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Defeat The Godmodder

The Ruins - II
OOC: To those in the Defense and Racing groups - this is the ACTUAL post that outlines where you are now.

All of you arrive in a large room. The Defense group and the Race group, together again! Presumably, something is holding up the Rooms group, but it's sure to be dealt with soon. A brief talk has each of you up-to-date on everything that's happened.

Now, as for where you are... it's the final room of this place, the Ruins!

A long hallway, well-decorated with glowing blue lights and cool-ancient looking statues stretches before you. The statues look similar to yourself... are they... Players...?

You check one out, and find a little plaque on the bottom. "This statue commemorates Betwixt12, who completed the Ruins on this date..."

This plaque is clearly quite old. These statues must be for Players who had previously succeeded in the Ruins! Actually... looking around again... there are a decent number of statues here, but not THAT many...

Before thinking about that, you turn to the end of the hallway. You see a large terminal, with a glass window facing another round, circular room - and inside hovers a stone tablet, Ten-Commandments style. That tablet...

???: Yes. It is the Critical Soul Weakness you seek.

Too experienced to be visibly surprised, you turn and see a small bunch of pixel-like blue blobs hovering overhead.

???: I am the Guardian Spirit of this temple. I don't have much power to oversee its machinations. However, I can answer your questions. I'm sure you must have some.

???: Now, as for your reward... see the terminal?


You take a closer look. The terminal has three large lights, two of which are glowing bright blue, the other a dull red.

???: Once your friends, trapped in the maze of rooms, finish their challenge and join you, you will be able to receive your reward.

???: Until then... I said I could answer your questions, yes?

???: Is there anything you would like to know about this place?


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For now, it seems there is little to do but wait... well. The Rooms group will hopefully be finished by next turn. Perhaps you could advise the Rooms group on what to do?

FINAL ROOM:

???

Players:
ExoSkeletal
DragonOfHope
Daskter
Eyowe
Strider
Gnich(next attack does triple damage, plus inflicts effects on nearby enemies!)(Recharging Thorn Shield, protects from 2 attacks and damages attackers, recharge one use for one action)
Crusher
ParadoxDragonPaci
DanganMachin
Captain.cat
FlamingFlapjacks
Eternalstruggle
ThatRandomGuy
Alastair Dragovich
Piono
The Nonexistent Tazz
CaptainNZZZ
General_Urist
GoldHero101
Replica Playe
 
Rooms - IX
The dust was only flavour text and I explicitly dealt with the possibility of there not being any. or of the tunnel being invincible, since i had 'conjuring rock' as an option.
EDIT: Also, moniker, you said on discord that people outside of defence could vote too. with my vote in my post, the vote was tied- Valla said yes, crusher said yes, i said yes, piono said no, tazz said no, goldhero said no. and hardly anyone even voted... (arguably it was in vallas favour, if the replica player said yes and counted, but that's an obvious not-counted thing because the replica player was really just doing what crusher asked.)
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The lack of dust was not merely a lack of dust. It was a lack of the very concept of dust, in the name of cleanliness. A lack so great, the mere mention of dust would be enough to make your entire post fail. Yes!

I jump in front of the train and stop it with my body. This will either work or be extremely stupid....

With no resort, lacking your usual abilities, you take immediate action, and do a running jump to stop the train!

.......OH YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!

Action 1-3: I move the lever so that the trolly will hit the 4 people

Click...

The quiet watcher frowns for a moment due to his thoughts, before his face returns to its normal look, his mind realizing the issue. The room wasn't a puzzle, but a trap. He didn't touch the switch at all, instead choosing to step over the tracks, pull Karpinsky off of the tracks due to how it was physically impossible to tie someone to the rails themselves and that the sleepers weren't strong enough to withstand the force behind his pull, and carried the tied up Player over his shoulder as he opened the door on the far side of the room and left.

You leap down and attempt to grasp Karpinsky, but find him oddly... heavy. Has he eaten one too many ice cream sundaes during the war with the godmodder? ...No, it's something else!

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Suddenly, there's a loud "click"! As everything locks into place.

Karpinsky, despite their struggling, is unable to escape.

The quiet watcher realizes... they're back at the platform! Didn't they try to remove Karpinsky?

Ranger_Strider, after having thrown himself in front of the train, realizes he was actually with the group of 4 tied to the tracks!

The other three who were tied to the tracks are Winkins, Cephalos Jr., and Bill Nye.

And that means... that the person who threw themselves in front of the trolley to stop it... was...

[Anti-AG]???!!

SPLAT!

The Anti-AG is reduced to a pile of blood and guts , but it just barely halts the trolley in time! Mysteriously, the bonds tying down the five Players disappear.

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It's a little awkward for a minute, but you did it! Through self-sacrifice, you murdered the enemy, and are now ready to carry on! You hop on the trolley, and see a giant "reverse" button. Pressing it, the trolley begins to back away from the station, moving into the Darkness...


(You've beaten the Rooms! Soon, another update will come out outlining what happens next.)
 
The Ruins - III
OOC: Regarding the vote on the Power Lock - some people have said that it wasn't made clear enough that non-Race groups were allowed to vote, and I agree. If you have an opinion on whether or not Valla should be allowed to make the Power Lock, please say so, and the outcome will be retconned if the end vote changes.

"Is this really it?" ES asks. "It seems almost too easy."

"It was difficult to be sure," Amelia adds. "But we were broadly told that seeking out this weakness was practically courting disaster. Instead, it was just quite challenging and a little time consuming."

???: Ordinarily, once all Players are gathered, you would work together for one final challenge.

???: However, it seems that the final challenge will approach you today.


"Who created the Ruins, and why?"

Piono is wary, this feels vaguely a lot like a trap.

???: As you may have surmised, these ruins were created by a Player.

???: The Player created these Ruins in order to find a Critical Soul Weakness. Afterwards, they were used just often enough to stick around, rather than fading away.


I prepare myself, and enter a state of Calm, I do not have any questions, but I'll gladly take this time to take a breather, probably the last before the Final Fight.

Breathe...

Yes, if I use a wooden button on the tablet, can I get the reward now?

???: No.

I pull out the Callback Greatsword, and stare. "Well... I guess I have a question. Who are you, and what is your life story?" I hold out the Callback Greatsword... which seems to glow as he speaks... recording his every word. "The story of us, of everyone we've met on this journey, has ALL been recorded to this. I hope... one day, I can share the story. Through this sword."

???: I am the guardian spirit of these Ruins.

???: However, I possess little power or control over the ruins. My primary purpose is to guide travelers.


"What exactly are you? I know you're a Guardian Spirit, but what are the implications of that? Were you always like this?"

???: I am a computerized entity, created by the same Player who made the ruins.

Displaced and confused, i ask " you's a gotz ani Foodz?"

Suddenly, you feel a warm weight in your hands... its... its... a burrito!


??? does not respond.

I cough violently. I double over from the violent coughing and drop to a knee. Even so, I think about the question seriously, even as I spend my Actions on suppressing the pain until the end of the war against Verraad.

"It can't hurt to try..." I murmur to myself before speaking up. "What's the correct solution to the current problem in the Maze that our compatriots face?"

Worth a shot, right?

???: It seems they have already figured it out.

"What's next in this mutual Player existence, dear entity?"

The lack of hefty Player deaths make me worried about what's next for us. Admittedly, the items I didn't relinquish like that attack redirector provide a very minor boost in confidence but with my existing confidence level...let's just say I'll be truly shocked if the other boot doesn't drop. At least the Player group I was apart of got through our challenge fairly successfully.

???: Three ancient figures approach...

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The remaining Players walk in, fresh out of the Rooms. They're a little confused, since they thought they were on a trolley, but quickly recover. Before long, everyone is caught up.

You turn around to the guardian spirit to ask what's next, but... the spirit is gone.

???: Hello.

???: Excellent to meet you, really!

???: At first, I imagined your flight would ruin us, but... it seems we've ended up where we need to be at the exact right time! Joy!

At the front of the room... the three enemies chasing you!

The middle one takes a step forwards, and holds out his hand.

???: Really, it's always best to start with an introduction.

???: I am Beta. Over there is Alpha, and Gamma.


Beta: Simply put, we're Assassins. And - not just that, but...

Beta turns over his gloved hand. You see on the back the familiar crossed sword icon. Both swords are glowing.

Beta: UNSEALED assassins, now.

Beta: We're the Godmodder's special unit. We're technically his 25-HP Sealed Boss, but he uses us for a lot more than sealed boss duties.

Beta: He positioned us here a while back when things got hairy, just in case some Players like you came wandering by...


Alpha steps forward, flashing a smile.

Alpha: Resist, or don't resist. Your choice. In any event, Gamma-

DragonOfHope, Eyowe, ThatRandomGuy, CaptainNZZZ, and ExoSkeletal65 realize too late - Gamma already planted a dagger in their back during the length introduction!

Gamma: Hahaha... yes... yes...

The five stabbed Players feel... off. They aren't that badly hurt, but...

Beta: Our special power is... the power of sealing.

Beta: Those five Players have been sealed. The rest of you can expect to follow.

Beta: We are... the Sealed Sealers.


BOSS FIGHT START!

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The Sealed Sealers... the last obstacle between you and your goal! Take them out! But... what's their sealing power...?

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Player Power: [IIIIIIIII] 45%

FINAL ROOM:

[PG]Alpha, Unsealed Sealer: 100% HP! (Boss)
[PG]Beta, Unsealed Sealer: 100% HP! (Boss)
[PG]Gamma, Unsealed Sealer: 100% HP! (Boss)


Players:
ExoSkeletal (slightly injured)(SEALED)
DragonOfHope (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Daskter
Eyowe (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Strider
Gnich(next attack does triple damage, plus inflicts effects on nearby enemies!)(Recharging Thorn Shield, protects from 2 attacks and damages attackers, recharge one use for one action)
Crusher
ParadoxDragonPaci
DanganMachin
Captain.cat
FlamingFlapjacks
Eternalstruggle
ThatRandomGuy (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Alastair Dragovich
Piono
The Nonexistent Tazz
CaptainNZZZ (slightly injured)(SEALED)
General_Urist
GoldHero101
Replica Player
Karpinsky
The Quiet Watcher
JOEbob
Cephalos Jr.
Bill Nye
Ranger Strider
Winkins
 
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The Ruins - IV
It seems the votes have fallen overall the same way. Do note that once the game is over, I'll put what the ending would have been like in the OOC thread, so you're not missing out on what it would have been.

I emphatically believe that we shouldn't allow the Power Lock.

We got this power to defeat Godmodders in general and Verraad in particular. When we win, the cycle will be over. We won't need the power. Besides, I certainly don't trust Valla with it.

Anyways
FOCUS: Suddenly, a trolley comes crashing through the wall at top speed and knocks over Alpha.

I hop out of it.

"Thanks for taking the hit for us. Again."

7% damage! Alpha drags himself out from underneath the trolley.

I believe we need the Power Lock. We need every ounce of power we can get to stand a chance against the Godmodder.

Vote: Celestial Guidance, figure out what the Sealing effect is.

Focused Action: I focus all firepower on Alpha, and hit him with a rapid-fire distortion beam, ripping him apart.

Vote!

6% damage to Alpha! He puts himself back together.

in the waiting room where defeated players went (since I don't seem to be back), I work on my second body. Especially on making it a self-sustaining non-player-power construct. To accomplish this, I grab existing ordinary matter (maybe some from the Evucorp lava thing, nobody'll miss any of that) and use heat, kinetic projection, coldness, and an extensive knowledge of nanotechnology (obtained by way of communication with the eternal stasis machine's existing data offloader, from when I added the heaven sim and an ability for the inhabitents to help the AG side) to make it into a proper suit.
Since player power is still around half a million, this should be trivial.

You aren't in a waiting room! You're fighting the three assassins! And making new items is still not allowed.

The quiet watcher steps up to Beta to demonstrate his displeasure at the entire chain of events. He was already tired of this, and as the stand [MINOR MINNIE] lashed out with her fists, coating the area where the punches were about to land with more gravity drawing his very punchable face into the fists non-stop as a distraction, he demonstrated his displeasure by opening a dimensional portal through Beta's hand and stabbing him in the chest with his own Sealing knife, quickly pocketing it immediately afterwards as he did so to prevent anyone else from getting stabbed.

As for the Power Lock, I don't think it's a good idea to allow it. We're already well on the way to taking down Veraad, and I don't see a need to keep the power after that, which it would do by definition. Sure, the fight will still be close without it, but we can still win if we do this right.

7% damage to Beta! The knife reappears back in his hands.

Beta: Do you like it? The Godmodder's help really allowed us to improve our processes.

Beta found that their side wasn't the only one capable of exploiting cutscenes when he realised that while he had been extensively monologuing, Amelia had taken the opportunity to sneak up behind him and stab him repeatedly with a knife. He was too busy yammering on about his sole purpose in life to realise the immense bloodloss that had happened.

Then, after the quiet watcher was done with him, ES followed it up by shooting him in the face with a very big laser, because you can never be too sure.

7% damage to Beta!

Beta: Of course, we're immune to our own knives effects. That's basic; simple precaution work.

x6 Action:
Eyowe gets to finding out what the seal does first-hand. He starts it out by attempting to pull out the dagger stuck on himself, then doing the same for others with daggers stuck on them if doing so lifts the seal.

You reach back, wrap your hands around the dagger, and twist it, thrusting it further and further in! You are now moderately injured!

...Wait, what?

We need no power lock. Screw it.
1. I take the dagger out of the captain.
2/3. I stab Alpha and Beta with Gamma's dagger. Repeatedly. In the throat.

Captain.cat healed back to full health! His sealing isn't cured, however...

2% damage to each of them!

The only reason I want the power lock is so that I can support my entities after we defeat the Godmodder. So I vote for the power lock to be made. As for being sealed... Excalibur! I stab Excalibur into the location where I was hit. If this is going to destroy Excalibur though, I'm not going to have it break the seal.

Instead of stabbing Excalibur into the location where you were hit, you stab it into the ground instead!

"HYAH!"

3 ACTION FOCUS - LET IT BEGIN: "So, you're the last boss before Verrad eh? Let's make this quick!" I pull out Time's Strife from another dimension. "FATAL OMNISHOT!" I do a cool midair spin, firing off an array of power... all from the Outpost Defenders Series. "Exo, we aren't done yet." I help Exo up as I do this, since... well, he made it.

FATAL OMNISHOT! 2% damage to all the enemies!

...The name of that attack proved to be a little misleading.

All of a sudden, a rush of power comes over me as I take ahold of my gun. "DIEEEEEEEEEE" i say as I bring my glowing gun towards them.
Focus: HIT THEM. One action is used to guide the popcorns to its target, beta. Another is used to give the popcorn great penetrating power, overcoming many shields. The last action is used to give a green, sickly shine to the ammunition, so it is guaranteed that the target and those around it receive something that weakens them.

x3 Damage Boost ACTIVATED! 21% damage to Beta! Beta is knocked off balance and stumbles! He catches himself, and smiles...

Beta: Here we go, here we go... Don't be shy now!

I vote against creating a Player Power Lock with the power of the guy collected the Ore of Orichalcum! No matter how I feel able the Player Power Lock, I simply don't trust Valla enough to give away such valuable components on the off chance Valla does as she says.
Ah, I see, Gamma tried to plant a dagger in my back. Yet, oddly enough, Gamma must be feeling a metallic itch, an itch reminiscent of being stabbed with a dagger. But how? No Player has attacked...oh.

Gamma forgot an important lesson; always check your targets before attacking. Fortunately, attack redirectors are quite quick at reminding attackers of that lovely lesson.

Now for my actions proper. After every Player has unloaded their attacks onto Alpha I begin.

Alpha soon finds themselves contained within a surprisingly roomy shower. Even with the internal and external missile turrets it has plenty of space for any Unsealed boss. The walls are even intangible for attacks, allowing Alpha to Seal Players from the comfort of the shower. With the missile turrets not firing, it honestly seems like some Player really screwed up their action.

Unfortunately for Alpha, damage isn't that point. Instead, the missile turrets are tuned specifically to act as point defense against any attack able to Seal. Even if Alpha were to bust out of the highly comfortable and completely functional shower, the missiles would still have a good chance to intercept Alpha trying to stab themselves or another Unsealed Sealer trying to hit Alpha. No Sealing exploitation based tactic will be ignored! Stay unsealed Alpha!

Oh, and the turrets along with their missiles are waterproof. Using the shower will provide no safety from the Sealing attack intercepting missiles! (x3)

5% damage to Alpha! Your unsealing and injuries disappear, in that they never existed to begin with!

Alpha: Mmm... My mistake, my mistake. Do give me another go on that one, please.

Once trapped in the shower, Alpha undresses and begins cleaning himself, humming a song as he does so. For the sake of modesty, you turn away. This leaves you incapable of reacting when Alpha begins violently destroying the shower. When you turn back, any evidence of the shower's existence is gone, save for a missile hole in Alpha's side. 8% damage!

(I'll make my vote in-character. Hope that's OK. Not doing the red text this time for the sake of readability. Actions will come in a future post).

I very strongly vote IN FAVOR of creating a Player Power Lock.

Maybe this is a little selfish of me, but what are we to do without it? My home country and her brothers was destroyed by the Godmodder early in this great war. Even in the best case scenario where his rule didn't end with total genocide of the people, there will be very little left of the actual states but rubble and poisoned land. I have no army to go back to as an officer, and no life to go back to as a private citizen. And I would be surprised if I was the only one here in that situation. I'm sure all of us wish to see our damaged homelands rebuilt after the war, but I must ask: WITH WHAT RESOURCES? There are virtually now powers left, at least no trustworthy ones, that could restore the ruins Verrad has left behind. The greatest exception is, of course, our player powers. In my players powers I saw the way to defeat the Godmodder's influence. Not just by smashing him in the face, but also helping to undo his carnage. I hoped that after this war I could use my powers to kickstart the recovery of my country. Player powers have shown themselves to be capable of great constructive feats even during this war, and I think it would be a sin to give them up right when the ability to build will be needed the most! I want to be able to use my powers to shovel away the Godmodder's rubble. Otherwise, there is nothing left for me to do.

A great man once told us to beat our swords into plowshares once we were done with them. To not make the lock would be to throw the swords away metal and all, and return to the stone age.

Paranoid men will argue that we cannot keep the powers for fear of one of our numbers going rogue in the distant future. I do not believe that risk is as great as they think. Look at our group, would you truly fear that a great portion of our number would go on to become despotic tyrants? Even if a few somehow did, I expect they would not last long. We are players, not Godmodders. Our powers are not so great to unslave worlds in a stroke, and by the time one of us was halfway to that goal many of the others would surely swarm him and take him down in revenge for retreading Verrad's path.

While the world I knew before the Godmodder attacked was hardly a paradise, it was nowhere near hell. And being in the army, I knew the world was full of powers with far less constructive potential than those of the players. We can handle it.

Vote cast!

Guys, a recommendation: if you're not doing something extra shenanigans-y like interrupting their actions, focus down Alpha first, and then Beta. Our fight is eaasier if they go down as quickly as possible.

FOCUS ACTION:
Piono leans back a bit, readying up a callback power action! The power of this callback will greatly empower the power of his next action, and maybe even have an unexpected effect as well next turn!
Piono takes a step back from the explosive dummy replica of himself, cloaked in the power of INVISITEXT.
Power fluctuates around him as he prepares his ULTIMATE CALLBACK BLAST

You prepare a CALLBACK ACTION!

I do not believe that the Player Lock is...a particularly good idea, I vote in favour of No Player Lock.

(x3)I smack Alpha with an Omega Stop Sign,CEASE AND DESIST

6% damage! Alpha politely declines to desist.

I vote in favor of the Player Lock. Should intermittent vengeance arm again his red right hand to plague us?

3x actions: The man in MTF uniform gestures at Alpha, and the Sealed Sealer's right half melts into a monosubstantial liquid of high entropy.

6% damage! Alpha shoves his melting parts back together, and they reform just fine.

I stab the alpha with a pocket knife shaped bone
When i pull it out i make sure a small peice of bone is embedded inside of it
I make that single peice of bone grow like roots into its body
Then grow blades and does as the blender does
Shred stuff(at least in this case)

Also i curse at the people who made that defence room
A room without wifi
What shoddy work do you do people


In case this doesn't work
Or i miss my first attack
Even if don't miss i still do it
I cast Fist
And obliterate everything in the general area where the Alpha is..

Now i request to these gentle creachers, would you kindly perish

No power lock
It's my power why anyone else get to decide about what to do with it
Also i don't trust this Valla person/thing/eldrich horror

Alpha: Without wifi? I have to say... I feel some pity for you.

Alpha: Unfortunately, us creachers currently are not considering perishing.


-7% Alpha HP!

"What the hell did you do to me...?"

Action 1:
I try to pull the dagger out and steady myself.

Actions 2 and 3:
I point defiantly at Alpha and make a long, boring speech about alphas and omegas, and how I am the omega to him, etc, etc. When he tunes me out, I bash him over the head with my prepared speech, which is a stack of engraved stone tablets nine inches thick.

As far as voting goes...

"Can someone catch me up about the Power Lock? I think I missed something."

Edit:
After hearing Piono's explanation, I vote against making the Power Lock.

You take the dagger and shove it further in! You are now moderately injured!

You point at the stone tablets on the opposite side of the room as Alpha, and smack your head into a nearby wall!

You feel odd, partially from smacking your head into a wall, but also partially from the sealing...

Action 1-3: I take a bit of determination from my A.I and fires a Gaster blaster at Alpha. During this, I stab Alpha in the back while shooting Alpha in the head. During this, I distract him while punching and kicking.

You grow an extra 3 arms, and use your 5 arms to do everything at once! 6% damage to Alpha!

I vote against the Player Lock. I, for one, don't want the Fake Golden Ending. I'd rather have the standard ending than that one.

Then I begin to scream and latch onto Beta's face like a rabid weasel with all three of my Actions, preventing him from being able to use his powers.

"GUYS! THEY'RE SEALERS AND THEY'RE UNSEALED BOSSES!" I scream in fear. "THERE'S ALSO THREE OF THEM! WHO WANTS TO BET THAT THEM SEALING EACH OTHER RESETS THEIR HEALTH AND BATTLE PHASES!?"

You dive at Beta and attempt to prevent him from seeing anything with your own body, while also yelling in a high-pitched scream!

Beta: How annoying. This really needs to stop. Gamma, would you...?

Gamma grabs you and throws you back! Not before you managed to poke one of Beta's eyes for 7% damage, of course.

TRG votes to use Celestial Guidance on Sealing.

FOCUS

Alpha receives the wonderful, wonderful experiences of each and everyone one of his atoms exploding into incels, who hate him for being a Alpha Male who gets all the girls . . . or so they think.

Still, Alpha's atoms explode into incels who hate him.

+vote! Need one more...

Since you had an attack shield, that shield took the attack and you weren't actually sealed or injured!

Alpha, being a total chad, is eaten alive by the pure anger and hatred of the incel support group! 7% damage to Alpha!

