Defeat The Godmodder

[Moniker]

(OOC: Thanks, all of you! I'm really happy that you enjoyed it all. Now, do note, the next "turn" didn't start until now - some of you tried to bug off a bit early! This update is your last major chance to interact with the world of DefTG. You'll have a chance to write an ending for yourself too, don't worry!)

"Well then." ES turned to look up at the sky. "To fallen comrades." He gave a thumbs up upwards. In a more cartoony world, faint images of the fallen would appear in the sky.

Then, he frowned, as he continued looking at the sky. "Oh yeah, all this crap." The sky was a bright mess of planes, stars, and planets. "Yeah we'll need to clean that up, fast. The Hexagonafield could collapse any second now. And it just ain't right keeping it all here."

He hummed as Amelia stuck out her tongue, framing various planets. "Picture this, sir: we use the last vestiges of our power to gate the planes together, so we are not too restricted in movement after our energies are spent."

"Great idea actually." He nodded in thought. "Not all of us come from Earth Prime, so if we want to go home but stay in touch, that might be necessary. Especially so I can get my sweet ad revenue." He began playing back the footage his high-tech setup had obtained, grinning madly. "Oh yeah that's the stuff. Dare I say it, this will look good online. Wouldn't want the masses to miss out on how awesome we were."

"We didn't participate in the attack, though." Amelia pointed out, gesturing to their distinct lack in the footage.

"True, but I've had my moments in the past, I'm satisfied. And don't tell anyone back home, but I actually like money. So I got something out of it."

A momentary pause as ES adjusted his jacket and sunglasses. "Funny thing, the world's a lot more our own now. Every higher power but us is dead, and we'll lose our abilities soon enough. Maybe something will come back from the dead to rule, yet I can't help but wonder if it's better this way."

He swept his arm low, then around, indicating their surroundings. "Satan was Satan, the Arbiters had a civil war, God was well intentioned but his actions had consequences, the Corporation were a hypercapitalistic blight on reality, I don't think anyone cares either way about the death of EvacuCorp, and the Godmodder goes without saying. I don't know, maybe the Architects had a point. Maybe society's better off with no gods and no masters. Maybe all we should rely on is each other."

He began walking forward to the other players. The Combo Lords, Xerath, Cybil, the living Earthers, even Alice. Amelia coughed, reminding him of something.

"Oh yeah, I never actually said who I was."

He extended his hand for the group to metaphorically or literally shake. "I go by ES here, but the name's Richard. Pleasure to meet you in these peaceful times."

Click to shrink...

The greatest mystery... will it ever be solved? You check your drivers license, which you've had the whole time. Maybe it reveals that your true true name is "Richard McButtFace". Or maybe it doesn't. Who knows?

OOC: VICTORY SCREECH!

In character, however, things are more somber.

Phew, we won...

With Verraad dead, much of the General's remaining strength leaves him. Regular strength, of course, for the long struggle has exhausted him physically and mentally and with Verrad dead the adrenaline is starting to wear off. But the player power, too. DAMN THOSE COWARDS! There is still enough left for him to patch up the severe physical wounds, but it is fading quickly. Any dream of him using it to repair his home country is just that, a dream. Courtesy of the cowards that thought the prolonged existence of power guaranteed the victory of tyrants. His some country.... The General wonders aimlessly for a while, before coming up on a small-ish craft. what type it is, who knows? Once the General has confirmed it is in a state to fly among the planes, he cares not for details. He climbs aboard, using the last remnants of his powers to hotwire it, and takes off.

He flies, nervously, in the direction of his home. Perhaps there will be something recognizable there, a chance to still live with those of his people he did not fail to protect. Or perhaps Verraad destroyed it all. What then? Perhaps he will try to return to the LIVE Space Station, the one other true companionship he has had. Perhaps he will wonder aimlessly, until something else emerges.

But for now, it seems the story of General Řehoř Urist is over.

Click to shrink...

As you're about to leave, someone puts a hand on your shoulder. Something is happening with the Godmodder's corpse...

I wake up once again from paperwork involved injury... only to find that I missed out in participating in the COMBO ATTACK to end all combo attacks. The end of the conflict that was a Godmodder war, only to be defeated by something as paperwork...

Even as we celebrate the victory of the Godmodder losing here and now... I can't but feel regret.

Grasping onto the paperwork that had delayed me long enough, I slowly walk over to submit it and spend the rest of the time just contemplating what I could have done and my entities' thoughts about it all...

Click to shrink...

For your glorious paperwork dedication, Evacucorp has a position for you! Or... well... never mind, actually.

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Above you, you see Cybil and the Shadows floating in the air, the Shadow Agitator in Cybil's hands. But the Shadows are no longer angry. All of them, Cybil included, are fading away.

Cybil: Thank you.

Cybil: With the one holding us dead, we... can go to our proper afterlives.

Cybil can't say much more. His body, along with his fellow Shadows, fades rapidly, dispersing to heaven or hell - mostly heaven. Even in hell, they are still better off than in the Godmodder's prison. Maybe, over the eternity they have left, some shred of their original selves can be regained...

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The other Players, having sensed your and Verraad's re-entrance to the HEXAGONAFIELD, show up.

Jamie: DID YOU WIN!? TELL US NOW!

Altair: Do we need to fight the Godmodder with our last bit of strength!? Did all of you die!?

They arrive, and you point at the puddle. That's Verraad now. Or, no... John Smith. You'll put that name in the history books. He doesn't deserve to be remembered by his COOL name.

Cera: The entities we were fighting at Yorefortress either gave up or disappeared outright a few turns back. Most of what was in the stasis machine is slain, but from here, we can-

Ash: Cera, relax. We've... we've won.

All your eyes are drawn to the puddle, as movement occurs.

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Verraad's ashes, floating in a tiny, pathetic puddle of water, stir.

From them, a little blue wisp rises up, before forming into the shape of... the Godmodder? Is he still alive?

No - this is the Godmodder's soul. Turns out he did have one, after all.

The blue wisp forms into a transparent apparition of Verraad, looking like him, but... less malevolent. Still looks like a jerkweed. This is... John Smith.

His soul stares at you, before realizing what's going on. He looks down at his "body", a pile of ashes floating in some water.

The realization slowly washes over him. As it does... his face assumes an expression of PURE RAGE.

"How... how... how DARE you.

Ever since I was born, my life has been SO HARD. My childhood was BORING - I didn't get kidnapped even once! For my birthday, I got ORDINARY presents! My entire life, I've struggled with boreditis, a fear of being bored (self-diagnosed, thank you!), and I've been discriminated against! I worked very, VERY hard to get where I am!! I trained under a proper Godmodder, I struggled as a Player, I did EVERYTHING I COULD!! And despite it all, despite it all, DESPITE IT ALL, you know what KEPT HAPPENING!?!?!

