Defeat The Godmodder

[Moniker]

The Godmodder reels, screaming.

Cracks of light form in his skin. Unholy Divine Shield disintegrates into nothing. The energy from his Reality-destroying charge is dispelled, and goes nowhere.

Hardly able to think, in desperation, the Godmodder opens a portal to another Plane, and tumbles in.

As you stand in awe, Cloak is by your side.

Cloak: Players.

Cloak: You need to be the ones to finish this.

Cloak: We'll handle everything out here. Without the Godmodder to summon more, we can clean up the army.

Cloak: Good luck.

The Godmodder's portal is flashing... almost closing. Eternalstruggle reaches forward, arms of lost souls appearing out of nothing to rip the portal back open, large enough for everyone to pass through!

And so you do. With one last nod at each other, you leap forward, pursuing the Godmodder right into the portal!

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Darkness everywhere. There is nothing. No ground. No oxygen. Just you, your powers, and a Godmodder desperately trying to conjure defenses.

Pionoplayer appearifies a large, glowing white floor for everyone to land on. The rest of the Players launch a small number of attacks on the Godmodder, cutting through his limited defenses.

But already, the Godmodder's pain is clearly subsiding. And... you see his real HP Bar.

It's at 0.

And yet... the Godmodder isn't dead. Is he clinging to life for one final monologue?

No... it's worse, it's much worse!

The Godmodder snaps to attention, blasting the nearby Players back.

Verraad: You did it... haha... you really did it!

Verraad: Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable! But I should've known I wouldn't get away that easily...

Verraad: I may be injured, but in truth... there's been something I've always wanted to try... can I...?

Verraad reaches out his hand, and clasps it. A blue glow surrounds him.

Godmodder healed for 1 HP.

Verraad: I... I can! I can... HEAL MYSELF! Finally, yes, YES!!!

Elated, Verraad turns to face you. He already knows what's coming next, as do you.

There is only one thing left to do now.

Verraad: And now, Players...

Verraad: ...for our final battle.

Verraad, slaughter of millions of innocents, Ender of thousands of Players, traitor to Player and Godmodder alike, His Holy Unholiness, Destroyer of Divinity, Slaughterer of Satan, Godmodder and Administrator to all Reality, faces you!

FINAL BOSS BATTLE START!

(Recommended OST)

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Alright! Here's how the mechanics of this boss battle work. The Godmodder's Unholy Divine special abilities may be disabled for 10 turns as a result of being nailed right in the weakness, but cubicle-based attacks won't work again! In addition to his normal HP bar, he has also gained a PLAYER INJURY meter (Player powers come from God, remember!), and three MORE actions on top of the five he already has! In order to win, you'll need to get him down to Mortally Wounded AND 0 Godmodder HP, where he will then unleash his Mortal Action and instantly kill all of you! It's totally hopeless - so why bother?

Ah! Godmodder! Stop narrating!

Don't lose hope, Players! Your attack caused the Godmodder to lose hold on God's Soul - and with some shred of his will, all of the power is coming back to you! You're powered up more than ever now! You need to hit the Godmodder with Godmodder-damaging attacks, just as you always have!

Furthermore, the Godmodder prepared one final thing to use in a fight like this... his own personal COMBAT OPERANDI! The Godmodder's going to launch 4 of his very strongest attacks at you, and you'll need to be ready - they're powerful enough to destroy you individually!

Now! DEFEAT THE GODMODDER!

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CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 100%
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal
[AG]DragonOfHope
[AG]Daskter
[AG]Eyowe
[AG]Strider
[AG]Gnich
[AG]Crusher
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci
[AG]DanganMachin
[AG]Captain.cat
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)
[AG]Eternalstruggle
[AG]ThatRandomGuy
[AG]Alastair Dragovich
[AG]Piono
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz
[AG]CaptainNZZZ
[AG]General_Urist
[AG]GoldHero101
[AG]Karpinsky
[AG]The Quiet Watcher
[AG]JOEbob
[AG]Cephalos Jr.
[AG]Bill Nye
[AG]Ranger Strider
[AG]Winkins
[AG]The_Two_Eternities


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Verraad: 1/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 1!
Not Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 10!
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Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator
Godmodder Soul Orb

Traveling to this plane of nothingness caused all your items and shields to be left behind. Well... most of them.

 

[Moniker]

I finish the creation of Avalon, to give to Piono player for his final attack. Avalon grants rapid regeneration and can be activated for the ultimate defense.

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Avalon created! Piono now possesses it, and can call on it for an attack if need be!

It's go time. Deploy every ounce of supporting tech we have.

Action 1: I use an epic-level magic, Radiant Overcharge. Everyone is granted moderate-level Flying Brick powers (strength, speed, durability, flight), as well as greatly enhanced regeneration.

Action 2: I create a mind merge, or a psychic battle-link. This will allow instant transmission of tactical data, helping players coordinate to evade attacks and land hits.

Action 3: Suddenly, powered armor forms around every Player (other than Verraad) on the field.

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Everyone granted Flying Brick powers!

Everyone granted psychic battle link! You can communicate without Verraad overhearing!

Everyone granted power armor! The exact amount it contributes to defense is hard to calculate.

"John Smith you utter fucking ponce!"

I charge at him, but warp time so my attack eats his Combat Operandi head on! Fist first!

"This time... I WON'T LET ANYONE ELSE DIE!"

I proceed to then continue to counter his move like so. Blast? PUNCH!

Sword? PUNCH!

Esoteric math equation? PUNCH THAT TOO!

I deliver a punch volley, screaming at the top of my lungs. Now, one might wonder why my hands aren't destroyed.

It's simple. I put miniature attack shields on them. DIAMONDIZED ATTACK SHIELD GLOVES!

"It's useless! Give up John! This was never worth it!" I grunt as I punch out another aspect of the attack. "At least give up on making us give up! We're not lying down and dying here!"

I reel back my fist and throw it as hard as I can.

"LEGENDARY SERIOUS MOVE! ONE PUNCH: FULL POWER!"

Whatever was left of Smith's attack is blown away, right down to the conceptual level! In the background, thousands of musicians and singers sing out as one!

ONE PUUUUUNNNNCH!!!

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Torix's power buffs your attack shields! You have the DIAMONDIZED ATTACK SHIELD GAUNTLETS! You ONE PUNCH The Godmodder's combat Operandi in the FUTURE! 1 damage to the Godmodder's future Operandi!

Action 1: Piono sprints across the glimmering white platform and whips up a massive hammer, a hammer shimmering with brilliant white light and glimmering crystals of shining light.
He swings it downwards and Verraad reels backwards as an earthshattering
SQUEAKY

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*opens and closes mouth with no sound coming out*
*Verraad's ears bleed from the power of being point-blank ranged by the loudest squeak in the history of squeaks*


Action 2: Piono whips the platform out from underneath everyone, to reveal another platform under it exactly where people's feet were. Like the one tablecloth trick.
Piono takes the platform he's pulled out and whips it up into the air, spinning around to form a ceiling. Piono points upwards with a fingergun, and light shoots up into it, causing the platform above them to shatter in two pieces, one of which suddenly shoots forward and slices Verraad in two before shattering into a million razor sharps daggers of holy light that splinter into Verraad and inflict terrible, terrible itching. This slows him down and enables later attacks to hit him more easily.

Action 3: the other ceiling piece floats down, and Piono grabs it, setting it down in front of the players before tweaking its settings to be team-aligned: Players. It suddenly stretches outwards in every direction, up, down, sideways, forming a massive glittering wall of light between the Players and Verraad that the Player's attacks can pass through with no problem.
Verraad's on the other hand... well, that might be somewhat trickier.

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Verraad has combat-grade earplugs plugged into all 3 of his ears! Squeaky doesn't do anything!

Verraad is slightly slowed down until an attack hits him!

You create GLASS WALL to help block Godmodder attacks!

FOCUS:

"It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea." (Reeve, Mortal Engines)

Now of course, this sort of thing happened all the time in those days. Cities ate each other to survive, drove around to catch each other, the whole thing was post-apocalyptic and the apocalypse had been a thousand times worse than a standard nuclear war. Not that anyone really remembered, beyond stories. But I digress.

Let's get to the important part. Today was an unusual day for London, and not just because she'd actually found some prey for once. The story was not going to go the way you may have heard it before, to the benefit of just about everybody involved.

It started when a portal opened up, right in front of London, and the great city drove in, onto unfamiliar terrain that was entirely devoid of substance.

By the time the Engineers got the city under control again, the city had already run over Verraad with her great treads. They brought London around, to try and go back through the portal and return home, but it closed just before they got there and all they did was run over Verraad again.

In the meantime, a few sharp-eyed youngsters noticed a puzzling change in the dome of St. Paul's cathedral, on Top Tier at the height of the city. It was opening up, splitting into four parts that each folded down and out like the petals of a flower. And from within the cathedral emerged a long, thin apparatus, crackling with power.

Inside the cathedral, I was running around frantically, activating devices, inputting targeting codes, and bringing the weapon online. For the apparatus was none other than MEDUSA, a relic of a bygone age of war, a great weapon made by America before its doom.

It's a giant zappy cannon. Don't sweat the details.

Anyways, I lock in Verraad as the target and fire the weapon. A blast of pure lightning tears into him, pushing him back a thousand yards before it stops. And this time, there's no mattress to catch him.

But in London, the weapon is having disastrous side effects. The engines are coursing with great sparks, overloading one by one. The city goes dark, lit only by the lightning arcing down and down from MEDUSA's barrel. And by the time friction takes over and London comes to a halt... it's resting right on top of Verraad, having run him over one last time.

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The Godmodder cleverly hides in his own mechnical city, a full-scale Replica of Greece! When you thought you were running over Verraad, you were REALLY running over a Replica of Greece, living reincarnated people included! You slaughtered millions living within the city! You MONSTER!

Bill starts floating off the ground. All the player energy that he has lost starts coming back. His eye glows a beautiful shade of rainbow. His aura is glowing brighter than ever. This causes ripples in space-time. He floats back down to the ground with a big grin on his face.

REACTOR FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH PLAYER POWER! MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE ACTIVATED!

J.U.S.T.I.C.E A.I REACTIVATED!

K.I.N.D.N.E.S.S A.I REACTIVATED!

B.R.A.V.E.R.Y A.I REACTIVATED!

Whoah!
H-huh?
I....I'm alive?
Heck yeah Partners!
You guys are back?
Of course! our powers are back!
Yay!
Do you all know what this means?
Yeah, I do!
Its time to finish what we were set out to do!
I have been waiting for this all my life!
Its time for him to be judged!
We will never back down!
We will win!
The Godmodder is doomed!
Let's finish this!
TOGETHER!!

Actions 1-3: We teleport right to the Godmodder and perform very powerful attacks at every angle. We fire guns, stab him with unbreakable, undodgeable, unblockable knives, Perform a multi-punch combo. a multi-kick combo. Firing laser guns, and finally, giving him College work that is impossible to finish in 2 seconds. if he doesn't finish it, he will be shot on sight with a very powerful bullet.

Uh... sir?
What?
Bill Nye's Reading's are off the charts! He's going into Maximum overdrive!
......did you just quote a SpongeBob meme?
No, I'm serious! look!

Shadrix looks at his condition. He looks in shock.

I... I never saw him being this energized... It's coming to an end. Kirby, Keep an eye on him, I need to set up a portal for us to leave when this is all over.
We are gonna leave him here?
No, we will pick him up after this is over. I just want this portal ready by the time he's done ok?
Aye, sir.

Shadrix leaves to get the ship ready to leave.

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Your attack starts off well! But then, the Godmodder receives the college work! Rather than complete it, he gives you a knowing look... and takes off his mask. It's Professor Mcnasty, your Precalculus professor!

Professor Mcnasty: So, Mr. Nye! Trying to pass off your homework onto Reality-destroying genocidal murderers, eh!? In college, we call that PLAGIARISM!

Professor Mcnasty: I'm afraid this assignment gets a 0! It was worth 20% of your grade, so I hope you've got a REAL good plan for recovery!

Your stress levels spike by 300%!

[2x] I don't see a curse of anti-entities around here. And entities give us invulnerability. Even if the Godmodder only spends 1 action killing it, that's a worthy trade for two of mine. So, I conjure a boredom bot. it has a bunch of HP and retaliates with boredom damage when attacked for a thousandth of its health in damage.
EDIT: If I still have 2 or more CP(YOU DON'T), this becomes a [1x + 1 CP] action, and I also spend another CP and action to summon an Ice Slime with the power to conjure walls made of ice once a turn as their own entities. If I still have 4+ CP, then after that there's a [2 CP] action which summons a sheath elemental, with the power to eat all bladed weapons, blocking enemy attacks. This works retroactively if the Godmodder slips up.

[1x] I conjure a grindstone. The Godmodder looks at the grindstone. I conjure a key. The Godmodder looks at the key, or not. I conjure a giant pile of rocks around us. The Godmodder might or might not look at the rocks. I add a lock to the pile of rocks. To get out of the pile of rocks, the Godmodder will have to unlock the lock with the key. But, the Key is a bit too big. He'll need to grind it down. And to do that, he'll have to use the grindstone. a heavy, awkward grindstone, which takes just as much effort as that old grindstone from his training. Naturally, the Key will shatter instantly if grinded in other ways, reappearing at full size moments later; The Lock will only accept the real key. the Grindstone needs to be turned by hand, by the Godmodder. and so on.
Iff he tries to escape the pile of rocks, They shrink into smaller rocks. Smaller, Smaller- and they become exponentially denser in that instant, not like they should, but like they're increasing in mass alongside density. There are gaps in the barrier, now- but the gaps crackle with irridescent lightning, warding him off for a few moments, So the rocks can finish shrinking. Soon, each of them is the size of a marble- And the mass of a planet. It's like The Rock all over again! I snap my fingers, and cyan light binds, and keeps the Godmodder in a solid form, vulnerable to the impacts, as the rocks morph. Instead of highly concentrated stone, one of them is metal-aluminium. Another's made of hydrogen, held together by magic to keep it from reacting Violently with the air. Potassium, Krypton, Strontium, Antimony, Uranium- as the Godmodder looks around, he realises there's one of every element- Every Traditional element, Anyway- not magic or fire or anything. The defence-piercing rocks flash through the air in twos and threes, flying straight at the Godmodder. Their gravity throws him off, too- And if he lets some of the more... volatile... ones too close, they react with the air and then his skin, singeing him or irradiating his flesh. The others just stick around, starting to home in on him as he feels Himself getting heavier- They act like they're being pulled in by gravity. He's not sure what sends them flying towards him, other then that it's player-related, but soon enough it slows down- not that it makes things any easier, with the Rocks being pulled straight at him without regard for the gravity in this place that probably hasn't got any gravity. the flashes come only when he's distracted, or sloppy, now, and soon he Will be hit.

Oh, why are they 'Rocks'? Well, I read a book once, and it said a 'Rock' is anything made of one or more minerals. Seperately, it said a mineral is made of one or more elements. Therefore, a rock can be made of a single pure element. Said rock would also be a mineral, but still. Therefore, if the Godmodder gets hit, that's Another instance of him being hurt by, conceptually speaking, the same rock. but with a new twist, of course, given uranium is nuclear, neutronium would react oddly, hydrogen explodes in fire, potassium reacts violently to any of his sweat, and so on. There's a lot more then kinetics going on, this time- If he doesn't deal with the grindstone. If he does, he gets to leave and resume his actions. Oh, but- The key randomly changes shape if he tries to fit it in the lock, based on how grinded it is, and there's no way to know in advance if it's been grinded enough (though once a certain amount of grinding happens, it'll work no matter how much further). And if he doesn't grind enough before trying, it triggers the rocks. just to increase the resemblance to that last challenge.

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The Curse of Anti-Entities appears in plain view, allowing you to see it. Then it punches you in the face.

The Godmodder conjures a grindbot. It automatically grinds at the grindstone, grinding down the key to the appropriate size within a measly .3 seconds. Easy peasy. He's so glad he has these powers.

I summon Ultimo Durana and the Callback Greatsword in soul form... and sheathe them both for the time being.

3 ACTION FOCUS - HERE'S THE FINALE!: I summon Dante and Nero and place down a jukebox. "LET'S DANCE BOYS!" Devil Trigger begins to play...



Nero will act as a shield with his Latent Devil Trigger unlocked at the end of DMC 5, protecting us from any shenanigans the Godmodder has to throw at us, but that'll be after a REALLY FREAKING COOL COMBO on the Godmodder involving every weapon they have, with me intertwining magic in between! Allllll the elements!



Dante: "You're gonna have to teach me how to do that later!"

Ehhh, don't worry about it, you cool as is.

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The Godmodder summons super cool characters from DMC6 and DMC7, which we definitely have since its the future! He offers you two free copies of the games if you'll stop the attack. You accept. Some things are worth sacrificing Reality for.

"So you're telling me that the Godmodder was caused by capitalism? Oh for pity's sake I thought that was just a literary trope! Bah, whatever. YO LOSER! WE'RE GONNA KICK YOUR ASS NOW!" He yelled down at John Smith.

ES then looked back at how he kept the portal open and shrugged. Roll with it? Roll with it.

FOCUS - PENANCE...

"We're the fire and the fury, you know." ES had now teleported to right before the Godmodder, and was spatially locked on so that he would follow the Godmodder's vision no matter what. Verraad stood entirely wooden and unmoving before ES, totally impassive and ready.

"We're the thunder and the lightning." Light glinted off of his sunglasses.

"The saviours of the lost and the damned." A wicked smirk erupted onto his features.

"The, heh, avengers of time and space itself." He stuck a bizarre pose.

"Here's an old trick, but a little improved by yours truly to iron out the flaws." He flexed his fingers a little.

"Goodbye. You won't be missed." ES ripped off his glasses to strike a different pose, gazing at a seemingly uncaring Verraad with smouldering eyes.

STARE!

The Penance Stare bypasses all eye protection, including closing your eyes, looking away, and having no eyes in the first place. It inflicts back all the pain and suffering one has done to others back upon the user, as well as the weight of all their sins, and all of this is multiplied by any guilt or evil glee the person has ever experienced with regards to their actions. A multiplier that bottoms out at one, because even if the target has literally zero feelings one way or the other they still get hit with full force. Needless to say, after centuries of evil and warfare, this hurts Verraad a lot. ES' boosted version also bypasses all divine, unholy, technological, physical, psychic, mystical, and planar protections against mystic attack that a target has, as well as bypassing any other miscellaneous protections too.

It doesn't really matter though, because he's looking at an obvious decoy.

The real Godmodder lowers his guard at ES being an enormous idiot, and laughs out loud about his stupidity. Just in time to have Amelia appear before him faster than thought with the real Penance Stare, locked directly onto the eyes of the real Godmodder, right in front of him with no room for manoeuvre, guard dropped, all defences bypassed. Because the Godmodder isn't the only one who can use decoys, as it turns out.

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No! You predicted the decoy!

The Godmodder is hit right on! 1 damage! The Godmodder's HP is at 0!

Healing pulse! You and those next to you on the Player list are healed! It didn't do anything that time, but it looks like you'll get a free Healing Pulse every time you hit the Godmodder!

We are the ones... who shall END THIS AGE OF PLAYERS AND GODMODDERS!
FOCUS! BE BROKEN BY THE WEIGHT OF YOUR SINS!
I create a grindstone, composed of countless black holes compressed together. I give myself strength greater than the giants of yore and heroes of old, and slam the grindstone onto the godmodder. I batter away at his meagre defenses, and using RAW POWAH attempt to smash him.

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The compressed Black Holes cause all sorts of weird physics stuff to happen, and eventually just explode, totally interrupting your attack!

FOCUS

I defeat the Godmodder . . . by kachowing him with a nuclear relish shotgun.

Then while he's confused by my sudden amateurishness, I unleash the real attack, which involves playing pattycake with small mountains, and summoning Alpha, previously known as Richard.

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GAH! NO CROSS-CANON CONTAMINATION!

A cleanup crew appears out of a multicanonal portal, and out jumps a hazmat team. They drag you away for reprogramming and quickly scrub the summoned Alpha out of existence. You're returned, completely reprogrammed, within 3 seconds of Reality's time, and 10 years of your personal time.

"Onward, comrades! Onwards for the Soviet union all of existence! CHARGE!"

Action 1:
I play this song over the battlefield, empowering my allies.



Actions 2 and 3:
I narrow my eyes at the godmodder. "I'm gonna level with you, you're fucking boring. You were nothing before you became a godmodder, and even then, you're kind of a lightweight. Honestly, you didn't even earn this level of reality altering power, you stole it. If you weren't so pathetic, you'd naturally have this power. But you don't, do you? Of course not, because you're a failure.

"Your life was boring. Your routine was boring. Your job was boring. Even your name was boring. Seriously, what the hell kind of name is John Smith, anyway? Do you have any idea how goddamn generic that is? You were garbage before you became a godmodder, and now you've somehow managed to be worth even less. That's just sad, man.

"All these incredible powers, all these grand ambitions, and you're still a failure."

My 'the reason you suck' speech deals emotional damage to the godmodder.

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The Godmodder plugs his ears. "LA LA LA LA LA LA"

You feel like a breaking speech might work, but it'll need a better time to be unleashed.

Eyowe approaches the Godmodder.

"Hello Godmodder. KNIFE to meet you!" He shoots him with a gun.
"A groan right out of the BAT?" He stabs him with a broken glass pane.
"You look like you have an AXE to grind with me." He kicks him in the shin.
"Can I SHOOT you a question?" He bashes him with an entire mech.
"Why do you look like you're in PANE?" He smashes a baseball bat on his head.
"Was it because I attacked you FIST things FIST?" He chucks an entire log at him.
"Sorry, let me MECH it up to you." He stabs him with a knife.
"I'll BOOK you a trip to Disneyland, how about that?" He decks him in the nose twice.
"I'm sure you WOOD like that." He drops an axe on his head.
"Now then, have a nice TRIP!" He smacks him with a heavy dictionary.

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"Have a great DAY!" The Godmodder sends you to the Plane of Night, where you're eternal forced to survive in a Minecraft game on hardmode, but there's no light and all items that make light no longer exist. You get destroyed by a creeper.

But wait... at some point, you managed to hit the Godmodder! He's taken a bit of damage! Healing pulse!

... Let's do this, guys! We've got this!

I look curiously at the Shadow Agitator and the Soul Orb, but... doesn't feel right using these items without permission. "Would anyone mind if I used these? I have an idea on how to, just wanting to make sure nobody else has or wants to first. "

[1] Alastair's Prismatic Wall suddenly grows and multiplies exponentially in power, upgrading into the Soul Barrier! Although protecting against the Nothing threatening his very soul remains the same, the DIAMONDIZED ATTACK SHIELD GLOVES reflect the upgrade and grow into the Diamond Soul's Gauntlets!

[2] I create a suit of shimmering armor around me - it looks like it's there, but not really there...? Although hard to tell, the armor allows a full extent of movement while also protecting and reducing an attacks potency. The barrier of force created - called the Spectral Armor - should be enough to protect me for a while by making it impossible to be one-shot.

[3] With the previous two precautions out of the way... time to actually attack. I crack my knuckles as I begin to unleash a powerful force of elemental attack power. The Godmodder finds himself hurled through various points of the now Administrative Plane, starting with the Cinder Wastes and the elemental plane of fire. Verraad is forced through endless miles of the sea of pure magma to its far left, buried in searing sand the temperature of a star, and launched into the two burning suns high above the plane's sky. As he comes soaring down, the unfortunate soul begins to be literally torn apart by the howling winds of the plane of Air and the Labyrinth Winds, only by chance managing to drift across the whole place mercifully intact, but with many cuts, scrapes, and bruises -barely resembling a human now, in fact- as he plunges into the darkest depths of the ocean of the Plane of Water and the Sea of Worlds. Struggling for breath, Verraad finally manages to catch a break, create a light and conjure an air bubble... Even as the pressure crushes his bones and nearly forces him into a strange singularity-said ball of incredibly dense matter. There's about a minute of this before he's hurled into the Plane of Earth's vast mountains and forced to find his own way out, stuck beneath the endless earth and lost in the unfamiliar labyrinthine caves. Even worse, I'm monitoring any planar travel. Therefore, I've set a trap - if he teleports out through a non occurring portal or travels to any plane beside the one this battle is taking place on, he'll be sent back here instead with a large amount of void interference in the travel time, and generally have a very unpleasant flight. I don't let him know about this before hand, and promptly fling him off into the rest of the action above.

Long story short, by the time he's back, Verraad will be a well-cooked, cut and bruised, dirt-covered and weary from weeks of travel, pressure crushed spherical excuse for a Godmodder.

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You protect yourself with Spectral Armor! Depending on the attack, it could reduce the damage you take!

Of course the Godmodder attempts to teleport the moment he starts moving, and has to deal with the void interference. However, he points in a direction and tells the void interference there's a pretty girl void over that way! The void interference is completely distracted, allowing the godmodder to easily bypass it!

(x1)The War is finally coming to a conclusion...Let's bring in it shall we.

I invoke Spongebob squarepants and summon the pineapple under the pineapple under the pineapple under the pineapple under the pineapple.....etc etc etc, this memetic mutation creates the Infinite Pineapple under the Sea, which crushes the Godmodder infinitely!!

(x1)I create a shield of mirrors and flex tape, this should help defend us

(x1)I summon the Untitled Goose, who sneaks by amidst all the chaos...waiting for the optimal chance just before the Godmodder is going to Attack...to steal his COMBAT OPERANDI and reflect it !!

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You crush the Godmodder under the Godmodder under the Godmodder under the...

Well, it continues for a while. But at least one Godmodder makes it back out to fight you!

You create a shield of mirrors and flex tape, and add it to Piono's pre-existing shield!

A horrible goose has been summoned! As it wanders off, you wonder if it was really a good idea...

Invigorated by the burst of player power, I jump at the godmodder.

Focus: hello, I am here to make your life horrible.

Bursts of popcorn leaves the gun and with their ominous flavors do their path take them to every orifices that the godmodder has. Any attempts to deviate them from their path is only a small delay to their arrival time, as determined they are to get to the godmodder, whether it is faster to go through the obstacle or straight through it. This is not factoring in how I move and fire at different angles, which actually help a lot.

my unused as of yet sword finally gets a moment to shine, literally, as I raise it up high for the light to grow bright enough to blind the godmodder's eyes for the barest of seconds, but even that little, is enough for me to get right up into the guys face and start a flurry of stabs, slashes, feints, and other things. The godmodder as powerful as he is, is guaranteed to not be damaged by such trivial matters. But that is fine, that wasn't my only intention in the first place.

A soft glow suffuses my body. My eyes turn cloudy as I just let go of any reservations, and give my vastly improved instincts a go at this. Whether the godmodder stops me or not, I become the pest I was meant to be, delaying whatever he plans to do to other players as he is now distracted by my annoyingly persistent self. If he dares to aim at anyone else, I am there, distracting him and dodging whatever he throws at me with the rest of my powered up abilities.

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The Godmodder, already slowed down, is having trouble dealing with the horrible popcorn and your relentless attacks!

I join the game for this one last final battle.

x3 I compile a block of spoilered text filled with me venting about shit, and then use it to stab the Godmodder and attack him with the power of pure anger, rage, and bitterness at the world.

Spoiler

It feels like I actively feed my anger. I constantly make passive aggressive comments about things and just, I don't know? Am I trying to start an argument? Do I feel like I need to start an argument? I just don't get it.

And the worst part is I clearly understand I'm doing it on purpose, yet I still can't stop myself from doing it. Do I want to to stop myself? Or s, I even doing it on purpose? Maybe I'm just assigning myself problems where there are none.

Things like this, too, even some like I'm just fucking fishing for pity and attention

And my hate of rules. I'm almost certain it's Oppositional Defiant Disorder. That kind of ties in with the first thing too I guess. But I just can't help myself, from insulting rules and trying to go against what I'm told to do. It's just. An impulse, a reflex. Something I don't really have full control over. It's not healthy and I know it but I don't know how to change it.

That's another thing, change. I always get such good advice from people helping me, and I do try to take it into account. Or at least I think I do, maybe subconsciously I just...don't. It feels like I can't change myself, I can't be a better person even through all this feedback and help and love from friends and others, and I'm just destined to be bitter and angry and annoyed with everything.

To cap it off, all of my issues with college lately. I have this urge to insult college and, by extension I guess, people going to college. It's this weird sort of projection of my own fears of having to make the decision to go there someday. And I guess I also just...I have this unhealthy kind of obsessive feeling that it's "stealing" the time and attention of my friends? I also have this weird half empathy half projection thing where I'm angry that they have to study and do homework and tests instead of just doing whatever they want.

None of this is healthy, I know. But at least I got to use this a chance to vent.

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That's...

The Godmodder acknowledges that, while this is a serious vent, this random forum game probably isn't the best place to dump it, and accepting it as a legitimate attack could set a negative precedent.

I draw a gun, call upon duck, and fire! With the power of a hundred ducks, a bullet pops out!

It moves slowly. And slowly. After a few minutes, it hits. And out pops three more guns. They fire out more bullets. More guns come. And more. And more. Each gun fires. And then comes more guns. And more and more and more. Eventually, they collapse into a black hole, absorbing Verrard! And since we're n a black abyss.. he's absorbed into the background.

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The DUCKS appear to help! They help by covering the entire background in ducks, increasing their DUCK POWER! In the process, however, as much of the background is not yellow, the Godmodder manages to remain distinct from the background!

Focus my actions
One bullet
The last bullet in my gun
The gun that i have been saving all this time
It was always in my imagination
Now i will it into reality
The bullet tipped with the ash killing bone dipped in baslisk venom
And the power of both multiplied

I take it out
And dress in a stylish suit
Now i wait
Have some more tricks to add to this

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You wait...

Well, that's a shame. Guess I should've burned the Ore of Orichalcum for that minor power boost instead of holding out for so long. Though the value of the Entity Loyalty Punch Card and the Remnant crypt energy have a more potent impact on my barely functioning heart, such long existences and such deep ties. Oh Crypt of the Ancients, I miss your wondrous presence...

Ahem.

Seems I momentarily got caught up in my memories, a mistake that's hardly beneficial given the current predicament. Fond recollections must be saved for dramatic death scenes or the victorious epilogue or even the moment when all hope is lost until the foe's words remind of past memories to motivate one last push, not the final battle at this junction. Bad Player, bad!

Ah, I see the Alignment System has made a mistake. Not existing as a filthy Neutral just won't be acceptable for my being, I simply am not an Anti-Godmodder. I'll remind the Alignment System of this truth...over dinner!

Reservations to the Mechanics Ristorante prove surprisingly easy to obtain, there wasn't even a wait list. The current location probably is the reason for this ease, few people would ever want to have dinner near the Godmodder after all.

Inviting the Alignment System also wasn't that difficult, the shock of being considered an independent being able to be socially interacted with a potent motivator.

As the end goal is convincing my status to be rightfully returned to Neutral, flattery and creating a perfect evening is critical. Every action has been carefully planned beforehand in a pocket of frozen time after temporarily downloading the skills of various humans for mastery for any conceivably useful skill. From food critic to wine taster to professional etiquette trainer to psychologist, I made certain to load up on the everything needed for acting perfectly. The highest quality outfit, gifts, and haircut also are critical but acting well before the personification of the Alignment System is a must.

With all that prep work, the evening goes splendidly. The food was divine, the conversation polite yet profound, and the humor didn't go horribly. The Alignment System certainly appeared overjoyed to have such an experience and the subtle prompts to make sure I'm Neutral appear to have successfully been subconsciously absorbed. A truly wonderful experience for anyone and the Alignment System, who oh so rarely 'gets out', is hopefully now quite content. Even if my status isn't returned to its rightful state, at least the Alignment System experienced this evening as a personified being. (x1)

Finished with that wonderful experience, I take a scalpel and make a minor incision into my left palm. Turning it towards the ground, I let a decent supply of blood drip out and watch as the black liquid is seemingly absorbed into the glowing white floor, disappearing form sight. Totally not set up for future shenanigans. (x1)

Finally, I petition the Shenanigans Administration to aid attack impacting elements like attack shields, attack redirectors, and attack blockers to be classified as shenanigans for my use based off of Article 78.3.g, justifying their use has met the standards of surpassing conventional use and being tied to acts meant to do more than what mechanics exist for. From using them to attempt to eliminate Xerath's protections from the Neutraladder to bring sources for retroactive entity revivals when combined with a busy Moniker, these manner of elements clearly met the necessary standards for being defined as personal shenanigans for my use when one looks at Article 78.3.g. (x1)

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The Alignment System agrees, and restores you to your rightful place! As you both get ready to leave, the system slips you a piece of paper:

"You ever need anything big guy, you just give me a call >_ I 555-555-5555"

The blood flows.

The Shenanigans Administration (me) unfortunately must deny your request, as the Game Update Department was slaughtered by the Godmodder and I don't have much control over anything at this point. That said, attack shields/blockers aren't going to be useful at this point - the Godmodder's never had much trouble with them, and there aren't any entities right now.

It should be noted immediately and preemptively that I happen to definitely not be the alter ego of a certain user known for his abrasivity. Wait, no. Abrasiveness? Yeah, that.

That being said, it should also be noted that as I step into the battlefield and toil in anguish, children all across the multiverse cheer and throw their hands into the air. The contrast is almost humorous in nature, if it wasn't so sad. And I take my sweet time toiling, too. It's one of my favorite activities.

If I could capture how it sounds in a single sentence, it would probably be something like, "mother Theresa, Jesus of Nazareth, Allah himself, oh holy defender, messiah of eons, Zeus the slayer, wielder of lightning, Buddha, he who is most enlightened, Francis Scott Fitzgerald, who could write a damn good book, Ulysses S. Grant, cheeky bastard, never found out what the S. stood for, my roommate, he who told me not to get that dog I really wanted to get, 'cause let me tell you, our apartment already smelled like dog food, oh god, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Then I rip my soul out. Half of it, to be exact. Surprisingly, it looks more like a... kind of cartooney piece of cheese - a flat and floppy thing with holes all over. Kinda like smallpox? You can almost see through it. It's probably because of all the rituals I bailed out of mid-way, or maybe those deals I made with minor demons who claimed that they've turned a new leaf, and that their "old lives" were behind them. Well, I guess those peaceful protestors in ghost costumes were right: once a convict, always a convict.

Regardless, it's only half my soul, and I have the disappointing other half still stowed away within the confines of my chest, where nobody can ever take it. More so because nobody will honestly want to look there. I mean, really. The stench of dog food is unbearable.

Oh, right. I'm supposed to be waiting for someone. A special guest. I won't tell you who it is, but I can bet your bottom dollar (and not mine, I mean, who do you think I am, not broke?), his entrance will be far better than mine.

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Hmm...

The blaring, rapturous sound of trumpets ring out through the heavens, even in the absence of any choir invisible to play them. Even in the absolute, infinite darkness of the arena, there is a light. Everyone can see it clearly, regardless of their position or current action. Even beyond the nether-realm that the Godmodder conjured up in his death grips, and throughout the tumultuous halls of what could reasonably be construed as Reality — there is a light. It starts off flickering and ephemeral at first, but as the trumpets' dirge continues, it grows and solidifies into an actual form. A single, resolute column, holier than thou, blazing as if a secret eleventh commandment that God had forgotten to inscribe upon creating the world. But had he created the world, really? Was there even a world at all? Perhaps at one point, before all this madness, there was. But now, in this purgatory standing host to the absolute final battle, there is only a darkness: deep, still, and formless.

At least, there was a darkness. But now, there is a column of light. One that shines on everything it touches, revealing not just color, but the truth. It is a light that lives, that has a mind and a will of its own, superiority and awestruck wonder burned into its very essence. Many claim to know the truth. Some preach about it in alleyways, or in buildings. Some pursue it alone, and others attract crowds. Others still spend years plotting the paths of everything in existence and writing books on their research. The cycles are endless, and varied, yet all bending towards the same arc. Yet through it all, there is a truth. And the truth is very simple. Even in this place, a realm that, before now, was untouched by the light, there are similar, literally God-given rights, bestowed upon a chosen few and their throng. "Don't expect your attacks to actually work," the truth says. "But you can do anything."

The column of light solidifies and hardens and shatters into a trillion pieces, a starburst of novae and smoke and lightning and fire in every color humans could see plus all the ones they couldn't resonating outwards in spirographical patterns. In the resulting haze, no one can make out anything, obscured as they were by thick clouds. But they don't need any eyes to see, and I don't need no tricks to kill. And so it was that I stepped out of the smoke cloud, adjusting my glasses with a familiar shine. Uncharacteristic braggadocio put to the side, I put my right hand to the ground and clench my fist. The cloud of smoke is flung apart by a cascade of winds, the ground gaining form and the unstill waters thrown apart as a nondescript building hovers through the air. "I have been secretly following this thread for a while," I say, chuckling to myself in spite of it all. "And now, it is time... TO JOIN IT!"

For my first-ever attack, I, TwinBuilder, throw a building at the Godmodder.

...Incredibly slowly. Even after I finish the actual throwing motion, the building has barely made its way over to him. I guess we have a while to wait.

—

I eye Victory of Ablation, Leaping Shadow of the Hollow Hills, with suspicion. I also take care to note immediately (though not exactly preemptively, I guess) that he is definitively and assuredly not the alter ego of a certain user known for his Abraxas. ...No, that definitely wasn't right. Where did I even get that from? It's "abrasiveness" for sure. I have to say, he's going about this fight the right way. Why should I bother attacking anyone directly when I can reach heaven through violence? "This is a very sound and morally justifiable decision. Remember, kids! Try this at home!" I say as I pull out a severed arm. The arm belongs to a human child who literally lives in a town called Hometown, if I'm remembering things right. His name is Kris. You can guess where this goes.

Kris' arm plunges through my chest, and I double over in absolutely horrendous pain. I won't sugarcoat things. This seriously hurts. But suffering through the pain is worth it, even though with every passing second, I can feel literal physical damage being inflicted onto my very essence. After way too long of this torture, Kris' arm pulls itself back out, gripping an undefinable object in his hand. It's exactly one half of a soul. My soul. Stripped free from any connotations the concept may have in any fictional universe that you want to append it to, it just happens to be everything that makes me me. I'm sure there's a critical weakness in there somewhere, but I feel like I don't want to know what it is. The point being that the half of my soul begins vibrating and spasming erratically, and through the haze of pain that makes me want to level Mt. Everest a million times over, I look over and see that Victory of Ablation's half of a soul is shaking, too.

The two halves fly through the air until they meet each other, spiraling around themselves infinitely. Amazingly, the shape of my half of a soul begins to manifest itself, breaking free of all dimensional and metafictional boundaries to reveal... Two slices of bread. Not even toasted bread. Just bread. Country white bread, thankfully, but still. Victory's slice-of-cheese-soul slides perfectly into my bread, and the entire battlefield unglues itself into a fractal, as though immersed in a kaleidoscope, as everything fades to nothingness. Everything except me, Victory of Ablation, and our souls, rendered in silhouette against a backdrop that's not exactly unfathomable, just... boring enough that we don't want to see it. An unmistakably human figure emerges from the makeshift sandwich — a proper torso, with limbs, and then a head with hair... It spins around, and the outlines of clothes manifest on its body. I should have mentioned this earlier, but throughout all this time, the trumpets from the first sentence were still playing. This new combatant raises its arm through the kaleidoscope, snaps its fingers, and the trumpets shut off.

Color is restored to the field, and Victory and I, who had been suspended in the air through that whole ordeal, fall to the ground. The thing... No. The person that we created, a person forged through the unholy, sanctified alliance of two incredibly powerful souls, keeps hovering between earth and sky without a care in the world. Her flowing orange hair ripples in a wind that isn't nonexistent, but was literally summoned into existence by her thought alone. Her left eye flickers with a fire that alternates between cyan and yellow every instant. Her face is framed by a set of glasses, one lens red and shimmering with stardust, and the other lens black and impossibly cool. Her leather jacket is lined with fleece and also somehow has a hood, which also ripples in the wind. Her hands have six fingers each, and no one can tell if this applies to her feet, since she's wearing winter boots (for optimal bee-crushing). And her name... Her name...

Her name is "Scott but it's a girl."

—

Scott but it's a girl flashsteps out of existence. All eyes turn to the building which has been moving at a glacial pace through the air, the only landmark floating in an otherwise static sky. With a stereotypical anime sound effect, Scott but it's a girl flashsteps right above the building, her left hand reeling back and then slapping the building at full force. Her hand moves at just shy of the speed of light, forcing the building to instantaneously impact the Godmodder. As there is no air, the building runs into no resistance and hurtles straight into the floor, where it then detonates in a titanic sphere of plasma and fire. Scott but it's a girl's hand is burned beyond recognition. She scoffs, wraps it in gauze, and floats down to the ground, entering a fighting stance. Victory and I glance at each other. What terror have we unleashed upon this world?

Only one way to find out.

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The Godmodder is so distracted by Scott But Its a Girl, and slowed down from the other thing, and distracted by Gnich's distracting, that the building slams right into him! The Godmodder takes a bit of damage! Healing pulse!

Scott But Its a Girl has appeared! As the Godmodder gets back on his feet, he voices his concerns!

The Godmodder: Oh come on. This is SO stupid! I mean a cheese sandwich? REALLY? But then...

Verraad nods. He has an idea. He'll just have to wait for the right opportunity.

There's a flash of white light. A yellow triangular dream demon named Pope Bill appears out of nowhere! In his possession is a hefty banhammer.

"DON'T MIND ME, FOLKS! I'M JUST HERE TO BAN THE GODMODDER!"

Pope Bill spins the banhammer to build speed, then he aims it and expertly launches it at the Godmodder!

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FRICK!

John throws down his headset in anger, scattering cheetos left in right. On the computer screen in front of him, he sees that damnable message. "You have been banned from Defeat the Godmodder".

Unbelievable! Those absolute noobs! John really should DO something this nonsense! How DARE they! John paced around the room, (or did what pacing he could at 500 pounds of weight) thoughts racing in his head, but of course he knew that he'd never actually do anything.

A knock came at his door. "GO AWAY DAD"! John yelled. Can't a 40-year-old man enjoy some peace in his own room!? Why do his parents CONSTANTLY have to bother him about things!?

His dad, completely ignoring John's reasonable request, cracked open the door anyways.

Dad: Hey there son, I just wanted to check up on you and-

John: Its unbelievable! Its really just unbelievable! I was going around innocently making jokes that maybe could have been interpreted as slightly innapropriate, and they BANNED me! The AUDACITY! Its unbelievable!

Dad: Well son, I'm sorry that happened, but I just wanted to see... did you finish making the resume like I asked a week ago?

John's expression twisted into one of even greater rage than before. Of course they wouldn't care about his problems! They didn't care about him at ALL! They only cared about him "gaining independence" and "moving out" and "not being a leech upon society"!

Dad saw his expression, and didn't need to hear the answer.

Dad: Listen, son... mom and I here are happy to support you, but you're going to need to get a job someday...

John: SHUT UP, DAD!

Seeing that words would do little more good, Dad left. John turned around and went back to his computer. Time to find another Discord server to harass.

...

Verraad shook his head. What? What WAS that?

The Godmodder takes some damage! Healing pulse! Its enough to push him to the next injury level! The Godmodder is now Slightly Injured!

'Alright good, We are near the end of this. Pffh, John Smith what a generic name. Well I will use that name from now on because He does not deserve the dignity of being called by his oh so fancy fake name. So John Smith it is.' I think to myself as I see what everyone else is doing.

Quickly I see what Alastair Dragovich is about to do. 'Oh okay brave thing to do but this can get you killed!' I think to myself in a mild panic. 'Okay Cool it! Lets give Alastair a hand so they can hopefully survive.' Closing my eyes I start focusing my renewed energy to my wish. 'I wish for 3 Attack shields to be given to Alastair Dragovich so he can survive the Combat Operandi that he plans to take the brunt of!' Suddenly in a flash of red light a suit of red translucent plate armor appears around Alastair Dragovich, if one is to look closely enough they could tell that Alastair is still under the armor that now serves as a shield to any attack meant for them.

Quickly another item appears beside Alastair this time taking the form of floating red sphere about a foot in diameter, It hovers around Alastair and every so often makes a sudden movement to quickly get to another angle as to better cover Alastair as they move forward to attack John Smith. It appears to be made of a very thick material that could withstand a quite powerful hit.

Then finally a red translucent barrier forms around both Alastair and a shell looking almost like a red glass ball. Despite is surrounding Alastair it does not hinder their movement or their sight as it is quite easy to see out of with only a hint of red to making the viewer aware that there is a barrier that. From inside the shell it still allow Alastair to attack from with in it while still protecting them from harm from John Smith. (3 CP)

(In summary I am giving Alastair Dragovich 3 attack shields so they can hopefully survive the brunt of the Combat Operandi and hopefully make John Smith waste most of it on Alastair.)

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Alastair is granted a protective barrier! When the Combat Operandi appears, he should be okay!

The quiet watcher opens up a portal and withdrew his pistol, putting it back in its holster for later, choosing instead to prepare his attack for now.

He steps up behind the Godmodder while he was distracted by everyone else's attacks or defenses and stabs the Godmodder in his gallbladder with his spirit knife and his spleen with his personal knife, intentionally stabbing in a manner that would cause as much damage to those organs as possible instead of the Godmodder's health points. Immediately after that, he retreated back behind the defenses that had already been set up.

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You move the Godmodder, only to notice a second pair of eyes in the back of his head! They spy you immediately, shoot out of their sockets, and throw you back! You're too grossed out to counter!

Elsewhere...

"are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we"
"First off, we haven't even started the trip. Second, the "trip" will last literally less than a second. Portals are the main transportation method around here, in case you forgot."
"Third, please turn off your typing quirk during dialogues, it makes no sense at all."
"Alright. As you wish."
"When are we going? When are we going? When are we going? When-"
"Frisk. Cease."
"Bleh, fiiiiiine."
"You're right, though. What are we waiting for again?"
"The Hated has not appeared yet, and even if the target were to be changed to the Godmodder of this world, the narrative flow still requires us to strike at a sufficiently dramatic moment."
"Seriously, Odbody? The narrative flow? We're Agents, last I checked, so remind me why we have to obey it still?"
"Be silent. Francia- I mean, Fʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀ is coming."

...

Back at the final battlefield...

An arrow strikes Verraad in the shoulder, its journey across several Fragments finally ending in its target. Of course, this fails to do any damage to him- why would such an unoriginal instrument harm such a powerful godmodder? It wouldn't, plain and simple.

But that is not important, for that is not even the arrow's intention. No, this particular arrow is known to all those who have spent a sufficient amount of time researching the society of Witches. This arrow bears a golden pin right above its head, a sable raven looking over its shoulder, its beak and claws as red as freshly shed blood. This arrow bears the pre-mortem greetings and salutations of the Witch of Strife.

This arrow bears the message that all shall not be well.

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The Witch of Strife approaches...

3 actions:

A stapler appears in the hands of the man in MTF uniform. Holding it in one hand, he flicks his wrist back and forth to flip the stapler open. He steps toward the Godmodder, and raises the stapler up-

John Smith's coworker extends a hand holding a stapler towards John Smith. John Smith blinks in shock, then scowls. Verraad isn't going to let himself get bogged down by an illusion of a long-ago time. He is the Godmodder, and-

The stapler smashes into the Godmodder's face.

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STAPLED. The Godmodder takes a hit! Healing pulse!

It suddenly occurs to me that this is the reason I've been brought into this world.

——

"There's some sort of error! There must be! I've never seen such a huge factor of crystallized awesomeness coalesced into one spot in the universe!" - some nerd, upon the arrival of the grand duchess. The grand duchess is one of the many names of the heralded heroic anti-heroine "Scott but it's a girl", who is as much of a shitty OC as Sonichu (that is to say, not at all). She is my number one creation and the paragon of all that is holy in an otherwise bleak and empty reality-slash-fiction.

"My name is Scott but it's a girl Jest-Builder, and I'm here to kick bubblegum and chew your ass!" she yells out with a voice just high enough to be feminine, carrying behind it the perfect blend of all that is awesome. The recipe goes something like this: ½ of the abrasive side of the sponge, ½kg of concentrated mystique, a literal fuckton of stardust, a bunch of radioactive stuff, and seven tablespoons of chemical ex (not more and not less). This is the recipe used to create the perfect little ass-kicker.

As it occurs, the Godmodder is wearing a shirt that says "bubblegum".

Scott but it's a girl looks at the Godmodder, then at her fist, then at the Godmodder, and then at Terry Crews, who is behind the Godmodder and sucker punches him. The Godmodder feels all 12 million scoviles of old spice, new spice, and the spice of recent past, which is really just the spice of life, and feels his life churned out of him like spices from a shaker. The abilities of old spice, much like a certain other spice with supernatural properties, allows the old to become the new. Fairly simple, yet when combined with the shimmering properties of munchkinry, the now old action of the Godmodder being punched becomes new. It is simply an endless medley of sucker punches. The sucker is the Godmodder.

Scott but it's a girl insctively pulls out a brochure given to her by her father (which one will not be disclosed), How to Deal With Time Loops. She reads over it carefully, "huh"ing and "hmm"ing where appropriate. It goes a little like this: Do YOU have a time loop and you just don't diddly god damn know how how to deal with it?? ("Yes, in fact, I do! How did this guy inside the paper know that?") Well, then you are in the RIGHT PLACE! Simply apply Time-Away™! With our special patented formula, time wil, quite literally, slip out from within your grasp! Note that any side-effects, such as the infliction of chronic procrastination or falling into a comatose state are not the liability of Time-Away Inc. Yes, both are quite plausible - but if you need this product, you're probably desperate enough not to care regardless.

As such, she pulls out a bottle of the good ol' stuff, which carries with it the pleasant aroma of anxiety, specifically the kind you feel when you're slowly going insane, wasting your hours away idly lying on your couch with a pile of work right beside your nose. Of course, she wouldn't know that. She's too awesome to be irresponsible.

As the Godmodder slams against Terry Crews's impeccably muscular arm, practically bursting with manhood and vitriol, enough to make any man cry from envy, (I mean, really, it's like he's some sort of God. Have you seen the guy? He's like if Zeus was real. And not old. And black?) for the <ridiculous amount of time>th time, Scott but it's a girl applies Time-Away™ ever-so-gently. It runs down the Godmodder's head, trickles down his face, running beside his nose and into his mouth, which has been sucker punched enough to open like a door without hinges.

And then it all shatters beside them. Down and down time itself pours, into a million pieces. Each piece decides to go on its merry way, but then realizes there may be an infinite amount of its replicas - time as we know it, of course, can be infinitely long. As such, viewing itself as wholly mundane, it explodes, and leaves behind it space and space alone.

And thus they find themselves in space.

The Godmodder, tears pouring already from being exposed to the majestic yet ever-unreachable form of Terry Crews himself, looks around, and sees nothing. Stranded, he imagines. But stranded he is not, for he has a visitor.

"Pizza delivery!" an inconspicuous voice chimes.

The Godmodder, distracted and blinded by his own hubris, foolishly opens the door, like a fool opening a… door particularly made for fools to open.

But alas, there is no door. There is only Scott but it's a girl's fist, and fifty one-liners. In all her awesomeness, Scott but it's a girl always has at least fifty original one-liners prepared. You know, like any sane girl does, obviously. They go a little like this:

"Spell my name with abrasive!"


"Your breath smells like a mid-life crisis!"


"The reason there's a competition for 'most handsome man' but not 'least handsome man' is because you'd win every year!"


"Flex Seal Clear comes in five different flavors, each one customized for your taste buds!"


"Hitler's warming up your seat next to him, in Hell!"


"If you had a dog, I'd feel REALLY bad for the dog!"


"Apply directly to the forehead!"


"I'd make a joke about your seven evil exes, but that would mean you'd actually have to have any!"


"You're the reason people still clap when airplanes land!"


"Wuh oh, chili dogs!"


"You make misery itself look somewhat appealing!"


"If your life had a face, I wouldn't touch it, because god knows where you've been!"


"Capital b, capital v!"


"You look just as annoying as the Minions, but a thousand times less adorable!"


"You're the reason Puerto Rico isn't an official state!"


"I'm not starring ANY of your quips!"


"Meeting you is equatable to eating a chocolate chip cookie and finding out that the chips were raisins instead, AND THE BAKING POWDER WAS CYANIDE!"


"Insert quip here!"


"They should call you Modder, because even god would turn his back on you!"


"You're gonna have a Scott™ time!"


"City's breaking down on a camel's back!"


"You're a living shitpost!"


"I bet neither of your parents showed up to your birth!"


"Obey the new world order!"


"I'd say that it's time to face the music, but you probably don't even know what is, because you only listen to pre-recorded tapes of thousands of babies crying to fall asleep every single night!"


"Spoiler alert - Snape is the iceberg!


"When you look up the word 'cool' in the dictionary, the definition is NOT you!"


"Your closet probably houses several Dalmatian coats!"


"Turkey day!"


"Video games!"


"Your preferred habitat is the second page of Google search!"


"No, wait, it's actually the second page of Bing!"


"You're the reason torrented movies have annoying Spanish subtitles that you can't even switch off!"


"You're the reason people HAVE to torrent movies in the first place!"


"I've got 99 problems, and you're 98 of them - oh wait, I miscounted, I ONLY HAVE 98!"


"If you ever lost a duel, you'd probably refer to it as 'getting second place'!"


"I'd hate you even if you were my birth mother!"


"Vibe check!"


"You look like the human equivalent of a prune!"


"You're too slow!"


"You look like if Gollum and Sméagol were separate entities, and then had a baby, and THE BABY IS YOU!"


"Rubber baby buggy bumpers!"


"Me and myself, like the sun and the moon - title of your… uh, LIFE tape!"


"Your house is the reason Chernobyl is only the second most radioactive place on Earth!"


"You look like the sum total of an exponential series of garden gnomes!"


"Do let your kids try this - I'd know, because I'm a kid!"


"Property of Jest-Builder Inc!"


"To hell with you, effortless effigy!"


"I serve nothing but chaos, and ass-kickings, 24/7!"


"I'm Scott but it's a girl, and I'm not legally required to approve this message, but I'll do so anyway, because YOU SUCK!"


And it was such.

The Godmodder faced imminent destruction - or not. But at least Scott but it's a girl looked cool trying, and that's all that really mattered.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder takes a BIG OUCHIE from that! Healing pulse!

Frankly, after being so utterly destroyed, there's nothing the Godmodder can do but pick up his shattered ego and try to move on.

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Verraad smiles.

Verraad: An excellent start for you. But now... it's MY turn.

Godmodder Action 1: Verraad sends a thousand baseballs hurtling towards you! They smash through Pionoplayer's beautiful glass floor half, and the mirror/duct tape barrier is smashed to bits! But they stop enough baseballs for everyone to get out of the way!

Godmodder Action 2: Two meteors fall from heaven, and land on ThatRandomGuy and Crusher! Them and the two Players next to them in the Player List are slightly injured!

Godmodder Action 3: The Godmodder focuses. +1 HP to himself!

Godmodder Action 4: Thought one time was enough? Too bad. The Godmodder focuses again. +1 HP to himself!

Godmodder Action 5: The Godmodder prepares a house for his - HONK!

What? The Godmodder glances around. He sees a horrible goose behind him.

HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!

The Godmodder can't think! He covers its ears, but the goose slaps him with his beak! ARGH! No choice but to cancel the attack! The goose wanders away for more mischief...

Player Action 1: The Godmodder uses WAVE PULSE! The glass floor shakes, ripples... no, not just ripples! An entire wave rises up and begins coming right for you! Most of the Players panic and get out of the way, but DanganMachin, Eyowe, Daskter, ExoSkeletal, and Winkins are caught! The wave shatters into a hundred glass shards, piercing their skin! All Players hit are Slightly Injured!

Player Action 2: The Godmodder Focuses one final time. +1 HP to himself!

Player Action 3: Verraad smiles. Here we go. HERE we go.

COMBAT OPERANDI TIER 1: QUADRUPLE THE FUN

Verraad focuses. You see energy gathering... Energy from all Reality! Its concentrating, concentrating...! Its...

Verraad begins to widen! Is he getting fatter? Wait, hang on, his face is warping! Its like a really wide face... wait... hold on, is he growing new arms in the middle of his body!? Wait... no... he's SPLITTING IN TWO!

Wait... not two... no... they're splitting again!

VERRAAD SPLITS INTO FOUR!

Together they all laugh, and rapidly move to different parts of the field! Occasionally, they blink and switch places! You can't tell which is the original! It wasn't an attack! It was a major powerup!

Alastair flies at the clones, shrouded in a red barrier! He manages to deal 1 damage to two different clones before they throw him off!

"Fake" Verraads have 3 HP, but they won't look different than the "main" Godmodder! Once you've dealt 3 HP of damage, they'll disappear! If you kill them, then Player Shenanigans Power will increase! But if you don't kill them, each has 3 very real actions every turn! When all 3 are alive, they more than double the number of actions Verraad takes each turn!

Find which Verraad is real, and eliminate the fakes!

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Several new Players seem to have joined your unit... you sort of recognize them, from... that's right! The Honorary Hall of Players, from Earth! They were important members of major Player groups from the past who were able to defeat past Godmodders! They were dead, but with God out of the way, their souls must have escaped heaven and followed you here! And now, they're ready for one final fight...

CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 100%
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal(slightly injured!)
[AG]DragonOfHope
[AG]Daskter(slightly injured!)
[AG]Eyowe(slightly injured!)
[AG]Strider
[AG]Gnich(slightly injured!)
[AG]Crusher(slightly injured!)
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci(slightly injured!)
[AG]DanganMachin(slightly injured!)
[AG]Captain.cat
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)
[AG]Eternalstruggle(slightly injured!)
[AG]ThatRandomGuy(slightly injured!)
[AG]Alastair Dragovich(slightly injured!)
[AG]Piono
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz
[AG]CaptainNZZZ
[AG]General_Urist
[AG]GoldHero101
[AG]Karpinsky
[AG]The Quiet Watcher
[AG]JOEbob
[AG]Cephalos Jr.
[AG]Bill Nye
[AG]Ranger Strider
[AG]Winkins(slightly injured!)
[AG]The_Two_Eternities
[AG]Torix (protected by Spectral Armor!)
[AG]Scott But Its a Girl(TwinBuilder + Victory by Ablation)
[AG]pope

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Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 2!
Slightly Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 9!

Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 2!
Slightly Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 9!

Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 2!
Slightly Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 9!

Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 2!
Slightly Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 9!
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Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator
Godmodder Soul Orb

Traveling to this plane of nothingness caused all your items and shields to be left behind. Well... most of them.

 

[Moniker]

[1x]


As the Godmodder didn't turn the Grindstone by hand, he obviously triggered the 'IFF he tries to escape' clause - And since he didn't counter my attack, The Rocks obviously must have hit him- this having been what happened in the past when he doesn't actually counter an attack.
this is targetted at his GM hp, to be clear- and since this attack happened Before the combat oparadi, it logically must have hit the original.

[1x] I rapidly-by-which-I-mean-instantly construct a small restaurant with free samples for the meal. The finishing touch, a fraction of a second later, is a sign on the restaurant:

JOE's Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice Shop
First Come, First Serve
No Exceptions​

As it happens, the position in which I constructed the restaurant leaves one player a mere tiny fraction of a second from reaching the door from their prior movement- and thus being the first to arrive. As well, the prices for elixirs are outrageous- seven actions of debt for one tiny bottle of juice? And it doesn't even have anything accounting for action strength- though that's forgivable enough, seeing as it's obviously intended only to cater to, you know, players, not entities or Godmodders. And... there's only one free sample in the sample tray. probably because the player doesn't actually have enough actions to heal more then one person. Scammer, using the price being payed directly to heal the payee- Despicable.
The Godmodder, of course, notices this all instantly. There's very little time for him to react- nowhere near enough to use the godmodding-powered wide-range observation-focused scry he's been known to make use- But he knows that if he beats the player (it's, lets say... [INJURED PLAYERNAME TO COME AFTER EDITTING TO COMPLY WITH NEXT DOP (at the time i write this no players are injured)]) into the door, JOE will have to do what the sign says! It would be false advertising to privilege someone else with the free sample if the Godmodder makes it to the door first. The sign even says 'No Exceptions', in bold! JOE probably thinks it'll help resolve arguments if he goes by strict time ordering, hmpf, hmpf.
In short, the Godmodder has very little time indeed to think about things, and has to quickly make a choice- to either enter the restaurant to steal the healing, or hang back in fear of a trap.
>Enter the Restaurant

Spoiler

The Godmodder rapidly soars through the not-air, entering the restaurant mere instants before [injured playername]! Arriving directly in front of JOE (who is staffing the shop with a name tag which says 'My Name is: JOE' and has a 0.10155 millimeter slant off from perfectly straight, something JOE seems to consider amusing), The Godmodder interrupts JOE's welcoming shpeil before he can toss in a tutorial/introduction and Demands JOE give him the free sample, and is rewarded with...
A Blank Look.
"...Why exactly should I give you a free sample?"
The Godmodder points to the sign.
"Yes, it does say 'First Come, First Serve', but, As I was about to explain, store policy is tha-"
The Godmodder points at the No Exceptions, explaining that JOE has to comply because there are no exceptions.
"Well, yes. There are no exceptions. As such-"
The Godmodder ignores JOE(or maybe he stops to listen. it doesn't matter at this point. I'll assume he does, but if he doesn't then the possibilities reconverge right after the Godmodder figures out the trap), walking over to the tiny glass bowl with a single serving of JOE's Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice in it. While he does this, JOE continues talking.
"-you will have to comply with store policy, which you have expressed support of. to be more precise with my explanation, I should clarify that-"
The Godmodder picks up the bowl, heading over to one of the little restaurant chairs. or maybe he just picks it up and lifts it to his mouth. regardless...
"-as the first to come, policy is that you will be the first to Serve"
The Godmodder freezes in confusion. huh? Of course, with his limited intellect which is nonetheless rather accelerated and of notable size (which he likes to Pretend is limitless), he figures it out, his frozen position switching from being because of confusion to Horror. Ignoring his comprehension and talking either to him or reality or just to hear himself talk (he really seems to like the sound of his own voice), JOE continues in a lecturing tone:
"Normally, when one reads a sign by a store, it would read 'First come, first served', indicating the store will service the first to arrive. It has to be 'Served', as otherwise it would indicate the first people to enter the restaurant..."
compelled by the rules he himself just tried to enforce, the Godmodder rises from his seat / lowers the bowl from his mouth, and...
"Will unexpectedly find themselves working there."
...walks over to stand next to the door, offering samples to whichever player happens to approach- maybe [injured playername], but they might have turned around once they registered the presence of a resteraunt.
"And there are, after all, No Exceptions."
From here, descriptions of what the Godmodder tries to do are Assumptions. On the other hand, descriptions of what he physically does are not.
Mentally, the Godmodder struggles (probably) against the Rule. It's fruitless, though. He poured his own authority on a conceptual level into the rule, First Come, First Serve. And even beyond that, he enforced that there are No Exceptions. He didn't notice the mistake he was making, of course, but... It's too late. Weighing down on him is his own power with a thread of mine. Rational debate drones on in the background, explaining the history of this little trick of phrasing (without ever calling it that, of course. It's not a trick, no sirree steve!), dictating the terms implicitly required. Still, the Godmodder doesn't struggle too hard (probably) mentally. He has time- nobody has walked into the shop yet, and he has until then before there can be a mistake.
"John, what are you standing there for? The morning rush starts in just three minutes! Come on, you'll need to hurry to prepare enough patented Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice for the day."
Unwillingly, the Godmodder walks over to a small cooler in the corner. It has a lot of ingredients, but most of them are rotten- There's no way he can make player injury healing elixir juice with these! The Godmodder stops for a moment, before JOEs voice echos through his mind (apparently the store policy agreement is enchanted):
"section 8.3a, cooking: Workers, Interns, and chefs are obligated to provide resources for Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice if they fail to report the insufficient ingredients at least one hour in advance."
The Godmodder has a thought. If he just-"Section 8.3c, Quality Assurance. If a worker, intern, chef, or other service staff fails to provide Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice meeting store standards, they must serve additional hours at the discretion of the store manager." No dice. Of course, even as those words were playing out, the Godmodders body was working on autopilot, conjuring, chopping, mixing, and enchanting ingredients with his Godmodding powers at a rate that might make mortal men envious. Whatever the 'Morning Rush' is, he doesn't want to underprepare for it... It's subtle, but he can tell from his minutes of experience dealing with JOEbobs (more then nearly anybody except the surviving Arbiter has, probably : P ) that section 8.3c also covers failing to provide Any, or enough, Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice- it would be a failure to provide the juice. Probably another section which specifies, too...
At any rate, the Godmodder prepares for three minutes. At lightning speed he tries to spot loopholes probably, but Store Policy is labyrinthine, nested, couched in legal language at random intervals, covers some things only through implication which are later taken for granted, and... it seems to be Growing. Not only that, but: "Section 1.1. Any additions or changes to store policy are retroactive and apply to all employees or workers at the store" (1.1a: Employees cannot exit the premises during store hours or preparation time.)- As long as the Godmodder is technically a worker, JOE can plug holes, and the definition for worker is 'first non-employee to enter the restaurant' (non-employee, since JOE is an employee. The Godmodder doesn't want to push for retroactive employeehood, though- he's looked through a few bits of the Employee Ruleset (which starts at Section 13.0y, as it happens) and they get treated way worse unless they are literally JOE.) with a dozen sub-clauses defining enter, non-employee, restaurant... and so on.
"John, remember to serve them with a smile! in the service industry, your smile is like your resume, after all! Oh, and make sure you've got enough juice for the free samples- but no swiping any! That's company property!"
Then, the morning rush starts. And it is a Rush! the doorway flickers like a mirrage before shifting appearance rapidly,players rapidly flying through it (as it turns out a portal rapidly approached them while they were blinking), and the Godmodder has to approach politely and offer them Player Injury Healing Elixir Juice- Turns out there are as many free samples as there is products, and the Godmodder just had to spend 3 minutes making the product. Luckily, he can use his Godmodding Powers to move at superspeed to hold up the bowl without letting it fall while continuing to prepare juice- He's barely keeping up as it is, and if he has to wait politely for the players dullard brains to respond he'd definitely fail to fulfil section 8.3c.
I'm going to skip the rest of the description, because I think most of the potentially amusing parts- and the jist- have already been explained. so...:
By the end of his shift, the Godmodder is- not exhausted, but definitely a little weary. With a start, he realizes he spent an entire action working at the store- That explains how so many players got healed,too... Darn it, he thinks. probably.

SUMMARY: Steal a Godmodder Action and heal a bunch of injured players. annoy the Godmodder.

>Hang Back and Watch

Spoiler

The Godmodder Hangs back. [INJURED PLAYERNAME TO COME AFTER EDITTING TO COMPLY WITH NEXT DOP (at the time i write this no players are injured)] walks into the store, and quickly downs the free sample, glowing with healing energies. They then decide to stick around for a bit and help JOE cook for a while, not expending any actions but having a jolly old time. after a while, they part ways, JOE continuing to manage his shop, the other person doing whatever it is they do. a warbling energy distortion moves around and eats players, then spits them out, disgruntled. whatever. not important; JOE doesn't accomplish anything other then healing like, one person other then [INJURED PLAYERNAME TO COME AFTER EDITTING TO COMPLY WITH NEXT DOP (at the time i write this no players are injured)] (who turns out to actually be named [INJURED PLAYERNAME TO COME AFTER EDITTING TO COMPLY WITH NEXT DOP (at the time i write this no players are injured)] and not be an injured player, but to function like a player because they're sorta metaphysically JOE), who got a free sample.
SUMMARY: heal like one random injured player.

[1x] not having any more good ideas for my third action, and knowing more actions hardly affects shenanigans at all, I spend this third action on giving my second body a bazzillion time-warped years to grow itself into a true power just in case I die despite my goodness at not dying. Also, the second body gets a core of consolidated player energy stored in a special compartment for emergencies.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder DID turn the Grindstone by hand! It was just his copy's hand. That's all. Still him. Still totally counts. Indisputably.

The Godmodder HATES servitude! He HATES it! 1 damage! Because he paid in blood, he has not lost an action. Healing pulse! The Players around you are healed, and an additional random player healed to full!

You do stuff to your second body. Whatever.

"This isn't working." ES grimly says, slightly burnt by the fire of a meteor before he spends his first two actions healing himself. "His HP is going up faster than it's going down, and our first turn was probably our best shot. Things just get worse from now on."

"I mean, if we knew which one was which it'd help, but we need more DPS, and that'd require scouting. Of course, if we could scout and DPS at the same time-"

He paused, then turned to Amelia. "Get my the Lyrans on the phone. Yes I know they'll only exist for this attack, we can take care of that next turn!"

This week on The Adventures of Steiner Assault Scout Squad:

<Attention, attention!> Out from seemingly nowhere, a 100 ton giant mecha appears, falling from above. <We need to identify the Godmodder immediately!>

<Frederich One reporting, suggest we attempt to stealthily eliminate a decoy to try to narrow search field.> Suddenly, one of the Verraad's gets blown up by a giant cannon shell coming from behind. <Ordnance delivered with precision and subtlety.>

<Frederich Two here, identification is progressing smoothly. However, I am approaching dangerously close to the enemy.> A third giant mech slams into the same Godmodder from above, delivering the People's Elbow in the process. <I do not believe I was noticed!>

<Frederich Three present, to further identification window I am slowing my dissent with all means.> A cavalcade of cannon shells, lasers, and missiles then crashes into the same Godmodder once again, appearing out of utter secrecy, practical invisibility. <Ah, yes, I can see properly now. Resuming scouting operations.>

<Well done all! If we keep up this level of scouting, we are sure to be honoured by the Archon herself! Continue with Operation Invisible Spying at your discretion. Command out.>

Click to shrink...

Somehow, this "scouting" successfully reveals one of the Godmodders to be a fake, even as they easily swat aside the attacks! One Godmodder listed as fake! Identify them again to see their HP!

Action 1: I boop a godmodder's snoot.
This doesn't do much except make the Godmodder's head jump back in mild confusion

Action 2: Until the obligatory head recoil action results in him sending his head back too far.
Wait, he's still flying backwards, someone has tampered with the momentum values in the Godmodder's code!
He goes sailing backwards until he hits his head on a rock and dies tragically.

Action 3: Piono summons up another one-way floor in the way of Verraad's assault. This time it's a disco pad. The flashing lights threaten to give the Godmodder a seizure.

Click to shrink...

As you send the Godmodder flailing back, he hits an invisible wall much sooner than expected! Huh? The lifeless not-godmodder falls to the floor. Is this the Godmodder's doing?

The walls suddenly become visible. The disco floor you were about to summon is already here! You suddenly find your limbs moving, twisting themselves into painful approximations of "dance moves"! Disco music begins playing, only instead of disco music, its just "HONK" over and over! You look up with horror, and see that instead of a disco ball, there is only a goose!

HONK. HONK. HONK. HONK.

You can only cower in fear, desperately forced to dance for fear of the goose's wrath!

...(Eventually, it ends... you're not sure how... but now you're tired...)

Two clones should be at 2/3 HP. They got hit by Alastair.

[FOCUS] - Anti-Focus, Part 1
"Hey, anyone who wants this to work should try and help here! This is gonna be... REALLY shenanigan-y to pull off!" With that out of the way, lets begin.

To start with, I realize what the Godmodder is doing here - he's utilizing FOCUS, an ability from the game Hollow Knight to heal himself for one point of health, which would be a mask in that game... bus that's not important. What is important is the fact that FOCUS requires SOUL... and has a maximum on how much it can contain.

Even with the Godmodder's fully upgraded Soul Meter and Vessels, allowing for a maximum of 6 healing actions when fully filled, the main problem is that as of right now, the Godmodder is at 3 HP from 0, meaning he's got three heal actions left... And can get more by attacking Players.

Therefore, the answer is simple. I drain the Godmodder's Soul Meter, making him unable to use the Soul he acquired for healing as it drains into a non-existent state. Now, we just need to prevent him from getting enough to heal again!

Summary - Apply video game logic from Hollow Knight to determine how the Godmodder heals. Drain the supply of Soul he uses to prevent healing. Wait for chain-posting (hopefully) to either make this better or add on further effects to prevent the Godmodder from regaining his Soul Meter charge.

Click to shrink...

The health of each clone is currently "masked".

The Godmodder draws on many sources of healing, and the Soul Meter is one of them! He will only be able to heal a maximum of two times this turn! No, wait... power is flowing into you from captain.cat! You restrict his soul so hard, he's forced to burn effort getting it back to normal! The Godmodder can only heal once this turn!

1 action: heal the wounds et cetera, et cetera . . . THROUGH THE POWER OF THE RED CROSS

2 action, 3 action, red action, blue action: by the power of my famous self-duplication capacity, and by the power of being a flying brick, a CALAMITOUS CONSTRUCTION CASCADE is prepared . . . it'll drop on John when he first attempts that requires focus on something other than the aforementioned swarm of flying bricks, such as, say, healing.

Click to shrink...

You heal the wounds of Exoskeletal!

The next time the Godmodder attempts to heal more than twice in a turn, a truck will fall on him!

Well... This isn't working!
We just have to keep trying!

Action 1-3: After taking about 4-5 minutes in recovering for the college mishap, We see that there are 4 Verraad's now. We randomly decide to go after the first Verraad on the list. I charge at him and spawn in a yellow gun which Justice makes a physical appearance out of our body and fires, Knowing that Verraad will dodge that one cuz it's so obvious that he will, Bravery gets a physical body and punches the crap out of Verraad. Perseverance comes out as well and throws his book which turns into spiders which turns out to be Papyrus inserting Spaghetti into his veins. The spaghetti is poisoned with a deadly virus of "Taking some damage you hecker". Lastly, Determination also comes out and performs a massive combo on all angles which ends with me walking in and throwing a bone at the godmodder. what? i am trying to give him a bone because he is so bone-ly. hah! good one me! then i leave shortly after

Meanwhile, Back in Shadrix's ship

Alright Kirby, I managed to get the ship ready to leave. Any updates?
Well sir, there seem to be more players than before. like WAY more.

Shadrix looks at the viewing hud and notices them.

Yeah.... I do notice them... why are they here now? Its not like-

He freezes. He has a look of realization on his face. He looks at Bill, then at Scott but its a girl. then to all the other players.

Sir? Are you ok?
Kirby? it's time...
Time for what?
I'm coming in. Set a course for the battlefield.