Letting out a grumble I prepare my combat Knife for battle. As I wait for a good opening on Alpha I speak a bit. "While I do agree that the Power's we have would be incredible to have in rebuilding our world and our nations I don't think we can ultimately trust ourselves with such power. We might have the best of intentions today that are good for the universe which is to stop Verraad. But what about when we have to rebuild our world? We all have different beliefs and ideals about how the world should be rebuilt. Some of us might want to make things back to the way they were, Others will want to changes things for either the benefit of their nation or for themselves, With us having such power we all can enforce our vision of that ideal onto others But what we might believe is best for everyone will not match up with what others think."

I am still keeping an eye on Alpha as I speak. "While some of us would probably try and work out compromises to keep from fighting but that will probably be things that we want that others will be unwilling to agree on. Even if we manage from fighting each-other and rebuild the world in a way we agree on what about afterwards? We will have all this power but nothing to unit us. 5 years, 10 years, 20 year, that is a long time for us to not start changing and if the powers we have grant us immortality then we will have the rest of forever with these powers. People change, what we want or need changes. With all that time we have whats to say we won't change for the worse? While I would like to think I would better then that I know that I have no way of predicting what I will be like 10 or 100 years from now."

I change my posture to a more offensive based one as I wait for a opening on Alpha. "Even then with there still being players around then there will be new ones who will come. Ones who might not have the same good intentions we had. Who will want to use their power solely for themselves and want become even more powerful. I do believe if we want this be done for good without some new Godmodder even if not in name from arising then we need for the whole cycle to end. Not just the Gods and Godmodders but for the cycle of players as well. That is why I vote against the Player Lock."

"Even if we don't have our powers to help us rebuild we still have our skills, our talents, our knowledge and our will to help rebuild the world, It will be slow going and there will be hardship. But if we work together and use what knew and learnt before and after we received our powers we can repair the damage that was done and hopefully make a world a better place."

With that I think I see an opening and I use some power to teleport right to Alpha and I attempt to stab them with my combat Knife aiming for their stomach. (3 CP)

(OOC: In summery I am voting against the Player Lock.)

You cast your vote, stabbing Alpha viciously! 7% damage!

1.''You call that sealing ? Wow you really are pathetic ! Seriously you suck so much I doubt trying to seal me would even work !''
2. If one of them try to seal me : Uno reverse card
3.I punch one of them to the face (because seriously they deserved it)

Beta: Let's test your theory.

You prepare the UNO REVERSE CARD! For a moment, you see a trace of fear flicker across Beta's eyes. You now have the Uno Reverse Card ready if you need it!

You get the ultimate vengeance on these jerks... with ONE PUNCH TO THE FACE! 2% damage to Alpha! Karma is balanced once again.

Just in case it wasn't clear, Leah's vote ((mine I guess)) stands from before-no Power Lock.

Leah votes to use Celestial Guidance to figure out what Sealing is and how to counter/work around/mitigate it. Just in case. You never know.

Creativity is kind of dry right now so she just dropkicks a rock into Alpha's face with her three actions. She'll probably resume her tale soon-ish.

+vote cast! Here goes...

6% damage to Alpha! Rocks are historically a reliable way of dealing damage.

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The Replica Player hits Beta with all 3 actions for 6% damage!

Alpha: Oh no, I'm on the verge of defeat. Whatever shall I do?

Beta: Concerning, concerning, really!

Beta: The Players are probably counting on eliminating us one by one.


Alpha: *snicker*

Alpha attacks Crusher, ParadoxDragonPaci, CaptainNZZZ (stopped by attack shield), Alastair Dragovich, Karpinsky, and Cephalos Jr! All of them receive a dagger to the chest, and are SEALED plus receive slight injuries!

Gamma: Can... can I... can... can I have the ones already Sealed?

Beta: Go ahead. Let me get a few more first.

Beta pulls out his own set of sealing knives, and throws them at the Replica Player, Ranger Strider, Winkins, Eternalstruggle, and Strider626! Everyone is SEALED and slightly injured!

Gamma rushes up to DragonOfHope, ParadoxDragonPaci, Cephalos Jr, Crusher, and Winkins! Laughing, he stomps on their feet! Once! Twice! Everyone hit drops to the ground, clutching their toes!

Gamma: I-It's only the... the start! Haha!

The five hit Players are moderately injured!

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From far off, a remnant of the God of Magic and Knowledge's Power aids you...

CELESTIAL GUIDANCE!

Throughout many years, a group known as the Sealers acted as private assassins for the Godmodder Verraad. Their method of killing foes was especially insidious. One stab from their dagger would render a victim SEALED. Sealing is a special effect that only works on Players, and causes every action they take to have the opposite effect of what the Player intended. In the past, no Player has ever figured out how to circumvent this effect on their own. Little information is available on these assassins even to a god - nobody who ever worked with or against them has lived to tell the tale. However, it isn't as simple as making your actions do the opposite of what you say you will do - it reads your intentions, and does the opposite of that, instead. As no known solution to this conundrum exists, it is difficult for even a minor god's guidance to answer how one should escape this trap.

Alpha: How quaint. Saving us the trouble of monologing.

Alpha: Well, most Players take 2-3 turns to figure that out, and by that point they're already dead. Pat yourselves on the back - you're ahead of the curve.


Alpha smiles once again.

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Player Power: [IIIIIIII] 40%

FINAL ROOM:

[PG]Alpha, Unsealed Sealer: 23% HP! (Boss)
[PG]Beta, Unsealed Sealer: 55% HP! (Boss)
[PG]Gamma, Unsealed Sealer: 98% HP! (Boss)


Players:
ExoSkeletal (moderately injured)(SEALED)
DragonOfHope (Goopcalibur - 28+15 Power + Goop/Poison effects!)(Extra Goopcalibur power is used when attacking)(moderately injured)(SEALED)
Daskter
Eyowe (moderately injured)(SEALED)
Strider (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Gnich(Recharging Thorn Shield, protects from 2 attacks and damages attackers, recharge one use for one action)
Crusher(moderately injured)(SEALED)
ParadoxDragonPaci(moderately injured)(SEALED)
DanganMachin (Uno Reverse Card Protection)
Captain.cat
FlamingFlapjacks (has nine-sided die gun)(D U C K)
Eternalstruggle (slightly injured)(SEALED)
ThatRandomGuy
Alastair Dragovich(slightly injured)(SEALED)
Piono
The Nonexistent Tazz
CaptainNZZZ (has Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Remnant crypt energy, Godmodder Tracker V1.0, always-hit-Monocle)
General_Urist (slightly injured)(SEALED)
GoldHero101 (has Ultimo Durana(4 power left))
Replica Player (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Karpinsky (slightly injured)(SEALED)
The Quiet Watcher (Antimatter bullet)
JOEbob (has Something)(Second body)
Cephalos Jr. (moderately injured)(SEALED)
Bill Nye
Ranger Strider (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Winkins (moderately injured)(SEALED)

Player Inventory:
Celestial Guidance(1 uses left)
Powerful Callback Greatsword
Ore of Orichalcum
Godmodder Soul Orb
Cybil's blood sample
Shadow Agitator


OOC: Apologies for not having an updated inventory earlier - everything is there now.
 
The Ruins - V
So, there's no counter to this. Yeah that's totally balanced.

Focused Action: I do absolutely nothing. It's the only way to make this not worse.


Wait, are you sure you can't resist this?

Attempting to resist it would be futile. Attempting to do anything would be futile. I'm giving up.

This isn't-

If I'm lucky, someone will figure out how to remove the Sealing effect before it's too late. But if not, I guess I'll just die.

...

Entity Orders: Replica Player, attack Alpha! Just do it!

(OOC: Seriously, if you're sealed, just do nothing. They can't invert your actions if there's nothing to invert)

Your intent was to do nothing! Instead, you do something, by writing a treatise on why bagels are the best breakfast food!

I toss out a flashbang. Not a generic flashbang, but one that draws the eyes with a cacaphony of evil laugher and memes. If I want them to focus solely on the flashbang.... Well they'd be pretty focused on me won't they? If I want them focused on me instead.... that flashbang looks pretty appealing innit?

Intention break! 1% damage to each of the three assassins! One ends up focused on the flashbang, the other two on you!

"What?!? You..." I transform Ultimo Durana into a lute and...

3 ACTION FOCUS - THROUGH THE TABLES AND THE MEMES: I play Through The Tables and The Memes. Yeaaaah. These guys hate it! Apparently memes are a little too juicy for em.

You use 3 of Ultimo Durana's remaining power! 5% damage to all three assassins! They try to cover their ears, but its too loud! Doesn't help that you don't know how to play the lute, and you think you're playing Through the Tables And the Memes but are actually just plucking random notes!

"So... Actions have the opposite effect to intentions, huh?" I muse. "What about something without intent?"

I snap my fingers, expending my Actions in doing so.

"Anyway. You know what's not an Action? Talking. In fact, I'm just going to establish it right here..."

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Action Summary:

FOCUS: I snap my fingers. Something happens?

====================================================================================================================

"There" I smile in satisfaction, then turn to everyone who is unsealed. "So, uh... can you guys try and unseal us? Please? We need to keep everyone from getting sealed if we don't want to have to fight our own intentions?"


"Now that that is out of the way..." I turn to the assassins. "Let's chat. So, have you three been keeping up with current events? Such as the Godmodder's ascension and stuff? And how he plans on omniciding Reality? And now has the power to do so?"

You expend actions with no further explanation!

...

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Intention Break! Beta is sent reeling, having lost 20% HP! However, the Curse of Repetitiveness won't let that happen again!

Beta: Indeed we have. Of course, resisting the Godmodder is futile.

Beta: If we have a finite amount of time before Reality ends, then, well...


Alpha: I can't think of any better way to spend it than this.

Edited: I mind control myself to hate and want to kill all players.

Your intent was to mind control yourself to hate and want to kill all the Player's enemies. However, you do the opposite: Mind control the enemies to hate and want to kill all Players!

...They were going to do that anyway, so no change.

FOCUS ACTION

Piono, still crackling with power, careens forwards at incredibly high speed and bodyslams right into Alpha, dealing enormous damage to him!
Piono taps his foot impatiently after sparta-kicking the trapped dummy at Alpha. He wasn't expecting to have to stay invisible this long just for a cheesey counter.
The extent of the callback doesn't seem to be very obvious yet.

Hmm...

7% damage to Alpha!

FOCUS:
I just sit there, breathing calmly, making absolutely no move against any of the Unsealed Sealers. Best thing to do is wait it out, like Crusher said.

You scream, run in circles, and slam into things!

All actions:
I have a seat with my fellow sealed players and do nothing, while making seal noises.

You make badger noises! Badgers are the natural predators of seals, right?

x3 Action:
Eyowe just spent 6 actions shoving a dagger further into himself.

He fucking cries.

You buck up, put a brave face on, and smile!

[1x] I head over to Alpha and punch them in the face so hard they get a nosebleed, doing damage over time to them
[1x] I head over to Beta and show them something. when they try to destroy Something I point out I showed them something, not Something. the confusion lasts just long enough for me to eat their leg, giving them a legbleed. and making them have to hop around all awkward-like.
[1x] I foot over to gimel and daled his face into the evehn, beishveil sheh whoo lo ieh mishoo sheh yachol lahasot et col ha dvarim she ani rotze sheh whoo lo yasot. beishveil lahasot etse, whoo olech lahasot abrei lalechet le machom she yahaseh sheh whoo lo eieh chai, beh derech mehod metaphysicalie.
<Tln : Gamma gets damage over time effect.>

-2% Alpha HP! They just stuff a tissue up their nose.

-3% Beta HP!

Gamma can't read what you wrote. He takes 2% not being able to read damage.

Focus: energy starts gathering again as I prepare for a big attack. I heft my sword up now and it starts to glow an ominous orange.

You are preparing for an important attack...

3x: The man in MTF uniform throws Alpha into a pit.
As Alpha falls, he notices a spiral staircase winding around the edge of the pit.
Alpha falls deeper and deeper, and starts to see a light coming from deeper in.
The light gets brighter and brighter, and just as Alpha reaches terminal velocity...
His foot catches the spiral staircase, and he smacks into the wall.


"Hey, you. You're finally awake."

Alpha slaps themselves until they wake up from their dream. 8% damage!

"You incompetents. You fools! Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line!" ES folded his arms, the Sultan of Smug in the flesh, before Amelia raised a hand tentatively.

"But sir, not to put too fine a point on it, you aren't Sicilian."

ES shrugs in reply. "I'm honorary Sicilian."

Amelia narrowed her eyes. "Since when?"

"Since I became an omu d'onuri in the mafia. This was before I met you." When Amelia threw up her arms and prepared to yell in protest, ES pressed a finger to her lips. "Shh. No objections now. Only logic."

ES conjures forth a table with a cloth over it and a pair of cups on top of it. Both are filled with seemingly identical wine. ES also summons a chair, and sits down in it. On the other side of the table is Beta.

"In one of these cups is Iocane Powder. Tasteless, odourless, colourless, dissolves perfectly, and is a supremely deadly poison. Also has no antidote." ES smirks.

Beta glares over the table. "You know this is pointless, right?"

ES ignores him. "Now, the classic solution to this is to have built up an immunity to it over the years and then poison both cups, but obviously that won't work here. If I suggest both cups are poisoned, then obviously that will mean neither has been poisoned. That won't get me anywhere. Neither will having neither cup by poisoned, because then my intent would clearly be to game the system, and neither cup would be poisoned also in that case."

"So are you going somewhere with this?"

"Naturally." ES rolls his head back, his smirk never leaving his face. "Equally obviously, if all this was just a distraction while Amelia shivved you in the back, that would just result in me getting shanked instead. Again, that won't get me anywhere."

"I'm tempted to stab you just to get this to stop." She muttered under her breath.

"The game is such: you have to pick which cup to drink. The reason you'll pick one is because if you don't, then you'll walk away never knowing what my plan was, and that's going to deal emotional damage to you. Since that would be your choice to walk away, my oncoming intent reversal won't affect it. It doesn't matter if it's made both, neither, or one of the cups poisoned, or if its changed the poison, or anything else, because it's not actually me making the choice to walk away. Ergo, you will count on your Sealing as reliable, drink from a cup, and then laugh at me for thinking this would work, is what you think will happen. But in fact I believe you'll find it will work, and you will be dying of poison, and I will be the one that's laughing. And the setup can't be stopped, because all this wasn't an Action, and so is immune to the Sealing effect." ES snaps his fingers.

FOCUSED ACTION: THE GAME OF WITS

"Ah, I love technicalities." ES leaned back yet further, slouching in his chair. "Now, if you're wondering which cup to pick, allow me to help. Obviously, since I am trying to kill you, but the intent reversal means that the poison was in my cup and not yours, so you should just drink them as is and watch as I suffer total organ failure."

Beta shook his head. "But because you've said that, that clearly means your actual intent was to do that, so the poison would be reversed, which means it would be in my cup. You can't fool me that easily."

ES rolled his eyes behind his shades. "A dull mind would believe that, yes, but what you've failed to notice is the narrative hints I laid earlier. The fact that Iocane Powder comes from Australia and Australia was a penal colony was relevant in the scene we're referencing right now, and I specifically took the time at the beginning of this to mention that I'm part of a criminal organisation, making it relevant. Ergo, because I am used to not being trusted by others like you no doubt do not trust me now, you should assume that I am prepared for you to not follow my advice, and therefore will have ensured that not following my advice will get you killed, but due to the intent reversal, you must instead assume that ignoring my advice is the correct course of action."

"So I can just ignore everything you say?" Beta asks, with something resembling hope in his eyes.

ES barks out a short laugh. "Not even close! Because, remember, you pick which one of the goblets to drink from, and I pick which one of the goblets is poisoned, so you have to try and understand my logical pathways even if you don't listen to my advice, because since picking the goblets is out of my hands you can't assume the Sealing will cause this action to fail, and if I can predict your logic successfully then all I have to do is put the poison in the cup you pick. Which is simple, really. Just pick the cup you're going to."

Beta just stares, and ES sighs.

"This would be obvious if you were following along. By picking a cup then the opposite one would at first seem to be picked, but since it's known that I know that it would be assumed I was trying to game it, and thus the poison would go back in the originally suggested cup. Now, don't question that logic, because if you do then we're going to get trapped in an infinite loop of I know the universe knows I know, and at that point god knows what'll happen. Or I suppose he won't know, taking the fact that he's dead into consideration."

"...so now I make my choice-"

The Edgelord Supreme snorts derisively. "Yeah, if you want to be stupid about it. But as even a simpleton like you knows, the Mafia was suppressed by the fascist government in the Interwar years, and part of the fascist's rise to power was the Italian people feeling cheated out of land promised to them by the Allies in World War I. Who was part of the Allies? The British. So the Mafia was suppressed by a government that came into power because of the Australians, so why would the Sicilian Mafia act like Australian criminals when they have good reason to dislike Britain because of the government change it brought about? So in actuality, my entire earlier point is invalid, and you have to do the opposite of that, which is listen to my advice."

"...so I-"

"You wish buddy." ES folds his arms. "I know that you were about to say that the correct course of action was to swap the cups because my last points cancelled each other out, but what you've clearly failed to take into account is the fact that I know you're not a complete moron and would have accounted for your obvious logical deduction, and made sure that the poison really did end up in my cup so you would swap them around and die. Obviously, I'd do that by suggesting that it did go in my cup to get in the double cross like I already explained, because that didn't get cancelled via my explanation of the history of the Sicilian Mafia, because why would it." ES chuckled the chuckle of a confident man. "Come on, this is child's play."

"Also, I don't think that's even Iocane Powder?" Amelia said, clearly as confused as Beta by the proceedings.

"Quite right. I knew that Beta might be prepared for it when I first brought up the Sicilian thing, so I used a different poison so any counter attempts were wasted." ES tapped his head. "You always have to be thinking ten steps ahead of a Godmodder trooper, that's what I've learned. Speaking of which, you obviously shouldn't keep the cups the same and should reverse them, because as you would know if you were paying attention I know you're both the monologue type and the "middle child" of the Sealers. That means a tendency to gloat combined with a desire to prove yourself, coalescing into clear signs of arrogance and megalomania, meaning I'd be counting on you being utterly certain in your own logic, which in turn obviously means I'd rely on you assuming you wanted to swap the cups, but due to intent reversal that means the poison would be in your cup and not mine."

Beta very slowly begins to make a nodding motion before ES shakes his head firmly. "Of course, that's what you would think if you hadn't been paying any attention to what I've been saying. Remember, I can manipulate the effects of the inversion because the universe knows I know about the reversal, so will reverse back to the first position, allowing me to pick normally, so every time you try to use the reversal in your logic that's wrong." ES pauses just long enough for the information to be digested. "But obviously if I'm sure of that assumption, then you will surely understand that the universe knows and can reverse again, but as we both know I'll have to avoid delving deeper than one layer at a time there to avoid an infinite loop."

"The other thing I haven't mentioned yet is that you've already experienced death once, so would have a natural inclination to avoid it even more than most. Thus, if you were too confused to make a logical decision, you would swap the goblets. At least that's what a lesser mind might be inclined to think, but I'm well aware that since dying gave you a surely euphoric boost of power, you might be inclined to not fear death, even if you do not want it while Unsealed, and so choose to drink the goblet as is and assume it'll be fine. But of course, the Godmodder also programmed you to win, so you might decide to try and take the route most likely to win, which a simple trickster's mind such as yours would naturally assume is to swap the goblets. However, that's too much effort, and if there's one thing programmed things do it's take the most efficient route, which would be not to swap the cups. In conclusion, you can't rely on a non-logical method to see you through, unless you decide to swap the goblets because you don't like being compared to a machine, in which case you'd be playing right into my hand, since I predicted that before you were even born."

There was a momentary pause.

"Now, I could go on, but for the sake of time I think I'll let you choose now." After Beta had either swapped or not swapped the cups, they both drank the full thing.

"I hope you appreciate the wine. That was a good vintage I conjured up."

Neither of them. This attack can still deal confusion and mental damage even if the cups aren't poisoned at all, after all.

Now, the question is how the intent reversal will affect the poisoning. That remains up to the Arbitrator.

Your intent was to... not... hurt... confusion...

Intention Break! 25% confusion damage to Beta!

[aleph] Leah looked at the three Unsealed Sealers. "... I liked you better when you were silent. But whatever. Excuse me."

Leah tosses a smoke bomb at her feet, obscuring view of her.

[bet] Leah takes advantage of this momentary distraction to also take advantage of the fact the Sealed Sealers are at the front of the room, IE where we entered, rather than the back, IE where the CSW is, to, uh. Just sort of. Walk up, phase through the glass, and read the Critical Soul Weakness if she can, as well as register any ways out from her newfangled position.

It would technically be a final trial if we were to carefully avoid dying to the Sealed Sealers through thinking outside the box, IE ignoring the obvious big deadly distraction for our actual goal. The smoke bomb is just to get around them in case I've failed to understand the geometry of the room and they could legitimately block our paths.

[gimel] Leah then chucks a rock into Gamma's face for hopefully a smidge of damage. Rocks aren't very creative, though. BUt that actually isn't a rock, it's a Geodude about to use Selfdestruct.

"... I'll be honest at some point I kind of lost my willingness to exposit about my 'tragic backstory' to some degree." Leah says, realizing how little she's been doing it since the races started.

The CSW is locked behind everything-proof glass, in suspended animation at the center of a chamber. The smoke momentarily obscuring thing, you get close enough to see it floating, but... you can't make out anything on it.

2% damage to Gamma!


Your brain conjures up the entirely of Shrek 2 and plays it on x10 speed.

(x3)
Daskter was off the battlefield for so long, that EVERYBODY forgotten about him...

SUPRISE ATTACK

I stabbed in the blindspot of Alpha with a Greatsword.
Aka just a bigger dagger.

6% damage to Gamma! Alpha is sent stumbling! He totally forgot about you!

Well Fuck. Reeling from the twin blows of realizing there will be no power lock and getting sealed, I just sit down somwhere on the floor dejected, and....... start writing erotic fanfiction involving seals? Might as well try to see if I can learn something about that SEALED status without getting myself or others killed.

You write totally ordinary fanfiction about badgers. While standing. On the ceiling.

Action 1-3: I then proceed to go to alpha once again and create a smash ball and unleash my final smash! I punch Alpha a whole bunch of times and then fire a giant laser at him

7% damage to Gamma! Your final smash is so unspeakably epic, everybody looks away as you use it, including yourself! ...Now nobody knows what it actually does.

Yep, definitely should have collected the unneeded attack shields and attack redirectors from my entities. Bringing the Temporal Guardian would have also been great but I certainly should have taken all those defensive measures. Oh well, still lasted two turns with without being Sealed...

Anyway, like the self-centered individual and waster of actions, I give myself an attack shield....wait, hold that thought. Items are currently unable to be created...but effects are clearly not. Just look at how attack shields can be made! It means I have a way to be self-centered but only somewhat waste my actions on pointless stuff!

Conjuring up emerald tinted energy I cocoon myself in a series of layers until my figure is thoroughly obscured by pulsating energy. A barrier that perfectly encased my form and even stretches partially into nearby dimensions for extra security.