YOU!! You stupid, moronic, idiotic, unceasing, cockroach-like stupid bad-looking blathering PLAYERS! I worked SOOOOOOOO hard to be a Godmodder, but APPARENTLY no matter how hard you work people will ALWAYS want to take you down! I was trying to live my best life, but no matter what I did, Players KEPT SHOWING UP AND RUINING EVERYTHING, using your stupid, COMPLETE OVERPOWERED abilities granted by MR GOODY TWO SHOES CHRISTIAN GOD MAN (what a jerk!), until I could barely do ANYTHING because YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE!

I KILLED YOU! NOT ONCE, EVEN THOUGH THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN MORE THAN ENOUGH! I KILLED YOU TWICE! TWICE!!!! BUT BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL APPARENTLY SO GREAT AT EVERYTHING, YOU ESCAPED THE PRISON I SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO BE INESCAPABLE (so stupid!) ! I HATE YOU ALL! IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, I FINALLY WOULD'VE ACHIEVED ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS, AND WOULD'VE BEEN ABLE TO NOT BE BORED FOR JUST ONCE IN MY LIFE! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!

SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU -"

While John talks, tears streaming down his face, you think of an appropriate counterargument.

You walk up to John and punch his soul in the face.

GODMODDER SOUL OBLITERATED!

No afterlife for that guy. An eternity of torture would be far too little - much better to remove him from existence entirely.

You scoop up the Godmodder's ashes. Better make sure these get sorted properly. First, you stomp on the ashes, then set on them fire, turning them into ashes of ashes. Then, the ashes of ashes have all their molecules split back into atoms, and the atoms reformed into gold. The gold is then minted into gold coins, and the gold coins are traded in for cash with a local gold investment firm, and then the cash is used to buy essential oils! Now, the Godmodder's body is gone forever!

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Alice: In the end, it was just like we thought. He was a truly pathetic person.

You look behind you to see Alice and Xerath. They must have warped in while John was screeching.

Xerath: You did it. All of Reality is so, so grateful.

Xerath: And... I'm grateful too. You... saved my life.

Xerath: But we can't celebrate yet.

Xerath: We're ready, Players. Alice and us both will use every last drop of power remaining to set it all right.

Alice: We'll put every Plane back in its proper place, and get them out of this stupid field.

You look above you. The planets and stars still hover, held in place just barely. You can barely see the blue hexagons of the "ceiling" through them. The Evacuation Directive finally completed, only to be undone so fast. Here's to hoping there'll never be a legitimate reason why its needed.

Alice: Player or Godmodder powers alone couldn't do it. But... if Players and a Godmodder combine their strength, then... we should have enough.

Altair: I imagine we'll lose everything we have left of our power, too.

Xerath: I imagine so, too. We'll be reduced to normal humans.

You suddenly feel... so exhausted. All the fighting, and your Player powers have been draining the whole time... the adrenaline high of the final fight is wearing off quickly. You don't have long.

There's a brief pause. You feel like something might have happened right about now, but thanks to your choices, it won't. Well. It's probably for the better.

Alice: There is good news! Godmodders are one of the few entities... well, the only remaining ones, really... the only remaining one...

Alice: ...

Xerath: Alice.

Alice: Sorry. Godmodders can create new bodies for souls. Your soul projections... they won't lead to a very long life on Earth.

Alice: I can give all of you new bodies. That includes those who lost even their soul projections - Ranger_Strider, Strider626, and Alastair. All of you can be alive again!

Alice: The alternative is to just let yourself get sorted into heaven/hell once your Player powers go away... I wouldn't do it, but its your choice...

Some of you are quite happy at the prospect of getting a body back. You can live out a nice life on Earth! Perhaps you'll write a book, or give speeches...? The government was offering a generous pension for Players who survived a fight with the Godmodder, maybe you can get that, retire nice and early...

Xerath: I sent out a contact and a teleportation device to the "real-world Players". They should be here any minute, or what's left of them at least. We'll do this together.

Xerath: In the meantime... if there's any last-minute things you need to do...

Jamie: Oh, yes!

Jamie pops out without even saying where she was going.

This is it. Your last chance to do something, or tie up any loose ends while you still have Player Powers. This final sacrifice will expend your remaining power, but leave you alive, and leave all the Planes where they belong - in their own planes! And from there... well, who knows?

Do you have any last-minute things you want to take care of?

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(OOC: Last chance to do stuff! The next post will be the ending.)

 

[Moniker]

I get in touch with long forgotten past-self and fix up a bunch of temporal loops I had running. Or Void<>Time? Or a lot of things I left laying around.

And I decide to go back, pocket universe various different things left behind by my efforts, plot threads, tvtropes buses, the sort of thing. Like the Super Absol (Absol is my favorite pokemon, so its not surprising I acted in that way) we made leave and convinced to stop fighting and put it in a pocket-harddrive. For reasons. Also I say hi to Morpheus and apologize to Morpheus for giving up, locating him with another invisible past-temporal ghost observation. The game of players and godmodders gets quite tough, its not surprising someone would break. In fact, it should be expected someone in a high-stress environment of warfare would break, when justice, emotions, and logic contradict in a person. Yet another method used by the Godmodder. Good news though, What Godmodder? I think the most pressing question now outside of what happens to...

Whatever is left of reality? The Godmodder really did a number on reality. Sure that nifty robot thing I saw might help but come on. I don't even think with dedicated player support for years at our current power level we'd be able to fix this, let alone deal with the pressing morality questions of trying to do so, and how to do so. There are simply too much, through I might be wrong. Not to mention the whole "Oh shoot we got literally nothing and we are going to run out of power soon." Assuming if Sbrub doesn't become a thing and do it for us, or a sbrub-like, or simply a universe resetter thingy.

It shows truly, that no one ever expected a Godmodder to get to this level of destruction or accomplishment. No one had plans to deal with this. People and gods and arbiters just thought "Oh, lets just have players and godmodders battle it out. Problem solved." Without really thinking of the future consequences or scary potential. A dedicated operation performed by multiple powerful parties probably could of burned out any and all traces of the Godmodder line before this ever got in hand: Instead they talked about non-interference and what-not.

There is no hard solution to this: Player powers are truly quite limited in this regard, for all their power in the moment, powerful long term actions using big giant entities tend to get outpowered by a Godmodder quite easily (through, truly, I would not be surprised if the Godmodder ended up meeting their defeat by the Deleter if that timeline went on and the Deleter ravenously hunted the Godmodder down instead of randomly focusing on random things. But so would everything else sooo...)