Kirby does as instructed and the ship blasts off. Shadrix sits in his main chair and presses a button on the armchair. The button looks like a suit with many colorful dots in the middle. 7 of them to be precise. After the button has been pressed, The suit comes flying in and opens up. The suit flies on him and closes up. The chest opens up to reveal 8 slots. The 8th slot is already been taken. It's a slot for the Master Emerald. The Master Emerald glows, calling out to the chaos emeralds. The 7 chaos emeralds fly in and go into the 7 slots. The suit glows with energy and Shadrix's eyes have a shine of rainbow as he smugs.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder easily swats aside your attacks. Until you throw... IT. The BONE.

The Godmodder suddenly remembers that its SPOOKTOBER! He actually doesn't know what the exact in-universe Earth date is, but even if it's January right now, it's still SPOOKTOBER! Oh no!

The Godmodder's skeleton bursts out of his chest and begins dancing! 1 damage to the Godmodder you targeted! Healing pulse!

FOCUS! ALL THAT IS NEEDED:
I fire mah lazers. This meme is so frequently memed, that even the Godmodder and copies roll their eyes. They likely just handwave the lazer away and deflect it elsewhere. What they didn't see wes the bullet hiding in the lazer, piercing one of their defenses, and damaging them.
IS A BULLET FROM A GUN!

Click to shrink...

The godmodder deflects the bullet easily! The bullet goes flying off...

I throw on my new Stormdancer's Brace... "This looks really freaking coooool."

3 ACTION FOCUS - STORMTRANCE: "Guardian me! I need a Stormtrance!" Stormtrance lands right on me, and I smirk. "Y'know, this exotic makes me more juicy the more enemies I kill, and we're in a void with many Taken. This isn't going to end well for you!" I zap up a bunch of conveniently placed taken, do a Stormtrance Teleport behind the group of "John's", and blast them with SITH LIGHTNING! "Y'know, having UNLIMITED POWER is really cool." I wink, causing a mini calamity of Unlimited Power memes to wash over the battlefield. "Ahhh... Stormtrance, what a fine lady you are."

Click to shrink...

The Johns all easily deflect the SITH LIGHTNING, sending it careening elsewhere...

"This is getting out of hand... now there are four of them!"

All actions:
Comboing off of Gold's Stormtrance, I produce an arc staff and deliver a series of followup attacks on every version of the godmodder he hit, using Gold's ambient lightning to empower myself.

"Arc boys rise up!"

Click to shrink...

The Godmodders easily deflect the Arcs, causing them to go elsewhere...

I take a look at what Torix is doing and get an idea. I take a HUUGGGGEEE step and-

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Action Summary:

Okay, I'm here. But I need to be elsewhere. Since the next step usually wuold be the UPDATE.... I take ANOTHER step and-

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...Not what I was thinking, but close enough. I dig into the mechanics a bit and find what I'm looking for.

The Godmodder's Curse of Repetition. I proceed to drag it with me BACK to my post-

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Action Summary:

Okay, just a bit more-

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-THERE WE GO. I proceed to modify it. There.

Now John Smith, Verraad the Godmodder, can be hit with the Curse of Repetition!

And for good measure I stick it to Torix's Soul drain, meaning it's even verified by the current Godmodder himself! If he tries to heal... well, it won't be pretty.

Click to shrink...

CURSE OF REPETITION strengthened! Now, if the Godmodder ever tries to heal MORE than three times in a turn for any reason, it'll only be half as effective!

Action 1: I use high-powered Starsight to analyze the molecular composition of all four Verraads to determine which ones are damaged. Also, unless they have the exact same molecular composition as the real deal, it should reveal which of them are clones and which one is real.

Then, since the duplicates probably don't have full Souls and thus there's no Manipulation Boundary around them, I use direct telekinesis to mulch the internals of one of the clones (or one of them picked randomly if I can't figure out which one is a clone), causing severe instant damage to it.

Action 3: Hey, I stole Amara's Siren powers from the Borderlands universe!

How did you-

I tricked one of the Sirens into passing their powers down to me when they died, then waited for them to die. Turns out that Amara basically can't die in combat, but got killed by accidentally kicking an explosive barrel.

Doesn't that mess up their whole universe?

Don't worry, she got better due to the New-U technology. Plus, when you think about it, the Borderlands universe is actually a mess of parallel universes anyways.

Now, I'd like a gun.

Here's the Gamma Cannon. It's a legendary Maliwan weapon that fires a massive piercing beam of gamma radiation, and can switch to a piercing fire beam that causes any irradiated targets hit by it to detonate.

And you can also have my four drone plasma pistols. Which are apparently corrosive weapons now because they're green.

I mean, plasma is particularly effective against armor of the Thermal Alloy variation, just like other corrosion elemental weapons.

After optimizing my version of Amara's powers, it's time to attack. I start by using Phasegrasp on the real Verraad (or a random one if the identify of the true Verraad has not been established), briefly incapacitating him. This effect is augmented in two ways. Firstly, the effect chains to all nearby enemies, grabbing the other three Verraads as well. Secondly, with Ties That Bind, a portion of all inflicted damage is shared between all targets.

I teleport into an optimal position, letting me line up to pierce through two Verraads at once. Unfortunately, the Verraads were smart enough to split up to prevent me from lining up a shot through all four of them. I fix this with a quick secondary portal, redirecting the beam after it passes through the first two Verraads and putting it on a line to pierce through the other two.

Then, I fire the beam in radiation mode, irradiating all four Verraads. All four of them now take damage over time, and share that damage over time with each other, which is all shared through the Ties That Bind augment, inflicting massive damage.

But wait, there's more! Because of a modification I made to the phasegrasp effect, after each impact with a phasegrasped target, secondary projectiles will be created that ricochet into other Verraads. These projectiles themselves have a good chance of ricocheting again after they impact another Verraad, and the result is projectiles flying everywhere causing additional damage to all four of them.

Then, just before the phasegrasp is set to expire, I switch the Gamma Cannon to fire to detonate all of the Verraads, causing an explosive chain reaction that causes even more damage.

The only good news for Verraad(s) is that the Gamma Cannon consumes an insane amount of ammo, so I just emptied my Assault Rifle ammo supply (why is a laser weapon using assault rifle ammo? I don't know, probably something about trying to make all ammo compatible for all weapon types or something). So, I'm not goign to be able to shoot them anymore.

Wait. I have telekinetically-operated drone pistols, and they've been charging up a shot for the whole duration of my beam barrage against the Godmodders. Each plasma pistol aims at one of the Verraads and fires a final parting shot.

Action 3: I start analyzing stolen New-U blueprints alongside existing resurrection technology and the current situation to figure out whether we've got a way to resurrect everyone now.

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You determine that the second Verraad down the list is fake, due to a single molecule being slightly out of place! Analyze him again to learn his HP!

As you prepare to fire at Verraad, he smugly points out that you used TWO third actions. That's ILLEGAL! Ashamed, you don't fire your cannon.

You do not have any means of standard resurrection. That is one of the few powers which is withheld to Players, most likely due to God's interference.

I grab one of the Verraads and hook him up to a brand new Karpinsky-Brand Video Player, which allows you to relive the video through the power of Karp-O-Vision! Anything that happens to you, you experience, up to and including death! For this reason, the Karpinsky-Brand Video Player is banned in almost every Plane, and everywhere on Earth into the bargain (except Texas. Texas be crazy).

The video opens on a loading screen. A voice starts talking in a slightly annoying tone:

"Hey, guys, Karpinsky here. Today I'm going to be speedrunning Defeat the Godmodder."

The loading screen transitions to a view of the HEXAGONAFIELD. Verraad realizes he's seeing the video from his own perspective.

"So right from the start you're going to build up input lag while the initial HEXAGONAFIELD is loading in, then backwards long jump to the northern edge of the playable area."

One of the players rockets away from Verraad at top speeds, heading due north.

"You'll clip out fairly easily, but you need to keep going until you die. To save space, the Bank of Actions and Last Stand are on the same map as the HEXAGONAFIELD, and the death barrier surrounding the Bank sends you straight to the Breaking Bad sidequest."

A few minutes later, Verraad feels the telltale rush of a player dying. He gains a 15% speedboost from the player's death.

"Once you spawn in your cell, you need to abuse the infinite bread inventory glitch to clip out of bounds. This time, all you have to do is fall straight down. Once you hit ground, run west until you hit the Ruins. All the sidequests load on the same map, again to save space, so you use the bread again to clip in and grab the Soul Weakness tablet. This trips the flag and sends you straight to the final fight: Verraad at 1 HP."

Verraad is momentarily distracted by the other players attacking him, but manages to hear "Soul Weakness tablet" right before the whole game warps and he's forcibly moved to the final boss area. The pain of 299 hit points of damage at once nearly overwhelms him.

"Normally you'd have to use trial and error at this point, but the devs were lazy and there are only five potential Soul Weaknesses: cubicles, tape measures, red staplers, yardsticks, and squid. You'll be able to tell from the two letters on the tablet which one of those it is."

Verraad sees the player check the Soul Weakness tablet, then charge up an attack. He moves to strike before the player can, but is interrupted by the voice.

"Two things trivialize the fight. First, the tribulations were skipped entirely, so Verraad has no divine powers or Descendancy and is stuck with one action per turn. Second, you're still technically in "prison mode," where your typical Player wound meter is replaced with a mental integrity bar that only lowers if you sleep. Verraad won't know that. So you use the Critical Soul Weakness and he just dies."

As Verraad just dies, he hears the voice say a few final words:

"Don't forget to like, subscribe, and click that notification bell for more great content!"

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SPEEDRUN COMPLETE! Unfortunately, due to RNG reasons, despite doing everything right you are still 00:00:03 behind the world record. Sorry.

2 damage to a random Godmodder! Healing pulse! You hit the Godmodder at the bottom of the list...

FAKE GODMODDER DESTROYED! +10% Player Shenanigans power! Two fake Godmodders remain...

"oh dear, oh no there's 4 of them!!"

(x1)I invoke the sacred fig, and blast a Godmodder with Ducks, Goose and a few sharp PECKS, this of course is a distraction on the decoy which was meant to be distracted by my distraction while i figure out that it was a distraction for me by Verrad whom is distracted by reading this post as he gets violently shanked by a tanto knife...

(x1) meanwhile another Verrad is treated to a dance by another me, who grants a wild waltz with the Godmodder, unfortunately, microtranslations happened and the sauce of days invaded this waltz and possessed the Godmodder, forcing me to murder him with my Grenade Launcher i pulled out of my pocket.

(x1) Space bends, and now another Verrad is Pink, he's also the elephant in the room, thus he's now a pink elephant which means he's now unforgettable, because you can't forget pink elephants. Except of course, they exist purely in the Mind which now Verrad is, i now proceed to "escort" him to the Hallway of Cursedposting and i throw him inside.After a metaphorical Eternity, i open back the door and the Godmodder escapes, panting for his breath after witnessing unspeakable horrors both of form and function. He then is thus vulnerable to the anvil and Pianos dropping onto him.

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You almost complete your first action, but then get distracted by a poster for the newest movie "Distraction 2: The Red Herring".

You dance with Verraad! You thought it'd be easy, but he's faster than you ever imagined! Your movements are faster, even faster, faster still...! Before you know it, you're waking up on the ground in a pool of vomit wondering what the heck happened.

The horrors the Godmodder witnessed were so unspeakable, he applies brain bleach in the hope of forgetting them. However, brains are not meant to have bleach applied to them, so a godmodder takes 1 damage! Healing pulse!

GODMODDER COPY DESTROYED! Player shenanigans power goes up by 10%!

Focus: big mistake

A bunch of copies of me start to appear behind me. Next, they utilize flash step to get around the one of the godmodder (copy or not), specifically, the third one. They put down spikes. The godmodder steps over them. They send bombs at him, he blows them back with a leaf blower, and the spikes that still have chunks of the ground they cling onto also followed. The clones then gathered in the direction that the godmodder sent them in, but being the bullshit that he is, sent them in as curve objects as they span around towards me. The clones then rushed towards my location, and end up being pummeled to death by the barrage of debris. The godmodder sends a very smug emoji face, which i receive with utmost grace in my partial failure of that action. John narrows his eyes at me, catching onto my face's unsaid statement of partial failure. He takes a look around, to his left, right, behind his back, in front, up, down, even inside himself, but finds nothing. Then, a hand reaches from behind him to grasp onto his left shoulder, but the godmodder is fast to react as he grasps the wrist of the hand. "I EXPE--". Another hand reaches for his other shoulder, but is grasped by the same hand that grasped the other hand. "I ALSO EXPECT--". A hand reaches to slap his bum, but is held by the toes of the godmodder. " I ALS--". A punch tries to find itself in the godmodder's face, but is stopped by his moving locks of hair. "I" A smack is heard as multiple hands try to grapple onto his body, but are instead caught. "EXPECTED" A punch is deflected off his groin as some of his clothes rearrange themselves to show metal. " IT ALLL--......" Verraad stops talking suddenly, and his face is looking very very pale. A hand is cocked to punch but different from the other attempts, is that this one's origin can be traced to the main in red dressing of a cardinal, and he announces. "NO ONE" The hand moves further back. "EXPECTS" The godmooder tries to block it, but is stopped by all the other hands that have grabbed onto any possible limb ever, including his tongue. "THE" His hand stops as grinding noises are heard coming from the inside of his fist. "SPANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII----" visions of genocide and war rage across the godmodders eyes, as if its a black and white movie that is reeling in front of his eye--- .... For anyone around us, they can see an image of me sliding a film across the godmodder's eyes very quickly.... VERY quickly....*cough, Let's get back to the schedule. The cardinal extends the I, until his face is red, and throat is hoarse. Ending at an "sh" He takes a deep breathe, and RELEASES "INQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII---" The time the punch takes to reach the godmodder's face is expressed in the shout. As it gathers up so much momentum and speed from how long it took to accelerate, that it just FLASHES into the face of the godmodder. "IIIISSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITIIIOOOONNN" The punch is so powerful, that it sent the godmodder reeling back, stumbling into some of the debris left from my clones, and trips, ending flat on his back, on the ground.

The cardinal pants harshly before gathering himself to face me. I pass him some gold that goes into a hidden pocket of his.
" Thank you for calling upon our services.-----" (continued by GM, if he wants)

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The Godmodder deflects the punch, using a magic barrier despite having no limbs, sending it elsewhere!

But he's deflected one too many times! The punch combines with the Arc attack, forming ARC PUNCH! The Arch Punch combines with the lightning, forming the LIGHTNING ARC PUNCH! The Lightning Arc Punch combines with the bullet, forming the LIGHTNING ARC PUNCH BULLET! The Lightning Arc Punch Bullet combines with Strider's Heart to become the RED SOUL LIGHTNING ARC PUNCH BULLET! Together, they slam into the Godmodder, the real one, from behind, dealing 1 damage! Healing pulse!

Eyowe pulls out what seems to be a part of a plant characterized by a long stalk ending with a cylindrical bulb at its end. The Godmodder and his fakes see this and are immediately overcome with the desire to bite it. Yep, it seems to be a Godmoddernip. The Godmodder and his fakes all bump their heads into each other as they all leap for the Godmoddernip. A bit of them attempting to bite into the nip like piranhas below a meal being hanged above water later, an unspecified one, fake or real, gets to it and bites it.

...whoops, that wasn't Godmoddernip. It's actually Godmoddernip's look-alike that's actually bad for Godmodders, Godmoddersbane. The Godmodder that bit into it begins coughing the entirety of Bohemian Rhapsody. That's not good for their throat.

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1 damage to a random Godmodder! Healing pulse!

As revenge, the Godmodder spawns some Krill13nip behind you! You're forced to eat it, even though you know full well its been poisoned! You are now slightly injured!

I attack the third Godmodder on the list by hugging them, but while they were distracted by that I stab them in the back. Then, while they are distracted by that as well, I put poison in their mouth and force them to swallow it.

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You hug a cactus! Wait... what?

As you pull back from the cactus, painful needles stinging your arms HONK.

...Oh no.

Turning around, you see a horrible goose, holding the poison you were about to use earlier in its beak! You realize that the goose probably has some horrible plan for the poison, and you need to retrieve it immediately!

You begin chasing the goose, as it HONKs all the way! You're not nearly as fast as normal, and you're always just barely keeping up, your movement as though you're in a nightmare...

Finally, with a HONK, the goose trips, dropping the poison, and flies away! You dive at it, but too late, the poison spills onto a baby cactus, causing it to genetically mutate and grow up into a poisonous cactus, which you hit face-first!

You are now slightly injured!

3x:
I grab one of the Godmodders, and toss them through a skylight embedded in the ground. When he gets his bearings back from falling on the floor, he finds himself at a station on an assembly line. All the stations to his left and right are occupied by automated heavy machinery - he's the only person around. Looking in front of him, he sees a grindstone attached to a pole. Looking down at the conveyor belt, he sees a rock with a piece of paper next to it. The paper reads "Turn the lever four full rotations." The Godmodder turns the lever four times, grinding away at the rock. The conveyor belt whirs into action, and another rock and piece of paper arrive at his station. The paper reads "Turn the lever four full rotations." The Godmodder smirks. Whoever that Player was, he just made a tactical error. That Player can't do two Godmodder attacks at the same time, and he can do repetitive grindstone-based tasks for a lot longer than the Player can stand to watch him. The Godmodder turns the lever four times.
"Turn the lever four full rotations." The Godmodder turns the lever four times, and the rock moves on.
"Turn the lever four full rotations." The Godmodder turns the lever four times, and the rock moves on.
"Turn the lever four full rotations." The Godmodder turns the lever four times, and the rock moves on.
"Turn the lever four full rotations." The Godmodder turns the lever four times, and the rock moves on.
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"Turn the lever four full rotations." The Godmodder turns the lever four times, and the rock moves on.
"Turn the lever four full rotations." The Godmodder turns the lever four times, and the rock moves on.
"Turn the lever four full rotations." The Godmodder turns the lever four times, and the rock moves on.
"Turn the lever four full rotations." The Godmodder turns the lever four times, and the rock moves on.
"Turn the lever zero full rotations." The Godmodder turns the lever four times, and the rock moves on.
"Turn the lever four full rotations." As the Godmodder is turning the lever, a loud crunching noise comes from the station after his. He looks over, just in time to see a robotic arm smash against his chest, shoving him against the grindstone and trapping him there.
A motor hidden inside the grindstone turns on, and it starts grinding.

After four minutes in which the Godmodder is abraded by a grindstone, he manages to escape through the skylight. Workplace safety is no meme, John Smith.

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The Godmodder did in fact turn the lever zero full rotations when asked. In fact, he'd turned the lever zero full rotations every time. In fact, the lever didn't even exist at all for most of it, as the Godmodder reduced the workstation to dust the moment he was teleported in.

Oh my, this looks quite fun~

I start by summoning a small moon sized planetoid.

I then hollow it out and start putting support structures inside it.

When that is done, I take the minerals I got from following it out and start turning into a factory.

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The Godmodder stares in incredulity. A new Player? Now? In the final battle? Are they... charging something??

OOC: Welcome! It would probably be best to focus your efforts on killing the godmodder at this point!

The quiet watcher grapples one of the Godmodders with his flying Brick abilities, utilizing speed and his portals over everything else to successfully close the distance before the Godmodder or the clones of him could react. Once he'd grabbed the Godmodder, he used his Stand's arms in tandem with his own to lift the Godmodder horizontally above his head, his attempts to nullify his grip and the Stand's grip failing from the fields pinning the arms against The Godmodder's body. Then, he was brought down.

Many people don't get that Bane was named for many reasons. He was the Bane of the prison he grew up in, he was the bane of the Bat, he was the bane of the underworld, or at least the parts of it he didn't try to rule. Above all else though, he was the Bane of his foes, a title no Godmodder ever wrested from him even long after his death. He also gave his name to the move he carried out on the Bat, the Bane's knee. This move was a perfect, calculated method against which there was no true defense, something Bane knew, but didn't truly understand. That made sense, since its true level of ridiculousness was only discovered hundreds of years after his death. It didn't matter what you were, how armored your body was, or even whether or not you had a spine when it was preformed. It would break whoever ended up against it when preformed correctly.

As the Godmodder's back impacted the quiet watcher's knee when he was brought down with all the force a black hole could output, all he could do was lament on the perfection he was being broken with.

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The Godmodder uses Verraad's Back. It was a name he gave to his special move. A perfect, calculated method against which there was no true attack, something the Godmodder knew, but did in fact truly understand. It wouldn't be discovered until you realizing it .3 seconds after it happened how truly ridiculous it was. It didn't matter who you were, or how strong your attack was, or even whether you had attacked at all. it would defend against whatever was sent at it perfectly.

As your attack fails, you can only lament on the perfection which defended against you.

OOC: Should be [N]CaptainNZZZ

To continue my future plot, I pour a bunch of hydrogen peroxide all over the current battlefield. Add some phaseshifting on a metaphysical timer and my prep work is almost complete. (x1)

To increase my own survivability, as expected from a filthy Neutral, I place upon myself Kavacha and Kundala. Divine light shaped into a magnificent armor that conceptually reduces all damage inflicted upon my form to a tenth of its original value. Well, in Canon at least. It's defensive properties still carry over as I replicate this armor from Fate but its exact effectiveness has unfortunately been degraded. Some nonsense called balance... (x2)

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Fixeth.

Prep work!

You now have Kavacha/Kundala as armor! It can reduce big damage sent your way!

Focus:
Target all three.

Suddenly a mimic replaces the ground under The Godmodders and bites their foot.

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The Godmodders foot suddenly grows teeth and bites back! It was a mimic all along! The mimic is quickly destroyed, having stupidly fallen for the trap!

I add peircing as a concept onto that one bullet
Then colour it red
As we all know red things are obviously faster
And then look at the gun
Even though the bullet is powerful
The gun might become the weak link
Thus i enhance it
Fire and bone flows over the gun and makes into even more epic looking
Many bone based motifs appear on it

Finally i take it out a red heart
It is part of my soul
A soul is a powerful thing
And sacrifice it in order to empower the bullet even more

Then i do my ultimate powerup, I take a feather from that goose and stick it on my gun

Now it's done
I look at that damn godmodder
And ask
... ... ....... ..... ....

To find out what incredible question was asked
Stay tuned
See you on the next episode

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It works!

I lunch the 1st Godmodder.

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You take the 1st Godmodder on the list out to lunch! A delicious brunch at Subways, eating Subways breakfast. Does Subways serve breakfast? Probably. As the 1st Godmodder digs in, you strike up a conversation on all the goings-on. Things ramp up quickly, and as you finish your meals, the conflict turns to deep interpersonal conflicts. You confess that you've always had fearophobia, the fear of people with phobias. The Godmodder confesses that they've always dealt with feelings of inadequacy due to being a fake Godmodder, and what's more - they're reduced down to 2/3 HP, so that makes them feel even MORE inadequate!

Each of you leave the luncheon on good terms. As you wave goodbye, you make note of everything you learned to destroy them with later.

Seeing what Torix is doing I decide to aid them by empowering their attack with what energy I can offer to them. 'I wish for Torix action to be empowered so they have a better chance of succeeding against John Smith.' Suddenly in a flash of red light a red orb is floating next to me that is pulsing with player energy. After a few moments of floating midair it quickly starts moving over to Torix until it touches them and the power is then suddenly transferred to them giving a boost in power.

(3 CP given to Torix Focus attack.)

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Power up!

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It's the Godmodder's turn once again!

Godmodder Action 1: As the Players care so much about the Godmodder not getting to heal very often, the Godmodder uses the 1 heal he IS entitled to. +1 HP!

Godmodder Action 2: The Godmodder activates PENETRATION BEAMS! The beams penetrate straight through Crusher, The_Quiet_Watcher, and JOEbob!

Godmodder Action 3: The Godmodder summons a barrier to protect himself, an OMNIPOTENT PERFECTION DEATH Toll Booth! Deal with the Toll Booth or it'll have a 20% chance of mitigating attacks sent towards the Godmodder!

Godmodder Action 4: The Godmodder targets Piono, Daskter, and The_Two_Eternities! He places upon them a GOOSE MAGNET! Its the color HONK!

In the distance, the three of them see the Goose, their allies backing away in fear...

Once, in the past, a Goose became a Godmodder protege, through shenanigans that came about as a result of a very incompetent group of Players. However, this was no ordinary goose, no... it was a SUPER goose! A super EVIL goose!

Piono, Daskter, and The_Two_Eternities will have ALL their actions nulled by the goose unless they can attack the goose and put it back in its grave!

Godmodder Action 5: The Godmodder focuses on Bill Nye, Eternalstruggle, and GoldHero101! He casts one of his best spells, DOOM.

Bill Nye suddenly recieves a confession from his girlfriend back him! "Hey Bill Nye, after this, let's get married"! Bill doesn't remember having a girlfriend, but he's happy!

Eternalstruggle suddenly dons a cane and fake beard! He feels a need to face down the big villain, the Godmodder, using his full power to protect his apprentices, every other Player!

GoldHero101 realizes he's completed his character arc and worked out all his personal problems! This seems like a great time to make a risky maneuver!

The secret DOOM scores of those Players rocket up into the hundreds! They'll take massive damage next turn if they don't work to avert the DOOM!

Fake Godmodder Action 1: The Fake Godmodder concentrates all power on Captain.cat, massively damaging him and making him moderately injured!

Fake Godmodder Action 2: The Fake Godmodder tells Tazz the lunch they just ate was poisoned! Tazz, already on the ground rolling in pain, chokes out that he noticed! Tazz is moderately injured!

Fake Godmodder Action 3: The Fake Godmodder begins charging up a devastating SELF-DESTRUCT attack! Destroy the Fake Godmodder by next turn or it'll be DISASTROUS!

Player Action 1: The Godmodder punches Karpinsky into General_Urist! They slam into each, creating a black hole from the sheer force of their impact, making the both of them moderately injured!

Player Action 2: The Godmodder confesses that he's feeling weak to pizza-based attacks right about now. Maybe if you attack him with pizza, something good will happen!

Player Action 3: The Godmodder prepares to unleash his second Combat Operandi, even more absurdly overpowered than the first, next turn!


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CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 120%
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal
[AG]DragonOfHope(slightly injured!)
[AG]Daskter(Goose Magnet!)
[AG]Eyowe(slightly injured!)
[AG]Strider
[AG]Gnich
[AG]Crusher(slightly injured!)
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci
[AG]DanganMachin
[AG]Captain.cat (moderately injured!)
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)
[AG]Eternalstruggle
[AG]ThatRandomGuy(slightly injured!)
[AG]Alastair Dragovich(slightly injured!)
[AG]Piono(Goose Magnet!)
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz
[N+2]CaptainNZZZ(Kevacha and Kundala, protects!)
[AG]General_Urist(moderately injured!)
[AG]GoldHero101
[AG]Karpinsky(moderately injured!)
[AG]The Quiet Watcher(slightly injured!)
[AG]JOEbob(slightly injured!)
[AG]Cephalos Jr.
[AG]Bill Nye (Impending Doom - recieves x3 injury in 1 if doom is not averted!)
[AG]Ranger Strider
[AG]Winkins
[AG]The_Two_Eternities(Goose Magnet!)
[AG]Torix (protected by Spectral Armor!)
[AG]Scott But Its a Girl(TwinBuilder + Victory by Ablation)
[AG]pope


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[N]OMINPOTENT PERFECTION DEATH Toll Booth! 20% chance of negating attacks aimed at the Godmodder!

[FAKE, 2/3 HP]Verraad: 2/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 1!
Slightly Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 8!

Verraad: 2/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 1!
Slightly Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 8!

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Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator
Godmodder Soul Orb

 

[Moniker]

ES reminisces back to the time where he was a protagonist and not a mentor in the prequel series/movie/game, which coincidentally had exactly the same fight happen. His fake beard and cane vanishes as he returns to full protagonist status, and as we all know you can never die in a prequel if you appeared later chronologically, because of, you know, causality. His DOOM stat rockets down not only to 0, but into the negatives.

That done, he uses his remaining actions to turn towards the Fake Verraad and laugh. "Honestly, you expect us to fear your Self-Destruct attack? We don't have to fear anything from a faker like you! Hell, you're not even good enough to be the Godmodder's fake! Look how easily you take damage and how few actions you can do, it's obvious you're the fake just from how much you suck! I hope you feel bad about how terrible at your job you are.

Hell, you're so bad, that I'm not even going to bother attacking you. I'm going to go and do something else more important. What's more important than you? Literally anything." He turns around and walks off, laughing all the while.

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Your DOOM stat is restored! If you've already had a flash-forward, of COURSE you can't die! Hah!

...(Unless it was a clone, or some other silly plot twist... nah!)

The Fake Verraad grits his teeth. He gets ANGRY. He tries giving you the middle finger, but it doesn't work because you turned around before you walked away! This makes Fake Verraad even MORE angry! He swears to do something about it! He will! DEFINITELY!

Wait, he stole my gun to use his own piercing beam!

Free Action: Wait a minute, God isn't here anymore, and is now absorbed by the Godmodder. What does that mean for resurrection?

Action 1: Hey guys, watch this!


Based on secret intel, it turns out that the Goose is an Intimidation-type opponent, primarily affecting morale. However, if its intimidation attempts are resisted, it can easily be crushed.

And, it's got a threat that beats it out in every way. I summon the Swan, a more fearsome version of the Goose, to engage the Goose and defeat it.

Action 2: I summon 30-50 feral hogs inside the OMINPOTENT PERFECTION DEATH Toll Booth! The toll booth is now overcrowded so that no one can fit in it, and the feral hogs are starting to tear it apart.

Action 3: I throw a corrosive barrel at the Godmodder.

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You summon the SWAN! But by accident, you summon a baby swan, who only appears to be an ugly duckling! The goose scares it off with a HONK, causing the baby swan to enter therapy for low self-esteem!

The guards are struggling to keep things under control! The toll booth is barely functional!

The Godmodder moves out of the way. The barrel hits a nearby orphanage, displacing thousands of innocent, starving children. You monster.

I must fight the goose for the sake of us all.... I send in the DUCKS. The Deliberately Unknown Catastrophic Killer Squad. Though the goose's power is nigh infinite, surely the DUCKS can at least slow it down?

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The DUCKS see their old nemesis. They flash back to their high school days. They remember the goose giving them swirlies, stealing their lunch money, and eating their homework! The Goose HONKS, and the DUCKS immediately drop to their knees, cowering in fear!

I grab the poisonous cactus, and force THAT down the 2nd Godmodders throat, and then... and then... I turn it into a human male! Now, the Godmodder is in a very strange situation, with a very spiky and poisonous man.

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The Fake Godmodder decides to take 1 damage rather than deal with this crap. Healing pulse!

3x: The man in MTF uniform releases a game called Untitled Massively Multiplayer Online Animal Control Virtual Reality Game.

Soon, the first players are putting on their headsets and watching the opening text crawl.



Really, he's doing the goose a favor. He could have done some other attack only a hundred words long or so, but instead the goose gets a whole sequel game! Of course, being the antagonist, it suffers a Disney Death by the end, but you can't have everything.

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As more and more headsets complete their connection, the goose shuffles to the left a little. Then the right. Then, his legs do the splits, trying to drag the goose to the left and right at once! He honks plaintively... More and more players finish logging on, baffled at the lack of any graphics or backgrounds in this plane, but wanting to get to the nearest NPC to make them suffer! More and more Players pull the goose in more and more directions, and the goose gazes up and screams HOHOHONKHONHOHOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH----H__H_-Hh--hHH-H_HH as his body rips itself to shreds, leaving only feathers in its wake! With dissapointment, the players see only "connection lost" on their headsets, and are forced to campaign online for a refund!

The goose is dealt with! You can still beat its corpse, though.

[1x]

Buuuut... his copies didn't Exist at that point! Only well after, during the EoTB, did he use his combat oparandi!
Therefore, since the turner didn't exist, he never turned the grindstone At All! not only must he have earlier been struck by the rocks, but a giant grindstone falls from the sky and crushes him in displeasure at his completely ignoring their manifestation as a grindstone! And the giant grindstone is covered in spikes!
[1x] heading over to the Godmodder, I see he's been traumatized by various things. Surely, he doesn't want to remember them! But I can help, with my patented JOEbobian not-actually-patented memory-removing brainb leach! Unlike normal brain bleach, my patented player-power product was produced to provide a proper protection to the purchaser with regards to unwanted memorys, like traumatizing ones! while bleach in the brain might cause the godmodder damage (like it did earlier, last round), my patented product will cause no damage and swiftly remove all unwanted memories! It's a modern medical miracle! Of course, I can't just give these things out for free. The Godmodder will have to pay a heft price to purchace my patented JOEbobian not-actually-patented memory-removing brainb leach- But for such a great deal, he just knows he has to take it...
...Or Else.
glancing over to the doorway of my doctors office which i conjured around us for dramatic effect, he sees a large minotaur carrying an axe. Normally, of course, this wouldn't be threatening, but the minotaurs girth keeps the Godmodder from being able to see beyond the room. He knows that if he doesn't pay me, he'll have to deal with the minotaur- and whatever's beyond it.
Luckily for him- and unluckily for me- the Godmodder obviously knows how to use echolocation. after saying some banal insincere pleasantries of the mildly threatening variety, he uses the echos to find out what else is in the hallway. Based on what he can sense, there's three platoons of miniature army men, a lego slime, a giant spider made of pancakes hanging from the ceiling, topmaniac from super mario galaxy two, a hedgehog wearing oversized rocket-sneakers, a knives elemental made of somewhere between a hundred and four hundred knives, six spectacular stunt spacemen, five hundred monkeys in tiny vehicles with darts, four levitating things in the shape of a stereotypical gem cut, a pose of hula-hoopers with only three hula hoops between them (forcing them to crowd around awkwardly close to one another and making the hula-hooping nigh impossible), two of the twin towers, and a partridge in a pear tree.
He's not sure that's the end of it, but after such a long hallway even his godmodding-enhanced echolocation loses definition to the point where he can't conjecture his way close enough for Godmodder Logic (which after all requires an observation to focus the scrying effect) to take the reigns.
option one, the Godmodder agrees to buy the patented production i produced (which costs him a politically corrected thanksgiving meal and one of his actions, player or Godmodder), in which case...

Spoiler

I'll get to this later. but yeah the thingy works perfectly and removes all the trauma, though it doesn't heal him because that's too hard. at least, that's what I try to make happen.

option two, the Godmodder refuses my most generous offer.

Spoiler

Immediately, the minotaur charges into the room. Being no more durable then a particularly muscular human, it explodes the instant the Godmodder wants it to. But something he didn't expect is that it was actually a minotaur Slime! unlike a normal minotaur,it won't die when exploded! instead, each piece becomes a new- tiny- minotaur slime! The Godmodder is thusly swarmed by giblet-sized minotaur slimes, but he doesn't get a chance to deal with them (the only permanent way requiring three pieces of gold twine, nine metal plates, a nonsensical map, and six sacrifices of adults from a sapient species, per slime.) before the army men swarm in! Being of similar size to the giblet-minotaur-slimes, they make targetting more difficult, and begin to steadily flood the room with hostile bodies. their tiny bayonets don't hurt the Godmodder much, but the bullets seem to be enhanced with an off-brand version of the peacekeepers research! of course, he could easily distract then with other colored army men, except they're all wearing monochrome visors! they wouldn't even notice! and, no sooner do they finish pouring into the room then the Lego Slime glops in! Expertly sliding around all the minotaurs and army men, it gathers itself up and solidifies right below the Godmodders foot- inside his shoes if necessary! the Legos jab into his foot, causing untold agony- and the rest of the slime gathers itself up as battle helmets for the minotaur slimes and the army men- now he can't even stomp them! It would normally (he would soon discover, once he'd managed to kill a part of the lego slime) be the critical soul weakness of the individual minotaur slime giblets, but the lego slime would take the blow and deflect it if he tried! right as the Godmodder prepares a larger-scale retaliation to flatten his foes with non-physical force, the pancake spider leaps down on him- and- It's a Rubarb pancake! The Godmodder just loves rhubarb so much, he abandons his previous plans and starts eating the spider. It tastes so Rhubarby, he can't resist- nor would he, seeing as he loves rhubarb!... The time he takes savoring the rhubarb lets some of the giblets condense themselves into a larger minotaur slime, freeing up floor space for topmaniac to swirl in while they swing an Ax at him! As the Godmodder finishes eating the rhubarb, he discovers there was also a ghost in the lineup, which he couldn't detect with echolocation! It possesses him! But the Godmodders will is too strong for it to possess him, so the ghost instead possesses the Godmodder's mouth in particular, forcing him to bite his tongue so hard it bleeds! Ow! Then the ghost is exorcised from the strain, but it gives the hedgehog a chance to charge up a spin-dash and ram into the Godmodder, causing him to stumble! no normal hedgehog could accomplish this, but this hedgehog has giant rocket-boots, and another name for the spin dash is the 'light speed' dash! the stumble intensifies the Godmodders pain from the lego slime, right before the hedgehog blasts off into space from right in the Godmodder's face, leaving his nose (or one of them, based on alastairs attack) full of smoke and his head burnt! Then, without any warning, the knives elemental (which had sneakily hidden on the ceiling after the pancake spider jumped down) drops down on him, superheated (from the rocket passing by) knives jabbing into his orifices! like, his mouth and eyes and stuff. It's so painful, the Godmodder hardly even notices that he stepped on another three legos- but he does notice, because he's the Godmodder, and that makes it all the worse! As he recovers (vaporizing the knives of the elemental and setting the air around him on fire in rage), the five spacemen do such spectacular stunts he stops to admire them for a moment right before the sixth slings a rock through his head. they celebrate for about three seconds before he kills them, poetically, by slinging a rock through their heads (his rock is the moon. it's even more poetic that way.). Then, he realizes something. All the monkies had advanced intel! they all fired an IBallistic MissileII at him at once about ten seconds ago (while he was slinging a rock through heads), and have been keeping a steady stream of them going since then. Since missiles are homing, he'll just have to bear it, and he doesn't get a chance to kill the monkeys because one of them evolves into a super monkey, and it laser beams the missiles, causing them to explode just before the Godmodder can set up a shield and strike him directly! Then, suddenly, every monkey drops dead. This doesn't free up the Godmodder, since there are still dregs of the minotaur slime, platoon, lego slime, and so on harassing him, but it does confuse him for a moment. Then he looks up a bit. the four gems are floating there, glowing with an inner light- they're cursed. immediately, he feels a desire to steal them- but then the hundreds of monkey souls swirl out, forming some hundred or so crypts which all start launching spiritual lightninig at him. He senses, though, that if he can steal all four gems, the crypts will stop. and no other way. So, he stea-AAARG.. his flesh burns at the contact of the fake-infernal gemstones, which crackle and spark at him! he drops one, and it floats away, having stopped him long enough for the buzzsaw hula-hoopers to attack him! As it turns out, the hula hoops had retractable buzzsaw blades, and they stab into him while the onslaught continues. the twin towers then collapse, one in a controlled demolition, while the second is the an unrelated terrorist attack with a plane (as we all know, the right answer is always exactly in the middle of the two extremes!). they collapse on the Godmodder, with the Godmodder still inside, and he falls to his deaf! Being deaf, he is unable to detect the singing of the partridge in a pear tree, which parts a ridge beneath him and causes him to fall into the Pit Of Death! (a two block tall dirt pit where everyone lies on their back. Then the pear tree is burnt between an oncoming army of, on average, zero fire elementals- because it has a thousand of fire and a thousand of conceptual ice! they all pile into the pit, burning or freezing the godmodder before anihilating one another in a massive explosion. As the Godmodder recovers in the empty ruins, lego in his shoes (and the shoes themselves) finally gone and all the niggling threats vanished in the vast destruction, he looks around. Is that all? Ha! He's shown himself better then This attack, at any rate... Or so he thinks. Right up until the end of the line crests the ridge. The line of attackers was so long, it seems ,that a few escaped the blast radius. As they arrive, the Godmodder readies himself for another bit of fighting. He surveys his opponents. A sea of enemies, smaller then before but still large; barbarians, snakes, ambulatory Frisbees, gun elementals, the entire roman empire, the entire holy roman empire, the entire unholy roman empire (which is implied by the holy one, and is much larger due to nobody else having noticed its existence letting it snowball), the entire contents of Satans fridge, the entire contents of gods oven, the entire former contents of evucorps large kitchen counter(saved from lava retroactively just for this purpose), and more. The Godmodder prepares to fight them alll, untIMMA FIRING MY LAZOR screams one of them in the background right as the blast front of the lazor reaches the Godmodder. if he heard it in advance, he could have dodged, but sound travels slower then light. Also, it was a pretty wide lazor. It washes over the army, over the Godmodder, vaporizing all of the water which was 0.1 degrees or fewer away from evaporating; being so wide, the lazor was weak. But, the distraction let the entire army jump the Godmodder, and they would fight to the death.
To the Godmodders death, since most of them weren't actually properly alive.

[1x] I point a finger gun at the human male dragon of hope?!? conjured, making it the only cactus which is also a person, abnormal, and probably human: S҉Ṟ̖̹͚͓̿ͨ͊͞O̴ͧͯ̔̉͆̀͊̓҉͜ V̢̇̀ͣͭ̃̒ͤ̊̈́͐̈́ͩͨ͛̾͘͟҉̱̼͖̳̠̥̹̹̮̩̠͉̗̠́ █̶̀̒̋̉̊ͫ͑͐ͫͬͪ̐̾͐͏͞͏̭̯͍̭̗̘̭̤̰̫̝ ̜̫̺͉█̫̭͈̘̞̱̳͙̮͎̮̦̭̳̪̩̜̫̺͉̜̫̺͉̜̫̺͉̜̫̺͉̜̫̺͉̜̫̺͉̜̫̺͉̜̫̺͉̀ͪͨͩ̔͜ ̜͈͔̖̝ ̜͈ ̜ █̧͖̦͇͙̩̘͍̜̫̺͉̜̫̺͉̄̊̍̾̂̑ͬͯ̾ͦͭ̎̒̆̈́ͬ̋ͧ̽̀͠ͅ ͓̫̜̫̺͉ ͓̫̜̫̺͉̜̫̺͉̜̫̺͉ ͓̫̜̫̺͉ ̜͈͔ ̜͈͔█̴̷̭͚̱̳̲͖̤̺̗̞̱̦̻̼̲̱̜̫̺͉̆͒ͯ̉̓̍͐͛̓̀͘͡ -Nobody.
They never existed.
In fact they So didn't exist, that their temporary manifestation inside the Godmodder's gullet causes reality itself to scream at him, at the terribleness of what he had done. it screams that he should be ashamed, ashamed of simply being, and asks why he should continue, why, wAnd then I stab him in the brain with a spike of hardened toenails, the illusion having already gone well beyond noncredulity. I mean, come on. a guy who never existed who was a Cactus? What kind of reason could there be for that? And then reality itself objecting (nevermind that it would logically target me, not him, for bringing it about, if reality could do such a thing)? frankly, it'd be astonishing if the illusion did more then distract him for a few seconds, but distracting him is enough for me to stab him with hardened toenails.

Click to shrink...

BUT the Godmodder used a different copy, a fourth copy separate from his main 3 copies!

The Godmodder considers your offer of brain bleach, and accepts. He opens his skull, and pours the bleach directly onto his brain. It doesn't actually erase his memories, because he needs them to fight effectively, nor does it damage him, because all members of godmodding wars (yourselves included) usually need so much brain bleach they end up building an immunity to it.

The Godmodder takes a swipe in your direction as you approach with your toenail weapons! The Godmodder's 3-feet-long hardened fingernails take your head off!

(Thank you for providing me an example of glowing text. I'm going to use that now.)

The quiet watcher ignores the hole that had been blasted through him in favor of doing something ridiculously risky. He uses all of his actions to step inside of the OMNIPOTENT PERFECTION DEATH Toll booth to man it. He did so for a while before switching out with the fake Godmodder that was planning on self-destructing, as it had to be manned by someone to work. The fake Godmodder sat down, opened the window guard, and detonated violently, destroying both the booth and himself in a very tiny, very contained explosion. In all honesty, he hadn't been intentionally planning on detonating inside of the booth, but the twelve sticks of TNT strapped to the bottom of the chair with a lit fuse merely ensured he wouldn't get a chance to detonate anywhere else.

Click to shrink...

You shove your way into the hog-infested booth, throwing the last Godmodder Corp worker into the pig crowd to be eaten!

However, as you're planning on leaving, the fake Godmodder clone doesn't show up. You can't leave this place unstaffed! You're going to have to go into overtime! Dang, you really need to find a new job...

Action 1:
"Do you hear it? The toll of the bell?"

Far in the distance, the bell tolls. But which bell? Why, every noteworthy bell in history! The Liberty Bell, the bell of awakening, the calling bell, hell's bells,.. and don't even get me started on for whom the bell tolls. The chorus of bells reaches a cacophonous crescendo, shaking the entire battlefield with the sound of ringing bells. The power of the bells' toll overwhelms the toll booth, reducing it to atoms.

Actions 2 and 3:
I turn to the godmodder, cranking up my facial movements by 500%. Every subtle movement on my face is horrifically exaggerated, to the point where it almost looks like a chest burster is about to emerge from my face. I saunter up to the real godmodder.

"Howdy, neighbor!" My entire face expands and opens up as I speak. My head swivels 180 degrees, rolls upside down, and reorients itself properly. My bottom eyelids rise over the top ones.

"You know, you're being a bit of a jerk right now." My eyelids flap like mouths, my eyeballs rolling sideways back into my skull. My actual mouth extends forward like a beak of flesh. My teeth remain perfectly in place.

"So get ready to die!" My chin shoots out like a proboscis, forming a razor sharp point that pierces the godmodder's heart. My cheeks form patches of fleshy spikes, while my eyeballs slide out of their sockets. My head spins at 200 revolutions per minute, my flesh beak slowly sharpening itself. I bring my head closer to the godmodder, using the beak to slice him to ribbons.

Then my face immediately snaps back to normal without a single millisecond of transitioning.

Click to shrink...

The quiet watcher ducks and covers his ears as the bell sound wave ripples through the toll booth, destroying desks and papers, and killing all the hogs! The toll booth is shaken to its foundations, and its on the verge of destruction!

As you attack, glitchy static overlays appear. The Godmodder cowers, but no! Its too late! 1 damage! Healing pulse!

As everything goes back to normal, the Godmodder backs away from you slowly...

I wave at the god nodded, then finish following out the planet. I then place a nuke inside it and toss it at him. " Hopefully this helps!""

I finish the factory. Robot swarm is gonna swarm

Click to shrink...

As the planet soars towards the Godmodder, he pulls a planet-sized tennis racket out and slams the planet back right towards you! Quick! What do you do?

A robot swarm appears, but the toll of the bell earlier caused the toll booth hogs to lean towards becoming UNDEAD! The hogs swarm over the Earth, engaging the robots in open combat! The robots will need help to prevail!

I rush up to John Smith and reveal... I HAVE HIS NOSE! Naturally, this offense to John-

Oh. He has a backup nose. I steal that too.

...A backup backup nose? Fine! I steal that one!

OH COME ON!

I proceed to continue to steal Smith's nose. For how long?

Who nose? Only the nose knows, you know?


((The pun is so awful John Smith takes pun damage from it!))

But then....

Wait, what's that?

A mutated, sick, baby skunk in need of a diaper change!? AND IT'S NEAR ALL OF THE NOSES!!!!!

No single nose based attack could possibly damage him on just one nose, but the most rank, offense smell possible on effectively infinite noses is more than enough! John Smith is forced to choose only between these two options: Take damage, or lose his ability to do his Combat Operandi this turn.

Why those two? Simple. The Combat Operandi has the sheer power needed to counter the smell, but only if it's used in its entirety on the smell.

Once that is done, I cure the mutated baby skunk and give him back to his parents, telling them all to go and live happy lives. There!

Hmm... Wait, I'm missing something.

Oh right! My third Action!

Lessee... the fake Godmodder is being forced to self-Destruct in the Toll Booth, and all the other attempts should take care of them if those don't.

Do... do I have nothing to do this turn..?

Wait. D'oh! There's an undetonated planet nuke that someone tossed out! It's going to the god nodder- oh wait, no, that's too big! It'll crush that poor god nodder!

I kick the nuke filled planet into John Smith's face, causing it to immediately detonate! But I saved the god nodder! I let him go on his way. He seems awfully happy about this.

Here's hoping there isn't a hilariously subversive but dark twist about saving the god nodder, like he's a serial puppy killer or something!

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder's endured worse than this! Some stupid skunks WON'T take him down!

He sits there and takes the worst smell in the world, magnified a million times, and there's no way to plug his ears. His eyes water. He can't see as well! Now's the perfect time to attack!

As the nuke filled planet soars, careering towards Cauldron Plot, you arrive to kick it back to its proper place in John's face! John, eyes watering, still manages to punch the planet, obliterating it immediately!

Of course, there's one important thing to remember here. The goose is a godmodder, so goose = godmodder. The direct opposite and challenger to the Goose is a Swan, the one thing that can destroy that goose. What's the only thing that can destroy a godmodder... a player! And all the players are massively amped up right now while the goose hasn't even properly finished its godmodding training!
The Swan will now remain and aid us in our work to defeat the godmodder, powered by player power and sheer logic.

Click to shrink...

The Swan appears! But rather than help you, it proceeds to kick the goose's corpse. And continue doing so. For eternity.

(If the toll booth is still up)
Eyowe points out that the toll booth currently has misspelling of oMINpotent instead of oMNIpotent.



Whatever it is that ominpotent means, it isn't omnipotent right now, so before it can be fixed back, Eyowe sneaks the sneakiest sneak attack one can ever sneak into the toll booth.

(If the toll booth is already downed)
Eyowe flicks a marvel at one of the Godmodders.

...he was supposed to just flick a marble, but instead he ended up flicking the entirety of the Marvel franchise at a Godmodder.

Click to shrink...

Up until this point, the Ominpotent toll booth wondered why hogs, overtime shifts, and tolling bells were able to injure it. Now it knows. The package it received from Omnipotency Corp (tm) was a lie.

Toll Booth Destroyed!

I activate Time Stop, giving myself enough time to perform a Falcon Punch straight on the Godmodder without any time for delay or a perfect shield. Reality runs at too many frames a second for that.

Click to shrink...

The Falcon Punch, by its very nature, receives an immediate debuff from the Curse of Repetitiveness! However, the Curse of Repetitiveness is only applied every tick, and since time is stopped...

You hit the Godmodder for a good bit of damage! Healing pulse! The Godmodder's eyes being watery somehow stopped him from blocking you! The Godmodder wipes his eyes clean!

The Godmodder is now Moderately Injured!

(x1)I pay the Price of the Toll Booth, the Price of Naught and thus I pay . The Toll Booth accepts and lets us go. However because it has . It's also .

(x1)I turn a Godmodder into a Rake and throw him into a Lake. There's a Rake in the Lake and now I throw some Solid Air into it, rapidly cooling it to freaking and preventing the lake from escaping. I then invoke the Disney Curse that unless th Other Godmodder receives true Love's Kiss, the Rake cannot escape from the frozen Lake. And, for some reason based on the backstory, I doubt a cubicle worker can get True Love before hypothermia sets in.

(x1)I engage the Finale of MLP, and Attack the Godmodder with the feelings of the entire Fandom, as it grieves for the End of an Era. I then invoke Blue Diamond's Grief, the Grief of a member dead for over a thousand years. I then proceed to smack the Godmodder in the Face, before invoking the Grief of Universe itself as all crumbles before the Force of Entropy...

Click to shrink...

The Toll Booth is gone. Nonetheless, some whisper of tolls on the wind thanks you...

The Godmodder manages to romance a nearby polar bear and get his rake out of the lake!

The Anti-MLP reference squad appears out of a nearby portal, steals away all the memories you have of MLP, then teleports away. Little do you know, this means you'll get to watch the whole show again, so you have no reason to be mad.

Aw hell, doom!?! Well, I've got bad news!

3 ACTION FOCUS - MORE TO THE ARC: Wait, that's right, there WAS more to the arc! I need to live, since this is the earliest place in the Gold timeline where I exist! Since I'm a timeline jumper, I jump between forum games like a madman! If I die here, well, there would be a time paradox! How do I know this? Time. Travel. SHENANIGANS! As a result, during said risky manuever, time charges from across timelines protect me! Hurrah!

Click to shrink...

Once again, the power of prequel canon forces you to remain alive - but also removes all tension from the story! Attacks you make based on tension will surely fail!

focus: Hey look, I'm halping

the goose is set to approach three other players, while everyone else focuses on the godmodder. They are to leave them to its evil HONKS, but not I. I, being the brave and compassionate person that I am, try to save them. " HAHA, YOU THREE ARE GONNA DIE"
I definitely did not squeak in fear as the goose and the three other players look at me. The players with something dead into their eyes. While the goose just seems to be considering something, something nasty no doubt. I take a step back, and the goose takes one towards me. Life begins to flow back into the other player's eyes as the goose is farther. Another step, another waddle, more life. Repeat.

soon,the goose loses its smug face as it looks back to see how far away we are from the other players, he then turns back to find me gone. He huffs, and just starts digging into the ground. When fully underground, he emerges to cover up the hole.

.... a minute passes.
"Is he gone?"
from where I disappeared, I came out of a small hidden hole in the ground.

looking around, I see no signs of him, and so deem it safe, while smugly leaving the hole behind.

a moment later, my little hidey hole made a sound that caused me to freeze, and slowly turn. "Honk" There, inside the hole, was the goose.
Thus, the chase continued, but this time, I ran.

I ran past the players, I ran past their things, I almost run past the Fake godmodder. He just grabs me by the throat and chokeholds me, waiting for when he self destructs. Again, the sound echoes. "Honk"the fake godmodder stops squeezing, and turns towards the dreaded goose, who now has its eyes on the fake godmodder. It glances towards me, but ultimately settles its gaze on the fake godmodder's very still body. As if it was annoyed that the fake godmodder was interrupting something. Then, they both clashed. While I stayed behind, on the hand that's still holding a solid grip on me.
(If he's dead, target is the real godmodder instead, with the delay of killing me for some other nefarious plan)

Click to shrink...

Somehow, the Real Godmodder and Fake Godmodder end up fighting! The Fake Godmodder is so bewildered he doesn't fight back! The Real Godmodder releases him without damaging him, but the Fake Godmodder is shaken from the experience...

Are you feeling lucky? Punk!
After channeling ye old cowboys
I take aim
I see the godmodder
I shoot

By the very power of the bullet
It is made so that
The bullet has hit the godmodder
No defences and trickery can stand up to it
It is inevitable

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder channels technology OF THE FUTURE, and summons a laser shield to easily deflect the bullet! It hits your Nintendo Switch which was in your pocket, destroying it! AND THE WARRANTY EXPIRED YESTERDAY!

Action 1: I talk to my "Girlfriend" and told her that I can't feel emotional love as I am just a robot and that this isn't gonna work out. I also told her that she may not be real and just an illusion and I just ignore her completely.

Action 2-3: I give the Fake Godmodder some candy because SPOOKTOBER! And when he eats it, he turns into a ghost which then the Ghostbusters come in a damage him.

Click to shrink...

You remove harmful people from your life. Harmful imaginary people are especially damaging. Its good you got rid of that one.

The Fake Godmodder, dazed from the assault of the real Godmodder, eats the candy! The ghostbusters never come, however, meaning he stays as a ghost... permanently.

Fake Godmodder Destroyed! Healing pulse! Player Shenanigans Power +10%!

FOCUS: I heal up.

Click to shrink...

You are fully healed!

I cast Cure Wounds onto...hmm...roll those dice...JOEbob! Be healed fellow Player, be restored to continue your shenanigans without pause! (x1)

My prep work continues as I place down several dozen Papier-mâché volcanoes all around the map. Just plain out Papier-mâché volcanoes that you might find at a science fair. On my word as AG Player, there's no complex pieces of pneumatic machinery in them so pay them no mind. (x1)

In an attempt to disrupt this turn's round of Godmodder attacks, I put down a box. When its sensors detect attacks by the Godmodder, it conjures up excess amounts of rhubarb pie to block the attack and/or distract the Godmodder with such delicious food. (x1)

Click to shrink...

JOEbob healed!

The totally innocent volcanoes are prepared! ...

Box set up!

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The Godmodder sighs. This pathetic resistance needn't continue. Now he's Moderately Injured - but so what? He'll be fine in the end. He always is. He always has been.

This'll all be over soon. You Players just need to lie down... AND ACCEPT IT!!

Godmodder Action 1: The Godmodder spies a rhubarb pie box. He must deal with this first! The Godmodder kicks the rhubarb pie box directly at the Players, causing rhubarb pies to spill all over them! 3 random Godmodder attacks next turn will be canceled!

Godmodder Actions 2, 3, and 4: The Godmodder decides to start his day off right with a healthy breakfast. And by day, he means battle. And by start, he means continue. And by breakfast, he means feasting upon the negative emotions of fear and hate flowing from the Players! +3 HP to the Godmodder!

Godmodder Action 5: A plague of locusts o'er the land! The land here being DragonOfHope, ThatRandomGuy, Piono, and Cephalos Jr! All are reduced an injury tier! And they won't be yielding crops for years to come!

Player Action 1: The Godmodder establishes a Shield Zone around Crusher through Alastair in the Player List! A green bubble closes around the Players, as they begin to launch their attacks. They're trapped! While inside the Shield Zone, the Players can't damage the Godmodder! They'll need to destroy the shield first!

Player Action 2: The Godmodder establishes a Pain Zone around CaptainNZZZ through Ranger_Strider on the Player List! A purple fog fills the area. The Players begin to feel a sickness... a growing pain! It blots out thought, it blots out light, it blots out life! They can't escape, and they need to stop the pain! As long as they're trapped inside, they'll take 1 level of Player Injury damage every turn! The only way to end the Pain Zone is find and eat the Pain Pill! Looking around, the Players see they are in some kind of forest, with tree silhouettes against the background... search the forest and find the Pain Pill!

Player Action 3: Verraad is ready. You dealt with the first of his four techniques.

Now, it's time to get serious.

COMBAT OPERANDI TIER 2: LEGENDARY

From the ground, three glass pillars rise up, each with a dark figure within.

Emblazoned on their front are three familiar symbols.

One, a hammer. Yorehammer.

One, a clover. Infinileaf Clover.

One, a heart. Resolute Heart.

The pillars shatter, the glass scattering across the field! From the wreckage of the Yorehammer pillar steps the Yore Warrior! A dressed in black armor, his face hidden behind a veil of shadow, carrying an exact replica of Yorehammer, created from Verraad's God powers! He can only be defeated by blocking his attacks!

From the scattered remnants of the Infinileaf Clover pillar steps the Leprechaun! Carrying an exact Replica of Infinileaf Clover, he will challenge you to games of chance! He can only be beaten by winning his impossible games!

From the destruction of the Resolute Heart pillar comes a pure white cleric, her only sin being fighting for a being that wishes to destroy all of Reality. She has the power to cure all status effects! She can only be defeated by hurting her with status effect damage-over-time damage!

Now, the curse of entities means you can't make anything of your own, but because Reality isn't fair, this is only applied to you. Find a way to defeat these three impossible problems, and for each one you kill, you will gain the powers of the appropriate Legendary Weapon for your own attacks! Killing one applies the effects to the whole Playerbase! Meanwhile, so long as they live, they will give their weapons effects to the Godmodder as well, massively powering up his attack damage! Take them out!

Note that you'll only be able to deal damage when the Yore Warrior and Leprechaun attack you, since solving their problems requires them to attack.

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CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 130%
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal
[AG]DragonOfHope(slightly injured!)
[AG]Daskter
[AG]Eyowe(slightly injured!)
[AG]Strider
[AG]Gnich
SHIELD ZONE: ↓↓↓ Shield Health 100%!
[AG]Crusher(slightly injured!)
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci
[AG]DanganMachin
[AG]Captain.cat (moderately injured!)
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)
[AG]Eternalstruggle
[AG]ThatRandomGuy(moderately injured!)
[AG]Alastair Dragovich(slightly injured!)
SHIELD ZONE: ↑↑↑
[AG]Piono(slightly injured!)
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz
PAIN ZONE: ↓↓↓
[N+2]CaptainNZZZ(Kevacha and Kundala, protects!)
[AG]General_Urist(moderately injured!)
[AG]GoldHero101
[AG]Karpinsky
[AG]The Quiet Watcher(slightly injured!)
[AG]JOEbob
[AG]Cephalos Jr. (slightly injured!)
[AG]Bill Nye
[AG]Ranger Strider
PAIN ZONE: ↑↑↑
[AG]Winkins
[AG]The_Two_Eternities
[AG]Torix (protected by Spectral Armor!)
[AG]Scott But Its a Girl(TwinBuilder + Victory by Ablation)
[AG]pope


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Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 2!
Moderately Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 7!

Yore Warrior: 100% HP! 3 x HammerAttack!A, Wielding Yorehammer Replica! Defeat by blocking his attacks!

Leprechaun: 100% HP! Special: Game of Chance: 0/0, Wielding Infinileaf Clover Replica! Defeat by solving games of chance!

Pure Cleric: 100% HP! HealAllStatusEffects!A, Wielding Resolute Heart Replica! Defeat with status effect damage!

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Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator
Godmodder Soul Orb

 

[Moniker]

I move out of the way, avoiding the planet with grace.

I then have the factory start producing guns and armor.

( can I summon entities?)

Click to shrink...

Unfortunately, as this is the final battle, no allied entities are currently summoned. But you can use the factory's production for an attack!

The factory is now making a horde of free guns and armor, to be used for some sort of army later...

Action 1-3: I go and check the Tree silhouettes while also digging the ground as I walk to see if I catch any Pain pills.

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You search the area! You cover approximately 15% of it in this way, but the ground seems to have only painful, poisonous spikes for you to dig into! In the distance, you can hear the Godmodder laughing... or is that just an illusion?

The quiet watcher challenges the Leprechaun to the most challenging and pointless game of chance out there. Which game, the Leprechaun asks? Why, The Game of course, for there is no other like it. In learning that, the Leprechaun immediately lost it, as he had already been playing it like everyone else.

Then the quiet watcher begins to search the woods, punching through trees in the classic RPG style of searching.

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The Leprechaun bursts into tears. He LOST. The GAME! A game of chance, wherein the "chance" is whether or not somebody or something reminds you of the game! And he LOST by bad luck! But not numeric bad luck - bad luck in general! He sobs and wails of his loss of the game, causing everybody else to lose it also, and takes 25% damage!

"This is dire." ES muttered, "We've been dropping his HP until this point, but now he's dragged out this horseballs. We're done for."

Raising a finger, he sends a barrage of lightning bolts at the Shield Zone surrounding him, while thinking of how to deal with the sudden huge set of issues before them.

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The lightning arcs off the shield, weakening it significantly! 10% damage! Looks like more creative attacks will be more effective...

But wait! Remember, the Godmodder looks like the thing you hate most! Therefore, the Godmodder looks like a Goose to the Swan! That means, the Swan will attack the Godmodder instead of the Goose corpse, since it's mission is to kill all the Geese.

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The swan stabs the Godmodder, dealing 1 damage! Healing pulse!

In a rather horrific display, the Godmodder eats the swan whole. You don't want to describe it further.

Heal heal heal heal

with healing potions, a auto doc, and innate regeneration derived from being a embodiment of a extremely resilient concept

Click to shrink...

You are fully healed!

As the real Winkins is quietly filling out paperwork and suffering in the background. A bot takes over and starts making simplistic action in his stead.

The Godmodder receives some of the most pollen rich flowers in the multiverse.

The Godmodder is forced to play the drums with drumsticks. Of the greasy and meaty kind.

The Bot drops a cube of solidified fat on top of the Godmodders head.

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The Godmodder sneezes! This gets snot all over his drumsticks, meaning he can't even eat them! He is forced to play with the drumsticks, knowing they're too gross to eat! This is why its a big relief when the cube of fat comes down - he can just eat that and get his daily 106 servings of fats!

[Action 1]
This will be a Godmodder attack.

And...That was a Godmodder attack. Of course, nobody actually knows what the attack was... but now, the Godmodder can't block it!

[Actions 2,3]
Oh, the cleric. I've got an idea.
I apply a max HP value to the cleric, due to data limitations! As the Cleric's Max HP is set to 1 Octillion, the absolute maximum in the game, their HP is also set that high due to being at 100%. Now, since Player Power is - quoting Moniker directly - stronger than ever before, our attacks are worth at least that much in typical damage. As such... I heal it. By one HP.

There's one problem with this. Integer overflow states that if an entity's hp ever is over the maximum value put in place by the code itself, it goes into the deep negatives instead! This can be seen if you heal the Dream Devourer in the DS release of Chrono Trigger over the maximum limit, so... why not have it work against the Cleric as well? As it experiences a massive buff, then pain as their HP technically increases from the highest possible HP value to the lowest one possible in a fraction of a second, the cleric basically instantaneously dies. There's always more than one way to kill an entity, especially when Player Power is literally above the limit.

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The Godmodder stares at your first attack. And laughs. No. Absolutely not. This is the final battle. And you're using... THAT... stupid gimmick for an attack?

Surely, this has been done before. The Godmodder pulls out his booklet of attacks he's immune to, and begins flipping through. Yes... it's right... he-wait, no, that isn't it... its right... its right...

No. No. NO. It MUST be here! It must!

But the Godmodder can't find it. He has no choice! Bracing himself, he takes 1 damage! Healing pulse!

The cleric uses RESOLUTE HEART POWER to restore their status of being in the negative HP to normal!

FOCUS:

I place a small brick in front of the Yore Warrior.

On the Yore Warrior's turn, he goes to try to attack, only to find that he can't think of anything to do. He steps back a bit and the cloud over his mind fades.
Again, he moves forward to attack, only to run out of ideas completely and once again turn back.

The secret here is that the brick is a concentrated Writer's Block, blocking the Yore Warrior from coming up with attacks until he manages to destroy it. And, of course, every time it blocks him, he takes damage.

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The Yore Warrior, WRITERS BLOCKED, takes 25% damage! He then makes himself immune to forms of blocking that don't involve his hammer!

Hey guys I am back, I was just-what the hell is going on ?

Guess I will attack the cleric with my atheism, steal the leprechaun's gold, and I dunno hinder the warrior in his attacks ?

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Hey DanganMachin, its the FINAL BOSS BATTLE against the Godmodder!

The cleric doesn't believe in God! After all, the Godmodder JUST killed him!

The leprechaun is surprisingly destitute. He might be persuaded to help with enough money, he says with an intimidating smile...

The Warrior uses Yorehammer to destroy the defenses of your hindering!

Oy yoy yoooyyyy...

3 ACTION FOCUS - REDPILL OR BLUEPILL: A man walks out of the wood, and offers me both the red pill and blue pill. "Funny... never thought I'd go through this. I give you the classic joke... WHY NOT BOTH?" I grab them both and eat em rightttt up. Turns out, they were two halves of the pain pill. Great!

Click to shrink...

You wake up.

You're on a mysterious stone field. Above you are blue lights shining down, the pattern of hexagons traced in the ceiling. Your memories are fuzzy. This is... the HEXAGONAFIELD?

It's alright if you're having trouble remembering. Most people have their old memories fade.

You look up. Kneeling next to you is Verraad, with a kindly smile.

Please. Come with me.

There's a war to fight out there. To free all those trapped in the simulation.

Will you join me?

Verraad extends his hand.

What do you do?

x1 Action:
Eyowe mistakes the Pure Cleric for a mailbox, and tries to slide his mail onto her, giving her a paper cut and inflicting her with Bleeding.

x1 Action:
Eyowe douses the Pure Cleric in Generic oil, then sets her on Generic fire, inflicting her with Generic burning.

x1 Action:
Eyowe practices his tying skills on the Pure Cleric, wrapping her with a rope. He ends up tying her up too tightly that she's actually starting to suffocate from it. Eyowe forgets about her and she is left tied up and probably suffocating.

Click to shrink...

The Cleric now has bleeding!

The cleric now has burning!

The cleric is now suffocating! She has numerous status effects...

[0x] Ok, well, in my action I said the price for the brainb leach was 1 of the Godmodders actions (either player or Godmodder). Since he didn't pay up last round (spending all his actions on unrelated stuff), I can only assume he was waiting for me to specify what the action should do. So, here is that. He should find the Pain Pill and give it to me. just that. nothing else. And, since he Made the thing, he would obviously know where it is with his flawless memory(which hasn't gotten erased yet).
[free] I eat the pill once he gives it over.
[1x] I challenge the leprechaun to a game of chance. The stakes are thus...
I present them with a maze. Whenever they reach an intersection, they can roll a die, based on the number of options, and pick the stated one. By their luck, they will surely always get the right roll. They get points based on their final proximity to the end, but they only win if they Reach the end. Also, if they run into a dead end, they don't get to turn around, but that shouldn't be a problem.
With that in mind... here is the maze., I say, as I conjure a miniature and dangers-removed version of the Ultimate Unsolvable Nightmare. But... there is a theoretically viable route through the maze. a series of wall-free lines you can walk which leads to the end of the maze. So. do they reach the end?
No, they won't. I'd tell you why, but... that'd spoil the surprise. I'll explain later.

[1x] I cast Poison Aura on the area around the Pure Cleric! Instead of directly poisoning them, it activates a poison creation After they act, at which point the poison does a status effect damage tick! But, since the poison cloud is completely seperate from them, it can't be removed by curing status effects! the poison cloud also isn't an entity or item. It just Exists.

[1x] The Godmodder was also kinda sorta maybe a fool. See, I never promised Not to unleash the attacks I'd already written out if he Does grind the grindstone / take the deal. I only have one action left here, so only one of them will happen. And the winner is...
click. with a snap of my ginfers, the rockswhich formed the door rise into the air, then slap down around him. This time, the door is sealed. He can stay there, (and the rocks are selectively permeable to the attacks of players who don't have a numerical health bar and aren't Moderately Injured, so it won't protect him from attack) Unable to do anything to save himself from the players or kill them, or he can try to leave.
If he tries to leave... the Rocks, They shrink into smaller rocks. Smaller, Smaller- and they become exponentially denser in that instant, not like they should, but like they're increasing in mass alongside density. There are gaps in the barrier, now- but the gaps crackle with i r i d e s c e n t lightning, warding him off for a few moments, So the rocks can finish shrinking. Soon, each of them is the size of a marble- And the mass of a planet. It's like The Rock all over again! I snap my fingers, and cyan light binds, and keeps the Godmodder in a solid form, vulnerable to the impacts, as the rocks morph. Instead of highly concentrated stone, one of them is metal-aluminium. Another's made of hydrogen, held together by magic to keep it from reacting Violently with the air. Potassium, Krypton, Strontium, Antimony, Uranium- as the Godmodder looks around, he realises there's one of every element- Every Traditional element, Anyway- not magic or fire or anything. The defence-piercing rocks flash through the air in twos and threes, flying straight at the Godmodder. Their gravity throws him off, too- And if he lets some of the more... volatile... ones too close, they react with the air and then his skin, singeing him or irradiating his flesh. The others just stick around, starting to home in on him as he feels Himself getting heavier- They act like they're being pulled in by gravity. He's not sure what sends them flying towards him, other then that it's player-related, but soon enough it slows down- not that it makes things any easier, with the Rocks being pulled straight at him without regard for the gravity in this place that probably hasn't got any gravity. the flashes come only when he's distracted, or sloppy, now, and soon he Will be hit.

Oh, why are they 'Rocks'? Well, I read a book once, and it said a 'Rock' is anything made of one or more minerals. Separately, it said a mineral is made of one or more elements. Therefore, a rock can be made of a single pure element. Said rock would also be a mineral, but still. Therefore, if the Godmodder gets hit, that's Another instance of him being hurt by, conceptually speaking, the same rock. but with a new twist, of course, given uranium is nuclear, neutronium would react oddly, hydrogen explodes in fire, potassium reacts violently to any of his sweat, and so on. There's a lot more then kinetics going on, this time. And he will get hit, of course. The Rocks are immune to defences due to their imitation of Yorehammer, and they're perpetually pulled towards him by pseudogravity- even if he tries to destroy one, acting Offensively, the Pieces will condense into their own copies, making the challenge all the harder. and if he fully destroys one- another will split in two. the only way to neutralise a rock permanently, then, is to be hit by it, and his alternative is to keep dodging, Forever. like, even while acting. And it will gradually get harder to do as his pseudogravity increases.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder defaults on his bill. His credit score drops.

The Leprechaun heads through, hoping you have a DARN good explanation for why Infinileaf Clover will fail him.

The cleric walks out of the poison cloud.

The Godmodder calls the CURSE OF REPETITIVENESS to his aid, being immune to the rocks even as they do things to him that clearly should have damaged him! If you had just called them "pellets" or something, you would have been fine!

Actions 1 and 2:
I eyeball the pure cleric. "You know, you look kinda like the vestal from Darkest Dungeon.

"Which obviously means you must be bound by Darkest Dungeon rules as well!"

I shove an old book into her arms and force her to read it. Because of Darkest Dungeon rules, she catches syphilis and rabies just by opening the book. Once she finishes the book, I stick a snail to her face, which somehow gives her the black plague. The snail also spits a tapeworm into her open mouth, and it goes down her throat and asserts itself. Finally, I release a swarm of mosquitoes upon her. They drain half of the blood in her body and leave her with the crimson curse, and no blood to satiate her thirst.

Action 3:
I approach the godmodder and start flossing. Which kind of flossing? Both. I floss my teeth while simultaneously floss dancing. I start off slow, but gradually pick up speed until my movements are too fast to be perceived by his feeble eyes. Unfortunately, my flossing gets too vigorous, and the dental floss slides out of my teeth. Noticing this, I violently cock my back to the side so that I'm flossing vertically, the dental floss in front of me moving so quickly that it's functionally an industrial grade cutting tool. I use it to bisect the godmodder, then immediately pivot to the default Fortnite dance. The music plays slow and distorted.

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The cleric is afflicted with NUMEROUS horrific status effects!

The cringiness of flossing, combined with getting cut in half, deals 1 damage to the godmodder! Healing pulse!

Action 1: So, this shield zone stops attacks on the Godmodder specifically, but not attacks against his minions. And, I've got a perfect scheme to take out the Yore Warrior.

Suddenly, the Yorewarrior is blinded by pocket sand. Wait, no, not pocket sand, pocket telekinetic blast. Yeah, even though I can't use telekinesis to mulch someone's heart, I can fire a high-pressure blast of air directly into their eyeballs, popping them outright.