Yet, that's still not enough energy. Fortunately, this place has so many defenses and 'systems' I'll just steal some with a quiet replication of the Power Cosmic. Hmmm, that dimensional barrier looks useful. Reach out into the natural flow of energy, overload the overlapping dimensions with astral energy, and immediately drain to reinforce the energy surrounding me.

I think I'll call this effect I've created...Emerald Cascade.

The effect of this...effect is simple. Calling back to the thorns that once coated the Wall, it provides a form of punishment for those attacking. Melee attacks find themselves scorched by touching the energy, ranged attacks attach a surge of emerald lightning that retraces the attack's route back to the sender, and weaponized sandwiches get through, successfully smack me, and then get launched back. Thus, the effect Emerald Cascade can be compared quite strongly to that one, old mechanic where attackers received damage after attacking that particular entity.

Of course, to manage this effect will need more than just this Ruth's actions, especially if the energy draw drawn from the local dimensional barrier will continue flowing. Sadly, this means I won't have any actions without sacrificing this effect. My three actions will automatically be used up to maintain this effect barring the cancellation order, leaving me with no action(s) to take. No usable idea Player power, no actions for me to use. Oh well, I can accept the inability to use actions for the time being.

Even though I'll die painfully, a effect I have no control over and that automatically uses up my actions will leave my foes with bruised knuckles and a stubbed toe! (x3)

"You know, it's really fortunate that none of us have entities with a variety of ways to escape from their current location and actions spent giving them the ability to act within their current confines that could come aid us against these Player specific Unsealed Bosses. Cue excessive coughing."

You create a thorns effect that deal damage to attacking Assassins!

Alpha: Hmm...

Feeling fairly sure that Alpha is about to go down thanks to the other players attacking them I decide I'll go after Beta and attempt to weaken them if not take them down.

Closing my eyes I focus my energy onto another wish. 'I wish to teleport right next to Beta!' It takes a few moments but then suddenly a red flash of light consumes my vision and I am standing right next to Beta on their left. Quickly I start striking at them with my combat knife attempt to get a good stab or two in them. (3 CP)

6% damage to Beta! Some of the damage spreads to Gamma!

Gamma: Oh no! You two are at 0% HP? Whatever shall we do!?

Beta: Careful, we're cutting this one a bit close. No matter, we'll be fine.

I wanna try something out
I poke myself with a bone needle
Wonder what's gonna happen

You didn't really have any intention at all, so you just poke yourself with a bone needle!

...It hurts.

It's a long time siince I have done sports so here are my special ''triathlon'' :
1. Bowling : I guess you don't mind being the pins
2. Archery : Or the targets...
3. Baseball : Without the ball or the bases... in fact, it consists only of me beating you up with a bat.

7% damage to Gamma! You win all the games and declare yourself the master of sports!

All Actions: I get mad at General_Urist for whining about not having a stupid, crappy Player Power Lock and smash my fist into his skull in rage. I then walk off to be grumpy in a corner and kick a rock. Now my foot hurts.

Your intention was probably to heal General Urist. So instead, you really DO smash your first into his skull! General Urist is now moderately injured!

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Beta: Right. Strike fast.

Alpha swipes twice at a flashbang, before realizing what he's doing and refocusing! He then stabs Daskter, rips off Gnich's recharging Thorn Shield device and shatters it in his hands, and stabs captain.cat and flaming flapjacks! All hit with the stab are injured and sealed!

Beta: You see, the three of us share HP. Until we all hit 0, its as though none of us hit 0.

Beta: And you're just about to run out of Damage Per Turn.


Beta stabs That_Random_Guy, Piono, The Nonexistent Tazz, CaptainNZZZ (taking 2% damage), GoldHero101, and The Quiet Watcher!

Beta: Gamma. This group is good. We need you to get them all sealed right now. We can't leave them unsealed any longer.

Gamma: Fine, fine, good, yes, if that's what it takes to dish out the pain! But there's only 7 turns left for me to be alive, so next turn, next turn, next turn is the timew!

Beta: Yes, we all will, just keep us safe now.

Gamma stabs Bill Nye, The_Two_Eternities, and JOEbob, making them slightly injured and sealed! Finally, he punches Dangan_Machin in the face so hard he needs to replace it! DanganMachin is moderately injured!

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Beta: Good try, Players.

Alpha: Yes, very good try.

Beta: With your entire group sealed, your damage output is now functionally 0. We may not have much health between us, but what does it matter to us when you can't deal a lick of damage?

Alpha: You're welcome to try! Please! We appreciate it!

Player Power: [IIIIIII] 35%

FINAL ROOM:

[PG]Alpha, Unsealed Sealer: 0% HP! (Boss)
[PG]Beta, Unsealed Sealer: 0% HP! (Boss)
[PG]Gamma, Unsealed Sealer: 61% HP! (Boss)


Players:
ExoSkeletal (moderately injured)(SEALED)
DragonOfHope (Goopcalibur - 28+15 Power + Goop/Poison effects!)(Extra Goopcalibur power is used when attacking)(moderately injured)(SEALED)
Daskter (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Eyowe (moderately injured)(SEALED)
Strider (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Gnich(preparing...)
Crusher(moderately injured)(SEALED)
ParadoxDragonPaci(moderately injured)(SEALED)
DanganMachin (Uno Reverse Card Protection)(moderately injured)
Captain.cat (moderately injured)(SEALED)
FlamingFlapjacks (has nine-sided die gun)(D U C K)(slightly injured)(SEALED)
Eternalstruggle (slightly injured)(SEALED)
ThatRandomGuy (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Alastair Dragovich(slightly injured)(SEALED)
Piono (slightly injured)(SEALED)
The Nonexistent Tazz (slightly injured)(SEALED)
CaptainNZZZ (has Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Remnant crypt energy, Godmodder Tracker V1.0, always-hit-Monocle)(Emerald Cascade, hurts attackers!) (slightly injured)(SEALED)
General_Urist (moderately injured)(SEALED)
GoldHero101 (has Ultimo Durana(1 power left)) (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Replica Player (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Karpinsky (slightly injured)(SEALED)
The Quiet Watcher (Antimatter bullet)(slightly injured)(SEALED)
JOEbob (has Something)(Second body)(slightly injured)(SEALED)
Cephalos Jr. (moderately injured)(SEALED)
Bill Nye(slightly injured)(SEALED)
Ranger Strider (slightly injured)(SEALED)
Winkins (moderately injured)(SEALED)
The_Two_Eternities(slightly injured)(SEALED)

Player Inventory:
Celestial Guidance(1 uses left)
Powerful Callback Greatsword
Ore of Orichalcum
Godmodder Soul Orb
Cybil's blood sample
Shadow Agitator
 
The Ruins - VI
So not only do you have a gimmick worse than Chara's, but you even stole Chara's gimmick of not dying at 0% HP?

Time to die.


No, it's not time to attack yet.

It is very much time to attack.

Let's hold a vote between us. Vote YES if you want to attack now, vote NO if you don't. I'll start by voting NO.

YES.

NO. Bad idea.

She has a plan. YES.

I'm abstaining, I'm not intelligent enough for this.

So, we have a tie. Which is going to turn into-

Do I count as a vote?

Do you?

I'll allow it.

Good. According to my analysis, the correct order is to not attack. I'm voting NO.

Alright, the vote is done. I will give the order.

Free Action: "No one is to attack Gamma. Do anything that is not attacking Gamma instead. As your actions, do nothing other than stating that you follow this order."

As a side note, I now have a really major headache. Thankfully, I believe I have assured our success.

Well, I don't care about your vote. I'm going to try to beat the inversion with math and logic.

Core Issue: Let's express the Utility of an attack as a variable U. This is the net positive effect for the Player team of performing this action. An action that harms the overall AG cause would have a negative total Utility.

In general, the utility of a player's action follows the following formula:

U = P * I

P in this case is player power, a normally-fixed value that can potentially be increased through investing Charge (at least it could when Charge still existed). I represents for Intent, a value that is normally 1 but increases when the action is creative or particularly invested (notably, Pionoplayer has achieved incredibly high Intent values of 10+ in some circumstances).

The Sealing effect inverts the Intent value if the total Utility of the attack would be greater than zero.

For instance, if I shot Gamma, that would result in an action with positive total Utility, and thus the Sealing would take effect to invert my Intent.

If the effect was simply inverting actions based on their listed actions, it would be almost useless. I could say that I shoot myself (an action that would normally have negative total Utility), and it would invert to me shooting Gamma. However, with the Sealing effect, as shooting myself has negative Utility, it does not get inverted again.

I could try some conventional trickery by claiming a different intent from my actual action, but it's generally obvious that any action that would have a negative Utility is a stupid action that we don't actually want to take. Thus, it seems impossible to make an action with positive Utility.

But there is an exception.
Sometimes the action inversion is not an inversion of effect power. For instance, one individual attempted to attack one of the Sealers with a sword. The inversion of Utility would involve him attacking another player, but instead he attacked the ground, an action with an effective Utility of zero. That complicates things.

If I had been lucky enough to discover the nature of the effect before it happened, I could have put up my mental barriers beforehand and blocked the effect outright. But now an attempt to purge the effect with simple mental willpower would turn into me having a lack of willpower and failing to block the effect. It's incredibly frustrating, but I still have options.

Luckily, I have two secret weapons. Firstly, I have complete control over my own mind, and can manipulate my own intentions (at least, if I can get the intention for those actions). And secondly, I have Omega, an alternate personality that is identical to my own in every way except for not being in control of my body.

So, how do I use that to overcome the sealing effect?

Supposed my action was "I heal Gamma, and I manipulate my own mind so that my intention of this act is truly to heal Gamma." If it worked, the healing would be a true intention (causing it to be turned into damage), but the intention of my action to manipulate my own mind would be inverted, causing it to not happen. At best, it might be chance to manipulate Gamma's mind so that Gamma heals himself instead of attacking.

But I wouldn't do that anyways. I'm adopting the Chara playbook here, the playbook used against dirty scumbag bosses who use tricks to become harder to kill than the Godmodder that summoned them.
Granted, that playbook was built to fight a bastard who was powering herself with raw DETERMINATION to resist death, but it's entirely applicable here.

But first, some Thought Experiments. None of these are actions that I actually take.

Though Experiment 1: What if I were to intentionally drop myself to Mortally Wounded status? On the surface, such an action would have negative net Utility for the team, and would be unchanged. But, dropping to Mortally Wounded opens up the option to execute a Mortal Blast, an incredibly powerful action that would likely be able to override the Sealing effect.

Of course, it probably can't override the Sealing effect, and would likely get everyone to die alongside me. Thus, it would have negative Utility, and would be allowed if and only if a Mortal Blast would be inverted in intention.

Thought Experiment 2: I do something, and have Omega do the opposite of that thing.

If Sealing was simple, this would result in that thing occuring, either because I did it or I did the opposite and Omega did the opposite of my opposite. However, what would actually happen is that we both end up doing the opposite of the thing we want to do. If I did the negative-U action, I would do it and Omega's intent would be inverted to make her do the same thing I do. If I did the positive-U action, my action would be flipped so that I did the negative-U action, and Omega's intent would be inverted so that she also did the negative-U action.

If I had Omega attempt to take the same actions I did, the same thing would happen, with Omega's intent being selectively inverted every time.

Thought Experiment 3: I throw out a distraction drone armed with a gun. It's unclear whether the drone's intent is to distract or shoot.

According to my current theories, this would result in a null case, meaning nothing happens. But yet, a similar instance was just employed, and it did not hit a null case, and achieved results.

Why did this not trigger a null case? If I could figure out how to employ an attack that sticks the enemies between one bad things and another, I could practically ensure something bad happens to them.

Thought Experiment 4: I have the ability to manipulate my intentions. I manipulate my mind so that any actions I take are actions that I intend to take.

Obviously, what would happen here is that I end up manipulating my mind in the opposite manner, to no effect. Assuming it doesn't stop me from mind manipulation outright.

But yet, that seems promising. Maybe...

Thought Experiment 5: I talk to Gamma, with a good enough speech to convince him to defect.

Theoretically, would be inverted to either rambling irrelevantly or pissing Gamma off, enraging him. That might be marginally useful to draw his attack, but it would likely also raise his attack value.

Except, talking isn't inverted. We see this with EternalStruggle's post, which was clearly intended to cause confusion damage, but yet did not cause confusion damage.

Alright, this is the best bet to attack with.

Focused Action: I start talking (or whatever it is you call sending messages telepathically) to Gamma.

So, you're really unlucky that your Sealing power only works on Players. If a Godmodder was affected, they would die instantly as every effort they took to defend themselves backfired. I wonder how difficult it would be for a Player to give you the ability to Seal the Godmodder, if all of the players weren't Sealed at the moment. Then you'd be able to win outright.


You do realize they are arbitrary Godmodder constructs, right? You'd have better odds mind-controlling them and implanting your own personalities into their minds than convincing them with any form of persuasion.

Even with the Sealing effect?

Yes.

Talking is the only thing unaffected by the Sealing. You saw the thing EternalStruggle did, even though his intention for talking to Beta was to cause confusion damage, the talking was not subverted and turned unintelligible.

It's not going to work, and I refuse to allow you to waste this action like this.

I mind-control my main personality to force her to start attempting to mind-control Gamma.

You do realize that I have perfect defenses, right? I defend against the mind-control by Omega with all of my ability.

I create a diversion by making your body spin clockwise at high velocity.

But I'm in control of the body, not you.

One, I still have access to telekinesis. Two, by your acknowledging my maneuver, you've made my diversion effective, even if my intent is inverted and it fails to be a diversion.

And what is that supposed to accomplish?

I send a dagger into your back.

What?

There's one of the Sealers' daggers that was removed from captain.cat earlier, and then discarded for being irrelevant. I pick it up with telekinesis and stab it into my back.


Why do I feel like I've entered a Jojo fight scene?

Maybe it's because you literally attempted to call me your "Stand" on multiple occasions. Fun fact, if I'm your stand, that means that you can't beat me without another stand. You can't exactly kill my user without killing yourself, now can you?

Except you aren't a Stand because I only ever sent you after the enemy users directly. Turns out Killer Queen can't protect its user against being crushed on all sides.

Anyways, as for that dagger, I knew it was coming with my precognition, and I deflected it with telekinesis.

Exactly what I was counting on. While you spent a millisecond doing that, I had an open window to hijack your telepathy channel and start mind-controlling Gamma directly.

That left a window for me to begin mind-controlling you.

But I have the same defenses you do, because we're both the same person. So, it doesn't work.

Now I get to unveil my own diversion!

Wait, what's that?

This is the PSR, or Prototype Soul Ripper. When fired at something, it turns their body into a laboratory and executes millions of tiny experiments over the course of a second, millions of unique attacks that each have a chance of triggering the target's Critical Soul Weakness.

You do realize that's not how finding a Critical Soul Weakness works, right? If something like that could actually work, we wouldn't be in the Ruins right now.

Yeah, hence why it's the Prototype Soul Ripper and not the Completed Soul Ripper. It was originally devised to prepare for a recurrence of Chara, but it's no more effective than a normal weapon at such a task. However, a notable property of it is that the millions of experiments performed in an instant cause an immense amount of pain (in addition the immense amount of physical damage inflicted).

You aren't-

I'm going to use it on Gamma to cause a massive spike of pain input, enough to overload your control.

That's torture. You would die before committing an act of torture. It's kinda an Intrinsic Vow on your part.

But you have control of Gamma, and since you're like me, you have the same complete immunity to torture that I do.

But what if I don't have control of Gamma? What if I merely claimed to have control of Gamma to make you adjust your attack patterns, but didn't and actually saved my energy for something else?

Did you?

I'm not going to say.

...

...

Damn you. I put down the Prototype Soul Ripper.

Excellent. Now I have full control over Gamma with no interference. I force Gamma to intentionally get hit by all player attacks this round.

You give the order!

Your intent was to talk for way too long! You stay completely silent!

Edited, had a better idea. I mind control gamma into attacking me.

Your intent was for to be reversed - you'd either mind control yourself into attacking gamma, or mind control gamma into attacking himself! Either way, you'd hurt Gamma! But because your intention was to do the opposite of what you did, you do the thing instead! Gamma attacks you! You are now seriously injured! Ow...

Oh great! this suck!

...... wait....

How can I fight back.... if I can't do anything.....

...........then......

Action 1-3: I don't do anything.

You scream very loudly.

[1x] I Wish the Salad would Dog into the cat my disappearing face-tooth!

[1x] I start talking. In order to figure out my actual intention, you're going to have to read the entirety of my upcoming ramble.
I hope you're ready, mate.
"This battle is nearing its end, or it seems like it, anyway. It won't be much longer before I either end up one of the sole remaining cosmic powers in a pseudomultiverse ripe for improvement, or dead, given the probalistically foolish decision of the other players in order to- Ah, come to think of it! given my intended length, I should pro-"
"Phase Ten, Section Fifteen, Subsection Five, Iteration three, Codename, JOEc."

"Tutorial // Introduction"
">For ease of reading, I've decided to implement a color-coded header system. The color of the header for a section, subsection, or phase will be color-coded, in a manner that may or may not change every time it occurs, but always relates in some unspecified way to the content of the section."
">This Tutorial sector has been inserted here as it does not become relevant until this point."
">Due to the complexity of this system and the possibility of edge cases, This tutorial will often be updated. However, for posterity it is best you, dear reader, be aware of all past versions."
"> When a Tutorial//Introduction Update occurs or is thought up, the old version will be inserted at the current bottom of the document. This allows for relative chronology to be preserved in as unintuitive a manner as possible."
">>Such insertions may occur in the middle of a sentence, paragraph, word, or other literary construct. Depending on memory, it is possible the argument will continue unabated, or that I will insert tarrying amounts of male cow excrement and pretend that's what I planned all along."
">>When a Tutorial//Introduction is inserted, There will be a color-coded header of the gold-grey-gold-brown-gold-pink-cyan-variable color-cyan color sequence, unless I change my mind."
">>>I have already changed my mind at least once, but possibly more."
">>>At the end of the Introduction, there will be no header, as the header for the relevant section has already been shown, And it would be repetative. While lengthening the post is desired, doing so with repeated, copy-pasted text would surely be annoying to slog through, and not interesting nor convenient whatsoever."
">The Tutorial will separate sentences and ideas using right angle-brackets. These are located after each time the enter key was used, unless they aren't."
">Now then, what are the divisions I'm using? Well, a subsection is generally a single argument or paragraph, such as the Tactically initial summarization.
">A Section is a
">set of subsections which shares the same theme, such as Section one, which consists of all literal interpretations of Pionos initial request on discord. "
">A Phase is a larger combination of Sections which serve the same purpose, like Phase one, where I summarize my major, non-hidden arguments for any given point. "
">>It helps make the rest of the post more monotonous to read, raising the likelihood that Moniker will miss one of the hidden linchpins of an action, allowing me to extend the debate over multiple posts."
">>>>>The Phase-Section-Subsection listing at the beginning of every tutorial are nonsensical; their numbers are the position in the alphabet of the letters J, O, And E."
">>>>>> If I were to somehow reach phase ten, I would add 26 to each number, indicating capital. If I were to reach Phase thirty-six, I would simply stop... Hahahaha no I would add another 62 to indicate the question of bolding."
">>> which buys me time to lengthen my responses overall, thus making the entire process more enjoyable for everyone, which means Moniker has even more reasons to give me what I want"
">>>>>> after all, think of all the fun times he gets, free of charge!"
">>>>Posts. Given that this action is, in fact, an amalgamation of several seperate actions, and is powered by more then one actions-worth of action, It can be spread across multiple posts."
">>>>> This may occur for any number of reasons, Including but not limited to: reducing complexity, raising complexity, responding to current events, making it look like I should be responding to current events but not doing so, making jokes about this very concept, annoying the Godmodder, entertaining moniker, justifying another tutorial, Allowing someone else to make a post, surprising the Godmodder, being confusing, allowing for further jokes about the Tutorial through methods other then additional tutorials, being the last person to post, being the first to pass the post, complaining about internet problems, lengthening this particular list, and more."
">>>>>>The 'and more' is of course unnecessary due to that I already said 'including but not limited to'.
">>>>>As I have put this in another post, it gets 'Post x' added to its dividers. However, since there have been several posts in between this post and the previous post, I shall instead place the absolute value of the post number."
">>>>>>Additional sections beyond the point of time wherein I wrote this may or may not be completely unrelated to the rest of the post. Or they might tie into the rest of it in a way nobody could have guessed.
">>>> I intend to include this phase in all future posts of length greater then one computer monitor height."
">Subsections, Sections, and Phases will tend to be in a simple and intuitive ascending order, unless I don't feel like it."
">>One possible reason for Order changes from that of intuition is that, during the writing of a Phase one section or subsection, I might get too into the writing of the logic and arguing."
">>>This would result in an overly long subsection or section which clearly belongs in Phase two, possibly having its own articles (which are like subsections of a subsection)"
">>>>However, depending on the state of the post at the time, the time of day, what color the last non-cyan color was, whether I've scratched at my forhead recently, the state of my desk, what food is available, the price of a Popsicle, and the current chance of rain, the bloated subsection and its Articles may remain in its original position, resulting in a skip forwards in the attack, though the skipped text will be added, eventually."
">>>>Articles will be common in phase two and, if I get around to it, Phase three, due to Phase two being an expansion on all concepts introduced in Phase one."
"-bably update the tutorial. Hm, come to think of it, I should make a note th-"
"Phase Ten, Section Fifteen, Subsection Five, Iteration four, Codename, JOEd."
"Tutorial // Introduction"
">For ease of reading, I've decided to implement a color-coded header system. The color of the header for a section, subsection, or phase will be color-coded, in a manner that may or may not change every time it occurs, but always relates in some unspecified way to the content of the section."
">This Tutorial sector has been inserted here as it does not become relevant until this point."
">Due to the complexity of this system and the possibility of edge cases, This tutorial will often be updated. However, for posterity it is best you, dear reader, be aware of all past versions."
"> When a Tutorial//Introduction Update occurs or is thought up, the old version will be inserted at the current bottom of the document. This allows for relative chronology to be preserved in as unintuitive a manner as possible."
">>The Document in this case actually refers to my most recent relevant post, where relevancy is ill-defined."
">>Such insertions may occur in the middle of a sentence, paragraph, word, or other literary construct. Depending on memory, it is possible the argument will continue unabated, or that I will insert tarrying amounts of male cow excrement and pretend that's what I planned all along."
">>When a Tutorial//Introduction is inserted, There will be a color-coded header of the gold-grey-gold-brown-gold-pink-cyan-variable color-cyan color sequence, unless I change my mind."
">>>I have already changed my mind at least once, but possibly more."
">>>At the end of the Introduction, there will be no header, as the header for the relevant section has already been shown, And it would be repetative. While lengthening the post is desired, doing so with repeated, copy-pasted text would surely be annoying to slog through, and not interesting nor convenient whatsoever."
">The Tutorial will separate sentences and ideas using right angle-brackets. These are located after each time the enter key was used, unless they aren't."
">Now then, what are the divisions I'm using? Well, a subsection is generally a single argument or paragraph, such as the Tactically initial summarization.
">A Section is a
">set of subsections which shares the same theme, such as Section one, which consists of all literal interpretations of Pionos initial request on discord. "
">A Phase is a larger combination of Sections which serve the same purpose, like Phase one, where I summarize my major, non-hidden arguments for any given point. "
">>It helps make the rest of the post more monotonous to read, raising the likelihood that Moniker will miss one of the hidden linchpins of an action, allowing me to extend the debate over multiple posts."
">>>>>The Phase-Section-Subsection listing at the beginning of every tutorial are nonsensical; their numbers are the position in the alphabet of the letters J, O, And E."
">>>>>> If I were to somehow reach phase ten, I would add 26 to each number, indicating capital. If I were to reach Phase thirty-six, I would simply stop... Hahahaha no I would add another 62 to indicate the question of bolding."
">>> which buys me time to lengthen my responses overall, thus making the entire process more enjoyable for everyone, which means Moniker has even more reasons to give me what I want"
">>>>>> after all, think of all the fun times he gets, free of charge!"
">>>>Posts. Given that this action is, in fact, an amalgamation of several seperate actions, and is powered by more then one actions-worth of action, It can be spread across multiple posts."
">>>>> This may occur for any number of reasons, Including but not limited to: reducing complexity, raising complexity, responding to current events, making it look like I should be responding to current events but not doing so, making jokes about this very concept, annoying the Godmodder, entertaining moniker, justifying another tutorial, Allowing someone else to make a post, surprising the Godmodder, being confusing, allowing for further jokes about the Tutorial through methods other then additional tutorials, being the last person to post, being the first to pass the post, complaining about internet problems, lengthening this particular list, and more."
">>>>>> In addition, since this latest edit is five tribulations in the future, several parts of this description are no longer accurate, and furthermore I would like to motion for the formation of a committee to analyse whether or not the maintenance of the out-of-date tutorial is a form of penalty-worthy falsehood in light of its being out of date, or simply a historical relic for chronology preservation."
">>>>>This tutorial will also apply to indirectly-related uses of the post-phase-section-subsection-article system in other posts, and not just the original post in which case the original version appears. Some parts may not apply, see JObobobob for details."
">>>>>>The 'and more' is of course unnecessary due to that I already said 'including but not limited to'.

