-eating-acid-spitting grenade

CELL B-4:
Eevee Shadow Bacon
Ender_Smirk
Bars - totally intact!
One free bench
Ventilation opening (in the ceiling)

VENTILATION:
Karpinsky(overlooking Cells B1/B2!)
Cephalos Jr. (has sandpaper)(at three-way intersection!)

SEWERS, ENTRANCE:
CaptainNZZZ (has rebreather)(wearing wetsuit w/propeller crank, weak resistance to all damage, total resistance to water damage)
Chest (way blocked by bars!)
Lever(can be flipped!)
Dark path leading deeper into sewer

All cells have these materials:
Infinite breadsticks, infinite water, infinite floor thatch, wall-attached benches, a toilet and sink, infinite hand sanitizer, and infinite scratchy toilet paper

DUNGEONSCAPE:

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Enemies:
Medium Gobblebeast: 95% health, medium defense, medium attacking power
Allies:
Burning Sun: 60% health, (small damage to all enemies every turn)
Blood Starved Beast+1: 120% health(140 max), major defense, major attacking power (gets stronger whenever it kills something)
Roman Legionnaire: 30% health, medium attacking power
AoE healer: 100% health, weak defense, heals all allies slightly each turn!
Bell-Ringing woman: 100% health, minor attacking power
Healix angel: 100% health, weak defenses, medium healing power
Road Runner: 100% health, instantly kills an enemy in 1!
Engage-Class War Robot: 100% health, moderate attacking power
HOPE Ballistae: Dies when castle wall does, medium attacking power
FlamingFlapjacks MIND core: 100% health(attempting to increase Player Power! 0/3 Done! Attracting more enemies every turn!)
Defenses: Massive HOPE Castle Wall, Roller/Flamethrower cage traps (activate to damage all enemies)
House With Too Many Places to Search (new enemies have a 50% chance to get trapped inside)
Medium Gobblebeast: 100% health, medium defense, medium attacking power (finding +1 key every turn!)
Annoying Archer: 100% health, minor artillery-based attacking power (finding +1 key every turn!
0/5 house keys found!
Everyone's MIND cores are fully intact.

Base Player Power: 1

 

[Moniker]

Okay, it should be activating now. Wait, wait, now.

Nothing? NOTHING?

Crap.

Free Action: I decide to channel DETERMINATION, instead of HOPE. We will defeat Cybil, and I'm going to see to it that he personally dies for this. It's not a distant objective, it's a certainty.

Action: I summon an unusual item into my hand, then taunt Cybil.

"Alright, Cybil, I don't know how, but you've managed to resist my secret weapon. But that won't stop me from killing you."

"I've escaped countless prisons, holding facilities, and even afterlives. Your security measures are strong, but I have a number of tricks to beat them."

"For instance, although you've searched us, you weren't able to catch everything. I've hid this in a pocket dimension linked to me, one that you missed during your exhaustive search."

"It's a Weath Ray, one of the most terrifying weapons known. It's actual raw damage value is quite small, and this instance can only do a tiny amount of damage."

"However, it's impossible to block. If I know where you are, I can hit you, and all you can do is run around in circles and hope that I miss. If you aren't moving, I'll be able to scope in, aim at the base of your spine, and delete it, leaving you paralyzed from the neck down for the rest of your life."

"Luckily for you, I don't know where you are just yet. But luckily, that's not all it can do. Right now, I'm going to blow the consoles off of these doors, forcing them open!"

I look over to another cell that's visible, try to see where the door console on the cells is relative to the cell, and then use that to aim the device through the wall at the approximate position of the console. If there is no door control console, I instead fire at the lock on the cell door, and if that's also not present, I aim at what's most likely to be a weak point in the bars. Then, I pull the device's trigger, and a red beam shoots out. It has no effect.

"Luckily for you, I missed. My precognitive aiming ability isn't what it should be. But I have infinite ammo, so I'll keep firing until I land a hit!"

I continue firing every 10 seconds or so, shooting out another red beam.

(Note: I'm making ALL of this up as a diversion to troll Cybil. It's actually just an odd-shaped, chargeable, battery, that projects an illusionary red beam when its trigger is pulled. Real Weath Rays don't have a red beam, they just produce a sonic boom when in-atmosphere.)

