Update CLXXII (172)
You burrow down into the Earth, feeling incredibly lonely! The large number of miner townspeople working with you stare awkwardly as you sob and moan about how lonely you are! 24m dug!
The Tunnel-Boring Machine is the first part of the theme park...
Your expert miners dig another 10m, finding the ninth die! Yes! But the ground below you... oh no! It's made of the thickest, densest material imaginable! Imagine the stupidest person you know! THE GROUND IS MADE OUT OF THAT PERSON'S HEAD! Nothing can get into or through it! Mining efficiency reduced by 100% - bringing you down to -20%! Without improvement, you can't move any further down through the ground!
MANAGE! Purchases made!
This action, unless somebody else stops it, will take effect at the end of the turn!
You scan the tunnel as the other Players arrive inside it! Your threat/trap scans don't detect anything that can hurt you, and the Godmodder is sitting directly behind the door! You fire your Absolute Zero-Point Cryo Cannon, knowing it can shatter a flimsy wooden door in an instant...
Suppressor C destroyed! You destroyed it so fast, you couldn't even figure out what it was. Now its so thoroughly destroyed there's no way to tell. Oh well!
A point of Absolute Zero is spawned inside the Godmodder! But it only serves as a moderate coolant for the Godmodder's heart. The Godmodder's heart is warm with love. Love... for your attacks failing.
And now for our duel...
Round 2 begins.
(Also I thought I had some clever one liners in my blocks o text but I guess not. *single dramatic tear rolls down cheek*)
Piono looks to his two opponents, and then suddenly splits in three. One for each attack he's been granted. One goes over to both of his opponents, each crackling with energy.
"Alright then, let's do this."
"Alright then, let's do this."
"Alright then, let's do this."
One of me walks over towards Danganmachin. Somewhat reminiscent of that one Jojo meme. Actually that doesn't help too much there's a lot of Jojo memes but I don't have time to go look up exactly which Jojo meme I'm referring to I've got a psychopathic teddybear to kick in the teeth.
Danganmachin readies himself against my attack, trying to prep himself for what my attack will surely be. Whatever he does to prepare, he's probably wrong. Because as soon as I walk up to him I stop, and pose dramatically.
Dangan realizes too late that this pose is me activating my final smash, as he is pulled into a ludicrous cutscene attack.
"LIGHTS!" I point upwards and suddenly several spotlights are shining down on us. Dangan shields his eyes against the brilliant light and suddenly realizes that he can't see anything beyond the spotlights, no arena, no hexagonafield, nothing!
"CAMERA!" I point at him and suddenly he feels his vision go weird, blurring away as if his eyes have become cameras and are motion-zooming away from everything he was looking at.
I pull my hand down in front of me. "Action." I snap my fingers everything winks to blank.
Let's Put On A Show
Dangan suddenly realizes that he's sitting down, that whatever he's sitting on is moving, and that there's music somewhere in the distance in the direction of wherever he's heading to. After a few seconds, an overhead light comes into view, and in the quick moments that it illuminates himself and his ride, he realizes that he's riding some sort of... comfort transport vehicle? That would explain why the cushions are so comfy. There's a box in front of him, labeled "choose a weapon", though they pass beyond the light before he can inspect it. The next light reveals that the box is locked and deactivated at the moment, but something tells him it will be ready soon. There's also a robot driver at the front of the vehicle, but they don't respond when he talks. He looks down and discovers that nothing is rendered below the transport's tunnel, so jumping out is probably a bad idea too. Total cessation of existence due to game engine failure tends to result in losing the fight.
He's resigned himself to the ride just as he realizes that the end is in sight. At the far end of the tunnel lies a massive number of lights, and blaring music. There's a party of some kind going on... No, not a party.
A concert.
As the transport vessel reaches out into the main section, he looks out, he's high up in the air over a massive pit of darkness, surrounded by a crowd of screaming fans. The good kind of screaming. In the center is a massive multicolored dancefloor, with an enormous DJ stand at the center of it. He can't quite make out the figure standing at the records, but he's dead certain it's probably Piono. He hears a click, and the "choose a weapon" box in front of him clicks open. He leans over it, and opens it.
It's empty.
He stands back a second and blinks, then realizes that everything else has stopped too. The music, the noise, even the transport has stopped moving forward. He looks around. Yup, everything's frozen, what happened?
Meanwhile, in the writer's office.
"What do you mean he used the final smash early, we hadn't finished writing it yet we thought we had time to work on the other projects!"
"He used it early I said! You better go find it and finish writing it, ASAP, or we're gonna lose the contract!"
Much panicking ensues.
Dangan waits in the transport. After tossing the box over the side, he discovered that none of the hitboxes elsewhere in the arena were properly put in, since this wasn't supposed to be where he ended up. And the cutscene seems to have disabled his Player powers. In short, he's stuck. All he can do is wait and hope that everything resumes properly...
It can't take that long, right? Piono always comes back and finishes his longposts.
Dangan is nothing but bones, at this point. Starved and Thirsted to the point that he saw no option but to temporarily die in the hopes that the longpost would someday end and he could return to the arena...
Meanwhile back in the writer's (ex) office:
They never found the longpost. It had been lost under the piles of unfinished attacks for various anime characters and JRPG final bosses, and so they had lost the contract. Soon after the business had gone under.
Jerry, the one originally responsible for writing it all sighs as he puts paper after paper into the office shredder. It was all they had left to do before they closed up shop.
Not even looking at the paper, he reached for one that was once intended to detail the ultimate musical showdown in a concert that would never be forgotten...
Dangan, still not having roused himself from being dead, is caught totally unaware when he, along with the rest of the longpost, are put through the paper shredder.
And back on the main battlefield, Piono looks up as he hears a ding.
He puts away his packaged lunch and turns back to where he initiated the final smash.
It's about darn time that it finished. What even happened in there?
He never gets his answer, because Dangan drops out of it flashing red and releasing smoke. He's prime for a KO mode.
"FALCOOOOOOOON!" Dangan looks up at Piono and sighs, closing his eyes. "PAAAWWWWNCH!"
Elsewhere across the arena...
Ender watches as Piono walks towards him. (wait weren't they like barely 10 meters apart previously) Ender readies himself, and suddenly Piono is right behind him. Ender (presumably) dodges out of the way of the enormous beam of black energy that launches out of his hands. Ender spins around only for the beam to wrap around at him. Ender dodges out of the way as the beam criss-crosses across the arena and by the time he gets his bearings again and can focus on other things in addition to dodging, Piono is totally surrounded by the beam on all sides including up and down. Flickering black tendrils begin to wave out of the portions of the beam, then without warning they reach up and outwards. More like an interface screw, because no matter where Ender is standing or moving, they seem to reach up straight towards and around him, coating his view in blackness and pulling him into the void.