">>>>>As I have put this in another post, it gets 'Post x' added to its dividers. However, since there have been several posts in between this post and the previous post, I shall instead place the absolute value of the post number."
">>>>>>Additional sections beyond the point of time wherein I wrote this may or may not be completely unrelated to the rest of the post. Or they might tie into the rest of it in a way nobody could have guessed.
">>>> I intend to include this phase in all future posts of length greater then one computer monitor height."
">Subsections, Sections, and Phases will tend to be in a simple and intuitive ascending order, unless I don't feel like it."
">>One possible reason for Order changes from that of intuition is that, during the writing of a Phase one section or subsection, I might get too into the writing of the logic and arguing."
">>>This would result in an overly long subsection or section which clearly belongs in Phase two, possibly having its own articles (which are like subsections of a subsection)"
">>>>However, depending on the state of the post at the time, the time of day, what color the last non-cyan color was, whether I've scratched at my forhead recently, the state of my desk, what food is available, the price of a Popsicle, and the current chance of rain, the bloated subsection and its Articles may remain in its original position, resulting in a skip forwards in the attack, though the skipped text will be added, eventually."
">>>>Articles will be common in phase two and, if I get around to it, Phase three, due to Phase two being an expansion on all concepts introduced in Phase one."
"-at the most up-to-date tutorial is always going to be in the original instance of the tutorial, and the pseudorandom popups are examples of the version Before the latest change, in order to- as stated- preserve relative chronology in as unintuitive a manner as possible."
"...Hm... I used a foreign alphabet to make my link look more exotic there, I should make a-
"Phase Ten, Section Fifteen, Subsection Five, Iteration four, Codename, JOEd."
"Tutorial // Introduction"
">For ease of reading, I've decided to implement a color-coded header system. The color of the header for a section, subsection, or phase will be color-coded, in a manner that may or may not change every time it occurs, but always relates in some unspecified way to the content of the section."
">This Tutorial sector has been inserted here as it does not become relevant until this point."
">Due to the complexity of this system and the possibility of edge cases, This tutorial will often be updated. However, for posterity it is best you, dear reader, be aware of all past versions."
"> When a Tutorial//Introduction Update occurs or is thought up, the old version will be inserted at the current bottom of the document. This allows for relative chronology to be preserved in as unintuitive a manner as possible."
">>The Document in this case actually refers to my most recent relevant post, where relevancy is ill-defined."
">>Such insertions may occur in the middle of a sentence, paragraph, word, or other literary construct. Depending on memory, it is possible the argument will continue unabated, or that I will insert tarrying amounts of male cow excrement and pretend that's what I planned all along."
">>In retrospect, it may have been even more unintuitive to have the original be the newest, and the most recent version be the oldest- So that only the original text of the tutorial spontanously appears, and gradually is replaced with newer versions as other popups appear, requiring a greater quantity of analysis to discern the update changes."
">>>However, this would require additional work to maintain and a significant up-front cost to switch to."
">>>>>>Additionally, since the majority of the Tutorials are located in posts read long ago, the benefits would be sparse were the change implemented at this juncture."
">>When a Tutorial//Introduction is inserted, There will be a color-coded header of the gold-grey-gold-brown-gold-pink-cyan-variable color-cyan color sequence, unless I change my mind."
">>>I have already changed my mind at least once, but possibly more."
">>>At the end of the Introduction, there will be no header, as the header for the relevant section has already been shown, And it would be repetative. While lengthening the post is desired, doing so with repeated, copy-pasted text would surely be annoying to slog through, and not interesting nor convenient whatsoever."
">The Tutorial will separate sentences and ideas using right angle-brackets. These are located after each time the enter key was used, unless they aren't."
">Now then, what are the divisions I'm using? Well, a subsection is generally a single argument or paragraph, such as the Tactically initial summarization.
">A Section is a
">set of subsections which shares the same theme, such as Section one, which consists of all literal interpretations of Pionos initial request on discord. "
">A Phase is a larger combination of Sections which serve the same purpose, like Phase one, where I summarize my major, non-hidden arguments for any given point. "
">>It helps make the rest of the post more monotonous to read, raising the likelihood that Moniker will miss one of the hidden linchpins of an action, allowing me to extend the debate over multiple posts."
">>>>>The Phase-Section-Subsection listing at the beginning of every tutorial are nonsensical; their numbers are the position in the alphabet of the letters J, O, And E."
">>>>>> If I were to somehow reach phase ten, I would add 26 to each number, indicating capital. If I were to reach Phase thirty-six, I would simply stop... Hahahaha no I would add another 62 to indicate the question of bolding."
">>> which buys me time to lengthen my responses overall, thus making the entire process more enjoyable for everyone, which means Moniker has even more reasons to give me what I want"
">>>>>> after all, think of all the fun times he gets, free of charge!"
">>>>Posts. Given that this action is, in fact, an amalgamation of several seperate actions, and is powered by more then one actions-worth of action, It can be spread across multiple posts."
">>>>> This may occur for any number of reasons, Including but not limited to: reducing complexity, raising complexity, responding to current events, making it look like I should be responding to current events but not doing so, making jokes about this very concept, annoying the Godmodder, entertaining moniker, justifying another tutorial, Allowing someone else to make a post, surprising the Godmodder, being confusing, allowing for further jokes about the Tutorial through methods other then additional tutorials, being the last person to post, being the first to pass the post, complaining about internet problems, lengthening this particular list, and more."
">>>>>>The 'and more' is of course unnecessary due to that I already said 'including but not limited to'.

">>>>>> In addition, since this latest edit is five tribulations in the future, several parts of this description are no longer accurate, and furthermore I would like to motion for the formation of a committee to analyse whether or not the maintenance of the out-of-date tutorial is a form of penalty-worthy falsehood in light of its being out of date, or simply a historical relic for chronology preservation."
">>>>>This tutorial will also apply to indirectly-related uses of the post-phase-section-subsection-article system in other posts, and not just the original post in which case the original version appears. Some parts may not apply, see JObobobob for details."
">>>>>> Regardless of the number of updates that occur to the tutorial, the most up-to-date version will always be found ЛИНК; any pop-up is of the Previous version, and will not contain any mention of the cause for its updated state. To remain up-to-date, keep using this link!"
">>>>>As I have put this in another post, it gets 'Post x' added to its dividers. However, since there have been several posts in between this post and the previous post, I shall instead place the absolute value of the post number."

">>>>>>Additional sections beyond the point of time wherein I wrote this may or may not be completely unrelated to the rest of the post. Or they might tie into the rest of it in a way nobody could have guessed.
">>>> I intend to include this phase in all future posts of length greater then one computer monitor height."
">Subsections, Sections, and Phases will tend to be in a simple and intuitive ascending order, unless I don't feel like it."
">>One possible reason for Order changes from that of intuition is that, during the writing of a Phase one section or subsection, I might get too into the writing of the logic and arguing."
">>>This would result in an overly long subsection or section which clearly belongs in Phase two, possibly having its own articles (which are like subsections of a subsection)"
">>>>However, depending on the state of the post at the time, the time of day, what color the last non-cyan color was, whether I've scratched at my forhead recently, the state of my desk, what food is available, the price of a Popsicle, and the current chance of rain, the bloated subsection and its Articles may remain in its original position, resulting in a skip forwards in the attack, though the skipped text will be added, eventually."
">>>>Articles will be common in phase two and, if I get around to it, Phase three, due to Phase two being an expansion on all concepts introduced in Phase one."
"-Note about that."
"Well, that should be all the tutorials for a little, so let's get this post Started!"
"Phase one, section one, subsection one, article... oh, who am I kidding, I don't plan to be anywhere near that organized this time. dunworryaboutit."
"so hey the power lock that's a thing everyone seems to have decided against huh? Well, I don't really see why. Sure, players powers have downsides. if you use them to conjure things wholesale. But a smart player can avoid that by only conjuring kinetic energy or things that it's ok for them to stutter to a stop. Like, a single background-free no-context laser gun. Instead of a society. And... even if the creation stutters to a stop, what's wrong with that? It was probably good while it lasted, right? Well, I think so. And, without the power lock being constructed, I think I'll get the last laugh. anyway, the power locks primary morality issue is the claim that nobody deserves to have player powers except to kill the godmoddder with- a claim i vehemently oppose. Why only for killing the Godmodder? Why not for dealing with the shadow the Godmodder cast on the world? Why is the Godmodder worse then the misery of chance, of satan, of evucorp- of every failure there has been? Some players don't deserve player powers. For example, Hungry Visitor- oh don't look at me like that, he tortured infinity souls in his heyday. I think those are free or gone now, but... I don't know. Anyway. Some people, they don't deserve player powers. Some. people. Some do. I think I do, personally- by my own morality-one which does not give me primacy- I may very well be the most potent force for good in the war, by sheer dint of Bothering to make the eternal stasis machine a nice place to be. Just that, and I think it enough."
"Yes, even though I'm [N]. after a trillion years of good life in the simulation, I imagine all of the machines inhabitants would forgive me for any accidental slight, even if I were the one to kill them, which is only true for a tiny few."
"The power locks morality is, in my mind, not up for debate- but I doubt I could convince you with words, with your opinions on the matter so set in stone. Perhaps, yes, perhaps some players would, with their eternal power from the lock which i contest your contesting, create something bad. Like a real version of 1984. I've been reading it recently- not by choice, mind- and I would just like to say that it doesn't really make a lick of sense. I've got some things in particular to point out, but there's probably about five times as many later in the book, since I've read at most a fifth of it. First of all, the Minute of Hate. this is one part which really ought to require player powers to bring about, because- here's a quote, and if you don't think its odd, I don't know what's up with you:"
"The next moment a hideous, grinding screech, as of some monstrous machine running without oil, burst from the big telescreen at the end of the room. It was a noise that set one's teeth on edge and bristled the hair at the back of one's neck. The Hate had started.
As usual, the face of Emmanuel Goldstein, the Enemy of the People, had flashed onto the screen. There were hisses here and there among the audience. The little sandy-haired woman gave a squeak of mingled fear and disgust. Goldstein was the renegade and backslider who once, long ago
(...) had been one of the leading figures of the Party, almost on a level with Big Brother himself, and then had engaged in counterrevolutionary activities, had been condemned to death, and had mysteriously escaped and disappeared. The program of the Two Minutes Hate varied from day to day, but there was none in which Goldstein was not the principal figure. He was the primal traitor, the earliest defiler of the Parties purity. All subsequent crimes against the Part, all treacheries, acts of sabotage, heresies, deviations, sprang directly out of his teaching. somewhere or the other he was still alive and hatching his conspiracies: perhaps somewhere beyond the sea, under the protection of his foreign paymasters; perhaps even- so it was occasionally rumored- in some hiding place in Oceania itself.--- Ech, there's too much, I'm skipping ahead here a few times----'Before the Hate had proceeded for thirty seconds, uncontrollable exclamations of rage were breaking out from half the people in the room. The self-satisfied sheeplike face on the screen, and the terrifying power of the Eurasian army behind it, were too much to be borne; besides, the sight or even the thought of Goldstein produced fear and anger automatically (...) In a lucid moment Winston found that he was shouting with the others and kicking his heel violently against the rung of his chair. The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretense was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's own will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic.'."
"-Bolding mine. Thirty seconds or fewer of exposure to an expected and repetative stimulus, being invariably among all societies members capable of forcefully enraging them into physical action even should they be actively attempting to remain calm and avoid becoming angered and even with the physical action entirely futile. Purely audio-visual stimulus, too- no drugs or anything. 'The Party' has access to this power, and yet- it hasn't won? If you can force emotions in unwilling members should you not be able to brainwash them simply? Force the emotional equivalent of acceptance of your terms or statements onto them, perhaps. I won't go into that in detail, since I'm no burgeoning dictator (it would be rather immoral to become one, in my view), but it seems like it would be simple enough, if you can override your targets will at any moment."
"If I may digress in my analysis for a moment, I believe the presence of Godmodder Logic is similar to The Two Minute Hate. While there may not be a surface similarity, I can explain. The Two Minute Hate is an addition that, at my current vantage, appears to not have been fully thought out in terms of its implications and its conceptual difficulty- possible due to a difference between my perspective and Orwells, I suppose, given our different societies and such-but I digress on that. The Two Minute Hate seems insufficiently thought out from an internal-consistency perspective, and so seems Godmodder Logic, for it allows the deduction of the highly specific scenario of our attempting to escape and me trying to channel too much stuff through a dreamself to try to save morpheus through hiding him and whatever else happened, it was a while ago. Point is, just that I had a fading body there isn't enough to figure it out. It doesn't descriminate between what happened and, say, me trying to plead morpheus into not committing suicide, and then trying to keep him from doing it by force, or something. So, how does Godmodder logic work? I don't know how the Two Minute Hate can coherently be inserted into a 1984-world without giving The Party the power to just sorta... win... (it would be a great negotiation infoweapon and is probably some variety of memetic hazard, so they would be able to beat the other two countries or convert them.), but I know how Godmodder Logic can be coherently inserted. Simply put, it's not Logic, but rather a form of pseudo-autonomous, possibly passive or active, Godmodding-powered observation-focused scrying spell with a wide range and access to past data. Those sure are words, right? Well, I'll need to use more words in order to clarify what I mean, after a quick commmerciallllllll brrrreak!"

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"Sorry about that, I had to add commercials to pay for the post. JOEbobian contract negotiation may be a lucrative field, but it takes a lot of resources too, and there are people out to get me in particular, so its hard to make ends meet."
"Uh... where was I? I forget. Hmmm... oh, that reminds me about the entomology of words. You see, 'hm' refers to considering something or being in thought, and hmmm- as defined by the great journal of the forgotten cactus beast dragon kings- is "to collect the aforementioned material". so, Knives hmmm would mean collecting all the knives in the vicinity. by interpolating the trend, 'hmm' would be something which is less severe, in terms of efforts and effects, then collection, but more severe then simply consideration. From there, we can conclude it refers to something which does involve doing something, but has effects smaller then relocation. refining or using would have more severe effects, so those are out. After a full consideration of factors, I believe the most consistent meaning would be something with an indirect effect... like, protecting. if you protect a material, you don't move or affect it initially, but if something else was going to affect it, it won't any more. so, "Hm" is consider, "Hmm" is protect, and "Hmmm" is collect- but what is Hmmmm? Hmmmm, as implied earlier, is when you actually make use of the afforementioned material. So, Rocks Hmmmm might indicate that you are throwing them as projectile weapons, or perhaps crafting them into tools if you're in minecraft- but I digress."
"The entire purpose of this complicated discussion is to fully elucidate upon my companians, compatriots, and competitor combatants my intended utilization of my limited resources with the purpose of producing possible potentialities into plausibility where the potential i intent to prevaricate my plan to produce by pontificating pointlessly for a perceptibly over-large period of time in order to protect my principal physical potential to produce the paramount preparations and productions of conjunctions for subjunctions about injunctions which functions to produce malfunctions and dysfunctions with no compunctions. in truth this previous sector is of rather low clarity and importance both, due to my intention of incidentally inducing unawareness of my intent,бут И шалл, ин тхе фуллнесс оф тиме, wхен тхе момент ис рипе, онце тхе препаратионс аре цомплете, ин а мост реасонабле анд реасонед маннер, wхен ит ис qуите цертаинлы тхе пропер момент, анд wхен алл хас беен саид анд доне, стате тхе аппроприателы аппарент планс wхич И професс И wилл потентиаллы нот провиде поинтед поинтерс провинг мы планс примары ресиденце ас ит ис qуите парамоунт фор тхеир плаусибилиты тхат тхеы бе примарилы предицатед он пассивелы имперцептибле портионс. то тхис енд ит wоулд бе бест то форм а цомитее wхич ин тхе фуллнесс оф тиме анд wхен тхе момент ис рипе цоме то а цонцлуссион wитх регардс то тхе еффицацы оф мы интентед проминенце процуремент планнинг то продуце а план wхич wилл бе мост реасонабле анд ундерстоод бы тхе реадер ас беинг ентирелы анд фуллы сатисфацторы фор тхе примары пурпосе оф продуцинг принципаллы перфецт мотионс wхич ис оф цоурсе тхе оптимал тхоугх нот нецессарилы ачиевабле оутцоме."
"in short, I yeet a notable quantity of a disk of matter from Gamma's neck into a gun, which- Say, that reminds me of a dream I had! You see, I was inside a house wherein i possessed an ability known as a domain. it had a power counter known as 'influence', measuring the power of my domain, And I could make anything happen in my domain as long as I had enough "influence", even if that anything didn't make sense, by saying what I wanted. Like, for example, I could make someone named steve die by saying 'Influence - Steve dies.' , or if I'm talking to them, 'Influence- you die.'. maybe even 'Influence- Death to steve'. It was more efficient to pick things like 'your neck vaporizes itself', though . Anyway, I just remembered what I was talking about before the commercial brea-
"Phase Ten, Section Fifteen, Subsection Five, Iteration four, Codename, JOEd."
"Tutorial // Introduction"
">For ease of reading, I've decided to implement a color-coded header system. The color of the header for a section, subsection, or phase will be color-coded, in a manner that may or may not change every time it occurs, but always relates in some unspecified way to the content of the section."
">This Tutorial sector has been inserted here as it does not become relevant until this point."
">Due to the complexity of this system and the possibility of edge cases, This tutorial will often be updated. However, for posterity it is best you, dear reader, be aware of all past versions."
"> When a Tutorial//Introduction Update occurs or is thought up, the old version will be inserted at the current bottom of the document. This allows for relative chronology to be preserved in as unintuitive a manner as possible."
">>The Document in this case actually refers to my most recent relevant post, where relevancy is ill-defined."
">>Such insertions may occur in the middle of a sentence, paragraph, word, or other literary construct. Depending on memory, it is possible the argument will continue unabated, or that I will insert tarrying amounts of male cow excrement and pretend that's what I planned all along."
">>In retrospect, it may have been even more unintuitive to have the original be the newest, and the most recent version be the oldest- So that only the original text of the tutorial spontanously appears, and gradually is replaced with newer versions as other popups appear, requiring a greater quantity of analysis to discern the update changes."
">>>However, this would require additional work to maintain and a significant up-front cost to switch to."
">>>>>>Additionally, since the majority of the Tutorials are located in posts read long ago, the benefits would be sparse were the change implemented at this juncture."
">>When a Tutorial//Introduction is inserted, There will be a color-coded header of the gold-grey-gold-brown-gold-pink-cyan-variable color-cyan color sequence, unless I change my mind."
">>>I have already changed my mind at least once, but possibly more."
">>>At the end of the Introduction, there will be no header, as the header for the relevant section has already been shown, And it would be repetative. While lengthening the post is desired, doing so with repeated, copy-pasted text would surely be annoying to slog through, and not interesting nor convenient whatsoever."
">The Tutorial will separate sentences and ideas using right angle-brackets. These are located after each time the enter key was used, unless they aren't."
">Now then, what are the divisions I'm using? Well, a subsection is generally a single argument or paragraph, such as the Tactically initial summarization.
">A Section is a
">set of subsections which shares the same theme, such as Section one, which consists of all literal interpretations of Pionos initial request on discord. "
">A Phase is a larger combination of Sections which serve the same purpose, like Phase one, where I summarize my major, non-hidden arguments for any given point. "
">>It helps make the rest of the post more monotonous to read, raising the likelihood that Moniker will miss one of the hidden linchpins of an action, allowing me to extend the debate over multiple posts."
">>>>>>>Other ways of making the post more monotonous or difficult to read include the use of simple ciphers, odd fonts, strange colors, or non-english languages."
">>>>>>>> These will generally be used sparingly if I possess a desire to be comprehended, which is not the case as of the edit that added this tutorial (which you can find by finding the tutorial where this showed up, and working one backwards, of course.)"
">>>>>The Phase-Section-Subsection listing at the beginning of every tutorial are nonsensical; their numbers are the position in the alphabet of the letters J, O, And E."
">>>>>> If I were to somehow reach phase ten, I would add 26 to each number, indicating capital. If I were to reach Phase thirty-six, I would simply stop... Hahahaha no I would add another 62 to indicate the question of bolding."
">>> which buys me time to lengthen my responses overall, thus making the entire process more enjoyable for everyone, which means Moniker has even more reasons to give me what I want"
">>>>>> after all, think of all the fun times he gets, free of charge!"
">>>>Posts. Given that this action is, in fact, an amalgamation of several seperate actions, and is powered by more then one actions-worth of action, It can be spread across multiple posts."
">>>>> This may occur for any number of reasons, Including but not limited to: reducing complexity, raising complexity, responding to current events, making it look like I should be responding to current events but not doing so, making jokes about this very concept, annoying the Godmodder, entertaining moniker, justifying another tutorial, Allowing someone else to make a post, surprising the Godmodder, being confusing, allowing for further jokes about the Tutorial through methods other then additional tutorials, being the last person to post, being the first to pass the post, complaining about internet problems, lengthening this particular list, and more."

">>>>>>The 'and more' is of course unnecessary due to that I already said 'including but not limited to'.