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DETERMINATION!

You begin making up a grand distraction! In the distance, you can hear large, metal feet begin to move in your general direction.

I carefully approach and open the treasure chest, wary of danger, but HOPEful of something to further our collective cause.

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You open the treasure chest, as the zelda chest tune plays in the background. Inside is... IS... IS...!

A PICKAXE! You can use this to break loose dirt or stone! Or walls, albeit slowly. You and those near you can share this highly valuable tool.

In fact, you think you can see some loose dirt a bit further up in the tunnel... in the darkness... with that creature.

(1x) The Defender appears in the dungeonscape.
The high defense and minor attacking power, his main weapon is the ability to defend those who can deal much more damage than he can.
His role is to defend the ones who are vulnerable.

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The Defender spawns! The weak shall be defended!

[0] I continue to AGE
[0] I also OPE. interestingly, OPE is an archaic word for Open.
[0] while I'm at it, I HOPE. [0]and I HOPE. [0]and HOPE [0]and furthermore, I HOPE, [0]HOPE, [0] HOPE, [0]HOPE, and let's not forget [0]RAGE or [0]ROPE, and white I do those, it's a good idea to [0]HOPE, since while a [0] HOPE action is utterly ineffective at providing anything but a generic "[0] HOPE!" boost, (I [0] HOPE) it's still good for a generic [0] HOPE boost. also, since infinite free actions, ([0] I HOPE) I can get as big of a [0] HOPE boost as I want, and no matter how small the [0] HOPE boost is, it ([0] HOPEfully) will scale up to something useful eventually. all I have to do is [0] HOPE, and [0] HOPEfully this will [0] OPE some [0] HOPE-radiating doors which inspire in everyone else [0] HOPE because [0] HOPEing gives a small [0] HOPE boost, which will [0] HOPEfully become stronger when i pass a certain threshold of [0] HOPE actions [0] HOPEd in a turn... i [0] HOPE.
[0]... HOPE doesn't seem like a word any more. I [0] HOPE this goes away eventually, but regardless of my [0] HOPE, it probably won't until i've stopped [0] HOPEing every 10 words... i [0] HOPE it ends sooner though, it's weird how [0] HOPE doesn't seem like those letters should fit together. [0] HOPE just... looks weird.
however, I still [0] HOPE and [0] HOPE and [0] HOPE and [0] HOPE and

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also, [0]HOPE. as you can see, there is much [0]HOPE. if I'm doing this, I'm doing it right, my friendo. buddy. chum. pal. homeslice. breadslice. dawg.
[1] OH HEY! we have player power now. and we have that godmodder-energy radiating communication channel. since we have player powers now, we can probably get by without it working that well, we can player-power contact one another... and even if that's not the case, I doubt 1 player power is enough to send the devil's channel crashing down into nothing.
so... I use this 1 player power, and some of the godmodding energy from the com-channel, to make a anti-Godmodder lock. maybe it's a small one. maybe it doesn't scale. i don't know. but I make one, and if it's area of effect is large enough to surround all the players, I use it immediately... that'll hopefully maybe protect us from MIND drain, since that's all godmodder stuff and we're surrounded by not that.

This action is [0]HOPEfully boosted by [0] HOPE.

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You HOPE so hard! So hard, that you accidentally use up all your power getting a little extra HOPE boost!

I give the Blood starved beast regeneration every turn.

I hope everyone makes it out of here alive!

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HOPE!

The Blood Starved Beast is now regenerating! Slowly. +10% health per turn. But combined with all its other amazing abilities...

The man just looks annoyed now. He pulls the bench up onto his shoulder, before pushing it downward towards the ground, giving him enough momentum to grab the ledge into the vents, and then placing the Bench in his Benchkind Strife Specibar.(Reasoning for much of this comes from last turn, but was not addressed) He then turns over to look at Eevee. "Fine, find your own way up then."
He then proceeds to move over towards karpinsky, trying to see if there is a path further towards cells C1, and C2. He figures that there has to be something there. He searches around that are of the vents.