However, there is a "It just works" solution to this sort of thing. A Voidship, a type of vessel capable of traveling the void inbetween worlds? Or not. Staffed by a limited construction robots whose sole purpose is to break into the void and grow enough to do so and to maintain the ship and apply upgrades if needed, equipped with Peacekeeper anti-godmodder mind control tech and equipped with the most valuable things out there: My stuff and entities I gathered and a detailed log of the events surrounding the Godmodder and about the Godmodder's and reality. In addition, I add some pretty good sensors capable of detecting changes to the fabric of reality, which activates a time-lock to prevent an attempted reality reset the ship while the sensors continue to detect an attempt to conceptually destroy or reset the ship. This isn't the best way to deal with something like this, but its cheap, at least. I create ftl comms that I can get in touch with the Voidship in case I need to. Its programmed to fly towards universes that experience changes in the fabric of reality constantly, and its powered by...

I really can't think of something to power it. Reality is.... Not in the best state at the moment. How about Krads. I create an anagramimator that converts darks (color) to Krads (Jokium^3) which is a joke. This makes up the elment, Jokium^3 which is the sequel? to Homestuck^2 mixed with a house, a copy of minecraft, and moth memes. Then I just rawconvert player power to start up the engine by putting some into the battery. And I add some solar panels, just in case, because solar panels are the best invention since the wheel. Then I pull together the internetal belief and determination powers of "Big Giant Gun" and Gun attacks are supereffective against enemies that are weak to gun and attach a gun to it. a gigantic monster of a machine gun that fires in space using Jokium^4, made by fusing Jokium^3 with itself, or something. Do I look like a person who knows how math works? Then, I add a witness protection system of the most loyal guards created by the government to guard the witnesses to reality, assuming everything decides to reset again. They are given free will to act and its their job to interpret the sensors and protect the valuable witnesses on board the Voidship.

Then, I summon the greatest of defenses the Voidship could ever have, the "Go to sleep" defense powered by a thousand annoying (and unannoying and awesome!) sidekicks through the most railroading anti-choice power of memetical video game artistry. This projects an immense desire to go to sleep to any hostiles near the Voidship. Even if someone is immune to sleep, like robots, it'll project "You look tired" that makes them irritated, because they aren't tired at all! A perfect way to unhinge your enemy before and during a battle. The "Sleepy Sidekick Club" that powers the defense is located onboard the Voidship in its own area.

Various different entities and allies and friends I have gathered are allowed to leave the device, and a "Digital Storificationinizer" device is created to store and remove entities in and out of the chronostorage of digital space. Speaking of Digital Space, I program an extensive utopia-like playground manipulating coding on a soulualar level, making people within able to manipulate the data. An example of a preloaded game is "Defeat the Godmodder" a game where a bunch of players have to fight against the (Really advanced AI controlled) Godmodder in a soul orb, with lots of plot twists, deaths, and creativity and stuff.

The Most Important purpose of the Digital Setup is to create a data storage assembly of everything that can be broadcasted and spammed everywhere in sight, like a sheriff reading "Here's my will" over and over again in a game about finding the bad guys, repeating it over and over again pointlessly.

So I send it outwards, been alerted by my other self of the future to come? Vagueness is annoying with time travel sometimes. I wonder if it is even the right timeline my future self is talking about. Better safe than sorry.

Maybe it'll get lost and end up nowhere. Who knows. It's a good effort nonetheless I suppose. I name it the Void Absol, after how Absols can sense incoming disaster and were originally mistaken for being the cause of said disasters they predict originally.

Click to shrink...

Your voidship sets out, to begin growing eternally, set to follow a specific directive with little in the way of failsafes. Surely this will not go wrong.

(1,000 years from now, it will become a big problem when a plane government tries to set up an outpost in the void. But never mind that.)

I just sit down in my house, bowl of cheesy popcorn next to me, dog in my lap, nudging my hand. Well, this was fun. We should do this again sometime guys." Grins and does a little salute. " Let me know if you guys find another Godmodder, eh?"

And so I stay there, my vegetables growing in the garden outside, rain softly pattering against the roof of my house, a nice fire going inside. It was very peaceful. I had used the last of my power to mke the weather change to whenever I wanted around the house.

And thus ended this chapter.

Click to shrink...

You imagine sitting in your house, after the last of your power is expended here. Yes, the weather machine is already set up! You've also stocked the pantry with an infinitely regenerating amount of cheesy popcorn. Don't tell Conservation of Energy, they won't like it.

"Alice, thank you for the offer of a new body. I'll be taking you up on that."

Using my Player Powers, I take the entirety of this story, everything that happened that we saw or experienced, from the moment Captain Cat first splashed into the puddle to right now, and place it into a single volume.

"Someone's got to tell the story of this war, and make sure the memory doesn't die out. After all, there might one day arise a new threat similar to the old. A new Cycle of Godmodders, or a Go An Na, or something more powerful still. But if the peoples of reality can see and remember how we stood and fought and won, they will have hope and fight the new threats, in their own time."

"As for myself? I will see that this book is published, archived, double-archived, time capsuled, and in general do anything I can to preserve its contents for the future and make sure that the world understands what we have given them. And then? Who knows?"

Click to shrink...

You create a new book, called "DEFEAT THE GODMODDER". It is a complete dump of everything you've done in the war by you against Verraad. While it will need editing and several abridged versions to balance historical accuracy and being a compelling story, you expect it to sell quite well.

That-Random-Guy looks at the Miniscule Speck of Infinite Potential he made last turn, and shrugs.

"A new body would be good."

This certainly will save a great deal of trouble arranging a non-backgrounder body. The Speck will become a power source sooner rather than later.

Relevance, power, wealth . . . a good life lies ahead, and in all likelihood it'll be (made) infinitely long.

Click to shrink...

You pocket your speck. It'll stick with you, once this is all over. A new, cheap source of energy will be a major boon to Earth as it develops.

I refuse to participate in the final sacrifice except through explaining why it should be easier then they seem think and using rational debate, without any actual player actions being invested- and don't bother with anything about bodies, I made myself another one pages and pages ago, remember? a quite versatile one, actually. And I know player powers can make things good enough for remaining within the non-afterlife plains on the basis that Fred, and on the basis that the last stand 'godmodders empire destroying' actions worked, and probably loads of other things.