">>>>>> In addition, since this latest edit is five tribulations in the future, several parts of this description are no longer accurate, and furthermore I would like to motion for the formation of a committee to analyse whether or not the maintenance of the out-of-date tutorial is a form of penalty-worthy falsehood in light of its being out of date, or simply a historical relic for chronology preservation."
">>>>>This tutorial will also apply to indirectly-related uses of the post-phase-section-subsection-article system in other posts, and not just the original post in which case the original version appears. Some parts may not apply, see JObobobob for details."
">>>>>> Regardless of the number of updates that occur to the tutorial, the most up-to-date version will always be found ЛИНК; any pop-up is of the Previous version, and will not contain any mention of the cause for its updated state. To remain up-to-date, keep using this link!"
">>>>>As I have put this in another post, it gets 'Post x' added to its dividers. However, since there have been several posts in between this post and the previous post, I shall instead place the absolute value of the post number."
">>>>>>Additional sections beyond the point of time wherein I wrote this may or may not be completely unrelated to the rest of the post. Or they might tie into the rest of it in a way nobody could have guessed.
">>>> I intend to include this phase in all future posts of length greater then one computer monitor height."
">Subsections, Sections, and Phases will tend to be in a simple and intuitive ascending order, unless I don't feel like it."
">>One possible reason for Order changes from that of intuition is that, during the writing of a Phase one section or subsection, I might get too into the writing of the logic and arguing."
">>>This would result in an overly long subsection or section which clearly belongs in Phase two, possibly having its own articles (which are like subsections of a subsection)"
">>>>However, depending on the state of the post at the time, the time of day, what color the last non-cyan color was, whether I've scratched at my forhead recently, the state of my desk, what food is available, the price of a Popsicle, and the current chance of rain, the bloated subsection and its Articles may remain in its original position, resulting in a skip forwards in the attack, though the skipped text will be added, eventually."
">>>>Articles will be common in phase two and, if I get around to it, Phase three, due to Phase two being an expansion on all concepts introduced in Phase one.-ak!"
" I was talking about the similarities between Godmodder Logic at first glance and the Two Minute Hate on further analysis. This reminds me of that because my dream was similar. the Influence ability really ought to have been an instant-win ability- I had a rather large though indeterminate stack of points and knowledge of how to use the ability efficiently, and that's not even mentioning the utility of nanotech and so on. But, the dream- or, the part of me that thought the dream- or, reality itself, since player dreams are generally Prophetic dreams- hadn't considered those implications. Not even the simple 'make someone dead by force' one. So, soon enough, I ran into someone who was immune to death."[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/B][/B]
[B][B][FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=4][COLOR=#000000]"Also, to having their limbs cut off, their eyes sewed shut, and a disk of their neck removed. The only thing they weren't immune to was nulling their senses to run.
Anyway point is this is a pretty common problem and uhhhhh right I was explaining how to coherently integrate Godmodder Logic into a world where the Godmodder hadn't instantly one well thennnnnn"

"like i said before,"

"Which means that Godmodder Logic isn't a mental algorithm the Godmodder follows. Instead, the Godmodder- possibly without conciously trying to do so as a result of his nature as the Godmodder, and without needing to be able to react in time- possibly even without being able to actually turn it off, just ignore it- "scrys" the area surrounding a specific focus using his godmodding. A scrying focus is generally an object which bears the brunt of the ability and is related, though not Only, to the subject of the Spell, which somehow makes it work better. So, Godmodder Logic possibly uses the Godmodders own observation of things as a focus to do the scrying; The Godmodders observation is related to what he's looking at, after all- and indirectly related to whatever the thing he's looking at is related to. Using his observation of things as a Focus, the Godmodders Scrying Spell 'logic' finds a large amount of information- scrying being a form of a magical observation which can search for people or objects on vague descriptions, and either give you information about them or a live feed- including Past information. That is, the pseudospell is probably capable of either magically looking into the past similarly to one of somno's abilities, or somehow processing the immense amount of data and winding back the clock of physics to find a sort of causal shadow any absent beings cast upon the air and substance of an area, and then using contextual information to fill in the gaps."
"Obviously, Godmodding-powers implies that it makes use of the Godmodder as a power source (and possibly a way of retroactively being capable of circumventing any counters made against it, as a godmodder would), Wide Range means that it doesn't have a problem with the subjects of the scry fleeing unless it's been a long time and they ran far, and "it's not logic" means its not logic."
"Since I've finished that section I should move on to other languages. You see, alpha, beta, and gamma are greek letters, and we face them in combat. well, not necessarily we. I wouldn't be fighting if they just left me alone but one of them already tried to kill me. twice? I'm not sure. Anyway. Alpha, Beta, Gamma are greek, yes, but they are not the only set of A, B, G letters. For example, Aleph Bet Gimel (Daled, Hei, Vav). Similarly, in greek, the sequence is Alpha, beta, gamma, delta... etcetr-a. The point being here that Delta sounds like a good name for something just as important as the 3 Unsealed Sealers. Now, while my choice for what to refer to may be met with a notable quantity of displeasure, distrust, disagreement, disbelief, and even some words that don't start with 'D', like... annoyance!, I believe that in the long view of the future after this godmodding war concludes, it will be among the most important creations throughout it."
"my Second Body. you see, while most players will likely revert to baseline humans upon the loss of their player powers, my second body is optimized to function without them and be useful anyway. It's a powerhouse of collected technology and mundane capabilities based in systems aside from player powers, at least, compared to other mundane beings. In addition, due to the absence of such player-power style abilities when all is said and done, it will be capable of far more then the average inhabitant. Even leaving aside the benefits of rational debate (which really deserve their own post of clarification), Delta will be a quite important addition and allow for the Eventually saving of most of reality from badness. Except all the parts that are lost before I can get to them due to the short-sightedness of the anti-power-lock lobbyists. While my forward-thinking nature shall put me quite ahead of the other players (especially with my powers of rational debate), I still would much prefer a higher level of objective power. Power has meaning seperately from whether you can force everyone to listen to you, after all; the power to conjure everything you want for a life of luxury is a power even if you can't force anyone to tend to your grounds for you with it."

" Imagine, if you will, a Godmodder who became a very specific flavour of tyrant. One which hid from the world, and never attacked any of its planets... but let me tell you a story."

"First, there was nothing.
Then, there was a banana.
Great chunks flew from the sky, and slammed into the bottom of the Blender. The Blender was reality.
Slowly, life evolved. There was a quiet bubbling, popping, flowing sound from outside of it, but it was calm. Life evolved, slowly. land life, with no fluid for oceans.
Then, a massive Can crashed from the sky, cutting into bananas. Those on the top layers were fearful. those on the bottom, confused, but safe. truly, only a fraction died, but this was the first sign from the gods since life evolved.
Slowly, white goop dripped down from the Can's interior. It was life-giving. nutritious. The Inhabitants drank from it. Life was good.
Some hypothesized existance beyond the blender. There was no evidence. Others thought in the depths of The Can would be salvation. They explored it.
The Can was brought into the sky. A four-pronged wall of metal swept through it regularly, sweeping off what remained of the goop within and pouring it into something beyond. Many died. Some past explorers, now trying to survive, ducked into hills the Wall glided over. Fewer reached the edge.
Only one managed to reach the blender, speaking of the outer world they'd seen, The Wall, everything. There was a time of peace, for thousands of perceptual days. generations passed. Primitive ocean Life evolved in the streams. Great Thinkers knew of the Metal Blades attached to the base of the Land of the Blender. Were they, too, designed to scour a land of its fluid and life? But those the Explorer spoke of were four-pronged... What was the meaning of life, others wondered, if there are such weapons to scour it? The Explorer must have simply been mad, They reasoned. Who would bother?
There was a Grand Flood. the Nutritious fluid poured from above in a steady spout, drowning land after land of bananas. Only the very highest were spared.
This was viewed as a lesson from the Progenitor that things are unpredictable, as the last two cullings struck only the highest and loftiest. At least, by those that survived. There was a time.
The sea life at the bottom of the World saw a shift. It turned black. Those atop the bananas saw as well, a shell of black atop the Land of the Blender.
Then, there was a thunderous click, or snap, or whatnot, and the Blades beneath the land began to churn, to spin, to swirl. Every Banana was buried in a tide of swirling fluid. Only sea life (and pictograms at the Blenders walls to tell the tale) remained, and of those, only the ones who stayed high. There were no landmasses left. Only a Vast Ocean. Sea life Thrived.
The black ceiling disappeared, but not the floor. more of the Nutritious white fluid sprinkled from the sky- seen as an apology by God for the devastation. Some called it too little, too late. Others thought they should be thankful for even this much, given their insignificance. Others did not think. They were too stupid for that.
There were long years of nothing. A somewhat high-pitched sound in the background, but soon it was a constant. Sea Life grew more adapted to the status quo. smarter.
Then great chunks of frozen material fell from the sky. Blue, Red, even black, bulbous lumps fell. They Floated on the worlds Oceans. Land life began to evolve again on these Berry islands.
There was a time, and then cracking for years, then a snap for but one, then a pause. Then, great yellow-orange chunks fell from the sky. The Mangos, in truth, changed little. But life did spread, to them as well. Where there is potential, it goes.
Then a black shell covered the sky. The Saviest Scholar of the Land had read the pictographs, and understood them somewhat. He thought the time had come for a Cataclysm. But one of Blades or Sky? Reasoning the Sky was blocked, he traveled to the Mango Layers for safety. Sadly, he was of a Land-bound species. So he climbed. He reached the top, and just in time. The Rumbling started with a click, and the water churned. The Waters species died in droves, then adapted. The Berry isles largely were sucked into the ensuing whirlpool. The Mango Layers, however, simply shook back and forth with vigour, slamming into the walls of the Blender. Some thought it would dent. It did not.
The Mangos too fell, soon enough, But Four remained. The thickness of the newest Iteration of the Seas meant one was actually surrounded by curved walls of water on all sizes. The Scholar had fallen. A disciple of his had not. The pause was seen as mercy.
How wrong they were.
Years later, there was yet another Cataclysm. The Blades began, and did not stop. In fact, they ramped up in intensity, then decreased, and increased again! dark rivers formed. It seemed clear this was a different, less level-headed Deity. then it was stopped. and it began oncemore! more violent then ever, the fluid swirled.
And then it was over. the shell vanished. people thought they were safe!
but they weren't.
The goop pours out into other containers. little is left within the blender, but people assume they're safe. It is millenia. Tens of millenia. Maybe hundreds.
Then they all get eaten.

"Were a Godmodder to enforce this tale upon their dinner, who would be the wiser? Nobody. it is Tiny, and the relevant Godmodder wouldn't even feature in it. Nobody would notice the tormented blender lives, and the tormented would view their fall as natural disasters, perhaps. being Godmodder constructs, they may even have been incapable of becoming players. And yet. And Yet."
"Would this Godmodder not be more terrible then many before them? For every dinner they ate, untold trillions would die. all unsung, for they were tiny, and nobody the wiser. The Godmodder would need precious little power for this, for a single player could do so just as well in a side note. I have not done so. I speak only of the possibility, to emphasise- It would be better for us all to have more power, for while it could be easily used for great evil, it could be just as easily used as a force of good. And this is a quality seldom shared by other sources."
"Player powers can summon an entity just as easily as destroy one, heal as readily as they harm. and yet, to quote HPMOR..."

"Destruction is always easier than creation. Easier to tear things apart, to disrupt, than to put them back together again. If I have the potential to accomplish good on a massive scale, I must also have the potential to accomplish still greater evil... But I won't do that."
"And yet, we are the exception. Player powers are the exception. The Godmodder is an exemplification of this trend, due to the inherent corruption of Godmodding, but players do not need to be able to destroy more easily then create. Even a novice, a weak player, can hold off a more dedicated one through the power of Attack Shields, of which three actions worth will block three actions. Player powers are, if anything, among the safest powers, for simply not being so biased."
"moving on, the globglogabgalab is a fascinating amalgamation of language. They love books, you know. Now, to a simple mind they may appear to speak nonsense, but the first two lines, I have already decoded... the first two ones below 'treasure trove', I mean.
"They are the globglogabgalab- that's just their name, nothing odd there. But they are also the shwabledauble, waublegauble, flibberblaublebub! now, what does this mean? I've afraid I've lost track of my notes on the subject, but flibber is a word for home, so flibberblaublebub is means they are the home of the blaublebub. So, the globglogabgalab has some form of parasite. also, either shwabledauble or waublegauble is similar to the name of a heroic pilot of some plane and the other one includes a type of bicycle tire, meaning both indicate the Globglogabgalab as being significantly better-equipped for movement then he appears, and possibly capable of flight. From here, we can move on to their being 'Full of Shwibleglibberkind' and 'the yeast of thoughts and minds'. Yeast makes things rise, so they make thoughts and minds rise. Shwibleglibberkind, from here, can be assumed to be a particular yeast-like substance, which may be part of how the globglogabgalab is able to move around deceptively quickly- the rising-effect of Shwibbleglibberkind could be neutralizing the mass of their massive bulk. Sadly, however, there is no clear subject for any of the remaining lines of the globglogabgalab song, meaning that I cannot continue to extrapolate specific meanings, so I think I'll move on to IAMTHATIAM- a being which doesn't exist. there was this one thing called 'Destroy ME' which was actually run by a guy who also doesn't exist, anyway. After the conclusion of Destroy ME, the guy who doesn't exist didn't say 'I AM THAT I AM. I do what I must because I can'. something about this phrase has stuck with me, and I've decided to take a moment to analyze what it really means. The being 'I' has some things that they have to do. They do these things. But why? because they can; Not because they must. this suggests 'Must' is not being used as 'cannot avoid doing', but rather as 'if I don't do it i'll die' or something. So, that I AM THAT I AM, assuming I AM THAT I AM is being treated as synonomous to the second phrase, implies someone who is exceptionally uncaring of their death, and very daring. When asked 'Why did you do [thing]', The answer is not 'because I had to' but rather 'because I Could', which reminds me of undertale and sans because at some point he says 'but because you can. And because you can, you have to.'. I wonder how common that kind of sentiment is? doing something because you can, and for no grander or other reason? but even if that sentiment is common, doing something when not doing it would kill you, and yet doing it just because you could... That, I think, would be a much rarer sentiment. Now, i figure I should mention- what I'm actually going to do to Gamma. See, I'm going to give him a hug made of salads. This is going to confuse him so much, he'll retroactively not have stabbed me. That is, of course, a paradox, because if he hadn't stabbed me, I wouldn't be writing this or giving him the hug. Since it causes a parasocks, I can take that parasocks. while Gamma's still busy trying to shake off all the salad bits (I made sure to include fruit in the salad, especially gooey ones, so it's going to take ages to get it all dry-cleaned), I put on those socks, and this allows me to finally put on some shoes. You see, in this fight, it's implausible for my shoes to really survive any length of time unless they're durable. Durable shoes are possible, but durable socks aren't. socks have to be flexible. So, I need something that won't get broken for my socks, before I can put on some proper shoes. After a long time of trying to find them, I've finally gotten myself some Parasocks, and as soon as this round ends it becomes an unresolvable parasocks, since it'll be too late to justify me doing this without neutralizing the justification. this makes the Parasocks indestructible, making them durable enough for me to put on some shoes, which i've been trying to do the entire war"
"Yep, definitely."
"Now, remember the Truth About JOEbob? Well, that guy who was yelling 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' reminds me of another story which didn't happen. In it, there was a guy called AAaaa, AA aa AAA, Aaaa aaaa. They were known for yelling. Their strategy for everything in life, in fact, was 'Initiate Screaming'. they screamed louder then a dog and so loud reality exhausted itself and accepted their dominance. And that person? who doesn't exist? was also me. because I'm a multifaceted sort. While I do of course understand the impressive powers of rational debate (and they are an immutable fallback), I also recognize the advantages possessed by being unpredictable, such as an increased ability to avoid other people properly understanding what your plans are which is of course the entire purpose of this post, which I've color-coded to make it weirder. But I digress; My plans post-game are more important. As soon as all player powers drain away completely, I intend to make use of the nanofactories embeded in my second body (which, if I neglected to mention them, I shall of course use the power of rational debate to argue into retroactive existence, due to the obvious utility of nanotech over most other things of the minimum scale to add them.) in order to take over the remnants of many of the non-populated planes (and the lava the Godmodder left behind. From a truly adult perspective, it's a pile of useful materials that just so happens to be on fire). Having not harmed anyone due to those planes being Non-populated, I will have gained a significant power base in non-reality-warping capabilities, which I will use for the primarily benign purpose of slowly taking over all reality and ending Death. Also, ending badness. This is because badness and death are bad, and if I can stop them (Which will be trivial with a combination of rational debate and nanotech), i should, if I conceive myself as a moral person, which I do. One section I will especially focus on taking over is the Anti-JOEbob facilities, because having an army fighting me every step is inconvenient, and honestly, I don't understand why they so despise me. After all, my brethren were a godmodder of long life but relatively low power for a time, followed by a 'normal' human which took over, what, one planet? Total? That's miniscule on this multiversal scale. In order to defeat the Anti-JOEbob facilities, I will lead with a proof of my status as the conceptual heritage of AAaaa guy, shaking their resolve, and use this gap in their mental preparedness to convince them of the moral righteousness of my plans. Furthermore, I will add nanotech to their bases and consume them while they are fighting the obvious threat and/or agreeing with my righteous righteousness. This leaves a few possibilities. Possibility one, they ignore me completely to defend their bases, in which case they've let me win the argument, so I win. possibility two, they listen to me, are not convinced, but leave their bases alone long enough for the nanotech to eat, in which case they don't have resources, and so I win. Possibility three, they listen to me, are convinced, and I eat their bases, so they're on my side, and I win. Possibility four, they are incapable of being convinced and skillful at rational debate, in which case I debate them for a time, which will be an enjoyable passtime on the path to taking over the universe, and I eat their base, so they have no resources, and I win. Possibility five, they run to save their base while yelling counterarguments over their shoulders, in which case they will preform poorly both at arguing me and defending their base, leading to a significant loss of resources on their end, an amusing passtime for me, and my winning the argument, so I win. As you can see, I've planned a flawless Xanthos Gambit. Except, mines better. Let's call it a JOEbob Gambit, to make it clear unequivocally how superior it is to the standard variety...

"This is now complete. In conclusion, I do the thing I said earlier that I'd do."
"Why did I make this post? Not because I had to, but because I could. So I did."

[1x]Having done all that, I summon Gamma over to me so I can shake his hand and pat him on the back for being so clever. having done that, which isn't an action since it does nothing, I Delta Hmm, Gamma Knives Hmmm, Delta Gamma Hm, Knives doubleplusHm, Knives Hmmmm Delta. And, if that doesn't work, I plusHmm Gamma, then doubleplusunHmm them.

[To #1] What?

[To #2]Well, I skimmed it. INTENTION BREAK - You were able to successfully confuse the Quest Master, as was your intention!

...I'm not sure what else you want from me.

[To #3]You summon yourself to yourself, and then do various completely harmless hmmm-related things to your person.

FOCUS

Crusher's orders are followed.

Crusher's order, which is not affected by intention reversal, was to not attack. Your intention was legitimately to follow Crusher's order, which is to not attack, but also by doing so, to attack. So your action will both attack and not attack Gamma. With intention reversal, your action will instead not attack and attack Gamma.

Gamma: ...Crap!

INTENTION BREAK! 20% damage to Gamma! The curse of repetitiveness...

I am a man who follows the orders of crusher.

INTENTION BREAK! 10% damage to Gamma!

The man in MTF uniform grins. "As they say: Logic out of illogic."

3 actions used:



Gamma: Huh? Huh? HUH!?

Gamma suddenly has bits of code sticking out of himself! Mod code! He has no idea what any of its used for, but he rapidly begins separating code from his body! Gamma won't be able to attack this turn!

I decide to start driving my car around Gamma without hitting him. I do all kinds of tricks: wheelies, donuts, upside-down roof sliding...
And I don't hit Gamma. I'm trying to show off to him, and you can't very well show off to a dead man.

You immediately crash your car into a nearby brick wall! Luckily, air bags activate! Unluckily, the air bags were actually brick bags. You are now moderately injured!

MUAHAHAHAHA YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD!

My callback was to...


Let's take a look shall we?





Beta attempts to stab me, but thanks to the MAGIC OF INVISITEXT, instead stabs the highly explosive DECOY DUMMY I prepared two rounds ago and then kicked into Alpha without detonating.
Because of the shared HP this deals massive damage to Gamma instead!

FOCUS ACTION:
While Gamma is still reeling from the explosion damage dealt through Beta, I snap his neck. You should've kept a better eye on me fool.


"You know for a trio on the verge of death that just finished taking oodles of damage THROUGH the sealing you'd think that you three would be a little less pointlessly cocky. Enjoy dying. Or don't, not really my concern either way I suppose."

Gah! They're completely tricked! INTENTION BREAK! Your callback, initiated before you were Sealed, succeeds! 20% damage to Gamma!

Beta: Gamma, you need to stay alive right now.

Alpha: If you don't, you won't get dinner!

Gamma: It hurts!

The quiet watcher smiles as he feels the knife in his back. He'd explicitly chosen to do nothing earlier for this sole purpose, as unlike the others, he had a move that was guaranteed to work in this state due solely to how the sealing effect worked.

His stand, [MINOR MINNIE], activated its Requiem power. As explicitly mentioned during the fourth trial, it's requiem ability was to amplify the gravity around an allied target's heart within its targeting range to over 10,000 times the normal gravity, instantly obliterating it and killing the unfortunate victim no matter what, as stated by the Moniker. However, due to the sealing effect, it must now find a completely different target, one not a member of the players. A target like Gamma, who had been standing too close to him after he'd been sealed.

Minor Minnie finds a new target! A nearby floor tile!

Floor tile: AGGGGGHHHHH! I'M DYING!

Floor tile: And just as I was about to unleash my secret plan to kill the Unsealed Sealers! Noooooooooo!

Floor tile slain!

All actions:
I follow Crusher's orders.

INTENTION BREAK! 5% damage to Gamma! Gamma has 5% HP left!

x3 Action:
Eyowe follows Crusher's orders with the wimpiness of that one kid who sticks around the alpha bully. There's just something Crusher's charisma that makes Eyowe wanna follow his order.

INTENTION BREAK! 2.5% damage to Gamma!

I'll follow Crusher's Orders to the letter. (3 CP)

INTENTION BREAK! 1.25% damage to Gamma!

I blink. I blink harder. I blink hardest of all.

"You... you're not going to try and save yourselves?" I murmur. "You're just going to lie down and die?"

Something inside of me snaps, and I Unleash all three of my Actions on the trio.

"I WILL SAVE YOU FROM YOUR OWN DEATHS WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!!!!!"

Your intentions are difficult to read. However... your intentions were to either save the three from dying and make them peaceful, or kill them immediately. Either way, you, the Players would be safe. So your REAL intention was to keep you and your fellow Players safe. GoldHero101, The Quiet Watcher, and Ranger Strider are now moderately injured by your actions!