Ender suddenly lands with a thud, staring up into a greyish red sky. He groans and stands up, looking around. He seems to be on top of an apartment building in a somewhat wrecked city. As if a war had torn through it some time ago, and then it had been abandoned, leaving all of the already damaged buildings to degrade further. Some buildings are gone, quite a few are mostly destroyed, almost all of them show some sign of significant damage, but a few here and there just look a bit run down as opposed to significantly disturbed. Fortunately, the one ender is standing on seems to be one of those.
Ender surveys the city, it's desolate. The clouds in the sky are churning, and the few brief gaps he sees further up beyond show an angry red sky. Like a sunset over a forest fire, except the whole thing. A few stars peek through it, so it's probably nighttime. The clouds and sky still seem to be glowing a bit themselves, so the city is just sorta dismally grey instead of dark and shadowed. The only major biulding still standing is a massive tower at the center of town. There are lights going up the side of it, and it reaches into the clouds so that he can't see the top of it.
And then there's a crack of thunder. Ender turns around to see Piono rising to his feet on a rooftop across the street from him. "You know, we weave our attacks from stories, and the best stories have raw emotion in them. So perhaps I'll show you a bit of the emotion behind mine. You better have a good return serve for me." His eyes flash brilliantly for a brief moment. "Because I'm not pulling any punches this time around."
Long Live the New Gods
Piono and Ender stares each other down, Piono seemingly waiting for something, Ender on his guard since he knows countering the definitely incoming attack will probably be a lot more effective than actively interfering since that would let Piono just restart it without issue. And then he sees the glow forming around Piono. Little particles of light are moving in around his body, drifting through the walls, air, and ground, and moving into him. Piono closes his eyes for a brief moment and sighs, and when Ender's incoming attempted sneak attack comes to hit him, lashes out his arm with a veil of shadows reaching out and slamming into Ender's face no matter which direction he attacked from and causing the attack to shatter as if it were made of glass and then blow away as if made of dust.
Piono opens his eyes again and tilts his head, the arm jolting sideways and launching Ender through several buildings as another arm erupts out of Piono's back, this one made of some kind of slimy goop but crackling with electricity and flashes of light. He stretches his two normal arms outwards and the light motes rush inwards creating a shell of powerful energy that radiates outwards, burning away any attacks Ender throws at him and launching Ender backwards if he himself tries to approach in any way. In the depths of it he can see Piono's silhouette starting to change...
"Do you remember... all that we've lost?"
Nubs appear around his torso.
"All that we created just so it could fade away into obscurity?"
They reach outwards into longer forms.
"How everything we build here will come crashing down whether we win or not?"
Finally, shapes coalesce at the end of these growths.
"Because I remember. I have not forgotten, and I don't think I ever could."
The light pulses outwards in a burst of blinding light and searing heat. Piono rises in the air, real arms folded, 8 massive extra arms growing out of his back. The one of void and static from before, another of the strange energized goop, a third of living fire complemented by a fourth of blue sparkling crystal. Two more pairs, one made of an arm seemingly carved from glowing magical symbols and an arm built of clockwork and steam apparatuses, the other being made of an arm formed of pure hardlight and the other clearly robotic in nature, adorn his back, making him almost look like some sort of horrific squidgod.
"Welcome to a realm carved of memories and frozen realms that never truly were. Where what I remember and what I truly experienced were molded together and then ripped to shreds. Where old gods danced and played and died in the twists and turns within my own mind as entire universes were fabricated just to get me to fight an even greater evil."
Shadows begin to flicker in the air behind him. It looks like... silhouettes. Figures floating in the air and shimmering into existence. An entire army, and as ender watches they start to become more solid, and flicker, as if beginning to gain color.
"But then I was gone and they suddenly mattered so little as to not exist anymore... It's as they used to say I suppose..."
Two of Piono's arms reach downwards, and using the crumbling building as a launching off point, throw him towards Ender where two more arms grip the pavement and pull him to a stop a short distance in front of Ender, but ripping up the street in the process.
"Long live the new gods."
Player Piono, Form 1: Vessel of Crumbling Memories
And then he attacks, a beam of multicolored energy sweeping downwards and carving straight through the building at ender, forcing him to dodge backwards. Ender rolls backwards and Piono's arms, seemingly spiralling around his back with each step like a wheel, leaving different ones on the bottom with every step he takes. As he marches towards Ender, each arm reaches out with powers that cut down all of Ender's attacks, directing towards him whenever he tries to outmaneuver Piono, launching forward at unbelievable speeds to grab him and smash him through another building as Piono pushes forwards towards him in an unstoppable maelstrom of fire, lasers, and magical blasts that seem to burn through everything, as if somehow slightly more real than anything around them or that ender tries to conjure to stop the storm.
Ender slowly starts to realize that Piono's not actually trying to hurt him. Hit him, yes, but all of the attacks that do land are either deflected even when ender thought he was about to get decked or just weren't very strong. The full force of the aura Piono's arms seem to be providing him with hasn't been thrown at ender yet. Finally, ender winds up with his back against the wall, trapped in a backalley street with actually mostly still standing buildings around him. Piono's extra arms smash into the walls, causing the sides of the alley to suddenly glow with immense power, and Piono launches himself forwards, slamming into Ender and crashing through the wall, sending the two of them tumbling out into a massive ruined plaza.
Here, their duel starts in earnest, Piono for some reason exclusively using his arms though that doesn't seem to limit him much as every single one of them has a variety of powers that twist and grow together when combined in nature. From the miniaturized timestops and blasts of steam from the clockpunk arm to the sudden glitchy repositioning and total disruption of everything of the void arm, Piono lays into Ender repeatedly with a massive barrage of attacks.
"You seem very focused on our little bout here, and while I must say you're still an impressive combatant."
Piono's 'ground' arms suddenly lurch, launching him backwards out of the way of a massive blast of missiles that abruptly ram into ender from the sky.
"You aren't that great at keeping an eye on what's actually going on."
Ender looks up into the sky and see the army of shadows from before, no longer ghosts but still appearing very ephemeral. As if everything, from the gods radiating power to the massive floating war machines, were merely ghosts.
"Or maybe it's because I rigged it against you. Who knows. Hope you can fight on multiple fronts."
And then the waves of attacks begin flowing in, as the figures begin swarming down to assist Piono's incoming strikes. Ender starts fending off the explosions and blasts but realizes partway in that that's not the real problem. Because every so often one of the memory wraiths dive-bombs right into ender_smirk when he's left vulnerable or unaware by the chorus of perfectly timed and powered strikes. The wraith slams into him, vanishing as it does so as if it were never there, but every time one hits him memories begin flooding his head and pushing at his senses, making it harder and harder to actually stay focused on the incoming barrage of attacks.