When the player powers slowly fade away, if they do, I look back at the infinity charmzard energy. obviously it's still there because there's infinity of it, and that seems like a good source of power for the rest of forever. Obviously, I'll only use it indirectly in case the Godmodder left something behind- charmzard energy heating up something and the heat being used as power, maybe. Does it matter? not really. And while losing player powers will make it harder to turn thoughts into reality, I've set up some pretty good basis-es for it. Nanotech in my second body, design specs from all the Stasis Machines members who wanted to help out(before they got turned loose, I mean.) for basically anything, and so on. And the stasis machine is still in operation. Even if I can't duplicate it directly without player powers, it shouldn't be Too hard to figure out how it works and extend it- the existing afterlives are both wrecked and, near as i can tell, not-so-great...
Point is, one of the pillars on which my power to do things was built may be crumbling, but I possess the faculty to create new ones, and that metaphorical Pillar wasn't the most necessary either- just convenient.
also, if I have enough power with my current player powers to just sorta make the anti-joebob agencies stop working (or make them never target me against because Technically, my name has been JObob since the end of Paradox Billiards), without removing the power I planned for the above or the important parts of the actions i posted before the Godmodder Soul "battle", I do so.

Click to shrink...

You try to duck out of the sacrifice, but Altair knocks you out and drags your body towards the others before you even get started talking.

Altair: We'll have the anti-JOEbob agencies take care of his body double. Hopefully...

Regrettably, the Charmzard energy disappeared the moment the Godmodder died.

Well... I reckon that's that....

Shadrix looks back at the battlefield. He then looks back at the Bill Nye blueprints

So... what are you thinking about?

I wonder... if there is some way I can.....

be right back.

Shadrix goes back to the storage area and opens the door. in the corner of the room, is a beaten Bill Nye. Still there. Shadrix takes him to the workshop and starts taking pieces off of him. He takes off enough pieces to show the core. The core is very cold. Shadrix unplugs the core and sets it on another table. Shadrix then breaths a sigh of relief.

I hope I still have this...

He puts his palms out on the core. His Player Power starts to shine through. He builds a new core. A core that is not dependent on Player Power. The core looks sleek and new. He smiles at his new accomplishment. He then places the core inside Bill Nye. Once that happens, his old body starts to reconstruct itself to the core's design. The new body looks like the Iron Man suit Mark 50 if it was all Black and red in some spots.

You are a player?

Shadrix turns to see a surprised Kirby looking dead at him.

Was.... a player. Not anymore.

I was a player in another Universe... I just saved what was left of my player powers after we defeated a different Godmodder. I didn't tell you because I didn't think it mattered. ....heh... to be honest, I was in the same position as Bill here...

.........

Before... if I knew that I can just fix my mistakes by going to the past, I would have done it a long time ago. But now.... these mistakes. My....failures, they will stick with me until the heat death of the universe. But... they are also what makes me strong.

And... it has lead me to build Bill here.... Sure, This universes' Godmodder was a pain, sure. But it wasn't the real reason I built Bill here...

You wanted to test something... didn't you?

I wanted to see if building a younger, robotic version of me can defeat the Godmodder. And my test was a success. Those fake memories... those were my memories.

He gives a sigh.

No time dwelling in the past. Let's see the finale... again.

Shadrix and Kirby both walk back to the cockpit.

So... how many Godmodders have you beaten in this vast Multiverses? I don't remember.

I have fought against many Godmodders in my millions of years of living... and I won against them all. However this one... was different... in a good way, of course.

Maybe someday you will probably face a Godmodder that is too much for you.

Well, when that day comes...

He looks back at the Communications room

.......I won't be alone.

Click to shrink...

Another quest complete. But how many Godmodders remain, in the multiverses? Science has yet to find the answer.

With John Smith gone for good, (Well seemingly anyway) I take a sit as I feel exhaustion start to take hold. "Getting my body back, Returning home and being able to live out my days would be nice. Not quite sure what I'll do but I can probably find something, Thank you Alice." I say before then shifting to my own thoughts. 'Hmm, lazying around in a rural town for a bit might be nice. Or maybe help with any reconstruction efforts for the damaged John caused, Assuming that there is any damage that needs to be fixed.' Shifting my body a little bit and I cross my legs and place my right hand under my chin as I think a little bit more.

'Hmm maybe first see if there is any reconstruction efforts going on, If there is then lend a hand somehow until it's finished or it's near finished. Then find some place to settle down for some time to relax, Maybe find someone to be with, but I find that last bit unlikely. Afterwards... Eh, Maybe try and become a Astronaut, would be neat.' I muse to myself over vague plans for the future as I sit and I feel my legs start to go to sleep on me. But then looking around I notice the absence of a few people and that leaves one last question that now bothers me.

Forcing myself to stand back up and trying not to wobble I look to Cera. "Say Cera, Did Quinn or any of the Peacekeepers survive?" I have a feeling of what the answer is going to be but I hope that some of them lived. But I am already wondering if any of the remaining power I have left could do anything for them if the worst has come to past.

Click to shrink...

Cera: Oh, that's right!

Cera: Quinn is using the last of his Player Power to turn his remaining handful of plastic soldiers into "real" people.

Cera: Not to imply that they weren't before! I mean...

Cera: I'm sure they'll find their place in the new world.

Well, his situation of birth's a little complicated. Technically he wasn't born to biological parents, but post-revolution still needed a surname. He chose something suitably generic and "citizen of the world" like, as he was but an ordinary man. But Richard Man didn't feel right ("What am I, a Mega Man boss?"), so he went with a synonym, making his full name Richard Person. It just sounded better to him.
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"Rest in the ultimate peace, John. Maybe if you weren't such a noob you could have avoided this fate." Richard mused as he grabbed some essential oils from the shelves of the convenient market.

"Do we... drink these?" Amelia said in confusion.

"Definitely not." He replied. As he went to pay, ES paused before handing over the cash. This cash came from a coin that held the atomic structure of John Smith, a Godmodder. A weighty thing to be connected to such a creature, as he supposed he himself was due to the war. He remembered how he came into the Hexagonafield smirking, working with the enemy for a bit of entertainment. Verraad didn't want to be bored, so technically he fought for the same reason. But what could possess a man to fight for amusement not just temporarily with minor stakes, but in such a large conflict in perpetuity?

Hopefully, he never found out himself.
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"Oh yeah, we're all dead." He said in response to Alice pointing that fact out. "Yeah if you could fix that, that would be ideal personally."

"As for myself," Amelia adopted a stance, crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and focused. "I shall do like I suggested and connect the worlds. We do not all come from the prime Earth." She sucked out some of Richard's power, and prepared to make a network of gently glowing gateways to move between the planes.

"Actually, are you going home?" He asked curiously. "You literally come from the Plane of Zombie Apocalypses. I at least have something worth going back to."