"Well I'm fresh out of ideas." ES admits. "I mean I should be able to come up with some kind of new gambit but I sorta blew my inspiration load. Amelia?" She shook her head. "Well then. Want to tell a story? These fine folks don't know much about us other than hints, so while I recharge the ol' thinking juice we may as well give them a tale. Make it an action too, see what happens. It'll be a data point if nothing else."

FOCUSED ACTION - HISTORY

"Of course, sir." Amelia nods. "Let us make this swift and efficient. First of all, myself. I was born in the Plane of Zombie Apocalypses. Roughly the size of a medium continent, such as Earth's North America, it was cyclical in nature. We are unsure how it began, but at the beginning of a cycle a new civilisation is brought to its knees by an outbreak of zombies, and various phases are then gone through by rote. The initial collapse, initial rebuilding, long term rebuilding, and finally the elimination of the zombies via cure, military force, or simple time. This entire process could take generations, or the third phase could be skipped entirely as it takes a mere handful of years, or theoretically even months. Once the undead are destroyed, a band of survivors finds a cache of hypertechnology. This cache allows for flash cloning and construction of early 21st century cities in mere weeks with construction nanite swarms. However, it is a poisoned pill. Those same nanites will cause a successful zombie outbreak after a few years, and the cycle repeats. It was not known in the Plane that this is the case, as I only learned this via atemporal analysis using Player powers in down-time earlier during the conflict. I am not a flash clone, but rather was born in a very late rebuilt society as part of a century long cycle that saw the last zombies defeated with strength of arms. I then lived a few years in the new society, before being caught in the middle of the next cycle. I was infected, alone, and surrounded."

"That's where I come into the picture, but let's rewind. I'm not from Earth Prime either, I'm from the Plane of... I don't know, Interplanetary Cyberpunk? It's not really that simple though. It's an alternate Earth of the early 23rd century, about two hundred years from where Earth Prime is now. I'm not from the future though. Well, I am, but not from an objective standpoint. My plane is just further along. Anyway, long story short, technology advanced much faster from the 19th century onward. Actually, knowing how long he was around, I think that might have been Verrad trying to accelerate things and fund a proxy war, probably because he figured conquering a full Earth was too many players. Actually no, that would explain a lot. Huh.

Either way, long story short, a superpowered British Empire leads to a very weird 20th century that ends in, uh, it's complicated to explain to Primers, but basically imagine the Cold War, but with a pan-asian communist league winning out in Europe and marginalising, but not dismantling, the USA. Again, complicated, but if I had to summarise I'd blame the French for that.

So more long story, two centuries later Mars is colonised en mass and it's a cyberpunk hellscape, blame the Americans for that. Them getting exclusive access to space over the commies was definitely Verrad's fault, and I should know because that's where I come in. This was very recently and thus after he, as we now know, shifted tactics to trying to get the Set of Seven. Nevertheless, that didn't mean he would just let other Planes go to waste. After all, they could be a source of hiding places for the Set if he needed, and recruiting grounds for allies for the First Tribulation... or competent Players, which was also good for him as it turned out. Anyway, as I was saying, there was some weird conspiracy going on that I, revolutionary mastermind and hero of the people, noticed after, uh. The revolution. Yeah I kinda skipped the revolution to make things Not Cyberpunk, but if we covered all my glorious victories we'd be here all day. Full disclosure, I may not have had that much to do with it, really. But still. I did discover some weird goings on, and encountered a weirder robot. It was probably only some 1000 HP 500 Attack "who cares" throwaway Entity, but whatever its stats I was a lowly human and was thus about to get incinerated.

Then Player Powers kicked in. Maybe the Godmodder was passing through for a defence, attack, or just plain check-up, but I had superpowers. Not that I understood it at the time, I just thought the robot wasn't proof against sidearm bullets and I got a lucky shot. The extent of the issue only became clear as I looked in further and found indescribable technologies, including more robots.

I spent some time clearing house and setting up an interplanar drive on an orbital superfortress I, ah, commandeered once I figured out that's what I needed to do. Naturally, the powers faded after a while, but I'd accidentally made the drive a proper Entity, so it kept functioning, at least while I was around to use it. I went on a couple of adventures, mostly irrelevant, but two stand out. One, I got this sweet sword that's genuinely a legendary weapon. Sadly, lower case. I'd gotten a whiff that legendary weapons were somehow relevant, but I didn't at that point figure out what that actually meant, more's the pity. Two, I went to the Plane of Zombie Apocalypses on a hunt and ended up saving a certain innocent woman."

"He descended from the heavens with steel and fire. And a lot of smug arrogance." Amelia neutrally said.

"It was extremely sick." ES added, or maybe countered.

"From then on, I decided to help him out as a military aide on his quest. It was the least I could do, having been saved from certain death."

"Yeah and it was a sick save." ES once again added. "Anyway, after that I did a bit more stuff nobody cares about, because while I was extremely awesome you all already know that, before I ended up arriving at the centre of it all in the Plane of the Full Universe. Earth Prime. Where a fair few of you probably come from, where the Godmodder mostly was, and where I died. I picked a terrible time to show up, because this was in the middle of the Charmzard debacle. As some of you may remember, I kinda showed up, helped stabilise the situation, and then died super hard. It was extremely unfair, but oh well, I was just that much of a priority target. And nobody question that."

"I also died. It was very scary, being vaporised by a huge laser."

"But obviously that wasn't the end. I showed up on the scene in the Hexagonafield with my memories wiped, and knew the Godmodder was pretty serious business but not in what way. I decided to have some fun and see how life was like from the side of the Evil Lieutenant, and then obviously the rest is history for those of you who have been around long enough."

"Any questions?" Amelia asked.

The Plane of Zombie Apocalypses is perfect, and now canon.

Another 3 actions is used to prepare myself. The gun starts whirring as I dual wield it with my sword. The inside of the barrel sheens a great light as I take a stance in front of gamma. Pressure starts building as my stance exudes the aura of anime, building up a small layer of plot armor, not large enough to matter much, but still able to influence the tide of battle. I await my opponents next move. (If they attack, I counter with all of my prep actions in an epic anime battle sequence. If they don't, I continue my preparations)

You give yourself a death flag! After this fight, you're going back to your hometown to get married!

...Oh, wait, you aren't sealed. You give yourself temporary PLOT ARMOR!

(x1)Shrek 2 is...a good movie isn't it ?? I'm personally a fan.Thus I show them Shrek 2.

(x1)everyone is so glum to be sealed, let's have a tickle party !!

(x1)I reluctantly follow Crusher's Orders

You make the Sealers play Big Rigs Over the Road Racing! They hate it.

You tickle yourself! Somehow, it doesn't work.

INTENTION BREAK! .625% damage to Gamma!

I sit down, sigh, and pull out my IPad.

3 ACTION FOCUS - DO NOTHING EXCEPT WATCH THE YOUTUBES: I watch the youtubes. That's it. That's all I've got.

Blake: R-Really Gold? That's it?

Yup. Watch this cool video, promise it's good.



dunk the gokus


Well... you have to entertain yourself SOMEHOW before Reality ends. And what better way to spend your last moments before complete Reality obliteration? The sealing status allows this through.

[aleph+bet+gimel] Leah hears Crusher's words, and...

spends all three actions disobeying Crusher's given orders.

INTENTION BREAK! .3125% damage to Gamma!

Long ago, a Player was lost to the Shadow Realm.

Searching for any way to help those left in their final battle that he could, and trying to help from this far realm effectively... life refused. Today was the day that Player had had enough. Breaching through the barriers that had gotten in his way, a ragged Player stood at the edge of a final dimensional rift... ready to join and finally help within the last battle.

"That day... was the day I was forgotten. Lost my voice. Lost my power. Lost... everything related to this world. Today, however... Is the day I get it back."

This is the last thing Gamma hears before he promptly gets stabbed with a blade formed of a strange orange-gold power and lightning, by a figure long lost to the darkness. Today was the day he'd see the light.

A new, fresh Player enters. Not sealed. He approaches... and. STABS!

Gamma reduced to 0% HP!

Gamma: You... who ARE you!

Beta: ...Hah.

Beta: Well. Very nice try. But now, it's going to take one action to push each of us over the edge and actually finish us off.

Beta: Can you manage it? Nobody has before.


1) My face, my beautiful face ! I must leave to find my dentist. I think that bastard broke some of my teeth !
2) During my trip to my dentist, I buy an iron mask so that we can't attack my face
3) I come back and headbutt Gamma which should hurt even more than a normal headbutt since I have an iron mask !

Gamma slain!

Gamma falls over, clutching his chest. Suddenly, a lot of wounds are taking effect at once. He begins bleeding all over.

Gamma: I... I...

With Emerald Cascade leaving me no actions to make use of, I try to preform a pull up. After all, physical activity is a very important thing for maintaining the body. Plus, it gives me something to do instead of sitting down and contemplating the effectiveness of a road roller. (Free Action)

You set out the couch. Get some netflix going. Appearify some VERY unhealthy snacks. Time to VEG OUT.

I shrink my bone needle
And go far away from gamma
Then stay still without stabbing all that's around me

Then do the worst dance that's ever been done
So that gamma looks away from me in disgust

Your intention was to go close to Gamma, force him to look at you, and then stab him! Instead, you do everything you outlined in your post.

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Torix, the newly entered Player, and Dangan_Machin, holding up his Uno Card, approach the two remaining sealers.

Beta: Alpha, did Gamma just die?

Alpha: I doubt it. More likely than not, this is an illusion created through some odd kind of intentions.

Alpha: Our best course of action? To ignore it. We know full well we're invincible.


Despite their words, the two of them keep backing up. And then... they bump into something behind them.

It's the Replica Player.

Replica Players do not have intentions. They do what they're told. They are blank slates. And so...

Sealing has no effect.

The Replica Player stabs both Beta and Alpha, as Torix and Dangan_Machin trap them in place!

Alpha and Beta slain!

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Right up to their last breaths... they may have simply refused to acknowledge their defeat.

But... they're dead. Immediately, you feel so, so much better!

All injuries healed! Except for the Replica Player...

Sealed statuses removed!

For a moment, there is jubilation! Amidst the celebration, nobody notices the Replica Player crumble to the ground, returning to dust with the challenges of the Ruins complete.

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The Guardian spirit reappears!

???: You have achieved victory over the intruders on these grounds.

???: Ordinarily, you would be subjected to a final challenge. However, in the interests of time...


You hadn't realized it until now due to the Ruins restricting your powers, but with the restrictions lifted, you realize... your powers are fading fast. You feel so much weaker than before... soon, you'll be on the level of a normal human...

???: I hereby declare you the VICTORS OF THE RUINS.

???: You'll receive an honorary entry in the hall of fame.

???: Please accept your prize.


The magical barrier over the two tablets goes away. They slowly begin to float towards you. Tazz doesn't wait for them to finish moving, and flies up and grabs them right away.

You look them over. They're completely blank.

???: You haven't been tricked. The Godmodder regularly scans Reality for instances of his Critical Soul Weakness appearing on tablets like these. His automatic nanobot defenses will destroy the tablet if it isn't revealed at the precise right time.

???: Get within striking distance of the Godmodder. Use the turn to protect the tablet. And then, the truth will be revealed.

The Guardian Spirit then stands straight up, salutes you, and plays something clearly prerecorded.

???: Good luck, brave heroes!

It's just enough to put a smile on your face.

Now then...

It's time to Defeat a Godmodder.

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OOC: Over the next turn, you'll be traveling to where Altair and the other Players are facing off against the Godmodder's infinite army. For now, nothing will happen. Consider this one last break turn - if you want to do RP or attend to anything while traveling, you can.

Next update, you'll be shown what happened to the other group while you were gone, and given your next challenge.

Soon, this will all be over.


Player Power: [IIIIII] 30%

FINAL ROOM:


Players:
ExoSkeletal
DragonOfHope (Goopcalibur - 28+15 Power + Goop/Poison effects!)(Extra Goopcalibur power is used when attacking)
Daskter
Eyowe
Strider
Gnich(preparing...)
Crusher
ParadoxDragonPaci
DanganMachin (Uno Reverse Card Protection)
Captain.cat
FlamingFlapjacks (has nine-sided die gun)(D U C K)
Eternalstruggle
ThatRandomGuy
Alastair Dragovich
Piono
The Nonexistent Tazz
CaptainNZZZ (has Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Remnant crypt energy, Godmodder Tracker V1.0, always-hit-Monocle)(Emerald Cascade, hurts attackers!)
General_Urist
GoldHero101 (has Ultimo Durana(1 power left))
Karpinsky
The Quiet Watcher (Antimatter bullet)
JOEbob (has Something)(Second body)
Cephalos Jr.
Bill Nye
Ranger Strider
Winkins
The_Two_Eternities

Player Inventory:
Celestial Guidance(1 uses left)
Powerful Callback Greatsword
Ore of Orichalcum
Godmodder Soul Orb
Cybil's blood sample
Shadow Agitator
 
Update CLXXXVI (186)
You spent a total of 15 turns in the Ruins.

While that was going on...

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Turn 1:

Alice: Well... here it is. Yorefortress.

The Players take a moment to stare, as the sound of the Godmodder's approaching army rises in the distance.

Ash: So... this is where Yoreshield was. And where you spent a lot of your time...

Alice: It took me a long time to tear this place's defenses apart. Even without its old defenders, it should still be good for some time.

The fortress is massive. Glowing magenta spires dot the sides, prepared to shoot at intruders. There are three major ramparts, each only accessible by a thin staircase. Even a massive army would be forced to charge in a handful at a time.

Cera: The eternity stasis machine should be held in the lower levels. Alice, since you can't use your powers, you and Cloak should work on unlocking it.

Cloak: Got it.

Xerath flies Alice to the top, and enters into the cleared-out dungeon making up the inside of Yorefortress.

Altair: They're coming. Everybody, get ready.

The Players take their positions. They plan on resisting for as long as they can, slowly giving ground to the massive horde of [PG] entities as necessary.

Jamie: How long is this going to take?

Altair: We'll be finished when the rest arrive. I tried to ask the "real-world" Players for help, but they're busy preventing the Godmodder's horde from attacking innocents on the Planes close to the ground...

Altair: Remember - we're here to distract.


The godmodder's army approaches...

Xerath notices a videotape lying on the ground, along with a battery blade.

Inexpicably, a post comes through from the Shadow Realm - from a player left behind in the dark domain created to be a so called "inescapable" prison. "... Is... is this thing on?" A ragged looking teen, dressed in a conglomeration of robot parts and other such scraps, with a sword of electricity on his back, comes onto the camera. "Ha... Shadow Realm wifi is actually being good for once. That's surpising. Hey, everyone... it's been a while. Figured I'd say my piece on what's happening. So... Verradd has ascended. That's kinda a big deal. Glad to see you guys have made it this far. Sorry I can't join you guys for the final fight. I've lost all Player Power a long time ago, and I've just been scavenging. Found a working laptop down here, somehow - so... yea. If I did have any say left, I'd join you... or at least use my last Mortal Action to assist somehow. In my current state, though - I'm basically outta the picture. Anyways - you guys got this! I'll be cheering you all on, so... keep at it! I believe in you!" The video feed cuts to a new clip, this one directed to the Godmodder himself.

"Verradd. Been a while, huh? Bet you thought I was dead. Turns out your robots are suprisingly good at being parts. With the Mindscape or rather, the lack of monsters in it, protecting me, I managed to carve out a living for myself in the remnants of your prison. Food, water, scrap metal, and a decent wifi connection, you can be here a long time. I sure wish I could get in one last hit on you, but... it's really kinda hard to do that through a video feed. Anyways, enjoy the last moments of your life. The Players are working for your defeat as I speak. So... yea. To everyone who may be listening to this, I'm okay! Players, I believe in you and your ability to save reality! You guys have got this!" The video feed cuts out... leaving something behind, though. Altair and his bunch find an upgraded version of the Battery Blade inexpicably in their inventory. [50 Charges inside of it, Attack... HIGH]

Turn 2:

The Godmodder's Army is here. There are thousands of them, each with millions of HP... From the front... an imposing figure comes forth... The Godmodder. Verraad. Cloaked in a circular shield of pure magenta light, and crackling with power as his charge to destroy Reality builds up...

The Godmodder: Why are you here? I gave you the opportunity to leave.

The Godmodder: And yet, you continue to resist, knowing its futile.

The Godmodder: Why?


Cera: Because, Godmodder. We're going to beat you!

Cera: As we speak, the rest of the Players are within the fortress are unlocking the Eternity Stasis Machine! Once its complete, we'll let all the old entities out and destroy you in one final strike!

Jamie: (You think he'll buy that?)

The Godmodder: That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

The Godmodder doesn't even bother to check if your group is currently within the fortress.

The Godmodder: Charge, minion!

The Godmodder: Allmurderer, take care of things!


Cera: What-

[PG]Allmurderer: 100,000,000 HP, Special: Destroy Entire AG Army! 0/2

Altair: I can't believe he's doing that AGAIN!

The rest of the PG entities swarm forwards, no less than 20 different bodyguards locking position and eating attacks for the Allmurderer!

Cera: Unbelievable! Push them back!

Turn 3:

The AG Army charges into the fray to take out the Allmurderer! Jamie desperately tosses items in a panic! Grenades! Bunny sword! Burny Iron sword! EMP! Stone yo-yo!

Cera: Stop using so many of those, Jamie!

For his part, Cera takes up position, using his Anti-Infantry Railgun with the Pocket Reactor to hold firm and snipe at enemies from a distance. In the opening Jamie's volley created, Xerath and Altair charge through! Altair wears Power Armor and manages to shove aside a fair few enemies, but Xerath ends up Injured! They try to get closer to the Allmurderer, but its no use! There's too many! Xerath tosses some cola grenades to cover their retreat!

Turn 4:

As the Allmurderer's charge ticks up to 2/2, the Players find themselves back on the steps. Jamie gets Injured by a stray attack, using a Medkit to heal herself.

Jamie: We need to do SOMETHING!

Ash applies Attack Reflectors to everyone with the Redirifle. Finally, he tries to summon an attack reflector in front of the Allmurderer, but the Redirifle melts into molten metal in his hands!

???: Ahem.

A figure swoops in from above. It's him - the God of Magic and Knowledge!

GOMAK: I'll handle this.

GOMAK: Tell the Players I'm greatful. But the time of gods is over.

GOMAK: It's up to you, now.


Turn 5:

With one last smile, GOMAK moves forwards and uses his final magic spell, REFLECT BARRIER!

The Allmurderer fires a beam of pure destructive energy, slamming into GOMAK's barrier! GOMAK screams as the power courses through the barrier, every inch of his spiritual body beginning to melt from the strain! Just as it seems he won't be able to bear any more, two white-winged figures swoop in and grab him! GOMAK's reflect Barrier activates, sending the destructive energy crashing in waves over the PG forces! Panic can be seen in Allmurderer's eyes as it is reduced to a mere memory.

Entire PG Army Destroyed!

Turn 6:

Or at least, the entire PG Army in range. Immediately, more entities swarm forward, but the Players take the turn of reprieve to heal up and regroup. As they do so, Archangel Michael comes in with a host of angels.

Michael: We are here to help!

Michael: Don't worry, we'll take care of GOMAK. He's lost his powers after that spell, but we should at least be able to keep him alive...


Ash: We're glad to have you here.

Michael: Angels! STRIKE!

The remnants of the angelic army rain arrows of light on the approaching PG entities. They do only a little damage, but the enemy forces are weakened!

Inside Yorefortress, Cloak and Alice work with their guest...

Alice: I hope it's going okay out there...

Cloak: Focus on the work. Ralyx, what now?

Ralyx: Right, next you'll need to input the three emergency-access passwords here. I think JOEbob's added one, too, let's see if we can guess what it is...

Alice: "Let's make a deal?"

Ralyx: ...Yup. Wow.

Turn 7:

The PG army is upon the Players once again! They quickly find themselves forced back onto the first landing, high power PG entities tripping over themselves as they bound and leap up the steps! Cera activates all three Boost Stones, uses BUFFNESS and the Player Knife to go on a STAB RAMPAGE, slaughtering many PG entities, but it only slows them down! Before long, the first landing is overrun!

Turn 8:

In barely any time, the second landing is on the verge of being overrun as well! The Players try to plant their feet on the stairs, but its little use! The angels stop raining arrows on everybody and concentrate fire on the enemies closest to the top, but it still isn't enough!

Xerath takes risks, dodging through the enemies to slow them down at lower parts of the fort. He quickly gets Slighty Injured, Seriously Injured, Critically Injured... its like he's... trying to...

Altair: Xerath! Get back here!

Turn 9:

Just as the second landing is about to be overtaken, Xerath returns to the rest of the Players.

Xerath: Everyone... after everything I've done... After the Players I've hurt... I...

Jamie: No, not this again! Xerath, stop! Get back, we'll heal you!

Xerath: You know this has to happen! Its too early to use our trump card! We're about to be forced back into the inner chambers!

Altair: Do what you have to do, then.

Xerath cuts himself one last time, bringing him down to Mortally Wounded. As he does so, Altair attaches something to him as everyone retreats to the top of Yorefortress.

Xerath: One... final... ATTACK!

MORTAL ACTION!

Silently, Xerath reaches out his hand and activates GREY SHACKLES. Out of the side of Yorefortress, chains rise out of nothing, and latch onto hundreds of entities trying to scale the fort, dragging them back down! The entities find themselves dragged down one flight, two flights of stairs, their skulls slamming against the hard steps the whole way! Three flights of stairs, four flights of stairs, five flights of stairs - wait, that's more than Yorefortress has! Too late, the hundreds of entities realize they are in STAIR HELL!

The power leaves Xerath as he hovers, and the other Players move to control the regained ground...

Xerath: ...

Xerath: ...I'm... alive...?


Altair: Yes. I gave you Alastair's X-Blade. It protected you.

Altair: Now, when you're ready to stop being a suicidal moron, use this bonfire for a full heal and start helping.


Xerath: ...I...

Altair doesn't bother listening to Xerath, and moves forward to fight the enemies.

Turn 10:

Xerath's attack cleared out enough enemies for the Players to fight on the first landing once again, but they start getting pushed back almost immediately...

Cera: The Players should be here any minute, right!?

Altair: Don't complain! Only fight!

Turn 11:

As the Players are pushed back to the second landing, they burn most of the remaining items to hold back the tide of enemies...

Inside the fortress, work on the Stasis Machine is nearly complete.

Cloak: The situation out there isn't sustainable, and the Godmodder is more than halfway finished charging.

Alice: Earlier, you told me to keep working! Now come on Ralyx, I just finished with the 413-digit PIN, what now?

Ralyx: Okay, now you'll need to use these lockpicks to complete the lockpicking tutorial. The locks aren't actually locking anything, this is just to waste time...

Ralyx: Why did I design my machine this way?


Turn 12:

The second landing is overrun. Archangel Michael was shot down by the Anti-air PGs, and nobody has time to see if he's okay.

As the Players fight on the stairs leading to the top of the fortress, Altair turns and dashes towards the top.

Altair: There's no more time. Whether the Players get here or not, we need to do it now.

In front of Altair is one of Yorefortress's last defenses: The Amplifier. Located at the very highest point, it can filter power and spread it across entire armies of enemies. But it has a very long cooldown. From far away, at the bottom of the fort, through the lense of the Amplifier, the Godmodder stares.