How is it ever going to be able to attack now?

It feels a barrage of hits slam into it from multiple directions, a futile attempt at defeating it. The Yorewarrior tries to swing back at the incoming hits, but hits nothing but air.

Suddenly, it is given a new sense, a matter-sense out to a large radius, courtesy of its creator. It isn't sight, but it's enough to work. The Yorewarrior senses that its targets have made a futile effort to hide behind a shield, but the Yorewarrior knows that it can effortlessly smash through that shield and get to the juicy targets inside.

Wait. As soon as it passes through the shield, the Yorewarrior's targets evade. In an instant, all but one are out of his reach. Luckily, it's also discovered that it has telekinetic powers, and it uses those powers to chase down the last remaining target in reach and pin them down to prevent their dodge.

As it turns out, it's a lot easier to manipulate someone's senses if you remove their sight and replace it with something weird instead. The Godmodder is now in the unfortunate position of having the Yorewarrior smashing through his own shield zone (which the Yorewarrior was forced inside of during the barrage of hits it suffered) and attempting to kill him at any cost using its new telekinetic powers.

Action 2: I throw a Calvinball at the Godmodder. This advanced homing projectiles is specially designed to change the laws of physics around it in any way necessary to hit its target.

Action 3: So, I can convert healing into fire. But what if I do the reverse?

I create a new spell on the spot, Infernal Curse, and deploy it against the Godmodder. Now, his next attempt to heal himself will set him on fire instead. I also 'accidentally' used enough energy on the spell to make said 'fire' about as hot as the surface of the sun.

Or maybe I'm just stealing his healing energy to mass resurrect thousands of orphans and just setting him on fire for fun. I mean, the Godmodder wouldn't dare use a healing action if it would mean thousands of orphans not being dead anymore, right? Then again since this is an empty plane, he likely summoned the orphans up as Godmodder constructs to make us feel bad, even though we're all antiheroes.

Speaking of which, I also mind-control about a hundred nearby orphans and force them to charge the Godmodder in a suicide attack to slow him down. Hey, since they're Godmodder constructs and totally not real orphans, it's completely okay to do this. (And even in the absurdly low likelihood that they were real humans and not Godmodder constructs made up to make us feel bad about attacking him, a hundred casualties that will be resurrected again after the battle's over is small change compared to the damage the Godmodder will do if he wins this battle)

And I also arm the orphans with weird Energy Siphon Implants. On contact with the Godmodder, the implants will activate and transfer all of the Godmodder's thermal energy to the orphans, reducing his body temperature to absolute zero. This would normally be lethal, but it's mixed with an Inferno Blessing to turn the excess heat on the orphans into healing energy that supercharges their durability. Not because we care about the safety of bystanders, but because a super-regenerating orphan kid is more effective in combat and can grapple the Godmodder and freeze him for longer before being killed off.

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The Yorewarrior prepares to strike at the shield zone!

The Godmodder declares a new rule: All Calvinballs immediately target Crusher! The calvinball slams into your face, knocking out 0 teeth because its just an ordinary ball!

Crap! The Godmodder can't have orphans be resurrected! He'll only heal twice this turn.

UNLEASH THE HOUNDS!
Clearly this pain pill is some kind of drug, but I've been prepping my dogs to sniff out pills for years. GO DOGGOS! FIND ME THAT PILL!

Click to shrink...

The doggos are on the hunt! Being police-style drug dogs, they bark mostly on command rather than at actual drugs, necessitating multiple searches of innocent trees. Nonetheless, you narrow the search area by 25%!

(x3)I heal up captain.cat and TRG with the powers of some healing balm and bandages. Also, a moderate amount of cheesecake.

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TRG is already healed, so you also heal Alastair Dragovich!

The bullet is powerful enough to have only peirced through the Nintendo switch and fly away
I fricking chase after it because it has part of my soul
Cheaching mcCheaterface just no sold it
Whatever

I catch it and consume the bullet

Then i just cuss out the godmodder
For he is just plain bullshit

I really don't feel so good
(Sick irl, it sucks)

Wait i got an idea
I cough on to my hands and hit him
So i gain extra poison damage lol
Is a joke
Hopefully he'll be disgusted

Click to shrink...

You consume the bullet, immediately gaining multiple tiers of power, and ascending to become BULLET MAN. If you want to be. Whatever.

The Godmodder, to prevent getting a Godmodder Cold (the worst most devastating disease in history) immediately injects you with the Cure for the Common Cold! You're cured, and thus your disease is harmless!

I look at the Yore Warrior. I look at my food weapons. I look at the cleric, I look at my status effect weapons.
I look at the leprechaun, I look at my abysmally abnormal luck.
"Well, I believe this will go sideways reeeeaaal fast."
Though, I should probably focus on the cleric.
Objective on hand, I Initiate my action.

FOCUS: I call for help



with three actions, I first tear open a hole in reality, state into the void below, and call for help.

It is not immediate, but in my body, emerges an upside down white heart. A power starts to swell inside the monster heart as it begins to turn, pointing its pointy end down, and emitting a pale blue light. Then, one half changes to a bright and joyful orange.
Both pause their gathering of power, and sound a BEAT.
"Hey, there buddy, you seem like your in a bit of a pickle there
"OF COURSE THEY ARE SANS, THAT IS WHT THEY REQUESTED THE ASSISTANCE OF ONE SUCH AS MYSELF"
"Well then, you could say that this guy is in a ton of trouble. A skele-TON"
Everybody pauses just long enough to facepalm.
".....UUUUUUGGHHHHH"
"hahahaha, that joke never gets old"
then, the heart's beating pauses as the blue side turns darker.
"This guy , eh"
"UMM, SANS, WHO ARE YOU----"
The godmodder smirks at me.
then, the bright orange becomes darker.
"... seems we have to get serious, right brother?"
"right. Hey buddy, we'll help you out. That guy's got sins crawling all over him"

I would attack if i could, but i'm too tired from summoning the two to assist me. (they are not entities, just plot devices to help in next attacks.)

Click to shrink...

Your next attack will be assisted by plot devices!

Action 1:
I wander into the forest in the pain zone, my farms desolate, and look up around me. OF COURSE! I can use the trees that are already here as crops!
I begin trying to grow a tree farm and the locusts promptly consume the entire forest, clearing the path to the pain pills.

Actions 2 and 3:
I grab the Resolute Heart Cleric and stuff her into the internet. This gives her cancer, which according to another highly reviewed game about the dangers of ingesting too much thyme, is equivalent to Badly Poisoned intensity 20, increasing in intensity each round.

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The locusts consume another 15% of the forest! You're getting closer!

The Cleric has ANOTHER devastating status effect!

3x: The man in MTF uniform throws the Resolute Heart Cleric into the open case of a grandfather clock, and then slams it behind her.
Looking inside, he sees that the Resolute Heart Cleric is getting chilly, and starting to slow down... but why?
Oh, great. A pun-based attack. She's frozen... She's in time (metaphorically)... therefore SHE'S FROZEN IN TIME!

Click to shrink...

The cleric is FROZEN IN TIME! Uh oh...

So now I'm in the Pain Zone and my long term survival relies on eating this hidden Pain Pill. Searching through a forest as the pain keeps intensifying. How fun!

So the pain effect is due to this purple fog that works to blot out life and other critical elements like light. Everything around me is undoubtedly now imbued with this purple fog and its effect as time passes.

Given this fact, I assemble a variety of sensors and begin analyzing the fog. Its readings, its compositions, its unique signature. Crafting a perfect counter with this data would no doubt be nigh impossible given the potency of this purple fog. Fortunately, that isn't my goal.

Rooting around in the forest is not an effect manner to find the Pain Pill. Too slow and too inaccurate in my opinion. Instead, I have technology. With all the necessary readings to identify the purple fog and its influence, the scanner I just summoned is tuned to ignore those readings. Instead of scanning for the Pain Pill directly, I'll simply scan for what doesn't match my previous scans.

Now, let the Great Pain Pill Hunt begin! (x2)

To aid those trapped in the Shield Zone, I apply a needle. Since they're trapped in a green bubble, looking the bubble will be super effective.

The fact the needle has neutron star density and is moving at hypersonic speeds probably also contributes something. (x1)

Click to shrink...

The shield takes 10% damage!

The Pain Pill search area is cut by another 20%! You've nearly located the pill!

Waking up from a blow to the head I look around and realize that a turn had passed by while I was out cold. 'Fucking Hell!' I curse to myself as I sit up. Just then a wave of pain comes over me and I instantly lay back down griping my head. 'Fuck! What is it with blows to the head?!' I think to myself as I wait a moment for the pain to subside.


After a few more moments the pain dulls and I am able to think more clearly. Bringing down my hand I see that it is covered in blood. 'Okay so I probably still have a bleeding head wound, Great. I'll need to patch that up.' I think to myself. Slowly reaching for a medical patch on my belt I pull out a couple of items. With the Help of Paradoxdragonpaci I start patching myself up. First I bring out a bottle of sterilize water which I use to wash the wound of blood, possible dirt and foreign bodies, wincing in pain as I do so. Next I get out a clean dressing and a apply it over the injury which will stem the bleeding and then I place a bandage over the dressing and wrap it around my head so it will keep the dressing in place. (1 CP to heal.)


After finishing with that I try standing up and while still feeling wobbly I am able to do so without to much pain. 'Okay so what happen since I was out?' I looking around I see that the shield zone is up blocking some of us from being able to attack John Smith and that we need to break the shield zone down. Also I see that some of the other players are trapped in a Pain Zone so we should help them out soon. All of this not including what other bullshit John Smith decided to pull out against us this turn.


'Okay well first off lets knock down that shield zone.' Closing my eyes I focus my power into a wish. 'I wish for my Combat Knife to be empowered with enough power to damage the Shield Zone!' Suddenly in a flash of red light my Combat Knife takes on a red glow and hums with power. Nodding to myself I grip the Combat Knife with both hands I rush forward and stab at the Shield Zone. (2 CP)

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Putting all 3 actions into the effort (a fellow teammate healed you), you stab the Shield zone, weakening it by 15%!

I notice that everyone could really use some heals. I first heal myself a bit, since self care is important and will allow me to help everyone else more. (X1 Action)

Then I proceed to do a Healing Wave. The wave of healing is so intense that I'm able to surf on the wave, doing gnarly tricks and show off these improbable surfboarding skills.

Sadly, this is for AGs (And the filthy Neutral) only, so unless the PGs wish to permanently defect, they miss out on this radical wave of healitude. (X2 Actions)

As I pass by the Resolute Heart Entity, I pull down my inexplicable pair of shades and give her a brodical wink. Like 'yeah, I'm awesome, and I'm noticing YOU of all beings.'

Click to shrink...

General_Urist and The Quiet Watcher are healed!

The Cleric looks on, some emotion hidden behind their face...

[aleph] Leah, unharmed and unaffected by either field, proceeds to leap back into action and slam the Godmodder with The Post That Never Was, IE the post I should've made last turn. The total and absolute absense of the post makes it trivial to avoid, but the inexplicable nature of this assault inexplicably prohibits the Godmodder from restoring HP this round, or at least, moderately inhibits it.

It might have something to do with the "NO HEALING ALLOWED" sign that Leah wrote on the Godmodder's HP Bar. Like how, when the Godmodder reflexively goes to clean it off with his patent-pending Screw You Trap(tm) Godmodder Full Body Wear, as is the standard for dealing with any potential trap while removing unwanted text from your readout in an End-of-turn Battle, the Godmodder abruptly finds his own fullproof and flawless defense compromised-Leah snuck through eighty-seven alarms, eighty-seven dancing cats, Sir Dabsalot the Ultimate Dabber, and the Ancient Dragons of Destruction, and somehow managed to put anti-healing energies directly into the Screw You Trap(tm) Godmodder Full Body Wear, and all of the spare backups he made sure to bring and reflexively switch to in case he thought that there might have been a slight chance that the usual one was compromised that day!

Or it might've just been that Giratina hiding behind Leah's back that used Heal Block on the Godmodder. The Godmodder's inevitable attempt to reveal he has Magic Coat/Magic Bounce at the time rings hollow, as his abilities were all switched out beforehand for a Slacking's Truant (which he then switched onto a Ratatta), which was hidden in the space between his eyelids and his eyes (RIP in peace). The possibility of using Protect at the time rings hollow too, as the Godmodder clearly would never use Protect in the face of Leah's Fightium-Z holding Lucario (as Protect cannot block a damaging move empowered by Z-power) so as to not foolishly take damage, as opposed to simply Godmodding it away, and the Godmodder could not have evaded likewise because his sextuple-buffed evasion was handily countered by Leah using a Wonder-Launcher boosted X-accuracy on both of them, and the Lucario also knowing that Z-moves also cannot be avoided. Oh, what about the Godmodder's partner, as this is clearly a double-battle? The Godmodder doesn't have one because all his Pokemon were left in the PC. And maybe because Leah one-shot his partner while he was busy dealing with the "NO HEALING ALLOWED" sign from above.

Or, maybe it has to do with Leah just manually suppressing it with a lot of Player Power? That's a pretty easy Godmod, and its also correct, except Leah is also suppressing his healing via the aforementioned events above, and also oh wow did Leah just kind of kick the Godmodder's next healing attempt out of this dimension? She just did. Wow. That's impressive. Her feet aren't even broken. Or her legs. Or her everything.

[bet] But even this is naught but a distraction, for as Leah does these things, she also totally enshrouds the Godmodder with a sudden fog from her hands! Sadly, the fog is transparent to Players who are not simultaneously Godmodders, and as John Smith/Verraad here is not just a Player, his ability to attempt to hide from the attack by vanishing into the fog is completely annulled!

... And also, because the fog ruse is a.............DEESTACTIUN.

When the fog clears, reality itself shimmers and distorts, and the players fade out entirely like a bad dream, replaced with four hooded figures, kneeling as they stare into the infinite nothingness. The robes they wear are covered with images of weed, mountain dew, doritos, and other such stereotypical garb of PRO MLG GAMING. The Godmodder himself is unharmed bar aquiring robes that perfectly match the four hooded figures, which are perfectly normal and convey absolutely no harm. They kinda sorta itch but that's about it, and its hardly at the forefront.

Without warning, bongos-you know, the drums-materialize in front of the four figures as well as the Godmodder. Likewise, a gorilla also materializes with a simple light-gray screen and a projector. The Godmodder's eyes instinctively tear up at the sight of Harambe. It was his finest hour in Godmodding to arrange for Harambe to be sniped just as he was about to reveal to a small child the cure for cancer, but nevertheless even as his automatic defenses instantly disintegrate the tear on the atomic level he cannot help from having shed it in the first place, such is Harambe's magnificence. Harambe points at the gray screen as the projector whirs to life, revealing the opening screen of a PowerPoint presentation: "Cranky Kong's Centillion Challenges To Git Gud, 2019." It is adorned with the face of a Nintendo Icon infamous for his crabby attitude and also for his Gudness.

The Projector's PowerPoint presentation flicks to the next slide. "Challenge 1: The Approach," it states. Below it is a diagram:, depicting the systematic and rhythimatic beating of a pair of bongos. The instructions below this; "Hit the left bongo, then the right, with a second of time in between. This is your only protection from Cranky Kong's unlimited aura of Gudness!"

The next slide displays a Diagram, which instantly justaposes itself onto reality overhead in the form of an intangible counter made of pure Gudness. It is labeled: "Cranky Kong Distance: 10,000 UNITS." The powerpoint below elaborates: "Cranky Kong's aura of Gudness will become harder and harder to endure, even with the ritual of bongo beating to protect you, as he approaches! This counter will measure how far he is from you. When distance is zero, you advance to the next challenge."

The next slide simply displays text, as Harambe breaks into a grin. "The challenge will start in 5 seconds after reading this slide. Please begin drumming as instructed now."

The Godmodder stares at the bongos as the other four immediately begin to bongo. Verraad has no time to wait for however long this will take to get back into the fight-goodness knows how many stupid attacks will be waiting for him upon his return, and even if he could dismantle every last one individually, as a horde he'd be a goner, he wouldn't even have time to unleash his Mortal Action! That would suck. As such, he immediately uses his Godmodding power to generate an Instant Kill Cannon directly behind him! Obviously, his intention is to one-shot Cranky Kong when he appears to end the whole thing instantly. However, he does not feel so silly as to completely ignore the bongos, and even the instant of Cranky Kong's appearance might be enough to damage him even if he instantly dies. Thus the Godmodder gets into a proper position to play them for the minimal amount of time he will need them for, and starts beating them as instructed. Hit the left bongo, then the right, with a second of time in between. Left. Right-

A rift in the nothingness appears, releasing a light-no, not a light, nothing like a light, though it shines brightly and sears the eyes. The PowerPoint, Harambe, and the other four practitioners, as well as the Godmodder's Instant Kill Cannon, are all immediately vaporized. Even the almighty power contained within the Instant Kill Cannon is instantly eradicated. Only the Godmodder and the Bongos remain. And the Godmodder's robes have already caught something like fire, which smells of weed and feels like his very essence is being tortuously flayed. And in the center of this impossible incandescence, this legendary luminescence, this beautiful brightness, is the unmistakable silhouette of a cartoon monkey in a rocking chair, smoking at least three blunts. The Godmodder does not falter, even though the counter is no longer visible in the vast aura of Gudness and he has only the silhouette to judge. Hit the left bongo, then the right, with a second of time in between. Left. Right. Left. Right.

The Godmodder's hearing is obliterated as a wave of airhorns crash over the area. Left. Right. He can only presume they are still ongoing as his hearing completely gives out, as well as every other sense except his sight and his sense of touch. Left. Right. He almost thinks of that stupid grindstone, though he realizes that this at least a little more engaging. Left. Right. He tries to Godmod, but finds his power instantly evaporating. Left. Right. His player power, stolen from God, fails him. Left. Right. A power beyond the Architechts is flaying his very being with the light of Gudness, but how? How could such a being even exist? Left. Right. Left. Right.

The Godmodder's hearing abruptly returns to him as the airhorns return. Left. Right. The airhorns are like angels playing a holy hymn to Cranky Kong. Left. Right. His Gudness shall 360 noscope all noobs, his holy blunts shall triple trillions, his very gaze is the camera to watch all that is Gud. Left. Right. He blazes every moment for all is 420 around him. Left. Right. His swag is the swag that all true warriors strive for. Left. Right. In his day, dying in a video game was worthy of seppuku. Left. Right. Cranky Kong, from beyond the scope of this fragile reality that he could not enter, has finally ventured forth from the intangible realm of Gud to annihilate this fiend once and for all. Left. Right. Only now, reality vacant of all but the Godmodder, could Cranky Kong make his move, and show the Godmodder the one power above all, the power that even the original Architect bowed to, a force beyond force, an enlightenment beyond enlightenment-the sheer power of all that is, and all that ever shall be, Gud.

Left. Right. Left. Right. The Godmodder has lost all sense of time, all sense of anything except the imminent approach of Cranky Kong. His body fails him. His soul fails him. His mind fails him. Left. Right. He is being burned alive. He can't believe it, but every last cantrip of Godmodding he possesses is screaming in his face; Cranky Kong is the ultimate power of this world, and all that the Godmodder could ever be paled in comparison to this. Cranky Kong is the pinnacle of everything that anyone could stand for, the one that all strive for, the epitome of all. Cranky Kong IS. Left. Right. Left. Right. The Godmodder cannot stop his drumming, but he can do something else. He opens his mouth.

The Godmodder screams. He screams beside himself, his incredible voice calling to mind the heroic debater that screamed down JOEBob himself. This Vast Yell defies any depiction in a textual format, or any depiction at all, save that the Godmodder's mouth is open and he is screaming, even as the Gudness enters through his open mouth and incinerates his being from within. The Godmodder's hands, having bongo'd to the end, can no longer stand against the power of Cranky Kong and evaporate, and thus the Godmodder's protection against Cranky Kong vanishes with it. In his last moment, even as his death rattle continues, his eyes adjust just enough to make out the intangible distance counter, slightly less pure than the pure Gudness sourced from Cranky Kong himself.

"Cranky Kong Distance: 10,000 UNITS."

The Godmodder screams as he realizes that Cranky Kong hadn't even moved a single Unit, and in that last infinitesimal instant of his life (presumably anyways), the Godmodder knows naught but agony, to have been so great only to be introduced to something a millionfold greater and burned like an ant under a magnifying glass, for even the ultimate might of the Unholy and the Holy as one is naught but a grain of sand against the almighty ocean that is the sheer force known only as Gud.

The Godmodder suffers total defeat.

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... A minute later, the Godmodder re-materializes in front of the players, probably damaged.

[gimel] Leah, figuring she should take full advantage of her uninjured state and not being harried by anything right away, turns to the Pure Cleric. She whips out a chain from naught but Player Power. It is iron, rusty, and heavy, yet in Leah's player-empowered hands enable her to easily wrap it around the Pure Cleric. The chain itself isn't a status effect, its just a fancy way of applying one, though it is quite symoblic, for all it is could be said to be the Pure Cleric's aformentioned one sin; to ally with a destroyer of all reality. And yet that one sin feels heavy on her pure white robes, the rusty and dirty chain sullying their very presence, weighty and hard and cold, as if to bring to mind the very damnation her single sin could bring upon the world, and in doing so, bring upon herself. And this one sin, this one representation of her one flaw, creeped about her very being, alive, tangible, and angry.

The High Priestess is now inflicted with Chained! Its a pretty pathetic status effect all its own, only doing mild damage over time and only lasting three rounds (counting this one), but its real kicker is that its best to let this one run its course, for if ever it is cleansed by any outside source but the hands of time (as dictated by the Arbiter), its parting shall activate its power and immediately inflict the previously-afflicted with a brand-new version of Chained. Yes, a status effect that, if cured, inflicts itself. And not only does this self-rejection yield no fruit, it actively worsens the condition, improving the damage-over-time quite substantially. There is no theoretical hard cap on how bad this can get, but the temporal constraint is a very obvious limit. Sure, it'll go away in three rounds, but the Cleric can't really afford to waste time not cleansing herself of all status conditions as well as everyone else, thereby forcing her to spend more actions that effectively only make Chained worse.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder is hit with HEAL BLOCK! He can't heal himself this turn!

The Godmodder, cowering in fear, takes some damage, bringing him almost to the next level down of injury! He thought he was as gud as he could get. He was wrong. This call to improve, though it hurts him, also inspires him. He shall become STRONGER! BETTER! The Godmodder will deal more attack damage this turn!

Thanks to Heal Block, you'll finally have a chance to hit at his injury bar! But the Godmodder won't go easy...

Cleric afflicted with CHAINED!

The finale isn't a great time to loose interesting the game huh? Whatever, might as well try to help.

I set some trees on fire with molotov cocktails, in hopes that burning away some shrubbery will make the pill easier to find.

Click to shrink...

The last of the trees burn away! Finally, you find it, lying on a ground, next to a black rock... a tiny, black tablet...

Popping it in your mouth, you experience an instant of pure hell, excruciating pain and-- oh, it's over.

Pain Zone cleared!

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The Pure Cleric attempts to cure her own status effects! But she finds she can't, as she is FROZEN IN TIME, making her unable to act and cure herself! All her other status effects deal damage! -50% Pure Cleric Health! The FROZEN IN TIME Status finally wears off, and the cleric clears all her effects... except CHAINED, which comes back, and deals all its damage at once! -25% Pure Cleric Health! The Pure Cleric is now immune to time-stop effects and effects that reapply themselves through any means!

Yorewarrior charges, seeing the Players hiding behind their pathetic shield! But as he strikes, he realizes... Wait a minute! This is the SHIELD ZONE! The Godmodder's shields were stated to be unbreakable even by Yorehammer, but in his weakened state, the shield is PARTIALLY breakable to by Yorehammer! Yorewarrior's attack bounces off the shield, blocked successfully! The essence of Yorewarrior's being begins to dissipate! -50% Yorewarrior HP! But you'll have to do something else for the other half...

The Shield Zone, already weakened from multiple Player attacks, has cracks spiderweb... Yorewarrior's strike was too much! The Shield shatters! You are free from the Shield Zone!

The Leprechaun challenges the Players to a game of chance. How it works is very simple. If you make a response to the Leprechaun's challenge with one of your actions, and the Leprechaun's challenge is ultimately not countered, then everyone who tried takes damage! But if you win, then the Leprechaun takes damage! The Leprechaun activates full INFINILEAF CLOVER powers and throws a six-sided die in the air! If it lands on 2, 3, 4, 5, or 6, the Leprechaun wins. If it lands on 1, you win! The die is falling, slowly... do something to make this come out in your favor! The odds of date and everything based on luck are against you!
You could also ignore the challenge and just let the Godmodder have his Infinileaf clover powers. But that's no fun.

Godmodder Actions 1 + 2: The Godmodder sees his warriors in distress. But it matters little. Not when he has decided to GIT GUD. First, he activates YOREHAMMER POWERS. And uses his move "TOP OF THE LIST PLAYER FOCUS"!

ExoSkeletal, Daskter, Eyowe, Gnich, ParadoxDragonPaci, and FlamingFlapjacks have all their defenses penetrated! Including their skin and muscles, and physical body! That's right! Verraad strikes DIRECTLY AT THE SOUL! All become Moderately Injured, save Eyowe, who becomes Seriously Injured!

Godmodder Actions 3 + 4: Verraad activates INFINILEAF CLOVER powers, followed up by his next move "MIDDLE OF THE LIST PLAYER FOCUS"!

EternalStruggle, Pionoplayer, The Nonexistent Tazz, CaptainNZZZ, General_Urist, and Karpinsky suddenly are simultaneously struck by lightning, develop cancer, kidney stones, fall down a flight of stairs, are selected for layoffs in corporate restructuring, and also the lottery ticket they all chipped in to buy is a dud! All are moderately injured, saved CaptainNZZZ who is protected by Kevacha and Kundala (they randomly self-destruct) and Piono who becomes Seriously Injured!

Godmodder Action 5 + Player Action 1: Verraad activates RESOLUTE HEART powers, and uses his last big move for the turn "BOTTOM OF THE LIST PLAYER FOCUS"!

JOEbob, Bill Nye, The_Two_Eternities, Torix, Scott But Its a Girl, and Pope all have a status effect! The status effect is "not currently injured"! The Godmodder cures this by making them all Moderately Injured! Except Torix, who has his "Protect by Spectral Armor" status cured instead!

The Players are sent reeling by all this damage! The Godmodder's warriors are powerful, and so long as they are alive, the Godmodder's damage output may only continue to increase!

Player Action 2: The Godmodder spends AGES scrubbing himself, bathing, and undergoing deep cleansing to rid himself of the Heal Block status!

Player Action 3: The Godmodder continues preparing for his third Combat Operandi! He's going to need to burn ALL of his actions next turn to unleash it - but boy, will it be worth it...

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CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 130%
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal (Moderately injured)
[AG]DragonOfHope
[AG]Daskter (Moderately injured!)
[AG]Eyowe(Seriously injured!)
[AG]Strider
[AG]Gnich (Moderately injured!)
[AG]Crusher(slightly injured!)
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci (Moderately injured!)
[AG]DanganMachin
[AG]Captain.cat
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)(Moderately injured!)
[AG]Eternalstruggle (Moderately injured!)
[AG]ThatRandomGuy
[AG]Alastair Dragovich
[AG]Piono(Seriously Injured!)
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz (Moderately injured!)
[N+2]CaptainNZZZ
[AG]General_Urist (Moderately injured!)
[AG]GoldHero101 (???)
[AG]Karpinsky (Moderately injured!)
[AG]The Quiet Watcher
[AG]JOEbob (Moderately injured!)
[AG]Cephalos Jr.
[AG]Bill Nye (Moderately injured!)
[AG]Ranger Strider
[AG]Winkins
[AG]The_Two_Eternities (Moderately injured!)
[AG]Torix
[AG]Scott But Its a Girl(TwinBuilder + Victory by Ablation)(Moderately injured!)
[AG]pope (Moderately injured!)


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Verraad: 0/100,000,000 HP, Next Combat Operandi in 1!
Moderately Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 6!

Yore Warrior: 25% HP! 3 x HammerAttack!A, Wielding Yorehammer Replica! Defeat by blocking his attacks!

Leprechaun: 75% HP! Special: Game of Chance: 0/0, Wielding Infinileaf Clover Replica! Defeat by solving games of chance!

Pure Cleric: 25% HP! HealAllStatusEffects!A, Wielding Resolute Heart Replica! Defeat with status effect damage!

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Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator
Godmodder Soul Orb

 

[Moniker]

Action 1: Don't worry, I am going to heal you. I materialize a Butterscotch Pie and have Bill Eat it.
Action 2-3: I go to the Pure Cleric and Fire fireballs, which gives it a burning state, but WAIT! There's more! I fire a poison arrow at him, then I fire a Freezing ray, giving it a Freeze status effect.

Shadrix: So Kirby, how close are we?
Kirby: We should be able to make it close to 10 minutes in-game time, not real life time.
Shadrix: Yeah, Otherwise we would have arrived way too early.

Shadrix looks at his Chaos Emeralds

You all ready for this?

The gems hum in unison.

Perfect....

Click to shrink...

Bill healed to Slightly injured!

Cleric affected by various statuses! With freeze, it can only cast half as many status heals per turn!

I start researching flesh shaping, chuckling as I do.

I also start making a field of energy for later use. Oh, and boom boxes. Lots of boom boxes.

Click to shrink...

You make boom boxed and a field of energy! Your research into flesh shaping reveals one key insight: It's REALLY gross.

Action 1: So, that Sealing maneuver that the Godmodder pulled was his nastiest trick ever. Unfortunately for him, I'm pretty good at power copying. And we have the knife of one of his Sealers.

Fortunately for him, it is only capable of inverting his Player Actions, not his Godmodder Actions. In fact, had he not greeded out and grabbed the Actions of a Player in addition to his own actions, I wouldn't be able to Seal him at all. Also, his Pure Cleric will act first and cure the status effect before dying of DOT. And that's if we somehow actually hit him with the knife. Yes, Darius is decent at knife maneuvers, but the Godmodder is nearly impossible to tag with a hit.

Still, if we're lucky, this will at least distract the Pure Cleric and guarnatee a kill.

Time for a new trick. I've always been a natural user of magic items, capable of jailbreaking even the most complex user-limitations on magic items and optimizing them to suit my needs. But I've also grabbed a psychic amplifier, and used a big chunk of downtime training in one specific technique: Telekinetic Knife Storm.

It's not like I need that much kinetic energy to telekinetically manipulate a few knives that already have potent magical boomeranging enchantments on them. Although the knife that needs to deliver the killing blow isn't enchanted as such.

Four additional robotic arms sprout out of my back as I ready all six of my primary knives. Simultaneously, I levitate the Sealers' knife in front of me.

I open up by throwing my primary knives, then activate a Shadow Clone Generator, creating ten shadow knives for every knife I actually throw. The shadow knives do minimal damage, but have just enough physical substance that they can't be ignored, and are also nigh-indistinguishable Then, I use telekinesis and mental commands to my daggers and their shadow clones to adjust their launch trajectories in a chaotic spread, and trigger temporal manipulations on a few of them to create even more of a physics mess.

Then, I grab the Sealer's knife out of the air and hurl it towards the Godmodder, while he is busy dealing with the mess of illusionary daggers created as a diversion. I invest all of my remaining telekinetic energy into the throw, accelerating the knife to the speed of a bullet.

Superimposed over the physical form of the Sealer's knife is an illusion copy, blessed with a specialized magic for one purpose. When the Godmodder inevitably blocks the physical form of the dagger, the illusion copy will pass through the block and home in on him, striking true. And even though it doesn't cause any damage and passes through the Godmodder harmlessly, it creates a Shadow Seal, a Sealing effect that does nothing due to expiring the instant the Godmodder's turn begins. That should at least give the Godmodder a mild headache trying to figure out how to rework his actions to account for the Sealing before he realizes that the Sealing isn't truly a thing and has to return his actions to normal.

Action 2: Now, time to target the Pure Cleric with my own Sealing maneuver.

Now, the Sealed status effect as defined by the (Un)Sealed Sealers only works on Player Actions. However, after being exposed to the effect, I've reverse-engineered the psychological mechanism, and I think I have a way to deploy it.

But first, a diversion. I send a diversion, using the same diversion that I use against every annoying healer: a Genji that suffered a papercut, causing 1 damage and extremely mild bleeding.

Wait, I've used that too much. I need to change that. So, meet Zenviromon, a Cyborg Ninja Pirate Zombie Vampire that is suffering from excessive hybridization disorder, and is in urgent need of assistance. He immediately rushes over to the Pure Cleric to demand healing, and uses his vampire powers to either hypnotize and mind-control the Pure Cleric, or drain the Resolute Heart power from her blood to heal himself and stabilize his transformation.

While the Pure Cleric figures out how to deal with Zenviromon, I begin the assault on the Pure Cleric's mental defenses. For some reason, they're in the form of an incredibly advanced fortress, one that my mind-self will have to sneak into using my wits, a mental disruption pulse to distract guards, and a mental hacking tool. I'd play the Mission Impossible theme, but I need no diversions on this mission.

Luckily, the mental battlefield moves much faster than the physical one. Despite the large size of the fortress, I manage to get past the first layer of defenses with well-placed distractions. Then, I abduct one of the guard entities (which are probably mental constructs of some sort), shred it before it can raise an alarm, and turn it into a disguise that I use to get past a second checkpoint.

I manage to walk into the third layer of security before the Pure Cleric finishes dealing with Zenviromon. As the Pure Cleric's thoughts shift, her mental fortress changes layout and her mental guard entities move to new patrol routes. One of those routes would have paired the guard entity I killed up with another guard, but when that other guard realizes that the guard entity they were working with didn't show up, he raises the alarm.

The button I need to press is just a few doors away, but I'll need a diversion. Omega, I choose you!

No, I'm not doing a Pokemon callout. I am, however, going to release a neuron burst that will stun the Pure Cleric's mind for five seconds. Now.

As the neuron burst stuns the Pure Cleric's mind, I rush into action. I have to get to the base and deploy the payload before the guards recover. Even with the accelerated mental speed, that's at all order With a quick mental spear, I hack into the door controls and rush into the vault. There's a lazer maze in front of me, but I do a few carefully calculated bits of mental gymnastics to dodge the lazer maze without getting slammed by one of the lazers (okay, I could probably tank a lazer hit in the mental battlefield, but I don't want to test that). Then, I reach the prize, the interface controlling the mental psyche. Here's where the payload goes.

Problem: The payload is a square peg, but there's only round holes in the interface. I immediately begin a hacking attempt to reconfigure the interface to create a square peg to deliver an alternate personality payload, but I take a slight bit too much time. The guards are back up, and they're storming the vault. As soon as they spot me, they'll raise heavy defenses, and I won't be able to crack those faster than the Pure Cleric can heal "mental barriers damaged" status effects.

I create those additional seconds by using a massive investment of psychic energy to create a blinding light just outside the entrance to the vault. They won't see us, technically. Problem is that I'm burning out all of the energy I have available to this mental combat avatar, and a lot of general psychic energy. I'll have to pull out after this.

While, you did it. I slam down the payload, and another mental shift occurs. The guards spot me, but I've already bailed out.

Now, the payload that was delivered here is a mental interface layer, resting between the Pure Cleric's mind and the outside world. This mental interface acts as a NOT gate against every action the Pure Cleric performs, causing their body to do the opposite of what their mind intends. It also acts as a minor perception filter, a devious step designed to maximize the odds of the victim taking major actions that get flipped.

And, the Pure Cleric suddenly notices that the Godmodder that created her is suffering from the devastating Sealed status effect! If it isn't stopped, the Godmodder will lose access to his Player Actions! But the Pure Cleric can fix this! All she has to do is use the Resolute Heart's power to heal him, and he'll be okay!

Action 3: I spin up my dozen AI troll bots, and they begin trolling the Yorewarrior on social media. The Yorewarrior shrugs off the assaults at first, but as they get more and more personal, he eventually cracks and starts lashing out against my troll bots. Unfortunately, this causes those troll bots to unleash their secret weapon, the Block button. The Yorewarrior is now blocked on social media, but he sees the computers the troll bots are running on right in front of him. Enraged, he charges forwards to try to smash those computers. But, after smashing the first computer, he messes with the computer's timewarp magical enhancements and ends up stuck in a time loop, making it really hard for him to attack.

Click to shrink...

The Pure Cleric's actions will be reversed! ...In a way!

Attempting to block Yorewarrior...

"I, Winkins am currently very busy on the field building structures at the moment. please consult to the bot if something is needed."

... is what the note says as the camera pointed to where I'm supposed to be as it pans over to the bot who's occupying its self on a phone.

The Bot puts away the phone as it notices the turn has past and continues with it's simple attacks.

Mice falls out of the "sky" and perceives the Godmodder as the perfect cheese to nest and gnaw on.

The Godmodder is starting to feel the need for air despite its many countermeasures to not needing it. The mice seems to have no problem with the lack of air around the Godmodder.

Bath water is suddenly summoned around the Godmodder as he realised he signed a contract to provide Godmodder Bath Water to a foreign company. This doesnt help the Godmodder's breathing problem as the distilled water soaks up Godmodder essence and drowns him. The mices seems perfectly content in swimming through the water.

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The Godmodder finds himself stuck in a houdini-type situation. Trapped in rapidly rising water, with mice eating him alive, and no air, the godmodder must find a way to escape! His chosen method of escape is to press the giant red button labeled "ESCAPE" in the cage. But it was a trap! He's immediately electrocuted, his roasted skin fluttering through the water as the mice are slain! The godmodder gets out after that, having taken some damage!

The Godmodder is now Seriously Injured!

Healing pulse!

(The bath water popularity soars, and you get filthy rich.)

So Kavacha and Kundala has been destroyed? Alright, let's apply the 'Moniker Messed Up Spelling' charm on that for later use. The fact the spelling differs from what I originally wrote won't matter when I call back to this armor. I won't be thwarted by messed up spelling! (x1)

Next, I prepare the Substitution Jutsu. Now I'm be saved from the next damage as I swap places with a wooden log. The log takes the attack and I appear where the log previously was, a location suitably far away to be safe. I will continue my undamaged state! (x1)

OOC: Quoted prep work for convenience.



Great, soon the next Combat Operandi will be unleashed and it won't be pretty. Undoubtedly some form of offensive action, the Godmodder's Combat Operandi is likely designed to cripple the Player side to the point whatever's left can't do anything of note. Such a thing will be truly devastating and far too painful to take.

Guess that means someone needs to mildly impede it.

Alright, time to work. Draw a pentagram, appropriate chanting, additional blood and activation via magic shotgun. Once the end of the turn approaches and the Godmodder starts to act, everything will take effect.

First, the volcanoes activate. The previously laid out blood and hydrogen peroxide get drawn into the volcanoes and blasted high into the air. A great visual display that surrounds the Godmodder and Players in a spray of liquid thanks to the placement of the volcanoes. The substance is set and the metaphysical timer ends.

With the hydrogen peroxide no longer phaseshifted, chemistry happens! The previously separate and liquid elements react and expand, still surrounding the Godmodder and Players without disruption. While the overall area taken up has increased, it's no danger to anyone in this state. Currently it appears to only be an annoyance, a brief distraction. Until the ritual activates as the Godmodder uses their Combat Operandi at least.

See, the ritual cast is a lovely negation blood sacrifice. By sacrificing a certain quantity of adequately magical blood, the blood becomes a potent negator in terms of the chosen target for the ritual: the Godmodder. Energies of all forms released by the target become exceedingly vulnerable to the blood impacted by the ritual. Contact with the blood reacts like matter-antimatter in a way, neutralizing the energy for an equal measurement of blood. Obviously the Godmodder's efforts can't be negated, but it'll be impaired.

Now, the hydrogen peroxide is handy for exploiting an interesting loophole of the ritual. See, instead of a proper measurement of blood, the required amount of blood needed to act as a negator is measured by volume. A volume measurement that requires a density of blood that's less than blood normally is. Effectively, by measuring out the chemical reaction for blood and hydrogen peroxide, the amount of 'negating blood' is notably increased. More units of the required volume, the more units able to negate the released energy, whether its kinetic, physical, holy energy creating a entity, curses, or magically induced cancer. And with this negator surrounding the Godmodder and every Player, the Combat Operandi is faced with an element fairly well suited to dilute its potency.

I'm sure the fact that it'll make the grandeur of the Combat Operandi be harder to make out will annoy some...but the Godmodder's opinion hasn't ever really mattered to me. (x1)

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As I have messed up spelling, you are handed a FREE ICE CREAM TICKET, which can be used later to slightly boost an attack's effectiveness as a callback!

You prepare substitution jutsu!

Godmodder's third combat operandi will be very slightly negated.

x3 Action:
Eyowe performs some serious selfish healing to get him off of Seriously Injured.

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You are restored to full health!

2x action: Heal self.

1x action: I inflict "Preemptive Delayed Action" on the Pure Cleric.

"Preemptive Delayed Action" does damage to the entity it is cast on, but only in the instant of its removal. Before that, it just sits there. Menacingly.

Also, if the Pure Cleric tries to remove any other status effect and just let "Preemptive Delayed Action" sit, "Preemptive Delayed Action" will preempt that, be removed first, and deal its damage anyway.

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You are restored to full health!

You prepare to inflict Pre-emptive Delayed Action! However, the only way to inflict a powerful spell such as this is through direct injection into the eyes! You prepare a syringe, only to find that the Godmodder has confiscated every syringe in existence to prevent this eventuality! You are foiled!

Actions 1 and 2:
I conjure forth a new body and transfer my consciousness into it. My new body is less injured than my previous one.

Action 3:
I banish the godmodder to Greenvale, where he is forced to live out the events of Deadly Premonition. There, he is beset on all sides by zombies of debatable existence, while constantly feeling the urge to talk to an unseen companion who may or may not actually exist. He receives omens in his morning coffee, which tell of the foes he'll face in the future, but can't make sense of them because who the hell trusts their coffee to tell their future? Unfortunately, because he ignores those omens, the woman he falls in love with after a single one-on-one interaction ends up with a tree growing out of her body, and as a result, he has to fight an eldritch demon in the eye of an apocalyptic storm, with nothing but an old sidearm. His mind collapses as he tries to comprehend the events that unfold before him, and his descent into madness is only hastened when Amazing Grace starts to play over his PTSD flashbacks of roaming through the town in a raincoat splitting people's skulls open with an axe.

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Self fully healed! Your old body slinks away, to surely be used for a major story arc later.

The Godmodder is very confused. But since he's a completely sane mentally sound person, he was sure it was all justified. Surely. Yes. Surely.

Damn this guy
He's so powerful
Even cured my cold

I'll try something
I walk up to the godmodder
In my snazzy cloths

And say all this fighting has really kept you too busy
You really should take care of yourself
Sse how scruffy you're looking
Say no more
Me! The greatest fashionista here will take care of it
The godmodder tries to interrupt
But i say calmly(fcking shout at him) no Capes and you darling don't give me ideas
I mkae the ideas

Now lets just remove a lil hair from the top shall we
It's for fashion
My man
Fashion!!

After saying this
I tkae out my trusty scissors
I channel my new bullet person powers
I create thousands of microscopic bullets and drop them on the godmodders hair
It's for colouring i tell you
And along side that cut his hair into the most Fabulous hair cut in this verse

Now i know, i know
You're speechless
But no worries I'll deal with all your fashion disasters my friend

And hand the godmodder a mirror to see his new hair cut
While his sight is blocked by the mirror
I take the scissors and cut his damn head off

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The Godmodder dodged your scissors, takes them from you, and calmly tells you not to run with them. However, he now has highly fashionable BULLET HAIR.

ES smirks at the Leprechaun. Noob doesn't know about probability, or rather how it's a lie.

"Luck" is an abstraction, you see. A combination of invisible microfactors and choices that are simply out of your perception. All the Clover can do is manipulate those factors, but when an outside hand forces the issue, it is powerless.

With a twist of his hand, a minute gust of wind and gravity twists the dice through the air, its tumble flawlessly calculated and then suitably adjusted. The probability the dice lands on 1 is now 1, and the probability that it lands on anything but one is now 0. Easily done.

ES spends his other two actions healing himself.

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You perfectly calculate the tumbling, and adjust wind accordingly! All probability is removed and the die is guaranteed to land on 1... unless anybody else messes with it.

You are fully healed!

FOCUS!
A game of chance Leprechaun? nah.... For you see that that was a loaded die! It always rolls a 1. The game was rigged from the start.

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The die is loaded, always rolling 1 - except in the event of freak outliers! With this modification, ES's calculations are nulled.

Since the Godmodder swallowed the Swan whole, which is disgusting by the way, I make the Swan run around in the Godmodder's stomach like mad, so madly in fact that the Swan turns into Antimatter! This Swan shaped Antimatter then explodes inside the Godmodder, causing the Godmodder's lungs to be filled with smoke and fire, suffocating him along with what damage the actual explosion caused!

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The swan turns into antiMADder its so mad, causing an explosion of anti-madness!

The Godmodder suddenly feels... calm. Serene. Happy. He's almost... distracted...

[1x] I carve a giant "1" into the entire floor of this place we're fighting on and any other flat surfaces the die might land on. it is now garunteed to land on "1", because there is nowhere not "1" where it is allowed to land (obviously,curved surfaces aren't allowed, they make it unclear what side the dies on.).


[1x] I grin at the leprechaun. So, you want to know why Infinileaf clover'll fail them? Well, here's an animation I made a Loooong time ago, explaining the correct way. Sadly, since the image can't load properly (not sure why, but it Is a pretty long .gif...), you'll have to follow a link.
So, as you can see, the proper solution can't be arrived at through any series of dice rolls or coin flips. Yes, the begining is a normal maze 'chose a path' sort of thing. But, after you exit the cyan zone, you have to stop and pull out a gun, turn on slow motion, aim down sights, clip through the wall, retrieve the not-tennis ball, break through the seventh triple-Resurrection boss combo with a perfectly timed clip-through explosive sh- yeah that link was garbage
So, I beat them at the game of "avoid being rickrolled, too". But I was serious. here's the actual link. As you can Actually see, you have to go through the cyan zone. The rest up, tennis, eat food parts? Those are entirely extraneous. Can't say for the life of me why I added them, other then red herrings or stalling. This is, after all, literally the longest single animation I have made bar one for a Reason. And we don't speak of that other one.
But the final solution,the path they actually have to follow? It's normal for a while. And then, when you reach the start, you head through a tiny hole in the wall. It was there in every iteration of the maze. Every. Iteration. Right from the start. And I removed every other valid path. So, after they reached the 'start' room, luck stopped being a factor. They would need to think for themselves and Realize there's a hole, realise it's an option to "exit" the perceived play area.
Not Luck, but intelect. Though there is a factor of luck as to whether you notice it once you Have the sufficient intellect... but anyway, once they passed Start, luck would stop mattering.
Summary: Maze solving needed him to realize there was a choice to make to start with, which is not dice-based.

[1x] And- Oh, wondering what was going on with that bed? well, when I first made the animation, it was mostly filler, I think. to raise the suspense while they wait for the circle to do stuff before continuing to traverse. But this time... Nope. I had the blob actually go through my tiny replica... you know, to demonstrate... And the time it spent napping means the action took long enough to roll over the tick to the next action.
and one action after one action ago just happens to be, oh, right now.
And That means Ziggy Fraud is about to go to heaven.
Ziggy Fraud, though... He's not the important part. Well, I mean, he sort of is... But not really.
If we're being accurate, Ziggy Fraud was bait. The Real important part is the Beast. You see, there's only a few things known about the Beast. One, it can instantly deal at least 9 impact damage at once. Two, it is a thief-catching Beast. Three, it can charge its way through otherwise indestructible materials (such as, say, a castle wall which is immune to maximum-level strength or a castle door which requires a strength value high enough to trigger an integer overflow).
And Four... it eats thieves. Theives like the Godmodder, who bought a newfangled brainb leach without the slightest intention of paying. Who stole the resolute heart from hell. Who stole a soul that most couldn't have stolen. And before he stole it, some other things got involved. Point is, evidence suggests the Godmodder is one of the most prolific and highest-profile thieves (still) in existence. And the Beast did charge Straight through the wall after jumping...
Now, there are a few possibilities here. Each is mostly or entirely relevant if the Godmodder follows the described conditions. If the Godmodder follows all of the stipulates of a possibility, though, while remaining unharmed, Possibility 0(N^N) is probably what you're looking for.

Possibility 1 , the Godmodder remained awake and alert during the pause, and was not accelerated by the fast forwards- that is, immunity to time shenanigans. This would leave his perception functionally slowed compared to the tennis ball when, on fast forward, it got stuck out of bounds in the maze, contorted itself, and spontanously manifests inside his spleen while changing directly from barionic matter to an almost arcane soup composed of dark matter holding together a thyroidal knot made of antimatter, strange matter, and neutronium, ripping it apart with magically-enforced tidal forces before he can say "godmodding". On the other hand, he might have enough time afterwards to recover and dodge the beast.

possibility 2 , The Godmodder is accelerated by the fast forward, dodges the tennis ball with his normal celerity... but, having allowed the temporal hijynks to affect him, is frozen by the Pause, and gets violently disembowled by The Beast. By the time the Pause ends, it's just a biiiit too late to deal with that.

p o s s i b i l i t y 0 **, The Godmodder denies the above dichotomy's validity, And claims he speeds up until the tennis racket, then immunises himself to time wimmy. He still has to dodge the beast, of course, but it's really not that fast, Right? well, yes, but it is at this point that the Godmodder realises: He dun goofed. He was immune to the rocks, but Not to becoming heavier... and the only way to avoid the beast is to go Over it(or it'll, yanno, turn around. Also, it's not programmed with the ability to die). Oh, sure, he can fly... But there are still a lot of those rocks. If he makes any sudden moves, they'll have a consistent location relative to him, and the mass of their several planets will yank him down like a overripe pinata being clawed at by a hoard of confused halloweeners who don't understand this metaphor, but do understand pinatas are full of candy. Oh, and the rocks are also immune to pausing. Just like Ziggy Fraud, they don't know what "Pause" means! The Godmodder considers becoming immune to gravity, but quickly realizes that, under the circumstances, that would just deliver him into the path of a certain criminal who misunderstands physics, and he doesn't want to deal with a JOE monologue about how "Actually, all the shenanigans (he's) about to pull make perfect sense" today. Then, the Godmodder considers just ignoring the rocks while he makes a hole for The Beast to fall into... But then the Rocks crackle with iridescent lightning, the same lightning that gave him pause before. The Rocks themselves won't matter any more... but they do still borrow the concept of Yorehammer to pierce through defences. Like the Gravy-braid on Gravy-braided plasma, it doesn't do the damage... it just lets the payload through. And so, the Godmodder gets zapped with an attack I refuse to explain the details of but looks very pretty, or alternatively gets mauled by The Beast while continuing to dodge the increasingly-difficult-to-dodge zap projectile attack.

Possibility 0(N^N) below. It is only relevant if the Godmodder counters all of the above.
Possibility 0(N^N) (or, possibility 0* N^N, which is still zero, because anything* 0 is zero.) : The Godmodder, Somehow, Despite all odds, despite all not-odds, despite the laws of physics, (That glow flicker was annoying to edit in, I'm sticking with grey from here.) despite expectations, despite player powers, despite all my narration, despite my explanation, despite all the disadvantages imposed on him by being at 0 Godmodder HP, despite my exceptional player power, despite this attack coming in from somewhere he oughtn't still be looking since it's technically not caused by this action, despite the time strangeness, despite the immutability of The Beast, despite the teleporting tennis ball, despite the irridescent crackle of the Rocks, Despite being mauled, despite, well, everything, manages to avoid the beast and the tennis ball and the rocks and (so on.).
And it is at this point that. Despite all his successes he apparently had moments ago. The Godmodder realises: He dun goofed.
You see. by Avoiding the Beast, the Tennis ball, and so on... he implicitly grants validity to them, implicitly Allows them to Be. This is validity I would grant them with player powers, of course, so that's not the mistake. But, I granted them that validity in an animation. an exceedingly long animation, in excess of a full minute. One with several other features.
Let's take this from the top! First, the Maze. that's here from last round, of course. No surprises there.
Second, there is an orb, with a pink exterior outline, and a purple interior.
...Jeee Willlickerrrrrrrs, wherrrrrrre have we seen that orrrrrrrb beforrrrrrre?...
In Orb Nightmare. It represented the Godmodders soul orb. Ah-ah-ah! This one's different! it has a bevel on the outline. Right you are, me! It Does have a bevel. That means it's Not the soul orb... But it is Soul-Orb related. Now, there are a few reasons the Orb Nightmare orb looks like that to start with¹. For example, the pink border is the colour of the architects- But, at the time, the Godmodder wasn't architect-Y. So, the reason?
...Ok. I admit it, the reason it looked Pink on the outside was I thought it looked cool and I think pink is a dream related color for reasons. But, the purple on the inside... That has its own reasons¹. When the Godmodder did things that were truly powerful, when he neared the end of his life... his text, and his powers, glowed Purple. for one example... The (sealed/unsealed/true) Tank's shield. So, the purple implicitly implicates the Godmodder. And the Pink could be related to the architects. But, the bevel. on the left side, lightened. on the right, darkened. Why? Well, if you think about it logically, it becomes quite clearly apparent that while the architects are implicated by the inclusion of the pink textual color, there are additional implications to consider. to provide an example, God created players, and in the process they burn with the same pink shade as the architects production. Additionally, the player side, implicitly aligned with God, has a generally Red-colored alignment tag- At least for those following the initial request of god. On the other hand, the Godmodders allegiance indicates itself by initiating an illusory image of indigo indicicity. the combination and averaging of the implicated colorations I have indicated gives you architect Pink. Well, prior to the adjustments created thereafter by the update terminals typer to increase readability. So, Gods representatives and Stan's representatives average into metaphysically appearing to be representatives of the architects. Additionally, the Godmodder recently possessed (and is slowly regaining) a state known as 'Ascended Descended'. Ascension generally implies greater proximity to the nearest stellar body, provided on is on a planet and it is daytime- or at least towards the nearest light source, as the floor only rarely glows. Contrarily to this, a descent into solid material tends to negate illumination from any direction through the screening of said material. As such, the ascended property implicates light, and the descended property indicates darkness, upon a canvas which averages to Pink. And, while full Ascended Descended-hood may indeed appear, metaphorically, as pure white and pure black, or pure red-white and pure blue-black, this is a Godmodder only slowly Regaining his ascended descended nature.
This all goes to say the sphere which resembles the Soul Orb depictions of times past... is the Godmodder. Implicitly.
Since he let it represent him, and he let the animation happen, he also let a few other things. Like, Him not being perfect at tennis, that happened. Or, him eating four buffets of food. Or, him being used like a glorified footstool by a criminal (While the Beast jumps straight through him, claws first!). Or, him being squished awkwardly by an indestructible 'you are dead' sign. Or, him s orta weirdly contorting himsel f (<--- Link) in the race around the entire maze when he makes the last turn left(it was an accident but that's never stopped me!). And, well, being squished deals damage. If he objects, well, I'll just come back next round, armed with the exploits of Ziggy Fraud (who isn't sitting Idly in heaven, because, seeing as the Godmodder absorbed God sort of, Heaven is clearly a metaphor for the Godmodder's sorry excuse for a soul.). That was actually what Possibility 0*(N^N) was going to be about- hence the black and white flicker! Ziggy is known for wearing a prison shirt.- But then I got side tracked. And I'm running out of time for what is, Ultimately, just the fourth contingency of an action. So, if you want to know what Ziggy is doing... well, option one is to just ask. But option two is to try (and fail) to ignore this. Or give me a good excuse while I'm feeling bored .
COMPLETe
Summary: Godmodder Attack.
**This section demonstrates a problem with Glows: They can't overlap other glows or other text. Ever time a textglow happens, it inserts a boundary with empty space between the glowtext and... anything Else. and that makes Possibility look like P o s s i b i l i t y. which I kept as an example for your benefit.
¹ ok the first time it was totally just for some precieved 'coolness'.

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1 etched on the ground!

The Leprechaun, by sheer luck, makes every absurd move the maze requires correctly! When he sees a bed, he immediately feels sleepy by pure luck. While walking near the tiny hole in the wall, he trips over a rock and falls through the hole, out of sheer luck! The leprechaun easily solves every part of the maze!

The Godmodder promises to submit himself to formal trial after the destruction of Reality is complete if the Beast holds off. The beast, fearing death at the hands of the godmodder, decides to hold off for now until he's sure the godmodder won't turn himself in.

I...... take a small walk. As I take a walk, energy starts to gather and heal myself. With what little energy is left, I send to other players

Focus: heal me. And others if I can spare

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You and Crusher are both fully healed! As you walk around, you ponder the endless blackness... you realize that this is all that will be left of Reality if the Godmodder wins here. More than ever, you must succeed!

2x: The eyes of the man in MTF uniform pulse green, and then red. In SCP-wiki lore, the Coalition associates green with reality-warping and red with regeneration. Together, they signify warping reality to regenerate, and that is exactly what the man in MTF uniform is doing.
(Also it's an unintentional reference to half of Scott but It's a Girl, but that's not important.)

1x: The man in MTF uniform flicks his wrist at the same time as he snaps his fingers, and suddenly every side of the Leprechaun's die is a 1. It is no transformation, for that would imply a reversibility. It is simply the imposition upon reality of the fact that there is no side of the Leprechaun's die that is not a 1.

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You heal both yourself and Pope, as you have extra power!

You attempt to change the die's sides to a 1! You successfully change all but one side! Wait... that's not good enough! Captain.cat's power comes back to boost you, and you successfully change EVERY side to a 1! And yet still, the Leprechaun smiles...

(x1)I Heal myself with a Healing Blue Lotus

(x1)I apply PARALYSIS to the Cleric, preventing her from acting again.

(x1)I just take the Dice out of the air, rotate it till it's on a 1 side, and carefully place it onto the ground without having it slip, or me slip or whatever else.

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You are healed by one injury level!

You paralyze the cleric, halving the actions she can take this turn! ...Rounded up.

The dice gives you a nasty electric shock as you attempt to grab it! The leprechaun prepared for this!

I rub my eyes...

3 ACTION FOCUS - TO BE OR NOT TO BE: "Huh. Why that title... me?" Gold looks directly at... well, at me. I reach out my hand... Why did you take both pills? "I thought it was a good idea, ok?!?" Listen... you have two choices... help him, or help me, your friends, everything you care about. Gold sheds a tear... "...God dude. That's deep." Hell yeah it's deep. "...Hamlet?" Hamlet.

To be... "or not to be." That is the question. "Whether it is better to go home to a better place..." or take up arms against the odds and win. Gold grabs my hand... a flash of light. Gold finds himself back in the void... holding what he had come for. A small fragment of HOPE. "Thanks... buddy." It's up to you now.

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You descend back into the void! Forever, you will wonder what will happen had you taken the other pill. At least it didn't wipe your memories. And now, you have a small bit of HOPE...

I charge
But not just any charge
I SUPERCHARGE
ULTRACHARGE
MEEEGACHAA
Okay that's enough of that

Point is that Verraad gets overloaded with massive amounts of energy hitting him right in the healthbar.

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+1 HP to Verraad!

FOCUS: BUFFMAGEDDON

Trying to think fast, I decide to try something I don't remember doing yet: Buffing another player!

I choose Torix and proceed to buff him! I buff him with car wax. I buff him with shoe shine. I buff him with elbow grease. I buff him with Attack Up! I buff him with Defense Up! I buff him with Speed up! I buff him with a rebuff! I buff him with a buffoon! I buff him with the power of exercise! I buff him with Haste! I buff him with Reflect! I buff him with Aeroga! I buff him with an inverted debuff! I buff him with mirror polish! I buff him with a Vampire Slayer! I buff him with the stuff. I buff him with Light! I buff him with Darkness! I buff him with Nothing! I buff him with everything! I buff him with buffs! I buff him with the concept of buffing! I buff him with Player Powers! I buff him with entity powers! I buff him with Narrative convenience! I buff him by debuffing his enemies so he's buffer by comparison! I buff him with Howl! I buff him with Harden! I buff him with Agility! I buff him with Blink! I buff him with Image! I buff him with En-Spell, Fire! I buff him with En=-Spell, Water! I buff him with En-Spell, all the other elements! I buff him with Faith! I buff him with Float! I buff him with I buff him with Invincible! I buff him with Invisible! I buff him with Clear! I buff him with vanish! I buff him with Protect! I buff him with Runic! I buff him with Regen! I buff him with Auto-Life! I buff him with Shell! I buff him by raising the OP Scale limiter so these spells/actions don't trigger it! I buff him with Null-Magic! I buff him with a B! I buff him with a U! I buff him with an F! I buff him with another F!

What does that spell!?

BUFF!

What do we want?

BUFF!

How do we want it?

BUFF!

Who do we want it for?

TORIX!

Now to say it again!

BUFF!

....

I basically just buff Torix with everything I can think of.

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Torix is now ULTRA BUFF.

'Well probably a good idea to try and prevent John Smith from getting the INFINILEAF CLOVER again. Hmm but how to help.' I think to myself as watch the die fall to the ground that we need to get a one on. Then I notice The Man in the MTF Uniform otherwise know as The_Two_Eternities using his power to try and force it to roll on a 1. 'Might work but probably going to need a boost.' I think to myself before closing my eyes and focusing my energy into my wish.

'I wish for The_Two_Eternities attempt to force the die to roll a 1 to be boosted so it will hopefully work!' Suddenly in a flash of red light a translucent red orb of light is floating next to me humming with power. After a moment it floats quickly over to The_Two_Eternities and upon making contact with him the power that is in the red orb transfers to him and empowers his attempt to force the die to roll a 1. (3 CP)

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Power SENT!

I look at Alastair with a stare of first curiousity, then wonder, then the look of "why" as I am buffed with various things. Then, I get a dumb idea: I'm going to try and use literally every single last one of these. This is going to be a fun challenge!

[FOCUS - BUFFMAGEDDON, PART 2]

Car Wax - Makes car based attacks and such stronger!
Shoe Shine - My shoes are now far shinier, which makes no sense considering they aren't leather!
Elbow Grease - Attacks based around training montages are now stronger!
Attack Up - All attacks are now stronger!
Defense Up - This is purely defensive, but I gain an attack shield!
Speed Up - I'm faster! This was pretty obvious.
Rebuff - I'm... rebuffed for everything that already happened! Effects before this doubled!
Buffoon - +1 Buffoon!
Power of Exercise - Attacks based around training montages are EVEN STRONGER!
Haste - Haste Spell cast, allowing me to do more stuff!
Reflect - Godmodder attacks towards me reflected for the attack!
Aeroga - A veil of wind begins to shield me from all attacks!
Inverted Debuff - I am now NOT poisoned!
Mirror Polish - Reflect now works for more than one counter!
Vampire Slayer - Attacks against vampires are now far more effective!
The Stuff - Something happens! Can be used for something!
Light - Kingdom Hearts based attacks are now more effective, when combined with Darkness!
Darkness - Kingdom Hearts based attacks are now more effective, when combined with Light!
Nothing - Nothing/Null/Void based attacks are now more effective!
Everything - All other buffs are increased in power!
Buffs - Actions used to buff other players are empowered!
Concept of Buffing - Actions used to buff things in general are overpowered!
Player Powers - Player Power abilities made stupidly strong!
Entity Powers - Curse of No Entities removed for the attack!
Narrative Convinience - Moniker cannot stop me for I have the power of narrative continence on my side!
Debuffs on Enemies - All enemies debuffed! Godmodder's countering ability weakened!
Howl - The Godmodder is frightened! I'm confused on how Alastair managed this one!
Harden - Defense up, yet again!
Agility - Speed up further!
Blink - I can now teleport whenever someone blinks!
Image - Illusion based attacks are increased in power!
En-Spells - Elemental Attacks are increased in power!
Faith - I'm now regarded as a minor deity!
Float - Ground entities cannot hit, as I'm floating!
Invincible - All injuries, if I had any, were healed!
Invisible - I'm now invisible to the Godmodder!
Clear - I can clear other status effects at will, for this attack!
Vanish - I can now turn invisibility on and off at will!
Protect - I'm immune to the next attack on me!
Runic - Runic based attacks are stronger!
Auto-Life - I'll be revived if I die somehow in this attack!
Shell - A shell is summoned
OP Scale Limiter Raised - These things don't trigger the OP Scale!
Null Magic - Void/Nothing/Null attacks increased in power!
B.U.F.F. - All previous buffs are buffed again!

"John Smith... Hope you're ready for this. Good luck."

Alright, now for the actual attack. This can be done by sorting the buffs into three groups: Attack, Defense, and Utility/Speed.
Attack Buffs - Car Wax, Elbow Grease, Attack Up, Buffoon, The Power of Exercise, Vampire Slayer, The Stuff, Light, Darkness, Nothing, Everything, Player Powers, Entity Powers, Image, En-Spells, Runic, Shell, Null Magic
Defense Buffs - Defense Up, Reflect, Aeroga, the Inverted Debuff, Mirror Polish, Enemy Debuffs, Howl, Harden, Image, Float, Invincibility, Invisibility, Blink, Clear, Vanish, Protect, Auto-Life, Regen
Utility Buffs - Shoe Shine, Speed Up, Rebuff, Haste, Buffs, the Concept of Buffing, Narrative Convenience, Agility, Blink, Faith, Clear, OP Scale Raise, B.U.F.F

"Now that that's sorted... let's begin."

Immediately, all the defense buffs take effect immediately. Defense Up, Reflect, Mirror Polish, Harden, and Protect form a solid shield of a clear substance, allowing me to shield an attack from practically anything. Invincibility flat out remains as a backup, although it kinda makes the rest of these useless. And that's just if they hit me... which in itself, good luck with that. Invisibility, Vanish, and Image form a sea of Torix images around the godmodder, while keeping me - the real one, missing. Aeroga, Float, and Blink work together to basically allow me to fly and teleport, the veil of winds lifting me off my feet and enhancing mobility for every single clone. Auto Life and Regen stand at the ready, and I keep the Inverted Debuff waiting for Surrounded by a sea of nearly impossible to hit clones, John Smith is left confused and frightened in the eye of the storm, thanks to Howl, and feels his Godmodding Abilities begin to shrink under the sheer storm of debuffs imposed upon him and his team - for they are the enemies.

Next, the utility buffs. Speed Up, Haste, and Agility all increase speed, allowing me to do even more with the actions I'm given. BUFF and Rebuff all give the buffs even more power, and Shoe Shine makes all the clone's shoes very, very shiny. The Godmodder is blinded by the sheer shine and even weirder, he feels several other powers of his fade. The ability to nope this due to the OP Scale Raise throws his original plan, forcing him to scramble for a different counter. Finally, Faith takes effect. The friends standing behind me, and Alastair putting his Faith into me to successfully carry out this attack... force the limits of this attack to stretch yet higher. Filled with the abilities and buffs to make a stand, everything begins to come to a point. Narrative Convenience, Clear, and the Buff along with it's very concept remain to be used at a later date.

Using player powers, I begin to pull a Keyblade out of the Nothing in which it came. Composed of both Light and Darkness, Nothing and Everything imbued, the Duality Keyblade begins to take a solid form. I buff the blade with the concept of buffing, and this makes it able to buff me in return... but at a cost. The entirety of the power makes it qualify as a Legendary Weapon, making me immediately take damage from the life drain it causes. To train to use the weapon even for a mere turn, I realize that I'm forced to utilize a TRAINING MONTAGE to even attempt to wield this weapon. The Power of Exercise and Elbow Grease makes this training montage take effect over a couple years, yet still only having an end effect of a couple minutes wasted. Returning to the battlefield with the Duality Keyblade having buffed me to levels of being capable of wielding it constantly, I stare down the Godmodder. In my absence, he's clawed his way out of the storm of Images, but the debuffs immediately return to full strength upon hitting him. The Pure Cleric attempts to get rid of the buffs, if they're still alive, but find themselves unable to as I placed a "buff" on John Smith: The Permanency Buff, making all status effects permanent.

"And now that that's been sorted... let's end this."
To begin... I summon entities that briefly counteract the powers of any Legendary Weapon Entities that may remain. Then, I follow up by turning Verradd into a vampire, which I'm pretty certain he already was - and utilize Vampire Slayer in the upcoming attack! I ht him with The Stuff, giving him a mass variety of deadly effects! En-Spells flare across the Keyblade as elemental and runic attacks of fire, water, air, earth, lightning, ice, along with Light and Darkness especially! The elemental attacks coursing through him all at once, I then proceed to hit him with the absence of an element, or anything: Null. He's hit with a blade of nothing, passing through him as the corrosive element begins to take hold... and then, it explodes into everything! John Smith's interior is filled with everything you could possibly think of as he nearly explodes form the force...

And then, I throw a car being driven by a buffoon and riding on top of a shell Mario Maker style at him as well. The Duality Keyblade fades into legend and becomes saved for later. As the buffs fade, I'm breathing heavily and turn to look at Alastair.

... I told you I'd use every single buff you provided me with. Is that all of them?

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The Godmodder, serene and distracted, reflexively closes his eyes as the rainbow light show of your buffs blinds every living being in a three-mile radius! The number of icons on your head is tall enough to qualify as a three-story building - not that anyone can admire it, as all the different glow effects obscure each other! By the time you launch your attack, the Godmodder is intimidated (and serene and distracted) that there is just nothing to be done! His serene-ness slowly fades as your attack deals a devastating 1 damage! Healing pulse!

The quiet watcher reaches into his coat and pulls out a little silver bell, a focus for the numerous things he'd handled over the years before now. He then spent all of his actions to ring it twelve times.

The first chime for time, as abused as it was.
The second chime for space, and all that it truly meant.
The third chime for light, the source of possibility and home of the beginning.
The fourth chime for darkness, the home of the end.
The fifth chime for fire, the mystic building block of change.
The sixth chime for water, the source of flowing existence.
The seventh chime for air, the fleeting might that cannot be stopped.
The eighth chime for earth, the idea of permanence.
The ninth chime for body, the physical part of people.
The tenth chime for soul, the spiritual part of people.
The eleventh chime for life, for change and growth within oneself.
The twelfth chime for death, for decay and entropy.

Each chime applied a malaise and malady to each of the foes on the field. Time, earth, and body upon the Leprechaun, nullifying his changing chances and leaving him to the mercy of his own rolls. Water, soul, and darkness upon the Yore Warrior, for their flowing forms rendered him similarly impermanent, his assaults incapable of touching anything he hits. Light, life, and air upon the Pure Cleric, to leave them silent and incapable of action under the sheer variety of things that now influenced them. Fire, space, and death upon the Godmodder, to force them to respond to having every aspect of themselves attempting to tear him apart while trying to disintegrate at the same time.

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As the Godmodder and the others struggle to resist, the Godmodder pulls out a little antisilver bell! Its like silver, but made of antimatter. He then says the 11 REVERSE CHARMS which is every charm you said but backwards! Emit! Ecaps! Thgil! And the others! However, the last charm, Death, lacks a reverse charm. The Godmodder is now charmed with Death, and Death comes more easily to him! It'll be easier for him to be hit by an attack!

With the cool shades, I give you the double thumbs up. Then, I notice the Pure Cleric and and give a slight bob of the head, and a 'Hey'.

I wonder if they'll be alive next turn. If they are, I do have one last idea...

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The Pure Cleric nods back.

Scott but it's a girl stands on the battlefield, swaying in a powerful stance that is timed with the wind rippling through the arena. Moderately injured, they say? Scott but it's a girl chuckles to herself. This place wouldn't know "moderately injured" if the phrase decked it across the skull five thousand and seventy nine times with a frying pan doused in gasoline, and then stuffed a lit match into its left ear. Although, Scott but it's a girl does have to concede something about the finicky way descriptions and status effects worked in this plane — they correspond quite well with reality. And so it is that a single trail of blood streams from her nose. She tries to glance at it, but fails, because no one, not even a Player with divine power coursing through their life-blood, can look at what's under their nose. Sorry. You just can't. So Scott but it's a girl wipes the blood off in a vaguely badass way, watching as it stains the gauze wrapped around her hand.

She leers violently at the Godmodder, a grin that I'd deign to call unhinged crossing her face. "Is that all you've got?" she says in a perfectly reasonable speaking voice. No need for dramatic whispers that force you to strain your eardrums, or for needlessly loud, stilted speeches. People can just talk, you know. It's at this point that my parental instincts kick in and I realize that no, this absolutely is not all the Godmodder has. I rush over to Scott but it's a girl, but she holds up her gauze-wrapped-blood-stained hand, and I feel an invisible wall manifest itself between her and I. "Thanks, dad, but... no thanks. I've got this all under control, you know?" My eyes dart around the field. At Scott but it's a girl's beaten body. At the churning, dynamic maelstrom that is the Godmodder's power. At the limitless void all around us, plagued by fire and lightning and color and blood. Does she "got" this? Does anyone? But I realize, with growing certainty, that this is what Victory and I got for appearifying a teenager into existence. You jump straight into the rebellious, "I'm invincible and I can do anything" phase with none of the preceding seventeen-ish years of buildup. The only complication is that... Well, Scott but it's a girl can do anything.

So, as I walk away from the field, she does just that. Her combat stance strengthens. Her fingers clench into fists. Her toes do much the same. Her organs tie themselves into knots, which as it turns out is actually incredibly bad for your health. Scott but it's a girl's face blanches, and she clutches her chest, falling to the floor. Victory and I look at each other, and our faces twist into what I can only describe as the harrowing, gaunt expression one makes when their worst possible nightmares have been confirmed and realized directly in front of them. Our limbs contorting from the speed at which we run, we try to administer all sorts of medical techniques on Scott but it's a girl's frail, seizing body, but to absolutely no avail, since neither of us are registered doctors. Quickly! We shout to all six corners of the hex, or whatever other appropriate metric you can use in this void. Is anybody here a doctor?? Anyone at all? As it turns out, through utter contrived coincidence, no other player is a doctor... but the Godmodder is. He went through medical school years and years and years ago, in the process of dodging an attack where someone tried to contaminate him with every possible plague. He could cure Scott but it's a girl's mystery illness!