Memories flood his head as wraith after wraith slams into him. Of children who laughed and played in villages now forever frozen in time, of gods both valiant and sinister fighting with weapons that scorched the skies, of massive metal behemoths built for conquest and the bands of adventurers who joined together to destroy them. Waves and waves of people and places, of smiles, tears, and angry rants. Entire universes just to prop up somebody's memories and then left to decay by the very function that built them and the overwhelming melancholy and anger that runs in Piono's blood knowing that he himself is the only reason for their pointless existence and frozen torture.
Ender starts trying to fight back but it takes a long time to adjust to the flow of memories that rush into his head just to blindside him with emotional and focal instability only to be backed up by an unnoticed punch to the gut that launches him right into the next attack on his mind as the phantasms that assailed him before fade from his mind and memories like a whisper on the wind.
This continues, Piono laying into him with strike after strike both from himself and his memories. Finally, ender's vision begins to clear. He's taken a lot of heavy hits, but it doesn't seem the attack is over just yet...
One of Piono's arms grabs him and slams into the ground again. "Get up. That may have been some cheap tricks on my part, but you stand up and finish this fight properly." So ender struggles to his feet and they resume.
Back and forth, arms and twisted power of memories (though no longer backed by the phantoms, it seems all of them finally either delivered their payload or were dispersed by ender's own counterattacks) versus the great powers that Ender brings to bear to counter them, Piono somehow always being totally separated from Ender's attacks until he finally lands a solid hit, first on one of Piono's arms (which reforms almost immediately) and finally, after what feels like hours of fighting (though in reality is a good deal less) he slams down right in the center of Piono's core.
The arms fracture as Piono tumbles backwards across the pavement, and he collapses inwards. The arms shattering, with the cracks that streak out from them reaching into the world around them out and backwards until they reach up into the sky and pieces of the world begin to cave in and vanish into nothingness.
Ender scrambles back as the world shatters and breaks around him, an awful wind howling around him and beating him back with a power that feels almost like its threatening to drive his very being to extinction. So he runs.
Diving through the crumbling buildings and crumbling patches of existence, he dives through the chaos and oncoming oblivion towards the only structure that seems to still be standing.
Phantoms and banshees, much like from before during the Piono fight but twisted and enraged, fighting and clawing at both ender and his consciousness, flood the streets and try to tear at him, dragging back towards the darkness in an attempt to tear him apart atom by atom and thought by thought.
Until suddenly, he's at the tower. (I hope he made it to the tower, instagibbing him before I've even gotten through the first portion of the attack would be lame). With the 'world' crumbling behind him he blasts his way through the door and then slams it shut behind him. The storm outside pounds against the walls, but it cannot reach in, and soon all is quiet once more.
He looks upwards, the tower is big, and there seems to be some kind of platforming series on the way up the tower. Fortunately it leaves enough space between them to fly... up.
Ender abruptly realizes that his Player powers are being stifled. He's running on physical might and speed alone, no special upgrades, flight, or anything of the sort right now.
He immediately scrambles for the ladder upwards and climbs up it because he knows that if there's something like that about to happen then there's an additional catch.
Which there is. The floor begins to bubble and roil, until it suddenly just shatters entirely, falling away into an inky abyss that rises up and consumes the dropping pieces. Flashes of power and dark energy flicker throughout it all as it begins to rise, heading up towards ender_smirk's location and leaving him no time to rest as it rises, sending up bubbles and blasts of dark energy that punch holes in the already precarious platforming that ender must do to ascend.
He looks down as he begins his mad dash upwards, and he sees Piono looking up out of it. Piono grins, and then sinks down into it again.
Rise Against the Tide of Darkness
Player Piono, Form 2: Raging Despair
...
It abruptly becomes clear to everyone on the outside of the smashpost that Piono doesn't have any ideas for this bit.
There was gonna be a nifty segment where Ender had to fight off a giant shadow monster symbolizes despair and hopelessness while he did platforming but platforming segments aren't nearly as fun to describe as they are to actually go through.
So like, play this game right here, and then mash it with every single Vex game.
If I knew how to make good games in ludicrously short periods of time, I'd do so and upload it here, but I don't even know how to make good games when I have a lot of time so you'll just have to let your imagination do my work for me.
In the meantime, have someelevatorplatformer music.
None of these are actually elevator music.
I lied about it being elevator music.
If I'm being totally honest...
It's really just an excuse to give music recommendations.
Better than me wasting 3 hours trying to think up uninspired longpost text though, right?
Nobody wants to read that.
To be honest I don't want to write it.
So instead you get this.
Me stalling you with music recommendations.
Yuuuuup.
Are you done listening to music and imagining what Ender is having to go through?
Nice. Because when I said letting you do your imagination do my work for me I wasn't joking.
I stole the segments of platforming that everyone else imagined while they were going through the previous part, and inserted them as pieces that Endersmirk had to parkour his way through. Every time he falls into the black sludge below it just straight up eats him, triples his damage meter through the use of the multi-hour-long super attack I got bored and canceled out of way back here.
Unfortunately all of those imagination-yoinked platforming segments were taking place during the music spam so we don't actually get to watch it. Sorry, that was a bit of an oversight on my part.
I'd tell you to go file a complaint with the PR Department but I think the plane their offices were housed in got telefragged by the elemental plane of instantly dying when the most recent phase of plane imports began.
Anyways we should probably move on now I think this portion of the fight is almost over. Let's peek back in, shall we?
Ender slowly climbs up out of a hatch in the top of the tower, having finally made it all the way up to the roof. He rolls out on the stone floor and heaves some deep breaths. That climb was not pleasant, and even though his player powers are starting to flow back into him he's still pretty winded. "Should I give you a moment?" Ender affirms this (however he deems appropriate) and Piono waits for him to stand back up, however long it takes him. So much for not pulling any punches I guess. "You're right I lied about that, absolutely. It's not like he's the godmodder or anything I can give him a moment to catch his breath between beatdowns." Fair enough I guess.
Ender finally stands up and turns, but Piono isn't there.
Nothing is.
Atop the tower, he can see nothing. Empty void surrounds the tower's apex on every side upwards. Looking over the side reveals that the angry red clouds from the first segment are still swirling around it, but a good deal further below where he is now. This looks like the perfect place for a boss arena. Ender turns as a sussuration informs him that his adversary has properly formed at the center of the platform.
Piono looks at him, and then suddenly blurs. It's almost as if his visage is overlaid against the void itself, suddenly.
"Between memories and despair not many things continue to move forward, but even those who do will eventually reach an end. Let's see how you deal with things that have long since reached that end."