HOPE, and RAGE action (In case my not being clear in that regard was why nothing happened last turn)
He also looks into the Dungeonscape mentally, with Karpinsky being able to see that teal color shift which he seems to be doing more and more frequently. He is appalled that his Rage/Hope Angel didn't appear in the Dungeonscape. It was supposed to be there, even if he had been vague last turn as to where it came from. He then notices the Hope and Rage energy still within him. He then, his Hoodie shifting to half Purple, half Yellow summons up the creature into the Dungeonscape.
They begin to converse again, "You seem like you are feeling better, Jet. I suppose so, Smirk. I suppose your little motivational speech did eventually have some affect on me. You are still a fool though. Good, I didn't want anyone to mistake my hard work on that impression as genius or anything." He seems, even though many things went against him, happier.

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You crawl to the edge of the ventilation system, above cells B1 and B2. You search tirelessly for some way, any way, to go further in thus general direction of the ventilation shafts! You don't find one, but you DO find something the people in cell B-2 missed, using your fresh aerial perspective... one The_Quiet_Watcher! Turns out he was with you, all along! Definitely! And he's here to help!

HOPE!! Keep in mind, hope actions are only worth HOPE/Whatever other thing you can think of, and can't be used to help out in the dungeonscape or anywhere else.

(Action!)(Hope Action + 1 Action)
(Hope!)
I take some time to HOPE in hopes that those enemies in the house won't find the keys and not harm anyone's mind.

(Action 1)
I look at the the the spear in hand and ponder a bit. I then nod to myself as my memories and skills before this whole player and godmodder thing finds its use here as I grab enough floor thatch to start creating a machine to create more the Scratchspear.

I finish it up by adding a hand crank on to the side of the thatch machine and then inserting the toilet paper end into the opening of the machine! Now I just need to crank it so that I can get more spears out of one action!

I sit done after that and mention to my cell that someone can probably create a ladder or rope to get into the vents and that I'll be probably staying in the cell to make more spears.

Click to shrink...

HOPE!

You create the Scratchspear generator! As long as one has access to this generator, you can make two scratchspears with only one action!

Investing in production capacity and industry? Apparently

Free action: HOPE

Main action: Drop down into the area from the left path.

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HOPE!

"Left path" is so non-specific... I assume you mean in the mysterious dark room, since otherwise you would've said "holding cell", and the pathway to that room is generally left?

You drop down! It's a longer fall than you expected! Since you didn't do anything to cushion yourself, you land HARD, and black out for a few seconds. A new enemy has spawned in the Dungeonscape! The HWTMPTS fails to grab them.

You quickly recover from this minor error, and set about lighting the area as best as you can. This place is VERY dusty and grimy - its been abandoned for some time. In spite of that, there's a lot in here that looks important... you see a lot of machines that look like robots, but its too dark for you to get the complete picture of this room. Eventually, you stumble upon a locked door, as well as a sealed exit door that leads out to the main hallway.

Looking back up, the ventilation opening is a WAYS up there. You could get back up, but you'd need multiple actions to do so at your current Player power. For now, there's no easy retreat back...

Hope Action: The House With Too Many Places Too Search suddenly starts being a lot more slippery. Searching entities shall find they sometimes slip, bang their head upon one of the many pieces of furniture that require careful searching beneath and between and lose a turn being dazed and having found themselves on the floor.

Action Action: I use all of my power for this turn in aide of my Hope Action

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Enemies within the house now have a 50% chance not to find a key! Because they're too busy getting bonked on all the furniture!

"So... seems like everyone is making weaponry, huh? Might as well join in."

Action 1 -
Kyle picks up one of the knives from the infinite cutlery. Although not actually useful in a combat situation, better than nothing.

Wait.... why not enhance it?

Although only having a knife to work with, Kyle realizes that there are other things too - mainly, SOUL. The knife, although still plastic, begins to take an edge. It flashes a deep red before becoming a steak knife instead of the simple butter knife it was before.

EQUIP -
Weapon -- Nothing --> Steak Knife
Attack -- 1 --> 5

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You create the STEAK KNIFE! Its useful for stabbing things! And its pretty durable, too! Probably does more damage than the sanitary sizzler, at the cost of losing the burning effect. This creation can be replicated for an action, but only by people with access to the cutlery.