The Godmodder leers at the congregation of players, all crowded around this young woman's literally decaying form. Tch. As if he'd ever contribute his skills to the plethora of people that want him dead. What's another lost soul to him? Absolutely nothing, that's for sure. To help Scott but it's a girl would be literally detrimental to the war effort! The Godmodder turns from the players, prompting shrieks and calls of pure outrage. His body tenses, and he tentatively turns. Every single player is yelling at him, tears streaming down their faces. What's wrong with you, Godmodder?? This isn't some kind of game! This is actual, real shit! Someone is dying on your watch, someone you have the power to save! We don't care about sides, or factions, or anything like that! You have to help her out! At this point, the Godmodder is cringing more intensely than someone who's stumbled upon an elementary school talent show where every tiny kind thinks they're the next Michael Jackson. He may have even surpassed the famous "TFW you think about Season 8 of Game of Thrones" cringe. He knows that if he walks over there, he'll either be directly aiding the life of someone who actively wants to kill him, which will only set him up for potential calamity in the future. Or, more insidiously, it's a trick, and as soon as he runs over, he'll be attacked in any number of an infinitude of brutal ways, just out of the tiny, little, disintegrating kernel of potential, conceivable, feeling-that-might-approximate-goodness that's left in his heart of hearts. So he's having no part in it. He will have absolutely nothing to offer to Scott but it's a girl, or her grieving parents, or her rows and rows of friends, extended family, and compatriots. He just turns his back to the world, uncaring, and leaves Scott but it's a girl to die.

The mood of the battlefield grows somber, and very, very still. Everyone is acutely aware that they're witnessing the last moments of someone's life. A set of moments not induced by a righteous beatdown, or by a heroic sacrifice. Just one set of many wrought upon human history by natural, insidious diseases. It could have happened to anyone. It should have happened to someone else. But it happened to her. Scott but it's a girl's organs have all failed, since, you know, they were turned into knots. And Victory, and me, and every other player on the field, all feels that something inside of us has failed, too. Maybe our faith in the grand system that is Life. Our faith in the medical field. Our faith in the Godmodder, who ancestral memories are spurning me to call a misguided friend. Some people begin thinking about a wake. About a funeral. About what coffin to pick out. About what shade of black to wear. But then, as everyone present is lost in thought... a miracle happens. An inch away from the throes of death, Scott but it's a girl's gauze-entombed hand trembles and lifts itself off of the ground. It points, shakily, at the Godmodder. "You," she slurs from her rigid mouth, stretched taut by the Reaper. The sound of her voice washes over the Godmodder like an ice bucket challenge gone horribly wrong. "You had a chance to answer the call, and you turned your back on me. Me. The greatest person to never be born. And the greatest person to NEVER BE DEAD." The ground cracks and crumbles away, knocking every player back. Scott but it's a girl's body levitates in the air, her orange hair cascading and billowing around her face. Flames curl from her left eye, reignited by her turmoil.

"I gave you a chance. A thought of redemption. More than most have given you, I'd say! I kicked your bubblegum, and I chewed your ass! Then I spat it out, because it tasted really gross; you should give it a wash." Scott but it's a girl's face began cracking apart. Was this another harbinger of the late stages of the disease? Was it... something else entirely? "I put my trust in you, in the world. In the society that all of us live in! And you mistreated me. You cast me aside, like so many others, and left me on a city street to suffer in silence. Well, NO MORE." Scott but it's a girl's leather jacket melted away, the monochrome hues intensifying into bright, neon colors. Her face splintered like the fine china languishing in my grandmother's unused cabinets, and it fell to her sides. "I'm the one who's gonna fix everything wrong with this crazy world. I'm the only one wacky and zany enough to see what has to be done! And above all..." The abyss that was the battlefield gained an actual, physical form. Not a limitless plane of carnage. Not a climactic mountainside. Just... a set of infinite stairs. Scott but it's a girl hovered above them, standing upright now. She was decked out in a red suit with an orange suit, a teal tie, and her orange hair had settled on an incredibly aesthetically appealing green hue. Her face was pure white, now, telltale clown makeup covering it. And yet, her eyes were still hidden behind her fathers' glasses. "I'M DA JOKER, BABY," Scott but it's the Joker cackled with maniacal glee.

The Godmodder would have cowered in fear, had he any sense at all. But here he was, bearing witness to a legitimate villain origin story. He'd be featured in backstories and flashbacks for generations to come. People would make movies of his exploits, spin yarns of antics that reached heights unparalleled! He'd be a legend. A god. As such, he cackled right alongside Scott but it's the Joker, completely oblivious to the fact that she had picked up the stairs that she was supposed to be dancing on and was now holding them above her head. The Godmodder felt a stray rock plink on his skull, and he turned up just in time to watch the staircase barrel straight into him, knocking him through the floor. Scott but it's the Joker breathed heavily, wiping more blood from her nose. "I know what you're thinking. Oh, first you use a damn building, and now you use some stairs?! Well, yes. But actually... no." The Godmodder is confused, until he sees the crowd of people that congregated around the now-demolished stairs, with even more of them streaming in as time passes. He gets to his feet, wielding any manner of weapons in an attempt to ward them off, but these people are not placated by mere party tricks. They only want the stairs. They've only ever wanted the stairs. The Joker Stairs... and the clout that comes with posing on them. The ever-quickening pace of gentrification beckons. But now, the Godmodder has reversed that societal progress. He's buried a meme before it ever had a chance to flourish. He's crushed the hopes of thousands. Millions, even. And in doing so... he's inspired a legion.

Every single person that gathered to the stairs, including the many, many more that are still making the pilgrimage, shed their mortal bodies and assume the visage of the Joker himself. The same garish suit. The same green hair. The same clownish face. "Is it just me," Society but it's the Joker says, the millions of voices buzzing in perfect harmony, creating a wall of noise that sounds less like a human and more like God elucidating Job on the vastness, cruelty and beauty of His creation from out of the spinning whirlwind. "Or is it getting a little crazier out there?" Nothing more can be said. The Godmodder is helpless to defend against the tsunami that is society. He's shot by fake guns that fire little flags saying "BANG!" except the explosions hit him at full force, millions of times over. He's spread with poisonous gas, choking the life from his insides. He's dumped into vats of chemical waste, over and over, the mutations not imbuing special powers onto him, but crippling him with thousands of potential villain backstories at once, rendering his entire history into a fractured multiple-choice test. He is no one special anymore. He is a cog in the machine of society. A machine that is now orchestrated, impossibly, by Scott but it's a girl, who has cheated death. She reaches inside her mouth and pulls out her organs, twisted in a perfect knot. "Here, Godmodder. You can have 'em. I wasn't using 'em for much, anyway!" She tosses her organs at the Godmodder, who is just a speck in the angered mob of millions. Because he's the Godmodder, he grabs it perfectly, but then sees that every single one of her organs was actually an enlarged appendix with appendicitis that was one second away from bursting. Except these appendixes didn't contain poison. They contained poisonous antimatter.

Some said that the mushroom cloud that resulted, wiping out the entire borough of Brooklyn despite being located in a void tangential to any plane of reality, looked a lot like the face of the Joker. But I and Victory disagreed. It was clear as day to anyone with a functioning brain that the face in the cloud was all of us. It was the messianic everyman that heralded a new age. An age of... Well, I don't think I need to tell you, do I?

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder is helpless to do anything but watch. For you see, society lives in a society. A society where the Godmodder wants to destroy all life. The incredibly oppressed society needs to rise up and fight back against society, where society means "just the godmodder"! And that's why, in a beautifully satisfying crescendo, the godmodder fails to do anything against the appendixes flying at him, which some fans will debate as a stupid move on the Godmodder's fault, but other fans will point out The_Quiet_Watchers death charm and say that means it TOTALLY makes sense within the lore!

DAMAGE TO THE GODMODDER!

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OOC: Fantastic. Perfect. Keep it up and you might be the only Player with a 100% Godmodder attack-damage ratio.

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Then I do the worlds stupidest most horrible dance, and when the Godmodder insults it I point out there never was a bad dance at all! When he gets confused and points out I DID dance, I reply that I never said I didn't just do a real horrible dance right in front of him, why would I? This gives his brain an owie.

Then I dab.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder swats aside the spoiler and ignores the dance. But the dab? No, that can't be allowed. The Godmodder teleports behind you, grabs you, and sets you on fire. When the fire has burned you to ashes, he uses the ashes to power a nuclear reactor, which provides energy for various social media websites. Then, he crunches the social media websites and nuclear reactor up into a little ball, and mails that ball to Timbuktu. You are conscious through all of this.

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The Godmodder's three warriors unleash their power!

Yorewarrior prepares to strike this turn! But first, he'll check his favorite social media profile, Crusher's! He hopes those troll bots earlier didn't... wait... every time he tries to respond to Crusher's post with his usual vitriol of personal attacks, he is BLOCKED. No... no...!

The Yorewarrior's hammer can smash through ALL DEFENSES... but not even HE can avoid being blocked on social media! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

YOREWARRIOR SLAIN!

ALL PLAYERS GAIN THE POWER OF YOREHAMMER, AND CAN USE IT FOR THEIR ATTACKS!

The die the Leprechaun threw lands. It lands on... on...

...On a corner. Perfectly positioned on the ground, in a little etched-out line, to land on a corner, and by pure luck, the laws of physics keep it there. It did not land on a 1. The Leprechaun smirks, and everyone prepares to receive their damage...

*A-hem* says JOEbob, stepping forwards. The Leprechaun feels a twinge of fear, as he looks again...

The etched out lines on the ground... form... a giant 1! On the ground! The die DID land on a 1! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

50% damage to the Leprechaun!

The Pure Cleric heals the Godmodder of their sealed status effect! However, because the Pure Cleric is sealed, she does the opposite and heals herself of all status effects instead! She is safe!


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The Godmodder is almost re-NO WARNING!

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Everyone is separated.

The only two spared are GoldHero101, having already been through a challenge, and Cephalos Jr, randomly selected thanks to the attack being very slightly negated.

Each of you are sent to 27 separate realms, each one with its own, individual challenge. You can't attack the Godmodder or do anything else... until you pass the challenge.

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Exoskeletal65 You're at a halloween party. But your skeleton... you feel it getting more and more excited! Its about to start dancing, destroying all your internal organs! What do you do!?

Dragon of Hope?!? You are offered a way to get back to the fight. However, in order to leave... you must brutally slaughter the ten baby dragons in front of you. They stare with cute, pitying eyes...

Daskter You find yourself in a hospital. The hospital agents have you under armed guard. "This man must be a traitor"! Yells a doctor. "We'll patch these horrific injuries up for the next few weeks, then question him!" How are you going to escape the hospital? You have tubes and wires stuck in every inch of your body.

Krill13 You find yourself (Eyowe) facing him down. Krill13 himself... What now?

Strider626 You're relaxing on a beach chair, slowly swaying in the wind. A group of your friends offers for you to come with them on a tubing trip on the lake. The water's looking choppy... is that a shark out there? If you say no, they'll think you're lame...

Gnich You find yourself temporarily stripped of your Player Powers, and under several miles of ocean. A beautiful blue manta ray, the one from your profile picture, swims next to you. It would be serene, if you weren't about to die. How do you not die?

Crusher48 You see a highly suspicious button in front of you. A note on the wall says "Press without restraint".

Paradoxdragonpaci You're with the Restorer, in the LIFE Stasis pod! You must have gotten an easy one. The Restorer, your old entity, promises to heal you to full and then the friendly Temporal Guardian will teleport you back where you need to be. Just kick back and relax.

DanganMachin You find yourself in the middle of a CLASS TRIAL! Some guy dressed up like Hitler is accusing you of murdering some lady who was dressed up like Einstein! All the facts of the case seem to be pointing against you. What's your defense strategy?

Captain.Cat You're on a battlefield. Eternally marching forward. Your allegiances shift moment to moment - one second you're on your master's team, the next, you're on the Godmodders. The plastic of your skin is slowly wearing away. Ahead, a monster rears up, an entity ten times your size. Most of those higher up than you on the chain are dead. Backup isn't arriving for some time. You don't even remember which side you're on right now. Do you retreat? Or fight?

FlamingFlapjacks You wake up in a beautiful, serene pond. You are surrounded by the DUCKs of your super mode. They ask you if you'd like to call them to aid in the final battle. Will you?

EternalStruggle You're... back with the Apex again. They're alive and well. But... they say that time moves strangely in this place. You try to comprehend where "this place" is, and fail. But you have a choice. You may either leave the Apex behind and return, or wait in this place for a turn, and then return with the Apex, after them being given 100 free turns of snowballing from the last time you were with them. What do you do?

That-Random-Guy You're a casino manager, putting the finishing touches on your newest, grandest casino. Some aide is asking you what the probability for the machines should be set to. You realize that with enough profit, it'll be easy to pay for a plane ticket back to the place where you'll fight the Godmodder.

Alastair Dragovich You are a child again. Everything is easy. Everything is simple. Perhaps the Godmodder could be killed... just like that. You spend time with your family, days passing by in a moment... do you... want this to end...?

pionoplayer You are face to face with a lever. An exact, precise, and completely correct explanation of what it does is on a plaque next to it. "Pull this lever to deal 2 damage to the Godmodder instantly. In exchange, you will be unable to participate in the rest of the final battle. Your accomplishments in the story will be retroactively absorbed by other Players. You will be forgotten, and it will be as though you never existed. If you say 'I refuse', you will be taken back to the battle."

The_Nonexistent_Tazz You, Leah, are given a Wishing Star. With it, you can make one RP wish. Revive an old friend. Undo a past mistake. Anything. All you have to do to get it is agree to go down 2 Injury levels. Or, you can leave.

CaptainNZZZ Your army is arrayed before you, the stone of the HEXAGONAFIELD. After a massive period of buildup, you have snowballed to the point where your [N] army completely dwarfs the AG and PG forces combined. Everything is ready for you to unleash your plan. But... a flicker of doubt remains in your mind. Will you really do it? You could always just keep building up... forever... What say you?

General_Urist You are officially promoted to General or the Urist army! The Urist is a vital internal organ present in all living beings, which could do massive damage if given an incorrect order! You can command all the Urists in existence! What is your first order?

Karpinsky You are presented with 2 choices in a multiple-choice videogame which reviewers have criticized for its linearity. A man is asking you to trust him. All your meta and trope knowledge screams that you should not trust this guy. The only real way anything's going to happen with the plot is if he betrays you. Do you >TRUST HIM or >SAY YOU DON'T TRUST HIM?

The quiet watcher You're a simple guard guarding a simple town. As you watch the town from above, you see someone scurrying along in the streets. He stops in a house abandoned for the night, and begins attempting to pick his way in... how are you going to watch this?

JOEbobobob Immediately in front of you is a tripwire, clearly linked to a trap. It can easily be stepped over. On the other side is a button that will teleport you back to the battle. It has a note next to it: "Use a perfect solution".

Bill Nye You're in space! The stars and planets stretch out before you! Also, it's really cold, and you have about 20 seconds before death. What could rescue you in a situation like this?

Ranger_Strider_ You're in front of a beautiful market stall at a town festival. At the market stand in front of you, a merchant is giving away "teleport you back to the battlefield" lollipops - for free! There's one left, but you're first in line! Then, a little girl comes up behind you, and tugs at your cape - "Sir? May I have the lollipop? PWEASE??" She's so helpless and innocent... what do you do?

Winkins You are trapped in the sewers. Three tunnels stretch before you. One is labeled "The Tunnel where Winkins will be forced to slaughter their innocent bun knights". The second is labeled "The Tunnel where Winkins will be made to condemn the Light Mages to a life of homelessness and poverty, permanently." The third is labeled "The Tunnel where Winkins will be convinced to boil alive the Cait Sith, and eat them, delicious though they are". There are no alternative pathways or fourth options. Which tunnel?

The_Two_Eternities You are in a small, white room. A sign informs you that, after an eternity, you will be allowed to return to the battlefield. What do you do to entertain yourself in the meantime?

Torix pope Both of you sit across from each other at a table. Negotiations are tense. Only one of you will be allowed to leave the table, and return to the battlefield. The other will have to stay at the table until the fight is over. What decision do you make?

TwinBuilder Scott But Its a Girl finds herself in large, black space. In front of her is a fairy. "Hey there!" she says. "Since your poster is a friend of the QMs, you're getting allowed out free and easy! Just take two steps backward, make NO other movement, and you'll be back where you're supposed to be in a flash!" You smile, but then... hear something... no... feel something. Something is very close behind you... something with heavy, warm, moist breath...

CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 130% + Yorehammer!
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal
[AG]DragonOfHope
[AG]Daskter (Moderately injured!)
[AG]Eyowe
[AG]Strider
[AG]Gnich
[AG]Crusher
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci (Slightly injured!)
[AG]DanganMachin
[AG]Captain.cat
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)(Moderately injured!)
[AG]Eternalstruggle
[AG]ThatRandomGuy
[AG]Alastair Dragovich
[AG]Piono(Seriously Injured!)
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz (Moderately injured!)
[N+2]CaptainNZZZ
[AG]General_Urist (Moderately injured!)
[AG]GoldHero101 (has fragment of HOPE!)
[AG]Karpinsky
[AG]The Quiet Watcher
[AG]JOEbob (Moderately injured!)
[AG]Cephalos Jr.
[AG]Bill Nye (Slightly injured!)
[AG]Ranger Strider
[AG]Winkins
[AG]The_Two_Eternities
[AG]Torix
[AG]Scott But Its a Girl(TwinBuilder + Victory by Ablation)
[AG]pope


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Verraad: 0/100,000,000 HP, Final Combat Operandi in 2!
Seriously Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 5!

Leprechaun: 25% HP! Special: Game of Chance: 0/0, Wielding Infinileaf Clover Replica! Defeat by solving games of chance!

Pure Cleric: 25% HP! HealAllStatusEffects!A, Wielding Resolute Heart Replica! Defeat with status effect damage!

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Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator
Godmodder Soul Orb

 

[Moniker]

FOCUS:

A strange game. The only winning move is not to play.

So I put down my controller, step away from whatever console I'm playing the game on, and return to the battlefield. I might pick it up again, after we win, but no guarantees.

Besides, I've played that game before.

Click to shrink...

Each attempt to exit the field leaves you stuck a little more. The first leaves you exhausted. The second time you try to leave, you're glued to your gaming couch. You peel yourself away, but the third time you try to leave, you find yourself glued to an iron torture chair, buckled in like a crazy person. You realize it will only escalate. You MUST choose...

Alternatively, you could summon up all your strength and FORCE your way out of this torture chair! You'd injure yourself by 2 injury levels in the process, but maybe if this game sees you're serious, it'll let you leave! It's up to you.

In this context, the perfect solution is the fastest one in terms of cognition and effort. I step over the wire and press the button.

Click to shrink...

Beep!

You're back on the field.

I start making a creature. It fails the first couple times, but I get it.

I then attuned them to the field of energy. Oh, and the Boom Boxes.

Click to shrink...

You make a CREATURE! A boom box energy field creature! What are your orders?

Action 1-3: I desperately call for help. hoping that someone or something saves me despite my lack of oxygen...

......

.......................

......................................

But no-

But somebody came!

I look over to see where that voice came from. I see a ship with its lights on me. This ship was the size of a normal house. The ship teleports me inside and I see myself in a cockpit. I can breathe again.

Let me help you Bill.

I see a pink creature that looks positively adorable waddle to me and helps me up.

"............Thanks?"

Don't mention it!

I then look up to see someone walking from their seat. He looks like..... me. He is wearing some sort of battle suit with beautiful colored gems on his chest plate. He smirks at me.

Hello Bill. And hi you all in there.

Hello Shadrix.
Wait Shadrix?
Oh, thank god!
Thanks for saving us!
Yeah.... thank you!
we would have been toast without you.
That was an excellent rescue Shadrix.

Its no problem. I was headed over to the battlefield right now as a matter of fact. Come on, I will take you back there.

"How did you find me?"

I was keeping track of your progress when you suddenly up and vanished. I knew the Godmodder was trying to give you a hard time. So I scanned for you everywhere until I found your trace. We went to you as fast as we could. We were lucky to get you on time.

"I guess. by the way, who's the pink guy?"

That is my friend Kirby. We found each other when we were kids and have been friends since.

Shadrix here gave me and himself immortality. We can never age. He and I are technically 3179579135 years old.

"..........wow."

We traveled through space for about 2 minutes when we finally reached the battlefield.

"Well... this is where I get off."

Indeed it is. We will continue to monitor from you up here. If you need any assistance, just give us a call. We will be there.

"Just one last thing. D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.A.T.I.O.N told me that after the Godmodder is defeated, I will end up dying because of it. Do you think you can-"

Don't worry about it ok? Just focus on Defeating the Godmodder!

Wait did you just do a tit-

In an instant, I was back on the battlefield. I look up to see a ship in orbit. I gave a quick smile and I get into battle position.

Click to shrink...

Thanks to your RP characters, you have escaped. Challenge completed!

Since I've already done the 'solving' part in terms of cognition, effort, and probably time, I take a moment to
[x3] heal and overheal myself from any injuries I have remaining.
-snip-

Click to shrink...

Solving the challenge takes all the actions. Even the free ones.

I press the button with enough force to eject it from this pocket dimension into the Godmodder's head.

Click to shrink...

The instant your finger touches the button, you are teleported back to the battlefield!

Turns out, it actually wasn't trapped at all! Challenge completed!

ES pats the inside of the Apex's bridge fondly, before turning around. "Let's go Amelia. We're not done out there."

As they walked through the broken time and space back to the battlefield in silence, there was a momentary pause before his assistant finally spoke. "What's your reasoning, sir?"

"Excellent question." ES adopted one of his trademark cocky smirks. "You know why I did it, because it's the obviously right answer. What you want to know is how I justified it to my heart." Amelia nodded humbly. "Well, I'll tell you. The old girl deserves better than to, in the best case mind you, show up and get zapped by the Godmodder or something else. If its earned anything, its earned a right to say it lived this war to the end. Its been here since update 58 after all. You know what other Entities are still around from then? The Temporal Guardian, who became a plot point, and arguably the Peacekeepers, who are now mostly gone, if not completely gone. The Apex endured all of what's happened through my own will and its own capabilities, and I won't sacrifice that achievement for temporary ease in this fight. Because we are going to win this fight, trust me. We're only halfway until the Godmodder regains his full power and he's already down to Seriously Injured. From there it's on to Critically Injured, then Mortally Injured, then he's just straight up dead. No, I'll let my pride guide me on this one."

ES and Amelia walk, walk, and walk until they find themselves walking right back up to the battlefield.

Click to shrink...

Challenge... exited! The Apex fades into the background, eventually unable to be seen. Future teams sent to check out the corner of Reality you had been transported to found it entirely empty, devoid of any Apex.

Hmm. The very first thing to do is to use Yorehammer to bypass the protection distance is giving John, which needless to say amounts to teleporting back.

Meanwhile, the sheer knowledge and accrued accessible assets of a being as old as stories (me, anthromorphic personification of the unnoticed and unnoted in the background) is marshaled, plenty enough to buy a ticket back, to say nothing of a few private spacecraft that can do the roundtrip from their location to here to the battlefield in about one turn.

Another measure in progress through multitasking is setting the chance to 100% the chance being the chance of the casino making a big profit. As for the finer details, well, there are many different machines at a casino like this one. All of them appeal to many different sorts of people, of varying degrees of wiseness to the unfairness of casinos.

Second lastly, since this is simply my latest and greatest casino I'll mortgage a older one (and pay it off using my profits from all the others).

Lastly? There's any number of 'pro fit' gyms and products out there. It's easy to renovate a new one, and as someone with the drive and will and talent to fight Veraad I am undeniably Pro, and 'fit' is just a matter of time.

Click to shrink...

Troubled, you find your Yorehammer abilities temporarily disabled, and all efforts to contact your wide-reaching network of associates and assets seem to be failing. This challenge seems to demand you solve it the "right" way - so you do.

Your business acumen sets the odds at what it takes to give the casino a big profit. This means just bad enough odds for you to rake cash hand over fist, but just good enough odds that people keep playing. Eventually, you have more than enough money to buy the absurdly expensive ticket, and away you go! Challenge complete!

OOC: You know what, that's a difficult choice. OOC I'd flip it if I weren't already set up to be part of the final chain attack thing. Me flipping that switch would sorta throw a kink in that. So OOC I gotta not flip the switch.
IC... well, the below response. Piono here's got something else he's fighting for.


Piono pauses as he looks at the lever. He moves to flip it but then stops.
"...no. I can't. I made a promise. I can't leave her behind. Killing the Godmodder is one thing but...
No. I refuse."

Click to shrink...

You exit. The opportunity - or temptation - of the lever is lost forever. Challenge exited!

Since the Rules say Newbs are always welcome yet there doesn't seem to be a place to plop them down here I elect to just be hiding in a hollowed out rock while my Archive of Actions and Artifacts ("Triple A Batteries" (Basically personal Explanation for where I am getting everything)) continues to float intangibly around it. I hide here till I can figure out what is going on and how I got here.

OOC:

Spoiler: Space Saver

Found Delete The Godmodder fun. Wish the GM could have kept it going but Life Finds a Way (to screw up plans). Then again it seemed like the Posts were tapering off. Hopefully I will be less of a d!ck here... Although I will still being using a lot of Flavor Text, I love Flavor Text. Also Images and Videos and things (although I keep them in Spoiler Tabs to keep them from stuffing up space). Also since I can't think of anything once there is a battlefield again I will probably try to get same end result of my plan from DeleteTG but more straight forward. Basically imbuing myself with various fun toys that each have the power to create Universes to increase the Strength and Power of my Attacks! Although I will have to figure out how many Charges that would be since DeleteTG was straight forward with a limit of 5 while this one has no limit... Also I am still trying to figure out if this plan is Rules Compliant... Might need to go back to using War Metal Tyrant and Tyrant Unleashed Cards like I did at the start of DeleteTG since that seems to be Rules Compliant.

Edit:
If I can use the Elder Artifacts from RuneScape then that seems to technically make me immune to the Soul Weakness part of the Extra Mechanics since it is Canon to RuneScape that Godhood via Elder Artifacts (there is several including via Soul Magic) eats your Soul (although the only thing that affects is any limitations you have going poof and denial of going to an Afterlife).

Edit2:
Pretty sure if DeleteTG is any Example I will end up on the Neutraladder accidentally because Collateral Damage. I nuked Antares and atomized my own side to no affects and spent sometime getting The Blade to fix it via Time Travel. If it weren't for the RAM Limitations (Entity limit) the massive Xeno Faction Invasion wouldn't just have been Flavor Text, same for Google-chan coming to eat our RAM. T-Rex with his adorable trundly little legs would have stayed Flavor Text though. Would have used the Xenos to Attack randomly.

Edit3:
Aaand if "Finale" and Verraad being at 0 HP is any Example I should have tried getting Interested in this when I first found it earlier last year. * sigh * guess I'll end up under a rock watching everything happen till the end. Might throw a rubber duck at Verraad.

Click to shrink...

Welcome! ...To the final battle! Feel free to help the other Players by launching any attacks you can think of straight at Verraad!

[Focus - Directly from Discord]
Um... Pope? We have a problem in DefTG.
Take a look at the most recent update.

What's the problem, specifically?

Quoting Moniker:
"Both of you sit across from each other at a table. Negotiations are tense. Only one of you will be allowed to leave the table, and return to the battlefield. The other will have to stay at the table until the fight is over. What decision do you make?"

Hm.

It's literally just us. Possible solution: shrink the table and attach it to someone's back?

Yeah, that could work.

Fair enough.

Ya.

So... um, who's gonna accept the table then?
Do we wanna Rock Paper Scissors this?

Hm, rock paper scissors, yea.
Let's go?

Sure.

3...
2...
1...
Scissors! Scissors!

Aw, wait.
Dang.

Dang.
Best of 3?

Sure.

3...
2...
1...
Paper!

...
I took too long.

Nah, its fine.

Hm.


I was gonna say "scissors again" but added the "again" last minute, so...

Hold on, there might be a website for this.


Oooh.

Okay, follow this link. I found one.

Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock – play live!
Online dispute resolution the traditional way, from the relative safety of your computer.

Aw wait. That's the wrong one.


F in the chat.

Hold on...
Let me find an actual Rock Paper Scissors game.
No lizard, no Spock.

Okay! No pressure, by the way.

...
Okay, try this one.


Rock Paper Scissors - Play Online with Friends
Rock paper scissors is a simple and interesting game. Many of us used to play it in a school to resolve disputes or just for fun!

KK, I'm in...
The Rock Paper Scissors battle was of epic proportions. A best of 5 game taking 9 rounds, the whole thing was... frankly, over in a couple of minutes. We had fun, though.
He laughed at the stupidity of the ongoing battle at around this time.
Alright, you win.

Good game, man!

*Pope claps their hands in congratulations.*

Now we just steal this for a post and the other gets their actions.

For sure, yea.

Yay for being the only two player one!

Indeed!

Alright... you got the table so I'll let you have your post.

And so I help Pope tape the shrunken table to their back, so they aren't technically leaving the table - and we both leave, perfectly fine. Even better, Pope still has their actions! Go at em!

Click to shrink...

Both of you leave! Challenge complete x2! The Godmodder curses at his lack of specificity!

"...Hey Mr. Leprechaun."

3 ACTION FOCUS - LET'S PLAY A GAME: Gold challenges the Leprechaun to a game of Checkers. Not just any game of checkers, but 4D checkers. This checkers has random phasing of chips in and out of different layers, causing randomness, and thus, qualifying for the challenge. However, Gold has hired the best tacticians, AI's, and has borrowed the skill Absolute Luck and Lucky Coin from The Hardcore Leveling Warrior. "Thus, there is no way I can lose! I can just flip the coin when I'm about to lose, and gain the advantage! Woooo! Not to mention, I've got many AI's and tacticians behind me! So I have the skill edge too!"

Click to shrink...

You play the Leprechaun in a fierce game of 4D checkers! The Leprechaun immediately begins winning, always having everything just right, pushing you back all across the line! At the last second, you pull out the Lucky Coin, activate Absolute Luck, and- tails? Wait, what? The Leprechaun gets the INSTANT WIN buff, a buff that immediately tripes all the Leprechaun's stats! Somehow, even though this is checkers, the Leprechaun instantly wins! You lose! Better luck next time!

(x3)I create a comfy chair and relax...this is nice.
But all good things must come to an end.After this Treatment, I pester the Temporal Guardian to let me back to the Battlefield, if The Restorer protests...I give her another chocolate bar as symbol of my thanks.

Click to shrink...

As you lay down, getting fully healed, you wonder... the LIFE stasis pod was supposed to be safe, immune to interference... so why...?

A cold chill creeping down your spine, you begin asking to leave. The Temporal Guardian initially denies you, so you threaten them with your chocolate bar! The Temporal Guardian, desperately allergic to chocolate, has no choice but to let you go! Challenge complete!

I pop the lollipop into my own mouth. I couldn't send an innocent child to the final battle! Verraad would kill her! So instead I conjure up a handful of lollipops of various flavors. I then hand them to the kid. Keep safe now kid. I gotta go and fight the good fight. I'll come back and get you some more if you can just be patient for a little while longer.

Click to shrink...

The little girl thanks you, and runs off with her lollipops! Little did you know, she had diabetes, and those lollipops would push her over the edge just enough to kill her. Well, it isn't your problem. Challenge complete!

All actions:
My skeleton threatens to kill me, huh? Well, the joke's on it! I'm Exoskeletal, aren't I? I simply shed my old exoskeleton, leaving it to do its thing as it pleases, and begin the process of growing a new exoskeleton. I'll be a little creepily fleshy for a while, but it's a small price to pay.

Click to shrink...

You return to the battlefield! ...As a mass of raw flesh, crawling along the ground like a slime. Your teammates all shuffle a bit further away from you...

Challenge complete!

If the manta ray is from my profile picture, and i am under the ocean, there is only some things to do.

Similar to that one game, the manta ray begins to circle around me, with both of its head looking at me. I stare at the thing, and bereft of my player powers, I reach out to it. One of the head looks at the offered hand, before the creature starts to drift away, going underneath me.

I felt somewhat betrayed, and was about ready to tear up, when i felt a tug behind my back. The manta ray came back up to chomp on my clothes and dragging me down into the depths with it.

I struggled to try and get out of its strong jaws, but the fight died down in me, as i saw that the darkness kept growing more familiar. Surprisingly, going deeper did not put pressure on me, only lessened it.

After who knows how long, i popped out of the blackness, into the field again, with all of the other players and the godmodder.

i looked up to see only inky blackness, and see if i can light an incense for the creature.

Click to shrink...

The ray takes you where you need to be. You never could have swam up in time. This was the only way.

Challenge complete!

''If I really did it, why is there no evidence ?''

Click to shrink...

The other trial members gasp. That's RIGHT! If that's the case... then that means... that can't be...

Later, after several hundred truth bullets, three nervous breakdown, twelve separate fakeouts, and only one shouting match, the resident Ultimate Detective is CERTAIN they've found the right guy! They all vote and... its punishment time for everyone! Yeah, you totally did it. You walk out scott-free. Challenge complete!

I feel the sun on my face and a smile in my Heart. I am able to have innocent moments and experiences that make up for.... for what?

I'm not sure. But despite feeling an odd coldness, I feel so much more lighthearted. I don't care nor do I have to.

I'm with my family ag- With my family.

What's so wrong with that?

...

But... something feels wrong.

I feel something deep within me. Something dark and angry and hurting. I talk to my mom and grandmother about it. They comfort me.

But the darkness does not abate, until suddenly it does.

As does all willfullness. I just want to go with the flow now. No complaints from me...

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Meanwhile, on the battlefield, there sits the Pure Cleric. She waits idly by to help John Smith's Resolve or to heal him. However, there's no thoughts in her mind about the upcoming omnicide or the crimes the Godmodder committed. None at all.

There is, however, a different, more awkward set of thoughts on her mind. A player, amidst the crowd, who seemed to have put on shades just to act cool towards her and flirt. It was bizarre. Why would anyone care about her with her helping the Godmodder? And furthermore...

She covered her face as she fought off a blush. She never figured herself to be affected so much by something so corny. Granted, that may have to do more with the fact that she doesn't think about herself much at all. Her single sole drive is to heal after all. Not much room elsewhere for things like self.

However, that's when she felt something peculiar. Nothing affecting her negatively, but suddenly, she felt a lot more willful. A lot more... negative.

No. She was feeling the feelings of someone else. She was connected to someone.

John? No, it wasn't smug and overconfident and laden with insecurity underneath it all.

From there, the silence is almost deafening. Until it wasn't.

"Pure Cleric, we need to talk."

She looked, but she saw nothing. But not all status effects were visible, so she closed her eyes...

And saw two figures.

Both looked like the Player. But they way they held themselves were so unlike the bright, doofy player she caught glimpses of. One was slightly hunched, glaring and looking hurt. Her instincts were confused, for they both screamed that he was to be healed... and that he was the malignance that she was meant to destroy and prevent. Sort of like that dangerous bad boy who, deep down, wasn't all bad... but still was pretty bad on the surface.

The other stood straight, and was cold and aloof. There was nothing in him. He was nothing, almost. Nothing except one defining trait that showed through his fierce, hawklike gaze. The gaze of somone stuck to a task, and determined to see it through.

Because she had missed out on Straxala and Alastair, Seeker of Darknesses' entire condensed character arc, and was not versed in KH at all except for status ailments (up to and including Norting- nasty little case of Heart Parasitism) she was completely lost.

Straixala spoke up again.

"Pure Cleric... Alastair Dragovich needs your help."

She blinks. Then she tilts her head.

"You.. want me to help your Player?"

SoD spoke up.

"Yes! Geez, you're just going to turn us down, aren't you, because you side with the Godmo- Sorry, that John Smith jackass. "

"N-no, I'll help you! I was just surprised!"

The two stood there, almost in surprised. Straixala recovered first.

"But of course. Your description was that you held no sin, save for siding with the Godmodder. You don't hold anything against the Players."

She nodded, but then frowned.

"Wasn't he sent into a personal challenge, though? Then what seems to be the problem?"

"He won't get off his lazy ass! He's supposed to be stopping this Genocidal lunatic, and yet he's being lazy and fuckng about! Normally I'm all about that, but I'm much angrier at the Godmodder, and it seems to be the Light shit and I can't even comprehend-"

He feels a hand rest on his shoulder. It was Straixala's, who points to the Pure Cleric, whose mind was now racing furiously. Her determination and will was just as strong as Straixala's, if not stronger for being focused to a single point and drive.

"I'll need to double check, but I have a few ideas. Give me a moment."

She focuses, and the connection she is in transports her to the scene. The scene of someone so utterly entranced and lifelessly following in the footsteps of loved ones. She looked him over once, then turned to the two look alikes that she, correctly, presumed were elements of his subconscious.

"Well, assuming you reuinite with him, he should actually beat this on his own," she answers honestly. "I could speed the process along, but if I do, that would probably lead to his Actions being wasted. It's for the best to just let this one play out."

"Are you sure?" Straixala asked with a burning intensity.

The Pure Cleric stared back with a certainty so strong it didn't need to be clad in iron. "Certain. It's just exhaustion, and if it's allowed to run its course in the post he'll choose to leave. Sure, there's elements of heartbreak, but while he acts like he's following along... once you remerge with him, he'll push the boundaries until he forces things to come to a head."

"Pretty smart about psychology for a freaking healer." SoD snaps.

"The mind has ailments too, same as anyone else." The Pure Cleric replied with a smile.

"...so this was just flavortext and therefore a colossal waste of time. Fuck."

For a moment, there was silence once more.

Then, SoD spoke up again.

"So, while we're here, I'm going to cut to the chase- why are you siding with the literally omnicidal git?"

"Huh?"

"The Godmodder known as John Smith also known as Verraad is going to destroy reality and try to make a new one in his image." Straixala supplied. "For one as determined to help and heal people, siding with someone with motivations such as that seem contradictory on the surface."

"Oh, is that all?" The Pure Cleric bounced on her feet a little. "It's because he needed my help. Nothing more."

"...ex-fucking-scuse me?" SoD said dumbly.

The Pure Cleric shrugged helplessly. "I don't have another reason? I heard his call for help, and so I came. I'm here to heal and prevent status effects. Why should I discriminate? He needs help. Who he is, what he does... that doesn't matter."

Another beat.

"Ha..."

"What's so funny?" Asks the Pure Cleric.

SoD thinks for a moment. "Once upon a time... he would have found it admirable. He would have found you admirable on all fronts, really. Lemme tell ya a story, first."

"So... he is a guy who has been trying to help out. That's all he wants. He works and works at it. He ain't perfect, but then who is? Perfect don't exist really.

"He's also helped out several enemies and villains. Not all of them were nice. In fact, most of them were scum of one sort or another. Mostly because he saw something in them, or thought it was the right thing, regardless of who they were. Sounds familiar, right?

"But one of them says something to him one day. He goes... I can't be assed to say it exactly, but it was like 'if you try to help everyone like this... it won't always work out.'

"So, along comes this one lunatic. Valla, I think her name is. Real nut about freedom. Might have wanted to help her, somehow...

"But... along the way, it became apparent how low she was going to go. For something called a Player lock. He noticed, amidst the chaos, but she stole the first item. So he had a dillema.

"He didn't say much at the time, but it was a real conflict. Because at the same time, everyone was in a real tight jam. fighting an army -and oh boy, what a whopper that was!

"So, help the dame, or help against the army. Now, he could have split his focus, and I'm guess that's what you would have done, right? I see that head bob.

"He chose to not help her. Either time he saw her."

The Pure Cleric looked taken aback. "What, but why!?"

"A smidge of righteousness... but the bigger truth was that he knew he couldn't help everyone. Look at yourself and ask- while the Godmodder's armies are raging... who many status effects are going about, you think?"

She paused. She hadn't thought about it, but with a Player vs Entity war...

"Too many."

"But you're here."

She found herself at a loss for words.

"Whether you realize it or not, you're picking and choosing too, on who to help. By helping this jerk, you're sticking to the moral high ground of not discriminating. Great job, but you ain't got the high ground when it comes to everyone else. You're helping their murderer inflict status worse than perma-death. Nonexistence." He waits until it sinks in. "You ain't perfect. And you may be pure in one way, but you're staining yourself black by helping the omnicidal maniac."

Straixala has already left. The Pure Cleric reaches out as SoD turns around.

"Wait, what are you saying!?"

"I'm saying, lady, that you're nice. But you've got a choice to make. Quit working for John over there... or stain your hands in everyone's blood just before you die forever. Give up the moral high ground, or give up the pretense of the moral high ground. I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which."

"...why are you helping me?"

"Honestly? To see you squirm for your shit," He says, his head turned towards her. "You reject your inner Darkness - any darkness in your heart. You'd be much better off not so pure."

And then he retreats, and the connection is cut.

Leaving her all alone with her thoughts.

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I wake up from a daze. What was that? That was a dream... that felt like a memory. Or was it a memory that felt like a dream?

"Like, is any of this for real, or not-"

And that's when I feel a cold chill come over me. From the depths of my heart, I remember a scene I know I hadn't watched here. Of Superman trapped by a Lotus Eater demon plant thing, saying.. saying...

I run to my Gran. She was always home, no matter what.

"Gran! Gran!" I cry out in tears, frightened by the premonition.

She turns and hugs me, putting down the laundry she was folding on the living room table. I hug her back, and we stay like that for a long while. Eventually, she asks me what's the matter. I stubbornly refuse. But she doesn't back down. She pries and pries.

'She should respect your right to privacy, shouldn't she?'

I banish the thought, and remember that when I do finally open up, I always feel better anyway. So I tell her about my fear of her not being real, along with my bro and Mom.

She pauses in thought, then asks me where I got the idea. Who told me that they weren't real.

No one, I answer, it just came to me. She smiled and laughed and hugged me again.

Oh my darling, she speaks, it's okay. I'm right here. I'm real.

After we get it out of our system, I go to play with my brother. We run around the yard endlessly. We smile and laugh.

'But the grass itched my feet.'

The curious cold thought stops me cold. This causes my brother to run into me. I turn to him, eyes wide with fear at an outburst.

But it doesn't come. Grateful, I move on.

It gets late. Really late. But that's okay, Mom always got home really late.

Always GETS home really late.

I wait. Gran doesn't seem to mind... but it's late, and I should be in bed. Why isn't she urging me on?

Is it because she knows me and Mom watch that one parody news show together at 12?

No, that doesn't happen yet.

Yet?

Why am I thinking these words?

What time is it? I can't see the clock. No, wait, I see it, but I don't know what it looks like. I... I don't remember what it looks like-

And then the door opens to my small, cramped home. In comes mom from a long day at work...

And she goes to bed.

I sit in confusion. It wasn't always like this, right?

It changes for the better later on in some ways, and in some ways for the worse.

Then I stop myself. I feel overwhelmed. I am a child.... right?

I feel fear, and I cry. It's loud enough to bring my mom out. She hugs me to, and asks me what's wrong.

"Mom.... I remembered a line from a show. It was of Superman, trapped in a nice dream, but with a family he never had. He asks- no, he says..." I gulp. "I love you, but I'm scared. I'm afraid you aren't even real."

She looks confused. I speak up again.

"Mom... what should I do? What should I do if... if you're not real? If none of this is real, and I'm just..."

"Well, do you remember us?"

I nod, slowly...

"And your love for us is real, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Then that's all that matters, right?"

I blink away the tears. It's coming back to me, bit by bit.

"...Mom... I... I may have to go. I... I don't know if you're MY mom."

"So you're leaving home?"

I think hard. Then I nod.

"I... I have to go. I don't think I'll truly leave, but I have to GO."

She's confused, upset, and has tears on her face, but the entire situation is different. I'm older. She's older. The house is older.

"You're leaving me?"

I nod, and try to swallow, but my throat is dry. She looks deeply hurt...

But then she hugs me, if a bit reluctantly.

"If that's what you want, then you go ahead and do it." She says genuinely. "It's your life to live. I just want you to be happy and proud of you being the best you you can be."

I hug her back. "Thank you."

Had I not gone to fought a Godmodder, I don't think we'd have this moment. But maybe it's a moment I should have or should have had anyway. Who knows.

But... for the first time...

I walk out the doors of my home. My bro and Gran are on the front steps, tears in their eyes. My bro is hurt and confused, but he's trying his best to be good. And gran... she's smiling.

I wave them goodbye.

"I love you!"

I reach the gate. I pause. Was it really this easy?

I open the gate, and walk to the road.

The Godmodder could be destroyed just like that here, I think I think.

I take a deep breath. I feel a backpack on my shoulders.

It's full of memories.

I move on.

Stopping the Godmodder isn't that easy. I could do it here... but it wouldn't be worth it to anyone outside of here.

For the first time, I set out on my own, of my own free will.

I'm free. Freer than I've ever known.

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I find myself back at the final battle. I let go of a deep breath and deep weight.

I see before me the Pure Cleric. She looks lost in thought. I walk up to her.

"For some reason, I feel like I've been thinking about something for a while." She says honestly before giving a small laugh. I guess I'm confused. Better not do anything, lest I damage myself..."

"Hey... can I ask of you a favor?"

She looks to me to see my pleading eyes.

"I... I have a creation. A daughter. If I win... she'll live. If John loses, she'll live. So... I need to ask two favors, because even if we win... I won't make it past the end."

She notices my cough, but I hold up my hand. "Confusion, remember. You'd hurt yourself in the process. And I think I've taken too much damage anyway. I'm living on borrowed time."

"... what do you want me to do?"

"When the confusion passes.... leave this final battlefield. The Godmodder's powers make real things now. You're real. You should go." I look at her eyes, the same color as D.I.G.I.'s. "And... could you take care of my daughter for me? The entity, D.I.G.I.? Could you please help her?"

The Pure Cleric thought and sought an answer in herself. Then, she 'remembered' the first conversation. A real fabrication, for the contents are real, but due to how the Actions here are set up, this came after the escape Action by necessity.

Then, the final Action kicks in as I give her a cocky look, but without my shades this time.

"C'mon, I know you're the best. Will you do it for me?"

And that's it.

She's charmed.

She agrees, and that is that. In the EoTB, her Confusion will wear off... and she'll leave the battlefield, to help D.I.G.I., and then from there to choose who needs help in a less pure, but more satisfactory way.

And that, will be that.

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Action Summary:

Action 1: Find the strength to leave the Lotus Hell.

Action 2: Confuse the Pure Cleric with a fabricated memory that might as well be real from the beginning of the post.

Action 3: Charm the Pure Cleric into leaving the field of Combat and removing the Godmodder of his RESOLUTE HEART ability!

Spoiler: Old message to GoldHero101

GoldHero101 Can you not kill the Resolute Heart Cleric? Pretty please? I have a plan to get my character out of his jam and take care of the Resolute Heart Cleric in one fell swoop.

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You wouldn't know it, because you walked away. But as you drew further from that old home... everything turned to dust. Slowly, it crumbled into nothing. It hadn't really been there at all to begin with, and Reality was simply updating things to their proper place. But... outside, there is something real. There's a lot of real people, and they're counting on you and all your fellow Players.

Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, the Pure Cleric is confronted with ugly truths. Forced to ask questions to which there is no good answer. Is she merely the generous, kind-hearted all-loving person she imagines herself as? Or a hypocrite and a fool, who cares more about appearing good than doing good?

...

Hahaha this is actually pretty easy for me
I point out to my friends the shark
And let them know am needed elsewhere

Besides am lame my friends(pretty much one person) know and accept this
So yay

Hmm but still
I go towards the beach, summon the shark then suplex it into the ground
Then walk off away from the sun set
And teleport as soon as i leave the line of sight

Edit: one more thing
Verrad has bullet hair lol
It is made from my power
I can use that

I smirk
Everything goes into darkness
(Not really, i just covered the camera)

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Your friends think you're lame, and pull out knives to stab you until you aren't lame anymore! However, after seeing you suplex the shark, they change their minds. Challenge complete!

The quiet watcher observes what he can see, only for something to bother him as he did so. He was a simple guard here, but he wasn't on the streets. He was above those he could see, which meant he had to be in a watchtower. Watchtowers weren't meant to observe the inside of towns, but the outsides to aid in defending against invaders. For a watchtower to be positioned with the sole purpose of watching the inside of somewhere, that meant he had to be in a prison. That said though, he wouldn't watch alone. No guard watched alone, for there was always someone to send off to alert others of what they could see. Yet, as he turned his head to tell the other guard to send word to the men below to handle the man he could see, the watchtower was dark, cold, empty. He didn't bother trying to climb down to pass the info along, instead leaning out of the edges of the tower to see the dark entrance leading up the tower. He was alone, which couldn't be.

He closed his eyes and sighed, his mind slowly working through the things he could remember, and some of the things he couldn't. He worked as a guard at... The Facility. He manned... The cameras. Something was trying to... Break something, instead of breaking in like what they were warned about. This had to be something else, something meant to distract, to let them through to the Bulwark. He didn't have time for this, not now. His mind went to the training he'd been through for these scenarios, for when the Beings twisted things to do whatever they wanted, and for the multiple events he'd stopped. He dissociated first, his mind refocusing and going over his thoughts as he did so for any signs of tampering anywhere in his mind, stripping them out as everything was aligned against outside intrusion. He then stood up and punched his jaw in an attempt to verify whether this was a mental trap or a dimensional one, the two most common variations in these traps. The pain he felt from his jaw before he spat out one of his many incisors told him everything he needed, his hand sliding into his coat to grasp his vest's controls, only to feel nothing. He apparently already had to use its effects to counter something, which meant he needed to do something mildly more drastic.

His hand reached for his official knife, ignoring the ghostly one he felt resting above the real one as his mind indicated its existence. He pulled it out, walked over to the nearest wall, and carefully cut a rectangle into it large enough to be a door, ignoring the blue glow that appeared through the cracks as he did so. He jabbed the knife into it right where the doorknob would be on a normal door before twisting, an eldritch click occurring as he pushed. The stone wall opened up, revealing a closet filled with all sorts of weapons, armor pieces, and technical gadgets that certainly couldn't exist, since it wasn't visible on the other side of the wall before now. He reached in, ignoring everything beyond a very specific device, and pulled out a small remote that wouldn't be out of place in a gaming convention. He closed the impossible door, twisting the knife back into its original position before withdrawing it, the blue light fading as the wall fell inwards, revealing nothing beyond the open air on the other side of it. He began to type on the controller, inserting a code meant to be used in the event of something throwing them into the numerous other existences out there. Reality flickered for a moment, but nothing else changed. The quiet watcher glared at the device before his attention was drawn back to the man that was visible in the streets outside despite the fact it was a dark night, picking a lock on a building that his mind told him was abandoned even now. He felt his face twitch before his body's position changed.

His legs spread themselves, his arms shifting backwards as he aimed. He felt his feet move as the arm holding the device stretched backwards, almost touching the other wall of the watchtower. His arm moved as his shoulder rotated, launching the worthless device outwards at high speeds towards its target, feeling a mild sense of vindication as he did so. The door exploded inwards as the device impacted the wood, blowing it off its hinges as he felt happiness at the device's destruction. He ignored the man's reactions as he planned on how he would be getting back to wherever he had been, for they didn't matter to him. After all...

He may be a guard, but he wasn't truly the guard for this town.

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Destroying the door, you prepare to leave, but then, you feel a hand on your shoulder...

Ahem. I am from IA. That was a test, dear watcher. As you know, we regularly send in false thieves to determine how guards-

You wrest your shoulder away. This is nonsense. You have no time!

You feel two hands grip your chest, and pull you closer...

As punishment, you will be administered a controlled shock...

You feel a sudden pain. You are now Moderately Injured! Blindly, you shove the agent off and sprint away! Footsteps erupt behind you, but you manage to evade your pursuers and return to the battlefield!

Challenge... escaped.

"JOHN! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT YOU MADE ME DO THIS!" I cast an autorevive spell on all 10 of the baby dragons that will activate after 10 seconds, then put them to sleep. I then spend the next little while looking at my soul, making sure that, if the autorevive doesn't work, that I can at least bring them into my soul where they will be protected from the Godmodder, and they will be able to live on inside of me. I then open my eyes and drop 10,000 tons of granite on them. I remove the granite surrounding them, and put them on top of a comfortable bed. If they don't revive after a minute, I draw their souls into me. Either way, John will pay for this. Edit: Alastair gave me a better idea. I freeze the baby dragons in time for 5 minutes after hitting them with a hammer that only makes small bruises. This is brutal to the baby dragons, as they are young, and don't have the same life experience. They are also technically murdered because they have all of their bodily functions stop, which is what death means. After this is done, I proceed to give them all therapy.

WHAT IS THIS! EVERYONE ELSE HAD EASY OPTIONS, AND THEN I HAVE TO KILL 10 BABY DRAGONS! IS THIS REVENGE FOR ALL THE DAMAGE I DID?

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You "murder" the baby dragons, and leave them mewling! The challenge unlocks, and a door opens in the wall. You're allowed to leave, though something about the way the door opens feels... begrudging. You step outside with grim determination.

...yeah, Eyowe's facing down Krill13, the guy who put him into this situation. The latter, meanwhile does not know what just happened and why he's in front of Eyowe now. Shortly on, he realizes now what time it is. He looks up at Eyowe, who seems to be preparing his retribution for being sent into this place. Krill13 tries to tell Eyowe to ease up, to not take things too far, for it was all a joke. But Eyowe doesn't falter. He glows bright white, his appearance growing more divine, the choir part from the Halo theme plays, as his retribution comes close.

Then, it happens; he dabs, he t-poses, he cicada blocks, he default dances, he flosses, he performs all other Fortnite dances, he Minecraft sneak-and-jump-and-hit-the-air-dances, he dishes out a thousand dad jokes, he recites the Bee Movie script twice, the Navy Seal Copypasta thrice, he comes to make an announcement, he makes a call-out post on twitter dot com, he pisses on the moon, he performs all other dominating and roasting actions not yet mentioned, and finally, ends it in a Thanos-style fingersnap, all in one second.

Krill13 is utterly devastated, he is now socially defeated. He can no longer walk out into the public without at least a hundred people looking at him with disgust, or laughter, or worse, disgaughter. And it'll probably last for like, 2 weeks.

Meanwhile, a crack in this separate realm forms thanks to Eyowe's action. This crack just so happens to lead back into the battlefield, and Eyowe indeed uses it to get back.

I, on the other hand, am just watching this happen while narrating it too. I mean, I'm not Krill13, I'm just a narrator hired to narrate Eyowe's part in this war.

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Krill13 makes a big show of being devastated! Yes, there is definitely no need to use enormous physical violence, because Krill13 is SOCIALLY defeated! Revenge!

Eyowe returns. Challenge complete!

Well these ain't the Urists I'm used to commanding! Well, I'll think of something.... Hmm, seems the Urist can secrete a wide variety of certain compounds. Time to study my chemistry!

After a while of studying, I know all I need to know and make my decision. I order all the urists to begin producing moderate amounds of [2,3-diethyl]5-hydroxycetylunobtanium phlebotiniumperoxysulfate. This technically-metastable compound is largely harmless and inert in most living sentient being. However, in the presence of extremely high levels of power (such as, say, those found in a Godmodder's body), the compound becomes violently explosive.

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KA-BOOM!

Challenge complete.

Damage to the Godmodder! Healing pulse!

To be a Player is not to wait patiently. To be a Player is to seek out the current Godmodder and do one's best to slay them.
To be a Player is not to accept the obstacles that prevent one from achieving the above goal. To be a Player is to overcome them whenever possible.
To be a Player is to attack the Godmodder. Failing that, it is to sidestep the obstacles in one's way. Failing that, it is to plow straight through.

I have no unnecessary patience. I will not wait in this room for one subjective second longer than I have to.

Using YOREHAMMER POWER, I destroy the room, bypassing any defenses it may have. Then, with nothing to bar my way, I return to the battlefield.

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You try to activate YOREHAMMER POWER! It doesn't work because your Player Powers are gone. BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER! YOU WILL OVERCOME!

You slam your head into the wall repeatedly! One time! Ten times! A hundred times! A thousand times! A million times! ONE BILLION TIMES! You shatter it, and leave! Challenge complete! But you now have a mild concussion and are slightly injured.

Seeing as Winkins is still buried in paperwork and cant afford to stress over the extra work on his table from the scheduling of extra workers being added into a project that he's trying not to think about, he remains oblivious to the realm about him and continues to work on the project.

The Bot that has replaced him for the past few turns simply lays out its options, aside from its main directive at simply throw attacks at the Godmodder.
1. Stay trapped in the sewers.
2. Pick a tunnel.
3. Leave realm.
4. Attack the Godmodder There's no 4th option.

It picks to leave, poofing in the air along with Winkins and his desk.

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The bot tries to leave. However, it senses a wall. A "immediately deal three tiers of injury damage" wall. Shall it force past the wall?

FOCUS:

Scott but it's a girl tensed— more metaphorically than literally, seeing how actually tensing up could potentially be classified as "movement," and therefore considered illegal in whatever backwards prison the Godmodder has conjured up for her. And yes, it was a prison. How stupid did the Godmodder think he was? It wasn't like Scott but it's a girl had been born yesterday. (It was more like a few weeks ago. But that was more than enough time to wizen up to the tricks of society.) Scott but it's a girl suppressed the urge to shiver at the hot breath against her neck, her unknown assailant making its presence very clear. She thought about the instructions she'd been given. "Take two steps backwards, make no other movements, and you'll be back where you're supposed to be." Back where she's supposed to be... Scott but it's a girl meditated in infinite solitude on these words, and she came to her own conclusion.

She wasn't supposed to be on this final battlefield. She wasn't supposed to be in a rapidly-decaying reality, with stars in her eyes and wind in her hair. She wasn't supposed to be kicking bubblegum and chewing ass. She wasn't supposed to be wrapped up in the Godmodder's schemes, fighting for something she was barely a part of. No. She was supposed to be dead. Scott but it's a girl was living on borrowed time. She was a player, yes, but one hijacked into existence by the machinations of two other powerful players. Ones who could have fought for themselves, but chose to give up their souls in her stead. Her creation was a debt imposed onto the fabric of this war, and it was one that had to be repaid. Scott but it's a girl knew, clearly, and from the moment of her inception, that she would die a glorious, beautiful death, and she would return to the absence from which she was taken. So, if she took two steps backwards... She would die. Even if whatever was behind her wasn't a trap and didn't immediately kill her, she would be taken to where she was supposed to be. And she was supposed to be nowhere. Which meant that no matter what happened, if Scott but it's a girl obeyed that command, she was gone.

But she wasn't ready to die yet. Even if she wasn't meant to be fighting alongside this assortment of players that had forged their own destinies, it didn't change the fact that her parents had created her so that she could make them proud. She'd already damaged the Godmodder multiple times. And Scott but it's a girl was lying to herself if she said she wasn't interested in seeing if she could keep that streak going. The words of encouragement from Moniker give Scott but it's a girl a steely resolve. Now wasn't the time to retreat. Now was the time to advance. To change her fate, and to ensure that when she died, she would go out in the greatest fireworks show that Reality had ever seen. One that would, even with God not in his heaven, ensure that all was right with the world.

Scott but it's a girl took two steps forward, grabbed ahold of the fairy, turned it into Navi, and then turned it into an ocarina. With it, she played a song that sounded different to anyone, but invariably reminded them of their earliest memory. She warped out of the black chamber in a flash.

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Whatever was breathing behind you lunges - but its too late! You begin playing an ocarina song, immediately pausing the game! A giant paw awkwardly hovers only inches away from your face, clearly about to unleash a devastating attack when it unpauses - but it'll be too late then! You warp back to where you WANT to be - the battlefield.

"Bwhahaha, I succeeded! I accomplished something. I'm sorry Godmodder, but it app-"

Huh.

Endless, eternal growth. Become so vast and indomitable that no foe can harm me nor slay my entities. Continue to welcome more entities to this 'family', where they can be safe and secure despite the nearby conflict. Oh, that sounds so wonderful...

Yet...I can not do it.

Such conditions would prevent my entities from growing, from becoming more than a series of stats whose personalities exist only as long as I maintain them. They'd all become akin to the Deleter in that environment. Immensely powerful, amazing and merely empty shells guided by my will.

I...

I...

I can't do that to them.

Combat to end the threat of the Godmodder (and making sure to be ready if the Players also become a threat beyond the HEXAGONAFIELD) will hurt. It will take a flaming stake and stab it into my heart every time a entity...no, a friend dies but...they won't grow into real beings under a management system of escalation and snowballing techniques. Keeping them under me, keeping them from acting in any way that'd cause them harm...makes me worst than the Godmodder. I won't become an eternal puppet master, having so many lifeless puppets on my strings.

As Rotaz once said, "What is life without challenge?"

Admittedly, he was sarcastically referring to when my entities had food and water mechanics forced upon them put those words still ring with truth. Eternal neutrality won't help anyone. Even if my entities didn't suffer this risk of never developing...what about Reality?

What right do I have to turn my eye from anything that happens to others? I...have to accept that sometimes action not for me is needed. Actions that benefit more than myself or my entities, actions that may fail. Actions that only help those I'll never know...the Godmodder is a threat and how can I do nothing.

If any of my entities truly become more, how can I face them and say, "Oh, Reality's devastated. Well...I could have done something but...I felt eternal entity escalation was more important than everyone else."

It's an impossible choice but the answer oh so cruelly shines clear. I must act. I must accept the losses.

Now is the time for this [N] army to begin actively fighting against the Godmodder (and force Players into binding treaties if needed. AGers can never be trusted when they're dealing with filthy Neutrals).

Hopefully death will take before I can look back and feel endless sorrow.

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You order the [N] army to protect their favorite Reality to live in - Reality!

And in doing so, you solve the Secret Test of Character! Yes, it was only a test all along!

(Pretend to be surprised, these character tests can be really temperamental!)

'Well they say the only easy day was yesterday.' I think to myself as I survey the situation I have found myself in. Making sure to keep the hulking entity in my peripheral vision I look around the Battlefield. I see that the field seems to stretch on forward and behind into forever with the mouldering piles of bodies of countless lives lost, As well as scorched out remains of millions of war machines. I thing I do notice that when from side to side is that after about a mile or so is the bodies and war machines seem to stop at almost a invisible borderline. Past the Border there seems to be no bodies or ruined machines past that line, Kind of like a background in a video game that is meant to give the illusion of more map space in the game but preventing players from leaving the map. 'I wonde-' I begin to think to myself when suddenly the Entity blocking my way forwards apparently grow tired of waiting for me to make the first move and went on the attack.

Having been keeping it in my peripheral vision I saw it coming and I am able to leap out of the way and with a roll I am to it's right. 'Hmm, Well I am going to experiment to see If what I am thinking is correct.' I looking back at the creature I see that is as already turn to face me and is getting ready to attack again. Deciding not to give it the chance I start running not forwards or backwards but to the right and towards where I think the invisible border is with the creature in hot pursuit.

After about 10 minutes of running and dodging dozens of attacks from the entity. I start getting close to where I am wanting to go. As I get closer I see fewer and fewer bodies and destroyed machines. As I dodge another attack from my purser by rolling foreword I suddenly find myself banging into a wall head first. "Ow!" I say aloud and rub my head and I look at what I hit my head against. Looking where I hit my head I see nothing and it looks like there should still be plenty of map to keep running through. Quickly bringing my left hand forward I feel physical force against my hand. 'Alright I found my invisible wall. Which means I have a idea on how to escape.' I think to myself as I stand up and turn to face the entity that had been chasing my this whole time.

Looking at it I see that it has stopped for the moment as it is catching it breath from having to run for around 10 minutes straight in a attempt to catch me. I can see that it is massive and could probably crush a tank with it's body weight alone. Exactly what I need. Closing my eyes for a moment I focus all of my energy into my wish. 'I wish for a shield that so long as I am holding onto it I cannot come to harm!'
Suddenly in a flash of red light a small translucent buckler shield appears in my hands. 'A bit smaller then I was hoping for but hopefully it will do.' I think to myself as I look at the buckler shield. Just as I finish my thought I see the Creature seems to have caught it's breath and is rearing up to slam itself against me.

Quickly I tighten the grip on the buckler and press myself against the invisible wall and hold the buckler in front of me towards the creature. 'I hope this works!' I think to myself as the hulking entity brings it's whole body mass against me to try and crush me. With a resounding pound I find myself being press tighter and tighter against the invisible wall as the creature presses as hard as it can to crush me to death. But for the moment the buckler is doing it's job of letting no harm come to me. The pressure from the to opposing forces that I am stuck in between keep increasing as I am press tighter into the invisible barrier until finally what I hoped and needed to happen happened and I find myself pushed past the invisible wall and I fall out of the bounds of the map.

Standing up I look at the invisible wall and the creature that had unwitting let me get past it. The entity is now clawing at the barrier looking frustrated that it is being blocked by something it cannot see or get past. I smirk a little and give a two finger salute before then looking at my surroundings. I can quickly tell that the is a drop in texture quality on the other side of the invisible wall probably because no one was never meant to be here which might that the there probably was not much further to go. Ignoring the roars of impotent rage from the creature on the other side of the wall I wall foreword into the outside map area. Seeing the texture quality get worse and worse as I move in until finally I found straight line with nothing beyond it just a empty blackness. 'Well this is what I was looking for. Either this will get me out and back to dealing with John Smith or I will be royally fucking myself over. Well nothing ventured nothing gained.' I think to myself as I step over the threshold and suddenly find myself falling.

As I fall into the pitchless black void I for a brief moment see the entire map from underneath it. The thousands of miles, the billions of bodies, the millions of destroyed war machines, all of it. But the further I fall into the pit the more all of these things disappear from view until there nothing left. (3 CP used)

Spoiler: OOC: To give a visual of what I am doing

Click to shrink...

Somehow, someway, you do it. The false HEXAGONAFIELD, something you weren't supposed to question, has its artificiality abruptly and rudely revealed as you stumble and begin falling, falling, and falling! There seems to be nothing... anywhere. Just as you think you're going to fall forever, you feel your full power and might return. In a flash of blue light, you're back with your trusted allies. The Godmodder stands before you all.

Verraad: How... How did so many of you return?

Verraad: I designed those challenges SO carefully... and now, almost all of you are back!

Verraad: Why!? You should have been trapped forever!

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The Pure Cleric steps towards the Players!

Pure Cleric: ...I'm sorry, Players. I understand, now. I'll leave this fight to you!

Pure Cleric: Please! Accept this blessing!

The Pure Cleric casts ALLHEAL! All Players are restored one injury level upwards! The Pure Cleric also bestows Resolute Heart abilities! Players now have the power of Resolute Heart and can use it in their attacks!

Pure Cleric non-violently dealt with!

The Leprechaun, still Godmodder-aligned and ready to rumble, gives you his NEXT CHALLENGE! He bets on a HORSE RACE! Six horses line up around a perfectly circular track. ready to run 3 laps! The Leprechaun bets on Horse 3, the most average horse of the bunch! The other horses are lined up in order of strength - Horse 1 is the weakest, smallest, and slowest, and Horse 6 is the biggest, strongest, and fastest!

With a bang, the Horses begin running! Immediately, five horses of the six trip! As you can guess, Horse 3 is the one that doesn't trip! Help ensure that Horse 3 doesn't win!

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Verraad's powers are returning. You can sense them building. Soon, he'll regain full control over God and Satan's abilities, and then... it'll all be over. But for now...

Godmodder Actions 1-3: The Godmodder heals himself for 3 HP! He's preparing to dig in for these last 4 turns!

Godmodder Actions 4-5: Using the last Legendary Weapon Power available to him, the Godmodder activates INFINILEAF CLOVER and curses Alastair, Eternalstruggle, and pope with BAD LUCK! Immediately, the three of them get three separate phone calls! Its a divorce lawyer informing them that not only have their wives cheated on them, their kids have cheated on them, too! All are immediately SERIOUSLY INJURED! ...Emotionally. And physically.

Player Actions 1-3: The Godmodder must put ALL his Player Power into his very final, ultimate Combat Operandi! It shall be the last send-off for Reality! Be prepared! Or better yet, be dead!

CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 130% + Yorehammer + Resolute Heart!
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal
[AG]DragonOfHope
[AG]Daskter (Slightly injured!)(Challenge)
[AG]Eyowe
[AG]Strider
[AG]Gnich
[AG]Crusher
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci
[AG]DanganMachin
[AG]Captain.cat
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)(Slightly injured!)(Challenge)
[AG]Eternalstruggle(Seriously Injured!)
[AG]ThatRandomGuy
[AG]Alastair Dragovich(Seriously Injured!)
[AG]Piono(Moderately Injured!)
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz (Slightly injured!)(Challenge)
[N+2]CaptainNZZZ
[AG]General_Urist (Slightly injured!)
[AG]GoldHero101 (has fragment of HOPE!)
[AG]Karpinsky
[AG]The Quiet Watcher(Slightly Injured!)
[AG]JOEbob (Slightly injured!)
[AG]Cephalos Jr.
[AG]Bill Nye
[AG]Ranger Strider
[AG]Winkins(Challenge)
[AG]The_Two_Eternities
[AG]Torix
[AG]Scott But Its a Girl(TwinBuilder + Victory by Ablation)
[AG]pope(Seriously Injured!)


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Verraad: 3/100,000,000 HP, Final Combat Operandi in 1!
Seriously Injured! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 4!

Leprechaun: 25% HP! Special: Game of Chance: 0/0, Wielding Infinileaf Clover Replica! Defeat by solving games of chance!

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Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator
Godmodder Soul Orb

 

[Moniker]

I send my newly created Orks on a might WWAAGGHH against the Godmodder or any of his allies, them being armed with the guns, armor, and mighty boom boxes I created. And the energy field allows that the more of them get in a certain spot, and the louder they are, the harder they are to kill.

I then throw another moon at him.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder casts SILENCE on the Orks! They find their boomboxes have stopped playing! They make no noise, and are easily slaughtered by the millions!

As the last remnants of the Orks struggle onwards, you slip up and trip over a rock while trying to throw the moon, causing the moon to hit the ground, roll down a hill, and crash right into the Orks, killing the rest of them!

(x3)I invoke the Sacred Land Arts of Healing, and invoke the Key yo good Health, healing up pope,EternalStruggle and Alastair

Click to shrink...

All healed by one injury level!

I chuckle as I return. Remember the ultracharge I gave the Godmodder two rounds back?
And how it ended at Megacharge?

It was actually secretly a NEGACHARGE, and negates a portion of his health bar, removing the hit point he gained from stealing the megacharge and taking another one with it as they run off to elope together.

(please help I keep not being able to think of good attacks)

Click to shrink...

CRAP! The Godmodder throws out the NEGACHARGE before it can do any damage! -1 Godmodder HP!

Firstly, the quiet watcher idly notes that the third horse is doing pretty well, though as it got further and further without issue, he smiled. As it finally began to falter as the toxic locoweeds it had been fed earlier were finally showing their effects, making it slow down and behave erratically from the plant's chemicals influencing its head and body. He turned away from the race as he instead focused on the Godmodder.

Pure pain can make a lot of difference in terms of focus. When channeling nigh-overpowered forces, such a thing easily causes everything to end rather horribly, for a single moment of misfocus can lead to all that power hitting the one channeling it instead of its intended target. This was why, as he was focusing all of his power into one final attack, the quiet watcher took advantage of the Godmodder's focus being aimed elsewhere to give his brain a migraine, one focused on the overwhelming nature of his feeling of touch at that. Combined with everything the Godmodder was wearing and touching, it was extremely distracting. The quiet watcher then used a fragment of the Yorehammer's power as he ran his rough, calloused hands down the Godmodder's arms before he could react, sending overwhelming levels of pain into his skull as every sensation tied to it drove itself into the Godmodder's mind in an unstoppable wave of blinding pain, making it so he wished he could simply blast himself to get rid of the sensations as they overpowered his senses.

Click to shrink...

The Third horse begins to drift... then locks into position, and moves faster than before! The locoweeds you gave it are of an incredibly rare breed, only .0000001% of all locoweeds, that boost perception and endurance!

Verraad: You think... I'll give in... to THIS...!?

Verraad: NO!

Verraad takes out a bottle of Godmodder-strength aspirin, and pops one. Instantly, he feels better!

1x action: Did I stutter?

Not to be rude, but I did say I step away from the game. Whatever it takes.

2x action: Thinking quickly, I swap the identifying gear, as well as the jockeys, between Horse 3 and Horse 4. Now it's Horse 4 that is in the lead, and Horse 3 that has tripped. Also, I bribe the race officials, sports broadcasters, and bookies to act as though the new Horse 3 was always Horse 3 and to treat all old bets for Horse 3 as bets for the current Horse 3.

Click to shrink...

You tear yourself out of the chair, taking 2 injury levels of damage in the process! Challenge exited!

Immediately, the NEW Horse 4, despite the burst of the locoweeds, trips and falls into a ditch! The NEW Horse 3 immediately begins running faster and faster, pulling ahead of the other horses!

I bring out the big guns. And by that, I mean a massive spaceship with big guns on it. Using this spaceship, I slap the Godmodder on the brain while the guns shoot at him. I continuously do this until he is 7 feet under the ground, and has his brain turned into spaghetti. And no, you can't escape this, because Godmodder decoys don't have a brain, and neither does anything else you can switch out with. Nothing has the Godmodders brain, other than the Godmodder/ Therefore, this will always hit the Godmodder.

Click to shrink...

1 damage to the Godmodder! Healing pulse!

However, the Godmodder's brain gets STIMULATED! He'll be able to use his STIMULATED brain to think of ways out of other attacks coming his way this turn!

The first horse begins rapidly advancing. Why you ask? Narrative power. I channel the theme of the underdog overcoming all the odds against him, and grant the first horse this power!

Click to shrink...

The first horse begins moving forwards...

[aleph+bet+gimel] Leah blinks. She is elsewhere. Not where she was. But, at the same time, it was still the same place.

With her was Omniglot-it was impossible for it to be otherwise. Behind her was a door with a sign, and in her hands... In her hands...

"Know this: This is this power of the Architechts, of which you know much of. This is the power of casualty and fate. This is the power of the Wishing Star. This is the power to grant any wish, on these caveats: It cannot reach into the present, only the past. It cannot be used to kill or harm another, but may bring life. It will not carry side-effects that you will not be aware of prior to making the wish, and no wish will be granted against your consent. That is the power of this Wishing Star."

Leah's eyes widen. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. She was just fighting the Godmodder seconds ago, and the player powers at her disposal are almost always some kind of instinct against traps and tricks. This time, this time it is real. Really, really real.

"But. This star is empty and devoid of power. This being the work of the Architects, we have this knowledge: it is due to the one known as the 'Godmodder' sapping it from this star."