Altair pulls out the 100,000 CP Crystal.

Altair: Alright, everyone! Get ready! I'm going to destroy ALL these guys at once!

Everyone pauses, PG entities included, as Altair prepares to fire the crystal...

Turn 13:

Altair squeezes on the Crystal in his hand, and it shatters! Light blue electricity crackles all around his body, as Altair, an expression of pure ecstasy on his face, aims for the Amplifier, and-

The Godmodder: Yeah, right.

-fires! Straight at the Godmodder's invincible shield!

0 damage!

The power dissipates uselessly. The Godmodder can't attack while charging, but he can teleport himself.

The Godmodder: You really thought I'd let you do that? Let's see you win now.

The Godmodder smiles once again.

Altair: Oh?

Altair: OH?

Altair: You think you've won?

Altair: Are you... SURE?


The Godmodder looks up.

Up above both their heads, captured in paradoxdragonpaci's save point... is the 100,000 CP crystal, once again.

It fires, going above the Godmodder's head, straight into the Amplifier!

Turn 14:

For an entire turn, the field is bathed in blue flames. The amplified power of 100,000 CP ravages every entity in a many-mile radius. Entities are obliterated by the thousands. Rage flashes in and out of the Godmodder's expression as his army is once again reduced to nothing.

Ralyx pokes his head out.

Ralyx: Everything is ready to go! We just need the signal and the Eternity Stasis Machine will be unleashed upon the field!

Altair: Do it now!

Turn 15:

In one massive, ultimate charge, every entity ever slain in this massive, weeks-spanning war comes out once again! Former allies, turned to one final, glorious purpose! Former foes, brainwashed rehabilitated by JOEbob's heaven simulation! Former neutrals, throwing aside their edgy neutrality to save the Reality they call home!

As new enemies are summoned, and the PG army tries to rebuild, they find themselves pushed back, even by some of the enemies they were fighting alongside moments before! The field is thrown into chaos! The enemies won't be able to regroup for some time!

The Godmodder watches from atop Yorefortress.

Altair: Not so hopeless now, eh?

Jamie: They're here! They're here!

All of you swoop in, carrying the two fateful tablets.

Cera: Right, we'll make sure everything is okay out there. All of you... we're counting on you to beat the Godmodder. You can do it.

You cleared the Ruins in a medium amount of time and gave the other Players lots of items to help in the defense. In the end, they defended successfully and nobody died.

The whole group of you land on Yorefortress. All around you, the battle rages. But you should have enough time to deal with this.

You crack your knuckles.

You pull out the tablets. The Godmodder's eyes widen. On one is a summary explanation.

"The Critical Soul Weakness of the being known as Verraad, or the Godmodder, which is capable of destroying them instantly, is..."

And on the other tablet...

"cu"

The "cu" only takes up a small part of the tablet, though its in large letters. The rest is blank.

The Godmodder: The Ruins was made by a Player.

The Godmodder: Simply put. It isn't powerful enough to extract my ENTIRE Critical Soul Weakness.

The Godmodder: Let's play a guessing game, then.

The Godmodder: Can you guess what my Critical Soul Weakness is? Not even I know.

The Godmodder: And nobody's ever hit it before. I'd be amazed if you could guess with just one tiny, pathetic, useless, hint.


The Godmodder smirks. He thinks he's invincible.

You'll just have to prove him wrong.

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Using each of your three actions, you can guess one word starting with "cu"! You can also use your actions to perform analysis on the tablet to gain more clues about the word! That's right - you have to guess one specific thing to win! It's a puzzle boss!

You hear someone screaming in the background. You're pretty sure it's Crusher. Well, in any event, once you've guessed the Godmodder's Critical Soul Weakness, then the final fight will REALLY begin.

(OOC: I promise this won't last more than two-three turns, at most. The Ruins and the Sealers were pretty intense, so this is one more easy gameplay segment before the end. Once the final battle starts, you won't have any more chances to interact with anything until everything ends for good. Also, here's a hint: It doesn't matter if the word is singular or plural.)

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Player Power: [IIIII] 25%

YOREFORTRESS:

[V]Reality's Administrator, Verraad: 100,000,000/100,000,000 HP (Unholy Divine Shield! Completely Invincible!)(Charging Reality-Ending Unholy Divine Obliteration!)

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CRITICAL SOUL WEAKNESS INFO:

Word Info: CU

TRIED WORDS:
-None yet

OTHER HINTS ABOUT THE WORD:
-Doesn't matter if singular or plural

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Players:
ExoSkeletal
DragonOfHope (Goopcalibur - 28+15 Power + Goop/Poison effects!)(Extra Goopcalibur power is used when attacking)
Daskter
Eyowe
Strider
Gnich(preparing...)
Crusher
ParadoxDragonPaci
DanganMachin (Uno Reverse Card Protection)
Captain.cat
FlamingFlapjacks (has nine-sided die gun)(D U C K)
Eternalstruggle
ThatRandomGuy
Alastair Dragovich
Piono
The Nonexistent Tazz
CaptainNZZZ (has Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Remnant crypt energy, Godmodder Tracker V1.0, always-hit-Monocle)(Emerald Cascade, hurts attackers!)
General_Urist
GoldHero101 (has Ultimo Durana(1 power left))
Karpinsky
The Quiet Watcher (Antimatter bullet)
JOEbob (has Something)(Second body)
Cephalos Jr.
Bill Nye
Ranger Strider
Winkins
The_Two_Eternities

Player Inventory:
Celestial Guidance(1 uses left)
Powerful Callback Greatsword
Ore of Orichalcum
Godmodder Soul Orb
Cybil's blood sample
Shadow Agitator
 
Update CLXXXVII (187)
SHIT FUCK DAMN!!! UHHHHHH.
CUSTODIAN??????
Yeah, as someone who would destroy reality the custodian of reality could stop him? Yeah, sure, as Custodian of reality I smite you!

The CUSTODIAN enters! Using his mop, he will surely defeat the Godmodder! He's charging right now as we speak!

...

Ooh, that's a war crime. Never mind. Goodbye, mr custodian!

Action 1-3: I perform analysis on the tablet to get try to see how many letters are there in the word.

u-umm... gu-guys..
Are you alright?
I... don't... feel... good9eiafei98afb980afb09aebf09a4s3ebfg90a4ebg90=4aqgaifgaeu9bgfa89bfa89bf98a3wqb.......

K.I.N.D.N.E.S.S A.I. HAS SHUT DOWN!

Bill Nye grunts in pain. He starting to glitch.

........Kindness?

....oh god.....
oh nononononono....
Are we next?
Please wake up!
Kindness!?
............... It's happening...
What's happening-g?

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT POST

BILL NYE SHUT DOWN IN PROGRESS. TIME: 5 TURNS REMAINING...

Taking a brief look at the length of the tablet... you think if they wrote REALLY tiny... they could probably have a maximum of 14 letters on it.

2x action: I start analyzing the tablet, looking deep into it, searching for any microscopic clues.

Huh. Looks like if you analyze it really thoroughly, you get instructions on how to build a rock. Don't think that's it, but let's see what else I picked up.

1x action: you know the cup song, right? that goes kind of like this:


good

so the first step here is to make Verraad be the cup

the second step is to do the cup song with Verraad as the cup

and voila


The Godmodder is not weak to cups, as he somehow survives this torture! By extension, he isn't weak to the cup song either.

You find a mostly smooth surface. However, as you ponder the surface, you think. Hmm. There's definitely no way there can be less than 3 letters on this thing. It'd have to be a t least 3!

"Well that's even less convenient than I thought." ES mused. "But sure."

1. "If he as a Godmodder is all about destruction, maybe it's a cultivator that's the weakness?" ES mused.
2. "By that same token, it might be curation." Amelia added thoughtfully.
3. "Or even customise."

You summon a cultivator to curate, and then customize the godmodder!

The godmodder trips, falls off Yorefortress, and plummets into the swirling death battle below. Nope.

Use Celestial Guidance, now! It might get us a whole additional letter or something!

I've learned a lot from the fight with Chara. Back then, we were weak, but now, I have some new tricks.

Dictionary Bomb armed. 2407 potential weaknesses discovered. Preparing bombardment.

Words that start with cu | Words starting with cu

That small moment of weakness is all that is needed to put the amount of possible attacks within calculation range.

Focused Action: Culminating Strike: Precognitive Overload

Summary: Using precognition, I simulate 803 alternate timelines, trying 3 words in each timeline. I receive results from each timeline and deploy the timeline where the critical soul weakness was struck.

Vote for Celestial Guidance!

Your simulations all start and end with the Godmodder giving you a middle finger, promptly followed by you receiving a heart attack.

I throw a curveball at the Godmodder using one action! I yell Culture at the Godmodder! I search for a hint.

The curveball curves right around the godmodder!

You show the Godmodder a fortnite dance! That counts as culture, right? Well, it doesn't do anything...

You pick up a random rock of Yorefortress to look under it! You see some inscriptions in Omnispeech, probably designed as some kind of ward on the fort. That reminds you, this should go without saying, but the word must surely be in English, right?

given that it's only taking up a bit of the tablet, the weakness probably would take up more then twice as much space if fully printed. So, 5 letter or long words most likely.
Also, since it doesn't matter if it's singular or plural, it has to be Able to be singular or plural.
1) I shoot the Godmodder with a Cube which is so sharp and angular that its edges do damage. This Cubical Cube is so Cute the Godmodder can't bring himself to Cull it before giving it a chance to Cut him because of how Cupid-y the Cuteness is, and so soon the Godmodder may very well be Cured even as he becomes Cutup, by the Cube which is Curry-like in terms of taste and texture, requiring Cutlery to consume without cunvulsing, which is impossible because the Cube is also made of all the Cutlery in existence.

2) I create a cumulonimbus cloud, making the Godmodder very curious; so curious that he concludes that he should investigate. on investigating, he discovers it is the rare CURLIMUCUMULUNIBIOLOUS cloud- which curls curling pucks straight at everyone inside! Not only that, but the curling pucks also serve as currency for a rare race of rapidly curtsying ninja-currators, whos customs give them an edge in coordination in any fight! these cultish cursteying ninja-curators are entirely cutthroat in their conduct, and so it is not long at all before the Godmodder (having been struck by several of the curling puck currency, which happens to cumbersome(ly) connect itself to him) is attacked by the cutthroat cultish ninja-curators while they rapidly curtsy at him, assassinating him and sacrificing him to the cult in an effort to cutthroatly gain power while simultaneously stealing the curling currency and curating reality to remove his continuing consciousness! not only that, but the curtsies conjure currents of custard, which does the opposite of cure him of being hurt. what curs! in fact, the very metaphysical nature of every notable quality of the currators i've mentioned so far assails him, making him conceptually attacked by each of the features, even if it would otherwise only affect him indirectly!

3) I argue my previous attempts into validity on the basis that attacking a target weak to pamplets with a pamplet gun would strike the weakness, and attacking a target weak to esoteric guns with such a gun would also strike their weakness, meaning an attack can be capable of targetting multiple potential critical soul weaknesses at once without suddenly being incapable of targetting any of them; From there we can determine that if I throw a baseball which is on fire with a spin allowing it to drill through things at the speed of light, it would kill a being weak to fire, baseballs, drilling, spin-attacks possibly, or high-speed projectiles. And that if I attack the Godmodder with a Cube which radiates deadly cuteness and cuts them with cutlery which it is made of, it will kill him as long as he is weak to Cubes or Cuteness or Cuts or Cutlery, even though the Cube is also curry-like.

<Words tested so far: Cube, cubical, cute, cull(weakly), cut, cupid(weakly), cuteness, cured(weak but twice), cutup, curry, cutlery, cunvulsing, custodian(weakly), Cumulonimbus, Curious(weakly), Curling, Currency, Curtsying(weakly), curator(weakly), customs, cultish, cutthroat(weakly), cumbersome, currents, custard, (anti)cure, curs(weakly). by others: cup, Cud, Cue, cute, cucumber, currency, Cu(as in copper), Cuil theory, Custard, Culture, Cub, Cuthbert, Cubert, Cull, Orichalcum, Curse, Cut, Culmination, Curators, Cultists, Curveball, Culture, Cultivator, Curation, Customize.>

You attempt to blatantly ignore the rules I have just set out! You fail. Only the first word of each action counts.

The Cube flies off the Godmodder's shield, skittering on the ground!

The cumulonimbus cloud just sits there.

When you mention the word "cuteness" in your third action, something happens! That something is nothing.

x3 Action:
Eyowe analyzes the tablet with a macroscope. It should probably be doing the opposite, but somehow it's helping out.

As you view the whole tablet, you realize that... for sure... this thing definitely can't hold 14 letters. You're not sure what the other guy was thinking. At most 13 letters, for sure.

Guys, the word is a noun.

I guess:
Culmination
Curators
Cultists


I also vote for the last celestial guidance, since it's listed in our inventory it's probably good for a hint even if GOMAK's down for the count.

CULMINATION! Slowly, it culminates into... nothing!

A curator attempts to determine the Godmodder's value. Infinity trillion dollars, he says.

A cultist starts worshiping the godmodder! The godmodder ignores him.

Vote for Celestial Guidance! Two is plenty!

The last of GOMAK'S power flows into you... you can feel all the hint-gathering energy in the world, helping you out right here, right now...! Yes... surely...

THE FIFTH LETTER IS C.

1x: curse

1x: cull

1x: cut

You curse the Godmodder! He already has like, 3,000 of them.

You attempt to cull the godmodder's power. Its no good.

You cut the Godmodder's shield! Its so tough you just cut yourself...

3x: The man in MTF uniform takes a close look at the tablet. He peers closer and closer, gazing at it desperately... until light flashes from behind his visor and his vision shifts to seeing concepts instead of reflected light.

Seeing concepts is not quite like reading an Update, but it is close. For a concept like [The Quiet Watcher], for example, it is linked by [Is] to [Player] and by [Has] to [An antimatter bullet], to list the most important ones. [An antimatter bullet], in turn, would be linked by [Made of] to [Antimatter] and [In the shape of] to [Bullet], to give a simple example.

[The second tablet] would be linked by [Has written on it] to ["cu"]. The man in MTF uniform looks at [The second tablet], and attempts to follow the link [Would read if [It] was modified so that [It][Is complete?] would become closer to [Yes] ] from it to see what concept would result.

You follow the symbolic links... the word... you can almost... you start to say it! "Cu" - you say aloud, but then lose it! The word evades you...

But then you realize. The way you pronounced the word... yes...

The "cu" at the beginning is pronounced "q" like in "cute" or "cucumber", and not "ka" like in "cut" or "cup".

It was made by a single Player... why does that make me think? Wait. This is a shenanigan. NOTHING should stop a shenanigan.

And indeed, nothing is! The caustic, extra-reality Nothing! I link it to my own Nothing and pull it out! (X1 Action)

I then think - Verraad isn't an English word. What if this word isn't English either? I proceed to have the cu reveal what language it's from! (X1 Action)

Then I look in our inventory. Is there anything in there with a cu?

There's the DUCK power, but that's UC. Wait a second...

"Is it Orichalcum? It's unusually important." (X1 Action GUESS!)

You reveal that... well, you already realized its in English. But even so, it could just be some nonsense word, and that wouldn't make sense... no...

It has to be a real word that would show up in a dictionary.

You hurl the Orichalcum at the Godmodder! Nothing. It bounces off, and you put it back in the inventory.

"...Seriously? Cuthbert? Cubert? Cull?" Are you serious? CU!?? That's hilarious.

I don't even know what Cuthbert and Cubert are! Well, they're definitely not it!

1. 2. 3. I would like to buy a vowel

Hearing your plea, the vowel salesman rolls up! He offers to sell you one vowel, if you'll just pay him $3.50. You root around in your wallet - drat, you only have 3 $1s! No quarters! Desperate, you ask to take the $0.50 on credit. The salesman agrees, and sells you your vowel!

The word definitely has an I in it!

Wait a minute... now that you aren't trying to buy something and are thinking straight, you realize! That's no salesman! It's the loch ness monster! He laughs, saying he's charging you 10%-per-second interest, then speeds off!

I ain't got the time nor mind for guessing. KOWALSKI, ANALYSIS!

Suddenly a bunch of Humboldt penguins carrying various microscopes, radars, and other scientific analytical tools start swarming all over the second tablet, to look for any signs whatsover that might exist of any characters beyond 'cu' having once existed or being on the cusp of existing. The older players didn't pump enough power into this for all the letters to fully form, but perhaps some letters just haven't developed enough to be visible to the naked eye?

The penguins report that, as you know that the fifth letter is "c", it must have at least 5 letters! Also, the tablet can't realistically hold more than 12 letters without cheating using the margins. They don't know what the Players who said 13 or 14 were thinking.

(x3)I Assist in the analysis focusing on number of letters

Well... only 5 letters doesn't leave a lot of options. It's got to have at least 6 letters, you imagine.

While everyone's doing that, I give my own words.
"Custard"
"Culture"
"Cub"

You offer the Godmodder some custard! Custard being a part of your culture! Nothing!

A bear cub appears! The Godmodder kills its entire family, somehow just by being bearby! Nope.

Action 1:
How about Cuil? As in, Cuil Theory? Might be enough to mindflood him into oblivion.

Actions 2 and 3:
I open my third eye, allowing me to deeply analyze the tablet for more hints.

You attempt to use Cuil Theory to dissociate from the fact that Reality is about to be destroyed. Success is limited.

Using your third eye, you see... mysterious indentations... yes... yes...!

The word has 3 vowels, including the u and the i.

The quiet watcher reads the tablets again, noting that the way it's written suggests that the answer isn't pure copper, whose Periodic formula was Cu. Instead of throwing even more things at the Godmodder, he uses all of his action to fold away a few layers of reality over the tablet to reveal the next two letters, taking care to not damage the tablets with his actions as he did so.

You fold Reality over and over... no! Its the same every time! Well... you can at least conclude by the way its folding that the word has at most 11 letters. You're not sure what everybody else was thinking.

I add my vote to the Celestial Guidance vote. When else will we ever use it, rather than now?

[FOCUS] - Using all three of my actions, I begin focusing on finding the last letter of the soul weakness, and conduct a massive cross-reference project across the spans of the internet. Massive spreadsheets unravel in front of the computer, thousands of rows and columns long as some extra-dimensional printer with access to the elemental plans of ink manages to print this off. Top tier wizards gathered from the remnants of the D&D worlds begin to focus Legend Lore, Wish spells, and even more into this single letter, hoping to get just one single letter off the end of some random word, somewhere out there...

Honestly, the juxtaposition of science and magic, while nothing new, is quite a spectacle in these higher quantities. Combined with the limited space this occurs in, it becomes a massive headache to look at until a small jungle from the printer finally signifies that something happened of significance. I pick the slip of printer paper up and find a singular, massively important letter of the alphabet and the Godmodder's Critical Soul Weakness: [REDACTED BY NON-PRECOGNIZENCE]

DnD magicians and Excel spreadsheets prove an effective combo! They conclude that... without a doubt... analyzing ALL the references, both magical and cell references...

The word is a noun. Most known Critical Soul Weaknesses are. Adjectives and adverbs are very rarely chosen, verbs somewhat more commonly, but for someone like the godmodder, its definitely a noun!

1x FIRE THE Cucumber cannon!

1x Waves of golden currency crushes Veraad under their weight

1x ... it's cuteness isn't it? Well it's worth a try. Go cute puppy go and charm him!

Cucumber! It bounces right off the Godmodder.

Verraad has no shortage of currency. He pockets the spare change anyways.

The Godmodder already had his cute puppy friend, back at the beginning of the game! He's still mad at you for brutally murdering him.

X3 actions to analysis
More penguins more micro macro scopes
And more reality folding

The curse of repetitiveness is straining you a bit, but using reality folding to gain effects from multiple Kowalskis in consult with each other... yeah... definitely...

The word has to have a maximum of 10 letters. You're REALLY not sure what everybody else was thinking when they said there was more. The tablet's limits are already stretching as it is.

Cur, I think we can all agree that Verraad is one. (1CP)
Cud, A form of regurgitated food, Verraad is about as appealing as such. (1CP)
Cue, Mainly just wanting to get ride of the last 3 word possibilities. (1CP)

You shout "Cur" as an insult! Verraad doesn't even plug his ears! He's not devastated at all! Does the man have no shame??

Appealing as cud? That's a new insult. But the godmodder will press on despite your vicious verbal assault!

You throw a Cue ball at the godmodder! In certain universes, that would be really important, but not here.

Ah, a puzzle! Everyone is expending their actions on guesses or hints to defeat the Godmodder and avoid the 'Reality-Ending Unholy Divine Obliteration' being successfully released! A critical portion of this climatic conclusion: the Godmodder's Critical Soul Weakness!

It's a shame i currently lack usable actions.

While designing the Emerald Cascade to automatically use my actions isn't too troublesome when faced with the Sealers, it's highly counterproductive in most other circumstances. Unfortunately, I didn't deactivate the effect before now and that means no actions this turn. At least my lack of foresight has remained consistent.

Anyway, I send up the cancellation order (a painfully neon yellow flare) and lie down on the ground. All I can do for the rest of this turn is simply relax and enjoy the show.

Oh, and I support the motion to use Celestial Guidance. Woo democracy!

Emerald Cascade is successfully canceled, and you are restored to rights!

[Alelph+Bet+Gimel] Leah looks at the tablets. "Omniglot... Analysis?"

Omniglot bobs its whole body, and from the core of energy in its center, a beam of light radiates onto the tablet, analyzing every subatomic particle and twitch of quantum foam there is on the substance, attempting to discover and bring to light that which is not so terribly obvious about it.

The tablet's been so thoroughly analyzed, there's not much left! But judging by the way the word is centered... it'd need to have a certain number of letters to look symmetrical and not awkward...

The word has at least 7 letters!

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Verraad stands strong.

Beneath, the battle rages. Already, the army from the Eternity Stasis Machine is being pushed back.

You have a whole lot of hints, but not too many guesses.

You prune the list of words you've already guessed to only contain words which match the current conditions. Less confusing that way.

...And it seems that so far, NONE of the words you've tried match the conditions you've discovered! Well, you've certainly narrowed it down a lot.

Verraad: Your powers are almost gone.

Verraad: It's a bit late for you to try and relax with the last moments before the end, but...

Verraad: You'd surely do better than continue this hopeless quest.


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Player Power: [IIII] 20%

YOREFORTRESS:

[V]Reality's Administrator, Verraad: 100,000,000/100,000,000 HP (Unholy Divine Shield! Completely Invincible!)(Charging Reality-Ending Unholy Divine Obliteration!)

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CRITICAL SOUL WEAKNESS INFO:

Word Info: CU__C

TRIED WORDS:
-None matching the conditions!