She nodded, completely determined. "I have thought upon it, and I will. With my knowledge, maybe I can break the chains of the cycle, and make it something else. Prevent the many tragedies to come. Maybe I will fail. Either way, I must try."

"Suit yourself. Maybe if your thing works I'll stop by to help." The edgy swordsman smirked and assumed a stance of his own, ready to assist the others in returning the worlds above to their rightful Planes. "Here we go!"

Click to shrink...

And so, Amelia leaves for her Plane. Every Player will head to their appropriate Plane, but inter-plane travel is on the verge of being invented by regular scientists. Visiting each other is soon to be a real possibility.

I ponder.

Do I want to move on quite yet?

"I..."

....I spent so much time forced into Godmodding Wars. Even if I still go out to do selfless things... It's okay if I'm a little selfish, right?

I decide to pray to an angel for approval. God... I didn't want to think about that right now, but an Angel should know if it's okay. I get the feeling it's yes, but... Either I live for myself for a while, or hopefully I can enter Heaven.

Still... while I still have these Player Powers...

I use them to find out who the remaining minor deity is that Verraad missed. I want to make sure things won't blow up in our faces after all of this. I guess I'll use them for looking up all the information I could handle on it/them/him/her. The last loose end, after all this.

I wonder if I'll be able to do anything about it afterwards? Who knows. But I figure, like everything else...

It's worth a shot, right?

Click to shrink...

Your soul is still "defeated", but the others can feel your question.

The minor deity that was missed was the God of Magic and Knowledge, who came to help you in the Fourth Tribulation, and sacrificed himself during the assault on Yorefortress to turn back the tide, losing his powers in the process. He still lives, and perhaps you'll see him again one day.

Piono and Sophia nod to Alice.
"We'll take the bodies. It'd be sorta dumb to have fought so hard for a happy ending and then pass up the chance to keep it."
Piono stops to think for a moment.
"...Am I going to keep any of my elemental powers? I know that's a weird thing to ask but I was never actually... a real person. I started my life as a player entity and"
Sophia puts a hand on Piono's shoulder.
"Hey, it'll be okay. Whatever happens next we can face it together."
"...yeah. Okay. Thank you Alice, whatever it is you do for us."

Click to shrink...

Alice: Got it. Bodies coming right up for... most all of you, it looks like.

"I'd appreciate the new body," I say.

I take one last look at the battlefield and let out a weary sigh. I slowly sit down on the ground, suddenly feeling the weight of exhaustion bearing down on me. I look down at myself, at my bloodstained armor and tattered cloak. I'm in pretty rough shape. I'm surprised I'm still clinging to life.

"Y'know, I was kinda looking forward to being able to retire after all this. To finally have a time of peace in my life. I've basically been living a life of war and bloodshed for the entire time I've been alive. Just drifting around aimlessly, bouncing back and forth from one army to another, fighting for this cause or that, really just trying to find some kind of purpose in life."

I chuckle slightly, wincing as one of my wounds starts to ache.

"That's part of the reason I got involved in this godmodding war in the first place. It seemed like an opportunity to do some good, and find something to do with myself, at least for the time being. I was expecting to go back to wandering after this, but..."

I smile faintly.

"...honestly, I've gotten a little attached to all of you. I know I wasn't here for very long - certainly not as long as most of you - but I had a real sense of camaraderie with you. It felt like I finally found a place where I belong.

"...I'm getting kinda sappy, aren't I? Well, I'm sure you all get what I'm trying to say. I'm pretty fond of you all, and whatever happens to us next, I want to say that I've never been prouder to work anyone else. If I could go back, I wouldn't change a thing."

I look to the sky, my eyes lighting up ever so slightly as I behold wondrous vistas above. It's almost enough to bring a tear to my eye. Almost.

"Maybe it's a little early for retirement. There could always be another threat to deal with, right? I don't know how we'd do things without player powers, but I'm sure we'd find a way.

"Besides, we'll always need heroes. We'll always need someone to protect the people who can't protect themselves. We'll always need a light in the black. Only seems right that I be a part of it."

I take a look at my golden gun, watching at the flames slowly die out. My power is fading.

"Guess this version of myself isn't really a guardian. What about the others, I wonder..."

I shake those thoughts from my head. Best not to trouble myself with the other mes. I trust them to sort their things out. For now, best to worry about this version of myself.

I holster the golden gun, which by now has devolved into a simple hand cannon. I produce a bottle of liquor from somewhere and pop it open.

"Here's to everyone who can't stand here and celebrate with us. We couldn't have done it without you."

I take a swig of the drink, offering it to anyone else who's interested. Eventually the bottle runs dry, at which point I discard it.

"And here's to the future, whatever it may hold for us."

I muster up the strength to toss a single flaming knife into the sky, and skeet shoot it with my hand cannon. The knife bursts in a small shower of embers.

"It's been a pleasure, everyone."

Click to shrink...

A few accept your drink. All enjoy your knife show. Indeed, the world will still need heroes. Several of the former Players will surely become great people in their own right, even without power. There's always much to be done, and many problems to solve - but Reality is safe, and will continue to be for the foreseeable future.

Gold smiles. "Well, everyone, it's been a blast, but I must go! The Timeline needs me! But, before that..." Gold summons a fresh greatsword and sticks it in the ground. "To remember me by! Later!" Gold smiles, waves, and jumps into a vortex, returning him to the New Worlds, where he is preparing for his next adventure... and maybe taking a break. I've been Gold y'all, and thanks for the amazing journey. 'Til we meet again!

Click to shrink...

You prepare a vortex. Once your power is sacrificed, you're outta here!

I awkwardly stop fading away in my cool walk into the distance. I slowly turn around. I walk back to the group.
I supppose I still have some work to do yet. Perhaps designing a system to keep Reality in touch? Bah, who knows. I'm sure I can find something to do before I fix things up in heaven or down in hell.

Click to shrink...

Ash: Please, do contribute to this last fix-up first.

Ash: Once the Planes are in proper place, there'll be OODLES of time for fade-away cool walks into the distance.

Well, first I take Excalibur back from Piono, since he never used it. Then, I just open a portal to my Ash Aragami after saying my goodbyes to everyone. I'll just live in peace with Excalibur and the Aragami, besides, eventually I will have an army in the millions of a Godmodder ever shows up again.

Click to shrink...

Off to the Plane of Dragons! You are their eternal esteemed guest.

....yeah Eyowe is still drinking from his enormous drink. It's positively alcoholic, if that wasn't stated before.

Click to shrink...

Cera walks up and asks to share. You shove him away.

Spoiler: A bit lengthy

Ah, the end of this Player Status is at hand. A short time from now that now familiar sensation will be gone forever. A bittersweet moment within arm's reach.