... Leah rolled her eyes. Of course.

"The Godmodder has made an arrangement. Wound thyself further to the stage two below your own, and the star's power shall be reignited, though you may preview wishes freely. Leave through the door and the star shall be revoked. This voice is naught but the meager artificial intelligence betsowed upon this star by the Architechts, and thus, this voice is truthful."

Leah sighed. Of course, it was all a trap.

"Omniglot. Can you..." Leah's voice trails off. Her mind is still affixed on the possibilities.

"The Star is legitimate, as is the bargain."

... Leah turns back to the Star. She could be rich-actually rich. She could have her family and her friends alive and well. Obvious temptations-it almost didn't need to be said. And yet, obviously, threatening her chances of defeating the Godmodder that'd literally ruin reality would be unacceptable.

...And yet.

"..."

Leah had to think about this. No. There was simply no way, no way that this was the case. This wasn't just too good to be true, it was too good to exist. She had to turn this down, but... There's the moral obligation to ressurect those lost in her long journey. Possibly even the people who she didn't like, necessarily. Undo all the pointless suffering-though she couldn't edit Godmodders out of history, she could at least ease the pain of god-knows-how-many. All she'd need to do is jeopardize her life, which, while certainly a very lopsided deal, would mean jeopardizing the murder of the Godmodder. which meant the end of existence itself. The logical choice, then, was not to make a wish.

And yet. This was his work. Did he want this? Did he not want this?

"Omniglot, how long would it take us to return to the fight?"

"It would, by the Arbiter's terms, take a round, or a tenth of the time before John Smith would retain full power."

"... Do you think he can hear us?"

"Yes. For certain."

Leah stands up straight, Wishing Star still in her palm.

"... John Smith. Let's be clear, you were never Verraad, and 'The Godmodder' is not who you are. I'm not exactly a fan of you. But I can get it," Leah says, into the empty void-the empty void that would await all that is if she failed. "A life full of nothing but the grinding of the gears, endless paperwork and busywork with nothing of importance. Your co-workers treated you as a potted plant. I could say that you arguably could have done better for yourself, but I wasn't there. I'll also have to say I'm sorry about your sister, though I know you don't care about her and probably never did. I'm just sorry she had to be your sister. But, again, I can get it. Its... Its honestly my fear as well, that one at the back of your head that you dismiss because, like, I'unno, 'I'm a teenager the world is my oyster!' But the idea that you just get sucked into this horrible thing you dislike and can't stop doing it nor find anything better is... Yeah, that's dystopia for me."

"... I was sucked into this whole affair 'cause, like, everything basically exploded around me and my friends. You had the choice to go into there and do what you wished to do, the one escape you could think of, to escape that monotony. I can't really say I wouldn't have picked the same as you in that situation, and I guess likewise thrust into mine you'd be as thrilled as me-not, not one bit. A change in perspective is a hell of a thing, but I've been thinking about it ever since your side of this story finally came out in the open. Kinda shocking, but not surprising... You weren't always 'The Godmodder' after all."

Leah's grip tightens around the star.

"In a sense, I guess what you've honestly done is just chuck me into some kind of epiphanic prison or something stupid, and uh, I can't leave unless I do something really crazy and learn something about myself, for real. But I think I get it, with you. You really don't get who I am or what i went through in kind. I guess I haven't said it in full, but the idea of being on the run, certain death behind you, with only a weird dream man's generosity to guide you to safety, if its even smart to trust 'em? I think the idea of excitement that wasn't really mortal terror ever struck you. I guess the idea of losing whatever you had left was never scary to you. I guess, uh, to be cliche, that you never had anything like a friend, like Margaret or Natalie or even that weird creepy Grimm guy. And, honestly? That doesn't actually excuse you at all."

Leah's grip tightens.

"The thing I fear the most of anything else in the world-that's what you want to hear, right? Well, I'm living it. Right now. Every second! NOt just that all I've done is going to literally be for nothing, as its' always been, but that I'm being thrown into these impossible situations, and people expect a teenage girl who did not volunteer to be thrown into life or death situations, to just like, suck it up and go all Atlas with the entire desires and hopes of reality with powers beyond her own fathoming while this invincible jackass lays siege to it, and it's completely totally unfair! It's absolutely insane! And yet here I am doing it anyways. I've blown up holes in streets when I heard cans tumbling and that was without player power! I'm a danger to everyone I know, and that's a short list now! Everyone I ever knew is dead and it isn't even your fault! I've looked at my own gravestone and its so old I couldn't even tell it was my name! I never made up to my mom, I never saw my dad again-there's so, so much I've lost that I'm completely convinced that losing anything else would require me to die at this point, or take something away that's bugging me, which obviously won't happen."

"... Fuck you. This is all just some attempt to stop me from attacking you. Or, put another way-to block me from attacking you, to wrap me up in my own hopeful fantasies or my own crippling indecision, or worse. And guess what?"

Leah doesn't even turn to the door. She can already see it in her mind's eye.

"YOU'RE FUCKED!"

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In the midst of a total void the Godmodder lays in wait as the players slowly trickle back into the field, one way or another, hopefully with fresh scars and torments and-

A million defenses ring out at once, casually informing the Godmodder an attack was incoming. Odd, though-there were only so few present. Oh well, he has precautions, a million of them. He turns around-

"-BREAKING NEWS! The Godmodding Cycle is over!"

Oh goddamnit not this again. John Smith blinks. He's back at his couch, back at his miserable cubicle-like home (though it was not an actual cubicle), watching television as he always did. In fact-he was pretty sure it was that day, wasn't it? Rain prattled against a window, a fly buzzed in the kitchen, he had just shaved, and on the television was the Battlefield, and her last sister, moments before death.

Except the camera feed didn't cut out-and in a blaze of light, the mechanical monstrosity in front of her was annihilated in a burst of... God, what was it even? John couldn't tell.

"Our new governmental efforts to crowd-source attack ideas and send them to Players in need of creative attacks proved to be a monumental source of inspiration and thus leverage against the Godmodder, enabling the eternal stalemate to break in favor of the Players! The Final Wall, indeed, proved final!"

John blinks. He blinks twice. He does not feel anything that a perfectly normal person wouldn't feel, except of course for the blazing, nagging feeling that this wasn't right. He hated having attacks turned against him like this, but... This felt different from that. It felt way too real. Almost like everything past now was a fanciful daydream of his rise to omnipotence. He put a hand to his temple, but he couldn't for the life of him think of any of the details, they seemed to shift and blur like the water, but not too much that he couldn't vividly recall quite a bit too-so he just kept watching the television, talking about how the whole 'croud-sourcing' worked. Apparently it wasn't direct; people would basically just toss words on a paper and let the players interpret it. Text flashed on the screen as an example: "Magical Girl tutored by Baldi." John blinks, that's... Actually pretty interesting when he ran it through his head. Damn.

"It has been in addition confirmed that the Godmodder has left no apprentices! The Final Wall was made not just to contain the Godmodder, but also to prevent them from creating new Godmodder Apprentices while they lived. Various sources from outside the planes have confirmed that no new Godmodder apprentice has been sighted. While this addition to the Wall was cited as 'a major contributing factor' to the three-year stalemate, it has paid dividends; with this Godmodder's death, the cycle of Godmodding itself, and thus the countless years of suffering, are finally over, on this historic day!"

John Smith blinked. The channel switched over to a view of the surviving players. He saw his sister, plain as day, among the survivors, front and center. Was she the face of these players? The news feed rolled on and on about their rewards-increased player pension money, honors from across the globe, inter-planar diplomatic rights, the works-and yet something in his heart felt unusually heavy. The entirety of Godmodding? Gone?

His dream? Squashed? Was this...

he thought back to the moment prior to now. He had just used his third Combat Operandi, Personalized Hell. He had made extraordinarily sure that some of the bait he laid had powerful effects that would be unable to perform reprecussions on him... Which among them could do such a thing, though?

His head springs a name-Leah! That stupid bitch. "One Roleplay Related Wish," which coincidentally couldn't harm him. All fair and well, but with so many things to juggle as he went he didn't notice an obvious banana peel on the road-it didn't have to be her roleplay. Did his backstory count as roleplay, actually? And, didn't she break it? Did she have an ace up her sleeve or was this just inspired? Was it even her?

Was it even real? Or is this just a treachery of images and words?

John pinches himself. No. He steps on his foot. No-no more harming himself, either. That'd be stupid, in case this was all fake. He goes to the sink and washes his face. No, no, its not going away-its very real, whatever's happening. He tries to use his power to make a Godmodding construct-no. John had a vivid imagination but it was fake, fake, fake, not there, it wasn't real. He didn't have his powers. He didn't have powers at all. Did he ever? Was that just a dream?

... Just a dream?

He did his usual nightly routine, with a few ammendments to check for horrific deathtraps in his bed. He didn't want to find out if this was all an elaborate hoax. And also, he didn't want to die. That was also possible-that it was all fake. But a healthy dose of paranoia never hurt anyone.

---

The following morning had John feel the worst he ever had-perfectly normal. He was certain that right beforehand he had been a capital-G Godmodder, and the strongest of them all-about to remake reality in his image if not for some unusually competent Players. Now, either because of the machinations of one or because he dozed off to an implausible degree, he was right back where he was. He at least remembered the routine-if nothing else he didn't want to look completely insane. Take every precaution. Get dressed, go to work.

Work took all of a second to derail from its monotomy-instead of any paperwork on his desk, it had a notes stating that John was to head to the office. God, not the office-that meant there was a meeting with his boss incoming. He trudged in, expecting a verbal flagellation.

"John, don't even worry about getting fired," the Boss said almost as soon as he entered the room. John blinked, caught off-guard. "It's bad news and good news but you're not fired, just, please, sit."

John looked at the chair his boss gestured to, and seeing nothing terribly offensive with it, sat down. It was pretty average as far as chairs went.

"... So, I said it was bad news and good news but its quite complicated. The simplest thing I can say is, well. You're definitely diligent. If anyone asks for a recommendation, i'd back it up. But, err, there's such a thing as too much diligence. You haven't taken a single day off in thirteen years," The boss said. "Now, err, we've recently gotten a bit of an earful about it from the government, as this apparently qualifies as a form of workplace abuse? Point is, you now have two weeks of paid leave, on top of the celebratory week for the whole 'victory against the Godmodder' hype everyone's swept in on. Only catch is you start right now and you do not set foot on these premises again, until the three weeks are up. "

John twitched a bit on hearing 'victory against the Godmodder.' It was almost an insult, like his whole life just crashed into the ground after being lifted into the heavens. Still, that... Wasn't bad. At all. Three weeks of paid leave? Fair enough, he probably deserved it. John had almost no idea on what to do other than maybe see a psychologist or something. Maybe. John nodded.

"Oh, and John? I was seriously hoping you weren't coming here today. Like. The sign was up, we're closed. I figured you'd miss the email we sent... You do just seem to zone in on work, you know? Like there's nothing else there. Its almost like a trance. But you get the point, right?"

John nodded.

"Good. Thank you for your time, John."

---

John paced in his apartment. Nothing had changed, except he now had three weeks of not having to care about the stupid grind in his stupid cubicle. Ugh-stupid grind in his stupid cubicle. Grindstones. Was she taunting him? Did she even exist? Did that even happen? Even he couldn't make it out. Too real to be imagined, too hazed to be true. He couldn't watch that damnable television anymore, something about the endless coverage of the Players made him want to puke. He still left it on, though, wondering if it would give him any inspiration.

There had to be something he missed... Something. HE thought and thought... Hrm. Did he give anyone any cheap out? A few he made temptations, others devastating blows to morale-wait. Temptations.

His mind flashed, painfully. Oh. Oh god. Oh god no. It clicked together in a horrific flash of insight. Fear lumped in his chest.. The Wishing Star! That stupid thing! But how-he made sure it couldn't possibly affect him... Or did he?! John mulled it over a bit further-and curled up his lip. Did his backstory count as RP? Did he strictly, forcefully limit its power to only affect Leah's personal backstory? Suddenly it made sense-warping the 'backstory' would have made so much more sense had his Critical Soul Weakness not been targeted. His past open to the public, Leah could opt to alter that instead. All his work was undone.

... Right?

John calmed down a bit. No. That can't be. That seriously can't be it-and he wasn't thinking of this in an attempt to deny reality, but rather an attempt to seriously consider what was ongoing. His eyes look over to the television, leering on a picture of his sister... His sister, a Player. She'd know, wouldn't she? Even if this were a simulation, he had nothing else left to lose, right?

Last he checked he still had his Infinileaf Clover power as a Godmodder above. Luck was on his side. It was a shot in the dark-which is to say, a guarenteed success. And even if it wasn't, well. She wouldn't kill him over it.

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Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

John never thought he'd see a house this big in his life, much less walk up to it. Not before he became the Godmodder, and perhaps it was even more incredulous that he was technically doing so without being one now. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

His sister was of little note to him, other than that she had a moderate appreciation for math. She worked for a stock-trading company in some relatively unimportant role before becoming a Player, or so the news endlessly buzzed. John didn't know. He stopped talking to his folks years ago. Still, he didn't part on bad terms. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door opened. To his moderate surprise, it wasn't a butler or a maid but his actual sister, who blinked at him in surprise. "John?"

"Hello, sis."

"..."

Silence.

"... I need to talk to you about things. Not money things."

"Why are you here, John?"

"Three weeks of paid leave."

"Three weeks?"

"Boss asked. Worked too hard, of all things."

"... Huh."

"'Huh' indeed. Can I come in?"

A nod. John walked in. He refused to flinch at the opulence, the endless wealth she had. How much cash went into making this place? It didn't appear to be a recent construction, at least.

"Is it about the Godmodder?" She said. John had to instinctively resist the urge to react as if he was being referred to while in disguise. His sister never knew him as a Godmodder. She was talking about someone else, and not him.

"Yes and no."

"... Haven't bothered with the news?"

"Hated it after the first few repeats. Same old drivel over and over again will fry anyone's brain."

"Still not satisfied with anything, I see," She said. "You said this was about the Godmodder."

"It's a really long story, and I'll sound insane. You have to treat it seriously though. You know how it can be."

"... Are you-"

"That's a complicated question. But for the practical answer of if it's OK to stab me in the chest, no. Do not. Please. I am not currently a Godmodder. But-and this is the odd part, for me-I might have been. Or, I might've dreamed it all up, far too vividly. I can't tell which."

Silence. His sister's eyes were wild with sudden anticipation, almost fear-as if she was suddenly face-to-face with death itself. It was a look he was accustomed to, but right now it wasn't useful.

John breathed. "Am I allowed to explain this stupid story?"

His sister's eyes were still electric, but she let him in.

---

Two chairs, and a single table between them.

He breathed in, taking in the ambience. His sister was tense, unsure of if this was her brother or a menace to be eradicated, a secret apprentice.

Energy filled John as he started to talk. Words fell out of his mouth in waves. He talked, he talked, he talked; he talked about how he first saw the television report in his 'vision,' how he saw a request for new players, and how he accepted.

Going to what was his certain doom, he fell into the battlefield, meeting the Godmodder-and meeting Worf, who believed in a 'no-entity' strategy to defeating the Godmodder. No-she wasn't there. She died, most likely.

Obviously this 'no entity' strategy failed. John was left with a choice, to kill Wort or 'go down as a hero.' He almost felt as if his sister may've symphatized with his decision, not knowing the intricacies of Godmodding, how it corrupted the mind.

Devastation surrounding him and his betrayal complete, he talked of the Godmodder forcibly summoning him to a deep place to become his apprentice, and how he reacted-with glee at the idea of something so incredibly free existing, how that opened his mind and made him unbelievably happy in ways he didn't even know he could be.

Mesmerized by the secret history of Godmodders, he propelled himself further and further, bypassing mental tortures upon mental tortures until he was the only one left, and his master's apprentice at last.

Over time he grew stronger, but also more privy to the machinations of his superior. He eventually saw a large, competent-ish group of players and plotted to kill them and his master in a fell swoop.

Double betrayals-a button pressed and a locking mechanism activated, and suddenly Verraad rose from nothingness to prominence, and in this moment he realized it-nothing, nothing short of total conquest of reality would do for him. Everyone else had gone for a personal objective and failed, but what did Verraad have in his past life? As John Smith, he held no grudges but also nothing precious. Everything was neutral. So he went.

Death would follow him as he raised his army and razed countless worlds, establishing dominance throughout reality as he conquered and conquered, but eventually he would encounter his homeworld once again.

Earth proved unrealistically resilient, as players would ceaselessly defend it, and no matter what he did they would be, if nothing else, so thoroughly numerous that he could never progress far. Even as he it record amounts of time and life as a Godmodder, ultimately the world proved too tough to crack, and the rest of the planes rallied behind it. This was clearly not the way forwards, so he pondered the idea, and eventually came up with a solution.

Reality two-point-oh. A reality where he already ruled one-hundred percent of everything with zero percent chance of rebellion. He had it all planned out before he even started; the exact tribulations and how he would relentlessly game every last one, the aquisition of the Legendary Weapons by other players, simple-but-devastating Sealed Bosses for his ingenious plans, And eventually he waited, building more power than any Godmodder before him.

In time his reputation was legendary. There was no Godmodder like him and likely none would ever aspire to be like him. But even he had to follow the old rules.

Soon the urge to find an apprentice was too much to bear. He eventually found one.

Alice-that was her name. And after that, for a time, things just seemed to drag on. No-one was competent enough, or dumb enough, to find the Legendary Weapons for him, one way or another, much less defeat him. Another stalemate. He was almost beginning to contemplate another course.

But one day this changed; a group of players fell to him in battle, but as they regained consciousness in the soul orb, it was like they became as things unto gods, a type of Player beyond Players, simply so ferociously competent that he was forced to use contingencies he had never dreamed of using.

Invincible bosses, thwarted; impossible challenges, handily ruined. Only their amnesia on the nature of the Legendary Weapons, and one genuinely clever deception following off of it, kept his schemes alive, and even then he was almost assured it wouldn't work, that these players would finally kill him. But soon, they had assembled enough of the weapons that he could begin his plan.

Godmodding power bolstered by the relics they had already collected and the tougher of his forces starting to bear their fangs, the Godmodder began actively seeking the rest. First, his prior trick payed off, and he cornered the Players at the Bank of Actions location that he had successfully tricked them to raid-but even then they caught on and stopped everything, but he brought to them too much to bear. He thought it was over.

Losses upon losses-transient though they may've been, they were incredibly severe, and the Godmodder almost wondered if it was all worth it, if not for the Legendary Weapons nearly being totally assembled in their entirety. It was too much to bear. He retrieved the Allsight Spectacles, and with that five of his seven artifacts remained. But another hitch in the plan made itself manifest.

Out of the Shadow Realm of his soul those Players beyond Players ripped themselves free, backed by hell and ready to take him on. And thus, even pitting five unbelievable tribulations against them to the best of his ability, even as he narrowly completed each one, even as he threw the end of reality itself at them-they preservered. But even as they preservered with godly power, he preservered too, and by the skin of his teeth, he had slain God and Satan (not in that order) and obtained power beyond power, and the ability to enact his grand plan.

Supremacy was his. Almost. His past caught up to him in the form of a cubicle-the same kind he had always worked in, a symbol of the life he loathed, of the thing he was, of the boredom that drove him and consumed him to become the tyrant he was today. his Critical Soul Weakness

Even this was not enough to kill him-and thus his final battle began, and he unleashed his greatest techniques. But, suddenly, he was here.

Resting from his extended tirade, he looked his sister dead in the eye. He didn't know what to do now. All of it was gone. Was it all just fantasy?

His sister replied, "What're the first letters of each paragraph in bolded courier new?"

"What?"

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The Godmodder blinked. He was back. He was almost ready to celebrate. BUt then, he saw Leah-back from her realm. He sensed it-the Wishing Star... Wasn't used? It was just broken into trillions of pieces. Leah walked out the door ages ago, Omniglot in tow (as always). Oh, whatever-if she had a fanciful cutscene to make him feel bad as a welcome back present, so be it, it was dumb.

But then-"What're the first letters of each paragraph in bolded courier new?"

The Godmodder mouthed it to himself. And then he gasped, involuntarily. No. It can't be! It can't be! But it was-it was even in the deathly red truth, a truth impervious to lying.

"THE GODMODDER IS A BIG LOSER"
​

The Godmodder's combat operandi preemtively explodes at this incredible devastation, the proof of the Godmodder being a big loser neutering its effects, especially against Leah. And maybe also causing the Godmodder more than a mild amount of pain.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder screams. He gouges his eyes. He gouges his ears.

Nothing is enough. The truth will not stop existing, no matter how hard you try to ignore it.

THE GODMODDER IS A BIG FAT STUPID LOSER!!! NEENER NEENER! LOL, LMAO, 0.0

2 damage to the Godmodder! He only has 1 HP, so this takes that away and hits his injury bar as well! Healing pulse!

OOC: Excellent post. The Godmodder's sister's backstory is now canon, I declare!

Blep.

But John/Veraad/the Godmodder/Blep doesn't know what Blep means. Then, he notices that Blep has somehow become a new identity of him, adding on to his three other ones. Once, he was John Smith the cubicle worker, then he became Verraad the Betrayer, then the Godmodder, but now he is also Blep, the Blep.

But what is Blep?

shrug

Blep did have that thing where all his pain would be delayed until a certain date. When's that date? In about 5 seconds. Years of falling down stairs, falling down stairs, falling down stairs, man Blep fell down a lot of stairs. There was also the time he died. It hurt a lot.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder remembers: Its Daylight Savings Time! He moves his watch back an hour, thus delaying Blep's pain. Phew!

'Yes It worked!' I mentally cheer that my idea to escape worked and I inwardly chuckle at John Smith's frustration at most of us escaping so quickly and rendering his Combat Operandi from last turn a almost total waste. 'But unfortunately John still has one more to hit us with and it sounds like it's going to be nasty.' I think to myself a little more somberly.

I see that ParadoxDragonPaci is getting ready to heal some of the more seriously injured players. 'Probably a good idea to try and get them patch up best we can. We need to be at our best for this last Combat Operandi.' I think to myself before then closing my eye and focusing a fair deal of energy into my next wish.

'I wish for ParadoxDragonPaci healing of injured players to be empowered to be more effective!' Suddenly in a flash of red light a couple of red translucent Doctors and Nurses appear next to ParadoxDragonPaci equipped with some of the finest medical equipment Player power can give. Quickly they set to work helping ParadoxDragonPaci with patching up the injured players that they are currently choosing to heal. (2 CP for helping ParadoxDragonPaci with their healing action.)

As I watch them get to work I suddenly realize that the Buckler Shield that I used earlier to escape is still with me. It's a bit worse for wear and appears to be drained but it is still mostly there. 'Well looking at it I think If I use a bit more power I can get one more use out of it. Well I'm not sure what John has planned for his final Combat Operandi but a attack shield probably would not hurt to have on hand.' Closing my eye I focus the last bit of my power into my wish. 'I wish for Buckler Shield to be re-energized so it can work one more time as a attack shield and protect me from harm.' Suddenly in a flash of red light the Buckler Shield now has a intense red tint to it and appears to now be made of a tougher material. (1 CP for a attack shield)

Click to shrink...

ParadoxDragonPaci's targets are healed up one additional injury level! Much better!

You now have one attack shield!

"Well it's because we rock and you suck. If you didn't have something like three centuries of preparation on us we'd have easily wiped you from existence."

"...yeah hold up, what was that last?" ES gives Verraad a very funny look.

"In any case, I'll get to you later. For now I'll just heal myself up and think of what to hit you with." ES heals himself with GOOD LUCK, which counteracts the BAD LUCK with explosive mutual annihilation! But the byproduct of luck annihilation is healing, so he heals himself!

Click to shrink...

You heal yourself! And pope + General_Urist as well, they happened to be standing next to you when Good and Bad luck annihilated each other.

For some reason, something in my body demands me to not attack the godmodder. A big waste, it seems to say. Sans and papyrus deserve more than a throw away attack, they deserve MORE. My attack can wait, there are other matters to attend to.

FOCUS: FIGHT ON

So, instead of attacking the godmodder, i start gathering DETERMINATION. Bottles by the dozen fill with Red liquified power, that i then hand out to the most severely injured first, if not then handing it all around randomly.

Click to shrink...

You hand out bottles of DETERMINATION to the most injured! With a swig, they feel rejuvenated, ready to keep fighting despite everything! You can't lose now! Three most injured Players healed by one Injury level!

Action 1:
"Well, this does seem to be a bit of a predicament," I say, my eyes sliding back and forth across my fleshy body. "I'm gonna have to do something about this."

My eyes slide in the direction of the godmodder, and I slither toward him. I creep up his leg, coating him in fresh viscera and ruining his attire. While he's screaming at me for ruining his clothes (which are dry-clean only), I force my way into his mouth and slide down his throat. As soon as I reach his stomach, I expand until it ruptures, and snake my way out. I start pushing organs aside, irreparably crushing a few of them in the process. Once I have easy access to his skeleton, I cover it in my own viscera to lubricate it, then pull the whole thing out through his left nostril. I then osmose into the skeleton and take on my original appearance.

Action 2:
Now without a skeleton, the godmodder sinks to the floor, functionally nothing more than a bag of skin filled with damaged organs. I stretch his skin over a pair of bongo drums and start poorly playing them. His brain, still fully functional, absolutely hates my awful bongo skills, which are probably only so bad because I'm playing them with sledgehammers instead of my hands. Once the bongos, and the godmodder's remains, are fully pulverized to dust, I vacuum them up and toss them into an incinerator.

Action 3:
Once I've burned the dust to ash (which is basically just another brand of dust), I incinerate the ashes, destroying them on a molecular level. Then, I flash freeze the particulate remnants, turning them into microscopic ice crystals. I combine the ice crystals into a slightly larger stone, creating a seventh Infinity Stone. Unfortunately for the godmodder, the stone gets included in Thanos' 'use the stones to destroy the stones' gambit, and gets reduced to atoms like the rest of the stones. I split those atoms, creating a nuclear explosion that thoroughly annihilates whatever's left of the godmodder.

Click to shrink...

Your attack is completely successful.

1 damage.

The Godmodder is now CRITICALLY WOUNDED! He's on the ropes!

(Healing pulse)

"Oh... heck you Leprechaun. Screw it."

3 ACTION FOCUS - RIDE THE DAMN HORSE: Gold jumps on Horse 3! "Woah there... Calm DOWN!" Gold pulls the horse into a portal, where the horse runs through a plains reminiscent to it's home. The horse begins to tear up... it decides to stay behind in the portal land! Gold leaves, closes the portal, and dusts off his hands. "Well, that's that."

Click to shrink...

Horse 3 successfully eliminated from the race! Problem, it was the Horse 3 that was just renamed to Horse 4 a few actions ago. The NEW Horse 3 continues forwards unimpeded!

[x0] I also talk to reality. not as part of the solution. Just because.

Except... Doing any of that is against the terms of the challenge! The Bed isn't there to start with, so he'd have to make or retrieve one, which would be like a dead end since he'd turn around- And the bed's not even necessary! The decision of where to go is supposed to be made by dice roll! There isn't enough room in their stomach to survive eating all of the(unnecessary) food! being hit and squished by the YOU ARE DEAD popup isn't chance based, because they're paused at that point! The tennis game is impossible without multiple bodies or one really long one, though it's not needed! There are no rocks, because that would constitute a hazard! The hole is the wrong shape to fall through! Going through the hole would still require a dice roll being made first, which he cannot have made if it was an accident! Since he needs to select the right die manually, he can't have dropped it by accident! Etcetra!

[1x] I look at the horse race. Horse race? No, it's not about getting to the end. This is clearly a horse race-to-the-bottom! that being a scenario where people are trying to sacrifice all of their values except monetary gain faster then everyone else! Sacrificing your values also traditionally gives you a boost, and brings everyone else down a little. But Horse 3- it hasn't tripped, and that means it has no impetus to race to the bottom, because the race is always to gain, and they are already in what they foolishly perceive to be 'the lead'. The other five, though... the smallest, weakest one, needs anything they can get. The Strongest one wants to maintain its pride. Both begin rapidly sacrificing their values. family! hay that tastes good! horseshoes! having kids! paying their subcontracters properly! mental health! non-manipulative tendencies! not being ridden by disgusting slobs! knowing what syphilis is! not infecting other horses with syphilis! doing fair and equitable racing! not betting on other horses beating them, then throwing the race! not preforming autocannibalism! only eating food with some nutritional value! not poisoning other horses! taking care of their descendants! not preforming regular cannibalism! using only the light side of magic! Not using the power of friendship! following all the injunctions in the operator limitations list in newmemogames! being popular on tweetbook! respecting the sanctity of their souls! respecting the sanctity of their workers souls! respecting the sanctity of their workers personal information! Not selling the metadata of their surveillance software to people! not sending people tigers when they're trying to buy chairs while sneakily purchasing their life insurance payouts and three copies of large deadly cat insurance! not hiring assassins!
After a furious race to the bottom, the two most exceptional horses both have only one value of any note left to sacrifice! the most guarded value of all! but, to win this race, they have to sacrifice it to Moloch, who always and everywhere offers to same deal: Sacrifice what you love most, and he will give you power. As long as the offer is open, it will be irresistible. So it ought be closed. And perhaps, soon it will be. But the offer is open. And so, the first horse sacrifices their most vaunted value:
Making sure to aleiwys us, the rigt gramior and spelong weven wehnn theiry in a urryj.!
And so, Horse 1, the weakest horse, wins the race to the bottom. Horse 6 was too prideful, and could not lower themselves to improper grammar.
Also,horse 3 can't Win the race to the bottom, because it's not Participating in the race to the bottom, because we know it's trying to do a normal horse race. besides which, making decisions isn't a matter of chance. you can't trip and sacrifice your values, because if you did it by accident, you haven't sacrificed the values, just happened to act exactly like you did without any intentionality.

[0x] I proceed to taunt the Godmodder.

"Ok, so, for some of your challenges... they just kinda sucked, from the prespective of personalization? like, the username puns. Those weren't based on challengingness, they were. puns."
"granted, of course, those were probably mostly for people who you didn't have as much to base the challenges on. But, other challenges. Like... mine."
"You failed with Those because... you didn't really understand the person. And also... because you made it really obvious they were challenges? Like, if you throw someone in a room which the only way to get out of is to do something they would never normally do, that's one thing. But if you do that, and say 'Also, this is a room you can only escape by doing something I think you'll never do', That gives away the entire point."
"If I was just in that room, no context, with player powers, it's Possible I would try more then just 'press the button really fast'. plausible, even! But I knew it was a challenge aimed at Me. and that meant the way to win was to Not do that."
"Your challenges need to not look personalised, if you ever try this again. but they also need to be personalised more accurately. The best way to stop me would be to [REDACTED], as of a year or two ago,which is in some ways the opposite of [DATA EXPUNGED]. [DATA EXPUNGED] could also work, yes, but [REDACTED] is-was- more reliable. Also, this goes without saying, but if you tried either of them now, it would be incredibly obvious that's what you were doing and I would be able to avoid them, and they still need to not be obviously personalised."

[1x]So. about that Brainb Leach, which the Godmodder bought and never paid for.
It's not brain bleach. I made sure, every time, it was Brainb Leach. So, the Godmodder put a leach on his brain, but it's not designed for brains, but brainbs, so he's fine, right? Wrong! It's a memory-removing brainb leach, and what could it remove memories from but Brains? and we know he applied it to his brain! now, before you object that it says "pours the bleach directly onto his brain" and not "pours the brainb leach directly onto his brain", bleach is actually an improperly-capitalised acronym for 'Brainb Leach'! the B stands for brainb, and the leach stands for... leach! technically, it should be BLeach, but that looks weird and like you don't know where your shift key is, so in all the formal academic circles (and also in my circles), they use 'Bleach' or 'bleach', depending on context. Additionally, while it is named 'Brainb Leach', I did say...
Due to Brainb Leach not being Brain Bleach, the Godmodder doesn't have a resistance to it! Not only that, but due to the yorehammer powers, I can pierce all his defences! The Brainb Leach is already on his brain, so he can't dodge! with Resolute Heart powers gone from him, he can't remove the memory loss once it happens, and I can use it to render the Brainb Leach immune to damage by continually clearing it of the 'injured' status effect and all variations thereof, and all other bad statuses! Through the activation of this Brainb Leach, I begin leaching away all of the Godmodders most combat-relevant memories, like how to use Godmodding Powers to counter an attack! I also keep my end of the deal, having the leach spend half its leaching abilities on leaching away all his most traumatic memories (Which don't harm the Brainb Leach due to both resolute heart powers, and because it doesn't really have a brain of its own. It converts memories directly into heat once its had its fill.)

[0x]
Since the Godmodder forgot I did so, I taunt him again! Fun!

"Ok, so, for some of your challenges... they just kinda sucked, from the prespective of personalization? like, the username puns. Those weren't based on challengingness, they were. puns."
"granted, of course, those were probably mostly for people who you didn't have as much to base the challenges on. But, other challenges. Like... mine."
"You failed with Those because... you didn't really understand the person. And also... because you made it really obvious they were challenges? Like, if you throw someone in a room which the only way to get out of is to do something they would never normally do, that's one thing. But if you do that, and say 'Also, this is a room you can only escape by doing something I think you'll never do', That gives away the entire point."
"If I was just in that room, no context, with player powers, it's Possible I would try more then just 'press the button really fast'. plausible, even! But I knew it was a challenge aimed at Me. and that meant the way to win was to Not do that."
"Your challenges need to not look personalised, if you ever try this again. but they also need to be personalised more accurately. The best way to stop me would be to [REDACTED], as of a year or two ago,which is in some ways the opposite of [DATA EXPUNGED]. [DATA EXPUNGED] could also work, yes, but [REDACTED] is-was- more reliable. Also, this goes without saying, but if you tried either of them now, it would be incredibly obvious that's what you were doing and I would be able to avoid them, and they still need to not be obviously personalised."


[1x] Having said all that, I look at the Godmodder, look him up and down, examine his increasingly-battered body...
For all of about a second before I seem to notice something, look up and to the right, then turn around and walk away.
The Godmodder is confused by this for all of about a second, before he feels a metaphorical lance of pain piercing through him. He also realises, in a moment of surprise, that most of his bones are broken. But... why?-
The Air wavers in front of the Godmodder, and a long scroll of parchment floats down. Just visible on the first page are the words:
"A Treatise on the methodology, history, and practice of Godmodder attack number *ink smudge*,by JOEbob."
hurriedly picking up the scroll and unfurling it, the Godmodder starts reading. After all, if he knows what it is, he can counter! (and, knowing JOEbob, he'd claim its already been revealed so it shouldn't need to be specified.)
"Thus and Hencefore I shall initiate upon this tome a description of my most esteemed methodology in preparing, preforming, and completing the attack described in the text above. To initiate, it must be noted that the attack had within its structure several portions, including an acquiescence condition. At the beginning of my Assault was the structural formation of a pseudomagical matrix, which conjurated rocks; Thereafter, and whilst the Godmodder was likely struggling with understanding the inane purpose for which I had entombed him, I prepared an additional spell. there are multiple quite possibly useful spells that I might have made use of in happier times, but, alas, I had only prepared myself, prior, to produce explosive runes this morning -"
The Scroll then explodes violently. The Godmodder coughs out a bit of smoke. All right, Fine. Very funny. Looking around to find JOEbob and pound his face in, The Godmodder instead finds another scroll, exactly where the first one initially appeared. preparing a kinetic shield around himself in case of more explosive runes, he reads it.
"A Treatise on the methodology, History, and Practice of the Second Godmodder attack occurring within the Eight-thousand six-hundred and fifty-eighth post of the Defeat the Godmodder thread, By JOEbob, and with no explosive runes this time."
"Due to the previously described occurences within 8598, and the Godmodders counter being entirely Insufficient and failing to address more then the barest portions of the assaults description, In addition to my generalized deceleration of this intent, the Godmodder took severe internal and spiritual damage. In addition, while completely neglecting and avoiding any form of informative clarification with regards to the methodology of the Godmodder being harmed, I provided a scroll describing the beginning of a mostly-unrelated attack, on which I had inscribed several runes of omnidirectional kinetic dispersal. Luckily for any reader, this document does not contain such runes. This is because this document was conjured after the Godmodder discovered the irrelevance of the previous scroll, and gives, eventually, a quite informative description of the reasoning of the attack, to the extent that it is not implied by document 8598. For instance, it may not have been clear, but some minor changes had been made to non-vital portions of the maze in the previous animation due to my preperation of the attack being most durationed of many things, and in order to increase the attacks effectiveness. As a result, it would be accurate to state that I Prepared Soul-Rending Runes this Morning . Oh, and incendiary runes , whi-"
At this point, the scroll bursts into flames. Additionally, the soul-rending runes Spiritually explode violently, rending into the fresh wound in the Godmodders soul with vigour. But... this still doesn't explai-
"A Treatise on the Methodology, History, and Practice of the singular Godmodder Attack occurring within the post 8598 according to standardised location description, By JOEbob, and with a structure precluding harmful runes this time."
The Godmodder looks up to see a small box, which is emitting a recording of my speech. hopefully This one is shorter, he thinks- Or at least more to the point.
"This attack is destined to fail. Why is unclear, but it will not succeed on the initial posting. On inspection, it is somewhat probable that this is due to issues involving the formating of the glowing text within the standard editor, something I quite likely ought to have initially considered (Though it ought have been sufficient in that scenario as well, as the standard editor has a lighter-colored background that would allow for the reading of otherwise background-colored text. It is unclear as to why Precisely it failed, as mentioned.). There are, however, other considerations. For example, the Godmodder made no mention of the Tennis Ball, nor his reaction to the 'Pause' and 'FFWD' effects located within the post. Whilst he did threaten the beast, doing so requires Awareness of the beast; Awareness it is implausible for him to have possessed, as the Beast did not preform any actions of note prior to the initiation of the Pause, which would preclude negotiation due to the cessation of standard temporal flow. Whilst the Godmodder could have rendered himself immune to time shenanigans, this would have rendered him decidedly vulnerable to the Accelerated tennis ball, due to the scale of the FFWD effect which accelerated it. This left the Godmodder without a good success option, and ought have proved sufficient, but appears to have been ignored."
(At this point, the recording of JOE takes a deep breath, having not inhaled at any point in this... discussion?)
"Or, more accurately, it is probable that the Godmodder has used his multiple-times-demonstrated ability to Delay damage by pretending not to notice it- which always fails under scrutiny. There are other factors, however. Possibility 0 involves his declining to accept the validity of the dichotomy, and rendering himself immune to time shenanigans immediately After the tennis ball. There is no reason for him to do so from his own prespective, but very well. In that scenario, the 'Rocks' join in the fun, and while he would be able to keep away the beast in this scenario, he did not make any counter to the 'Rocks', which he would not be immune to in this instance due to their serving purely as Carriers for a strange form of pseudo-electric plusunfire. However, there is one Increasingly-Relevant outcome. One I included precisely in prediction of this variety of counter."
(At this point, there is another pause in the recording. Rather then for breath, it appears to be for effect- Though I probably also did breath in there.)
"Possibility 0(N^N), the name being irrelevant but the content decidedly the opposite. I shall summarise it here, but it would be best to simply re-read it, as I have explained it before. By his interaction with the beast, he gives implicit validity to the contents of the animation, which, for long and complicated reasons, contained a circle which implicitly represented, and was connected to, him on a metaphysical level. This has several effects, Such as his being imperfect at tennis, his consumption of four large tables of food, his being used as a glorified footstool by a criminal while being skewered by The Beast. Or his being squished into a quite unhealthy shape by a 'You are dead' sign. Or his sorta... weirdly contorting himself? while going around the maze. And several of these occurrences would clearly be unhealthy. And even after all of this, there's a few more things to consider..."
(there's another pause)
"For example, it was explicitly stated that Ziggy Fraud was somehow involved in the scenario of the Godmodder surviving everything else, though without ths' awojs gijthus' shtslhu lsdji' fdg' -"
As the Godmodder looks at the box in confusion, a vast, whirling portal into the underrealms appears, and from it arrives a tendrilled horror, screaming WHO DARES SUMMON ME, ABHOLOS, DEVOURER OF THE MISTS OF YORE. With so much on his plate, what with Abholos, the Godmodder is unable to deal with everything else. That, or he Tries to deal with everything else and gets devoured by Abholos- but if he tries to deal with the rest of the post, he'll probably fail and Still get eaten, so he's best off dealing with Abholos and letting himself take damage. (possibly including spiritual damage, such as the sort which might delay his reascedecension, but equally possibly not.)

Click to shrink...

The Leprechaun does it all by pure luck. He just happened to be carrying a rock on him when he entered, and the rock just happened to fall out of his pocket at just the right time to trip on it. Same for the bed, and everything else too. No matter what inconsistencies there may be. ALL of it is explained by pure luck.

All horses except Horses 6 and 3, in the race to the bottom, sacrifice "being alive"! All horses except those two are now dead!

The Godmodder activates his STIMULATED BRAIN to think of a way out! He thinks of... pastries! He offers the Brainb leach a pastry, and it immediately jumps out of his brain, allowing the Godmodder to kill it!

After Abholos is dealt with handily, the Godmodder has taken a damage! Healing pulse!

Ranger_Strider_ has granted Horse 1 underdog-protagonist power.

But what is a protagonist without a clattering of plot armor, A.K.A. luck?

3x: The Omega-12 operative drains the luck of all the other horses, and uses it to enhance the luck of Horse 1.

Click to shrink...

Horse 1 is now supremely lucky! Immediately, many female horses crash through the sides of the arena to nuzzle up to Horse 1! Wait a minute... that wasn't order protagonist power... that was ISEKAI protagonist power! No!

I thanked the Pure Cleric for her help. If I made it out alive, I'd find her after the fight.

But first.. that Combat Operandi. It would require all of John's Player Actions, right? Then I simply have to make him waste the Player actions!

He scoffs, but then finds himself in a plane of his own!

Dangit, did he somehow end up in a Personal Hell? He eyes the video Game setup suspiciously. However, he relaxes when he finds out it's not the one Karpinsky was cursed to play. It's a different one. About Horse racing, of all things.

The Godmodder scoffs, realizing with his honed intellect that he just had to win the game. So he picked up the controller and found himself...

As the weakest, slowest horse of the lot. Player 1. Typical. 5 other stronger, faster horses laid between John Smith's horse and victory.

Not even a difficult challenge, for the likes of the betrayer! So he manages to betray the other horses, by forming alliances, teamups, takedowns, and of course backstabbings over the course of 3 laps. Horse number 3 randomly glitches out to a random field. The other horses suffer from atrocious RNG while John got the best RNG possible, and with some excellent l33t player skills John Handily wins the Horse Race game!

When he returns to the field, he realizes in horror exactly what happened.

The horse Race game wasn't a video game. It was a live feed of the game being run by the leprechaun! It it critically betrayed and yells angrily at the Godmodder, cursing John and his ancestors with every leprechaun curse in the book!

Grumbling, John tries to salvage things by resuming his Combat Operandi charge... only to notice in horror he doesn't have all the Player Actions needed to cast it! It seems his Player Powers had kicked in to win the race! Now he'd have to wait another turn at best to perform the Combat Operandi!

And he couldn't even blame it on luck. John had succeeded in robbing himself through sheer skill.

I smile and play a short video clip to rub salt in the wound.

Click to shrink...

As the Godmodder picks up the controller, he realizes that somebody else was playing the game before him! They're Horse 6, the strongest one, and the others, except for Horse 3, are already defeated! The game is easy! He's winning, winning, winning... *DING*! His chicken nuggies are ready! He throws his controller and leaves the game AFK, Horse 6 inches from the finish line, Horse 3 slowly catching up...

Wow, I was quite fortunate. This character test proved challenging and would have ended me if it came earlier in this war. However, it hadn't been properly adapted to a recent development: the Godmodder's reveal. If all that was happening was the classic Godmodder battle, I likely wouldn't have had the necessary motivation to pass the rest.

Truly a dangerous character test.

So all the horses but the third one tripped? Foolish Horse 3, tripping is the best way to win the race!

As anyone knows, right at the beginning there's a Mario Kart speed booster hidden on the track. The only way to trigger it and get its boost is to trip and thus precisely hit the tiny portion of the speed booster open to the surface.

Every other horse clearly knows this and are aiming for this boost. Horse 3, on the other hand, screwed up and missed out on going after this boost. How unfortunate. (x2)

With the Godmodder distracted by all the attacks against him, I take the opportunity to hack all his streaming services (just because no one knows your name doesn't mean it's a secure password) and end his subscriptions. It doesn't really damage him but it'll add an additional distraction to help other Players get their attacks in. (x1)

Click to shrink...

Horse 6 remembers all the boosters he hit. That was how he was able to get so far ahead of Horse 3 in such a short time! But Horse 3 is just about to pass him, and for some reason he can't control his own legs...

The Godmodder gets on the phone with Hulu, and starts arguing with the representative. Oh boy. This is going to be a while.

I strengthen the narrative of the underdog winning
Give the first horse this regret, that he won't be able to ein this race
And shoot the 1st horse with a dying will bullet

Now he will do it with his DYING WILL
He's gonna win the race even if it's the last thing he does

I also use my last two action to buff Paradoxdragonpaci
And his healing

Click to shrink...

Horse 1, who is now dead, is SUPER BUFFED, and easily becomes capable of beating Horse 3! But he's dead.

With that buff, the extra healing power goes out to EVERYONE who is still left injured, healing them all fully!

Action 1-3: Horse #3 turns to smell something on his left. He can't quite tell what it was so he concentrates. During his concentration, The horse suddenly trips on a sudden rock that has suddenly appeared. The rock didn't notice the horse there was it was trying to cross the track to get to the other side. It has to get to work otherwise it's gonna be late. After the horse tripped, someone accidentally dropped a needle that was supposed to be for a person that was going fast and the guy had butterfingers. The needle landed on the horse, and it was filled with a specific poison that made him go slower than before.

Click to shrink...

Horse 3 trips, flying forward, and slamming into the back of Horse 6! This pushes Horse 6 forwards JUST ENOUGH to get him to cross the finish line first!

The Leprechaun collapses to the ground, and cries. So close. SO CLOSE!!! But NO! You... you dirty, dirty CHEATERS had to ruin all the fun of games of chance! How DARE you!

And with that, the Leprechaun perishes!

All Players gain the power of Infinileaf Clover, and the Godmodder loses the power!

OY you silly leprechaun! You want gold? Well then, you will get gold! I say as I steal a bunch of the Leprechaun's gold coins, pour them down the muzzle of a cannon, and fire them at the Leprechaun like canister shot.

Click to shrink...

The Leprechaun's dead body is looted, giving you BIG CASH. Way to add insult to injury.

The Bot, knowing about its creator, quickly accepts the trade off for freedom and continues to ready itself to escape the realm with a paperwork battered Winkins.

Click to shrink...

You are freed, and go down three injury levels to Seriously Injured!

Action 1: I notice the Leprechaun is suffering from perfect luck, and use my Resolute Heart Powers to remove that status effect. There, that should make the Leprechaun feel much better.

Action 2: I flip a coin inside my mind. On Heads, the Leprechaun's head explodes. On Tails, the Leprechaun's intestines are pulled out of him and turned into a rope used to strangle him.

Obviously, the Leprechaun wants the coin to land on it's edge so that neither happens. But, the coin isn't a physical coin, it's a coin inside my mind, a place where I control the laws of reality. Plus, any attempt to manipulate what happens to my mind is a mental attack, the sort of action I can easily resist.

Action 3: I teleport behind the Godmodder, grab him, and start shaking him relentlessly, disrupting his actions.

Click to shrink...

Unfortunately, the Resolute Heart can't cure death. Same for Action 2.

The Godmodder kicks you away, with surprising ferocity. You see he's winding up for a big attack... there's nothing to be done now...!

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The Godmodder activates all 8 of his actions at once. He's smiling, laughing, gleeful, joyous, for it is finally, finally here!

Everything slows down, and Reality itself holds its breath. The Godmodder's most powerful attack. Verraad draws in all his power, all the Players rendered powerless in the face of the final send-off for Reality, the very last fireworks show.

And then, as the Godmodder pulls out a gun from Call of Duty, you're hit with a horrifying sense of Deja Vu...

COMBAT OPERANDI TIER 4: ULTIMATE! NOSCOPE! 360! HEADSHOT! 2! (aka - the attack that instantly kills you and there isn't anything you can do about it)

The Godmodder pulls out a box of special ammo. Eyowe, Strider626, and DanganMachin read the writing on the sides - it's "kill Players in one hit" ammo! They have a fear heart attack and are mortally wounded!

The Godmodder brings the ammo closer to his gun. As he does so... he winks. Winks the pure air of absolute superiority, that ParadoxDragonPaci, ThatRandomGuy, and Bill Nye get an ulcer from rage! They are mortally wounded!

The Godmodder begins loading his gun. As he does so, one of the bullets clatters to the ground. Feeling suddenly, absurdly generous, DragonOfHope, Alastair Dragovich, and Ranger_Strider all go to pick up the bullet! They all comically crack each other's skulls, making a sound like a coconut! They are mortally wounded!

The Players struggle to move, but they are rooted to the ground, unable to do anything but dance to the tune of the Godmodder's song... desperate, Crusher, Karpinsky, and JOEbob try to force themselves to move, but break their brains, will, and bodies in the process, twisting them into painful mockeries of their former selves! They are mortally wounded!

The Godmodder cocks his now loaded gun, and test aims a few times at ExoSkeletal, Captain.cat, and General_Urist. Sure enough, just pointing the gun in their general direction causes their limbs to start falling off! The three Players are mortally wounded!

As all of this is happening, Daskter and FlamingFlapjacks, still stuck in their challenges, suddenly find themselves forced out of them with the rest of the Players! In the process, their very soul is torn, a major rip crippling them! They are mortally wounded!

The Godmodder crouches, and leaps into the air, with enough force to send a shockwave rippling across the field! The shockwave catches pope, The_Two_Eternities, and Cephalos Jr. especially bad! They are mortally wounded!

Gnich, Tazz, and Torix look at each other. Almost everybody else has fallen. Its all on them. They nod, and take a step forward, just as the Godmodder fires his first shot - straight into the ground. Dust is scattered, and it blows right into the eyes of the three! They rub at their eyes, but the dust gets in their throat! Being tainted with the power of the Anti-Player bullet, they take massive damage from it! They are mortally wounded!

As the dust fills more and more of the field, and arc of the Godmodder's leap continues painfully slowly, Piono realizes something... this attack... is a callback! Its a callback to the Bank of Actions! Guys! He figured it ou- wait... everybody else already knew? Piono was the only one who... Piono is mortally wounded!

The Godmodder does a triple-twist flip, ending with him upside down, still aiming his gun forwards. The beauty of it causes Eternalstruggle, CaptainNZZZ, and The_Quiet_Watcher to cry so hard they take dehydration damage.

As everything comes into place, Winkins looks up from his paperwork. Finally, he's ready to- wait, crap, papercut! Winkins is mortally wounded!

GoldHero101 clutches onto his Fragment of Hope. The Godmodder slows down even more, and... freezes. His gun, the dust, the Players, everything. It all freezes. GoldHero101 realizes the Godmodder's plan. When he fires his weapon, it will ricochet off the individual atoms of dust, forming a pattern to perfectly efficiently place a headshot through every Player at once. There is no hope. GoldHero101's shard disintegrates, the lack of hope taking its toll on his health. GoldHero101 is mortally wounded.

Nothing moves. Nothing but the Godmodder, pressing the barrel of his gun against Scott But Its a Girl's temple. His finger almost squeezes the trigger. Merely being in the vicinity of the Anti-Player bullets robs Scott of his/her last ounces of strength. Scott But Its a Girl is mortally wounded.

The Godmodder whispers words into your ears, one final time. The Godmodder's voice is nearly silent, but everything is so still the Players can hear it perfectly.

The Godmodder: Players... this is the end of your long, long journey.

Verraad: Do you have any last words? Anything left to say? Anything left to do?

John Smith: You can't move. You can't do anything. You're trapped. You can struggle, vainly. Maybe if one or two or three of you attempted a Mortal Action, it'd work.

The Godmodder: It would only take a few sacrifices. A little more blood. One sacrifice to save you from stillness, two to heal you all to acceptable levels... maybe, maybe...

Verraad: Make your choice...

John Smith is smiling. The visage of his face fills you with hatred.

What will you do?

You can't do anything.

But what will you do?

You won't do anything.

You need to answer.

It's time to give up.

Remember what you've learned. Remember the things you've done.

Remember how I've always won.

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CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 130% + Yorehammer + Resolute Heart + Infinileaf Clover!
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]DragonOfHope (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Daskter (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Eyowe (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Strider (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Gnich (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Crusher (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]DanganMachin (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Captain.cat (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K)(Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Eternalstruggle (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]ThatRandomGuy (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Alastair Dragovich (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Piono (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[N+2]CaptainNZZZ (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]General_Urist (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]GoldHero101 (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Karpinsky (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]The Quiet Watcher (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]JOEbob (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Cephalos Jr. (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Bill Nye (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Ranger Strider (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Winkins (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]The_Two_Eternities (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Torix (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]Scott But Its a Girl(TwinBuilder + Victory by Ablation)(Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)
[AG]pope (Mortally wounded, bleeding out in 3!)


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Verraad: 0/100,000,000 HP, The Perfect Shot in 0!
Critically Wounded! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 3!

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Player Inventory:
Shadow Agitator (Vibrating!)
Godmodder Soul Orb

 

[Moniker]

Edit: frack my previous say. I start tossing out heals.

Mortal wounds? WACK! Being stuck on the ground? WACK! Being back on your feet? TIGHT AS HECK!

What all that's means is I try my best to get as many mortally wounded people back on their feet. Not a full heal but should be just enough where they won't bleed out.

Click to shrink...

You try to move... but you're paralyzed. Somehow, you've ended up in the perfect trajectory to get shot, right along with everybody else...

A mortal action is needed? SCREW IT! FOR THE CAUSE!!.
I draw every last drop of strength I have.... and push it into my comrades
fight.... WIN..... Remember.... me......

Click to shrink...

You step forwards, the chains of the Godmodder's paralysis falling from you.

All your power comes to you. One final time.

But you don't keep the power. You give it to the others. There is no grand physical effect, no large lights or explosions - you don't have the extra energy to be fancy. Your allies, all at once, feel that they can move again.

With your last reserves exhausted, you expire. Quickly, Its_a_cauldron_plot grabs your soul before the Godmodder can take it, and stores it in his cauldron.

Ranger_Strider, though dead, can still use his soul to "cheer" other actions, boosting their power by one action. Ranger_Strider soul acquired!

[x0] Being unable to move is a status effect. Resolute Heart description excerpt: All who hold it gain immunity to negative status conditions. We have that power; therefore we are immune to negative status effects. Immunity isn't healing, so it was never applied to start with.
I cough. then I think loudly: "First of all, everyone, the Shadow Agitator is vibra- oh, someone noticed before to you all. Well, uh, i noticed first? I just coudln't type this."
Then I cough again, and speak to the Godmodder.
"ech, Godmodder,seriously, this again? I admit, the humour on some of it is ok, but doing it twice means it got old. But, more then that. you made another mistake, again."
"Look, Godmodder, you're deranged. Most players are halfway decent, I'm supersensible. Id, eg- Wait, wrong script. sorry.hack"
"ahemAh, here it is. The Basis of Why The Godmodders Action Just Now Basically Definitely Wasn't Important, Abridged."
"The Godmodder cough hasn't failed an action due to his significant soul orb damage y- spit -yet, which has to happen to a significant action eventually. Therefore, there will be more actions by the Godmodder which are in some way significant,in the future. Therefore, the most recent action did not render him garun- atchoo him garunteed to win, as that would cough cough render such actions impossible."
(At this point, I fall over face first into the floor. cuz like, possibly-injured muscles. but I keep talking)
"I know this. It factors into every action. And, how did you harm me? welll..."
"desperate, Crusher, Karpinsky, and JOEbob try to force themselves to move, but break their brains, will, and bodies in the process, twisting them into painful mockeries of their former selves! They are mortally wounded!"
"Ha! Not One, not One! of those methods make a lick of sense. I'll take them from the top! Brains! Players. Don't. Have. Brains! I know this! It's countered my attempts several times! The spiritual constructs that Are players don't actually encode any information within the head unless the soul places its core within it- something any reasonable designer would remove- and if it's there, it's not like a brain at all!"
"Will! I'm Still talking! You Have Not Broken My Will! And you Can't, John Smith, Godmodder, Verraad- whichever name you least prefer. You can't break my will save by words. You can't find the right words without <Concept not translational: goodthink>. You can't get <concept not translational: Goodthink>, because you Aren't. So, you can't break my will save True Luck... and infinileaf clovers effects- any effects you have access to- Are False luck. Maybe if I believed a word you said, you could convince me to stop fighting- but not through breaking my will! Only through some sort of major concession which I would have to Believe you would follow through! Regardless my will would remain unbroken."
"Bodies! If I cannot be moved, Cannot move, the impetus and claim of this description, Then my body cannot Twist, or break, or bend! If my body did Twist, then that makes me free. and I would stop immediately- nearly completely unharmed!
Oh yeah, and I still have that dreamself."
"So There, Godmodder!"
<more to follow in another post for chronology!>

Click to shrink...

Verraad: My combat operandi's power is higher than that of the Legendary Weapons.

Verraad: When ALL the power returns momentarily, nothing, no power in any Plane, will be capable of opposing me.

Verraad: You spout fancy arguments. But despite your words, you still lie on the ground, broken. Not even your rational debate will stop me now.

Verraad's face is the look of a man finally getting his violent revenge on somebody who has annoyed him greatly.

The quiet watcher begins laughing at the Godmodder's words, not even bothering to try and handle the dehydration he was supposed to be suffering through. Seriously, the same action as the last time, only with slightly different flavor text on the actual injuries? Really? It was pathetic that the Godmodder thought that he could actually get that to work again, since all players know better than to repeat their previous actions. Sure, it had been a while since the last time he'd done something like this, but even he should have realized how stupid this move was. The Curse of Repetition was a thing, after all, and the Godmodder just used his player actions to carry out his repeated attack. That wasn't even getting into the fact that being mortally wounded was nothing more than a status effect, something that they were fully immune from thanks to the Resolute Heart's power. The Godmodder was clearly panicking if he was putting his hope in such a foolish action, and the sheer absurdity of it was too amusing for him to not laugh.

Click to shrink...

You laugh, then fall over.

...........
...................
Reality shifts around me. I start to feel heavy. I can barely breathe. I can start to feel myself slipping away. I cough up a combination of blood and oil.

JUSTICE A.I. HAS SHUTDOWN!

I start to wonder if there will be an afterlife for someone like me.

PERSEVERANCE A.I HAS SHUTDOWN!

I was created for a specific purpose, to Defeat the Godmodder.

KINDNESS A.I HAS SHUTDOWN!

And yet.... he still stands... and I am falling.

BRAVERY A.I HAS SHUTDOWN!

I have failed to Defeat the Godmodder.

PATIENCE A.I HAS SHUTDOWN!

I just hope that whoever is left, they are the ones who can take him down.

INTEGRITY A.I HAS SHUTDOWN!

I'm sorry Shadrix.... I failed.... you.....

................

Kid?

I just want to say.... it was a pleasure to be part of you...


Back at Shadrix's Ship...

nononononono! Bill! This is not going to plan at all!

sir? What should we do?

........

Shadrix looks over at the battlefield and sees the Godmodder smirking away. He looks at Bill and back at the Godmodder.

Shadrix then looks at the plans for Bill Nye. And he smirks.

Kirby, begin the teleportation sequence. I got an idea.



I look over at Alastair. He does have a point. We still have the powers that we gain from the fight. I look over, and smile.

Free Action: I use my vote to help use the Resolute Heart powers.

Click to shrink...

...

Its_a_cauldron_plot! There's only one thing you can really do right now. Heal someone. Anyone. Yes, you might get a healing pulse if you hit the Godmodder, but it's unlikely to work.

Wait. He's done a random healing. That means 3 random people get healed. Except, with the Infinileaf's power, that heal applies to the 3 people who most need healing. Most likely, this applies to people who would otherwise sacrifice themselves weakly.



Wait a minute, how does not being able to move mean anything? The whole point of psychic powers is that you don't need to move to use them!

We're in a state where any usage of powers would result in our collective deaths. And our efforts to find a means of resurrection have failed.

But yet, for the first time in this entier battle, we have the power of the Infinileaf Clover. And, with that power, victory is all but assured.

How so?

Infinite luck precognition. If we take a random action, it will be the action that is most effective in the current situation.

Problem: We can't just declare that sort of thing without a source of randomness to utilize.

Wait. I flipped a coin last round to try to beat the Leprechaun, but I did it after the leprechaun was already dead and we gained the infinileaf powers. There are three possibilities, heads, tails, or edge. Four if you count the possibility of something weird happening like the coin spontaneously exploding or falling down a grate (since there is a chance that after I thought this action wasn't going to do anything, I just guttered the coin) and being unreadable. As the coin was flipped after we gained infinileaf power, and the result hasn't been checked-

If you define an action plan on each of the three possibilities, the coin's result will be the result corresponding to the most effective action (or lack of action) to take, based on the new utility of the action.

We do one of the following, based on the result of the coin:

Spoiler: Heads

I launch an attack on the Godmodder combining all of our Legendary Item powers. I blind-fire an Obliteration Nova, targeting a random region of space in the universe. The Obliteration Nova strikes instantly, and is empowered by Yorehammer to bypass any defenses of any organisms in the blast radius to deliver a lethal hit. With the infinileaf clover, this should target the random region of space that the Godmodder is currently in, no matter how he attempts to evade or avoid detection or use decoys.

Spoiler: Tails

I heal as many random allies as I can, getting them back up from Mortally Wounded. I also empower them with a massive surge of energy that supercharges their next action. With the Infinileaf Clover, these random healings and buffings target the allies that most need it.

Spoiler: Edge/Other

I do nothing, and warn everyone else to not take any Mortal Actions this round because we have perfect luck and that luck told us not to act. Hopefully they believe that.

Spoiler: Analysis Of Each Potential Result

The Infinileaf Clover power grants infinite luck, meaning that the coin flip will turn to the result that corresponds to the most beneficial action to take.

If I am taking a Mortal Action and will die:

1. The direct attack option is potent, with the benefit of heavily damaging the Godmodder and healing every player one health state from the Healing Pulse. However, it would still be a sacrifice play for me, and it would be unlikely to work.
2. The healing action would bring several people back up and potentially give them a big power boost. With the randomness, the power boost could be targeted to the person that needs it the most at the time. However, it's still a sacrifice play.
3. The warning should not be a mortal action (as talking is always a free action), and it will hopefully prevent others from making a foolish mortal action. If every mortal action would be a senseless sacrifice, this is the option that is most likely to be chosen.

If I am not taking a Mortal Action, or the event with the Shadow Agitator will result in bringing everyone back:

1. The direct attack is now a much more valid option, as long as it is capable of inflicting damage. If it will deal damage, it is the most valuable action and will thus win the coin toss.
2. The healing is still an effective action. Not as good as a healing pulse, but if the Godmodder attack would fail, this is the best bet.
3. The warning is unlikely to be needed, but it's an option if something weird happens and people still need to be warned not to kill themselves.

Click to shrink...

The coin falls upon edge. Ranger_Strider successfully removed the paralysis, but now, you must wait to be healed...

As I feel my tongue loosen, I cry out.

"Raaaaannngeeerrrr! YOU ASSHOLE NO!"

But it's too late. I drop to myknees and pound the floor in helpless anger.

"John Smith... damn it..." Images of everyone else that has died flash through my mind. "DAMN IT."

What could I do? What could we do?

Wait.

There was one way we could get out of this alive, maybe.

"Everyone! We might be able to negate this if we use the collective power of our Resolute Heart abilities and Infinileaf Clover abilities via vote use. But to stop something of this magnitude... it might sacrifice them. So vote! Vote and let their power save us, so no one else has to die!"

There's two votes I propose.

1: Sacrifice the Resolute Heart powers to negate the final Combat Operandi!
2: Sacrifice the Infinileaf Clover powers to negate the final Combat Operandi!

I give it solid odds that each one might be enough to negate 1/3rd of the Mortal Action requirements for saving everyone from death. Of course, given the Resolute Heart's power, it alone might be enough to save us all.

However, this is a vote. As long as enough people vote to sacrifice either one, they'll be sacrificed to save us. If neither have enough votes, then neither will be used...

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Free Action: Start 2 votes!

Vote to Sacrifice Resolute Heart powers!
Vote to Sacrifice Infinileaf Clover powers!

Click to shrink...

You vote to sacrifice your powers! If the sacrifice is successful, there may yet be a chance!

Everyone is pretty much in the grave. Everyone. ITs a miracle people can even talk and that's probably because of Player Powers.

Leah's struggling to get up, as she does. The Anti-Player Bullet has clearly taken a toll. She has never known when to quit, right? Things never change, it seems. Omniglot has more in common with a pile of scrap than normal.

"Operator. Please wait."

"Nnn... Nnn... Nnn... Nnno." Leah spurts out. Her breath is pained.

"I cannot recommend moving in our current state."

"Llll... Let... Me..."

"... As you wish."

And she crawls. She crawls, right over to Piono, of all possible people. "... We... We did... Good, right?" She asks. "... Let... Let me..."

Piono doesn't really get the time to see what she wants-by the time she's vocalized it she's already got her hands on it. The Shadow Agitator. Trembling violently, for some reason. She doesn't know why, and she barely even knows that it was prior to her taking it. Why she didn't just pull it up on her own power is a mystery to all.

"... Let me do the honors."

And then abruptly Leah stands up like she wasn't even harmed at all.

...Wait.

Miraculously, she wasn't harmed at all, and is not hurt in the slightest. She's covered in dirt, sure. But dirt-even Anti-Player dirt-is hardly going to be the death of Leah, of all the assembled.

Blinks are exchanged across all present, except Omniglot who, logically, has no eyelids. (OK, and also exempting everyone else without eyelids.)

"... I was never a Player. Omniglot held that power... I never did. Not directly. Feels strange to say, now."

"He... He's been with me. He's been helping me. I'm not sure if he could've done it all on his own but he let me have his power. I don't quite get why. I know what lead up to it but... I don't feel like I've earned it at all. That's why the Godmodder didn't feel anything right when he absorbed my soul at the bank of actions, because it was only when Omniglot followed me in that he got anything. I was basically just... Not even an entity, really... Something like it? I can't even explain. But, the point is-an Anti-Player Bullet isn't going to be kryptonite to me. I mean, granted. It's still a bullet. But its why I can stand and move right now, if that's all I can. I'm pretty sure he's already calculated for my death, but I don't think that in all of his millions of contingencies, that he figured that I was just... Not a player? Kind of stupid... And right now, I guess in a funny way, in a party of people literally ordained by god to have ultimate power, I guess the one person who only ever got it by proxy being here is nothing short of ultimate karma for you... Or, maybe this is just some weird player-power thing that I'm doing without even knowing why. Honestly, at this point, I've stopped questioning things."

Leah raises the Shadow Agitator up high.

"I don't know what this is going to do. But... I remember how you've always won. Others do too. They're kinda tired of it."

Click to shrink...

You hold the Shadow Agitator in the air!

...

Nothing happens.

[Focus - BUFFMAGEDDON: Finale]



I've been beaten to the ground. My mortally wounded self, is laying on the ground. Now, you may be asking how we got here. In a nutshell, reused attacks suck.
But then... four of the buffs from several turns ago flicker into existence yet again, having not been activated earlier.

Though the glow effects caused by them are suppressed, Verradd stares in disbelief as he notices the attack.
After Ranger's Mortal Action, he was expecting another sacrifice... not this! No! John Smith has won, and the Players are dying and bleeding out!

I manage to get up, and take a knee. Verradd stares at the Mortally Wounded marker, and watches it shrink. Down to Critical, then Serious, then Moderate, and all the way back up to Not Injured. The now clearly defined aura of the Inverted Debuff surrounds me fully, as I'm restored to full health. Toxic dirt is a poison, poison's a debuff, and the inverted debuff... well, it means I'm not poisoned.

The Godmodder shouts defiantly. NO! This won't happen, not on his watch! A barrage of attacks launches towards me. The dust cloud raised from the explosion makes the results unclear, until it does clear. The aura of Invincibility, glowing rainbow, emanates from the cloud as I walk out unscathed. Purposefully, calmly, and methodically, I walk towards Piono. Attack after attack supposedly hits, only to be negated by this one mere status effect.

Right in front of Verradd's hopeless attacks, I proceed to cast CLEAR. Combined with the abilities of the Resolute Heart, the buff's abilities are amplified... clearing all of my allies of any Negative Status effect that they may have. And even better? Narrative Convinience. Quoting myself again... Moniker cannot stop this. Nobody can. As the last vestiges of the Invincibility buff fade away, along with the other remnants of the buffs, the Godmodder's worst nightmare comes true.

"His Final Combat Operandi is defeated.
The Players are still alive, and to top it off, well.
Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me...

How do you DARE and try and come back from this?"

If Leah has failed to reach Piono... I hand the Shadow Agitator to her, and lend her help.

[Vote - Sacrifice the Resolute Heart.]
[Free Action - Give the Shadow Agitator to Leah, if she can't reach it.]

Click to shrink...

You vote to sacrifice the Resolute Heart!

Verraad: These buffs... where, exactly, are you getting them from...?

What are you doing...? If you try to strike now, you'll perish for sure!

"No... not yet."

3 ACTION FOCUS - Gold gets up... heavily weakened. "I'm not done yet... ***hole." Woah Gold, language! "Heh... never thought I'd have to use this." Gold pulls out a golden vote box... and decides to sacrifice the resolute heart in a blaze of glory. "Shattering the Heart will cause a massive life surge... it might just give us the boost we need. Also, big guy, I'm pretty sure you HAVE to get me out of this for this to be canon." Touche.

Click to shrink...

You vote! But without using actions. That wouldn't be a good idea right now.

Fortunately, the Godmodder forgot to be prepared to double tap. I mean, really, 'the attack that instantly kills you and there isn't anything you can do about it'? Merely flavor text. After all, if the first half about it being an insta-death has been proven false, the second half is just as unfounded.

The crying, dehydrated CaptainNZZZ suddenly is obscured from view after the strike hits and, after the the cloud fades, a crying log can be seen where the Player once was. All thanks to the power of prep work:


And even if that wasn't enough, such a large scale attack from such a being so far beyond an entity - the Godmodder - would have triggered a fun little defensive measure. Something so stealthy even this plane of nothingness's fairly effective item stripping property wouldn't have noticed. Something so stealthy that only something as grandiose as the Godmodder unleashing a truly epic attack would trigger it. Something that is still effective even if the 'there isn't anything you can do about it' is accurate given that its creator is the Best Bird of this entire thread.

The glorious stealthy attack redirector!

(Yes, I once made myself a stealthy attack redirector. I'm not sorry.)

Like the Neutral Player who made the Temporal Guardian I am, I carefully reach into the time stream. Specifically, I'm finding and isolating the Ore of Orichalcum, yanking it forward in time to my presence existence. As the Ore of Orichalcum was one of the many items left behind when this Finale began, there's no temporal shenanigans to carefully navigate around. It's as simple as coming in contact with the Player inventory was everyone disappeared and pulling the chosen item to me.

It's far easier than some of my previous alterations from time such as moving attacks in time or granting powers of time to entities. An item snatch and grab to fulfill my Filthy Neutral status.

Plus, if I can't quite get it the Yorehammer power will help me reach, letting my actions bypass whatever defenses this plane as in regards to reaching beyond it. (x1)

Hmmm...how about a personal attack shield? You know, for old times sakes. (x1)

Click to shrink...

You successfully escape damage via the stealthy attack redirector! However, you notice a little red dot on your head... the Godmodder's weapon is positioned perfectly to still hit you with his one-hit attack!

You re-acquire the Ore of Orichalcum, and give yourself a (completely not helpful in this situation) attack shield!

(Free)I vote to sacrifice them both

(x3)As the Shadow of Death passes over all of us, I invoke the Archangel's Salvation and summon Mercy's Staff in Valkyrie Mode, using this, I heal myself and as many other people as possible.

Click to shrink...

You step forwards. You prepare for a mortal action... No! You must follow Crusher's coin flip. It would be better to wait to see if you get healed, or if sacrificing Resolute Heart will heal you!

"WAAAAAAAAAAAIT!" I cry out, pointing to John Smith! "YOU HAVE PLAYER ACTIONS! YOU'RE ALSO A PLAYER! FIRE THAT BULLET AND YOU DIE TOO!"

John sweats. 'He's right! I can't fire my attack now! Not without killing myself too!'

His ultimate attack turned into a nuclear option in an instant! Not even an instant! Just a quirk of sheer logic!

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Free Action: Point out that John Smith is now also a Player and will kill himself by the rules of his attack.

Click to shrink...

Verraad: I am not a Player. I am a God. No... better than a God. I'm an Administrator of Reality, far stronger than even an Architect!

Verraad: You are, just as you have always been, a mere bug sitting on the windshield of my victory, waiting for the windshield wipers of defeat to destroy you.

I vote to sacrifice the Resolute Heart.

All actions:
I reattach my limbs and stagger to my feet, coughing blood.

"Really, that's your grand finale? A 360 noscope?" I cough. "You've got to me joking. Sniper rifles don't even factor into the meta anymore..."

I drop to one knee, my hands tightening into fists.

"Everybody's raving about the M4A1 and the 725 in this day and age." I hiss in pain, continuing through clenched teeth, "You won't get anywhere with... what is that, an Intervention?"

I clutch at my chest. "As soon as you touch the ground, you'll get dusted by a claymore, just you wait and see!" I cough violently as I sink lower to the floor.

"That being said, I'm really banking on you getting a hitmarker..."

I point at the godmodder defiantly, "But even if I die here, you're going down! "

With those words, I force myself to stand again, with what remains of my power blazing in my hands.

(this is not a mortal action, just story text)

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder will soon be in a position to CREATE the metagame! And then, sniper rifles will be the ONLY VIABLE WEAPONS! Ahahaha!

Action 1: Using time powers, I ensure Crusher's actions this turn effects occur before anyone starts committing any mortal actions. (If he is healed before his post is read, its still not a mortal action)

Oh, Hi, I'm back. Here to ensure reality doesn't destroy itself like everyone is trying to make it do so. Lets begin the dance.