A: ...Let's not burn the bars on second thought. Let's make armor instead.
FREE?: Hope, Determination, Dreams, Memories, Hope again.

[x1] A 'minor' fire attack clearly wouldn't work against the bars, but perhaps a medium one?

...Leah then realizes she's in a massive room filled with flammable materials. All of 1 player power probably won't save her buttox from multiple 'deaths' and eventually loss of this 'MIND' quality. That's a bad idea. At the same time, the ventilation shafts now appear to be an option for her.

...Prepare, prepare, prepare. They do not have much time to waste, but the other players hustle and bustle with plenty of business. Now that she's armed, now she needs defense of some sort.

She takes out the stale bread and the thatch. The thatch is likely the most 'comfortable' thing in the room that she has an infinite quantity of, so she figures that proper application would do to make the insides of her armor (yes, she's making armor) more comfortable. The bread, the hardest thing there, is obviously the padding, pretty much only so because of her lack of any other sufficient material moldable enough, while still being the hardest thing there on account of being stale. I mean, seriously, that thing is like bendable rock.

"Operator is attempting to arm themselves. We will send over schematics for the armor over the channel when it is completed," Omniglot quips as it moves around, helping speed up the process a little by cutting up some of the bread into desirable body-covering shapes.

Leah thinks to herself, all the while... Her arms have been completely static before. Perhaps they were running off of player power? Well, they still functioned perfectly fine as regular arms even with no player power at all. She might want to consider testing this, later, when this is all over, but before they just seemed to be on auto-pilot, doing whatever they wanted (which always ended up helping Leah) with only mild prompt. Perhaps it may benefit her to learn how to actively control the arms, just in case.

She focuses... The arm of liquid cobalt crystal and the arm of hollow gold react, to her surprise, immediately-and this time, she feels what's going on, like her brain's on fire, thoroughly aware of exactly how those arms move. Not in a painful sense, though-she quickly gets to grips with her new... Feelings, and immediately tries to tap, as deep as she can.

That'd probably be a stupid idea in any other circumstance, but for this one, it's only a waste of time-she barely goes deeper than the surface before she cognizes a massive mental blockade preventing her from doing much more. She backs off, mentally, instead concentrating on what she can manipulate-which, to all present, is definitely the form of gold/cobalt tendrils, taking the bread and efficiently chopping it, creating screws, nails, and plates out of sheer bread crust as Leah sees fit, with just a few pinches of water to grease the wheels. As her main hands and Omniglot carve up the individual shapes of bread into breastplates, greaves and more, so to do the tendrils, fixating on the minor details-little rough patches, tiny problems, and otherwise keeping out of the way of Leah and Omniglot, operating deftly and without intrusion nor error.

When they're all done, Leah looks somewhat similar to a knight, if knights made armor out of bread and thatch; her face is now totally obscured, and while it is likely her design decision, only her arms (neither of which look like they'll be damaged by much of anything) remain uncovered. A set of gauntlets are attached to two hoops near the waistline, though, so anyone copying the armor would get a full set.

Leah has crafted the Baker's Dofense. To save Moniker the effort of having to type out that everyone else can craft it, and as its been the case before, any other player can copy the Baker's Dofense (or possibly a slightly lesser variation, if Leah's done like a knockout job) with one action. The Baker's Dofense is a defensive implement worn on the body as a tough armor that will make it harder for random pains to assault and KO you while in the Prison. Due to being made of bread, it's unlikely to be improved without better resources, but due to being made of bread, it does not do much to impede movement.

[x0?] Leah hopes this armor will protect her in the inevitable battles ahead, carry her straight out of this jail cell, carry her straight to the Godmodder's face, and enable her to punch it until the Godmodder, by doctor's decree, has been declared completely removed of any bodily part that could constitute a 'facial feature.' She also hopes she can see Fenix again, as little as she knew him. He seemed like a nice guy. She hoped he was the nice guy he seemed like. She hoped that Fenix wouldn't magically vanish with the death of the Godmodder as a Godmodder Construct-ontological inertia, please exist. Hopefully, it exists. Hopefully.