Void Terminus
Player Piono, Form 3: Conduit of Eternities Past
(Featuring guest writing from ManiacMastR, PitTheAngel, The Nonexistent Tazz, DCCCV, Calibri, Ninjatwist, YV, TFToast, Irecreeper, Gutza, SplitSuns, and Twinbuilder)
A cold wind blows from the depths of the eternities. Harsh, and bitter. A chill that cuts ender down to the soul. Metaphorically (mostly) of course, it isn't actually part of the attack instead being set dressing. The distant past is soon to be recalled, and even as the future dims further and further perhaps a little light can be shed by origins from beyond time and causality. The wind twists and swirls in the center of the arena and the air in the miniature cyclone suddenly blurs, leaving behind a somewhat transparent yet still sinister and threatening figure in a red cloak. They seem demonic in nature, but still radiate player energy... or at least, something similar to it. It doesn't seem to match exactly.
Suddenly, flames burst into being around the edges of the platform, casting shadows in every direction and the figure suddenly leaps into the air, brandishing a massive scythe. The figure motions with the scythe, creating a thousand scythes out of the shadows cast on the ground. Each scythe surrounds Ender_smirk and slices into their legs, crippling them. Then, the shadowed figure himself swoops down, hooking Ender's neck and flings them upwards. A purple portal appears and fires a stream of fire balls, slamming into Ender and launching them away. (thanks to ManiacMastR!)
As Ender flies through the air, they here a mad cackling. They twist in the air to get a look at who, or what, just appeared, but catch the merest glimpse of bloodstained travel clothes and orange hair before the figure is gone.
Suddenly, a wild and rabid pair of Pantaloons appear! Be-heaveled, Be-wared, Be-denim'd and Be-gorillaing-you-up-right-the-gorilla-now, the Pantaloons unleash their deadly zipper-teeth and maulificate [TARGET] with wild abandon!. [TARGET] is almost completely unaffected, but nevertheless takes unkindly to this response, and being a supermarket, they counterattack with a vicious barrage of discounted shirts, evaporating the Pantaloons!
...Oh, right, Ender was also in the crossfire of all of that. [TARGET] clearly doesn't care. (thanks to The Nonexistent Tazz!)
Ender skids to a stop along the edge of the tower as the winds swirl once more. Another figure, some kind of angel, flies above the platform. They too radiate the same not-Player energy that the first figure did, but Ender has no time to analyze it as they immediately launch into an attack.
"I cast Pot of Greed. Pot of Greed allows me to draw two cards from the top of my deck. As both of the cards I just drew were also Pot of Greed, I play both of them as well, drawing four cards. This process continues for a full minute until my hand is full of twenty-four copies of Pot of Greed. As I am not allowed to have over six cards in my hand, I discard 18 cards. The discard pile is directly on top of Ender's face, and all 18 cards are forcibly inserted sharp side first." and so it was written, and so it was. Ender is promptly impaled by 18 pots of greed. (thanks to PitTheAngel!)
Ender staggers forwards, pulling Yu-Gi-Oh cards out of his face parts as the wind swirls yet again. But this time there are no figures in the center. Where...
You kiss the ground. A boom is heard in the distance. A shotgun. The gunman is nowhere to be found.
You notice the sky. It is on fire. Everything is burning. Looming over you, a molochian menace raises their axe, preparing to strike. At the last moment, it splits the ground beneath ypur feet instead, sending you spiralling towards the depths below.
You fall into a workshop unlike any other. Boards upon boards of writing are everywhere, but an empty suit of armour dominates your attention. A weapon stand seems to be missing a blade, but then you find it sprouting from your chest. It sends you elsewhere.
You are now on the beach, a pleasant experience. A creature emerges, towering over the tide. As its fractalline spines glow, it opens it's mouth in your direction. A flash.
You awake in a white space. A single figure stands over you. In stark contrast to the surroundings, they are silhouetted in black, save for their eyes: pale and terrible, twin dwarf stars in an otherwise perfect darkness. Grabbing your neck in one hand, they run a sharpened rod through your chest. (thanks to DCCCV!)
Ender staggers again as reality suddenly lurches back into being 'reality', though the gaping wounds remain on his figure. The next assault in the chain is heralded not by whispering wind, but by a thunderous crash.
A strange, metallic pod crashes down from above right into the center of the stone platform, somehow leaving a crater without actually going into the top of the tower any. It is a simple object without many features of note, covered in scratches, burn marks and patches of dirt from the descent. The only thing preventing it from being so completely unremarkable is a series of faded purple blocks of paint forming the vague shape of a chess piece. As the pod finally opens, the metal door being flung off far into the distance, a giant stone being with the head of a very recruiter horse emerges holding an ornately decorate shield and a massive, stone machete emerges. Enraged beyond any reason, it charges straight across the platform right into Ender_smirk, bashing them with its shield. Its charge ended, it brings down its machete with an overhead strike, attempting to cleave through the target of its arbitrary rage. As it begins its strike, a white and blue crystal falls from its backside, dislodged by the previous collusion.
All it has time to do is bring down the machete before it becomes an inanimate stone statue, frozen in position, and then nothing more than another whisper on the wind. (thanks to YV!)
As Ender pulls themselves back up off the ground, another figure, this one of some kind of young sorceress with an army made of crystal, stands across from them. Before Ender can react they're launched into another attack sequence.
"To Toast, a powerful combo attack on an unfortunate target requires three things. Power, combination, and an unfortunate target. Fortunately for her, she knows exactly how to acquire those things.
She pops down to the local hardware store, and purchases a drill and a small electricity generator to fuel it. After some intense haggling with the cashier she ends up paying 120% of the listed price for each. Truly a master of sales. After an hour or so winding up the generator, she plugs in the drill. She has power. She pulls the "trigger" twice to test it. She now also has the approval of the dad gods.
Next, she needs combination. It dawns on her now that this means needing to go back to the hardware store. After sneaking past security (she really was quite rude in her haggling), she tries looking for the strongest safe in the place. It would have to be hidden in a safe place. The safest place, even. And where would the safest place be but the strongest safe? 'Perfect,' she thinks, 'This train of thought got me nowhere.' The dad gods take pity on her, and decide to use their dad powers over hardware to deposit her in front of the safest safe (which is conveniently also the strongest safe and safest place). She tries to figure out a way to steal the safe, but can't logic out how a safe can be inside itself. So instead, she just steals the security system- she only needed a combination, after all.
Now, her final task. An unfortunate target. Toast doesn't just want to settle with unfortunate, though. She wants to make this target to be the least fortunate target to ever touch this plane of existence. But before she can do the that, she needs the target. She calls the hardware store, putting on the voice of a wealthy eccentric billionaire. She tells them she wants a target. Like one of those circular things people shoot arrows at. She says she'd like to order one. They say they don't have any. She says she'd like to order two. They say they're listening. She says she'll order their entire stock, provided they leave it out the front of the hardware store. They say its a deal. She hangs up without saying goodbye. Because that's just how stone cold she is. She picks up the target from the hardware store, taking on the appearance of a reviled target-stealer. They decide not to mess with her. She then makes the target the least lucky target in this plane of existence. She forces it to break mirrors, pass by black cats, move under ladders, and spill salt without then throwing it behind its shoulder.