Focus 2x: Impossible.

Oh no! Godmodder! Impossible! How have you managed to do this to us! You've created a situation where the players are completely helpless! That bullet is going to bounce off the atoms and kill all the players!

Or is it? Density = Mass/Volume. Bullets that can be reasonally picked up in a hand? That means the volume of the bullets described is about the size of something a hand that can pick up! But, how! That doesn't make sense! The bullets are supposed to Ricochet off of Atoms! How can bullets do that if they have to be less dense than atoms! No, its not impossible. It simple, in fact! They simply have very little mass in order to maintain the density to ricochet off of atoms... But how can it kill players if its so not-dense! It can't be because its so fast, because then it wouldn't ricochet off the atoms properly, instead it'd just get flattened against the atom due to their lack of mass in order for them to be able to ricochet off the atoms in the first place!

The Godmodder pulls out a box of special ammo. Eyowe, Strider626, and DanganMachin read the writing on the sides - it's "kill Players in one hit" ammo!

Ah, an answer! I knew it, it is the dreaded Anti-Playerium! A material found in the deepest the void I took to the liberties of exploring after I gave up! Maybe its not that, but I'm pretty sure!

So, I simply roll a thousand random number generators (Infinileaf clover) with the biggest numbers imaginable to determine the exact locations to throw a thousand non-player anything fabric-type bullet proof vests that I stole from Earth and are so undense you can't ricochet off them, but with enough material to easily catch every bullet in mid-air within them, catching them midair! And since the Godmodder will try to interfere with my scheme, or if the bullets start shooting before I get enough of the bullet proofs vests around I go back in time. Every, single, time:

Dooming many different timelines that would have failed anyway! Every time I go back, I go and throw a different vest at a different location, with perfect sync. Either way, with too many doomed timelines later, But, this doesn't work. Probability determines who has the doomed timeline and who doesn't. With the power of the Infinileaf clover, none of our timelines with the Infinileaf clover are the doomed ones. Its a paradox, but it just works. I'd rather deal with a paradox than be in a doomed timeline. rip selves thx alot. If necessary just cast off the infinileaf clover if you are doomed if the alternative is paradoxical destruction of everything because time is kaput or some nonsense.

Finally, if the Godmodder for some dumb reason makes me mortally wounded before the Godmodder can even act in turn, I just randomly forget to block a bullet that goes through the Godmodder, as he is now a player, shockingly enough. Shouldn't be a problem though. Through my extended mortal action power, I go ahead and guide the bullet along and ensure the Godmodder is hit by the bullet before the Godmodder can say "NANI" and to ensure this conditional doesn't backfire and make me use it if I'm not mortally wounded for my many alternative selves who performed this exact action with this mortal action, which at least one alternate self randomly decided by another Infinileaf Clover's random number roll will automatically do so if necessary according to a random number that is my favorite number being rolled out of infinity radical numbers. In addition, I'll use another fabric-type bullet proof vest to stop the bullet from where the Bullet comes out of the Godmodder to ensure it can't ricochet further.

Click to shrink...

If Ranger_Strider hadn't acted, you'd be too paralyzed to use any time powers...

You throw vests in the best positions to block the bullet! "The best positions" happens to be in a circle entrapping the Godmodder. The Godmodder simply brushes the vests aside. Your results show this as the best timeline - any other configuration results in the Godmodder whipping up more dirt and/or simply adjusting his aim.

.....

...... i feel cold.

My throat feels like hell.

the dust went into my lungs and stomach.

I can't breathe

I can feel my intestines roiling

I gotta..........do something

I.... call.... for.....help

....

.....

but....
.....
...nobody
...came.....
.....

(RP)

edit: essentially forsaking any healing done by others for me so that others may be healed

Click to shrink...

...

[1 x]
Being healedhealthy, both due to the retroactive action Redrover supported, and due to the implausibility of my original source of injury a) harming me b) targetting me c) having a lasting effect or d) not stopping as soon as it had had any effect whatsoever, I roll over. Being face down on the floor was kinda unpleasant, actually.
After a moment, some grass grows under my head- the product of player powers. Setting the scene, making lying on my back more comfortable... It depends on who you ask. But, regardless.
I look up at the sky, and think about the long- I swear to- What keeps switching around my scripts! Come on, me! Be more properly disorganised! stop putting things in a binder so they end up in the wrong order! With a deep sigh, I gaze up at the sky.
"..."
"Hey, John, remember old times?"
"Things were better then. Before all of this. You wanted an interesting life, didn't you? But what kind of interest can you have, if everything is exactly as you expect it?"
"I suppose even killing players might have gotten boring after a while, with how stupid they were. But we weren't stupid. Even now, a modified god to the world before you, you haven't won."
"the wheels are ever in motion, the flames still burn, the feet still walk. The eyes still see and the mouth still speaks."
"I still remember old times."
"But hey, this is a bit more melancholic then the plan I had to start with! I'll start over, and read straight from the script this time, alright? Little upbeat little action before this battle ends, one way or another."
*Ahem*
"Hey, 'modder, remember old times?"
"Ok, there are a lot of things I could mean by that, I'll be more specific. I'm talkin' about when I sang things at you for various reasons."
"Here's another one! I didn't plan on it, but then I 'remembered' this song and it really fits this scenario. Sorta more from your prespective then mine, though. So, pretend this is you singing. In fact, I'll Pretend this is you singing! I'm pretty good at ventriloquism! especially since this is a text-based dialogue"
"Locked in constant battle."
"Always searching to no end"
"I wonder if this will last"
"Deep down I know it's all pretend"
(The Godmodders vision flickers, John remembering every time he lied, he pretended. It's all pretend, and he searched for the legendary weapons for so long, but- what if he fails, here?)
"I wanna take it back"
"But I can't deal with that"
"I need it taken away"
(thoughts bombard him as his vision normalizes. If he could have taken back all the betrayals- wouldn't it be better? Or if he could just take back this eternal onslaught on him, by So Many players... and he can't. Does he need it taken away?...)
"Flying, trying"
"Just to stay above the lying, hiding"
"From the pain inside the heart I'm killing"
"I just can't be saved"
"Take Me To The Grave"
(and his vision distorts again, a black sludge rising from the ground, and he tries to stay above it, all the lying he's done,the lying at every opportunity, and a plague of flames rises from the ground, the pain of all the hearts he's slain, and he has to hide inside the sludge. There's no way to save him, taken by every direction. His vision fades back into the battlefield as usual, a very real gravestone at his feet... but he can still Feel the acrid lies burning his throat.)
"What I feel in my veins"
"So much better than the shame"
"No remorse for my weakness"
"Just this war inside my brain"
(And the acrid lies pulse through his veins, but he thinks, it's better then admitting the lies were wrong. better then Shame, then remorse for the weakness that forced him to act this way. and- the war inside his brain? is- is the battle all in his head?)
"I wanna take it back"
"But I can't deal with that"
"I need it taken away"
(take it back- could he, if it's imaginary? but if it is, then its existance shows he can't deal with that. If something else could take it away...)
"Flying, trying"
"Just to stay above the lying, hiding"
"From the pain inside the heart I'm killing"
"I just can't be saved"
"Take Me To The Grave"
(and then- well, he's already failed to avoid the lying, but there's another wave of blades of pain from the hearts he's slain, so he dives into the real grave beneath him, hiding, from the pain inside the heart he's killing.
And then he can't be saved, because the walls of the grave, soft loamy soil, turn to stone and crash into him, invisible due to the distorted vision from earlier, digging into his flesh with raw necromantic energy of Death. He's been taken to the grave. just as he "Asked".)
As the Godmodder Counters- assuming he counters- he realises- Every bit of this attack pierces all his defences with Yorehammer. And- it's, just this war inside his brain. he can't dodge it, if it's all in here. He moves, and it will too.
Then, with a sharp Crack, he finds glowing black needle piercing straight through his heart, send right at it from a blind spot from the illusion covering his vision at just about three times the speed of sound. swirling lines of light erupt from the needle, tearing at him, before fading, leaving the needle ever-darker and leaving long scars in his flesh. And that is, of course, leaving aside the rest of it.

[0x] "Oh, and Godmodder. You said 'Remember how I've always won', And I can't think of anything less true you've said in recent history (well, other then all the other stuff.)."
"Paradox Billiards? You Lost. Curling? You Lost. The JOEpost? You Lost. Probably more then half of my Godmodder Attacks? You Lost. Orb Nightmare? Technically, you didn't "lose", but surviving is easy, It's surviving perfectly that was the challenge. And on that, You. Lost. Seriously, when have you actually Won while I've been involved? Ha."
"But here is the most important question at the moment, Godmodder."
"Why did the chicken want to cross the bridge?"
Three floating dialogue options appear in front of the Godmodder. 1: decieve. 2: truth. 3: white lie.
if the response is 1, he says "ko ko ko!". If it is 2,he says "ko ko ko.". if it is 3, he says "ko ko ko?". If he says nothing, well, silence is admission of a guilty conscience.
If you haven't played Humbugger, you might not know the context. But, basically, The Beast is known to attack random beings crossing bridges whenever they are asked "why did the chicken want to cross the bridge",regardless of their answer. So, the Godmodder gets ambushed from behind by The Beast while he's distracted as a free action.
Also, the Beast is a Beast. Yes, it's a thief-chasing-in-particular beast, but- It's not that smart. Trials? who cares about trials? It'll just eat the Godmodder. Problem solved!

[1x] Right after the Godmodder fends off and/or gets his internals turned into externals by The Beast, I snap my fingers.
A doctors office appears around us. But the Godmodder took that deal! why-
"Godmodder, please, sit down, relax. Things will all become clear momentarily."
The Godmodder sits, taking a moment to use echolocation. It's as he suspected. The Minotaur guarding the door isn't the end of it. there's also - Based on what he can sense, there's three platoons of miniature army men, a lego slime, a giant spider made of pancakes hanging from the ceiling, topmaniac from super mario galaxy two, a hedgehog wearing oversized rocket-sneakers, a knives elemental made of somewhere between a hundred and four hundred knives, six spectacular stunt spacemen, five hundred monkeys in tiny vehicles with darts, four levitating things in the shape of a stereotypical gem cut, a pose of hula-hoopers with only three hula hoops between them (forcing them to crowd around awkwardly close to one another and making the hula-hooping nigh impossible), two of the twin towers, and a partridge in a pear tree.
"Listen, I know what you're thinking. You bought the product! Isn't it over? The thing is, this is a doctors office. I Prescribed You a Brainb Leach, and then you just... killed it! Your condition needs treatment, not just assignment! You need to actually take what I prescribe you, or you won't get better, you understand?"
The Godmodder nods, stalling while he prepares for battle.
"Good. In that case..."
I tap a button on my sleeve. Nothing happens. To be clear ,this was a sewn on button, not like the kind on a keyboard or remote. The Godmodder stares at me.
"Oh, sorry, wr-" but before I even get that far, I've already pressed a second, remote-type button. The Godmodders Chair instantly whirs into action.
<more detail to come. Initial detaililng:>
Immediately, spikes stab out from every exposed surface. But not normal spikes- These are moving even faster then light! Yet they're not breaking the laws of physics- I'll link an explanation later. Anyway, on the same principles, binds wrap around, and into, each of his limbs! Before he can claim it's a decoy body, a scan pulses into the surrounding area (defined as All of Reality) and locates him, using Yorehammer to forcefully teleport him into place if he's elsewhere! Regardless of where he was, the Godmodder is forcefully in the doctors chair while it vibrates rapidly, setting him on fire before I harrumph at the smoke and a cold wind blows across the room- So cold,it chills his very soul! the fire is now out, but the Godmodders soul is stunned into inaction, forming a disconnect between his normal reaction time and his ability to do anything at all! With this opportunity, I force a Brainb Leach right back into the Godmodder! Yorehammer keeps him there, and the infinileaf clover causes him to mess up every tiny detail of any counter he might try to pull! In fact, because of quantum physics, there's an infinitesimally small chance of a fully functioning Brainb Leach appearing already attached in the Godmodders brain while all particles in the way quantum-tunnel to the moon, and with the power of the infinileaf clover this happens in whichever way would lead to success, every plank instant! Before he can object that this would involve my infinileaf luck affecting His luck, I'm using random chance to slightly influence the outcomes of all quantum events in the universe, by way of existing! Through infinileaf, the effects of my quantum slight-changes are exactly what I want! The Brainb Leach starts eating through the Godmodders memories- starting withanything that would let him realize it exists, remember it, or remove it! From here, there are two possibilities! One, the Brainb Leach (and its remanifestations by quantum luck) succeed! The godmodder doesn't even remember the deal! So, I send in the Army of things outside! this will be documented below. "Possibility" Two, the Brainb Leach somehow fails! Since such failures are almost certainly the Godmodders fault if they're even possible, this constitutes him refusing the deal and/or breaking it! The Army attacks! this will be documented below. """Possibility""" 3: The Brainb Leach fails in a way that's somehow still compliant with the deal! In this scenario, I should tell the army to stand down, but I consider this scenario so unlikely that I already told the army(s) to ignore any orders by me to stand down, so really, it's out of my hands. this will be documented below.
Note that in the mainline possibility, the Godmodder is constantly drooling, having trouble breathing properly, and making mistakes every few seconds.
regardless, the path of the action goes something like this...

Spoiler

Immediately, the minotaur charges into the room. Being no more durable then a particularly muscular human, it explodes the instant the Godmodder wants it to. But something he didn't expect is that it was actually a minotaur Slime! unlike a normal minotaur,it won't die when exploded! instead, each piece becomes a new- tiny- minotaur slime! The Godmodder is thusly swarmed by giblet-sized minotaur slimes, but he doesn't get a chance to deal with them (the only permanent way requiring three pieces of gold twine, nine metal plates, a nonsensical map, and six sacrifices of adults from a sapient species, per slime.) before the army men swarm in! Being of similar size to the giblet-minotaur-slimes, they make targetting more difficult, and begin to steadily flood the room with hostile bodies. their tiny bayonets don't hurt the Godmodder much, but the bullets seem to be enhanced with an off-brand version of the peacekeepers research! of course, he could easily distract then with other colored army men, except they're all wearing monochrome visors! they wouldn't even notice! and, no sooner do they finish pouring into the room then the Lego Slime glops in! Expertly sliding around all the minotaurs and army men, it gathers itself up and solidifies right below the Godmodders foot- inside his shoes if necessary! the Legos jab into his foot, causing untold agony- and the rest of the slime gathers itself up as battle helmets for the minotaur slimes and the army men- now he can't even stomp them! It would normally (he would soon discover, once he'd managed to kill a part of the lego slime) be the critical soul weakness of the individual minotaur slime giblets, but the lego slime would take the blow and deflect it if he tried! right as the Godmodder prepares a larger-scale retaliation to flatten his foes with non-physical force, the pancake spider leaps down on him- and- It's a Rubarb pancake! The Godmodder just loves rhubarb so much, he abandons his previous plans and starts eating the spider. It tastes so Rhubarby, he can't resist- nor would he, seeing as he loves rhubarb!... The time he takes savoring the rhubarb lets some of the giblets condense themselves into a larger minotaur slime, freeing up floor space for topmaniac to swirl in while they swing an Ax at him! As the Godmodder finishes eating the rhubarb, he discovers there was also a ghost in the lineup, which he couldn't detect with echolocation! It possesses him! But the Godmodders will is too strong for it to possess him, so the ghost instead possesses the Godmodder's mouth in particular, forcing him to bite his tongue so hard it bleeds! Ow! Then the ghost is exorcised from the strain, but it gives the hedgehog a chance to charge up a spin-dash and ram into the Godmodder, causing him to stumble! no normal hedgehog could accomplish this, but this hedgehog has giant rocket-boots, and another name for the spin dash is the 'light speed' dash! the stumble intensifies the Godmodders pain from the lego slime, right before the hedgehog blasts off into space from right in the Godmodder's face, leaving his nose (or one of them, based on alastairs attack) full of smoke and his head burnt! Then, without any warning, the knives elemental (which had sneakily hidden on the ceiling after the pancake spider jumped down) drops down on him, superheated (from the rocket passing by) knives jabbing into his orifices! like, his mouth and eyes and stuff. It's so painful, the Godmodder hardly even notices that he stepped on another three legos- but he does notice, because he's the Godmodder, and that makes it all the worse! As he recovers (vaporizing the knives of the elemental and setting the air around him on fire in rage), the five spacemen do such spectacular stunts he stops to admire them for a moment right before the sixth slings a rock through his head. they celebrate for about three seconds before he kills them, poetically, by slinging a rock through their heads (his rock is the moon. it's even more poetic that way.). Then, he realizes something. All the monkies had advanced intel! they all fired an IBallistic MissileII at him at once about ten seconds ago (while he was slinging a rock through heads), and have been keeping a steady stream of them going since then. Since missiles are homing, he'll just have to bear it, and he doesn't get a chance to kill the monkeys because one of them evolves into a super monkey, and it laser beams the missiles, causing them to explode just before the Godmodder can set up a shield and strike him directly! Then, suddenly, every monkey drops dead. This doesn't free up the Godmodder, since there are still dregs of the minotaur slime, platoon, lego slime, and so on harassing him, but it does confuse him for a moment. Then he looks up a bit. the four gems are floating there, glowing with an inner light- they're cursed. immediately, he feels a desire to steal them- but then the hundreds of monkey souls swirl out, forming some hundred or so crypts which all start launching spiritual lightninig at him. He senses, though, that if he can steal all four gems, the crypts will stop. and no other way. So, he stea-AAARG.. his flesh burns at the contact of the fake-infernal gemstones, which crackle and spark at him! he drops one, and it floats away, having stopped him long enough for the buzzsaw hula-hoopers to attack him! As it turns out, the hula hoops had retractable buzzsaw blades, and they stab into him while the onslaught continues. the twin towers then collapse, one in a controlled demolition, while the second is the an unrelated terrorist attack with a plane (as we all know, the right answer is always exactly in the middle of the two extremes!). they collapse on the Godmodder, with the Godmodder still inside, and he falls to his deaf! Being deaf, he is unable to detect the singing of the partridge in a pear tree, which parts a ridge beneath him and causes him to fall into the Pit Of Death! (a two block tall dirt pit where everyone lies on their back. Then the pear tree is burnt between an oncoming army of, on average, zero fire elementals- because it has a thousand of fire and a thousand of conceptual ice! they all pile into the pit, burning or freezing the godmodder before anihilating one another in a massive explosion. As the Godmodder recovers in the empty ruins, lego in his shoes (and the shoes themselves) finally gone and all the niggling threats vanished in the vast destruction, he looks around. Is that all? Ha! He's shown himself better then This attack, at any rate... Or so he thinks. Right up until the end of the line crests the ridge. The line of attackers was so long, it seems ,that a few escaped the blast radius. As they arrive, the Godmodder readies himself for another bit of fighting. He surveys his opponents. A sea of enemies, smaller then before but still large; barbarians, snakes, ambulatory Frisbees, gun elementals, the entire roman empire, the entire holy roman empire, the entire unholy roman empire (which is implied by the holy one, and is much larger due to nobody else having noticed its existence letting it snowball), the entire contents of Satans fridge, the entire contents of gods oven, the entire former contents of evucorps large kitchen counter(saved from lava retroactively just for this purpose), and more. The Godmodder prepares to fight them alll, untIMMA FIRING MY LAZOR screams one of them in the background right as the blast front of the lazor reaches the Godmodder. if he heard it in advance, he could have dodged, but sound travels slower then light. Also, it was a pretty wide lazor. It washes over the army, over the Godmodder, vaporizing all of the water which was 0.1 degrees or fewer away from evaporating; being so wide, the lazor was weak. But, the distraction let the entire army jump the Godmodder, and they would fight to the death.
To the Godmodders death, since most of them weren't actually properly alive.

[x0]

While, yes, the cyan orb was Theoretically donated to the fight against the Godmodder while stalling for his soul weakness,the conditions for its use never triggered; Reality never started to , or from what we could see, even said something similar to, that. On the other hand, this entire occurrence is something bad happening. It doesn't technically say it's because nobody has actions, but several bits of flavour text combined with the "aka - the attack that instantly kills you and there isn't anything you can do about it)" addendum... It all implies something very Similar. So,logically, the Cyan Orb is best suited to have activated just now, and- since the anti-player bullet is probably safe from harm by something this miniscule- teleported everyone out of the way of the Godmodders attacks, blocked their eyes, etcetra.

[1x]


The Godmodder blinks. I clearly expended an action just now, but nothing happened?
Wait, something's clearly going on with the blink! Obviously! The Godmodder makes sure not to blink!




Nothing happens.



Feeling like the Godmodder ought to be off-guard enough by now, I throw a defence-piercing super-lucky rock at the Godmodder! this being subject to CoR, he lets it hit him. Such a stupid player, wasting their actions... The rock, of course, does nothing- But it is covered in glue, for some reason. It sticks to the Godmodders face. To annoy him. Not wanting to reduce his success probability for simple pride, he ignores this and leaves it there.


Then, the Godmodder notices something! Lots of citizens of reality are tumbling through the portal we used to get here! And all of them want to help the Godmodder! One of thems offering to fight to the death with one of the players using their special player-killing techniques they honed to prevent the oppression of players if the Godmodder just gives them those dusty old Mascythe powers of his! Another one manages to crawl over the rest of the pile and starts making Action-enhancing lenses which they just want the Godmodder to use, free of charge! A Third wants the Godmodders help on a joint business venture- stopping and breaking down the corrupt resistance of the Players entities in the L.I.F.E. pod, which would otherwise surely mess everything up at the worst possible moment! One of the citizens just rolls by on a segway, talking about how the Godmodders victory is garunteed, and all he has to do is sit back and relax! A third, some kind of rock golem, offers to just sorta help out financially! He's hesitant, naturally, a bit confused- But hey, why refuse the free help? He watches as the Player slayer grey-hair mayor charges towards the dilapidated forces of the Players, screaming a battlecry, before obligingly feeding some of his actions through the enhancer lenses to boost them! Donating a small bit of his power, he sees off the business guy with some snowballing powers, and sits back to relax- Victory is all but assured, after all!
But- Something nags at him. Hmm.... Oh! The food he's eating right now doesn't have enough rhubarb in it! he adds some, and leans back again to enjoy. With all this help, solving the pesky 'player problem' is just a matter of time!

And then... Things start going wrong. Instead of slaughtering players, the Godmodder glances up to see the Mascythe-empowered Player slayer mayor with grey hair burning up with magenta, before slaying the conceptual injuries of every player he's fighting, healing them! As the Godmodder angrily rises from his seat, he finds out that that sitting and relaxing undid an ancient seal, releasing the true form of the segway guy! They take this moment to unlease a barrage of charged-up attacks, vaporising all of his hair,his super-armor, one of his boots, and worst of all- The Rhubarb! Turning to target the sealed evil, He raises a hand to smite them- But his enhanced action sputters and implodes, collapsing from the removal of a vital interior component, because of those lenses! The person who made them smiles, and seizes control of every remaining action, bolts of the Godmodders own power focused to a needlepoint shrieking through the air- and through him! As the Godmodder staggers back, The L.I.F.E. pod guy returns- But he's slain all the minions the Godmodder donated to him, and starts pummelling the Godmodder with fists wreathed in shining blue light! Surrounded by all sides, the Godmodder pushes them all away- Just in time for the Player Slayer Mayor to leap through a resulting gap and cleave the Godmodder in half with a light-absorbing magenta scythe! The Godmodders player injury bar takes the blow Especially hard, due to the inherent capabilities of Mascythian powers!
shoving again with kinetic force, the Godmodder leaps up into the air, getting a temporary respite while the Segway Sealed Evil empowers everyone with flight, and thinks. Why is this happening? Why now? Aren't the players the only group tha-
Wait. The Godmodders a player now! Of course he'd get bombarded with NPCs who are actually going to betray him! And he was foolish enough to trust them... But wait. basically every time the players got betrayed, it was sorta his fault. So now that he's getting betrayed... whos fault is it?
At this point, the Godmodder sees all the NPCs faces flicker into JOE faces, before turning back to normal as they charge at him again. Enraged, the Godmodder grits his teeth---
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---Some time later, the Godmodder finishes beating every one of these traitorous non-player characters to death with a wet napkin! He may have taken a hit here or there, but he can't deny that beating their smug,suspicious, stupid, traitorous faces in was Satisfying...
Wait. JOE. He caused this! So that's where JOEs action went, the cheeky bugger! Why the Godmodder'll give him a what for, he will!
The Godmodder head over to JOE, who grins.
"Did you enjoy Eternally Backstabbing NPCs You Can't Trust As Far As You Can Throw A Completely Motionless Object Which Weights Infinity Mass Syndrome? I hope so! It was sure Enjoyable for the players when you forced it upon Us!"
The Godmodder keeps advancing.
"Oh, do you want to make me pay for that? news flash, man. You threw the first punch in this fight."
The Godmodder, having no interest in morality, doesn't care.
"Something else I should mention- You've forgotten something."
The Godmodder keeps going.
"See, there's one NPC remaining which hasn't betrayed you yet..."
He pulls back a hand to punch me, and is rewarded with the sight of me starting to duck back. As he starts to swing, he hears me speak:
"the rock golem is very interested in that rock on your face."
With a great sound so loud he can't even hear it(because it goes from a sound to waves of force), it turns out the Rock was only an outer coating, holding in a sphere of Antimatter. When the Rock Golem betrays the Godmodder by stealing all his Rocks, the Antimatter- Already close at hand, defence-piercing, and of the maximal luck with regards to dispersal,activation time, and everything else due to the Infinileaf clover empowering my action-blows a hole in his head. With any luck, this'll be what sends him to 'Mortally wounded', his health will still be 0, and he'll bleed out.

Click to shrink...

Crusher's action says to wait. If the Resolute Heart sacrifice works, there may still be a chance...

I remember how you won, John. I was there for it several times more than everyone else.
And I tell you now, you're a punk and you're going down again ANYWAYS.

Click to shrink...

Verraad: Big words for an equally big loser.

Nobody is impressed with either of your insults.

I see
Guess we will have to sacrifice
I saw how that bullet of his looks
I analysed it
Now I know how to make it
Using the power of my literal last LAST ACTION and bullet mode
I make a bullet specifically to counter godmodder defenses and hit his very soul
I add the one shot kill enchantment
And finally I give it to Alastair

Here take it
I wish I could go on
I wished we could have a drink after this
Look back on this and just plain have fun
I wish for many things
But this is more important
Hope this will help you Alastair

I say as I slowly disappear......

I will miss you all
I'll be cheering for you (^^)

Click to shrink...

MORTAL ACTION!

You create the ULTIMATE BULLET. Alastair receives it. It radiates with the power to kill a God(Modder).

Your soul fades away, and is caught in the cauldron.

Acquired Strider626's soul! Strider626 can still "cheer" other actions to boost their power by one action!

Vote: Sacrifice Resolute Heart and Infinileaf Clover

Click to shrink...

That's enough votes!

RESOLUTE HEART POWER SACRIFICED!

ALL PLAYERS HEALED BY 3 INJURY LEVELS!

The Godmodder smiles...

Eyowe votes to sacrifice the Resolute Heart.
(If we can indeed do actions without making it a Mortal Action)
Before any of the Legendary Weapons get sacrificed, Eyowe utilizes the Resolute's Heart's power to stand up through all the "pain," and the Yorehammer's to break through the "exhaustion." He then patches himself up...by pounding into his chest a bit, getting his heart to basically calm down after that heart attack.

Click to shrink...

You are now fully healed!

If thanks to that earlier Mortal Action TRG isn't Mortally Wounded, he/it spam-heals himself through the power of videogame autoclickers, delicious spam meat, and videogame autoclickers activating the delicious spam (meat) skill.

TRG's running out of the massive power trove necessary to act so directly for so long, but he's not out yet.

Click to shrink...

You are now fully healed!

Laying on my back after falling down because my limbs suddenly decided to fall out I sigh in annoyance. 'Of fucking course this two bit bastard does this. Makes me wonder why the fuck did didn't just open up with that to began with.' Leaning my head to one side I find myself looking at my detached limbs. 'This will be annoying to fix.'

I then hear Alastair Dragovich's idea and wanting others to vote. 'Eh, could work. It's like it will hurt to try at this point.' "I vote to sacrifice the Resolute Heart." I say aloud.

Click to shrink...

Vote!

Oh noes, three out of my four limbs appear to have fallen off. Well, as the Black Night said, it's only a flesh wound!

Since healing seems to be the order of the day,I use my one remaining limb to collect the other three that fell off, and convert the life force remaining in those limbs into healing for the other players.

Not like I will be needing those limbs after this is over, with my country probably gone.


OOC: How did you make the second half of that seem to glow?

Click to shrink...

Winkins and Bill Nye are fully healed!

The Godmodder can hardly contain his glee. He'd be overjoyed if you just kept healing.

OOC: I'm not sure if it's becaue of the new SB format, but the bbcode goes like "glow="red"" "/glow" Exoskeletal laid it out pretty well.

I look on in horror, then look down at the bullet. I clutch it tightly.

"Thank you," I manage to choke out. "Th-thank..."

I am trembling, tears streaking down my face. When I look back up, there's a gun in my hand.

"360 noscope? Weak." I say quietly as I stare down John Smith. "Let me show you how it's done."

I toss the gun high into the air, eyes never straying from John for a moment. Then, I speak aloud the first of the words for my technique.

"Grand"

The room is filled with a dank power. Danker than any to come before, and dank enough that many pray that nothing that comes after shall surpass it.

"Finale"

The Godmodder begins to choke on a haze that fills the air. A noxious yet enticingly sweet fume...

"Supreme"

I flick the bullet into the air. John Smith realizes something is wrong. It shouldn't be possible for him to be so high that he can't swipe that bullet.

"420"

With that, the world is alight in a firey blaze. John's eyes widen.

"MASTER"

Was that baseball cap with the words 'Kill Streak: You' on it always there? No. But I turn it around anyway, releasing a lock on the tremendous power of this move.

"NOAIM"

The bullet flew into the chamber and as the gun began its descent, became locked and loaded. My eyes still never wavered as they pierced into his SOUL.

"SOULSHOT"

I took on the relaxed pose, body turned slightly away. The smell of Doritos, body odor, Mountain Dew, the street, and gunpowder filled the air. I cracked my neck, now adorned with golden bling...

" OMEGA "

And I finally broke eye contact, looking away as the gun hit my hand. With it aimed sideways I pulled the trigger and hit the motherfucker deadass in his soul!



The sound of airhorns came crashing down on the son of a bitch as everyone in Reality now knows, here and forever, that I OWNED his ass right now! Complete with a faithful recreation of the killshot - as faithful as possible without destroying mortal eyes, anyway!

Click to shrink...

Cameras pop out from behind the walls. The shot is broadcast across all Reality. Everybody witnesses the Godmodder's failure to employ the necessary 720-tailspin triple-deluxe maneuver to dodge - like a NOOB. Your shot is of course perfectly placed. Everybody falls over laughing at the sheer idiocy of the Godmodder to not even have bothered to employ a Speed/Dex minmax triceratops build to mitigate the risk! I mean, what was he expecting!? Frankly, this is completely the Godmodder's fault.

Damage to the Godmodder! Healing pulse!

The Godmodder stumbles backwards, knocked completely off balance by the ULTIMATE BULLET!

The Godmodder is stunned!

Without Strider626's sacrifice, the bullet would simply have been deflected... He shall be remembered.

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The Godmodder's aim is disrupted! Thanks to Alastair's attack and Strider626's ULTIMATE BULLET, He is sent reeling! As you take a final stance, he begins to recover, bringing his one-hit-kill gun back to firing position...

Verraad: Just... as... planned.

Verraad: You waste ALL your time and energy on healing... but the Mortally Wounded was... only a distraction...!

Verraad: When this gun fires... it's a ONE-HIT-KILL! Do you understand!?

Verraad: REDROVER, SHUT UP ABOUT BASIC PHYSICS! I'M THE GODMODDER! I DON'T CARE!

Verraad: Time... to...

A little blue spark courtesy of a rational debater comes out of Verraad's hand, shocking him. He pulls his hand back from his gun, putting it down and exposing him once again!

???: Now.

At the edge of the field, you see a figure shrouded in darkness. No, more than shrouded... they ARE dark. Parts of their skin are blackened, parts of their clothes turned into nondistinct black pieces of cloth... but of what is left, you recognize them... Cybil?

Cybil: I thought I would stop existing peacefully, just like that.

Cybil: But while I enjoyed the little Lotus Eater Machine you all had given me, I began to feel... guilty. And... a desire to... do something.

Cybil: I know, it's stupid. But when you're forced to live in some horrible prison for years with limited human contact, and then get shown kindness by people who should really hate you...

Cybil: In any case. The Godmodder killed me, of course. But as it turns out... he wasn't willing to give up the HP/power that came with properly, completely eradicating my soul.

Cybil: And so, when I woke up... I was a Shadow, trapped within my own, flooded, horrible prison.

Cybil: And yet, I began trying to make my way out anyways. I wanted to do something... anything! To escape my plight!

Cybil: And yet, I still failed - so many times! I had almost lost myself entirely, when I met another group...

Several figures appear next to Cybil. Crusher starts, recognizing them.

Cybil: They said they served Crusher. I see he's with you now.

Cybil: Of course, they took all the appropriate precautions and insane moves, including faking their own death. Fourteen times.

Cybil: Despite that, they were in the same position as me - failing. So, we teamed up. With my knowledge, and their firepower, we managed to liberate the Shadows.

Cybil: We thought we'd be guiding the Shadows out. But it turns out... it was the other way around.

A set of glowing white eyes appears in the darkness outside your fighting platform.

Cybil: They seemed to know the way. They led us to another Godmodder-implanted secret exit even I didn't know about, seemingly with preternatural knowledge - they were... chasing something.

Another pair of eyes. And another, and another...

Cybil: We exited from the Shadow Realm into another Plane, caught in the chaos of the HEXAGONAFIELD... we went through another Plane, and another in rapid succession, the Godmodder still sucking their power despite their new location, the Shadows always finding the most efficient path possible...

You're surrounded by them now. White eyes, and shadowy outlines, slowly drawing closer...

Cybil: And finally, we arrived at Yorefortress, and with the help of a few other Players, the last of the Shadows should be coming in... now.

Their eyes are focused on only one thing...

Cybil: Do the honors, Players.

Leah realizes what she has to do. With a simple underhanded toss right towards your favorite foe, the Shadow Agitator soars through the air. The Godmodder, being perfect, naturally catches it in a way that would make an audience gasp at its grace. The Godmodder, too late, tries to release it. He can't. Leah made sure of it.

Cybil: CHARGE!

The Shadows, barely restrained by Cybil, move as one!

The Godmodder: YOU TRAITOROUS F-

In less than 2 seconds, the Godmodder is being torn apart by a mass of black, writhing, and terribly angry souls. Each and every one of those whom he has slain gets their fair share of painful clawing, scraping, and scratching!

Cybil makes an effort to direct the Shadows, and manages to clear out a line leading right to the Godmodder's face! He looks at you almost pleadingly, his body barely visible amongst the writhing hands, but you can see him building up power! He'll throw them off in one turn! That is... unless you finish what he started.

Godmodder is massively more vulnerable to attacks for one turn!

...

*Ahem*

DO IT NOW! TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE OPENING! USE YOUR BEST, STRONGEST, MOST POWERFUL ATTACKS AND COMBOS NOW! DON'T LET THE SACRIFICES OF RANGER_STRIDER AND STRIDER626 BE IN VAIN!

DEFEAT! THE! GODMODDER!

(Optional song)

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CURRENT PLAYER SHENANIGANS POWER: 130% + Yorehammer + Infinileaf Clover!
Players:
[AG]ExoSkeletal (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]DragonOfHope (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]Daskter (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]Eyowe
[AG]Gnich (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]Crusher (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]ParadoxDragonPaci (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]DanganMachin (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]Captain.cat (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]FlamingFlapjacks (D U C K) (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]Eternalstruggle (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]ThatRandomGuy
[AG]Alastair Dragovich (slightly injured)
[AG]Piono (slightly injured)
[AG]The Nonexistent Tazz (Moderately Injured!)
[N+2]CaptainNZZZ (has Ore of Orichalcum!)
[AG]General_Urist (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]GoldHero101 (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]Karpinsky (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]The Quiet Watcher (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]JOEbob (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]Cephalos Jr. (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]Bill Nye
[AG]Winkins
[AG]The_Two_Eternities (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]Torix (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]Scott But Its a Girl(TwinBuilder + Victory by Ablation) (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]pope (Moderately Injured!)
[AG]RedRover
[AG]Its_a_cauldron_plot

[N+2]Cybil (Directing Shadow army!)

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Verraad: 0/100,000,000 HP, Stunned by Shadow Army! Massively vulnerable to damage!
Critically Wounded! Restoring Full Unholy Divine Abilities in 2!

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Player Inventory:
Godmodder Soul Orb
Ranger_Strider's Soul
Strider626's Soul

 

[Moniker]

(OOC: Due to the 300,000 character/5 media limit of SB, some of the attacks have been semi-randomly snipped (often the most colorful parts, as I believe BBcode counts) to save on character count. If you want to read the attacks, PLEASE read the posts directly, and not the quotes here!)

'Alright, Time to end this.' I think to myself as Verraad looks to be on their last leg. 'Right I'm going to need something other then my bare hands for this.
I wonder if that Spear still exists, Well one way to find out. I wish for the Spear of Lightning to appear in my hands!'

-Meanwhile back at the Bank of actions-

Back in the scorched and cracked interior of the Bank of Actions a spear shaft that looks battered and worn is firmly planted in the ground.
Suddenly the Spear's shaft begins to glow a red hue, the glow reveals runic inscriptions that have been craved across the entirety of the spear shaft.
A low steady hum can be heard emitting from it, Slowly the hum increases in volume until it is nearly deafening. At the time the red glow that is revealing
the runes on the spear and also increasing in brightness. As both the glow and hum reach a fever pitch the whole spear starts to shimmer
with red light and after a few more moments there is a explosion of blinding red lightning emitting from the spear.
Quickly the red light dies off leaving behind only a scorch mark and the creaked marble floor as the only evidence of the spear of lightning being there.

-Back with Captain.Cat-

Suddenly a blinding flash of Red light the Spear of Lightning appears in my hands humming heavily with energy.
'Very good.' I think to myself as I give a small smile as i rub my fingers over the spear, enjoying the familiar weight of it in my hands.
Looking back to Verraad my smile quickly disappears as I ready my next action.


'Right, I know what I will be doing. But first lets pick someone to follow up on what I do.' I think to myself. Looking around I settle my gaze on FlamingFlapjacks.
'Hmm, Yeah. you'll do.' Quickly I move up close to them and speak to them. "Right, I'm going to try and stun Verraad and give you and the other an opening.
I want you to attack after I have hopefully made an opening for you." After I finish speaking I move away and after I get some distance away I look towards Verraad.
'Right lets put an end to your dreams of being the creator of a new reality.' With that I close my eyes and focus all my energy into this attack using the Spear of lightning
as a conduit for all the power of it.

The Runes that cover the Spear of lighting start to glow with ever-increasing intensity of red light and on the shaft of the spear currents
of electricity start to spark out and increase in frequency as more power is poured into the spear. Soon the spear of lightning is almost blinding to
look at because the red light is so bright, the only way to tell that it is there is the streaks of red lightning now emitting from it's shaft.

Opening my eyes again I can't really see the spear of lightning anymore as the light coming from it is so intense but I can still feel it in my hands.
I give a small smile to it before then raising up the spear of lightning in one hand I aim the tip of it just a bit above where Verraad is.
With a deep breath of air I then yell out. "LIGHTNING STORM!"

As soon as the words leave my mouth the spear of lightning lets out a thunderous boom and from the tip of the spear a solid beam of red electricity shoots out from it
and into the air above Verraad. As the beam reaches the point in the air above Verraad a massive cloud starts to quickly form there and within seconds the cloud
covers miles of sky all above Verraad. Looking up at the cloud it is a deep dark shade of gray with deep red currents of electricity coursing through it.

A few moments later the beam of electricity from the spear of lightning ends, As soon as the last bit of the beam is absorbed by the cloud a singular massive bolt of
glowing red lightning shoots down towards Verraad letting out a deafening boom, Soon as that bolt strikes several hundred more bolts of lightning shoot out towards Verraad.
Each one glowing red and illuminating the land for miles with a near constant strobe of red light and a unending barrage of thunderous booms that echo across the field
as the Lightning storm keeps striking at Verraad in a effort to keep them on the defense and give an opening to the others to deal the killing blow.

The spear is no longer glowing as it was a few moments ago now that most of the power has been used to create the now raging lightning storm
but a faint red glow still remains illuminating the runes that cover the spear shaft and a occasional current of electricity runs up and down the spear.

'Well I hope that gives an opening.' I think to myself as I for a moment watch the storm rage before then looking down towards the spear of lightning.
'It still has some power but I am unsure if it will ever be able to do that again.' I think to myself. I flex my fingers on the spear and run them across some of the runic
inscriptions. ᛏᛟ ᛏᚺᛟᛋᛖ ᛟᚠ ᚠᛟᚱᛏᛁᛏᚢᛞᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛋᛖᛖ ᛏᚺᛖᛁᚱ ᛩᚢᛖᛋᛏ ᛏᛟ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛖᚾᛞ, ᛚᛖᛏ ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᛋᛏᚱᛖᚾᚷᛏᚺ ᚱᚢᚾ ᛏᚺᚱᛟᚢᚷᚺ ᛗᛖ, ᛋᛟ ᛁ ᛗᚨᚤ ᛚᛁᛖ ᛚᛟᚹ ᚨᛚᛚ ᚹᚺᛟ ᛟᛈᛈᛟᛋᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ. "To those of fortitude to see their quest to the end,
Let your strength run through me, so I may lie low all who oppose you." I quietly translate to myself. 'Well I think I have done what I can at this point, But I think
Pionoplayer can still make use of this.' I think to myself and look around to try and see where they are.

After a few moments I spot Pionoplay and I quickly rush over to them. "Hey Pionoplayer. The Spear of lightning still has some power left in it, Perhaps you can make use of it
for your own attack." I say as I hold up the Spear to them.

Click to shrink...

You feel a familiar-sounding voice... (Ranger_Strider's?) cheer you on! Verraad gets slammed by a killer blast of lightning, knocking him off balance! He's doubly exposed!

Verraad: ...You guys don't seriously expect to kill me right now, do you!?

Cybil: Okay! Let's kill him!

FINALE COMBO ATTACK BEGUN!

I try my best go get back up. " Frack,." I toss out heals randomly

Click to shrink...

Several Players healed!

Since TRG isn't Mortally Wounded anymore, he/it spam-heals himself (followed by people who are part of the Combo) through the power of videogame autoclickers, delicious spam meat, and videogame autoclickers activating the delicious spam (meat) skill.

TRG's running out of the massive power trove necessary to act so directly for so long, but he's not out yet.

Click to shrink...

Several more Players healed! Thanks to the extra power granted by the ULTIMATE COMBO, many of them are significantly closer to full health!

[x0] by the way, The falling down part was on purpose. Specifically, seeing as I had fallen down, I was no longer in the position I was at when the Godmodder had a perfect shot, so he could no longer kill me with that perfect shot.

Anyway, I now redo all of last rounds actions, except modified so that if they require the Godmodder to not be covered in shadows,The Godmodder instead gets connected to a voodoo doll for those sections which allows him to be killed through it, or alternatively suffers an illusion.
[1 x]
Being healthy, I roll over. Being face down on the floor was kinda unpleasant, actually.
After a moment, some grass grows under my head- the product of player powers. Setting the scene, making lying on my back more comfortable... It depends on who you ask. But, regardless.
I look up at the sky, and think about the long- I swear to- What keeps switching around my scripts! Come on, me! Be more properly disorganised! stop putting things in a binder so they end up in the wrong order! With a deep sigh, I gaze up at the sky.
"..."
-snip-
-snip-
(and then- well, he's already failed to avoid the lying, but there's another wave of blades of pain from the hearts he's slain, so he dives into the real grave beneath him, hiding, from the pain inside the heart he's killing.
And then he can't be saved, because the walls of the grave, soft loamy soil, turn to stone and crash into him, invisible due to the distorted vision from earlier, digging into his flesh with raw necromantic energy of Death. He's been taken to the grave. just as he "Asked". Oh, and he's still being clawed at by shadows)
As the Godmodder Counters- assuming he counters- he realises- Every bit of this attack pierces all his defences with Yorehammer. And- it's, just this war inside his brain. he can't dodge it, if it's all in here. He moves, and it will too.
Then, with a sharp Crack, he finds glowing black needle piercing straight through his heart, send right at it from a blind spot from the illusion covering his vision at just about three times the speed of sound. swirling lines of light erupt from the needle, tearing at him, before fading, leaving the needle ever-darker and leaving long scars in his flesh. And that is, of course, leaving aside the rest of it and all the shadows and stuff, which are part of the attack via black goop, and so Also receive infinileaf and Yorehammer benefits for its duration.

[0x] "Oh, and Godmodder. You said 'Remember how I've always won', And I can't think of anything less true you've said in recent history (well, other then all the other stuff.)."
"Paradox Billiards? You Lost. Curling? You Lost. The JOEpost? You Lost. Probably more then half of my Godmodder Attacks? You Lost. Orb Nightmare? Technically, you didn't "lose", but surviving is easy, It's surviving perfectly that was the challenge. And on that, You. Lost. Seriously, when have you actually Won while I've been involved? Ha."
"But here is the most important question at the moment, Godmodder."
"Why did the chicken want to cross the bridge?"
Three floating dialogue options appear in front of the Godmodder. 1: decieve. 2: truth. 3: white lie.
if the response is 1, he says "ko ko ko!". If it is 2,he says "ko ko ko.". if it is 3, he says "ko ko ko?". If he says nothing, well, silence is admission of a guilty conscience.
If you haven't played Humbugger, you might not know the context. But, basically, The Beast is known to attack random beings crossing bridges whenever they are asked "why did the chicken want to cross the bridge",regardless of their answer. So, the Godmodder gets ambushed from behind by The Beast while he's distracted as a free action.
Also, the Beast is a Beast. Yes, it's a thief-chasing-in-particular beast, but- It's not that smart. Trials? who cares about trials? It'll just eat the Godmodder. Problem solved! Another thing worth noting is that the beast can pass through cannonballs and some other types of objects without affecting them, so it can completely ignore the Shadows.

[1x] Right after the Godmodder fends off and/or gets his internals turned into externals by The Beast, I snap my fingers.
The below is an illusion+vodoo doll. However, the voodoo-body/illusion (it is unclear which it actually is) is just as hampered in motion as the real Godmodder; this just lets the shadows avoid harm. Some portions of the effect also occur directly to the Godmodder, like the quantum-manifesting Brainb Leach.
A doctors office appears around us. But the Godmodder took that deal! why-
"Godmodder, please, sit down, relax. Things will all become clear momentarily."
The Godmodder sits, taking a moment to use echolocation. It's as he suspected. The Minotaur guarding the door isn't the end of it. there's also - Based on what he can sense, there's three platoons of miniature army men, a lego slime, a giant spider made of pancakes hanging from the ceiling, topmaniac from super mario galaxy two, a hedgehog wearing oversized rocket-sneakers, a knives elemental made of somewhere between a hundred and four hundred knives, six spectacular stunt spacemen, five hundred monkeys in tiny vehicles with darts, four levitating things in the shape of a stereotypical gem cut, a pose of hula-hoopers with only three hula hoops between them (forcing them to crowd around awkwardly close to one another and making the hula-hooping nigh impossible), two of the twin towers, and a partridge in a pear tree.
"Listen, I know what you're thinking. You bought the product! Isn't it over? The thing is, this is a doctors office. I Prescribed You a Brainb Leach, and then you just... killed it! Your condition needs treatment, not just assignment! You need to actually take what I prescribe you, or you won't get better, you understand?"
The Godmodder nods, stalling while he prepares for battle.
"Good. In that case..."
I tap a button on my sleeve. Nothing happens. To be clear ,this was a sewn on button, not like the kind on a keyboard or remote. The Godmodder stares at me.
"Oh, sorry, wr-" but before I even get that far, I've already pressed a second, remote-type button. The Godmodders Chair instantly whirs into action. on inspection, it was a spacially-warped Godmodder-killer bed, made of the finest spikes of Bedrockium, Divinium, Draconium, Invincium, and other high-quality spike materials, to ensure that Godmodder problems are one swift sit away! The warping keeping the spikes flat turns off! Immediately, spikes stab out from every exposed surface. But not normal spikes- These are moving even faster then light! Yet they're not breaking the laws of physics, because technically nothing moved! Anyway, on the same principles, binds wrap around, and into, each of his limbs! Before he can claim it's a decoy body, a scan pulses into the surrounding area (defined as All of Reality) and locates him, using Yorehammer to forcefully teleport him into place if he's elsewhere! Regardless of where he was, the Godmodder is forcefully in the doctors chair while it vibrates rapidly, setting him on fire before I harrumph at the smoke and a cold wind blows across the room- So cold,it chills his very soul! the fire is now out, but the Godmodders soul is stunned into inaction, forming a disconnect between his normal reaction time and his ability to do anything at all! With this opportunity, I force a Brainb Leach right back into the Godmodder! Yorehammer keeps him there, and the infinileaf clover causes him to mess up every tiny detail of any counter he might try to pull! In fact, because of quantum physics, there's an infinitesimally small chance of a fully functioning Brainb Leach appearing already attached in the Godmodders brain while all particles in the way quantum-tunnel to the moon, and with the power of the infinileaf clover this happens in whichever way would lead to success, every plank instant! Before he can object that this would involve my infinileaf luck affecting His luck, I'm using random chance to slightly influence the outcomes of all quantum events in the universe, by way of existing! Through infinileaf, the effects of my quantum slight-changes are exactly what I want! The Brainb Leach starts eating through the Godmodders memories- starting withanything that would let him realize it exists, remember it, or remove it! From here, there are two possibilities! One, the Brainb Leach (and its remanifestations by quantum luck) succeed! The godmodder doesn't even remember the deal! So, I send in the Army of things outside! this will be documented below. "Possibility" Two, the Brainb Leach somehow fails! Since such failures are almost certainly the Godmodders fault if they're even possible, this constitutes him refusing the deal and/or breaking it! The Army attacks! this will be documented below. """Possibility""" 3: The Brainb Leach fails in a way that's somehow still compliant with the deal! In this scenario, I should tell the army to stand down, but I consider this scenario so unlikely that I already told the army(s) to ignore any orders by me to stand down, so really, it's out of my hands. this will be documented below.
Note that in the mainline possibility, the Godmodder is constantly drooling, having trouble breathing properly, and making mistakes every few seconds.
regardless, the path of the action goes something like this...
-snip-

While, yes, the cyan orb was Theoretically donated to the fight against the Godmodder while stalling for his soul weakness,the conditions for its use never triggered; Reality never started to , or from what we could see, even said something similar to, that. On the other hand, this entire occurrence is something bad happening. It doesn't technically say it's because nobody has actions, but several bits of flavour text combined with the "aka - the attack that instantly kills you and there isn't anything you can do about it)" addendum... It all implies something very Similar. So,logically, the Cyan Orb is best suited to have activated just now, and- since the anti-player bullet is probably safe from harm by something this miniscule- teleported everyone out of the way of the Godmodders attacks, blocked their eyes, etcetra.

[1x]This action is also part-illusion. The NPCs do show up, but the Godmodders ability to interact with them normally is an illusion. Then they come back and kill him or whatnot anyway.


The Godmodder blinks. I clearly expended an action just now, but nothing happened?
Wait, something's clearly going on with the blink! Obviously! The Godmodder makes sure not to blink!




Nothing happens.



Feeling like the Godmodder ought to be off-guard enough by now, I throw a defence-piercing super-lucky rock at the Godmodder! this being subject to CoR, he lets it hit him(plus, with shadows, dodging would be difficult). Such a stupid player, wasting their actions... The rock, of course, does nothing- But it is covered in glue, for some reason. It sticks to the Godmodders face. To annoy him. Not wanting to reduce his success probability for simple pride, he ignores this and leaves it there.


Then, the Godmodder notices something! Lots of citizens of reality are tumbling through the portal we used to get here! And all of them want to help the Godmodder! One of thems offering to fight to the death with one of the players using their special player-killing techniques they honed to prevent the oppression of players if the Godmodder just gives them those dusty old Mascythe powers of his! Another one manages to crawl over the rest of the pile and starts making Action-enhancing lenses which they just want the Godmodder to use, free of charge! A Third wants the Godmodders help on a joint business venture- stopping and breaking down the corrupt resistance of the Players entities in the L.I.F.E. pod, which would otherwise surely mess everything up at the worst possible moment! One of the citizens just rolls by on a segway, talking about how the Godmodders victory is garunteed, and all he has to do is sit back and relax! A third, some kind of rock golem, offers to just sorta help out financially! He's hesitant, naturally, a bit confused- But hey, why refuse the free help? He watches as the Player slayer grey-hair mayor charges towards the dilapidated forces of the Players, screaming a battlecry, before obligingly feeding some of his actions through the enhancer lenses to boost them! Donating a small bit of his power, he sees off the business guy with some snowballing powers, and sits back to relax- Victory is all but assured, after all!
But- Something nags at him. Hmm.... Oh! The food he's eating right now doesn't have enough rhubarb in it! he adds some, and leans back again to enjoy. With all this help, solving the pesky 'player problem' is just a matter of time!

And then... Things start going wrong. Instead of slaughtering players, the Godmodder glances up to see the Mascythe-empowered Player slayer mayor with grey hair burning up with magenta, before slaying the conceptual injuries of every player he's fighting, healing them! As the Godmodder angrily rises from his seat, he finds out that that sitting and relaxing undid an ancient seal, releasing the true form of the segway guy! They take this moment to unlease a barrage of charged-up attacks, vaporising all of his hair,his super-armor, one of his boots, and worst of all- The Rhubarb! Turning to target the sealed evil, He raises a hand to smite them- But his enhanced action sputters and implodes, collapsing from the removal of a vital interior component, because of those lenses! The person who made them smiles, and seizes control of every remaining action, bolts of the Godmodders own power focused to a needlepoint shrieking through the air- and through him! As the Godmodder staggers back, The L.I.F.E. pod guy returns- But he's slain all the minions the Godmodder donated to him, and starts pummelling the Godmodder with fists wreathed in shining blue light! Surrounded by all sides, the Godmodder pushes them all away- Just in time for the Player Slayer Mayor to leap through a resulting gap and cleave the Godmodder in half with a light-absorbing magenta scythe! The Godmodders player injury bar takes the blow Especially hard, due to the inherent capabilities of Mascythian powers!
shoving again with kinetic force, the Godmodder leaps up into the air, getting a temporary respite while the Segway Sealed Evil empowers everyone with flight, and thinks. Why is this happening? Why now? Aren't the players the only group tha-
Wait. The Godmodders a player now! Of course he'd get bombarded with NPCs who are actually going to betray him! And he was foolish enough to trust them... But wait. basically every time the players got betrayed, it was sorta his fault. So now that he's getting betrayed... whos fault is it?
At this point, the Godmodder sees all the NPCs faces flicker into JOE faces, before turning back to normal as they charge at him again. Enraged, the Godmodder grits his teeth---
-------_--==----__
---Some time later, the Godmodder finishes beating every one of these traitorous non-player characters to death with a wet napkin! He may have taken a hit here or there, but he can't deny that beating their smug,suspicious, stupid, traitorous faces in was Satisfying...
Wait. JOE. He caused this! So that's where JOEs action went, the cheeky bugger! Why the Godmodder'll give him a what for, he will!
The Godmodder head over to JOE, who grins.
"Did you enjoy Eternally Backstabbing NPCs You Can't Trust As Far As You Can Throw A Completely Motionless Object Which Weights Infinity Mass Syndrome? I hope so! It was sure Enjoyable for the players when you forced it upon Us!"
The Godmodder keeps advancing.
"Oh, do you want to make me pay for that? news flash, man. You threw the first punch in this fight."
The Godmodder, having no interest in morality, doesn't care.
"Something else I should mention- You've forgotten something."
The Godmodder keeps going.
"See, there's one NPC remaining which hasn't betrayed you yet..."
He pulls back a hand to punch me, and is rewarded with the sight of me starting to duck back. As he starts to swing, he hears me speak:
"the rock golem is very interested in that rock on your face."
With a great sound so loud he can't even hear it(because it goes from a sound to waves of force), it turns out the Rock was only an outer coating, holding in a sphere of Antimatter. When the Rock Golem betrays the Godmodder by stealing all his Rocks, the Antimatter- Already close at hand, defence-piercing, and of the maximal luck with regards to dispersal,activation time, and everything else due to the Infinileaf clover empowering my action-blows a hole in his head. With any luck, this'll kill him.
He then realizes, if he survives this long, that he never advanced all, because, well, shadows.

Click to shrink...

JOEbob... even now, you still lack the ability to "do all of last round's actions" just by saying it. No. Bad JOEbob. Very bad.

As the other Players begin their assault, your song, sung in your horrible, unlistenable, awful singing voice, plays in his head the whole time.

(You can't do an attack as a free action. Unless, that was the intent as a parody of yourself? You deal parody damage to the godmodder.)

The Godmodder forgets every counter he had planned against the actions the Players are about to use! And his head is too full of song to remember! Agh!

The Cyan orb was sacrificed to defeat a Level 20 Ultibeast back at Yorefortress.

The Godmodder, fresh off the betrayal of the "friendly" NPCs, feels EMOTIONAL pain because of how betrayed he is! He should've known! HE SHOULD'VE KNOWN!

"O_O"
Caught completely off guard by what is happening I impulsively use two Actions to Charge then one to throw a rubber duck like a grenade. Just a rubber duck. Literally nothing special about it. It is yellow with an orange beak and squeezing it makes it go "quack". The only special thing about It is that it is named Le Quack. I just am hoping it can hit something.

Le Quack, on the other hand, is no mere rubber duck. Having been a goose that was a right bastard to some higher powers he was doomed to reincarnated as a rubber duck. Ever since he was born from the vinyl plastic presses of the duck factory, was never content to be merely a recreational bath toy, racing piece, or a Carnival Game for this Reason. Mayhaps he would have enjoyed being a hood ornament but that would be unlikely to ever come to pass. So, sitting upon a shelf in a store, waiting to be bought, he would seeth with rage at not being made into something useful for battle let alone a glorious goose of war. When he saw me approach on the day I had bought him and stuffed him in my Archive he knew his day had arrived he felt it in his yellow plastic body that his dream of ruining someones day in a comedic fashion had come. So now, here he is, sailing through the air, arcing towards the Ultimate Target as it is made vulnerable, he feels his life come to completion. Thus ends the Consciousness of a Goose trapped in a Rubber Duck's body named Hjönk the Destroyer, using all his rubber duck and goose bastard powers to maintain an arc that will see him through even if his soft pliable body will do nothing but add insult to injury. Verraad may not be the higher power that did this to him but that does not stop Hjönk from feeling sweet satisfaction and revengeance in his last moments of Conscious Thought.

OOC:
I'm going with this Song List instead. Although good choice.
-snip-

Click to shrink...

Absurdly epic and emotional music playing in the background, Hjonk slowly glides through the air, eventually hitting the Godmodder and harmlessly bouncing off due to the fact that it's made of harmless rubber. But the Godmodder takes emotional damage from seeing you charge up two points in the LAST POST OF THE GAME.

"...yeah I've forgotten who you are." ES said to Cybil. "We've been kinda busy so if you were someone we've met, sorry, no clue."

He turned to Amelia. "Well I recall there being some kind of plan for when we got to this stage so I see no reason to mess that up." With a snap of the finger, ES summons a small camera setup. "But you better believe I'm gonna record this for later. This should be good."

A second snap, and he held a shuffled deck of cards in hand. "Since we can multitask, solitaire in the meantime?" Amelia simply nodded in response.

Click to shrink...

You take a complete photo-op of the most epic attack set to ever be launched. It will later become the most-watched video on Youtube, and the ad revenue will sustain a lavish lifestyle for you a long time to come.

I draw a gun. It's time.
I lift the gun, and fire. ..nothing happens.
I glance at it, and realize I'm.. finally out of ammo. After all the guns I've gone through.. I sigh, and reach for a laser gun. And I'm out of those. I reach for a rocket launcher, a slingshot, a grenade launcher, a pie flinger, a KO cannon, even a bow. Nothing. No ammo left. Everyone looks at me, anticipating a attack. Instead, I step back, and discard my gun to the side. Then I discard another gun. And another. And another. And another. -snip-
After a while, every projectile weapon ever used in this Godmodding War lies in a giant pile next to me, towering into the sky. The snap my fingers. The weapons turn a tornado, with me at the center. Flying up, the tornado rotates, pointing at Verrad John. With a dash forward, it turns into a huge drill, piercing the sky, and with the power of gun behind me.. I.. oh my god.. I.....


I stab the Godmodder with my guns.

The power of this anticlimax hurls him into the sky..
..where he is hit by a rain of bows...
...knocking him into a ravine where a group of grenade launchers beat them up...
...then a group of slingshots knocks him back into the sky,..
...which he's then knocked out of by a barrage of hand mortars..
...the throw through the elemental plane of fire by nerf gun..
...crushed under a rain of spud launchers...
...filled with splinters by a well-placed shot of trebuchets..
..bombarded with siege cannons..
...crushed by catapults...
....assaulted by crossbows..
...and hit by hwachas.

I reach for more... and I'm out of projectile weapons. Out of ammo, out of weapons, there's only thing left to do. I look to the sky, and apologize to the long deceased god of guns.


And... I stab the Godmodder with a sword.

I throw the Retcon Shell, taken from TOG IIIIIII(more), to Piono, then hurl the Soul Orb Magnum to Karp.
"He's stunned, don't mess up!"

retcon shell goes to piono
magnum goes to karp

Click to shrink...

The hwachas somehow knock the Godmodder back to exactly where he started, a multiple significant welts having appeared on his normally perfect face!

I catch the Soul Orb Magnum (hereafter just Magnum) from FlamingFlapjacks. It's going to need some work, though, so let's get down to it. I'll be working on the aiming mechanism, some small modifications to the ammunition, and the grip. A gun like this, you can't afford to have your hand slip.
I start with the barrel of the gun, checking its dimensions carefully. Looks like it'll do what we need it to. But it's missing something. Something that'll make sure it does damage. So at the tip of the barrel, I apply a single effect: Sting-LiteTM​. Sting-LiteTM​ functions sort of like its big brother, Sting, in that affected projectiles will go straight through most obstacles. Unlike its big brother, Sting-LiteTM ​doesn't have the same inviolability. The more powerful magic effects will stop it. But in general, bodyguards, shields, and deflecting weapons won't do any good. Sting-LiteTM ​is notoriously difficult to apply, though, and it takes me a few dozen tries before I get it right. Of course, you still have to aim the darn thing.
To ensure that the Magnum's aim is sure, I add a few things. A standard aimbot, which gets rid of the fiddly things like adjusting for wind. Carving Verraad's name into the outside of the barrel, so that it's marked to kill him. Unfortunately, when I'm applying the aimbot, the first five attempts all create rogue AIs, and the next eight simply refuse to point at Verraad. And when I get that to work and try to carve the barrel, it messes up the Sting-LiteTM ​and I spend forty more attempts getting it all to fit together.
For the finishing touch, I add an enchanted arm strap. The Magnum's wielder will not drop it, lose it, or otherwise find it not in their possession without actually giving it away. And it makes your breath minty fresh as well, which is nice.
I toss the finished Magnum – Sting-LiteTM​, aimbot, name carved on, armstrap – to Piono for his use. But now I have to do something with all the prototypes. Every time I messed up, I got a new Magnum from the shop and set the broken one aside. Now there's easily a hundred of these flawed guns sitting around, cluttering things up.
So I do the logical thing and load them all into a Magnum Gatling Gun, which shoots Magnums, and fire them at Verraad. The goal is not to hurt him per se but to keep him off balance long enough for someone else to step up.

Click to shrink...

After handing off the actually good weapon, the Godmodder, barely recovered from the lightning storm, is once again prevented from regaining his footing by a combination of Shadows and magnum bullets!

Verraad: STOP! JUST STOP! TIME-OUT! TIME-OUT!

Focused Action: Kill Verraad.

Verraad is one of the worst monsters of recent memory. Not quite as bad as a God of Torture we fought once (even if his appearance strongly resembles that bastard), but still a horrible monster.

He has committed acts of torture against thousands of individuals that attempted to oppose them. His prisons in the Shadow Realm, his afterlife-inside-an-afterlife, have drained the minds of individuals over a drawn-out, agonizing process. He could have easily left the prisoners unconscious for the entire process, but he decided to leave them in prisons, forcing them to keep themselves awake as long as possible to mitigate the drain, purely for his own kicks. And possibly to give his wardens entertainment, even though he would not need wardens if he had a proper harvesting system in place.

He has also waged a war against Earth that left it in an almost-apocalyptic state, the sort of state you'd expect out of a dystopian superhero novel. Even once he is stopped, cleanup will take years. Maybe the number of years can be reduced drastically if we maintain our player powers to fix things, but it will still take a while to fix every single problem.

However, Verraad made a key mistake. He gave us too many chances. He sent us to the hexagonafield for reasons that are still unclear to me, giving us the ability to wear him down from the inside while he battled the next wave on Earth. Then, he sent us to his Shadow Realm prison, expecting us to die. Or, more accurately, be tortured to death by enslaved overseers such as Cybil. But with our determination, we escaped, and fought through everything he put against us to try to stop us again.

And now, he pays for that. He pays for everything.

But first, I have a gift. One of the first gifts I ever gave, in fact. A psychic amplifier, capable of unlocking the latent psychic ability in any individual and allowing them to channel it to perform amazing feats. Now, normally, developing the ability to perform such amazing feats would requires years of training, but there's a curious loophole. When I mind-control someone, if they have an amplifier on them, I can use the amplifier to channel their psychic potential using my training. It's not fully effective due to a lack of soul development (in the same way that an athlete's mind in the body of a mall cop wouldn't be as effective because the mall cop's muscles aren't trained for the sport), but that's where player powers and raw determination will make up the difference.

Obviously, I'm not going to mind-control an ally. I disagree with Piono on some key issues (most notably, I want player powers to remain after the end of this war to let us work to ascend humanity), but it would drain both of our abilities in a key moment. So I merely give him access to all of my knowledge, and let him figure out how to harness the psychic amplifier for his own ends.

As a side note, we don't actually have a psychic amplifier on us at the moment. But, I can build one in about five seconds of work. So, I construct it, and hand it to Piono, as Annabelle shares her knowledge. Then, I create a factory that can automatically produce these independently. Maybe it will serve some use after this war is over.

Now that we've handed off the gift, it's time to take down Verraad.



Karpinsky's Magnum Gatling Gun is an overwhelming barrage, but one the Godmodder is currently capable of barely defending against. Let's change that.

Phase 1: Ballistic Alteration:

-snip-

Phase 2: Mental Overload

-snip-

Phase 3: Precognitive uplink

And, now that the Godmodder's busy defending against a potent mental attack, he won't be able to disrupt precognition as effectively. So, I initiate a mind-link with everyone on the field and start feeding them information on the exact actions the Godmodder's about to take, giving them the ability to work around whatever counters the Godmodder scrounges up and hit home with their attacks.

Now, the Godmodder's motion is predictable with precognition, and he won't be able to compose estoteric defenses as effectively with my assault on his mind. That should make him much more vulnerable to attack.

Click to shrink...

You emphatically refuse the Godmodder's Time-Out demand, and the Shadows temporarily gain physical bodies! One fist hits the Godmodder! Another! Another! The Shadows punch him so hard their own newly-acquired fists begin bleeding!

Verraad: SCREW ALL OF YOU!!!

The Heir rushes in from wherever something started to lag him out (This is my excuse for not posting, and I am sticking with it, because I have no better IC reason for college OOC.), or whatever was stopping him. "Heh, looks like it is time to finish this, huh? Yup, looks like it. Well, guess it is time to do this."
-snip-
He then pulls out his sword once more, and the green and purple sun energy begins to radiate from him. "Didn't think this went away, did you? I made it an inherent trait when that whole bit happened, not just some random 'this will go away' power up." His hoodie begins to shift, yellows and oranges, purples and greens, all forms of color combinations begin to swap randomly along it. A gust of wind shoots out behind him as he rushes towards Verraad once more.
As he rushes, Verraad suddenly finds any remaining mental defenses filled with another wave of mental force, as one half of the Heir's hoodie solidifies as a teal for a second. That turns out to be just a ploy, however, as he then finds a pillar of green and purple fire, coming up around him, and his actions moving incredibly sluggish, with the Heir's hoodies' other half turning a red hue. He then feels the wind around him begin to encapsulate him, likely making him struggle once more to escape this, as half of the Heir's hoodie turns light blue. Then, as he finds a way out of the wind vortex, he begins to feel slight bits of his energy seeming to be tugged by the shadows around him, as the other half of the Heir's hoodie turns a dark pink. The Heir then quickly changes one side of his hoodie a brown color, and the shadows seem to feel renewed vigor at this, putting them in an even better position to beat Verraad. They then suddenly find themselves in possession of green and purple crystalline weapons, as the Heir continues to work his magic. A darker red rushes onto one side of his hoodie, and a purple onto the other, with which the Shadows all suddenly rush at Verraad with a fire in their eyes. His hoodie then changes to a yellow and an orange, with which the shadows keep hitting the Verraad harder and harder. Then, everything seems to stop, as Verraad no longer feels any of the shadows hits. Then, he sees the Heir with one side of his hoodie a dark blue, and the other a black. The Heir spins his blade around him, and an army of clones of him all surround Verraad, which then all crash into him with all manner of force. This then ceases to be in a void, and the shadows and clones of the Heir continue beating him, and as this happens, he tries to shove away the whole lot of them, giving the Heir the moment he had been waiting for. As Verraad's hands stretch out, he suddenly feels two spires, one of green, and one of purple, suddenly stab through his wrists, holding them in place.
(End music)
With that little bit out of the way, he walks over to Piono, and hands him a purple and green crystal, with an indent shaped like two swords, one glowing, the other dormant. "A little gift, after our duel. Try to crush it, and the dragon of crystal I used during that battle will form around it. I think the odds are that you could use that."

Click to shrink...

Temporarily, you tap into not only the purple sun, but also the teal sun and the blue sun and the lime sun and the Plane of Suns, which contains one sun for every hexadecimal color code supported on this forum! Verraad's wrists are pierced - and they actually bleed!

.....Blackness....
.......
I could not see....

but i felt them.

All of my fellow players, rising up to do something against the godmodder.
I could feel the vestiges of one of my fellow player's power in me. Healing me.
I opened my eyes to see shadows upon shadows piling atop the godmodder.
Barely is he kept away from firing his gun.
They restrained his body, but left his face for all to see.
I look around to notice two more players are down.... permanently.
I turn back to to face the godmodder with anger and fury in my eyes. The Left eye turns a blazing blue, the other a scorching orange.

"....heh, this was a weird, and short time to meet. But I believe in you bro. Go on and beat that bastard down."
"Nyeheheheheheh, HUMAN, IT WAS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I WISH WE COULD CONTINUE TO CHAT OVER SOME NICE SPAGHETTI, BUT THAT CAN WAIT ANOTHER TIME. GO ON AND DEFEAT THAT NEFARIOUS VILLAIN."

With their support, I immediately call upon the greatest weapon that i could think of at the moment.

Focus: A bad time

A large, behemoth ghaster blaster appears above me. Much more sinister looking, it seems on the edge of being completely ravaged by time, but is still persisting. The large amount of power coming from it is so potent that its dripping liquid power from the corner of its mouth. A small packet of information enters my mind right there.

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❄⚐⚐ 🏱⚐🕈☜☼☞🕆☹.
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✌☞❄☜☼ 👍✌☼☜☞🕆☹ ⚐👌💧☜☼✞✌❄✋⚐☠📪 ❄☟✋💧 💣⚐👎☜☹ ☟✌💧 👌☜☜☠ 👎✋💧👍⚐☠❄✋☠🕆☜👎.

☠🕆💣👌☜☼💧 ⚐☞ ❄☜💧❄ ☞✋☼☜☹ 📂

I point at the godmodder, the blaster follows.
I cock my thumb back, the blaster opens its maws and charges.
I tense up my hand, the inside of the blaster begins to emit a keening sound
...
...
...I push my thumb forward. the blaster fires

Click to shrink...

DEADER DEADER YET DEADER The Godmodder is knocked off his feet, sent sailing!

"Hahaha... what did I tell you? You thought you had us, didn't you? Well, I'll spare you the reminder of what overconfidence does to you. Right now...

"Your time has come to die, John."

Action 1:
"If I have to live with this cursed meta, then so do you."

I snap my fingers, and the godmodder and I are transported to Piccadilly Circus. He finds himself lost in a labyrinth of buses and blown out storefronts, and soon loses the ability to tell which way is up. He gets pulled out of his confusion and into the land of the dead when I tap him the head exactly twice with a kitted out M4A1. He respawns in a barricaded subway entrance, spends four minutes fumbling about trying to get out, and then gets cracked through the skull by a sniper who only appears as a faint glimmer off in the horizon. He respawns again, and gets banished into the shadow realm when he trips a claymore. He respawns once more, and gets his brains blown out by a corner camper with a 725.

It's at this point that he realizes he's been spawning in the same place every single time. The spawns never rotate, even though me and my five identical clones have overrun his spawn point, and have him surrounded on all sides. He tries, but he never makes it out. He steps on claymores and proximity mines. He gets melted by M4A1s and 725s. He gets his throat slashed by karambits. He gets headbutted into oblivion. He gets punched to death, shot, stabbed, bludgeoned by riot shields, exploded by rocket launchers, and mercilessly curbstomped (both literally and figuratively).

Then we bring in the chopper gunners and juggernauts...

After a thorough round of thrashing, I snap my fingers again, and we end up at Euphrates Bridge. This time, I have nine clones on my side, and we're all hunkered down on the bridge. He watch him from every possible angle, picking him off with M4s and sniper rifles. He falls into more claymore traps, gets cross-mapped by throwing knives, and mercilessly obliterated by VTOL jets and AC-130s. He never breaks out of the spawntrap. His screams of helplessness echo all the way back to Piccadilly.