Hope. Leah isn't a hoping person. She's the kind to make hope by tearing it out of the ground and making it herself, metaphorically speaking. And that's what she's doing-she's taking a miserable situation, like Piono did, and turning it into, bare minimum, a last dying spit at her unconquering foe.

...She wonders what happened to him. He must be around here somewhere... Hopefully. He seemed strong, decent, reliable, a person to rally behind.​

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You make the Baker's Defense, named by you! It serves as fairly functional armor against attack. Hmm... does bread conduct electricity?

HOPE!

Action 1: I create the ASSASSIN BOT in the Dungeonscape! If not targeted by the enemy it attacks, it deals double damage in a surprise assassination! If targeted by the enemy it attacks, however, it only deals a fourth of the damage.

Free Action: We can do this!

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Assassin Bot summoned! With slightly modified mechanics for simplicity; it does a lot of damage but only attacks when the enemy won't target it AND will live to be able to attack it.

HOPE!

"... oops... my bad."
"well... now we know what happens when we do THAT."
"Well, I am sorry... I thought the bars wouldn't do something like that."
"... have you looked at the sign outside?"
"wait, what sign?"
I look out the bars to see a sign saying, "WARNING! touching the bars will result in shock and blackout."
"Wait THAT WASN'T THERE BEFORE!!"
"Was it? I am pretty sure that was always there..."
"Whatever..."
I look back to see the sign has now disappeared.

Free action: Despite my mistake I made, I keep on hoping. I can feel my hope getting stronger.
Action 1: I continue to concentrate on a weapon, a pickaxe that is built to weaken the jail's bars. I then proceed to hit the bars with that.

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HOPE!

You design a pickaxe, and hit the bars with all your might! The pickaxe shatters into a thousand tiny pieces! You jump back in time to not get hurt, but it looks like it barely dented the bars at all...

As you land your jump, you feel the ground shift a little under your feet. Huh?

(x0) I add a bit of DETERMINATION to the HOPE to add solidity to the structure

(x1)upgrade my Sanitary Scorcher into the Sanity Sizzler....you know....the name is not exactly the most...hopeful....I will call this particular one the "Flame Purger"

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DETERMINATION!

You upgrade to the Flame Purger! It's a Sanity Sizzler, but renamed.

Free Action: I beam images into people's heads. In these images, there is an oncoming train, but you're standing back from the yellow line and have nothing to worry about.
Action 1: I return to Cell B-4, and make myself a rope of layered paper and thatch, with knots placed at 3-foot intervals.

Would someone in Cell B-4 take the spikes used to secure the bench of the bench and give me them?

Click to shrink...

You create some basic rope! This has a vast number of different uses.

HOPE??

Welp this wall breaking seems doomed... so... Arsenical! Create a lantern and follow me!
1) I make a hammer, and climb down under A-3. I march into the darkness, Arsenical lighting the way, and hit the monster hiding in the darkness!
Free) I suppose this is a good time to HOPE!

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You and Arsenical venture forward! You're at the centerpoint of the tunnel, now... though its dark, Arsenical has his lantern, and you have your sanity! Looking around, you see that the tunnel goes even deeper, there's some loose dirt on the ceiling, and in front of you... is the enemy!

Action:
Work on the Supersonic Sniper does not end. This time, Eyowe is working on securing it as so no opposing force will be able to use it against him and his allies. Turns out, having a device that "instantly kills things" is not something you want to be used againdt you.

...it's probably easy to tell, but he's being paranoid right now.

Hope:
He is putting a lot of hope on this weapon.

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HOPE!

You make the Supersonic Shooter impossible to turn against you. Whenever it's in the hands of an evildoer, it'll shut down automatically. Great! Of course, no matter how evil you become, you've excluded yourself from the regular evildoer tests.

ES upgrades the Engage to the Engage Plus! Or Engage+, either works. This nifty upgrade adds adaptive programming and smart material components, so similar to the Blood-Starved Beast, if its attack is involved with killing an enemy it gets an upgrade.