With a snap I bring back my items, everything that had vanished right before the Finale truly began. Old and new objects sit side by side for one last time within the nebulous confines of my inventory:
And those old items certainly bring forth old memories. One memory especially proves dominant though, a dream of the creation of a particular entity. An existence long since denied by the demands of this conflict.

Hmmm, but can I really create them? A lot of charging had always been a critical component and I don't have the necessary shenanigans to make up for it. The Ore of Orichalcum is immensely powerful but it needs to remain as untouched as possible if I want it to function as a source for continued power growth...huh. There is one method to achieve results beyond actions and creativity.

Well...time on Earth and/or the afterlife wasn't that tempting anyway. I shall die as I lived: creating entities far greater than I.

Pulling the Remnant crypt energy out of my inventory I take a moment and breath upon the esoteric energy that once granted the Crypt of the Ancients its ability: boosting undead entity creation. I solidify the energy into an arrow of pure darkness...and plunge it into my chest until it penetrates even my very soul.

The pain only quadruples as the Remnant crypt energy is soaked up into my soul where it begins condensing into an array of crystals. A formation of crystals that begin sapping away at the soul they reside in.

"Yes...yes." My words slur as my soul acts as the foundation for a newly forming entity.

Necromantic energy intensifies as my soul fuels its growth, a mass of crystals slowly shifting into a more human form. Anyone peering into my ravaged soul soon find themselves able to comprehend the being being created by my efforts. A being tied inherently to the domain of death yet...somehow not. A entity of death whose very essence contains the kind of life energy you'd expect to find in a human, capable of emotions, joy and...life despite all expectations. A system of life meant to define the who aspect rather than the what aspect.

With the development in progress, my focus turns to the Ore of Orichalcum. The Ore of Orichalcum is a powerful item, able to grant a Player a minor power boost with its sacrifice. Now, I burn the Ore but not for a power boost. No, I instead condense that potent energy and form a relatively simple shell to contain it.

And this newly christened Core of Growth is placed where the heart would be in the largely complete being held in my barely intact soul. Once the entity is out and about, the shell will act as a valve for the contained energy, slowly letting the energy escape at a controlled rate. If turns still mattered, it would be akin to a stat/ability development every turn and with the source used the entity will be able to grow stronger and more versatile simply as time goes by.

Of course, once that's finished the entity awakens. Eyes open as I project my mind directly into my soul, effectively astral protecting into my barely functioning soul. Normally that's a fairly reckless move but at this point...it hardly matters.

"Greetings and welcome to existence, Master of Death." My mind self declares despite its form shifting and shimmering as my soul gets weaker and weaker. "I am CaptainNZZZ, the Player and your creator. Now, I have simple orders for you. You are to act as the afterlife equivalent to the Temporal Guardian but first, you must grow. This shall be your prime directive until it is achieved: met Rotaz and the Temporal Guardian to grow. Not in power, that will passively happen, but in sentience. Listen to them, obey them, learn from them. Learn to become truly sentient, become a true being whose personality is not a construct of a Player. You must develop yourself as a person before taking your rightful place as the Master of Death."

And down to 10% of my soul left. Short and sweet, short and sweet.

"Always listen to the Temporal Guardian and Rotaz while offering your own advice once you've developed into a person. Work together to avoid the path that ends with the Deleter, be more than mere Player programming."

Mind...fading...soul about to...finish.

"Enjoy your life, for my sake. I planned to create you for so long but I always put it off. The fears of destruction, short term goals and so much more. I apologize for that. Now, Master of Death, true name Elizabeth, go forth and live. As the Temporal Guardian is akin to the dearest of friends, be akin to the daughter I never deserved. Carry on my legacy once you become you and perform tour duties. Stay neutral to the conflicts of others and focus on your own affairs but when a true threat rises...provide aid against those threats. After all, I doubt John Smith will be the last of these kind of threats. For example, don't trust JOEbob."

"Oh," the mind self form flickers in and out of being, "and give my remaining items to the Temporal Guardian. Don't worry, I'm certain the Temporal Guardian will show up once I'm gone. Live well...Elizabeth."

Then with a pop, my soul is fully drained and the rest of my being follows suit, mind and body rapidly disappearing.

Yet before I fade and all that's left is a brand new entity, I manage to get a few final words out.

"Filthy Neutral for life!"

(x3, mortal action, item usage of Remnant crypt energy and Ore of Orichalcum)

Click to shrink...

You pop out before Altair can grab you, thus denying the final restoration your Player energy.

Cera: Filthy neutral!!!

Nonetheless, the Master of Death (naturally represented by a cute anime girl) sets out to meet up with the Temporal Guardian and Rotaz, soon to be released from the L.I.F.E. Stasis Pod. She will act as a guard against those who would attempt to seize complete power and control for themselves for the rest of time.

(OOC: Am I missing sometihng? Why would anyone chose to just go to the afterlife rather than take a chance to continue the life they lived before the Godmodder ruined it?)
(OOC 2: What could we influence herethat wouldn't be just roleplaying, anyway?)

The General perks up suddenly, and turns to Alice. "The Government on Earth is offering pensions? You mean there actually exists a functioning government? Presiding over an economic system intact enough to actually offer and give out pensions?" There is much the general would like to know about the details of this 'government' and its nature. But he doubts Alice would want to give him a long talk about such pedestrian things. But that is all of secondary importance to the fact that he know knows his homeland and the surrounding regions are probably MUCH less devastated than he had though. "There is no choice for me. Give me that new body!" He is quite enthusiastic. He wants something of his old pre-war life BACK damnit!

Click to shrink...

(OOC: For some people, it might best fit their character. As for what you can influence, not much. This is mostly just roleplay. The war is over.)

Alice: Body coming up!

I just lay down on the ground, and close my eyes. Time for a nap now....

I'm tired, but happy.

Click to shrink...

You activate a time-slow field, and nap for a solid 323 days. Finally, you've caught up on almost a quarter of the sleep you've been needing.

''Let's all get wasted after this ! ''

Click to shrink...

Enthusiastic nods all around. Finally, all of you agree on something.

I stop mourning the loss of Le Quack long enough to shout
"I DON'T GET MY POWERS FROM CHRISTMAS! I DO NOT PRAISE SANTA! I EARNED MINE BY CRAWLING ACROSS UNIVERSES! ...although I will admit everyone here is a little OP... wut."
Suddenly I feel like someone did the impossible and stole my Key to the Unknown out of my Archive and ran away while... honking? I start patting my pockets despite not having any.
I go back to listening.
"That sounds like more your problem, you should have done what I do and gone on adventures across THE INFINITE OMNIVERSE ya'know, the one that is INFINITE. Follow in Rick Sanchez Example but without the drinking. Now stop throwing a tantrum, Manchild, and just accept your place by evaporating in a Puff of Logic because you are being annoying."