And that's it. She sort of pushes the ingredients together, creating a powerful combo attack in the process."
Ender is so confused by this point that when Toast slams into him full force, he is powerless to prevent himself from being hit with the Ultimate Combo Attack (copyright, trademark, and patent of Toast). (Thanks to TFToast!)
Ender bounces and skids across the top of the tower, looking up just in time to see as darkness flickers into being at the center of the platform.
A shadowy portal opens up from the flickering darkness, wide enough for a man to crawl through. Out of this portal climbs a black shadowy figure with a large warlock's cowl draped over his head. The glowing red X-like symbols on his chest and arms mark him as someone not to be trifled with, as does his singular glimmering right eye. However, this figure was summoned here to commit acts of carnage, and that's what he'll do.
The Acolyte's apparition launches a swift pulse from his fingertips, disabling the ender's ability to escape. Then, while advancing menacingly, the apparition fires upon the him from a long burst of deadly dark missile fire from his palm, each missile firing like a rapidly fired machine gun bullet into the ender. As the apparition draws nearer, he suddenly switches from a slow advance into a terrifyingly swift rush, materializing dark needles around himself that propel themselves into ender as he sprints forwards. During the charge, the apparition pulls out a jet-black sword, which he uses to release a smooth trio of sword strikes upon his target, finishing with a strong upwards strike, knocking ender into the air a short distance.
As ender descends, the apparition jams both his hands into the ground, triggering the release of dark spikes from the area above him into the unfortunate Ender_smirk, which knocks him further into the air. The dark apparition readies his sword, ready to strike a mortal blow as ender falls. When they reach the Acolyte's chest level, he hacks at them like a demon with his blade, lethally cleaving through the target.
Another portal opens up beneath the apparition, which he uses to exit as swiftly as he entered.
Ender slams into the ground of the tower's roof and nearly skids over the side, just barely stopping himself early. Something tells them that if he fell off he'd have to go through phase 2 all over again and that's not really something he fancies doing. (Thanks to Ninjatwist!)
He pulls himself back to his feet as the entire top of the tower shudders with the footsteps of the newest, massive wraith of distant nothings. It appears to be some kind of enormous robot or drone.
"...Wait! I don't have anything prepared for this occasion! Give me a second."
The ghostly apparition vanishes. Time seems to stretch on for quite a lot longer than a second as ender waits for the ghostly apparition of Engie to return. Piono, presumably still hovering about somewhere in the surrounding darkness, coughs awkwardly. After about two minutes, which is well over a hundred seconds of time, he reappears, now carrying a strange gun-shaped weapon of some kind that is probably a gun. The only things that are really of note about it are the large canister on the side, and a dial that goes up to eleven...
"Okay, found what I was looking for. Just need to get this thing going, and you'll see something cool."
The apparition of Engie proceeds to crank the dial right up to twelve, despite that not being a setting, then apparently wanders out of view despite there being nowhere for him to go. The gun seems to sit there, the air around it growing gradually colder and colder, the weapon starting to shake and rattle... The apparition returns with a very large cup, decorated with a "#1 BIG GUY" on one side. He sits down nearby to watch the gun for a moment, then gets a look of concern on his... eyes. He doesn't have a proper face to have a concerned expression with, but he at least has eyes.
"...I forgot. I'm a ghost. And don't actually have... a drinky thing."
Beat.
"Well, darn."
And then the gun explodes. A cascade of ice roars out from all sides, coating everything in extremely cold temperatures, shards exploding out and ricocheting off of other ice shards as the abrupt temperature drop triggers a bunch of instabilities all at once. The temperature appears to be so absurdly cold that reality can't process it properly, and so before long, the endless ice cascade and explosions suddenly cease. One might be forgiven for thinking that that's all there is to it. But then... everything turns translucent white in a sense. A blue circle appears in the air, rotating slowly.
As it turns out, things freezing can mean a lot more than just really cold temperatures.
Ender stops for a moment, and realizes that it's a loading symbol just in time for the entire attack sequence to freeze for buffering. (Thanks to Calibri!)
*1 hour of Piono fixing the in-universe wifi later*
Ender suddenly drops out of the buffering, but with his train of thought disrupted, causing him to trip on his own feet and faceplant. He struggles back to his feet and brushes himself off.
A feeling of unease settles over the Ender. Suddenly, a small but heavy object hits them and attaches to them with a click. Upon impact, it powers up, causing the him to feel an unexpected weakness. Ender tries to use their Player Powers to find a solution, but struggles to conjure one. Ender suddenly realizes that the device is somehow reinforcing reality, weakening their ability to warp it. There's only one thing this could be - a Scranton Reality Anchor. Suddenly, an orange-tinted apparition materializes in front of the player.
"You like my toy? Well, I think you'll get acquainted with the others very soon."
The figure then solidifies into a warrior wearing advanced power armor.
Suddenly, the figure materializes an Omniblade and strikes at the Ender, superheated silicon carbide slashing through any armor je possesses. The figure then leaps back and equips a large gun of some sort, connected to her armor with a thick power cable. After aiming it at ender, the figure pulls the trigger, the gun emitting a potent pulsed laser that drills straight through his remaining armor. After a few bursts of pulsed laser fire, the gun ceases firing and deploys heat radiators to vent the built up waste heat from the attack. After the gun has cooled down, the figure activates her suit's flight mode, deploying wings and miniature turbines from its backpack and launching into the air. As the ender struggles to fly up and deal damage to her, the figure makes potshots with her laser weapon at them.
However, this is actually just a diversion meant to prevent ender from noticing the homing beacon that the figure had placed on him when the fight began. Suddenly, it activates, and eight pods crash down from the sky, surrounding ender in a wide circle. They all deploy to reveal full-sized Scranton Reality Anchors, which then take aim at the player, further suppressing their powers.
It is at that point that a retrofuturistic spacecraft emerges from a portal and fires energy bolts at ender. Many quickly recognize the spacecraft as none other than the Planet Express Ship from Futurama. The Planet Express Ship circles ender, using its incredible speed and its ability to take short hops into the 4th dimension to dodge any attempt at counter-attack by him. Finally, the Planet Express Ship rockets away from ender at near lightspeed, only to return and fire two missiles at him before speeding upwards to avoid the blast. The missiles detonate their antimatter warheads, creating a multi-megaton explosion with ender right at the epicenter. After the attack, ender gets to their feet, only to look up and see the Planet Express Ship streaking towards them! The Planet Express Ship performs its final attack, firing an intense beam of pure quantum energy at ender that shreds their very molecular structure. Right before it hits the ground, the Planet Express Ship does a dimensional drift, turning around in the 4th dimension and emerging back above the ground. Finally, the Planet Express Ship fades away, and the original figure is nowhere to be seen as well.