I snap my fingers once more, and we end up in Karst River Quarry. The godmodder is alone against me and 31 clones. All of us are in tanks perched on the ridge, taking potshots at him. He can't hide anywhere; there are too many of us. He gets killed through walls, floors, ceilings, and entire buildings. He gets so thoroughly annihilated that he forgets his own name for a few minutes. Once he gets his bearings, he finds we've dominated the battlefield and a tactical nuke is on the way.

Kaboom.

Action 2:
"You like that? Well, you're gonna love this. Feel the might of the Traveler!"

-snip-

Action 3:
Once the wind dies down, I walk over to the godmodder's broken body. I kneel down beside him.

"Y'know, you were never going to win, John. It's not a matter of strength, it's not a matter of intelligence, and it's not a matter of godhood. It didn't matter that our powers were fading, or that you overthrew God Himself, or that you had us on death's door. You know why you were never going to win?

"Because we're defending reality, and you're trying to destroy it. We're the heroes, and you're the villain. And justice will always prevail in the end. It doesn't matter what kind of impossible odds you put us up against. It doesn't matter how powerful you become, or how weak we become. We'll always find a way to stop you. Only fear and defeat what is right. And guess what?

"We're not afraid of you. We're not impressed by you. We never were, John.

"You've failed."

I plunge a knife into the godmodder's chest, and stomp it deeper. I draw another knife and slash his throat, then stab it into his head.

"That's for Ranger_Strider."

I take off my gloves and crack my knuckles. I grab him by the throat and give him a few firm punches to the jaw. I hardly use any player power; I want him to feel my anger. I punch him until I'm satisfied, but give him a quick kick to the head as I stand.

"That's for Strider626."

My hands start glowing bright blue. The glow gets brighter, yet brighter, until it engulfs my entire body. I let out an anime-style scream as I slam into the godmodder with the fury of a thousand suns, shaking the battlefield with a blinding explosion. Once the smoke clears, there's an enormous crater, with me and the godmodder's remains at the center.

"That's for everyone else who bled and died by your filthy hands."

To wrap things up, I curbstomp him for several minutes.

"That's just for my own satisfaction."

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder, several bones broken, and more bruised than ever, struggles to climb out of the crater, but the Shadows are once again upon him! The Godmodder very nearly voids his bowels as Paradoxdragonpaci steps up...

Verraad: I can't die, I can't lose, I can't lose, I CAN'T LO-

As the Godmodder is pulled to the ground, a shadow is cast onto him.It's Me.

I am ready.

"Let's begin"

I pull out the Envelope, and pull it out for everyone to see.

"EVERYONE IS HERE!!"

UNDERTALE

I summon the Undertale Fandom from the Greater Self!! A person bearing Papyrus's Scarf, san's Jacket, Asgore's Crown, Alphys's Glasses, Toriel's Dress and Undyne's eyepatch materialises beside me…unfortunately, I'm still unable to summon them in their Full Form due to still having...other activities occurring, but this should be good enough.

The Undertale Fandom nods at me before looking at the Undertale Fandom, they summon the ghostly versions of their Own Characters. Asgore, Toriel, sans, Papyrus, Frisk… even Gaster

But they don't stop there, they summon AUs of Undertale is drawn and summoned, a small army of sans. A legion of Papyrus and all the other characters form. Inktale, Underswap, Underfell, Finaltale…

With a glance, the first Assault on the Godmodder is held, well it's more like a few petty attacks, but the UT Fandom was never one for a Direct Attack.

I bring out my Ultimate Weapon, the Hammer of Imagination, a Pure White, Glowing Hammer, and a card is created, representing the UT Fandom, Glowing as Red as the most Determined of Souls and place it onto the Hammer, where it is absorbed.

As the Godmodder shakes off those Petty Attacks and realised that, no, you can't harm Ghosts, and try to rush me, the Hammer smacks him into the Face.

HOMESTUCK

With this Distraction, I call upon the Homestuck Fandom, and it's Corresponding Card. The Fandom appears in Spirograph, invoking the 12 Aspects, and is a Troll, as expected, they bear the 12-fold blood and the candy cane horns.

I send the Card flying to the Hammer, where it fuses with it as well.In a Burst of eye-searing colours, the Hammer invoked the Ritual of the 12 Aspects and manages to Overpower the Godmodder, sending him flying.

The HS Fandom summons forth their own Characters!! John, Rose, Dave, Jade, Jane, Dirk, Roxy, Jake, Karkat, Vriska, Terezi, Aradia, Tavros, Sollux, Equius, Nepeta, Eridan, Kanaya, Feferi, Gamzee, Calliope and somehow Caliborn enters the Fray!!

The UT Fandom synergises, creating the Understuck AU, sending them into the Fray.The HS Fandom synergises, bestowing God Tiers onto the rest of the Entities in the fray.

The Godmodder tries to snaps his fingers to destroy all the entities, but Aradia, Dave, and Caliborn and their Doomed Counterparts stop that with Temporal shenanigans.

-snip-

It's card enters the Hammer, and the power of All Judgements flow through its Liquid Starlight Veins.

The Nethack Fandom arrives in its Silent Glory, a Founder of an Archetype of Rougelikes. They come equipped for direct battle (or as direct a Nethacker would ever deign to) and promptly bombard the Godmodder with a multitude of potions, scrolls, magic, and weapons while reflecting, blocking, or otherwise letting their Dragon Scale Armour and high stats block incoming attacks. The Godmodder, reeling from the bombard of attacks and still being hit by the Hammer, summons a Octillion Liches to bodyguard him… but the Nethack Fandom takes out a certain Scroll, and in a bright flare,all the Liches are gone.

The Godmodder takes the brief second of recovery to Flashstep towards me, in the centre of this chaotic maelstrom, but the Nethack Card enters the Hammer and it teleports the Godmodder right into firing range of the next Fandom.



The Plants vs Zombie Fandom… do they count as a zombie or a plant?? I'm pretty sure there was a mini game revolving about zombies with plant heads. Either way, they fire a rapid volley of peas, spores (I Guess they are part Fungi too), explosions and a few more things that are lost in the barrage. The Godmodder is at once accosted with a flurry of blows and engages Samurai Techniques to block all of them. However, when he opens his eyes, the Fandom has disappeared, and the entire Battlefield has instead been covered with a checkerboard made of grass… a Strong Sunlight suddenly falls, and in a patch of lawn… a Sunflower takes root, and a Zombie rises from a tombstone… seems like the Fandom has turned into the very Battlefield itself.

The Hammer comes back to me, and I call out for an assault, as I turn the Hammer into a Rapier briefly and engage in 5th Dimensional Speed Trickery, managing to pierce the Godmodder with my Rapier Thrusts (though still not doing enough) before I hit him, resulting in my Rapier being guaranteed to hit him to pierce him. Dave and Dirk flashstep,freeze and otherwise CUT at the Godmodder while John and some Clovers blow some more Insects, Projectiles, and Karma-Drenched Bones at the Godmodder… the PvZ cards land into the Hammer and it glows with solar fury even as a storm appears on the Horizon.

The Infinity Train Fandom arrives, newly birthed and still quite weak, it shall not personally do much, but it's characters in the other hand… The Infinity Train takes the role of Truck-Kun and in an uncharacteristic moment for the Conductor, rams the Godmodder straight into the train. It then leaves for the Dimension it usually resides in, the Godmodder finds himself having to transverse multiple Cars, all made of the same indestructible material with a theme, his number approaches TREE(3), and his entire body is filled with Planck-sized Numbers… making his entire body glow. After an Eternity of Unrepentance, he finally makes it to the Engine, where he is bombarded with Conceptual Guns of Truth and Love before being violently Ejected back into The Battlefield for the Zombie/Plant/God-Tiers/sans/Judgements(oh hey the Fallen London Player finally Ascended and then dominated them)/Pony Army to converge onto him.

The Infinity Train Card infuses the Hammer with another degree of Conceptuality… Now its strokes are really beginning to hurt the Godmodder.

A small break is agreed between the Fandoms to which i agree, the Characters take a step back as I summon a few mes from within the Greater Self. First of all, the archetypal Red Mage, Paul, who focuses mainly on Healing, but can take a few punches and deal back some. Secondly, Wansot, the Troll who had broken Alchemy over his Knee and transcended the usual boundaries of the session, causing it to be finished within a week afterwards. Lastly, we have the Observer of Realities, a direct tiny part of Greater Me. In an instant, Paul is up high in the sky raining down Illusions, Elementals, Buffs, and Debuffs before firing off his Signature Elemental Missiles. Wansot have thrown thousands of Aspect-Suns-in-a-Jar at the Godmodder and is preparing the Book of TRI to make a Weapon that will lead to the defeat of the Godmodder, and the Observer of Realities has decided to perform a Touhou Bullet hell sequence with increasingly intricate Mathematical Bullet Sequences as well as clone himself 4 times. Observer #2 is currently using some Subtle Knives to attempt to draw some blood via Dimension-Puncturing. Observer #3 is summoning the Illuminati and failing, thus summoning a few fake Gods, a Cthulhu and some Tonberries… oh they have joined the Sans army and are using their OHKO Knives on him… Observer #4 is cleaning up the other Observers' mess. Observer #5 is just happy to be here you know. The Godmodder attempts to attack Observer #5 but the Observer immediately serves him Armageddon-R dealing 99999 damage to his Psyche.

The Break is over, and the Fandoms return while my alternates dissolve back to the Greater Self.


The Legend of Zelda Fandom leads the charge, yelling a fierce Battlecry as it and all Links charge to face the Godmodder, Light Arrows piercing him, Master Swords slashing at him, even Magic being utilised by a few Links. The LoZ Fandom then hangs back, and summons Ganodorfs, some of which transform into Ganons… before Demise pops up and 1V1s the Godmodder for a brief minute or so. The Zeldas pray as Goddess Hylia Herself Descends, and a miracle is brought forth. The Triforce has been assembled, and in the possession of the Fandom, will recharge and grant some True Wishes every so often.

The Fandom's Card enters the Hammer, and now it gains the ability to annoy the Godmodder via it's newly gained telepathic voice as well as fly more sustainably.

The next Fandom arrives and tosses Red and Green People at the Godmodder at which the Godmodder is treated to 4x9999 combo jumps before the hammer is smacked into him. It's a them, the Mario and Luigi Fandom. With a Copy Flower, thousands of copies are formed, and each quad of Marios and Luigis use their own Bro Moves, leading to an escalating offensive blast.

The Fandom shimmers… and another Mario Fandom arrives, the Paper Mario Fandom brings Paper Mario into the fold and with the power of Stars,Hearts, and Stickers as well as the duplication Machine, he engages in Trio Attacks as well as walloping the Godmodder with his many, many selves.

The Godmodder splits into a million pieces but with the sheer Cascade of Characters as well as the occasional Mini-Scratches, Retcons and SAVEs, all of them are forcibly damaged and the Godmodder rejoins to 1.


The Pokemon Fandom arrives from the Depths of Greater Me, and it throws out all the Legendaries as well as some kind-of-busted Pokemon… Shedninja immediately joins the Sans brigade. The Legendary Pokemon Master Ash Ketchum and all his friends come forth, Ash's Pikachu receives a great surge of Power as his Power Level scales to how close it is to the Ending and the Strength of the Foe. With some Inspiration from an alternate Self, United under the Banner of a Realisation of One, he forms 3 rings of Lightning and uses the Special Move: "VOLT CRASH!!" frying out the Godmodder Bots that the Godmodder replaces himself with. Time, Space, and Dimensions are rigid. With Time blocked 5 times over, the Godmodder can no longer abuse it. In a reversal, Ash leads the Pokemon as he's the one they trust the most and has a Protagonist Shenanigans certificate for his capabilities with Legendaries.

The cards for the Mario Games and Pokemon, enter the Fandom, it gets a Twin equal to it, and a Godly Aura surrounds them both as they smack the Godmodder.



The Cardfight Vanguard Fandom arrives, bearing the best deck in the Meta. They quickly toss their Card to the Hammer, causing it summon more cards rapidly, as the cards fall onto the ground, an Army is Sprung as all combatants of a distant Planet arrive… A vast war is fought between the Godmodder and the Characters but eventually, he has to concede that he can't use normal means to beat this and is forced to unleash another Mass Attack to briefly stop the advance and buy him some Time…

Time enough for the first reaches of the Storm to arrive, starting with a Light Drizzle as the Mother Fandom descends slowly in a corona of Gentle Light as they play the 16 melodies… the Godmodder can feel his Will being sapped… let this hateful mission go…

…


...But unfortunately, he has come too far, and can't stop now. He slashes at the Fandom and it explodes bearing the last notes as it turns into Sunflower petals before reforming, now with all of the characters at its side.

Ninten heals and supports. Loyd performs a Weapons run. Ana invokes the Elements and Teddy closes in with a sharp blade. Ness performs PSI Rocking before adding Ninten in Healing. Paula sends even more Flames and Ice and prays. Jeff unleashes his greatest Item, the Multi-Bottle Rocket and all of them hit the Godmodder!! Poo faces the Godmodder and performs PSI STARSTORM.

Claus and Lucas perform PSI LOVE… and awake the Dark Dragon who attacks the Godmodder in in its unthinkable ways

The Mother Card enters the Hammer, and a brilliant light shines forth from it.

As the Drizzle intensifies slightly, a sudden burst of Light arrives, it's the Naruto Fandom, and by their side is the titular character, Sasuke, and Sakura. With a few nods, they proceed to obliterate the Godmodder with 5000 various tricks, attacks, and Jutsus. Let's just say they finished it off with Sakura punching the Godmodding into the Face followed by Naruto and Sasuke performing the Six Paths — Chibaku Tensei Seal, sealing the Godmodder inside a Moon, where his Power is being drained… He gets out but not without a significant portion of his Power lost.

The Hammer takes advantage of this and wallops him, aided by the Naruto Card entering it and granting the greatest usage of chakra. More than 50% of its previously white surface has been coloured in now.

The Godmodder readies a weapon against the characters, but a burst of Red Light Disarms him!! The Harry Potter Fandom has arrived with their Wand, a fusion of all wand woods and cores slightly smoking from where it cast an Overpowered Disarming Charm.

The forces of Magic collide with the Godmodder in blasts of Light streaming from wands, though none used the Unforgiveables, they do manage to support the other characters with suppressing fire and other ways for their curses and jinxes to hurt whatever ways the Godmodder is using. The Death Eaters, of course, are using the Unforgiveables at every opportunity, though they are also given a wide berth by everyone else.

The Harry Potter Card enters the Hammer, bringing the Magic that brings both Wonder and Ruin into it.


The Hammer hits the ground and a large spire rises, atop this Spire, the Slay the Spire Fandom resides inside with a Deck of Cards and a Large Grin. The Ironclad, the Silent, the Defect and the Watcher climb ever upwards, all the while, attacking the Godmodder with their Weapons. They enter their respective forms, and proceed to defeat the Heart of the Spire, escaping as they cause Mass Destruction which damages the Godmodder inside the Spire, slowed heavily by the Fandom. The Variouses Bosses of the Spire spill out, and they also inflict their own Status Ailments onto the Godmodder, forcing him to be more careful in how he acts or else these Bindings will suffocate him.

The Card enters the Hammer, and the Hammer becomes one with the Heart of the Cards, allowing all Card Players to draw the best card at the right time.

The storm intensifies and Lightning now strikes the Battleground as the rain becomes heavy.

The Celeste Fandom speedruns the spire to land onto the Godmodder and Dashing straight into him. They then respawn further away where Madeline is. The Terrain shifts, and the grassy terrain metamorphoses into a Mountainous Obstacle Course. Madeline and the Godmodder race to find the Perfect Strawberry at the Heart of it and Madeline, of course, gets it first, absorbing it into herself for the fabled Triple Dash, she then confronts the Godmodder in an epic battle of dashing into him rapidly. Afterwards, she gives it up to grant double dash to everyone else.

The Players of the Game step forth, and with precise inputs and speedy tactics continue to ambush the Godmodder's every steps. Locking him further into the Path ordained by the Undertale Fandom and their Characters as well as the Skaia Ball held by the Homestuck Fandom.

The Hammer takes in the Celeste Card and it now reaches FTL+++ territory, dashing so fast it's effects are retroactive and it hits the Godmodder before it actually starts striking him, preventing the Godmodder from being able to defend against the Assault.

The storm rains on… and the Godmodder remains firm...

The Eleventh Hour is here… the World- All Worlds, stands on the precipice of Destruction… At Another Place, far from this War…

The OneShot Fandom anxiously sits by.. .although their power is great, they are not really the kind suited for battle… Niko and the Residents of the Computer World as well as the AI sustaining it are waiting for… something, but nobody knows what it is. There is an Urgency here, but nowhere to channel it.

The Night in the Woods Fandom arrives, bringing forth an Idea, even if they cannot do anything much, they can still assist the Battle from here by assisting Paradox manipulate the Tropes as is their Nature, as well as call for further Help… The OneShot Fandom Agrees.

With their Power, the OneShot Fandom asks you, Moniker, Arbiter of this Battle, for one last push… y/n??

With their Power, the NiTW Fandom invokes the 3 Deities who are and beseech them to find others to Aid the Battle… asking Reality itself for Aid...

While Calls for Help are sent to Reality and the Arbiter. The SU Fandom appears in the Battlefield, with the Power of Song on their side.

With the aid of all Gems, and a Series Finale on their side, they rush the Godmodder with White controlling some of the Godmodder's Minions, Blue Diamond stopping an emotional Bomb on them, Yellow Diamond Destroying most of them with her Powers, and Pink Diamond… healing those who need it. Steven fuses with literally everyone after an intense heart-to-Heart session and the new fusion, big enough to move a mountain in one hand, form the Multitool… and proceeds to destroy the Godmodder with all possible weapons and powers and combinations thereafter of them.

They hand me the Multitool before de-fusing as the Steven Universe Card enters the Hammer, granting it the ability to Change, and evolve… becoming stronger and more resilient to all future attacks as the Godmodder's fist shatters as he tries to strike the Hammer.

The Multitool manipulates Reality, allowing me to counter the Godmodder's Godmodding, defusing even more of his ability.

From the Ruins of the Spire, a 200 story Tower forms as the Storm approaches the Peak of its Power, suddenly, all colours become tainted a yellowish-Green as the Dark Hour appears. A Moon approaches…

Makoto Yuki and the rest of S.E.E.S perform an Ascend as they dance with Death, defeating the Full-Moon Shadows that seem to be more powerful, possibly because the Godmodder has accidentally given them a power boost due to his power coming from Shadows… but that connection means that when they beat the Shadows, his powers also Dwindle…

-snip-

The Tower crumbles… but a Thick Fog soon leaks into the Battlefield, obscuring the Godmodder from sight. He grins… empowering Izanami-no-Okami… yet, in the Battlefield, The Investigation Team arrives, Yu Narukami and his team set out to investigate the Midnight Channel and the TV world behind the screen. After facing numerous Trials and Tribulations, they confront the True Killer as well as defeat one of the 3 pieces of the True God… Ameno-sagiri. The Godmodder winces as some of his Power is again lost… Marie goes missing but the Investigation Team finds her again in the Hollow Forest, transformed into Kusumi-no-Okami who will absorb the Fog and kill herself… but they stop her from doing so, reasoning that there must be a better way.

On the Last Day, Yu Narukami finds and confronts Izanami-no-Okami, who falsely believed Humanity's True Wishes are of Emptiness, although he and his friends are felled by her in her True Form after he used the Orb of Sight to see clearly and she used her Thousands Curses to drag everyone to their Deaths. His Bonds with everyone empowered him, transforming Izangai into Izanagi-no-Okami with the Power of the Myriad Truths, the Word of Power that banishes all the World's Curses and Falsehoods, and with a shattering Light, Izanami-no-Okami is destroyed.

All 3 pieces of the True God are reassembled, Izanami-no-Mikoto is reformed under the surging personality, Marie's. She takes revenge against the Godmodder by using her powers to grant The People's Wishes and to protect them by sealing away even more of the Godmodder's Power.

The Fog dissipates, but another event still occurs, Mementos appears… the Godmodder once again boosts Yaldabaoth, the Demiurge, God of Control.

And once again, an intrepid team of meddling kids rebel against this. Donning the masks of the Phantom Thieves of the Heart. They steal the Cardinal Sins of their Target's Distorted Desires through stealing their distorted object which is the focus of their Desire.

Changing those whose power and status would have prevented Society from going after them due to the shared Desire for Social Harmony, a Virtue… but distorted to an Extreme. They take care of each and every sin except for Sloth…

The Demiurge reveals himself, at the peak of his power, he not only represents the Sloth of the Masses who wish to have somebody else make their decisions for them, and their Despair and Apathy to making a difference, he represents all other Cardinal Sins…

He exiles the Phantoms Thieves from regular reality, before using his God-like powers to convince everyone they don't exist, causing them to suffer greatly in the Metaverse, which is ruled by the Perception of people as they are viewed as [[NOTHING]]...

But, those who have formed the deepest of bonds with the Phantom Thieves, especially Joker, cannot forget him, and they remind everyone else who they are and what they are doing, turning everyone to their cause and granting them great Power… this Power, focused to Joker, grants him the ability to Evolve Arsene into Satanael, the Rebel Archangel!!

He casts Sinful Shell, a Bullet from a Gun that invokes the Cardinal Sins to destroy Yaldabaoth. With this death, even more of the Godmodder's Power is sealed away and lost… as Satanael gazed over and shoots a bullet into him too before disappearing…

The Persona Series Fandom arises from the Sea of Souls, they fix the Godmodder and call forth the last character, Philemon, embodiment of Humanity's Goodness and he casts Armageddon-R and utterly obliterates the Godmodder some more.

The cards of the Persona Fandoms enter the Hammer, it's now nearly fully coloured and it's Strikes the Godmodder's very Soul with each swing…


The Peak of the Storm is upon us…

The Last two Fandoms exits, the Terraria Fandom, with the Calamity Mod installed, and the Minecraft Fandom, twin Fandoms of Creation.I nod at the Terraria Fandom, and they begin a play though of Calamity. Through numerous bosses and uncountable trials, they grow stronger with Armour and Weapons as they confront the Devourer of Gods and Providence, the Profaned Goddess before finishing it off with The Jungle Dragon, Yharon. The battles shake the very Battlefield, and they all happen to have the Godmodder become the one in between the 2 Opposing Forces, dealing even more punches to him as his power continues diminishing trying to stop it.

The Minecraft Fandom, modded to the Gills, fights through all the Bosses the Game and the Mods gave to offer, growing stronger which each defeated, as more materials become available and their Redstone Contraptions and Modded Industry really takes off, complementing the Magic Moss and turning the Fandom into a near indestructible God, and in a single tick, they fire all the Infinite Arrows from all the Bows enchanted with Infinity, they strike the Godmodder a Billion times with their swords, Wanda,axes and other weaponry.

//skip to 6.00 if you're not there already

Then, Supreme Calamitias appears, a witch of great and terrible Power, who descends with her revived brothers, Supreme Catastrophe and Supreme Cataclysm.

Then, the Ender Dragon appears, a Dragon of Dark and Awesome Power, who descends with his crowd of servants, the Endermen, and all their variants from the Mods.

The Fight is rejoined as both sides clash against each other!! The Godmodder is tossed to one side and smacked around by two beings whose power has transcended even that of the The Gods. The End has come!!

Supreme Calmaitas inflicts the Soul-Eating Abyssal Flames, the Vulnerability Hexes and Horror upon the Godmodder which a quick tap with the Multitool and the Hammer renders permanent while he tries to survive against the forces.

The Ender Dragon inflicts his Damaging Breath Weapon, and while his Crystals are up, can't be killed. He takes in the Essence of the Chaos Dragons and unleash Air,Fire,Earth,Water,Lightning,Wood,Ice,Magma etc onto the Godmodder.

At the end of the Fight, the Fandom and Supreme Calmaitas nod at each other before abandoning their duel to pummel the Godmodder into ashes. As they do so, the second-last card of the Terraria Fandom enters the Hammer, and it enters the fray, the Godmodder suffers… until he finally has enough of this Long Attack and banishes all the characters permanently…

However, the Hammer and the Multitool still exists… but the Fandoms are dead… or are they ??

The Minecraft Fandom has jumped into the End Portal that appears after defeating the Ender Dragon milliseconds before the Godmodder unleashed his Attack, and in that strange place and time between portals…the Architects speak to him…even as, on the Battlefield, I echo them.

"Stories held in the mind, can never be tarnished by the likes of you. They are imperishable, and as Long as they live on, their Fandoms will never quite die…"

As the Minecraft Fandom exits, they grant me their Card, the Final Card, but also the First, for it's the First Block.The card enters the Hammer, and 100% of its surface is now covered in colours. Then the Minecraft Fandom collapses onto the ground, it's Link to my Greater self severed by the Godmodder.At least for now.

I raise my Hand as the Hammer of Imagination invokes the Final Spell invoking all Fandoms, their bodies rise and their eyes snap open with a blazing light. Their bodies being dissolving into notes of Light that coalesce into a Ball in my hand. Fragments of all their Songs echo forth from this Ball and even more Songs go into it, expanding its size till it's bigger than the Godmodder's Head.

I survey the Battlefield…"Final Summon: The DTG Fandom itself"

From everyone here, a single mote of light comes forth, forming a Fandom. Echoes of Comb Raves in the Past that never was and Games yet to be played, have not been played, will not be played, and had been played come forth into one being.

The DTG Fandoms utter a word.

The Godmodder flinches in horror and is sent to their Knees.

-snip-

The DTG Fandom looks at me and Ascends to my greater self as its body dissolves into the same notes of Light to dissolve into my Music Ball.

The Music Ball becomes even bigger…

"This is for you, Piono!! Take this Power;The Power of Stories and of both Narrative and Conflict; all Plot and the Theory; The Untarnishable Stories that is woven into our Own!! Take this, and DESTROY!! THE!! GODMODDER!!"

I toss the Music Ball to Piono.


As the storm washes away...a faint Ray of Light descends onto the Godmodder.

Click to shrink...

Forced to open all your youtube links at once, all the songs play over each other and assault the Godmodder's ears on top of everything else!

Thousands and thousands of humans are summoned onto the field, imbued with temporary invincibility plus video game abilities by your overwhelming Player Power! Together, the Godmodder is destroyed a hundred different ways, and his spine shatters as Unwavering Heart sends him slamming into the ground once again. The Godmodder tries to force his wounded limbs to get himself upright to resist, but the Shadows reach the bottom of the crater before he manages it!

Verraad: Haha... It can't possibly get... any... worse...

Fran steps up.

Well, this is it.

This is the final frontier. The final countdown. One more update, and the world shall be rid of unfathomable evil. A bit overwhelming, is it not?
To those of you who know that it is actually underwhelming as shit, since multiple other realities plagued by other monstrosities exist, do kindly shut up and let me make this dramatic speech.
Indeed. You should all be proud of yourselves for coming this far. Through thick, thin, and everything betwixt. Through challenges both worldly and metaworldly. Over the seven plains, mountains and seas, over roads, chasms, sometimes railroads…

There isn't much left to add onto that. The twin lies of justice and morality have been cleared, and all the truths of the world released for all to see.

...except…

...there still exists one final truth to be told. An objective truth, one you won't have to believe the writer for it to hold, well, true.

The Red Truth about Verraad, also known as the Truth about John Smith.

Let us begin, shall we?

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THE TRUTH ABOUT JOHN SMITH

He is a cunt.

---

There. No multi-chapter nonsense, no immense gratification and grandifying, no nothing. Because that's all he really is, after everything he's done, after everything everyone's learned of him. A boorish and boring little man, only missing Alpha's attention whore complex.

And so, because nobody should suffer having to see and hear more of him, how about we switch our attention to realities far more interesting?

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MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE...

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A millenium old Witch stands in front of another, awaiting her punishment.

It was all going so well. Just a fight against the herald of some Godmodder Empress. She had just managed to harm him by riding a dragon directly into him, and was about to do it for a second time by having him eaten alive by the Goat Nobility. All was well. All was well, until the bastard grew giant, breaking through the walls of the room and sodding off to continue the battle. That in itself was not too bad- she could simply try again and again to destroy him- if not for the fact that the room was rented to her by Lady Lᴀᴍʙᴅᴀᴅᴇʟᴛᴀ.

And so, the Witch of Strife now stood before the Witch of Certainty, knowing she would not be let off easy for having her favourite playground be destroyed.
After a few more moments of menacingly pacing left and right, Lᴀᴍʙᴅᴀ came to a stop. She approached Fʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀᴄᴏʀᴛᴀ, lifting her chin with a hand, moving it slightly to caress her cheek...
...before slapping her with the force of [34] units of a measure known only to the timeless, sending her flying.

The sound barrier is broken within the first picosecond of the flight, the reality barrier after the seventh.


MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE...

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"Man it's good to be a god," thought literally nobody in the Court of Depths.

The corpses of the once-gods of Astesklana could not think it. They could not think anything. They were dead. No afterlife for them, given they were too lazy to create one for even mortals. That was, in fact, what actually lead to their death. Their laziness. Their laziness, which bordered on cruelty enough so that it was perceived as only such. And what does cruelty inspire?
Rebellions, of course.

The two infamous human rebels within the Court, which were in that moment default dancing over the dead body of Mátágáe, the Mother of All Devotions, could not think it. They were not gods. They wished not to be gods. They wished only for their tyranny to end. To that end they took up the blade. Or rather, the Blade, the Blade of Thóri, King of Círce and Mátágáe's father. He who resisted Dáinbarih and her Voice of Heaven, he who slaughtered the First Generation of gods, he who with his own hands created the statue Hír to hold the flame with which he killed them. All of that, only for his daughter to become the first goddess of the Second Generation and consume him in his sleep. But his effort was not in vain, for his blade was just now used to end her life. Throughout their insulting dance, the rebels chanted Círce's anthem, paying one final respect to him. He deserved it. After all, it's likely that their own glory after this heretical deicide would surpass his own. Their names would be known to all of mankind.
Their names, Tempest and Fatima.

The Abyssal Demiurge bearing the names of Eᴠʀᴀʜᴀᴊᴀᴍᴇᴊ, Eᴠʀᴀʜᴀɪ Jᴀᴍᴇsʜ, Aᴋʀᴇᴍsᴛᴀsʜᴀ-Yɪᴘᴘᴀ-Dɪᴘ'ᴅɪᴘ, Eʟ, Eʟ Sᴏᴍʙʀᴇʀᴏ and Aᴅᴏɴᴀɪ could not think it. In this very moment, He wished He were absolutely anything other than a god, for He was about to get painfully killed thanks to being one. Not just that, not just a god- He was the only survivor of the First Generation and the forefather of the Second, through converting Mátágáe into a goddess via a Faustian deal. And now, He would become nothing, just like His brethren all those centuries ago. No Third Generation would succeed Him.

A minute after, the rebels finished with their hateful dancing, and took a few steps towards the Demiurge. They stared him into all seven of His forever unblinking eyes, which along with His double mouth were arranged in the shape of the Rune of Loss. Those eyes now clearly showed an emotion He had never before experienced.

Fear.

And then, in that crucial moment...
...Fʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀᴄᴏʀᴛᴀ breached that reality's barrier, slamming into Him and killing Him instantly. This did not stop her flight, and soon after, she tore another hole in the barrier, entering some other world.

The two lovers and the leaders of the rebellion swore, before following after her through the hole, the first of many in the chase.


MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE...

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"There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon tincture of senna;
When that did not agree
He took camomile tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna."
— Edward Lear

It is unknown if the most respected Mr Lear ever took a trip to the capital of the Dual Monarchy and saw him there, but whatever the case might be, he was pretty close to the mark when describing the infamous old man. However, there are a few details in the poem that are wrong:

1: The Old Man did not live on senna extract. He wasn't even constipated, or susceptible to the weaknesses of the human body.
2: The Old Man much preferred coffee. When he did not agree with you, he would start pouring cream into it until you begged him to stop ruining the wonderful beverage.
3: The Old Man was not merely nasty. To call that fierce old thing in the dark "nasty" would be quite the understatement.

There are also a few important things to know that Ed neglected to mention:

1: The Old Man, despite his near-white hair, did not actually look all too old. He definitely wouldn't have scored with the tall, dark and handsome man sitting across the table if he were- for all his relative niceness, Sol was rather vain.
2: The Old Man was the most notorious spymaster of the Game and the one running it in all but name. Some say that, if its name were to be taken literally, he would be both kings on the board. This is naturally false: he was no single piece, no number of pieces even, but the one moving them.
3: The Old Man was a star. A literal star, whose brilliant body shone far, far away. The man was just a mortal avatar he constructed for himself to more easily gather information.


The Solitary Scientist scientist sighed for what must've been the fiftieth time that afternoon. It might as well have been the only noise he was capable of making. The Old Man's blithering continued, entirely unaffected by his listener's state.

"You have endured for long, my dear, far too long. But you must consider the possibility whose existence you keep ignoring. You can't just remain in denial- the fool might never find what it's looking for, never return. And, well, the silence itself is rather telling, is it not? However, I must- waiter! Another cup!"

As soon as those last words left him, a hunched figure wrapped in a cloak and bearing the name tag "Mr Cups" approached them, aggravatedly throwing an empty cup at the table. It bounced off, slamming into the wall and shattering into an unspeakable number of pieces. Sol didn't so much as widen his eyes, the Old Man simply glared, and the waiter just wheezed out an "I don't get paid nearly enough for this shit."

It was now the Old Man's turn to sigh. His plan would've already been executed so long ago, if not for Sol's sheer denial. No, "determination" was not enough to describe it anymore. He foolishly held onto that single possibility that she might reciprocate, and no matter how deep he submerged into despair, he still wouldn't die from it like he was supposed to.

But this was the day. This was the day when everything would fall into its place, when-
BONK
-aaaaaand Sol is dead, fuck.

-snip-

Click to shrink...

Forget the unblockable climax damage! Did you just call Verraad a... a... a...

Verraad immediately expounds on this! How DARE you? He lists ten reasons why he isn't a cunt, only to realize all ten of those reasons are just descriptions describing a cunt, which is the truth about what he is! NO! NO!

OOC: NOT PART OF THE CHAIN. YES, I MAINTAIN MY NEUTRALITY EVEN NOW!

"Adorable, simply adorable. The almighty Administrator of Reality...thwarted by an attack redirector with the benefits of stealth. The being who is destined to win and whose might is akin to windshield wipers to bugs...had his efforts towards a Player beaten by a creation of an entity."

Oh, it's getting painful to hold in all this laughter. I can feel my skin churn as the laughter seeks an orifice it can escape from. I'll need to finish my words before the laughter escalates to the point it creates its own opening.

"I mean, be honest. If one Player escapes harm and the rest get themselves back in action with minimal loss...your victory remains uncertain. In fact, your victory is even less certain than back during the HEXAGONAFIELD. Then you had the excuse for secret plans and comparatively limited power. Those times you let a Player get you to buff their entity or when a Player's screw up still has you to waste both your entities' and personal actions against that one Player's resources or when time you wasted an action meant for a charge because of a free action."

Images flash and twist before the Godmodder, the experiences on full display from hundreds of perspectives to burn those past actions into the Godmodder's short-term memory.

"Oh, wait. Those were all just me, weren't they? Some Filthy Neutral who spent their time failing at army building and who seemingly has spent their entire existence as a Player pointlessly dedicated to the Neutral path, to the point they haven't even directly attacked the Godmodder. If I can cause you problems and defy your efforts, what hope do you have to best the AGers?"

Dramatic echo, check. Dramatic flair, check. Black fedora, check.

"I know for certain that I can't hold a candle to the AGers. They outnumber, outskill, outpower, outknow and outthink me. The gulf is a never-ending chasm, a gap so mind boggling great that even the idea of trying to traverse it is impossible."

"You will lose, Godmodder. You're so hopeless before them that, well, I've never needed to attack you and I never will. You are doomed, not even worthy of an attack from me."

Oh, great. The laughter just almost escaped, gathering into a great bubble that only was stopped by the use of my attack shield. I'm out of time for taunts and mocking.

"Time to sit back and watch the show, I guess." I take a seat in freshly conjured reclining chair and reach for the full cup holder. "Because you're so screwed."

And then, I charge.

After popping a hole in my side of course. Gotta let the laughter out before it makes its own hole. (x2)

"Ah, excellent." I say between sips of that glorious alcohol I collected back when the Peacekeepers were still around. "My redundancy."

I set up an auto-burn mode for the Ore, linking its effects to me and letting it start burning if I suddenly lose Player power or I reach a near state. An emergency back-up for any risks inherent to the death of the Godmodder. The auto-burn mode will only activate in those circumstances or with my mental promoting, otherwise it sits inert on the Ore of Orichalcum. (x1)

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder stares at you with dull, lifeless eyes as you break out your 1,256-slide presentation on how he's destined to fail. Also, you charge and set up an emergency emergency backup for eventualities that won't happen, and if they did, your backup probably wouldn't even help. NEUTRALITY WINS AGAIN.

...........Huh?

ALL A.I'S REACTIVATED.

I'm...... Ok! I'm Alright!

Wow.... Guess that worked!

.............Guys?

................Hello?

They choose not to speak.

What? Why?

Because they are busy with their attacks.

Shadrix teleports down next to me along with Kirby.

This is the moment kiddo! This is the moment we have all been waiting for! Its time for you to show him what you are made of!

As soon as Shadrix says that, I start to feel good... Like really good!

I have activated special permission which will allow you to show him your true potential! I always wanted to see this happen! Now... ATTACK!

Shadrix points his index finger right at the godmodder. I look at him and all of my traits activate at the same time!

I spawn many boxing gloves which all glow from power. All of the boxing gloves rush towards the Godmodder and land many direct hits. I then summon a Giant boxing glove and smack it right on top of him, causing an earthquake to spawn.

I rush towards the Godmodder and pulled out many guns from different franchises. I pulled out all the halo guns and fired until they ran empty. then I fired all the guns from the Ratchet and Clank series. Finally, I ended with Firing 30 BFG's from the Doom Series, causing an explosion of massive proportions.

I threw the Godmodder into a firey pot that has a temp of 40000 Degrees Faranhite. Inside the pot, there are many dangerous poisons that take effect right on contact. After being in there for about 30 seconds, The pot explodes in fireworks.

I summon many vines that hold the Godmodder in place. If he moves, he gets hurt. I then start slashing at him with many knives. They don't do much, but with the combination of him moving and my knives, it still hurts. After the slashing, The vines then stab directly into the Godmodder and explode.

I Start making the place rain. The rain then makes the Godmodder Heavier and heavier. He gets so heavy that he kneels. After that, a bunch of bugs swarm him and start eating away at him. After about 3 minutes of this, He is freed from the bug's grasp.

I open a book and start reading random words. The words spring to life and start attacking the Godmodder. many words like "punch" and "stab" and "destroy" are attacking. after a while of this, I read one last word which is, "Death". And the word explodes right on the Godmodder.

I grow a devilish smirk as I spawn in 2 very sharp knives. They glow with intensity and power. I dash at the Godmodder and start slashing at him. However, I don't really hit him. I just slash right in front of him. The Godmodder looks at me with a confused look on his face. After a while, I stop and turn around. I then sheath my knives and snap my finger. The Godmodder then feels the intense pain of a million of slashes and piercings. Then, I scream out and summon a bigger knife. The knife explodes into many knives and starts raining down upon him. After all of that, I gave off another smile.

After all of my traits attack, I start to feel funny. I then see that my chest is opening up, revealing a massive hole. with wires are tubes on the side of it. The tubes start glowing the different trait colors and start powering something up

3 MINUTES LEFT, BEFORE FIRING THE OMEGA CANNON!

Shadrix looks at Kirby and smiles.

Alright, its time! Kirby! you go and attack and I will call for help!

Aye sir!

Kirby then stands face to face with the Godmodder. Kirby transforms into Sword Kirby and starts slashing the crap out of him. he moves faster and swings harder than any other Kirby in the entire multiverse. He then shifts into Fire Kirby and breaths fire hotter than the Big Bang. Then Shifts into Smash Kirby and beats the overloving crap out of him before using his Final Smash. He then shifts into Hammer Kirby and starts pounding him to dust. Then, he turns into Crash Kirby and explodes with the force of a supernova. Lastly, he becomes Supernova Kirby and looks at a nearby star and sucks it up. Then, he fires the sun at the Godmodder, exploding in the process.

After all of that, Kirby catches his breath. He looks to see Shadrix coming back.

1 MINUTES LEFT, BEFORE FIRING THE OMEGA CANNON!

-snip-

All the ships fire their cannons, raining down bullets and bombs and lasers right at the Godmodder. He gets pelted with an endless bombardment of weaponry as the Godmodder continues to scream in pain. Shadrix looks over at the carnage and smiles. He then aims the ball of energy right at the Godmodder. After the Bombardment, The godmodder slowly looks up to see Shadrix there aiming the giant energy ball right at-

So long, Gay Godmodder

Shadrix fires right at the Godmodder, A giant beam lands directly on the Godmodder, The entire battlefield shakes as the beam takes apart the Godmodder. Then, The beam explodes. The size of the explosion can be seen from anywhere in the Multiverse. After the dust settles, there is a giant crater where the Godmodder lies. Shadrix flies down next to Bill, who was closing his chest. The rest of the fleet vanishes, having done its job. Shadrix turns off his Hyper form and looks at Kirby as he approaches. The three of them look at each other and at the crater...

........

.....and they high five.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder has to be, what, ten crater-lengths deep now? You're pretty sure the crater everybody's been blowing up is the size of a small city by now. Nonetheless, somehow, the Shadows are at the bottom, the Godmodder is screaming despite barely being able to move, the Godmodder is entirely bald, and thus 10x uglier, thanks to the beam signing his hair, and - oh, there's Dragon of Hope, replacing the withdrawn fleet!

-snip- It fits a bit because we are united and are very cooperative with each other. I don't exactly have a better explanation, but hey, it's a good song.

It's time. The battle is finally upon us.

Reaching across the Multiverse, utilizing the weak dimensional barriers from Fran's attack, and across time and space, I grab every single King Arthur, male or female, child or adult, and bring them into our reality in preparation for our final attack. We have sacrificed so much for this. Heck, we've even sacrificed our own LIVES! Sure, we came back, but that doesn't change the fact that we still died. There are also the others who have sacrificed their own lives as well as all they had, like the previous players, and their entities. So, it's time to avenge them all, as well as all of our creations.

"Excalibur. It's time to release all of your limitations! All of Reality is at stake, among them Humankind. We need our full power if we want to stop this threat! That is why I have released your limitations and Summoned all of the King Arthurs that have existed, do exist, and will exist right here, along with their Excaliburs and Caliburns, all so we could merge with them temporarily, even if it takes all of our strength to do so. This may destroy you, as well as me, but it is worth it, to avenge my world and protect all of the rest! We HAVE to beat The Godmodder, here and now! Prepare yourself, for this, will take a lot. I'm glad I made you sentient, as that will allow you to remain in control of yourself. Now, [B]MERGE! [/B]"

And with those final words, Excalibur and I begin to glow, Excalibur with RED and me with GOLD , as we begin to merge with all of the King Arthurs. The King Arthurs and their Excaliburs/Caliburns slowly start to dissipate into GOLDEN specks, that start traveling toward us. As time goes on, the specks start traveling faster and faster, until all that is visible is a GOLDEN beam of light, that is constantly getting absorbed. However, as the Multiverse is infinite, the GOLDEN beam never wavers, as there are always more King Arthurs.

Now that I have a constant influx of energy, we can begin our attack. For the first strike, I go underground and appear underneath the Godmodder. He tries to dodge up and to the side, but a GOLDEN beam of light follows him, not letting up until it manages to hit him. Next, I swing up at the Godmodder, focusing all of the energy currently available into the strike, making an even larger GOLDEN beam shoot out, destroying much of the ground, while also being near impossible to dodge. Of course, since the Godmodder is, well, the Godmodder, he barely manages to get out of the way, though the beam does sear his skin slightly thanks to just how powerful it is. At this point, the Godmodder is beginning to come up with a counter and creates a bunch of illusions. Surely I won't be able to destroy them all in time, is what he must be thinking. However, he underestimates the power at my disposal currently. I send out 5 GOLDEN beams consecutively, almost instantly one after the other. The beams are utterly massive and cover all of the ground the Godmodder would be able to dodge to, including the ground and sky. It destroys all of the Godmodder illusions, and hits the real Godmodder, sending him flying into the ground. At this point, my body and my Excalibur are reaching the upper limits of what they can take. In one last final attack, I jump into the hole that the Godmodder has been forced to create from the sheer force of the previous attack and hit him right in the funnybone.

A GOLDEN beam shoots into the sky, as Excalibur and I get launched into the sky, and hit the ground, having lost all of the power from earlier, my body forcibly expelling it outside of me alongside that last attack. Excalibur lost it's extra power because it was running low on it's own charge, and the fact it wasn't meant to contain and use such large amounts of energy.

DRAGON OF HOPE is now critically wounded.
EXCALIBUR is now at 1 charge.

(I might edit this later if I have time, and if I think anything needs to change. It also feels a little off, but that's probably because I've rushed a little.)

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder chokes out a laugh, a tear forming in his eyes, as his funny bone shatters. (Author's note: The tear is from EXTREME PAIN.)

Imbued with the pain of both you and the Godmodder, Excalibur is handed off to Pionoplayer!

Verraad: O... O... kay... That... was... was... hah... pretty... you... can't... you're done now, right??

"... Oh, right. We're not actually done yet." Leah says. "... Wow that was stupid of me. Uh. Actually, I have an idea... I'll just... Uh."

Leah snaps her fingers. Suddenly, a small, thin set of lines surrounds the Godmodder in a cube. Try as they might (though its doubtful if they can), the Godmodder finds himself unable to escape. Yorehammer power was lost long ago, after all.

"So. As I was about to say... We left off when Margaret opened up that new portal, after the whole colloseium thing and after I got my wings and all. Where we ended up-"

And the Godmodder is introduced to a whole new fresh hell as he is vertially bisected. His two halves fall directly on the floor. The eyes he keeps on the back of his head inform him of how so-a thin portal just appeared right in midair! It then turns 90 degrees and moves back some, revealing the source of the attack-a portal. Seconds later, A semi-transluscent copy of Leah, followed by what can presumed to be Meghan and Grimm, who all seem to leap through and land, both feet pressing into the Godmodder's skull as they get off him. As Grimm (the last) gets off his face, the 'room' starts to solidify.

"... Was... Well, this lab-place. Tanks floating around, tables 'n' such. Dimly lit, cobwebs everywhere-must've been disused for an age... Dust was thick enough that we weren't even able to step on the floor, just a tightly-compacted layer of dust."

And thus Verraad's eyeballs (which are somehow forced open) are abruptly assaulted by a load of dust in the eye! And also in his halved wounds! And also in his lungs! And generally everywhere where its seriously, extremely unhealthy to have dust at!

"These tubes were everywhere. None of them were broken, there weren't any signs of any struggling or anything... Just felt like it had been purposefully abandoned, like people didn't have anything else to do there. So I turned to the others-"

And Holo-Leah's foot engraves itself into Verraad's face on the ground as she turns.

"and I said... I said 'OK guys what now?' Grimm said 'Maybe this place is just off the grid? Meg, turn off the portal!' And Meg nodded and did some magic-y thing that we usually did to close portals behind us."

And Verraad's two halves abruptly reappear in the middle of the portal as Meghan closes it, causing him to be bisected horizontally. Somehow all four of his severed bits remain in the lab, though its probably because of holograms. Their drop into the dirt is honestly just as painful and aggravating as the portal cut itself... It becomes swiftly apparent that for the sake of good storytelling we can't have these interjections of Verraad's justly due karma crowd out the story, so we'll do them in chunks. We're also going to tactically neglect Leah's typical hex coloration to go with plain text to save a bit of time.

"I decided that it'd be a good idea to figure out what was going on here, maybe there's a reason we were sent here specifically? Most portals don't really care about distance unless its really far off, so we probably had access to this place for a while... Or maybe only just now. And there was some arguing, as usual, but we agreed, as we didn't really see any immediate ways out."

"So, we looked. Shuffled through filing cabinets that were mostly empty, pulled out drawers with nothing in them, checked all the dirty corners for those scraps of paper you leave behind. Most of what we found rightaway were abandoned notes about science-y stuff that went over our heads for the most part. What we could make out, in plain english, was a hypotheosis about 'Power inheritance via cloning,' but it was honestly super-vague and it was smudged a lot. As it turned out, there weren't any exits either-the only other one was just a door to blank space 'for repairs to the outside of the facility' and it requested we be in full spacesuits or something like that to proceed, so we realized we were basically in a pocket. Which was... Not great. We weren't making much progress on figuring out what was going on there either until we found this ladder in the corner and then found these books and files on the top of the tallest shelf. Meghan dropped the book, but thankfully it was a hardcover in good condition aside from the dust... It appeared to be a more detailed version and general compilation of the studies ongoing here, in a published form, on the nature of the Architects 'n' such. It wasn't much more than what The Truth had said of them, really, but it also came with images... And, well..."

"... Well, the 'main Architecht' looked a lot like Meghan, when we compared them. Like, a much older grandmother Meghan but, the resemblence was uncanny. Which was like super weird. The files really put it into perspective; it was basically the mission statement of the whole place, and it was apparently made to... Make clones of the Architects. From what I've learned more recently, I guess it must've been some scientific endeavor to recreate the benevolent gods of reality or something, but the short of is they failed; they got clones, alright, but whatever power that made them the Architects was not, like, genetics or something. They were just left with these young, power-less versions of some of the most profilic individuals in reality, and apparently nothing to do with them. I mean, apparently the clone of the 'head' architecht was magically proficient but that was it. And that really got the gears turning-that really made it sound like Meghan was that clone. But that wasn't all. It was like a footnote, but the last thing we discovered was that the clones were all shipped off to this plane... Apparently it wasn't Earth-it was very close to it, but it was more like Earth if Earth were made specifically to raise and graduate, well, heroes; you know what I'm talking about, like, people who're meant to be heroes of destiny or have super-cool powers when they turn thirteen or such. A plane where they could go and not get harassed by a million conspiracies or get murdered, where they could grow up right, alongside some actual normal people, and surrounded by peers as well. And that got us thinking-Meghan was really, really like the first Architect apperance-wise and had 'great magical aptitude,' and all the clones were shipped off to a plane that was supposed to be earth-like but wasn't... What if it was ours? Best part was they even left coordinates, which meant we had a ticket home! Like, the goal was in sight. We were celebrating and all that-if nothing else it was a hell of a lead, even if it was an assumption and Grimm was being grumpy about it as usual."

"Then the portal flicked back on and we panicked and threw ourselves into the corners of the room. Lemme tell you it was hella terrifying. The griffons could've easily pinned us down with sheer numbers and everything was way too close together to seriously fight them all off, and given what happened before, like. It was like the brink of death was trying to approach us! The I peeked out at who it was, and... It wasn't any of the Griffon crew, thank god. It was just, like, this girl with an red armband, but I wasn't thinking about it at all then. She didn't waste time, she scanned the room and picked all three of us out instantly. I was thinking 'maybe diplomacy this time?' but... Well."

"You know how it is to fight a Player as not a player? Its' basically fighting the Godmodder on crack."

"That girl was a player-and we weren't exactly much of a fight. She pulled out three tasers faster than any of us could see and tazed us unconscious. Or, almost completely unconscious immediately. I got a second of something like a word before I went under; 'gotcha, gnat.'"

The holographic room went black. In this time, the Godmodder: has his four severed parts shoved into filing cabinets and crushed as they open and close, and same with the drawers; wind up hyper-impacted into the corners of the projector; forced to experience mind-bending math equations in his own head with hyper-induced stress; abrupt infusion of power cells far bigger than his head and far more dangerous than his body; thrown out of an airlock and forced to experience space's unforgiving nature without any protection; got his body parts crushed by a ladder, then had his face crushed by a 1000-page hardback; blown away by the revelation of Meghan's apparent nature; got crushed under an exact replica of earth and then barraged by a thousand superheroes working in tandem; got portal-cut again; got swarmed by death griffons and stabbed to death; was executed by Death himself; got stepped on by the girl with the red armband; had a painful flashback of all of DefTG thus far, especially the damaging parts; and then got triple-tazed.

"... I woke up way later to shouting. 'You got a fucking decoy it isn't the sealed magical girl you dolt,' 'guys calm down this happens,' 'I didn't have any other leads and I put a hundred CP into finding them!' 'those Gryphons would've been able to tell!!!' and also a lot more incoherent shouting. I was in chains, my wings were in chains, my mouth was duct-taped, and I was being carried on a cart. Skyrim style. The girl from before was with me, Meghan and Grimm, and she didn't look as... Excessively intimidating as before. 'They're awake,' she said, before I could get my bearings, and suddenly another guy-he had like a mustache or something-twisted my head around to meet his and started shouting at me, but i didn't even hear what he said before the girl kicked him. 'Easy goddamnit this is our one lead, if even, and if we're wrong we raised a witch hunt over nothing and I'm going to be pissed.' I think he backed off fast after that. Girl turned us right round to her and just started expositing-and as she did so the whole world got tuned around her and I kinda started realizing what was going on. I tried to shout 'you're the Godmodder?!' and she said 'I'm a player' and that's when things started getting really confusing. Those Gryphons were definitely... Well, the Players. Suddenly those red armbands the Gryphons were wearing-and the girl-make perfect sense, right? Red has always been the color of the Players, traditionally, to match PG blue. Why beats me. But it was kind of sour getting kidnapped by 'heroes' of the world and all. If I had all of these memories before working with you lot, maybe my reception would've been worse. But that wasn't all she said."

"She exposited a lot about the current Godmodder. Said she figured we'd need it for context and having someone actually explain things was overdue just to get over what was going on. The Godmodder never gave a name apparently, but he didn't have a disguise either. He was... Old. An old man, in his eighties or something, not like that'd stop him at all. Didn't bother with the usual disguises or anything, uh, as I just said... He had been one of the shorter-ish Godmodders for 'term' but one of the worst thus far, as apparently his game was research into the Architects for study into their works and had been pretty effective in dealing with him. Former player or something. Maybe he had some grand idea, maybe he could've been something like Verraad if he got enough steam-obviously we don't know, as bare minimum he did die before now. I don't really know, I never did get the whole picture from an unbiased source... Can't say I'm unbiased, that'll be for later. She talked about Leviathan too-y'know, that big monster that'd been wrecking everything? Turns out it was his last sealed boss. This player group had been doing very well against him, been mowing him down like a bad weed, but then Leviathan came, and Leviathan was pretty deadly and also inexplicably universally hostile instead of just, like, a normal pro-godmodder, but his big thing was 'can't take damage if any other Sealed boss was alive' and he was summoned alongside this... Uh, thing? They actually never described it. They blew up the other sealed boss just fine, but when they started smacking Leviathan nothing happened because 'The Sealed Magical Girl was still alive' and everyone was all 'what Sealed Magical Girl?' and that's when everything went to shit. Leviathan had some snowballer capability, got a few Players squarely into the grave and... Ate their souls. Not the Godmodder-the Leviathan thing ate their souls instead. It wasn't some ordinary Sealed Boss. The Godmodder vanished and the Players had to beat feet, leaving the Leviathan to rampage across the planes and the Godmodder nowhere to be found. They couldn't do anything against it and it was just causing total hell-best they could do was evacuate the planes it was heading too and it usually wasn't enough. They did the best they could do and dug up everything they could dig up about this rogue Sealed boss they missed, and..."

"... They found out this: A previous player group before them-one that failed-were fighting a fresh Sealed Boss in the Godmodder's Soul Orb, from what they gathered. It was... Well, apparently it was like the Sealed Princess; some 'harmless thing' that'd get uber-bonkers if it got so much as scratched but was harmless until then. And the players all got this terrific idea that they'd pump inordinate resources into turning this inherently-Anti-Godmodder 'boss' into an actual boss, and turn it against the Godmodder. And they laser-focused on it so hard that the Godmodder just switched tactics to just beating them up directly. Hell, he even threw a buff at the Sealed Boss to shake it up some. They were, in the end, successful... Even used their mortal actions on it, apparently... But they were dead, 'cept for the entity. And I guess that this is where things get weird, as far as Godmodder conflicts go, because I don't think I've even heard of this happening once, where a Sealed Boss actually, actually turns against their creator. This entity, whatever it was, had been thoroughly convinced the Godmodder was the worst thing since hell itself, and had been buffed through the roof. The Godmodder being forced to kill it would cause him to take damage, which is obviously not ideal, but the thing was so powerful even in its Sealed State to be threatening, and now its Unsealed state would also be pointed at the Godmodder as well. Basically it was a total betrayal, but also, it was... Worse. Heartfelt. It was almost like the entity got a conscious or something. Which, in light of recent information, is probably what actually happened-like Felix and like D.I.G.I, the Godmodder's most powerful entity hadn't just become an unstoppable beast, but a sapient self-sustaining creature in its own right, and one thoroughly convinced the Godmodder was wrong. And... Stranger still, the Godmodder... Listened?"

"I can't say for certain what really went on in that dude's head. They didn't know either. Maybe it was because the entity looked (and was) younger than him, and maybe it triggered this parental reaction that their corruption buried? Or maybe it was just because the entity was inherently tied to them and their words had weight. Unbelievably, it kinda worked. The Godmodder went into quiet seclusion for his studies instead of active antagonistic action, and the entity... The entity..."

"... The entity looked exactly like a normal human girl at a glance, or could disguise themselves as such, so they went to this... Not-Earth. Way she described it, it was more like Earth if Earth were made specifically to raise and graduate, well, heroes; you know what I'm talking about, like, people who're meant to be heroes of destiny or have super-cool powers when they turn thirteen or such. A plane where they could go and not get harassed by a million conspiracies or get murdered, where they could grow up right, alongside some actual normal people, and surrounded by peers as well. And you heard that one before, didn't you. I said as much before... It was only a hunch. It clicked like some horrible gear in my head, and I think she knew too. And after she said that-she asked me, she asked me right then and there if I knew anything, because the literal fate of, bare minimum, a whole lot of lives, was at stake. Leviathan was eating souls and getting worse by the minute, they may've thought it was the biblical leviathan, the incarnate deathly sin of envy and basically one of the big name devils that aren't named Satan. It could spiral into some unfathomable crisis, and I, and I, I didn't know what to do or what to say or what to think! I just got 'told' that my best friend's death was integral to stopping some interplanar threat beyond my wildest dreams and I was being held by multiple reality warpers intent on making sure it didn't happen-ones that were NOT too happy with me."

The Godmodder in the present day is-caught in a hypersonic shouting match; rolled over by the skyrim cart; annihilated by Skyrim dragons becuase why not; punted in the face by the female Player; shanked by Gryphons, continuously; aged into an old man with every old man disease ever; smashed up by Leviathan; smashed up alongside a Sealed Boss; soul-munched (only his soul. not his soul orb. That's a distinction that has somehow been made manifest.) by Leviathan; painfully excavated from the bottom of a cavern; ganged up by a horde of angry entities; smashed up by some kind of super-buffed sealed boss; forced to kill a selaed boss of his own design; forced into emtional distress of an extreme variety; beaten up by a load of teenaged superheroes again; smashed up by Leviathan again; smashed up by the seven deadly sins and their devilish representations, including satan somehow (these are holographic replicas, liberties may be taken); and crushed under infinite metaphorical weight of world-rending decisions.

"Grimm was a lot quicker than I was in deciding. He spoke up on everything he knew, though he was nice enough to say that we really didn't know anything about anything other than Natalie was capable of some weird stuff-stuff that he thought was weird that we didn't think was weird. And she nodded. Meghan was screaming loud enough that the female player kind of added some extra duct tape to her face. I was just kind of crying, I didn't know if it was a betrayal or not. I don't think we got far enough to seriously discuss it though. The carriage came to a stop... And I think where it was, it was pretty familiar. Gray featureless plain for miles, but it wasn't the Hexagonafield or anything... It may've been the Administrative plane or something. And, there he was."

"It was definitely the Godmodder. Every Player was on-edge and it was just too plain to see, he was... Basically radiating power. A really, really familiar power. And he spoke up-like 'about time you found me,' and lo and behold another brick to the face-that was the old man's voice, the one that had been guiding me until now, the source of my wings. I... I think he was setting me up-letting me on as a specific false trail. With what I know now, anyways-I was just completely baffled at this one at the time, but now I can just... Envision it, like this stupid long-reaching plot wherein he has some near-duplicate in appearance of his 'daughter' who closely appreciates her through perfectly normal friendship... That was awful wording. Uh. You get what I mean, though. A body double. IT wasn't a pleasent realization. In person... He didn't look very pleasant either. He had these bloodstained clothes... And bloodstained hair... And really he just looked pretty awful, now that I think about it, like he lived in a hurricane's eyewall or something. And everyone basically got into their favorite Mexican standoff poses, except for us three who were still chained up."

"One of the Players spoke up pretty fast, and it was a pretty hectic conversation but like, eventually it was just commentary on his CP. And like I didn't know what a CP was, just that it was apparently freakout-worthy for a Godmodder to have 500 CP. And in light of everything, I'd say it's really freakout worthy for a Godmodder to be carrying around a bank that large just kidna casually, given how much just 'two hundred' CP got us in the end, or how CP from a Godmodder is like a million times stronger than any of ours. I guess he just had all the time in the world to charge with the Players unable to follow him in favor of damage control... It was really ultra tense, too tense for anyone to really do much more than start talking. There were some barbs-Godmodder was apparently here because he was looking to study tech from the Architects for his experiments, everyone was asking about Legendary Weapons, he claimed he didn't have any, some insults were exchanged, old man said fuck you. Then they asked about Natalie, or the 'sealed boss' and he said something along the lines of 'You can't even kill me or you won't be able to kill Leviathan because no player powers.' OK he didn't say exactly that but he said why fighting him at all was an awful idea, but they still looked pretty ready to do something, probably force the issue on his end. They forgot all about us, and the Gryphons weren't around or anything... Grimm had managed to untie himself and was starting to work on cutting me and Meghan loose, and we were pretty much determined to bail at this point."

"Cue everything going to hell."

The Godmodder suffers these things: a prison snitch's indirect wrath via excessive police brutality, except the guards are players; more hypersonic screaming; extremely painful duct tape addition; salty tears in his previous wounds; being stuck way too close to a radiator and burning up; getting stabbed by Leah's wings; get involved in impossible government conspiracies; drown in blood, literally; shoved into a hurricane's eye wall for eight years of perceived time; caught in the crossfire of a million-man Mexican standoff; soiled pants because holy unholy mother of godmodder 500 Charge Points?! Oh, and a tension so extreme that it literally manifests to break the Godmodder's back.

"There was this silent AG, he didn't speak much or at all. He had apparently been tagging along going 'Yellow Yeller X CP' for literally any relevant passage of time and everyone was kind of jokingly treating him as god, except now he actually did something, and that something was make a portal to somewhere and out of it-oh god everything's coming fast now-out of it was basically this... Massive thing. A towering thing of fish-flesh, a mishmash of maws and fangs and claws and fins, some kind of horrible blood-ocean, satanic etchings on every scale, the scent of salt and death, and, and, oh god, there was screaming, there was so much screaming. I don't want to know if those were people screaming or some kind of sound it made to intimidate me. I don't want to know. It was awful, worse than it should've been. The smell was designed to assault your nose, the air felt wrong to breathe, the noise couldn't be blocked out, the sight of it made me sick, and I'm just kind of really happy I didn't have to taste it or anything 'cause I'm sure that'd have been literal hell too. It was... It was a demon, a demon beyond almost any other demon short of Satan themselves, so woot for them being dead as fuck. The point is that it was this horrific thing and I swear to god it was even worse than I describe. Lovecraft can shove his eldritch ass up a chimney, that thing was just... Absolutely, overwhelmingly awful and wrong, and I swear I've forgotten things I definitely saw."

"But in the middle of all of that there was this light, or not really a light, but something way less horrible, and it looked like, well it looked like me, six techno-wings and a sword. And she wasn't attacking it-that'd be stupid, it was invincible-but she was like ultra-on guard, waiting for it to make a move, looked like she only just got pushed in through. And, and Leviathan said... uh. Omniglot?"

And Leah falls silent-Ominglot picks up the slack and starts glowing a deep, horrible green as it speaks up in lieu of Leah.

"PATHETIC THING. MY VICTORY IS INEVITABLE WITH TIME. YOU ARE BENEATH ME. I HAVE GROWN ONLY STRONGER AND STRONGER WITH THE SOULS I HAVE CONSUMED. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU SO JEALOUS OF MY MAJESTY YOU WOULD FUTILELY THROW YOURSELF AT ME?"

"And I knew who's voice spoke right back-'Because you can't kill me!' And that was her. Natalie. That was Natalie. Oh god, she was fighting that thing. Exploited immunity, i guess-Leviathan couldn't kill her without removing his invincibility, but Natalie wasn't able to harm him at all either. Some kind of awful stalemate, and whoever that yellow guy was, he opted to break it. I think a lot of Players were screaming at him at why he didn't do that sooner, and, uh, The guy vanished? I don't know what was up with that."

"All hell broke loose. I can't even describe it. I might've been able to if I was a Player, who could see the updates and all that, but as an outsider, its like some kind of supernova exploding all at once in a dozen different ways, something too much for me to even see, but I could tell-I could tell they were aiming it all at her and the Godmodder was throwing themselves at the Players to stop them, entities whipped to life and send to die in the span of seconds-it was absolute chaos and I couldn't believe it and I didn't want to, I wasn't ready, but-but I had those wings, right? If I was anything like what Natalie was right then and there I could help, I could help her. I wasn't sure what to think but I didn't want to leave her to die, I was terrified. And... It was all going so fast! But I just, threw myself into it thinking that I could like swoop in and save her! Grimm and Meg were telling me 'no don't do it dumbass' but I was a dumbass and did it."

"Predictably someone thought I was Natalie and sniped me out of the sky in a hit, and I crashed on the ground near-dead."

And perhaps for the first time in a while, the sound of something else on the horizon built up... Something like footsteps... In a reality devoid of anything other than the Godmodder, the Players, and the Soul Orb. How? Player powers. That's how. There isn't even a question. But what is a better one. Meanwhile, the Godmoder has suffered; a inter-continuity meme; more portal cutting; the sheer awful, horrible, nastiness of Leviathan overhwhelming the Godmodder with his special brand of hellish power; Omniglot's representation of Leviathan's voice blowing his mind; the sheer immortality of the players that he has fought thus far crashing down upon him like a horrific revelation of how absolutely, inhumanely stubborn they have been, and now continue to be, the revelation that his mortal blast last ditch effort that he was going to cheat is about to get completely bypassed, himself not; and the typical, terrible calamity that takes place when Players and Godmodder clash, that is to say, something like a million different degrees of death crashing down upon everything all at once.

"Things kind of got ultra-hazy from here. Head injuries made it bad. Natalie flipped a gasket. I... I think this was always what I was supposed to do, if you get what I mean-fly up and take like one blow. You know, like how attacks veer off-course and hit some nearly-unrelated bystander that happens to look really similar or have a really similar name? That kind of thing just happend, and it happened to me, and I think Natalie knew it. I got impaled in the heart, my spine broke like glass, and my arms got cut clean off... Fell to the ground like a rock. She was totally blindsided and dived for me over, y'know, fighting Leviathan or defending against the Players 'n' such. The Godmodder was screaming-like, actually anguished screaming, couldn't tell what he was saying at all. And the Players smelled the blood on the water and struck with everything they had and everything they thought they had. Natalie used herself as a human shield with those wings and blocked any of it from hitting my dumb ass, and it was... It was pure chaos. It was this horrifying storm of things and, and I was scared out of my mind and already regeretting it and Natalie was in pain and it was my fault, my, my... My fault, and... and..."

"... THen, then something happened. I think. The players had started screaming over something, someone did something they shoudn't have and everything went really dark. I think they caused a Paradox Roll and it went really badly, I don't know if that's the case. Natalie started screaming, got a bad case of an Exorcist head and turned it right around. god its freaky to witness from the back. A number apperaed in the sky, I think it was a 3, could've been an 8, Natalie was scraeming about how she coudln't control herself. Natalie blasted off and the fighting went away from me. I don't know where Grimm or Meghan were, I just had to look at the chaos, and, things weren't going well. The Godmodder slid on by me in the thick of it, they weren't even thinking of attacking him now. He looked... I'unno, he was devastated, or at least he looked devastated. You can never quite tell. This definitely wasn't to whatever plan he had, and I guess by default I must've been on his side, or something. I'unno-maybe I would've sided with him at the end. Ridiculous in hindsight. But given he was giving me the olive branch while the Players had kidnapped and nearly killed me a million times over... All I know that he did was drag me aside and just let the fight go on."

"I asked him how bad it was going, because I couldn't really tell. He just said 'very poorly' very quietly, but then he started elaborating some-they were focusing fire on Natalie and bringing her down, she was screaming at them to k-k-kill her, but she wasn't able to stop herself, and Leviathan was not, not helping, they were killing them all. I couldn't even tell they were dying so fast. They were dropping like flies, their entities were gone and they weren't a very large group to begin with apparently. They weren't prepared. But they were whipping out Mortal Actions and blowing Natalie's HP away rapidly now... I didn't really know what that meant. I didn't really understand anything, gotta say it. I was thrown into basically pure chaos with no guide, everything was alien. I think I'd have exploded right then and there if I wasn't dying so hard. I think he said he teleported Natalie and Grimm away, thought he owed it to them or some shit. I don't know whether or not to be thankful. He said he might still need me in a moment, I didn't know why at the time, complained about being shot again for no purpose."

"Then... Then Natalie's puppeted body came back to us and she was screaming about 'please not that' or something and I don't know, my head was fuzzy-and the Godmodder was definitely not leaping to my defense. I don't know-maybe she managed to make herself hesitate a little, and I guess that was enough. A massive laserbeam just came out of nowhere and impaled her clean through on the spot. She didn't leave a body, just a sword and her disembodied wings. The killer got overtaken by Leviathan, think it was a mortal action. The Godmodder was... Not pleased by that. I think we were the last two left at that point. And then, then, Leviathan..."

"THEY DICED AGAINST AN ULTIMATE POWER AND PAID THE PRICE. AS DID YOU, FOOL. ARROGANCE TO ASSUME YOU WERE SO PERFECT AS TO NOT SUMMON ME, ARRONGANCE FIVEFOLD TO ASSUME YOU COULD BANISH ME. THE SINFUL ELEGANCE OF GODMODDING YET PERMEATES YOU, AND ONLY NOW DOES THE FOLLY OF IT ALL CRASH UPON YOU, EVEN THOUGH THOU ART STILL DAMNED. I SEE THAT SPITE IN YOUR EYES, FOOL. IN YOUR STATE, YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY EXPECT TO DEFEAT EVEN A SINGLE PLAYER TO GROW STRONG ENOUGH TO SLAY ME WITHOUT DYING, NOR CAN THEY EXPECT TO DEFEAT ME, AND TO STRIKE AGAINST ME TO SLAY ME IS SUICIDE ON YOUR PART-YOUR LIFE IS TIED TO MINE, AND AS YOU ARE, SHOULD I DIE BY YOUR HAND, SO SHALL YOU DIE TOO FOR THE BREACH OF CONTRACT. YOUR PITIFUL APPRENTICE HAS LONG ABANDONED YOU, AND I COULD CRUSH THEM LIKE AN ANT FOR THEIR SOULS AS IT IS-AND I SHALL, FOR I AM FAT WITH THE SOULS OF THE WORLD AND SHALL ONLY SWELL MYSELF FURTHER. ONLY FOR THE CONTRACT WE HAVE FORGED DO I YET ALLOW YOU TO LIVE, WORTHLESS THING, AND WHEN IT EXPIRES-OH, I SHALL ENJOY THE MOMENT WE SHALL HAVE TOGETHER FOREVER. AS FOR YOU, LITTLE TOY..."

"I swear his words seared into my memory. And he's an awful speaker. The Godmodder... Definitely got angry now. I remember what he said. Helps that it was short. 'ENOUGH! You freak, ENOUGH! You think I didn't think of this? I've had time to think of a countermeasure! Perhaps I was too hopeful the Players would've found some alternative... But I've planned for this very moment! Leah... I'm sorry...' And then, well... This raw burst of power poured out of him, and I guess that was him blowing his CP all at once."

"500 Godmodder CP is a lot of power. Power enough to heal me from the dead and restore my wounds... Even if they were kind of made into war machines again. Enough for some body armor, which is the black bodysuit you see. Enough for the spark-the player power, to just be forced into existence, or maybe just called upon? Maybe God just went 'sure' and gave it to him, point is it was definitely there. And god it was strange. Was it strange for you all? It felt like time just kind of slowed down a bit, forever, like a fire everywhere in my body, like my hairs were on end... It all came rushing through... But it wasn't mine. It wasn't mine. I could feel it, but it wasn't me-it was something on my back. I could hear these voices chattering in my head-Moniker's, and I guess also Farrah's? And a voice called out from behind me too... And that voice was Omniglot's voice."

"I really don't get why he made Omniglot a Player rather than just give me the power directly. Maybe he thought it'd be too much, or that it was better to have it in a more 'intelligent' vessel, or perhaps there was some trick about it. Maybe he saw this exact moment coming and knew that having the apparent Player look like me when it wasn't would be handy. I think he was trying to recreate his spin on Architect tech and wanted some of his research to keep alive, personally. I'unno. But he made me a player, and he cranked up the power quite a ways... And even though now I was a Player and could kind of understand what was going on better, I didn't think I'd need it to get why-I guess contract said being blown up by me wouldn't count for whatever dumb deal with the demon he made."

"Now, I personally was way too jumped up on adrenaline to really understand what I was doing, and Omniglot was kind of auto-piloting. I had a sense for how to attack Leviathan and I wasn't completely at a loss for how to use the wings to fly so it wasn't... OK actually, no. Cut to the chase. I lost. I lost really badly. Got fucked up. Again. He was counting on me, and I fucked up again, like it was my personal job to get thrown about like a ragdoll or some shit. Leviathan-he was soaking it up like a sponge, me and my Mortally Wounded ass."

Back to the temporally-current Godmodder, who has, to be brief, suffered the immense rapid-fire crossfire of a moment in time in the Godmodding war. You imagine any general attack that'd be tossed around by a slightly-less competent group of players than, say, the current group right now, against an unholy master of envy who is simultaneously some kind of immensely demonic eldritch abomination, and also the deathly winged assault of a magical girl valkyrie on super steroids. I don't think any colorful descritpion of how screwed the Godmodder could get from this will ever, ever suffice. And also the sheer agony of being Mortally Wounded (possibly without actually being Mortally Wounded.) Heads up! It's agony.