Just like the Gods in RuneScape. Denied an Afterlife at all on the basis that they had Godhood.


Greeeeat, now there are Gold Denarius floating around. Just what everyone needs... then again minus all the other stuff turning his ashes into cursed gold sounds like something I would do. Alternatively shoving it out into the Void of Unexistence or subjecting it to Vacuum Decay also is something I would do.
(why Essential Oils though?!)


Well I came late and threw a possessed Rubber Duck so I just 'port out just as confused as to how I got here as when I started... then again I have no clue if this part is generalized to everyone or only the ones who died either way I still 'port out.


I pull Replenishing Ray out of my Archive-

Spoiler: Image

-And use the power of Solipsism and Schrödinger Theory to disappear in a flash of light and teleport to a new universe for a new adventure on my own personal quest to relieve my boredom in constructive/destructive ways that was probably what led me to being here in the first place.

Click to shrink...

You prepare a teleportation to somewhere new, but not before joining the circle and getting ready to help. New universes, ahoy!

Leah pauses after her grand attack. And, then, she falls on he back onto the ground, exhaustion overtaking her almost completely.

It's over. Its honestly over. It was so short, relatively-she didn't experience the full, over-two-year grind that some of her allies had. Or worse. But, for some reason, its over. Adrenaline vanishes as the revelation it is over strikes her hard, a hammer of truth to the anvil of reality. Its done. It's finally done. All the stupid journeying across god-knows where, all the running from things she couldn't comprehend, all the confusion, all the Godmodding war-it's been a long, strange, exhausting adventure both mentally and physically, but now it is over.

"Operator, is there a problem?"

"I..."

Leah trails off. What is the problem? She doesn't know where to go or what to do now, and while starring in her own superhero comic or something sounded like a good time, she wanted to honestly be as normal and 'boring' as John Smith claimed to have been. Perhaps it was just because it was the end, and now reality crashed down. She'd have to adjust. Player pension was a thing, sure, and she could probably just secure some kind of adoption, so it wasn't as if her life was going to be in jeopardy when she got back. And even if it was, well, she qualified as a weapon of mass destruction with Omniglot hanging around, Player powers or not.

She gets up off the ground. "I'd like my body back," She says. "Thank you, by the way. I'm almost positive we couldn't have done this without you, even though like, I'm pretty much meeting you now for the first time. Uh, name's Leah." She says, extending a hand for a handshake.

And then something strikes her.

"... I don't have anywhere to go after this. No home or anything, no living family... Just a lot of questions and, well, these. Uh. Could I...?"

Click to shrink...

Alice: Well... I guess you can stay with us for a few days, but you'll have to get your own place eventually. Shouldn't be hard with a pension, though it is a little awkward to give it to someone so young...

Alice: What's become of our old house, anyways?

Xerath: No need to pay us, you can just help us with the massive amount of dusting its sure to need...

I apply the essential oils onto some parts of my scales and become a walking aromatherapy disperser.

As I continue, working on my Rave Party Mix, I LOOK deeper and further into the future of this particular Multiverse...

I invoke CUT and open a portal to a place where there were peasants who, once upon a time, I taught how to engage in Spontaneous Disco Rave Party.I call for them to join us, the Godmodder is dead, and we want a final celebration.

I also upon Disco-Chan and Felix to enter the Stage, so as to speak, one final time.

I finish up the Rave Mix...Let's celebrate our Crowning Victory before we go our separate ways ok ??

Click to shrink...

The peasants join you for a few moments, and several of the Players break out in dance! Hey! Celebrate a little! You deserve it.

[Action... wait, hold on a sec.]
There's no point in specifying actions anymore, is there?

I take the opportunity of utilizing the fast-fading player powers to do a few things.

First off, I begin to walk over to the puddle where captain.cat first landed, and where the former John Smith became nothing. About a hundred feet away from the puddle, I establish a permanent gate to this location from Earth, where the linking portal is directly in the ruins of the Final Wall. A stone brick walkway extends around the puddle, and on the opposite side, I raise a slab of pure white marble. Pulling out a searing orange blade, I carve the following words in it:

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Memorial to the Godmodding Wars
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Here is the location where the first of the last began and ended their stand against the Godmodder, John Smith.
May the group of Players who destroyed the Godmodder be remembered, as heroes.

ExoSkeletal - DragonOfHope - Daskter
Eyowe - Strider - Gnich
Crusher - ParadoxDragonPaci - DanganMachin
Captain.cat - FlamingFlapjacks - Eternalstruggle
ThatRandomGuy - Alastair Dragovich - Piono
The Nonexistent Tazz - CaptainNZZZ - General_Urist
GoldHero101 - Karpinsky - The Quiet Watcher
JOEbob - Cephalos Jr. - Bill Nye
Ranger Strider - Winkins - The_Two_Eternities
Torix - TwinBuilder - Victory by Ablation - pope

And many, many more. To everyone who stood before us and with us during the final fight, thank you.

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This... felt like the right thing to do. And... well, now that it's done, I don't really have a purpose.
I think back to my time before I was a mere soul projection. I'm considered dead, and although I could stay around here and move on, I'd... kinda like to prove them wrong.
"Alice, if you could count me in on the whole "having a physical body" club, that'd be nice. I've got things I want to take care of before I move on to wherever I go."

I realize my world is also permanently summoned, and... well, that could be a problem. Not a part of the Evacuation Directive at all, and summoned here under my own will, I need to find a way to either move this and use it later, in the future, or... well, force it back into imaginary lands. I get an idea. "Altair? Alice? While you're moving planets and stars back to their home planes, mind moving this one too? I'd... well, I'd like it to go to the Incipisphere of an absolutely massive session, hijacked by Alpha. Seems like a strange request, but... well, I'd like to do something with this. My journey isn't done yet." I create one last set of warps between my location and the surface of the planet. "I'll take this portal out, don't worry."

The_Nonexistent_Tazz I turn to address Leah and Omniglot. "If you truly have nowhere to go, feel free to follow me. I'm off to go fight Alpha - there's still Godmodders out there, and John Smith was only one of them." I pause, then add something. "I... don't expect you to. We've certainly had enough war and trauma for one afterlife... but still. Options open, but don't feel obligated."

pionoplayer "Piono. Thanks for everything, and thanks for allowing me into the chain of attacks. Hitting John Smith with everything I had is satisfying... and I hope to one day make it even better. I hope to one day be as good at this shtick of fighting Godmodders as you."