Ender groans, how long are these attacks going to go on. Outsourcing your fighting power is cheap enough without doing it on this kind of scale. (Thanks to Gutza!)
Suddenly, there's a crackle of red light and searing heat, and Ender whirls around to see, yup, yet another figure standing at the center of the tower's apex preparing to beat the crap out of him.
The flickering apparition, a white skinned warrior in a red hoodie with lime green sunglasses, having been freshly summoned from the dead, notices the first thing wrong with his ghastly getup: his glasses have slid too far down his nose. With a wicked grin, the ghost tilts his head downwards and expertly performs a LV. 10 GLASSESTECH MANEUVER: SISYPHEAN PUSH. The unparalleled quantity of anime power contained in that single gesture is turned into potential energy, causing the very molecules of air around him to vibrate with excitement and a rumble to snake its way through the ground. Quickly raising his head all the way up until he's leering downwards at his target, a sneer slowly builds across the figure's face as a low growl escapes through his clenched teeth.
"Pathetic."
A shockwave erupts across the battlefield as the potential energy from the figure's glasses push immediately turns into kinetic energy, a dynamo of memetic malice cracking the earth and superheating individual air particles until their bonds break and fire erupts out of nothingness. Ender is helplessly paralyzed, their bones locking and muscles softening to jelly as they quake at the might demonstrated not even from an attack, but from the latest apparition's opening appearance. They rack their brain, playing and replaying countless scenarios in their head to predict just where the apparition will go from here (and hopefully launch a counterattack in response). But try as they might, his expression proves inscrutable, his body at an almost perfect standstill as he looms in the air. They can't get a good read on his body language through the smokescreen of his glasses. The target is crippled by indecision; the ghost's fortified lattice of meme magic has proven impenetrable. They fall to their knees and slump over on the ground, exhausted at their wasted effort.
The figure then casually floats back down on the ground and walks over to his target while whistling an unfamiliar tune. He rummages through his jacket pockets, pulling out 39 cents of spare change, a pencil, a chainsaw, and a Christmas tree before finally finding what he was looking for: a set of acupuncture needles. Having made his way to the target's back, he cracks his knuckles, steadies his breathing, and begins his first acupuncture session. Sensing that he had startled the poor soul too severely, he figured there was no better way to make it up to them than by relieving their stress in some way! Unfortunately for the target, he had never attempted acupuncture before in his life and was flying completely blind. Instead of inserting needles into places guaranteed to inflict stress, through sheer luck Split managed to place every needle in his set into spots that would inflict the most possible pain on their victim. Interpreting the target's cries of terror as tears of happiness at their newfound cure, the figure considers his work done and walks off into the sunset.
Picking himself up through the pain and confusion at the brief appearance of a sunset despite none of the other apparitions getting a proper exit animation, ender readies himself for the next attack. (Thanks to Splitsuns!)
Suddenly the air crackles with chaotic energy. Ender panics for a moment as entropic power ripples through the sky, fearing that somehow Piono had resummoned Go An Na, but relaxes for the briefest moment as he sees the source to instead be some kind of giant... eldritch... butterfly.
The Butterfly stares down upon its prey below. How pitiful the creature is, compared to its magnificent splendour! Or at least, that's what the Butterfly thinks. With a flap of the wings, the wheel of fate turns, the scales of life tip, and the hand crank of time and space... cranks. For the Chaos Butterfly has unleashed its magnificent, unpredictable power in the form of a paradox roll! (wait don't those not work anymore "SHHHH let him do his attack!") The entire universe lies at the mercy of this roll! The dice of the galaxy roll and tumble, and...
(3405)
...While this would be considered a bad roll for most people, the Chaos Butterfly has always been able to extract good fortune from rolls even as bad as a (100). Such are the perks of being a creature made of pure Chaos! It stretches its eyestem in preparation for attack- kind of like stretching, except for a gigantic horrific cyclopean butterfly. Except, its stem never really seems to stop stretching. In fact, it's stretching at an incredible rate! The eye of the Chaos Butterfly swerves down towards Ender! As it nears the foe, a pulsar of crimson liquid and vibrant energy rips out of the eyeball as it rips itself in two, revealing a gigantic maw of entropic devastation! The eye slams into the unfortunate Ender_Smirk, ripping out a chunk of him as it comes by. The constantly expanding stem provides enough propulsion for it to turn on a dime, and rip out another chunk of the target! This goes on for quite some time, multiple chunks of Ender being ripped out and wasted, because the Butterfly doesn't quite like its taste.
Eventually, the eyestem suddenly contracts, wrapping itself around Ender! He's strangulated by the twisted flesh! However, in a messy fashion, the eyeball of the Butterfly suddenly tears from the stem, rolling a short distance away from the Ender. While one might think that the Butterfly has just blinded itself, the problem is immediately remedied by the eyeball floating back up to the Butterfly, growing a new stem, and replacing the now eyeless stem with the stem it just grew. The now-disconnected stem suddenly takes on a will of its own, and attempts to tangle itself around ender even more, before suddenly contracting even tighter than before! This also has the added benefits of completely immobilizing ender. Leaving him open to an otherwise incredibly telegraphed attack- Second Directive!
The Butterfly's eyeball suddenly seals up, and charges up an incredible amount of energy! This energy is unleashed in a torrential beam, which tears clean through ender, giving them a major case of total vaporization. Satisfied with its handiwork, the ghostly apparition goes to take off and leave the platform... before it completely disappears. (Thanks to Irecreeper!)
Ender falls over, gasping for breath (after having your lungs constricted and then vaporized, you'd have a hard time breathing too, don't try to deny it) as slow and steady footsteps approach towards him. Ender looks up to see a sneering face with a scar across its right eye looking down at him. Ender pales, the energy doesn't match exactly but if most of the previous apparitions' action compared to energy signature is anything to go by... who or whatever this is... they're a godmodder.
Before Ender can move out of the way the figure's hand lashes out and wraps around Ender's throat, ripping him off the ground and tossing him through the air towards the other side of the platform. They whip out an enormous black hammer, and then throw it. The hammer slams into Ender as it spins, pushing him further out, out past the precipice of the tower, before it boomerangs back in to the one who threw it and taking Ender along with. The figure uppercuts with their mechanical arm, cobalt blue fire wrapping around it and blasting Ender upwards on a geyser of searing flame that latches onto him and slams him into the ground.
"To think I was called here to fight such a pathetic excuse for a Descendant..."