OTHER HINTS ABOUT THE WORD:
-Doesn't matter if singular or plural
-Maximum of 10 letters
-Minimum of 7 letters
-English
-The "cu" at the beginning is pronounced "q" like in "cute" or "cucumber", and not "ka" like in "cut" or "cup".
-Real word that would be in a dictionary
-Has an "I"
-Three vowels, including the "U" and "I"
-Is a noun

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Players:
ExoSkeletal
DragonOfHope (Goopcalibur - 28+15 Power + Goop/Poison effects!)(Extra Goopcalibur power is used when attacking)
Daskter
Eyowe
Strider
Gnich(preparing...)
Crusher
ParadoxDragonPaci
DanganMachin (Uno Reverse Card Protection)
Captain.cat
FlamingFlapjacks (has nine-sided die gun)(D U C K)
Eternalstruggle
ThatRandomGuy
Alastair Dragovich
Piono
The Nonexistent Tazz
CaptainNZZZ (has Entity Loyalty Punch Card - redeems one disloyal entity, Remnant crypt energy, Godmodder Tracker V1.0, always-hit-Monocle)(Emerald Cascade, hurts attackers!)
General_Urist
GoldHero101 (has Ultimo Durana(1 power left))
Karpinsky
The Quiet Watcher (Antimatter bullet)
JOEbob (has Something)(Second body)
Cephalos Jr.
Bill Nye
Ranger Strider
Winkins
The_Two_Eternities

Player Inventory:
Powerful Callback Greatsword
Ore of Orichalcum
Godmodder Soul Orb
Cybil's blood sample
Shadow Agitator
 
Update CLXXXVIII (188)
I begin the creation of Avalon.

...Huh?

All actions:
"Grant us eyes... grant us eyes!"

I call upon Kos (or some say Kosm) and gain a thousand eyes, which I use to analyze the tablet for more hints.

With one thousand eyes, you can definitely determine... nothing which hasn't been determined already...! The word probably has less than 1,000 letters, however.

possibilities remaining:
Cubicle, cubical, cuticle, cuticles.
All others have either wrong C position, or too many vowels.
[1x] I try Cubicle (as in a small space)
[1x] I try cuticle (whatever that is)
[1x] I try cubical, as in cube-like.

You "try" various things, but since you aren't attacking with them, it doesn't do anything...

Alright, that's enough, the Godmodder is now screwed.

Free Action: Deploying analysis program. Inserting all clues. Analyzing...

Array of all possible words gathered:

cubical, cubically, cubicas, cubicity, cubicle, cubicles, culices, culicid, culicids, cuticle, cuticles

That's 11 words, but that's also just the automated analysis. Let's prune some more words.

Each of these words that ends with s can be pruned, as the plural form of each word is stated to not matter. Cubicles, Cuticles, and Culicids can be dropped. Culices is also a plural of culicid. 8 words remaining.

cubical, cubically, cubicas, cubicity, cubicle, culicid, cuticle

Noun check. The word must be a noun. cubically can be dropped due to being an adverb, cubicas can be dropped due to not actually being an english word (at least I think, since it was in the list of english words I dug up) (wait, it's actually a plural for something and an adjective, so it should still be dropped). Cubicity is apparently a noun despite the definition calling it a description, but I've narrowed it down to 5 words, of which JOEBob has already tried 3.

cubical, cubicity, cubicle culicid, cuticle

Action 1: I send a swarm of culicids to attack the Godmodder. The dictionary says they're mosquitos, which is a horrible way to go out if it's actually the Godmodder's critical soul weakness.

Action 2: I evaluate the Godmodder's cubicity, which is apparently a noun.

Action 3: If one of JOEBob's tests failed, I copy it. Otherwise, I try a random word from my initial list of 11. We shouldn't get to this action, though.

The culicids wither in fear as they approach...

The Godmodder's cubicity is exactly what you'd expect it would be, thank you.

You "try" one of JOEbob's test, again failing as trying isn't even remotely attacking.

"Well, to start with, knowing the fifth letter is absurdly helpful." ES begins, rubbing his chin.

"After removing redundant plurals, words with less than seven or more than ten letters, and deleting non-nouns, the following list remains." Amelia said, looking at a sheet of words with a fifth letter c and a first two letters cu.

Cubicity
Cuticle
Cubicle
Curaçao
Curacy

"That's only five words, so good job, we're already in the home stretch, but let's narrow it down some more." ES was in an outright evil grin at this point. "Curaçao and Curacy don't have an I in them. The plural of curacy does, that being curacies, but that has too many vowels."

1. Cubicity
2. Cuticle
3. Cubicle

"Three words, three actions. It's perfect. Boom, Godmodder. All of these have a q-type cu pronunciation, and-"

Amelia tugs on ES' jacket sleeve. He turns around, looking annoyed. "Yes?"

She points at JOE.

"Well alright then mister boring, let's not get theatrical." ES grumbled. "But you have missed one thing. It has to be cubicity and not cubical. They mean the same thing, but cubicity is a noun and cubical is an adjective."

FOCUS: Cubicity

"There, now all possibilities are properly accounted for."

You FOCUS on Cubicity at the Godmodder! The Godmodder barely even knows what that means. He is unhurt.

Just in case we're all somehow wrong, I spend two actions looking over the tablet again.

With my final action, I attack.

Verraad finds himself at a career fair. The layout, the companies present... it's all familiar. Then he realizes. This is the day he took an internship with the Godmodder, which turned into an apprenticeship.

Quickly, Verraad runs over to the Godmodder's table, only to find the Godmodder shaking hands with none other than Alice. Or someone who looks like her. It's unclear. In any case, the position has been filled.

Dejected, Verraad bungles his way through the rest of the career fair. Eventually, he finds an internship as an accountant at Karpinsky Consolidated, the premier interplanar import/export firm.

We get him set up well, with a nice cubicle to call his own.

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months. Verraad grows weary under the drudgery of accounting, and the inhumanity of the cubicle. Then the internship finishes.

Almost immediately, we offer to hire him full-time. He was doing a good job, and we're not about to let some rival poach him. We give a generous signing bonus. Against his better judgement, he says yes.

Weeks turn into months, months turn into years. Verraad's entire nine-to-five hours are spent in the same cubicle, not to mention the overtime he always ends up pulling come tax season. Which, given the dozens of planes we operate in and their different governments, is every season.

And so it goes, until he has a fatal heart attack at the age of 64. He was just two months from retirement, too.

You attack via cubicles!

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Storypost XVIII - Storypost
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*BRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG*

*whunk*

John Smith dragged himself out of bed. The thoughts of the coming day weighing down on him, for a moment, he just stood there, staring off into space. But, as he always did, he eventually shook it off and began his day.

Went through the shower. Shoved down an average breakfast. Brushed his teeth. Threw on some clothes. Exited his apartment and headed on his way to the office. Arrived just in time, and immediately ended up sitting back in his cubicle, with another stack of papers ready to be tended to.

He worked through them all over the course of the next eight hours, completely undisturbed by his coworkers. Finally, John got up and dragged himself home, burning the remaining hours of his day on unremarkable TV shows before collapsing on his bed.


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BREAKING ALERT! The TV suddenly changed to a news channel. John started in his chair. What now?

"After the past 3 years of no progress, the Godmodder has finally broken the Player stalemate. Chaos has ensued on the battlefield. We're here reporting live on developments as they happen – "

The view overlooked the battlefield within the dome. Fire and chaos was all around, and at the center of the camera view - the Godmodder. Within the crowd of Players trying to fight off them off, John spied his sister, the last living member of his family. A monstronsity of robotic parts approached her – one of the enemies? – and she was forced to dodge. Before he could see more, the footage cut back to the reporter.

"After a surprise attack, the battle delayed for so long has once again begun. The Godmodder has, according to recent reports, secretly spent the past several months preparing a small army of entities after spying a hole in the supposedly airtight Final Wall. Now, it seems the Final Wall may be on the verge of falling, once again endangering-"

Idly, John thought about the Godmodder arriving in his city. At least then, something would finally happen.

No… he didn't live in one of the big fancy cities. Those were the usual targets. More likely than not, he'd continue living out his existence exactly as he was now… forever…

…Unless…

"Already, multiple cities across the globe have begun preparing emergency defense forces in the event of a full Dome Breach. We now cut to our 'God Consultant' , who thinks that our current lucky streak has come to an end."

"Thank you. Now, some may think that our Players calling their creation the 'Final Wall' was inviting disaster from the start, but the fact is that three years is an unprecedented length of time to hold any godmodder back-"

In that moment, John felt as though a weight was pressing down on him. It was the weight of his future, and it was heavier than a thousand elephants. Could he continue this… this nothing, forever? If that was his alternative… then… the Player/Godmodding war…

"Unfortunately, though I hate to say it… I'm afraid that, as a professional… I can't give the current Player group any chance of recovering. Hopefully, anyone left will escape or hide out until the next group comes…"

John hardly paid attention to the TV, and its noise faded to the back of his mind, drowned out by the gears in his brain grinding. He considered it. If he joined the battle… there were only two outcomes. Outcome one: He died. Outcome two: He had a great time, crushed the Godmodder, and got to live the rest of his life on generous Player Pension money. Either way, one thing was true for sure: John would never be bored again.

With the decision made, for the first time in a long time, John felt like he had something to look forward to. The weight on his shoulders disappeared, and he stood up straight.

He went to bed bright and early. Big day tomorrow!

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As the consultant predicted, the rest of the Players did indeed perish shortly after. John clambered off the government-supplied plane, with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Pilot: Right then. Now, just past that gate, you'll be inside the Dome. From there, you'll need to find where the Players and Godmodders are currently fighting.

Pilot: If they aren't nearby, grab some abandoned vehicle and head in the direction of the explosions.

Pilot: You'll know you're there when you feel Player powers start to kick in. Good luck.


The Pilot headed out, not eager to stay nearby too long. John stretched, took a moment for mental preparation, and set out forwards at a jog.

As he entered the Dome, there was an immediate change. The ground was either a destroyed, wrecked mess, or cobbled together out of strange and unnatural materials. Machines and dead bodies, husks of warriors that had once been, lay scattered about. Excitement rising in his chest, John continued to move forwards.

About an hour later, a mysterious girl appeared next to him, and handed him a book. John took the book and looked her over. She had brown eyes, dark hair, and a wide smile.

???: Hey there! I always greet all the new Players! It's really excellent to meet you!

John: And you, as well. Now, could you tell me-

???: No problem, just look at that book! The Players pass it out, it has all the information you need on the current group!

John flipped through the book. He saw pictures of several other Players, including one, Worf, marked as the current leader.

John: Hmm… What does the Godmodder look like?

???: Oh! Well, their face is always changing, so a constantly-updating picture is included on the last page!

John took a look. He saw that the current Godmodder was a girl with brown eyes, dark hair, and a wide smile.

John: Oh, that's-

The girl's first slammed into John's face at Mach 3, sending him spinning through the air for several hundred yards. Miraculously, John survived – his Player powers had kicked in!

To his surprise, he landed on a mattress in midair. Nearby, Players swooped past, some calling a gretting, as they headed to launch another assault on the Godmodder. Next to him was a face he remembered from the book – Worf!

Worf: Ah, yes, excellent! A new recruit! That brings our numbers to 50, now!

Worf: Right then! I'm the leader here, so if you want to do something, ask me first!


John: Alr-

Worf: Now! I have a specific strategy in mind! And indeed, it is the greatest strategy! With this strategy, Players will finally begin to consistently beat Godmodders! Perhaps – one day the cycle can even be ended!

John: What is-

Worf: Its so simple! Past Players used entities, and Charge Points, and big charged attacks – but we never needed those things! They only served to distract us! We'll have everyone commit to Godmodder attacks – with all their actions! Blast the Godmodder's HP down to 0 A-S-A-P!

John: I don't-

Worf: Perfect! Yes, it's perfect! And I know you know! With this, we'll have more Godmodder attacks, more mortal actions, less needless distractions!

???: Worf, shut up! Stop badgering the newbie!

Worf: Now! Prove your worth! Get attacking the Godmodder! We'll do this together!

And with that, Worf flew away, leaving John, bewildered, to attempt to figure out his powers…

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The dead bodies of Players lay scattered around. With their deaths, the Godmodder had finally crossed her 80-HP threshold. John cowered behind a bleeding, barely standing Worf, as he attempted to stare down the Godmodder and her terrifying smile. It was just them, now.

Worf: You…! You… may have killed everyone else, but I – ah!

The Godmodder assaulted him mentally, flashing images of the past, Worf's living comrades alongside their dead bodies –

Worf: Why… what have I done…? Me and my nonsense plans... I…

Worf: I'll destroy you! With my last breath… I'll make a dent…! A dent the next Player group can be proud of!

Worf summoned a knife and sliced himself, losing just enough blood to fall to Mortally Wounded! He began to charge up for one, final attack! Taking advantage of the distraction, John attempts to slink away – only to find himself trapped in a cage made of darkness. Try as he might, he can't move.

The Godmodder: Hey. Hey John. Hey.

The Godmodder: Was being a Player everything you envisioned it to be? You hardly did anything the entire fight!

The Godmodder: Well, here's your chance to do something. Become my protégé!

The Godmodder: I just want a little loyalty test… bump off Worf before he fires that attack! Do it now!


Worf: No, John -- ! Don't be a traitor! The world will hate you!

Worf: Help me fire the attack! We can damage the Godmodder, and history will view us as heroes!


John considered his options, briefly.

Nothing Worf said appealed to him.

John made his choice. Reaching out his hand, he made Worf's heart explode. Worf's lungs also exploded, as well as his brain, spleen, liver, gallbladder, and the entire rest of his nervous system, and also his bones, just for good measure. Worf's Player powers were too weak to rejuvenate him, and he perished instantly.

The Godmodder: Good! Good!

The Godmodder: I should mention that there was one little thing I didn't mention about our deal, and that's that it was almost completely a lie.


The Godmodder: You're actually going to be put through a series of automated challenges alongside 1,000 other individuals I've kidnapped/seduced/convinced/coerced into becoming my protégé. Come out on top and we'll talk again.

The Godmodder: See you soon! …Well, soon for me.


And with a snap of her fingers, John was gone.

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John awoke in a dark wooden room, about the size of his old cubicle. The only sound was water slowly dripping from the ceiling. (He would later realize that there was no reason that the ceiling would be dripping other than to make him uncomfortable.) He was sitting on a chair. No, scratch that, he was strapped to a chair. He could move his arms, but not much else. On the table in front of him lay a simple Rubiks cube. Behind him, he felt something large and metallic, but he couldn't quite turn to look…

Interrupting his analysis of the situation, an intercom in a corner crackled on, the words just barely loud enough to hear, but not loud enough to hear comfortably…

The Godmodder: Ahem! These are pre-recorded messages. But I already know what's going to be happen, so that shouldn't matter much, Bob in Room 313!

The Godmodder: Now! This intercom will play vital information on the Secret History of Godmodders. Memorize it all – you'll need it for the test!

The Godmodder: Also, you had better solve that Rubiks cube – every 2 minutes, if the Rubiks cube isn't solved, the machine behind you will stab you, like THIS-


The machine behind John stabbed him, right through the chest. Pain racked John's body, disappearing quickly as the knife pulled out and the wound almost immediately healed itself by some godmodder machination. John attempted to summon painkillers, but found he couldn't – his Player powers had left him.

The Godmodder: -And if the cube IS solved, it'll reset so you can solve it again! But at least you won't get stabbed, right?

The Godmodder: Janet in room 623, I've already detected you'll fail the next part, so no need to try too hard on this one. Good luck to the rest of you! Only one of you can win in the end, of course.


An alarm clock had appeared out of nowhere, and began ticking down. John initially almost panicked – but then he heard the history of Godmodders, read off from the intercom…

It was the most interesting thing John had ever heard in his life. A tale of people who lived insane lives, pulling off insane things, almost having another thing to do, never needing to slow down, never needing to bother with petty routines, never getting bored…! It was almost… comforting, to know that a life like that even existed!

John ignored the Rubiks cube. He endured the stabbing, and absorbed the history. And when the second challenge came – a simple timed test, taken in a grey cubicle with a grey table and a pencil that wrote in grey (okay, that part was normal), John was easily able to answer all 300 short-answer questions in the allotted 30 minutes. The bottom 90% of test-takers were cut, and the remaining 100 moved onto the next challenge. And so it continued, each challenge more absurdly painful and obscene than the last, as the 100 were whittled down to 50, then 30, the numbers seeming to decrease agonizingly slowly. The contestants were never allowed to see or communicate with one another – John only knew that they existed, and that their failures were what enabled him to move forward.

Despite everything, John found himself feeling things he'd never felt before. Making his brain work, thinking about everything, always needing to do something, always pushing forward, and doing things for himself, thinking about what challenge could possibly come next… despite everything, John ultimately realized… he was… enjoying this.

And then came the final challenge.

High off the heels of his latest success, John found himself in a grey cubicle. In front of him was a grindstone with an attached lever. The cubicle had no exit.

The Godmodder: Alright, if you're listening, congratulations on making it this far! This is the last challenge. Only the top number one will make it through this time.

The Godmodder: In front of you is a grindstone. On the wall behind it is a counter. It counts the number of times you've done a full turn of the lever.

The Godmodder: At random intervals, it resets to 0. But don't worry, it remembers your overall total.

The Godmodder: You must grind the grindstone more times than everybody else to win.

The Godmodder: There is no time limit. When you are ready to exit, press the big red button on the wall there.


John saw the button. It looked… inviting. And had several arrows pointing to it painted on the wall.

The Godmodder: There is no way to tell how many times the others have ground the lever.

The voice cut out. John was alone, with a lever and his thoughts.

This was the most diabolical challenge of all. Whenever he pressed that red button, there was an equal chance he would end up just a little bit short and die, or be nowhere near close enough, or have tortured himself for far, far too long. Moving the grindstone was difficult, and required breaks.

But John soon thought of a very simple strategy for victory.

He would grind until he would rather perish than move the grindstone one more inch. Then, when he pressed that button… victory would be assured.

And so he did.

And as he did, for hours, days, maybe even weeks for all he knew, he was alone with his thoughts. John thought of countless plans, countless things he would do when he won, countless things he would do with his power…

He grew to truly hate the grey walls of his cubicle, seemingly more worn down and boring with every passing minute. And yet, they were his only companions. He hated the way his muscles strained as he moved the grindstone. He never seemed to grow physically stronger, no matter the intensity of his workload. He hated his trainer Godmodder, despite her lifting him out of his previous life. He hated the other Players, who had hardly spared him a thought during the fight. He hated these challenges, but he couldn't these challenges, because he loved these challenges, even if he certainly hated this one. He went down rabbit holes of thought, philosophy, plans, Players, Godmodders, and hate… the only thing he gave little thought to was his own past.

When he pressed the red button, he had almost doubled the time of the runner-up.

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The Godmodder: And… congratulations! With this Soul Orb, you are now a fully fledged protégé!

The Godmodder: My Godmodder gave me more rigorous training, but- I'm sure you'll be fine.

The Godmodder: Now then, there's a group of 10 Players coming to kill me! You can start by murdering them all! We'll work together.

The Godmodder: You take on one half of the Players. Meanwhile, you'll take on the other half of the Players!

The Godmodder: The coffee breaks, nap breaks, lunch breaks, etc. – I'll take care of all those.

The Godmodder: Good luck!


And so she teleported John to the group of Players, who immediately began pounding him with attacks…

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Several battles later, The Godmodder stared down 40 Players. Her HP bar was down to only 3, and she was clearly barely standing, but she had a trump card up her sleeve…

The Godmodder: Hah! You morons! You may have ALMOST defeated me, but with your deaths, my HP will regenerate to almost full!

The Godmodder: This whole time, I've been preparing it… the ULTIMATE teleporter! It will teleport you to my very special Plane that I CREATED – the PLANE OF INSTANT DEATH BY KITTENS! And it's MY turn, so there's NOTHING YOU CAN DO!


The Godmodder: PROTÉGÉ! PULL THE TRIGGER!

John metaphorically pulled the trigger, by pulling out his remote and pressing a button…

Immediately, a giant forcefield surrounded the Players and the two Godmodders, leaving them trapped inside! A humming filled the air as the teleporter began to activate…

But then, new Players warped in! 10… 20… 30… more! More than 70 Players now surrounded the Godmodder!

The Godmodder: What…??

Katrina, a prominent Player, stepped forward…

Katrina: Godmodder! Today, at long last, we will finally defeat you!

Katrina: For you see, you made one mistake… you were EVIL! So evil, that your own protégé turned against you!


Katrina revealed an amulet around her neck. All the Players had one. Of Godmodder make, it would protect any Player from surprise teleportation! And it had other features, too…

The Godmodder whipped around to face John, who smiled.

The Godmodder: You—

Katrina: ATTACK!


All the Players attacked at once, using all manner of devastating finishing blows and tricky attacks! The Godmodder didn't stand a chance! More than enough attacks landed to take them down, and finally they collapsed…


The Godmodder: You… my protégé…!

The Godmodder: I can't believe you betrayed me…!


The Godmodder managed to force one last smile…

The Godmodder: You have yet to decide upon your Godmodder name… but I will decide for you…!

The Godmodder: You are to be named…

The Godmodder: Verraad! The Betrayer!


The power in her voice echoed for a moment. But John didn't flinch.

Katrina: Die, monster!

Katrina summoned a blade sharper than 20 knives combined, and severed the Godmodder's head from her body! It was over.


For a moment, all was calm. Finally, Katrina stepped towards John/Verraad.

Katrina: You… protégé… I do not know your name, but…

Verraad: You can just call me… "The Godmodder".

Katrina: Of course! You are a truly brave and righteous individual… sparing every Player you met from the start, working to ensure your trainer Godmodder's death…!

Katrina: With your help, the cycle of godmodding can finally be ended. We shall enter a new age of prosperity!

Katrina: You can surrender your godmodding powers, and live a comfortable, peaceful life on Earth.

Katrina: You'll finally get to relax after all this action! Yes – I can say you have a pretty boring life ahead of you!


Verraad smiled.

Verraad: That sounds… nice.

For a moment, an awkward pause…

Katrina: Let's shake on it!

Katrina stepped forward, and clasped the Godmodder's hand. Verraad crushed her hand in his grip, his smile only growing…

Katrina: You… what…?

Katrina had failed to notice the other Players fallen to the ground around her, clutching at their necks, the amulets…

Katrina collapsed as Verraad released her hand, and she found herself unable to breathe. The Amulet functioned not just as a protector, but also as a Player Lock around the lungs, blood vessels, and heart of its wearer, and it had just activated…

Katrina: You… tricked us…! I… why did we ever trust…

It was too late. Katrina expired, as did the other Players, their souls entering the newly christened full Godmodder's soul orb. In those last moments, the Players made many attempts to remove the amulets, but no – Verraad had taken EVERY precaution. Seeing his efforts pay off, he resolved to continue to take every precaution in the future.

Verraad gazed at the shining sun, its glow blazing down on the dead bodies of his moments-ago allies. His plan had gone perfectly, as all his plans surely would. And he had BIG plans, yes, VERY big…

He knew he had a bright future ahead. One surely full of fantastic occurrences, adventures... he was going to meet and kill so many interesting new people! Visit and destroy so many interesting new places! His future was no longer like a weight full of boredom, but like a light, bright and exciting, guiding him towards where he needed to be--!

And on that day, Verraad was truly happy.

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CRITICAL SOUL WEAKNESS STRUCK!

1 damage to the Godmodder!
 
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