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Thus far, the other entities have been automatically clearing out of the way so the Blood-Starved Beast can kill-steal. But now, it's no longer necessary! The Blood-Starved Beast now has Engage+! This is going to be the buffest starving beast ever.

Mostly it was to help we avoid getting stuck of the trip through the piping took several updates, seems to be just another case of me overpowering. Oh well, I can always smack people with it!

Well this is a predicament. Do I pull the lever and most likely trigger whatever trap guards the treasure chest or journey into the dark sewer depths, decisions decisions.

...or I would be thinking that if I didn't just pull the lever. Sure I have no doubt this treasure chest is trapped and potentially empty but you never know if I'll find something useful. (Free Action)

Of course before I go by the opened bars I use my Player power to create this simple shape. Large enough for me to be able to crawl through, long enough to stretch across the opening the bars would leave, and somewhat sturdy. A simple item hopefully tailored perfectly to avoid being locked inside with the treasure chest when I place it where the bars used to be. (x1)

Click to shrink...

You flip the lever to release the bars, walk over, and set down a thing to ensure the bars don't just lock back up!

...Only, the bars aren't really your concern. Several pairs of glowing eyes stare at you from the darkness...

Free Action Focus - HOPE: I continue hoping with all my faith!

Action Focus - Pray: I continue to pray. This further increases our hope production! Maybe we can wipe out this whole dungeon with HOPE alone!

Click to shrink...

HOPE!

DELUSION! Oh, sorry, that was just what you got for thinking hope alone would be enough. HOPE!

I dig a trench inside the mental space forcing the enemies to build a bridge in order to get past once the bridge is 100% built it is done for ever

Click to shrink...

You dig a trench! New enemies will need to build a bridge to get across! Ultimately, though, this can only ever delay newcomers...

Looking down at the now broken hammer I let out a sigh. 'Well bugger, We're going to need something a bit more heavy duty to bash this wall.' I rub my right arm a bit as it feels rather strained from the exertion of strength I used when trying to breakdown the wall.

'Hmm, I'll take a break until my arm no longer feels stiff.' With that I sit down on a bench and think about what to do. 'Lets see, Most everyone over here is moving into the basement at this time. Over at the B cells they are finding that the vents connect them together which may allow them to get out. Well all but B-3 at the moment. Odd that it sort of mirrors the broken walls over at our side.' I rub my mustache in thought as I wonder why that is.

Action:
Deciding to dismiss it for now I turn my mind towards DUNGEONSCAPE. 'Well while I'm resting I might as well work on the Maze some more.' With that I mentally start focusing adding to the Maze. Adding in more hallways that lead to nowhere and I work on making the maze even more confusing for enemies inside it by making it so that walls will when out of sight rise up or lower into the ground as well as making the walls self cleaning so if an enemy tries marking down which way they went before then they won't be able to do that due to the walls cleaning it off, Thus making it far more likely for the enemy to stay lost in the maze.

After that I focus on of quality of life improvements for our defenders, Unfortunately I already used a good deal of power so I opted to build a barracks with pretty comfy beds for them.

Hope/Free action:
'Things are looking up for us. The DUNGEONSCAPE is still well under control and FlamingFlapjacks is working on freeing up more of our power. Just need to hold out until then, Which I have no doubt that we will.' I think happily to myself.

Click to shrink...

The maze has been somewhat upgraded! Now, there's a 10% chance new entrants to the dungeon will get lost in the maze, permanently eliminating them! Also, the defenders appreciate having beds, though considering the whole "sleep is death" thing, maybe its a smidge tasteless.

Alright, let's do this. More hope! HOOOOPPPEEEE! I channel more hope, building defenses for the orb. Then I leap in, shoving down Shadows, and blasting apart the HOPE blocking things. My mind takes a big hit, but I soldier on, creating chains, which twirl around, locking down Shadows.
Rate of Orb deterioration slowed!

Click to shrink...

HOPE! The Orb now has slightly better defenses! It's at 120% health!

I spot the creature scuttling around in the dark. Well, best prepare for combat then.