The figure turns around, beginning to walk away. Before Ender can stand up though an enormous mechanical fist slams into him, crushing him against the stone before launching him up into the air. He gets a look at the enormous towering robot, some kind of zombie giant, before an enormous stream of water slams into him and launches him away in a powerful deluge rivaling and even surpassing that of the horrifyingly strong spray Piono once unleashed with his own powers against the True Darkshard. Ender has no time to react as another blast slams into him, sending him flying once more as necrotic energies wrack his being and sending him up into the open maw of a mighty black and purple dragon that smashes its mouth shut before spitting him back out onto the center of the tower (before his skids along its surface a bit more of course.)
The four enormous mechanical beasts curl up on themselves as Ender watches, forming into enormous spheres of metal and crackling power, before slamming into him in enormous crashes of dark fire, pounding water, necrotic energy, and pure force, leaving him flat against the somehow still undamaged spire's top.
Ender looks up, and suddenly sees what was once black void around him is instead filled with scores upon scores of spaceships, bristling with guns, all trained on him. "While I'm here, I suppose I might as well do my best. A god should never deal in half measures, after all." They open fire, a deluge of every kind of weaponry imaginable from fire and ice to crackling lightning that flows through reality itself to beams of energy that sear Ender's very being and nature from his bones. He staggers upwards as the ships disappear and their barrage draws to a close only to see the figure floating over him, smiling cruelly, with an enormous superlaser held in his hands. He flicks it upwards and a wave of pure destruction engulfs the entire platform, before he slams it down onto Ender, creating a cataclysmic explosion that could be heard from other planets had it been used elsewhere.
Ender rises to his feet once more. Battered but not yet beaten. It can't get worse than this, can it? (Thanks to... me! I wrote this part!)
The flickering fires and settling dust immediately and suddenly dies off, with no prior warning. In fact, it seemed as though everything had. No one, no thing, not a single atom, dared to move. There was total stillness — and then the trumpets began to call. A set of nine blaring horns ringing from an unknown corner, and accompanying them, one piercing, radiant set of sunbeams, despite the lack of an accompanying sun.
Trailing down from the heavens, suspended in this luminescence, was a literally angelic figure, covered in robes awash in a gradient from the color of a pale sky at high noon to a brilliant ultramarine. A pair of feathered wings slowed their descent, and pearly white hands poked out from their long, flowing sleeves. A swaying, multifaceted pendant was slung around where their neck should have been, with a floating, similarly white pyramid set in the spot of their head. Whoever this figure was, they seemed to be a Serif, come from the annals of Heaven itself — an emissary of the most holy entity in any possible existence, though not the real deal.
Unfortunately for their Ender, this did not make the Serif any slouch in combat. Touching down to the ground, his hands suddenly crossed. An arch of nine symbols, familiar to anyone who dabbled in a very particular brand of the occult, blinked into being around him, with each one lighting up in sequence and launching a corresponding volley at the target. Of course, by this point they had recognized the danger crackling around every point in the arena and tried to run from the Serif. At least, they WOULD have, had they not felt chained to the spot in a very metaphysical sense, as though their essence was being controlled, locked in the hands of an incredibly angry god.
The first symbol shot a serpentine tendril of bubbling, slithering ink, constricting ender and choking his every thought with unbound knowledge. Every conceivable word, symbol, and glyph raced through their mind, their blood running black and spilling out of their mouth. The second symbol shot a serpentine tendril of corrupted, pixelated chunks, spiraling outward into a shockwave that tore through the very earth. The ground shuddered and collapsed, blinking through the soil of thousands of universes simultaneously, and ender undergoing a similar transmutation, as though they were suddenly completely unsure of what plane of existence they were even on. The third symbol shot a serpentine tendril of blinding light and deafening sound, intertwining and converging on the target. Every possible spectrum of light — the ubiquitous visible rainbow, the boiling infrared, the cancerous ultraviolet, and everything in every direction — and every possible sound — the ringing in one's ears, the downpour of metallic rain, the castrophany of fire coming out of a monkey's head, and everything in every direction — collided with ender, turning his entire world into one of color and mayhem.
The fourth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of jagged, reflective crystal, sharpened with one billion edges each, that tore through ender as though he was barely even there at all. If anyone had been able to watch, they would have seen, extending throughout any possible horizon, an infinitude of copies of ender and the crystal snake engaged in their dance, repeated at every and any point in time. An eternity of torture, compressed into a single moment. The fifth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of scalding fuchsia flame, choking the very air around ender and burning away at the earth, cinders dancing in the void. The flame refined itself, splitting and sectioning into a conflagration of weaponry: swords and rifles, chainsaws and railguns, brass knuckles and grand pianos, and anything else that could wage war. At once, an unseen command was given to, well, fire. And so they did. The sixth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of pitch-black stone, keening and scraping, folding in on itself, menacing not just ender, but the whole of the arena with its presence. Gradually growing in form and scope, the tendril tumulted into a tower of stone, precariously hovering over ender. Then, with no fanfare, it unceremoniously toppled to the ground, absolutely crushing him, fragmenting the sky and the earth into monochrome tones, pitching the whole of existence between life and death.
The seventh symbol shot a serpentine tendril of brilliant stained light, evocative of the very same sunbeam the Serif rode down upon. The halo flowed through ender, washing everything in the peace and care of a higher power. Yet, as though a switch had been flicked, the beam fell into a chain of burning brimstone, a demonic laser of blood that roared like a lion, shackling ender with his own sin. The eighth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of an ice chilled to its foundations that flickered with white-hot flame. The temperature of the entire arena seized, stuck between an approximate of absolute zero and the interior of a star. Ender's skin was rent thousands of times over, peeling into ash yet freezing all the same. The ninth symbol shot a serpentine tendril of interlocking golden geometry, grabbing at the corners of ender's form in too many places to count. Again, acting at an unseen command, they all pulled at once, stretching ender not into pieces, but through existence, unfolding their body into the twentieth spatial dimension. Unable to handle the stress, his form splintered and cracked, falling into the cracks of spacetime and never to be recovered. Burning clear and true, and pulsing with the flame of life itself, was ender's soul.
Moving through the carnage, the Serif had no words, and no thoughts. Only the word of god coursed through its veins. Placed in front of their pyramidal head, a tenth symbol blinked into being. The Serif's right hand surged with a hallowed, kaleidoscopic flame. Reeling back their body, they let loose a single punch, extinguishing the ender's soul with a thunderclap that rocked the arena out of its stupor and issued forth a cloud of smoke, ash, and the power of divinity. (Thanks to Twinbuilder!)
Ender sank to the ground, smoking from every orifice in his body. And most of the other places too. He looked up as Piono floated down from the darkness, materializing from the wind much as the various apparitions did except to full solidity. Still trying to not be dead, Ender doesn't even realize that the final, greatest attack was finally too much for the top of the tower, which has caved in in many places, and is slowly disintegrating and crumbling from the center outwards.