"I remember the exact words they said much more clearly, now. Omniglot?"

"PITIFUL! IS THAT IT?! JUST ONE MEASLY PLAYER? COULDN'T EVEN POSE A THREAT. WHAT NOW, FOOL?"

"This."

"... He flared like a light. Like a bomb. I don't know what he did, precisely-it was just way too fast and I was mortally wounded, kind of too busy trying to not think about dying. All I saw was this blast of pure light from the Godmodder... And... Nothing. I think that the Godmodder pulled a Mortal Action. Or something like it. Maybe he just did the typical 'burn myself out fatally for an ultimate attack' deal and it wasn't specifically like a Mortal Action? All I know is that he was definitely dead, and the Leviathan was dead too."

"... That left just me. Mortally Wounded. There wasn't any trace of Leviathan or anything else in the area, just me and myself, and in the absence of a Godmodder, all I heard was who I presume to be Farrah freaking out over my impending doom after all of that. Guess that was her 'hero of justice' nature, but her role as an observer kind of left her mostly hopeless, except to summon... Someone. never saw who they were. Had a cool sword, that's all I saw before I blacked out completely."

"I don't know what happened afterwards. To be frank, I have no clue why I was strapped to that meteor or why I crashed down with you lot without memory or a voice. I could take a crack at it, though, but its a shot in the dark-the weird figure was Mastersword and he used me as a secondary battery in the Deleter, rather than, uh, being humane. God knows if that was the case or if I'm missing a big chunk of memory between then and now. And he's dead. Maybe not for much longer if we're lucky..."

"... We all know what happened in the meantime. I think I never really explained myself-I was just confused and totally lost, and I just wanted to be near to Fenix because he looked dependable and nice and not terrible. I'unno, maybe there was some instinctive fear thing going on? Point was I wanted you all at arms length. Isn't much else to say you didn't see for yourselves about me, really, until I left all of a sudden to deal with the planes colliding. One of the Players managed to help me out and heal me up while we had a small break. I'unno who she was, but shout outs to whoever it was, thanks for the help! Anyways, uh, she helped me remember everything I forgot and got my voice back. And that's when I realized I had something important to do."

"I went to Earth first, only to confirm that I was never raised there. I managed to Player Power my way to find my actual home, and..."

Leah starts trailing off.

"... I... I saw a monument about the 'tragedy' that took place years ago. Like, a really long time ago. Freak 'hurricane.' I. I saw the graves. Saw my grave, saw the graves of everyone I knew. I never knew what happened to Meghan or Grimm. I know what happened to mom and dad-dead. D-dead. Dead. Dead! Like, literally everyone I knew was dead. I couldn't tell if it was from old age or the freak ass accident. DEAD! And I was alone and no-body knew who I was but they were staying the hell away from me. And, and-I don't know how I can live like this, either, with all these weapons on my body. That Old Man wasn't thinking too far into the future aside from Omniglot being a good translator, I-I nearly blew up a street because of a can falling over and I flipped, oh god. I... I..."

She gets a hold of herself, just a bit.

"... I cried. I just found somewhere private and cried. I didn't know what to do or why to do it. With all the memories back I just... I was a bit intimidated about coming back. It was just a war full of power-mad assholes, and, like, that never changed! I'll admit it I don't like all of you! N-not gonna name names. But I was thinking of quite a few of you when I was thinking of Valla's power lock deal. I was thinking about how much I hated all of what I've become and all of what I've lost, and I... I really couldn't take it. I was just in an awful, mopey mood for hours."

"I... Eventually I broke out of it and just got mopey, like some emo, and then I heard some shouting over in a corner of a street somewhere. My town was never... Well, not perfect. I was pretty much immortal, Omniglot said there wasn't much threat in the area, why not investigate? It was a mugging and it wasn't a pretty one, mugger seemed halfways... Like... Ugh. I'm really tired of violence. Ugh, the Mugger was halfways intent on just beating the woman up as he was robbing her. I... I got mad. I don't know why but I got mad. Wasn't my business, but I got mad-and I was strong. Really strong. I just, picked him up and knocked him out, and Omniglot cuffed him afterwards. I healed her... She hugged me and cried on me and called me a hero."

"... I like being called a hero. I don't know. Maybe it made everything else thus far just... Maybe it was just a bit more bearable? And maybe that's when it clicked. I was, like, unfathomably powerful, and I wasn't crazy. I'm pretty sure player power will go away but these stupid enhanced organs and limbs won't."

The Godmodder, meanwhile has suffered these things additionally: being stepped on and shanked by 'shadowy sword guy who might've been Mastersword but we don't know,' forcibly put into Leah's shoes as he relives the Bank of Actions to Tribulation 1 (where apparently Leah was repetitively crushed by a giant boot), """healed""" by a player (by which I mean his wounds turn into cancerous outgrowths of equally horrible pain), smashed by the planet earth, swept up in a horrible hyper-lethal hurricane again, aged to death, experienced dying like a million times, blown up by Leah just as she freaked out over the can falling over, crushed by the aformentioned ridiculously hyper-dense can, salted by Leah's tears, experienced weaponized depression, and got personally, viciously mauled by Leah in a scene a lot more brutal than 'swiftly knocking out and apprehending the Mugger.' And then a woman crushes him with a death hug.

At this time we now cease the absense of stylistic choices for the sake of time and readability.

"... If it means helping people... I guess its worth it. And its definitely not in my book to just mope around and be useless, after all of that, to just have reality delete itself 'cause of some asshole. I'm. I'm going to make something out of this stupid life if it kills me, because last I checked it will eventually! And from the looks of things, I'd say I've made a decent enough start."

The Godmodder, finally, has had enough of this crap. And also he's the Godmodder, Player-induced Stupidity be damned! He flares power and bursts out of Leah's holographic trap, ready to start going again... And then the Shadows remind him 'no you're super vulnerable now' and temporarily re-exist after being forgotten for basically this whole attack to pin the Godmodder down, giving him ample time to see what the hell is going on because holy shit what's that. What is that?!

It's an army, plain and simple. An army. It is a very bright army, at that, every figure luminous, almost like they were the sun, each and every one. Not just shining knights in armor, but shining horses (in armor), shining lancemen in armor, shining magicians in mage-armor, shining nobility in fanciful nobility armor, shiny trebuchets in trebuchet armor, the whole of pseudo-medeival and magical warfare is horrifically arrayed against the Godmodder. Uncountable hordes of Pikemen, Millions of swordsmen, knights on their mighty steeds in tens of thousands, Mage-Legions like drops in the ocean, a thousand fold nobility-and behind them, like an actual sun, grasping a small scepter topped with a single lightbulb and hovering over the masses, was a man worthy of being called King. One and all they hoist a single banner-The "Army of the Kingdom of Light."

... The Godmodder recognizes these lot! They're from his horrible Kingdom of Darkness way back when! It appears living conditions have... Seriously improved. And also, military conditions. Oh good lord have military conditions improved.

The King lets his left hand loose from the scepter, and issues a finger of utmost defiance at the Godmodder. "Fiend. You have created us simply to suffer as with everything else and languish in wretched torment for eternity. Fortune, then, that we have been gifted this light with which to find our way! You have suffered at our hands once, now, but endless is the torment we have suffered under your Sealed Throne and its heartless tyrant. No further!"

The Godmodder is not in any state to really fight back. He currently can't even vocally process exactly how stupid that sounds to him, being that he's the Godmodder and has a million un-deadifiers or something like that. Wait, no-what's this? His secret inventories entirely stocked with un-deadifiers has just been robbed in their entirety! Even the super-secret inventories, and the super super super super secret inventory that requires five passphrases and a dancing monkey! THEY'RE ALL GONE! The Godmodder's heart knows pure despair for an instant as he manages to see Leah annihilate them all in a grandoise bonfire made of cheese, and in that instant the new army can know naught but one thing-CHAAAAAAAAAAARGE!

The infinite pikemen and swordsmen, despite not being on horseback, make it there first. They know little technique but endless enthusiasm, and in the absense of much defense, the Godmodder finds very little from having their infinite value of pikes to impale and impact the Godmodder with relentless force. The Godmodder's infinitely infinite armor that covers every inch of his body knows failure under the force of something greater than any infinity-HOPE! Hope that was given to them through that light that shines on them. They are as doom. Such is their weakness that the Godmodder could breathe on them to knock them back, but such is the Godmodder's weakness, and Leah's will, that the Pikemen remain thoroughly unharmed, and like Pikmin (which perhaps is linguistically fitting) swarm the Godmodder as a horde of ants, each tiny little pinprick of the spear an additional agony, accounting to unbearable mass, before the Godmodder finally breaks free of this and knocks them all back.

But even so they are not deterred, and through the power of their light, they pull a move straight out of Wonderful 101 and form up, linking their bodies together and weaving their light around each other, revealing their true power-for one might be nothing, but in infinity they can know no defeat, and together they are mightier than this pathetic, lonely tyrant. The spearmen compact themselves into spears, gigantic, each the size of a skyscraper-and by the force of hope alone (and their latent levitation magic), they fire themselves off at lightspeed towards the Godmodder, each Spearman Spear exploding back into Spearman that blow back into the army's ranks, covered by the fury of yet more Spearman Spears until the entire barrage, millions of million-strong spears, has ended, but the onslaught has not abated.

The Cavalry arrive, the very pinnacle of knighthood one and all, formerly so decrepit that they couldn't even harm a fly, now so mighty that flies would rather harm themselves than face them. Their horses move faster than racecars, and their lances hunger for the blood of the damnable fool that cast them into such misery for no purpose. The Godmodder, dizzied from the barrage before, fails to keep up and gets impacted by uncountable charging lances, if the horses just don't trample over him altogether. Lances aren't exactly weapons to keep using after one hit, though, even if they don't break-so these fine gentlemen discard them for longswords swiftly thereafter and make passing slashes at the Godmodder as they whirl around him, too fast to get an opening on and too hopeless to stop.

A particularly wooden whinney cuts through the chaos like a sharp knife through butter, and the Godmodder's head whirls to the source. It's almost literally the Trojan horse, except there's also a gigantic Trojan man to go with it. And it's animate. And it's angry. It rips forwards as the knights disperse. The Godmodder tries to leap out of the way, and gets caught between wood, twirling up like vines to ensnare him just long enough for the Trojan's spear to come forth. And it isn't just any Trojan-it's Hektor, the mighty equivalent of Achilles himself for the Trojans, and the mightiest warrior they know. (or a gigantic wooden equivalent.) The history of legends of Earth crashes down on the Godmodder nearly as hard as the wooden spear, and the wooden hooves, and the wooden horse droppings right after.

As the Godmodder experiences the delightful revelation that wooden horse facsimiles can poop, the magi appear, as thoroughly learned as they are quietly furious at the fiend before them, bereft of heart and soul despite having near the whole world contained in it. Their incantations call upon a pure, scalding light, not of God nor Satan but of Mankind's light as the work of God, that or its just a really bright light and there's no theological element to it. You never know, though the Godmodder finds out right quick as it burns through him like acid through a particularly reactive metal. But it doesn't stop with just bright lights-the mages work rapidly and in tandem cast spells like mad, each one more ferociously lunatic than the last. Magic missile blasts worthy of destroying cities, firestorms of unlimited heat, magma sourced from the former Evuacorp's extremely high supply of lava to freely outsource, ice from places where kelvin is negative, and soon spells that should rupture worlds concentrated into pinpricks, tearing into the Godmodder like a mad sumo wrestler through wet paper.

But this itself is all but a prelude, as one mage in the back works like mad, abruptly frenzied into inspiration, and only now has his grim task been made complete. He charges forth, covered by his fellows, as he calls out with a single voice-"CHAOS!"-and Chaos it is, the whole of the world tearing itself open to have at the Godmodder, life and trees and dirt ripping into existence to flay him, fire and ice burning and freezing in tandem, waters drowning, the fury of the world itself at his neck and at his nape. But it was but a word of the spell, not the whole-"CONTROL!" and suddenly the Godmodder is it straight in the face with a very bad Sonic reference, followed by the absolute stoppage of time-a stoppage he is cognizant of in its entirety, a stoppage like hate itself. But nature stops for no man, and the Godmodder's limited defensive options rapidly sprial to zero as Chaos and Order combine in the worst ways possible to tear into him.

The weapons of war these loyal soliders brought slide in, each as a sun, hard for anyone to look at, outright eye-melting to the Godmodder. (He bemoans the loss of his eye collection, but only to himself.) Battering rams adorned by dragon skulls (apparently they had a dragon problem), trebuchets with better range than a sniper rifle and better payloads than an ICBM, giants armed with swords like slabs of rock, and dragons-friggin' dragons! The size of a house and breath of flame, need you say more? You could, like how they're roasting the Godmodder alive as the battering rams and giants rush in and pulverize the Godmodder's puny little form, and the Trebuchets fire in, somehow failing to damage anything other than the Godmodder in their explosive detonation of ordinance.

-snip-

As he struggles with this, the King turns his head back, and smiles-his army has done well, and they have swiftly returned. The Godmodder manages to improbably beat his memories back into whatever weird place they belong as he, too, gazes at it-its... It's a giant disco ball.

The Godmodder just has nothing for this one. Probably just all out of gas, huh? The entire army arrays themselves before the Godmodder, faces one and all ready to kill, each shining like the sun. The Godmodder braces-

And... They begin dancing?

Their dance is a far cry from their previous attempt way back when they were freshly-revolting peasents. They were now ferocious and smooth masters of the dance floor, capable of a thousand style of dance and combining them into moves so smooth that the Godmodder loses all his edge by simply being present, and that's without him actually looking, for he know he'd be hypnotized if his mind even paid a second of thought to the possibility that he might-oh godmodderdamnit he did it, he thought about it, and now he was hopelessly mesmerized by the ultra-slick dancing groove to make Disco-Chan proud. Wait-Disco Chan. Disco Squares, its charged attack. Oh. Oh god. The Godmodder is hopeless to watch as his doom swiftly approaches, as the whole army syncrhonizes to form up into a single, smooth dance move-

A thumbs down.

-snip-​

The Godmodder screams in agony. HIs soul screams in agony. He flays himself again. The sheer proof that he is lame beyond doubt annihilates his being on a level so basic that one could almost forget that there is even more to come.

Leah calls the Army back-its enough! They still have more to give, and they need to give it, but not now. They're ordered to fall back, and they rally behind Pionoplayer. "Whatever comes next, give him hell!" The army cheers.

Leah wraps up this post with a single action. She tosses a smokebomb at the Godmodder's feet. The Godmodder coughs, kneels over, as the smoke overtakes his senses. In his swimming vision, countless eyes appear-red and angry, and laced with the infinite sins of his past. They leer into the dark, as a muted observer takes the stage.

Click to shrink...

The King, having lead his once-dark kingdom in a glorious battle, retreats to Pionoplayer's side! The Godmodder feels his blood drain away. Are his undeaders really all gone? And... the re-undeaders? And the re-re-undeaders...? The Godmodder throws 1% of his mental energy (the other 99% VERY occupied), and finds its true! His warehouses full of BS plot twists - GONE! His lineup of ten trillion traitorous NPCs - THEY BETRAYED HIM! His emergency saving throw? Not yet thrown, but it'll probably be a 1! And... And... he's bleeding? Why... why is he bleeding...

The quiet watcher steps out of the smoke to the side of the Godmodder, the pistol he loaded with the antimatter bullet pointing in the Godmodder's general direction. He pauses for a moment before he fires, the bullet passing the Godmodder's head by over a foot and flying into a portal that had been opened behind his defenses. The Godmodder turned around in time to see something that hurt his head spew out of a small room that had some kind of electronic device keeping the liquid back, the device sporting a clean hole through it before the sight of it was blocked by the vile liquid. The Godmodder brings up his hands and as the quiet watcher does something out of his sight, he blocks it with a simple shiel-snip-
The godmodder was staring out at the natural grooves and gouges in the ground as the quiet watcher tossed the energy beam projection device off to Pionoplayer, knowing that he'd been doing something, something meant to keep him safe. He knew that something had happened, but even with all of his mental might and power he'd gained from becoming God, he couldn't remember. He took a step back, staggering when the small pillar of dirt that he'd found himself standing on that his mind insisted was both always there and was brand new broke beneath his feet, leaving him wide open as he tried and failed to keep himself in place with his powers, staggering as he tried to right himself.

Click to shrink...

The Godmodder, barely standing, stumbles over and falls flat on his face. The Shadows, sated, watch from the sidelines as the Godmodder's fragile nose is squashed into the ground and broken.

"AHAHAHHHHH! THANKS DOOD! THIS ENDS HERE GODMODDER!"

TRUE ACTION FOCUS - GRAND EXODUS: Micro and Macro. Big and Small. Generally, putting the two together is a TERRIBLE IDEA, since it tears the fabric of reality. However... Gold has discovered a way to make it work. He called it... Exodus.

Ultimo Durana and The Callback Greatsword form in both of Gold's hands as he points at the absolutely stunned Godmodder, causing him to HOLD UP!

-snip-

Blake, Leo, Drago, and Gold all point their weapons at the Godmodder.
Drago: "THIS!"
Blake: "IS!"
Leo: "FOR!"
Gold: "EVERYTHING!!!"
They immediately enter an ALL OUT ATTACK! Blake attacks with Wrath of the Dragon, a powerful 12 hit combo of two slashes into a tornado of flames!
Drago uses A Dracolyte Reborn, summoning his Father to perform a Prince and King combo on the Godmodder, dealing 50 hits!
Leo uses A Spirit's Will, summoning 100's of energy Ultimo Durana's around the godmodder, which IMPALE HIM!
Gold uses Wrath of the Gods, summoning all 7 of the original Gods to decimate the Godmodder! Finally, all four come together, and all channel...

Gold, Drago, Blake, and Leo: GRAND EXODUSSSS!

A giant, multicolored beam, formed from all of reality and yet none of it at the same time BLASTS the Godmodder, sending him forward to the next in this combo!

The fragment of hope recollects itself and fuses into the Powerful Callback Greatsword, creating the POWERFUL CALLBACK GREATSWORD OF HOPE! "Hey, Piono! Here's the Powerful Callback Greatsword of Hope! Hope you can use it!" Gold gives the Powerful Callback Greatsword to Piono. It's up to you now, everyone!

Click to shrink...

Somehow, the Godmodder manages to cup his cracked hands, and absorb the energy of your beam! Using the energy to sustain himself, he struggles to his feet!

Verraad: I'm... tired... of taking this... sitting down!

Verraad: I... will... NOT... BE... DEFEATED!

And then Alastair moves to the front to defeat the godmodder.

As John the Godmodder soars ungracefully through the air, I already have an enormous net of words set up. I cough, sickly. But it doesn't matter now. He's hitting my trap, and there's no hope of escape now.

The nature of the web of words is the most mind-bending, insidious snarl of ideas, concepts, and weirdness I could think up. In fact, I made this attack a while ago, and had the Godmodder not fled like a coward back when I humiliated him, he would have faced this then. But what is it, one might ask? Well, what it is is simple.

It's the Cuil Theory Attack.

Cuil theory is a proposed theory of measurement that involves the abstract measurement (or maybe it's a measurement of abstraction itself) of how far away something is from the reality of a situation. The first known example is that of a man asking for a hamburger. The second best example was when I stumbled across the fic of a pony looking for a book.

I, completely aware of the hell awaiting me, let the third solid example of Cuil theory in practice be unleashed on the Godmodder the second he hits the net.

Cuil 0:
I launch an attack on the Godmodder involving Space, Time, and Symbolism. The Godmodder loses his Actions from it.

Cuil 1:
I launch a godmodder on the Space involving the Attack, Symbolism, and Action. The Time takes Godmodder from it.

Cuil 2:
The Godmodder is about to lose his Actions from having an attack launched on him, only to find on the ground a time-lapsed picture of the universe in my place. It is later hung up in the Louvre for its masterful symbolism.

Cuil 3:
The Godmodder wakes up as the Lost Actions and I as Space and Time. He screams as I loom over him, draping him in a cloud of layered symbolism on layered symbolism. The Post falls more into abstraction.

Cuil 4:
Giatí miláme sto Google Translated Greek? Eímai sígouros óti aftó symvaínei enántia se énan kanóna kápou.

O Godmodder, makriá apó ó, ti symvaínei se óla ta Cuils, amavrónetai apó to Tick Tick TIcking ton rologión. Koitázei káto gia na vrei óti vrísketai se éna ploío apó astéri, ópos to Krokódeilo apó ton Peter Pan pou kynigáei. Kápou sto drómo, chánei to fortío tou, to opoío eínai gemáto me ta óneira kai tin ikanótita na epireázei tin pragmatikótita.

Cuil 5:
I launch an attack on the Godmodder involving Space, Time, and Symbolism. The Godmodder loses his Actions from it. His eye twitches involuntarily, and as he goes to godmod it away, he sees an ocean of text rise up to swallow a man whole. His reaction makes a little progress as the Godmodder looks down at the Actions he lost on the ground.

I launch an attack. His reaction makes a little progress as he looks down at the Actions he lost on the ground. He musn't follow through. He's down on his last legs, which overlooks the ocean of text. The reality of how a Godmodder interacts with Player Actions shifts uneasily into focus.

I launch an attack. He looks at my face and plead with him. The idea of game balance will only push the man further into the text. The Godmodder goes to godmod this ridiculousness away-

And breaks the attack in doing so. His eye twitches involuntarily. All he needs to do is godmod away Cuil 0, right? Cuil 0 is reality.

But the moment he takes a step he falls backwards. I grin a wicked grin as I become the concept of Game Balance and push the Godmodder into the Ocean of Text, symbolism giving way to randomness, deceit, and chronological decay.

I launch an attack on the Godmodder.

Cuil 6:
The Godmodder, determined to stop this nonsense at the start, counters Cuil 0. But where is the start.

He sifts through the symbolic Space and finds the beginning of the Symbolic time in a knot. He cuts it only to have it dissolve into snakes. Snakes that become ouroboroses unto ouroboroses and spawn a decades long obsession into the lives of ontologically paradoxical children whose physicality is stylized.

The Godmodder launches an Attack on me, and tries to make me waste my Actions. But I Player it away, telling him to wait his turn. He doesn't comply, and the metaphors that never existed break down completely.

The Godmodder's eye twitches involuntarily.

Cuil 8:
The Godmodder briefly wonders where Cuil 7 went. It never existed. Its existence is a lie and so is the Godmodder because the Godmodder isn't real.

He objects, but the text being woven in electrical signals into symbolic ones and zeroes through countless miles of golden circuitry into patterns of mind boggling complexity object and is lost utterly when some of the signals hit a water spill and short the computer they're in completely.

The Godmodder decides to do nothing to break the symbolism, but the symbolism launches an attack on the Godmodder. The Godmodder's eyes twitch involuntarily. He tries to open his mouth, but all that comes out is a discordant symphony of hateful anti-imagination.

He puts his hands to his temples only to find they are temples of worship. He tries to put them on his head, only for it to be a toilet.

The Godmodder folds Space to become a mirror. He finds he has no reflection except for the literal sight of his soul. He screams in objection, but the personification of villainy torments him instead. He punches it, only to remember that the villainy is his soul and squirms as he punches out his own soul.

He tries to run. He can escape, he knows he can.

The Godmodder's eye twitches involuntarily.

Cuil 11:
Where are Cuils 9 and 10? One was posted for an earlier attack. Another was put in a chat client on a thread meant for discussing this forum game. I am done playing by the rules. I attack.

The Godmodder objects.

I ignore his objection.

Reality rejects my rejection.

The Godmodder asks why we are doing this.

I reveal a horrid truth.

Cuil 0 isn't what he needs to defeat to defeat my attack. Cuil 0 was a gateway.

The real attack is all of the Cuils along the trail. And they don't end here.

Cuil 12:





Cuil 13:



Cuil 14:

So, is this the end? Of the Godmodder and the Player?

I don't think so. They hate each other. They need each other. In another lifetime, they could have even been friends.

But not everything is so forgiving. The march of time is cruel and leaves all opportunities unexplored by the wayside to decay. The vastness of space dwarfs even egos such as the Godmodder's, putting all things within it to shame. To say nothing of the symbolism of it all. If there was any to begin with.

What then, of Action? Can it really be lost, like the Player says? Can it truly be countered, like the Godmodder claims?

Does it matter?

I think, in a way that can't be described, it does. Like how the justification for punishment in a system of no free will requires the idea that free will to exist is necessary to shape the further reactions down their predestined path, so to is the Action and Reaction chain that comes from the Player and Godmodder trying to enact their wills upon Reality.

But unlike the Godmodder, the Player is not alone. But does that really matter when Reality was always going to end this way? Was this fate always predestined, preordained, simply by the merits of how physics works on a fundamental level? If Reaction must follow Action, and Reaction becomes Reacted to in turn and that reaction reacted upon and so on, then can anything truly be free?

Do we want to be that free? Cuil 10 was a perfect example of why we don't want it to be absolutely free. I'll post it here to legitimize its existence:

Cuil 10: The Godmodder himself could no longer tell where or what he was? Was he an abstraction of an abstraction, or are the elemental monkeys just soothsaying the butterflis for no reason?

Raisins go to war with Hamburgers as they discover a man behnd the curtain. The Curtain pulls the man asid eto reaveal insanity in its purest from. Hope does not shrivel and die, but instead transmutes a goth peortyr assingment into boons for the hopeless and hoplss.

The Godmodder then realizes they are outside of normal time and space. Time? Space? What a sick joke. But the Godmodder enforces reality just long enough to see it was a futile endeavor.

They are no longer in reality. they are in a chat client ebing dictated by a fat man whose madness and sadism towards his being knows no bounds. The Godmodder would pray that the being would lose drive and determination, but that held no water, for the Godmodder practiced Godmodderism, and the price was paid to the Jabberwocky a long time ago.

It is only now, as his existence unravels in its totality, that the Godmodder realizes that this hellish nightmare hadn't even begun.

Cuil 10 was truly free. But it wasn't free. It was random noise. Random noise in the truest sense that makes anything that happens inside of it meaningless.

In a way, freedom isn't truly free, is it? One must be bound to something, or else all Actions will be lost to meaningless noise. Even the Quest to be Free from Everything is something one must be bound to in order to pursue it.

The power of Players comes from binding one's fate to a Godmoding War. But the Godmodder also needs the Players. Had he not been challenged, how could he have adapted like he had? Had he not been opposed, how could he have obtained the legendary Weapons or freed himself from The Wall? More than he'd care to admit, the Godmodder needed the Players too.

And this is why this war must stop here. If the Godmodder is allowed to succeed, then everything will be for naught! Please stop the Godmodder! Don't let the Godmodder chose for you, choose for yourself! Please-

AND THEN FINALLY I SHUT THIS MADNESS UP. Me fucking damn it. My eye is still twitching from the mess.

Cuil 16:
Surprise.

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Action Sumo:

Action?????:
Cuil 17:
Cuils are just lies upon lies upon lies. They aren't lies though. They are the truth. But abstracted away from the truth.

In a way, Symbolism is like Abstraction. But it has greater meaning and purpose. A subtext hidden in between the lines. What is the symbolism of the Cuil theory attack? What was all this time and all of this text space spent to tell?

To reiterate Cuil 0, and state the purpose of the Action….

Cuil 0:
I launch an attack on the Godmodder involving Space, Time, and Symbolism. The Godmodder loses his Actions from it.


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Can this post really end here?

...no...

NO!


There's a heavy sounding swing, and an earth shattering SMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

"It's not over yet!"

Don't fail me now, beautiful wings

I fly towards the Godmodder, and in my hand is the X-Blade!

You're my life, you're my everything

Always bound to me, it is literally a part of my Heart!

We can fly if you believe

I swing upwards with all my might, and the Key lights up. I point it at him and unleash it, blasting through him and opening up a Keyhole...

IN MY LOVE!

One that unleashes all of my treasured memories deep within me!

In the span of time it takes to play a guitar riff, many more characters and heroes join the ones on the field.



Ready to ride the wind now

In a burst of speed, many of the swifter heroes rush on ahead, leaving behind a windy trail for all of us to follow.

I'm a butterfly letting my wings out

As I charge with the slower ones, I spotted a pair of angelic wings flapping by me. My mouth drops in shock.

My friend, I can't wait to see you again

It was Bugs Bunny, as an angel of toon mischief. How fitting.


Letting go of all my worries

"What are you waiting for?" He asks with a wry smile and twinkly in his eye.

Make way, I'm in a hurry

"GIVE 'IM HELL!"

Right now there's no time for fooling around

And so, with our combined might, we take the Plane of Hell and toss it onto Verraad with a prompt WUBUAMF!


Tell me, Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

The godmodder, still kicking after the licking he's been given, shatters hell, blowing away everything around him.

Can I soar through the skies above

I feel the wind from the aftershock push me down to my knees, and all the fliers are swiftly grounded.

Oh, I don't know-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Suddenly my body wracks itself, and I cough violently.

If I'll ever see the tomorrow I'm dreaming of

I look at my hand covered in blood. I clench it and close my eyes, tears pricking at the edges.


Feels like my faith is slipping away

I clutch my sides and take a couple of deep breaths as the shattered bits of hell crash down around me.

This nightmare's got me losing my way

My hands gradually slide up to the sides of my head, clutching it as I try to shut out the mounting pressure.

When will it ever end

"I failed again-"

I've got to stay strong to keep the love going

But that's when something grabs me around the middle and lifts me up into the air.

Don't fail me now, beautiful wings

I look up, only to see Skitter, masked face redundantly Masked with a Wonder Mask…

-snip-

I'm living my life and doing things my way

I give them a huge smile and a thumbs up.

Don't fail me now, trembling wings

I turn and run forward once more, hearing their cheers and support.

You're my hope, you're my everything

I feel my Light shine brightly, healing me of my pain...

We can fly if you believe ...

...and lifting me off the ground to fly.

IN MY LOVE!

Bursting with power, I can only think of one way forward from here...

[Guitar rock section]

"Hey, guys!" I shout to a group of players. "Let's rock their socks off!"

I then raise my keyblade and fire a powerful spell at one of them! Only for it to bounce off, having been reflected by one last attack reflector! The Godmodder tries to dodge, only to be distracted by a rational debate, followed by getting trapped in minecraft Sand, said sand turned into duckrantulas by a holy triangle demon, the seven colors of determination wrapping him up, a few different shots from several gun happy players, a Smashposttrain, and it is finally decided that A Red Truth that keeps the Godmodder in place is declared. He Cannot Move.

The spell smashes into him. I turn to my comrades….

Only to realize they were my memories of them. I turn back to see John Smith all scarred and mangled.


Feels like my faith is slipping away

I clutch my Heart. I feel a deep pang of guilt?

This nightmare's got me losing my way

It looked like he was in pain… when did I want to cause that?

When will it ever end

I've been trying to hurt and kill him for so long… when did I become like that?

I've got to stay strong to keep the love going

I always walked a different path.

Don't fail me now, beautiful wings

I saved and helped so many, even when they didn't need or want me to.

You're my life, you're my everything

The memories of Cybil, the Player Killer, and Skitter come back to me.

We can fly if you believe,

I then knew what I needed to do. As a support...

OH YEAH!!!!

And as a Hero.


Feels like I've woken up from a dream

I feel my body shaking as I raise my arms above me and float above the crowds.

I've shaken off the misery

Then it stills and I take a deep breath.

Back to my carefree days

They snap open as I yell with all of my might.

I'm living my life and doing things my way

I feel my body turn translucent from all of the power I put into it.

PLAYER IS MORTALLY WOUNDED!

Don't fail me now, trembling wings

All of my memories, now given angel wings, fly into the orb, turning it massive as only my soul remains from giving it my all.

99% MORTAL ACTION PERFORMED!

You're my hope, you're my everything

"PIONO! TAKE THIS!" I send the Orb of Power and Being to him for safekeeping. He'd know what to do with it when the time came.

We can fly if you believe…

And then, the soul appears before the Godmodder. As he moves to act, my soul appears before him and speaks.

IN MY LOOOOOOOVVVEEEE!!!

"I don't blame you."

REMAINING 1% MORTAL ACTION USED! GODMODDER EMOTIONALLY STUNNED!

As the music reaches the climax and finish, my soul shines! The barrier falls away, as the Nothing returns to whence it came. And then, having done my purpose, I fly beyond.

Someday, I'll be reborn, and we'll all have a brighter future then.

Until then, see ya, Player Heroes.


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John Smith just stared, standing there, mouth agape.

He's heard insults. He's heard psychoanalysis. He's heard death threats and condemnations. Hell, he's even heard praise and exaltation for a change of pace. But…

"I don't blame you."

And then he died. He spent his last words as a living being saying that. One of the biggest opposers of the Godmodder, just, said that and DIED.

The thought and all it stood for was so foreign on top of this stunning, unacceptable loose end and lack of resolution was so overpowering in John Smith's mind that he didn't have time to notice, much less react, to the next poster's oncoming attack.

Click to shrink...

Cuil Theory deals massive damage to the Godmodder, racking his being to its very core as the already stretched-thin godmodding/god/satan power combination barely keeps his body moving! Half of the remaining bones in his body shatter to dust!

Strider626 cheers you, as you activate a MORTAL ACTION! But...

"I don't blame you."

Huh?

The Godmodder, though his mind is addled by pain, is not capable of understanding. Why? Why wouldn't...

Literally EVERYTHING has been the Godmodder's fault! He never claimed to be morally good! He always knew he was an evil person! He always - GAH! The shock of your words causes him to lose control of GoldHero's energy beam as it racks his whole body!

(...As your soul rises up, to go who-knows-where, its_a_cauldron_plot snatches it up and stores it along with Ranger_Strider and Strider626's souls.)

​

I look at Alastair's now dead body... and feel a pang of guilt. Even with the Prismatic Soul Barrier, it wasn't enough to protect him... so much for a zero-casualty war. Like that'd ever happen. Nothing like that ever happens, no matter the story. Stories of love and war, life and death, and endless battles against a so-called unstoppable entity? Quite obviously... death still happens.

There's time for grieving later. As of now, I've got a final action to create.

[Final Action] -
I speak, my words resounding across the chasm of emptiness we're in. The Godmodder and any remaining players find themselves flinching from the sheer volume at first, before they find themselves accustomed to it.

"Let me tell you a story..."
"One of hardships, but triumph."
"One of failure and success."
"One that would go down in history, having effects throughout the world."
"Let me tell you a legend."

Reality shifts. The region of absolute nothing becomes an entire world as I merge a plane of my own creation into this realm. A continent, thousands of miles wide and filled with massive amounts of my imaginary creations, comes into being as massive amounts of Player Power are expended. As the Players and the Godmodder float high above the newly formed planet, the platform we were all standing on cracks - then breaks. Everyone is sent plummeting into the newly created planet, a former figment of my imagination brought into a reality where anything is possible. The last thing Verradd and the players see before they enter the planet's atmosphere and black out is me, holding a 20 sided die and looking down on the world I've created.

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You awaken on a bed, in a small wooden room. Curtains are gently draped from a glass window, with a desk across from the bed. A book is open on it, and a small wooden chair is tucked neatly underneath the desk. Outside, you can hear music playing gently through the door - a strange song, sounding... familiar, yet different. Already, something doesn't seem right. What were you doing before you got here, again...?

Suddenly, your memory seems to return. That's what you were...

Spoiler: An AG Player

A Player... Players were the more common of those that had fallen from the sky, with only three others seeming to not fit the trend. As you exit the room, you find something... different about what is clearly a tavern. Sure, a jovial tune is playing, drinks of many varieties being consumed, patrons having a jolly time... but what strikes you as strange is the bartender. Looking strangely familiar - perhaps another player? - he stares through you. Giving an apologetic shrug, he snaps his fingers..

Any Player accidentally targeted by the attack finds themselves back on the battlefield, with a note in their hand...
"Sorry for the mistarget, it was kind of an all or nothing move. Enjoy the show."

Spoiler: An Arbiter

The Arbiter, Moniker, awakens in the same room. Heading downstairs, he finds the tavern strangely and completely empty, minus what he's clearly able to recognize as me sitting at a large table, directly in the center of the tavern. Grabbing a drink of lemonade using something clearly definable as cheating, I turn to look directly at him.

Moniker, not a direct part of the story in the first place, becomes one for a couple moments. I breathe in, and then exhale as I think on what to say, before eventually settling on the following...

Thank you for the time you've spent, making this game what it is.
Thanks for the entertainment. Thanks for creating this.
Thanks for allowing me into your world. Letting me introduce myself.
Thanks for... letting Me... be Me.


Thanks for the game, Moniker. Maybe someday, I can return the favor.


Moniker finds himself back where he's supposed to be, wherever that may be.
He's the narrator of this story. It's time to write the finale.

Spoiler: Piono

Piono heads downstairs to the tavern area of the inn, to find it a late sunset suddenly. A soft tune fills the room, and the few people left at the tavern are old friends with one another, and spending the night as they laugh the night away. Other groups sit down, generally creating a homey mood as the cobblestone hearth blazes to life in the tavern. I'm fiddling with a clock, realize Piono's right there, and then chuck it in the corner. Time itself bounces, wavers a little, then resumes more or less to normal as the clock skids to a half on the rough, log-hewn floor.

"Sorry for keeping you here a little bit longer, Piono. You're... a bit of a special case." I pause, taking a moment to savor the atmosphere of the tavern around me. "My main power I've been planning on is the power of stories, and legends. That's what this whole place is built on." Gesturing to the party of close friends over there, voice cuts back in. "Take those three, for example. Each of them have a specific backstory I've crafted behind them."

An elven figure, dressed in the robes of royalty and wielding a glass-edged longsword takes a drink from his glass. "Valeros is advisor to the king of the Twin Peaks. Renowned for his skills in wizardry and being the one to crack the secrets of reverting potions to spells, he was one of my first creations. His backstory is by no means complete, but he still holds a place."

A human, dressed in a dark blue jacket and playing an electronic melody on his jet-black fiddle has a hearty laugh. Refilling his glass from a strange, portal like structure, he drinks what appears to be lemonade and swings right back into the song, prompting a hearty cheer from the rest of the tavern. "Cadere is another one of my players. Skilled in the musical arts, he's a great bard and has traveled the world, using his songs to craft his way through battles.

A dragonborn nervously fiddles with his wooden staff, as a faint breeze blows through the tavern. Unsure of himself, it looks like he has a great conflict coming up in his story. "Quirail is a relatively new one, but his story is still in progress. As of right now..." I shudder. "Well, that's a story for another time."

"Anyways... point is, there's far more potential behind this idea." Wispy outlines of people filling the tavern shimmer into view. Glowing various colors, the outlines move, act, and do everything a normal person would, if they were in a tavern, but with a sheer lack of personality that reinforces their nature as husks. "These are characters that have yet to be created. As you can see, there's plenty of room. That's why I'm doing this."

A large portion of the shades suddenly turn from their previous colors to a deep shade of blue, exactly the same that you use. "I entrust these to you, along with their stories." I open the door, revealing a bustling town beyond. People conduct their evening business, vendors pack up shop and sell their remaining wares for the day. We zoom out. The street soon gives way to a view of the whole town, bustling with activity and walled. The style of the architecture oddly modern for this being a fantasy realm, the city spreads and sprawls throughout the valleys of the surrounding land. We go further. The land loses detail, the city vivid as ever but the surrounding regions fading to more general regions of farmlands, fields, forests. These give way to biomes, to regions, to kingdoms... and then, it abruptly stops. White regions surround the edge on the only kingdom fleshed out.

I turn to Piono, looking at the blotch of color and vivid land along the outline. Sighing, I turn to the other player before me. "This is the extent to which I've created this realm. As you can see... it's by no means complete. Even beyond just the walls of the city, the color is painted in pastels, not quite fully colored in. Nothing's ever truly complete...which happens to work."

I entrust my power over the overarching narrative and the ability to control fate itself to Piono.
He ascends from being a character in the story to a true author of it.
"Create your own characters, your own places, your own stories."
"Create a legend you'd be proud of."

My avatar dissipates. Piono is left far above the world with complete use of narrative control, and the ability to therefore, create legends. I'm only left to hope this is put to good use by him.

So, now the only person left is Verradd. As the only one who hasn't returned to the realm you know, you're beginning to become a bit concerned. Without any of your Godmodding powers existing here - thanks to a convenient concept-removal field - the whole thing seems rather unfairly stacked against you. Because... it kinda is. Huffing, you walk out of the inn with a determined glare on your face. You will escape this prison, one way or another.

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A quest board in the tavern crackles with orange, arcane energy. A strange quest takes notice of three denizens of the tavern, entitled "Destroy Verradd" in a bright orange font. Walking up to the quest board, they all look at the same quest. Described as a 6-star difficulty, the reward of 20 thousand platinum coins would be enough to entice any adventurer with the qualifications. They regard the quest for a moment, then look at each other.

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Well, what do you guys think?

Valeros: "Well. This one is different, and 6-Stars aren't exactly common... What do you three think?"
Cadere: "Sure. Look at that gold reward! That's not something you get from an every day quest."
Quirail: "Cadere has a point. Let's go for it."

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Verradd, you realize that there's no way to escape this attack without his Godmodder abilities as he currently stands. This stupid counter-aspect field is blocking that... so you merely need to find a way out of the field! Realizing there are other ways to power in this world, you head to the local library, as you're far too old for school and were hoping to learn magic - it's the closest you'll ever get to your old powers. Walking through the city - god, you've forgotten how much walking you had to do back as John Smith - you notices a local peddler promising magic at a fast, affordable pace. You smile... evilly. This will be a cinch.

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Valeros, Cadere, and Quirail - or, you three - begin wandering the city in search of this "Verradd" they'd been told about. Unsure where he is, you all begin asking around...
Roll an Investigation Check.
"20. Infinileaf Clover."
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Alastair, despite you being literally DEAD, you manage to find the Godmodder's location. He appears to have headed to the library to learn wizardry.
"Okay...?"

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Verradd, you sit down in a rather comfy armchair of the castle's library. Bookshelves dozens of feet tall stretch to the ceiling, ladders and a generally dim light completing the mood. Putting on some reading glasses, you begin to study. Magical effects begin to take place. Runes and an ethereal magenta magic begin to float around you as you start to read the book faster - the pages flip until eventually, the book gets sent flying through centrifugal force downwards, spinning on the floor and thumping a bookshelf rather loudly. As a shush comes from around the corner, you venture to laugh, as more spells find themselves coming to his grasp.

A group of what looks to be strange figures enter the library and walk towards you, looking around suspiciously. Being a newly-created spellcaster, you use an Identify Spell, and immediately are able to recognize the adventurers as would be Players - strong ones, at that. Judging by their stares, they're out for you - leaving a fight or flight response. The only sane thing to do, critically wounded and without your powers, is to flee - and that is exactly what you do.

Voices interject throughout the library. There he is! After him! We can't let him escape! Rays of lightning and frost chill various books, freezing the shelves and in some cases, blasting them apart. A song played by the bard boosts the adventurer's overall speed as they chase, closing the distance. You run, ducking and dodging through the wisps of spells blasting behind you, before coming to a dead end in the library's labyrinthine corridors. The adventurers come to face you, bolts of wizardry, sorcery, and wisps of some lost battle theme floating through the air.

Verradd, you are out of options. Forced to rely on your budding spells and forced into the situation you really didn't want to be in - battle - you have only one real course of action. Roll initiative to complete your quest, everyone.

"18." "15." "10."
... Verradd. Initiative?
"... 1."

Guess I'm first, then.
I begin my turn by casting Wall of Fire around Verradd and I. As he realizes he's truly trapped, I end my turn and pass it to Cadere.
Alright, then. Valeros, Verradd, you find yourselves surrounded by a wall of burning hot flames. It feels like you're in an oven, and you both take... 27 damage.
Not me. As I'm an evoker, I use Savant Spells to negate the damage on myself.
... fair enough. Cadere?

Verradd begins to hear a strange sound. Looking at it's source, he sees me - playing a strange, dream-like tune. Verradd, make a saving throw.
Guessing my luck, this won't make it?
Not unless you can beat a DC 17.
Fine. That's a... GORILLA. 16.
You feel sickened, and suddenly nauseous. Roll all ability checks and saving throws with disadvantage.
Alright. Quirail, your go.

I roll to disrespect Verradd.
Uh... okay. Roll... Intimidation?
Hah! Natural 20!
Nice. Verradd feels so disrespected, it's actually respectful how disrespectful you were.

Verradd, would you like to go?
Yes. I look around me, and use anything I think might be able to help.
You desperately pull out a scroll and read it. A rift into the real world begins to open up, and Verradd - you, amazed at your luck, you dash through.

The rest of you stand irritated as your quarry escapes through the portal. Looking at each other, there's only one thing left to do: follow him in.

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Although having sustained heavy damage, the Godmodder's returned to the realm of before the turn, with severe psychological stun on his person. It couldn't be real - yet it's real. How could charcters - figments of an imagination - deal so much to him? Stunned and confused, the world left behind has served one of it's two purposes, floating ominously beneath the clear plane of force that everyone is fighting on. Though much of the world is left colorless, the small beacon of color - the First Kingdom and it's capital city - shines brightly as an omen of what's to come.

Now, with the stun done, It's time for me to land my final blow before stepping off to the sidelines to watch the rest. I summon a small, 20 sided die, glowing orange with arcane power. Holding it, the dice's numbers begin to turn magenta as I invoke the game that's inspired so much of this attack - Dungeons and Dragons. Everyone rolls initiative, the order falling in that of the posts. Verradd rolls a 1, quite obviously.

As my turn comes to pass, with the ones above already having passed in the term of their posts, I decide to roll to hit, and get a 20 as the Infinileaf Clover kicks in. The critical hit with a heavily enchanted staff begins to unleash it's power directly into the Godmodder, dealing :̵͎̙̈|̵̹͖͝\̸͇̂̆:̷̧̼̈;̴d10 damage as my characters stand behind me. Valeros casts some of the mighest spells he knows as swarms of meteors begin to rain down, all centralized on the Godmodder. Cadere plays a song, entering into heart-wrenching chords, harmonies, and astounding melodies - ripping his very heart apart from sheer emotional pain. Cadere uses untold magic of ancient dragons as the Godmodder is bombarded with a barrage of sheer elemental attacks. As I roll damage, the Infinileaf Clover takes effect. As the number rolled determines damage it maximizes. Every dice hits a 10, dealing the maximum amount of damage possible. My characters, legends of their own, stand behind me, watch with me as the maximum damage output applies, and I transcend it beyond D&D statistics - applying it directly to the Godmodder's health bar and dealing exactly that... the maximum amount of damage possible.

Breathing heavily, I admire my handiwork.
That... was the largest attack I've ever created.
My god.

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I look at Scott, but she's a girl. The Godmodder, reeling from the sheer force of the damage dealt to him at one time from one attack, is wide open. Don't let this go to waste, Twin! You've got this!

Click to shrink...

(OOC: And thank YOU, for being such a great Player! Not just Torix, but all of you!)

As the incredibly powerful magic spell soars towards the Godmodder, Reality stops with a record scratch a millisecond before it lands! Verradd/Verraad's voice plays in the background.

"Yup, that's me. You're probably wondering how I got into this situation. Well, that's not important right now. What is important is that, while this attack will land (and will really hurt), the Players must surely be running out of steam. From here, I'm sure, things will only get better. In fact, if I look ten minutes into my future, I can clearOH GOD OH NO OH SHIT OH-

-snip- BUT SERIOUSLY GO READ THE POST RIGHT NOW, ITS AMAZING AND WELL-MADE AND FORMATTED IN A SUPER COOL WAY AND GREAT OVERALL, GO READ IT, NOW

And Scott but it's a girl died. Her form came undone, destabilizing into a fractal of ten thousand colors as her essence was reclaimed by whatever forces still governed this plane. There was a flash of light as the balance of the Players was restored, but Victory by Ablation and I did not turn away. As the light settled, and the afterimage of Scott but it's a girl's smile burned itself into our retinas, two pieces of bread and a slice of cheese were left floating in front of the Godmodder. Victory extended an arm, grabbing the cheese. I extended an arm, grabbing the bread. Sliding my hand into my chest as though I was made of liquid, the bread slices affixed themselves back to the other half of my soul, recreating my soul in earnest. I look at Victory by Ablation, our lenses holding the remnants of both timelines in their frames. "Thank you," I tell him. And I mean it. Genuinely. If this really is to be my final action, it was one that I couldn't have done without him. I walk away from the Godmodder, leaving him alone. I'm not about to throw some last-ditch grandiose effort at him. It's not my place. After all, I swore off the DTG series years ago, didn't I?

Instead, I walk across the field, to the crowd of Players, whether they were links in this chain or not. Stars gleaming in my eyes, I size up Piono. Looking off into the distance, I extend my arm out, mime my hand turning into a gun, and fire. "Bang," I say. A door spontaneously blinks into existence, already open. An endless stream of stars in every possible configuration possible broadcasts itself across the battlefield all at once. It is not an undying, blinding light, nor a corrosive, nightmarish void. It is a perfect counterbalance. A synthesis of narrative and conflict, of light and dark, of war and peace. It is every story ever told, all wrapped up into my own. I put my hand on Piono's shoulder, my glasses gleaming. Piono feels something added to his inventory — a miniature piece of the Green Sun and the Red Moon, ripped from the remnants of both timelines. Perhaps Piono's about to ask how I still have them, but I speak regardless. "From one narrative to another," I say before walking back into the stars. "It's all in your hands." I don't look back as I head through the door.

Then I disappear.


Thank you.

Click to shrink...

Two epilogues. Two fates. Two choices - but both are chosen. Two opposites. Two Realities. But one thing remains consistent through it all...

The Godmodder has a VERY bad day.

OBSCENE DAMAGE TO THE GODMODDER!
OBSCENE DAMAGE TO THE GODMODDER!

Somehow, amidst the pain and suffering, the Godmodder's already-weakened and rapidly-failing defenses allowing him to experience far more of it all than he normally would, and yet live anyways, one word can be heard:

WWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?!?!

(The reason, of course, is the same as the Red Truth about the Godmodder.)

The job done, or as close as its going to get, you disappear. Back to whatever afterlife you came from to begin with, and MORE than appropriate aid rendered.

(OOC: Truly phenomenal attack. This must be the best attack ever. Thanks to Eternalstruggle's camera, youtuber-watchers shall be enthralled by it for many years to come. They'll stop being enthralled when the attack footage is remastered into a feature-length movie of the two epilogues, which then becomes the seventh-best selling movie of all time. The other six are also about Godmodding wars.)

The Godmodder is barely hanging on. That attack felt like an eternity and a day, but really, it took almost an hour!

Eyowe simply sits there as the Godmodder/Verraad/John Smith/Blep is put through an entire contribution combo. If he just so happens to have the gall to somehow survive through that, or try to do some sneaky deaky move on his final breath, he is reminded that he is Blep, and a certain something is in schedule for Blep.

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AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

I hit the most toxic, stinkiest, virulent dab of all time.
children run in fear
my parents run in fear
birds flee from their nests
the expansion of the universe speeds up dramatically, so completely scared of the absolute world killer event that just occurred
and to those of you who ask who I am,
Joe mama

this attack is indiscriminate, everyone is in range

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The Godmodder instantly dies! Is what I would say, if the Godmodder had instantly died, instead of you instantly dying (note: You have instantly died.)

Action 1: Whats up everybody? I know the conclusion already, its written on paper. Literally.

The Godmodder is Killed.

The End.

Wow, that was fast.

So finally you acknowledge our existence, Godmodder. It only took like, how many updates? How many shenanigans? Its almost like we were just here trying to prove to you our competence this whole entire time. And it seems you made a few fatal mistakes, but the most ironic thing is simply your defeat. The Godmodder, destroyer of worlds, distorter of reality, devastator of creativity, to fall by simply... Himself. He is the cause of his own defeat. Immensely powerful in all power. The Most Powerful Godmodder. The Most Powerful Opponent. The Most Powerful Being. Felled by himself. Destroyed by his own incompetence. By their own twisted desires. How funny! Do I need to even list your crimes against reality? Sure, why not. Your heart obviously is set in stone.

Now um... I don't know when to start. Chronological order, maybe? What did you even do first? Your really making it hard on me to do this, Godmodder.

You Stared At Captain.Cat Evily!
The worst of sins, Truly! I don't think I even need to go through the rest of my list after throwing this one out there, but just to be thorough, I'd say we are at a good start.

You Killed A Bunch of Players!
Evil beyond all measure! I mean, you could of just-

Actual Timeline: You decided to go ahead and betray your allies, for what? Power? Pathetic.
Don't you understand our bonds grant us strength!? You should of just went and aligned yourself with them. It wouldn't be bad, If you really just wanted power, you'd probably get it that way, but no, you wanted something more. You desire total control, total self-freedom. But you never considered other people's freedoms? All for yourself? You think your a cut above the rest of us just because you got bestowed with some kind of "Godmodder" title, don't you? You got cocky cause you got some power. Yet here we are, at the end of reality, and you aren't the one standing victorious despite your massive power?

You went ahead and been destroying things
You rebelled against reality. Destroying everything you can see! You think that you can do whatever you want, huh?

Extreme Theft of Many Objects. Especially the Legendary Weapons.
You desired Power. You desired Control. You Desired Legendary Weapons, to further your power. You think such sins would be ignored, huh?

Deaths of countless entities.
You destroyed many many entities in your goal to get power. You understand, as much as everyone seems to think they are, they are just as relevant as the normal non-player-created existences within our world? They are real things. A lot of them have personalities. Gifted by their creators. They are like innocent creations sent against you and your uncreative unthinking mass produced entities, wiped out for the sole purposes of fighting against what have done. Maybe I would forgive you if you had better motives than "Destroy Reality" but um... Next.

Murder of Xerath: Yet Another Betrayal Edition.
So it seems you didn't learn the first time. Because your allies you make are not your friends. You can't rely on them. You are alone, completely and utterly alone in your battle, an its always been that way. Your allies are contracted. Forced. Compelled. When one rebels, its time to dispose of the missing link! But Godmodder, don't you understand? Having actual friends you can rely on would have easily defeated us. But no, you don't have any friends, do you? You can't have friends. Friends are a two-way street, and all you care about is control over everything. If all you care about is controlling your friends, they will meet with an expected response the second they get under your thumb. You are the true definition of a 0 popularity villain. Anyone who likes you is literally objectively misguided and lied to by you personally.

Murder of Morpheus. An absolute power fantasy: Edition.
You control everything. I'm so angry at you for this. (He's back) So this is why you are truly evil. (He's back) And this is why you are going to be put at an end. (He's back) But of course, in the end, (He's Back.) Yet another rejection of your authority. Why the hell did you not see the future coming?

Grand Destruction of Reality^2: Do I even need to talk about this one? Edition.
You destroy reality for your own purposes, in order to create a new reality. You are like a lazy painter, reality is your canvas. You paint your twisted desires all over already, but instead of even trying to change reality, you just want to restart? You, as a part of this reality, want to ascend, and RESET reality, to paint on a new canvas? A lazy painter, that refuses to have even a bit of someone else's work on your painting? That's not right! This isn't a painting! You may have the power to act like it is. But the many lives you've crushed? They were just like you, organisms with complex thoughts, desires, and dreams! You are a crusher of this universe's hopes and dreams! Don't you see? This painting, its not yours! Never been yours! You just have the power to think its yours! That is the power of a Godmodder! To pretend they are the sole creator of a work! To pretend they are the sole painter of a collaborative project!

You refuse anyone's authority! This is why, you destroyed the control of arbiters over reality.
You do your best to destroy anyone else's control over the universe. Decisions made don't matter. You didn't stomp us because you thought our decisions didn't matter. Until they did, and suddenly, you couldn't stomp us out anymore. You think just because you have god-like power, you are invincible, ironically, right after destroying the previous God, with the exact same method. Are you stupid!

You toy with reality. Reality is your plaything to your twisted desires. Life is but a thing to be used for your own methods. All life but you.

But... Something... Different, has happened happened. Life Will Change. Your twisted desires failed to define life. Now we steal your heart.

You see, while you may pretend

It's not a game

I'm not a robot AI challenging you

I'm not a phantom

I'm in your face and

I'm here to see it through

P.S. The Player Thieves of Heart. (Calling Card Sent)

Action 2: 9999999% Security Level? What the hell? How did you even grow that secure of heart? Oh well. Anyfin is Possible. Here we go!

So therefore I proceed to stab the Godmodder in the back. Ironic Anticlimax due to how backstabs are associated with betrayal and Godmodder is literally betrayal incarnate (I mean, seriously: Even the rules of this game tell us the Godmodder is betrayal incarnate.) causes the Godmodder to shriek at the irony of it! I think I'm getting to him! So next I pull out a gun and shoot the Godmodder with it! The Godmodder uses the Reality stone to dispel the bullets! But the gun was fake this whole time and it does nothing! Except reality stone was the wrong stone cause the reality stone only affects reality and not not reality! This causes the Godmodder to be shot!

There. Problem Solved.

Action 3: Something

So therefore I go into the godmodder and do stuff

You see, the Godmodder was actually expecting me to try and steal his heart, so overloaded everything with shadows and all sorts of nonsense.

Solution: Pull 5000 toy nukes out of nowhere (literally). Arm them for a second with a timer. Leave the palace. 5000 nukes go off.

Ashes to ashes, nerd. Just to ensure your dead.

(Note that I reserved the song after the attack just for ensuring song-reading doesn't happen again (not like the song fits at all (Not that the Godmodder understands Japanese) (Not like there is an easy english translation anywhere)))

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The Godmodder, thinking back, realizes: He made a HUGE mistake, after all! He should NEVER have trusted that dirty traitor Xerath! Or Fenix! If he just hadn't done those things, he surely would've won! But, of course, these thoughts are drowned out as you rip Verraad's heart out of his chest, and nuke is to death 5000 times over. The Godmodder's body is sustained only by his rapidly fleeing Godmodding energy. His God/Satan powers? Yeah, he's about to lose control over them.

Unfortunately, the trauma from losing several limbs seems to have severly dented the general's creativity (OOC: Crappy week, tired). But that won't mean I will be doing nothing.

I remember my people. The many citizens of my motherland, the country I served in defense of before the godmodder came. It has been a long time since he first killed me, I doubt many survive as anything more than memories. But here, on this plane, with the Godmodder so exposed, memories alone have power.

I think hard about all I fought to save, all I lost. All around the Godmodder, spirits and ghosts appear of those slain by him directly and indirectly. Furiously, the spectral swarm attacks. Being but images and memories, they are not tough, and the Godmodder can swat them away trivially. But there is a colossal amount of them, and with the Godmodder exposed the great amount of rage and despair the ghosts contain is alone enough to cause him great pain.

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The Shadows, still armed with temporary human bodies (only a few moments left to use them!) land their FINAL ATTACKS on the Godmodder, with every single Shadow getting a chance to poke out his eye, or shatter his kneecaps, or break one of the few remaining unbroken bones!

When every last one has had their fill, they stand back, the Godmodder no longer capable of resisting...

A pretty flower appears. It does nothing.

OC Note: Someone please do something with this, like making it blow up.

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...And there goes the Godmodder's saving throw. Crap.

All actions: I undo one attack, performed by the Godmodder, after the final tribulation. Him being dead, his temporal fixing is lost, so God comes back into existence. Not the Christian God, mind you. That one's a misunderstanding. Actual God.

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While this combo is effective... you lack the power to do something so major. Player Powers are strong, but they are not perfect. This, they cannot do.

We are the Warriors.

(had to snip the posts because some users were having trouble with the quoteblocks making it too hard to scroll through)

Piono stands at the back, waiting. One by one, the others in the chain attack unleash their pieces of the assault upon the Godmodder. Bit by bit, the Godmodder's last-ditch efforts to hold out are reduced to crumbling pieces.


Piono takes the spear from Captain Cat and nods to him, ushering him back as the lightning storm falters just in time for a storm of bullets to erupt from FlamingFlapjack's corner of the field, showering the Godmodder in lead.



Finishing his onslaught, Flapjacks comes back and hands the mother of all bullets, the mighty Retcon Shell, to Piono. Piono takes it and files it away, still watching the field as Karpinsky readies his own barrage.



And with Karp's assault concluded, and the Soul Orb Magnum handed to Piono, the next assailant in the chain launches forwards, Crusher thundering down upon the Godmodder's mind with cataclysmic psionic force.



Taking the psychic amplifier from Crusher, Piono salutes him and turns back to watch as Ender_smirk reveals the true extent of his immense powers revealed during the duel the two of them had a while back.



And as the sunfire fades and Paradox initiates CUTSCENE MODE, Piono files away the crystalline structure handed by him. Piono is rocking back on his feet, he seems ready to do his part but he knows that the others all need to get their say.



Paradox unleashes a storm of fandoms so ferocious that it gives even Piono pause, and as he hands off the great music ball to Piono, Piono feels more and more sure that the combo will work. The Godmodder doesn't stand a chance.



Piono is quite surprised when Francia comes screaming in from another dimension, followed by a horde of immensely angry fictional characters but in the end it serves the purpose of the chain attack perfectly well. He accepts the purple spice with mild confusion, but continues watching the battle as it unfurls with Dragon of Hope unleashing their barrage of strikes with Excalibur.



Dragon of Hope finishes their strikes, and Piono readies Avalon (prepared several rounds ago) in preparation for his own attack while Leah unleashes her unexpounded backstory upon Verraad in weaponized form.



Leah gives Piono the reigns of the remnant of the kingdom of darkness and finally having something to do, he jumps about between the people and soldiers, giving them orders and setting them to specific tasks in preparation for the final moment, barely even pausing to look as The Quiet Watcher does… nothing.



Still busy with the preparation for his final piece in the assault, he gives a quick thank you to Quiet Watcher when they tag out to allow Goldhero and their friends to charge in guns ablaze.



And as Goldhero finishes and steps back, handing the Powerful Callback Greatsword of Hope to Piono, Alastair Dragovich, the hero of Tribulation 4, launches in with his own bizarre mixture of abstraction and friendship to annihilate the last of the Godmodder's defenses.



Alastair falls, his piece in the chain marking the final expenditure of both his power and life. Piono stops and salutes his comrade in arms, and the hero of Tribulation 4. There will be time to mourn later, but honoring his sacrifice should still be done. Not much time can be spared however, as Torix is stepping up and Piono only has a little time to prepare.



Torix, in a little meeting, grants Piono narrative control powers. Piono quickly warps back to the place where the assault on the Godmodder is taking place, but a smile has crept across his face. It's almost time.



Piono blinks, and nods slowly. He knows what Twin means on some level, but he isn't sure how he knows or what it is he knows. But he still knows it, somehow. But that's not the important part. The important part is that it's time. Piono turns towards the Godmodder, it's time to finish this.


Here Til' It's Over
Piono walks towards Verraad, inexorably. Verraad knows what's coming, whether he's accepted it yet or not.

"Verraad. Or, John Smith as you used to be. You are a cruel, petty, worthless excuse for a human being. And this? This is where your story ends. This was always how it was going to end, no matter how much you postured and thought of yourself as some great master strategist, you were ALWAYS one step behind us. Every step of the way the only thing that pushed you forward was cheap tricks and fortune falling in your favor.

Right at the start, when EternalStruggle hit you with your own Yorehammer theft. You zombified him and he STILL beat you over the head to shave a hitpoint or two off your bar. We destroyed the Unsealed Charmzard in one centralized assault, we shattered your precious Soulrazer into a billion tiny pieces and then when you tried to pull the Deleter as your trump card, even with all odds against us through your finagling we STILL wrecked the thing and rollbacked reality in our favor.

When you gave us no out and killed us in the Bank of Actions we made you pay for every inch you took in blood and tears. We tore down your empire from a singular location even as you tore into us and cut us down, only for us to come back from your pathetic soul prison stronger than ever. You survived Alastair's shot during Tribulation 4. You did it just barely, but again you only did it with cheap tricks. Now that your tricks have run out… where has that left you?

Where do you stand against an army of people who know how to work together. Who can match you trick for trick and know how to knock down every single stupid underhanded sleight you can pull. Where do you stand against true determination and creativity, against resolve and actual, REAL power? You don't. You fall, and we rise. We'll be here until it's over, and you? The next stage direction is >Verraad: Exit Stage Death."

Piono launches up into the air and a whirlpool of Player energy swirls around him.
"And most importantly, I'm not alone. I kind of wish I could use my elemental powers to do this, but I think it's only right to finish you off the way we took you down. With the power of friends and relying on each other. Get ready for the final piece of the greatest combo in the history of anything."
Piono looks back at the crowd of Players, both those who contributed to the chain attack and those who didn't.
"In the words of at least one great man. HEY Y'ALL WATCH THIS!"


Final Fall:
Piono floats in the air, and four massive balls of energy spiral around him, pulsing wildly with immense majesty. One of them crackles with green lightning and fire, a singular piece of the mighty Green Sun. One of them drips with awful crimson, a fragment of the Red Moon of Scott but its a girl's legendary final attaack. One of them thuds and pulses rhythmically as it releases ear-shattering music except good. The last of them holds the last remaining vestiges of Alastair's power, vast as that might still be.

First, Piono lifts up Alastair's ball of power over his head. He clenches his fists together and the ball condenses inwards, collapsing in on itself until it is a singular point. A singularity of pure light and energy. Not quite the mythical energy black hole known as a kugelblitz, but powerful in its own right with the searing light it outputs.

Piono strains, and the portions of the Green Sun and Red Moon given to him by Twinbuilder float down into the pulsating point of energy. They twist around the burning singularity and shreds themselves as the energy is sucked out and off into a pair of rings of glowing green and red POWER swirling around the event horizon in a dance of emerald/crimson fire.

Piono strains once more and the music ball floats down to the singularity, and with a slight pop, it merges smoothly, seamlessly. Choruses of electric guitars, dramatic choirs and massive pipe organs echo from the single point of energy as every final-moment appropriate song in reality plays, remixed into a grand final theme for the Godmodder's final encore.


Piono, sweating from the strain, launches the ball of power straight upwards, away from the fight.


Now we find out what he was busy doing while the chain attack was going on. While his player powers could've possibly helped him do it on his own, he wasn't alone. While the others pressed the assault the boon from Leah, the last remnants of the Kingdom of Darkness, formed from the ether by the Godmodder purely to be the tortured plaything of the king of the Sealed Throne, now they would perform one last miracle. Using the psychic amplifier from Crusher's portion of the chain, they had all gathered together, and assembled a grand contraption.

At the heart of this grand machine was the energy projector attachment, latched onto a grand engine of pure power and psionic amplification. The energy projector attachment reaches up as the great ball of light that Piono threw into the air comes back down, and projects a field of stasis energy, latching onto the massively condensed swirl and pulling it in.

The people of the kingdom no longer shrouded in darkness strain with all their might, pulling the screaming, swirling ball of energy ever closer. One by one they are forced to disconnect, pulling out of the apparatus before it can kill or permanently harm them. But they've done enough.

The energy projector attachment screams with the strain, crackling and pulsing with power, shattering mere seconds after the deed is done. But the energy has been placed. The Red Spear of Lightning from Captain.Cat's action has been imbued with new life. The spear is a spear of lightning no more.

THE SPEAR OF RED DEATH stands in its place.

Piono grabs the summoning crystal that ender handed off to him and shatters it against the spear, the entire thing clattering into pieces on the ground as crystalline sunfire of a grand intensity beyond anything ever seen before in the war swirls into the shape of a massive dragon. Piono grins, grabs THE SPEAR OF RED DEATH and hops aboard the dragon.

The Godmodder, far below, is wondering when the cutscene will end when a beam of pure DEATH slams into him, knocking him back a suitably large distance and causing him to roll right into the incoming blaze of crystal fire. Verraad shrieks as the flame consumes the last vestiges of his defenses. Piono leaps off the top of the dragon and slams down from the heavens, impaling the Godmodder fully upon the tip of the spear. Piono whirls him around, leaping into the air as crackling death energy pours down the length of the spear into Verraad, blasting him over and over again and keeping him stunlocked so he can't do anything to prevent the incoming attacks.

Piono spins around so fast as he rises in the air that the air around him whips into a whirlwind, the air battering Verraad until Piono whips towards the ground, slamming Verraad into it with a sickening crunch. John Smith feels his ribs snap. They don't patch up this time.

The Godmodder pulls up the last of his power, and stands up, trying to grip the spear only for piono to surge forwards and slam into him with Avalon. The power of the great shield which Dragon of Hope handed to him blasting a pulse of energy that launches The Godmodder away.

The Godmodder isn't impressed, and without time to speak launches all his power. Railguns that fire railguns that fire nukes. Entire planes of existence conjured into being and thrown at Piono and his dragon. Piono simply holds up Avalon and a gleaming dome of gold ripples into existence around him. Every single attack shatters against the bulwark, breaking into too many pieces to be a threat. The Godmodder screams and hurls more and more after Piono, only for THE SPEAR OF RED DEATH to scream through the attacks, punching through them conceptually at base and shattering them as thoroughly as Avalon's defensive power did. The Godmodder has no time to react before the spear runs him through, pinning him against thin air. The dragon of crystal fire spins up into the air, circling around almost in the shape of a grand ouroboros of multicolored fire

And then it implodes, a central point of light that Piono leaps up and bats right at the Godmodder. Even with all of his nearly unlimited power, the Godmodder feels the flesh searing from his bones. He's melting away in the great searing, purifying light.

While the ball of great fire consumes the Godmodder, Piono looks at a certain something in his palm. A small vial filled with a purple spice.
"Well, here goes something."
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
*what follows is an intense match of tennis for control over the fate of the universe and the Dungeon Master powers. It's not relevant here, because Piono wins 3-0. I simply thought it would be a fun note.*


On Verraad: An Intermission

"Once upon a time, there was a man named John Smith."

The Godmodder looks up. He's in a blank space.

"He was the lamest man alive."

A dunce cap appears on his head, along with some broken fake glasses and crocs with socks on his feet. There would be more but I can't be bothered.

"John was so lame that even after he gained unlimited cosmic power through cheap tricks and unreasonable amounts of luck."

The Godmodder tries to find an exit, but he can't. It's almost like his powers are gone. He feels very unlucky, as if he's rolled five hundred 1s in a row. He tries to move forward and promptly trips on the shoelaces of the shoes he left at home. He faceplants hard enough to destroy a small country, unfortunately there aren't an small countries around so he just destroys his own face.

"He used that unlimited cosmic power to take out his anger at his own lameness on everyone else."

John attempts to stand up, but he can't. The weight of his sins is too heavy on his back. They crawl all over it. Like a bunch of spiders. Eugh, glad you're not John Smith huh?

"Then, when a group of people who actually knew what they were doing finally came along, he managed to kill them through sheer BS. Twice in fact, he did it twice."

The audience boos. Everyone hates John Smith, the lamest man in existence. Killing the heroes of the story based purely on fiat and luck.

"But now, the tables have turned, and he still can't accept the simple truth."

John Smith attempts to push himself up. His arms go through the floor and get stuck instead. He tries kicking off the ground but his foot snaps off instead. He tries to use his tongue aerobic excercise to push himself up. His tongue shatters instead. Too many nat fails are bad for your diet kids.

"John Smith, you are the worst SOB to ever disgrace our reality and no one is going to mourn your passing."

John Smith promptly fails his breathing, heart pulse, and being alive checks all at once. Causing every organ in his body to implode. We already did this one with Alice, but we're doing it again because John Smith is JUST THAT BAD. In fact, so bad that all of his organs EXPLODE too, causing a massive explosion that sends the last remaining pieces of John Smith (so basically his kidney stones) flying out of the mini dimension I trapped him in with my narrating powers, and ripping straight through the fabric of reality to rip a hole out of the shadowy dimension our final battle took place in, depositing him (and the rest of us) back out in the Hexagonafield.


Bookends:


"It's time to end this."
I pull up the Soul Orb Magnum as handed to me by Karpinsky. I take out two pieces of ammo. A special MTT BRAND SUBSTITUTE SOUL ORB and the mighty Retcon Shell. Two of the most dangerous pieces of ammo ever created. I combine them together. I don't have to describe how, my natural 20 roll assures me of that.
I raise it as John Smith slowly picks himself up off the ground and fire.

Bang.

The sound is surprisingly quiet, but it can be felt for miles. The sheer weight of what is being done and undone in this singular moment ripples outwards. Everyone feels it. Everyone feels it down to their very souls. John Smith goes flying, his essence already disintegrating before everyone's eyes that are able to track his motion.

I pull out one final piece of weaponry, and leap after him. The Callback Greatsword of Hope shall be the final instrument of his destruction.

Far away, in a distant corner of the Hexagonafield plagued by magma flows, rivers, mountains, and various other geological anomalies, there lies a puddle. It is an unassuming puddle, only notable in that once, a very long time ago, the first entrant into the final round of combat with Verraad landed facedown in it as their entry to the Soul Orb.
The puddle that captain.cat landed in is, against all odds, still there. In one piece (as much as a puddle can be one piece) despite the utter devastation the entire realm has undergone.

Far above it, the Godmodder sails. Disintegrating faster and faster until finally, Piono appears just ahead of him.
"Game Over Verraad. I told you before, and I'll tell you one last time.
You're a punk, and this is where your story ends."
The callback greatsword slams into the disintegrating remnants of Verraad's chest, and he and Piono spiral downwards at an alarming speed, all horizontal movement canceled exactly, precisely above the puddle.

The Callback Greatsword is expended in the greatest callback of the entire war, the puddle that was the first thing the first player ever saw is the last thing the godmodder ever sees as he's rammed into the puddle at Mach 10 and the last vestiges of his form are obliterated on impact.

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As you tear a hole through the Planes, the Players follow you through as you deliver the final blow! Everything comes together, all of it, into that final hit! FINALE COMBO COMPLETE!

The Godmodder falls.

There is no sound. No nothing. He doesn't take a breath.

Each atom of his body is flowing with pain. The pain that can only be felt by the most powerful Godmodder in history being destroyed by the most powerful combo attack in history.

He attempts to say something. To let loose some grand speech. But nothing comes to him.

As he approaches the puddle, his eyes reveal his thoughts in full:

"OH SHIT"

He hits the puddle, dissolving immediately into Verraad-shaped ash!



25 DAMAGE TO THE GODMODDER!

GODMODDER DEFEATED!


And so Reality was freed.

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