I see that many of my cellmates are working on upgrading their weapons. Being that incendiaries are likely unsafe to use in such cramped underground quarters, I'll do some upgrading of my own. Firstly, I use what little player powers I have to enlarge my fork as much as I can. I clear part of the cell floor free of thatch, dab some hand sanitizer in the empty area, and light it on fire. Time for some armature blacksmithing. I heat the enlarged fork's four prongs up until they glow orange-hot, then I use lumps of stale bread as hammers and anvils to beat then into a circular shape tipped with sharp stabby points. I then alternate between heating the prongs in the fire and quenching them in the water bucket to temper and harden the metal. Lastly, I wrap some stale bread around the fork's shaft to give a better grip. I christen this new weapon the Tetradent of Stabbing!

It gives me HOPE that we can overcome the beasties in the passage.

Click to shrink...

You create the TETRADENT OF STABBING! It looks like it does less damage than the Scratchspear, but it's more durable - and it, too, can be thrown! Attack from a distance with this delightful trident thing!

As usual, allies can replicate this as long as they have access to forks.

HOPE! That's it! You have enough hope! The HOPE wall now automatically upgrades the attack of stuff put on it, like ballistae!

The Quiet Watcher opens his eyes and tries to move, puzzled at how he was still alive. He sits up, only to find himself in a straitjacket and manacles that pinned his hands shut. He starts struggling to get out of his restraints, HOPEful about his chances of getting out of this alive.

Click to shrink...

HOPE!

Ah, how could you forget yourself? You finally wake up, a little later than the others, ready and waiting to return to the land of the living!

Currently, you're in Cell B-2. You have access to the ventilation system for getting around - that's the little grey lines on the map.

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Those in the combo-cell of A1, 2, and 3, hear the steps of a guard draw near. Crusher's firing is luring the guard over! The guard will arrive 2 turns from now.

In the tunnel beneath Cells A-3, A-4, and beneath who knows what else, Ranger_Strider finds himself staring down the face of some old robot. At one point, it was gleaming white, but a long time in this tunnel has made it look brown and dirty. At some point, this thing was likely sent down into the tunnel. It's clearly half-broken, probably too half-broken to communicate with any larger prison network... but it still wants to adhere to its original purpose. It begins creeping towards Ranger_Strider, waving a baton that still manages to crackle with electricity... one hit from that thing will put you right to sleep!

Meanwhile, within the sewers, CaptainNZZZ is facing a much worse dillema. He has no less than three enemies to deal with, and he's all alone. In addition to another old, damp robot, he's also dealing with two sentry robots. The sentry robots have small guns that look like they pack a punch, but the guns are still weaker than the dilapidated robot's baton.

Out of the corner eye, CaptainNZZZ spies... is that a Shadow Player? No time to examine it closely right now...

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THE DUNGEONSCAPE:

Karpinsky's fall attracted an aggravating archer! They're like annoying archers, but stronger!

All your allies focus their fire on the Medium Gobblebeast, managing to slay it! The Road Runner finishes charging its insta-kill attack, and uses it on the new Aggravating Archer, slaying it! For now, the area immediately in front of your defenses is cleared!

FlamingFlapjacks orb attracts 2 new enemies to the field... another Dark Cleric, and an Aggravating Archer! They manage to get through the maze, but get stopped by the trench! Within the House with Too Many Places to Search, both of the enemies inside get lucky and find a key!

The defenses outside of your main line of allies are now so tough, they deserve their own section... "Outer Defenses"! This will classify all defenses that can delay or stop enemies before they get anywhere near you!

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You've already managed to fight a fairly large number of foes in the Dungeonscape. You've cleared the easy initial waves, but now, they're going to start getting tougher. HOPE you're prepared enough.