Piono grins down at Ender. "Had enough yet?"
If ender taps out, everything disintegrates and he finds himself standing outside the 'out of bounds' portion of the arena, immediately losing.
That won't happen but I figured I'd offer it if he needed.
And since I already know he won't take the easy out, Piono instead smiles wickedly, and all of reality suddenly seems to shatter.
Spin the Wheel of Chaos
Player Piono, Form 4: Harbinger of Mayhem
...
There was something here before...
But there isn't now.
It's kind of sad, isn't it?
How ideas and dreams can all come crashing down when faced with the cold hard truth of reality.
Some people get hit harder by this than others.
Because it doesn't really mean much, if the dream you were chasing was nothing more than an illusion.
Of course, this fight doesn't matter much either...
Who wins, who loses...
It's all a blur in the tides of war.
All that matters now, is whether or not they will see it through to the end.
Of course...
I suppose the real question is whether that was up in the air in the first place.
Of course, don't listen to me of all people. I'm not him, either of him. Any of the 'hims', really...
I'm just here because I realized I've wasted too much time on the attack already besides.
And after all...
He CAN DO ANYTHING, right?
=D =)
The Greatest Show of All
Player Piono, Form 5: Final Blaze of Glory
Ender staggers backwards, as he crumples onto the final platform with the destruction of the last one in Piono's Final Chaos.
The air no longer crackles with freedom, and the world is no longer spinning, spinning...
Piono looks rather exhausted, even.
But that can't be it just yet, another song just started. From the looks of things it's the last one though, ender just needs to hold out a little longer.
Piono crackles with energy, and lifts his arms forwards. "I think it's time I went out with a bang."
He pulls his arms in and energy from everything within the flickering void of psychedelic final boss battle chaos spirals inwards into his chest. He suddenly swells with size, and begins radiating an immense amount of power.
"It's about time you saw what I can do when I REALLY put my mind to it."
He pulses his arms forwards an
...what?
...
Well GORILLA the interface crashed again. I guess we didn't budget our camera durability high enough for that final attack.
Guess we'll need to plan things a bit better next time.
Ender crashes into the ground of the Arena. He's not looking so hot... None of those attacks were particularly nice, even before the interface screw and not actually getting them properly described kicked in, but the last few were downright BRUTAL.
I mean, going through the full metacausal implications of the erasure of reality and meaning itself then slapping Ender into the next BC by turning those powers into the physical manifestation of slapstick comedy and beating him about the head and shoulders with it was probably a bit overkill, to say nothing of what he did AFTER.
Anyways, Ender's probably dead, but thanks to the rules of the game he'll get better. That's good, insta-gibbing a team mate like that is considered rude in most cultures.
Piono stands ready for Ender's response.
*It occurs to you that Piono copped out of nearly 80% of his own super attack.
*You feel like you should ask for your money back, even though you didn't pay him.Wait... where's the third Piono?
(Also thanks to Twinbuilder for letting me use the connection lost gif. I totally yoinked it from Ephemeralquest like the coward I am.)
Attacks against Dangan_Machin and Ender_Smirk locked in!
Without absurdly overpriced concession stands, can you even call yourself a theme park? Of course not.
THEME PARK COMPLETE! An amazing 50 new people migrate into the Desperate Dice Village! The Desperate Dice Village is now the THRIVING Dice Village! Mining efficiency massively increases!
You create a suit of Living Armor! But, once the Sphere is destroyed, it will collapse...
Your piggy piggy soldiers charge forward, and you throw flashbangs right towards the door! This will take effect along with The_Quiet_Watcher's action at the beginning of the turn!
You MINE, easily digging up the remaining 50m with the motivation of a theme park! You hit the 500m mark, and see it there, buried in the ground... the very final die, number 10!
You pick it up, and, cheering with the rest of the miners, bring it to the surface! Now, the Player Power Cascader is COMPLETE!
Player Power Cascader acquired! It can be used on one attack to boost that attack's power! 10 dice will roll a random number from 1-10, and multiply the attack's strength by that much!
It's been added to the main Player inventory. It can't help you in the Sphere, but surely it can find a use outside of the Sphere!
With a wave goodbye, you leave behind the miners. Now that the mine is tapped out, they will all lose their jobs. With no mine, the town will have nothing to offer at all, and before long it will be an economically empty ghost town once again. Ah well. Nothing lasts forever.
You hurl the word Creative in the Godmodder's direction, which happens to be through the shimmering door! This will take effect along with everything else at the end of the turn!
The mine is tapped out! You get 3 CP instead.
Attack locked in!
Attack launched!
Wow. This is really cool. I like it. A cool sort of wrap-up to the plotline that's been running for so long! I can't respond to much individually, there's just so MUCH of it. Expending your 3 CP, and consuming the Kingdom Key, you create the X-BLADE! The ultimate Kingdom Hearts reference! It has the power to protect a Player from death exactly one time! However, that Player must be "Key-hearted" BEFORE they die - it can't be during their death! You have to do it in advance! And it can only be used once! Still, this is an incredibly powerful tool, potentially allowing you to launch a mortal action without repercussions... use it wisely!
OOC: I should note that... to avoid cross-canon contamination... let's say that the universes the characters were being sent to were... virtual Realities? Fictional Realities created by people observing the current fight against the Godmodder? But, of course, in Thymium/Crusher's game canon, those Realities were perfectly real. Hmm. Is that okay?
The mine is tapped out! +3 CP!
Attack locked!
Mines are tapped out! +3 CP!
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Everyone launches their attacks at the door! Piggy piggy soldiers charge, "creative" flying through the air behind them, flashbangs are thrown, grenades are set, a kick is thrown, a skeleton rattles... And, of course, behind them all is Crusher's Zero-Point Cryo cannon!
The attacks fly right at the door! But the moment they hit the door, it wavers and disappears! Your attacks disappear with it!
Sitting behind the door is the Godmodder. He's got an unusually large smile on his face. Inhumanly large, in fact. You'd have to get plastic surgery to smile like he's smiling.
The Godmodder: Thank you for doing it all for me.
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Meanwhile, back on the surface, the Players see flailing piggy piggy soldiers, the tail end of Zero-Point Cryo Cannon shot, the word "creative", flashbangs, and one kick flying at the Wall.
10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 damage to The Wall!
The Wall destroyed!
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Stubborn, O.R.I.G.I.N.'s skeleton and spiders execute their attack anyways on the Godmodder! His gloating is cut short by skeleton ribs! And worse! SPIDERS! Apparently Go An Na didn't give you ENOUGH spiders, because now the Godmodder has to deal with them! Eight legs, eight damage! Wait, no! Eight legs, eight damage, eight division... ONE damage!
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