MAP:



Players:

CELLS A-1/2/3:
Captain.cat (has rebreather)
EternalStruggle
MooGoestheCow
That-Random-Guy
Paradoxdragonpaci (has Flame Purger, medium fire attack)(fire retardation gloves equipped)
Crusher48
Bars x 3 - totally intact!
Extra-large toilet and piping

ESCAPE TUNNEL ENTRANCE:
That(Other)OtherGuy(has pickaxe)
General_Urist(has scratchrope, oilflasher)(Using Tetradent - weak attack, throwable)

ESCAPE TUNNEL MIDPOINT:
Arsenical
Ranger_Strider_
Dilapidated zapbot: 10/10 HP, Zap!A
Loose dirt in ceiling
Path leading into darkness

CELL A-4:
Bill Nye(has PB&J)
Kyleruler(has Jammer - stuns an enemy for one turn, PB&J)(Steak Knife, moderate damage+cutting)
Algot(has PB&J, giant clothespin)
Bars - slightly weakened!
Pantry containing basic cutlery (spoons/forks/knives)

CELL B-1:
GoldHero101 (2D powers)
Krill13 (has Sonic Shooter - can use sound-based attacks)
FlamingFlapjacks
Winkins (has scratchspear - high damage, one use)
Scratchspear generator(use 1 action to make 2 scratchspears)
Bars - totally intact!

CELL B-2:
The_Nonexistent_Tazz (has Sanity Sizzler, medium fire attack)(wearing Baker's defense, medium defense)
The_Two_Eternities(has bread paper)
Dragon of Hope?!?
The_Quiet_Watcher
Bars - totally intact!

CELL B-3:
RedRover1760 (boosted dodging skill)
JoeBOB(prepping to grab with Bubsy's hand)(has scratchspear - high damage, one use)
Daskter(has lightsticks, oil lantern)
Evonix
Bars - totally intact!
Wall of Bread
Abandoned metal-eating-acid-spitting grenade

CELL B-4:
Eevee Shadow Bacon
Ender_Smirk
Cephalos Jr. (has sandpaper, rope)
Bars - totally intact!
One free bench
Ventilation opening (in the ceiling)

???:
Karpinsky
Oppressive darkness(preventing full picture)
Locked door
Sealed exit wall
Mysterious Machinery

SEWERS, ENTRANCE:
CaptainNZZZ (has rebreather)(wearing wetsuit w/propeller crank, weak resistance to all damage, total resistance to water damage)
Chest
Shadow
Sentry bot: 5/5 HP, Bullet!A
Sentry bot: 5/5 HP, Bullet!A
Dilapidated zapbot: 10/10 HP, Zap!A
Dark path leading deeper into sewer

All cells have these materials:
Infinite breadsticks, infinite water, infinite floor thatch, wall-attached benches, a toilet and sink, infinite hand sanitizer, and infinite scratchy toilet paper

DUNGEONSCAPE:

Spoiler

Outer defenses:
Amazing maze: 10% chance to make new maze entrants get lost!
Trench: 0% bridging constructed!
Aggravating Archer: 100% health, medium defense, medium artillery-based attacking power(+30% bridging per turn)
Dark Cleric: 100% health, medium defense, minor healing/buffing power(+30% bridging per turn)
House With Too Many Places to Search (new enemies have a 50% chance to get trapped inside)
Medium Gobblebeast: 100% health, medium defense, medium attacking power (50% chance of finding +1 key every turn!)
Annoying Archer: 100% health, minor artillery-based attacking power (50% chance of finding +1 key every turn!
2/5 house keys found!
Enemies:
None currently!
Allies:
Burning Sun: 100% health, (small damage to all enemies every turn)
Blood Starved Beast+1: 160% health(160 max), major defense, major attacking power (gets stronger whenever it kills something)(+10% HP/turn)
Roman Legionnaire: 30% health, medium attacking power
AoE healer: 100% health, weak defense, heals all allies slightly each turn!
Bell-Ringing woman: 100% health, minor attacking power
Healix angel: 100% health, weak defenses, medium healing power
Engage-Class War Robot: 100% health, moderate attacking power
HOPE Ballistae: Dies when castle wall does, major attacking power
Defender: 100% health, medium defense, minor attacking power
Assassin: 100% health, weak defenses, major attacking power(only attacks when won't be attacked)
FlamingFlapjacks MIND core: 100% health(attempting to increase Player Power! 1/3 Done! Attracting more enemies every turn!)
Defenses: Massive HOPE Castle Wall(buffs castle wall defense attack), Roller/Flamethrower cage traps (activate to damage all enemies)
Everyone's MIND cores are fully intact.

Base Player Power: 1