Alastair Dragovich "And Alastair... don't worry about being selfish. You've done so much for not only me, but everyone - so thank you. You deserve a break... Oh, and hey. If you ever need anything in the future, let me know and I'll be there. Possibly. Depends on if I die or not fighting Alpha, but I'll try my best to. I wish you luck."

I sigh, and await for the end of this final turn. With affairs in order, the memorial created, and my portals set, there's nothing to do but wait and listen to the reactions.

Click to shrink...

Without the Godmodder's help, the rest of the Soul Orb is likely to begin crumbling, reverting to its original state, or... well, who knows what. Still, this location will be preserved, and likely visited often.

Xerath: Don't worry. We'll make sure every world is taken care of. Not one world or Plane will be left in the Soul Orb when we're done.

Am a soul and gonna try and get some cool reincarnation
Hehehe Aqua~~ ahem
On to more serious matters
I see what you're doing Joe Bob
And I will help ya
Any power I can utilize is given to Joe Bob so he can retain more of his powers in his new body

Now back to daydreaming about wish fulfilment stories

Click to shrink...

JOEbob is too knocked out to respond. You use your Player Powers to instantly give Konosuba ten more seasons instead. Frankly, this is far better for society.

The Heir looks out across everything around him, and decides to try to do one last thing. The computer setup that has been teleporting around following him appears one last time, and from it, a white spark shoots directly into the Heir. He then seemingly twirls this energy around himself, before making two shafts of a silvery substance appear in either hand, which somehow stay perfectly parallel, no matter how he holds them. He then looks to one of the many versions of Earth, and an instance of what looks like Minecraft. He then begins to channel all of the power he has left into the two spikes. The last of the Purple and Green sun energy he had absorbed during the powerup phase drains into the two spikes, and his hoodie begins to glow with a green on one side, and a grey on the other. "Are you sure this is what you want to do with the last of this power? You know we are unlikely to ever be close enough to recombine, and the chances of you gaining player powers, or any other powers, seems small."
"Are you kidding? You deserve this, after all you had been through. Besides, didn't you hear, apparently surviving this war was the equivalent of winning the lottery if you came from Earth. I can just retire immediately, and live as I want to. You, on the other hand, need a bit more."
"Fine, if you say so."
With that, the two halves of the Heir split one final time. A young man begins to float towards the Earth he had pointed to, while a Minecraft avatar floats up to the Minecraft world they had looked at earlier. Once they reached it, both struck their spikes into a point on the soil, and watched as sparks of energy swirled around them, before shooting off into the sky. In an area equidistant to both worlds, a new world suddenly appeared, while the Minecraft avatar, and a good many Minecraft NPCs and neutral mobs, suddenly vanished. A moment later, the world was thriving with people and animals, and a young man rushed up some steps in a large castle built into a mountain, looking to finally see his parents after so long. Just before his world would be given a new place, he looked to the sky, and waved off in a direction that would seem random to most.
From the Earth, however, another man waved back, before walking back to his home to see a computer setup which seemed fairly advanced, but seemed to barely function, with another computer plugged into it. He said, with a slight sigh, "Don't worry, buds, we'll get you back up and running in no time."

Click to shrink...

And so, the two halves are separated - but despite that, they have returned to their proper places. Individually, they are more whole than before.

This is our last chance. If you want to cause the technological singularity, do it now.

Technically you're the one who's building the factory.

Final Action: I create a factory that creates psychic amplifiers. Eventually, everyone will be able to use it to gain psychic powers, which will help us evolve to a new age.

Click to shrink...

You create a factory! Without your Player Powers to power it, it will eventually run out of energy to produce more amplifiers, and the existing production line will decay. But the handful it does produce will be an excellent blueprint for future scientific development...

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Alice: Alright, everyone. It's time. We've waited long enough.

Alice: It's a little silly, but... to combine our powers... its best if we link arms.

You link arms, narrowly avoiding holding hands.

Everything is quiet. Not a pause filled with dread or fear, but just... quiet. There is no longer a war. Reality's Planes hover up above, and the billions of people on them hold their breaths...

Silently, your power flows through all of you one last time, combining into something greater, as all of you are bathed in a calm blue light that expands, covering first you, but then growing and growing until all Reality trapped in the soul orb is covered in light...

Alice raises her hand, momentarily breaking the chain of linked arms, as all her power comes forwards...

*snap*

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[Moniker]

And everything was restored to its proper order.

Earth, the universe, and the stars were properly aligned once again. The panic that had began once the planet found itself in another world gradually settled down, as various world leaders released statements defining the situation. The war against the Godmodder, whoever it may have been, had never been a secret, but almost nobody had anticipated it would ever reach this scale.

Many Planes had suffered massive damage from being squeezed into the "finite infinite" space of the HEXAGONAFIELD, but thanks to the efforts of the other group of Players, loss of life was minimized. Still, many things were destroyed, and the effects of the fight would forever define the course of history and the ecosystems of the Planes involved.

As the Players awoke, they found themselves in the place they had most desired to return to - some in lavish accomodations, walking out to the cheers of awaiting crowds, enjoying their new celebrityhood. Others in their old homes, and some in other, more obscure places still...

While countless lives had been ended on Earth by the Cycle of Godmodding, humanity did what it did best, multiply and grow numerous. Freed from the yoke of an eternal war against the Godmodder, humanity flourished. Even without Player powers to speed up the rebuilding, technology advanced day by day, and before long, you could travel between the various Planes for as much cost as an airline ticket. Some of the Players achieved important positions in government, while others attempted to hide from the celebrityhood forced upon them. Regardless, all of them would surely go down in the history books as vitally important figures.

With God, Satan, and Evacucorp dead, the afterlives took a while to sort themselves out. Still, sort themselves out they did, and many fairly minor changes were made. Almost every major force defining Reality had been killed, revealed, made powerless, or all three. Humanity's technology will soon surpass all those who remain in power and control. Never again will some great nebulous force thrust their will upon the innocents who never deserved it.

The future has always been uncertain... but a future will always exist. You made that certain.





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DEFEAT THE GODMODDER: CREDITS​

Developer: Moniker

Godmodder Attack Ideas: Moniker

Director: Moniker

Assistant Director: Moniker

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Alice: You know... Xerath... when you fought for the Godmodder, you must have known about the Soulrazer forces, right? Are there any... more, hiding anywhere we need to know about?

Xerath: We don't need to talk about this right now, but... no. I don't think so.

Alice and Xerath sit at their old favorite ice cream shop. It's still running!

Xerath: Let's just... enjoy this.

Alice: I'm sorry, it's hard to finally think about something else. I've just been doing the one thing for so long...

Alice: Especially with those people wanting to lock you up for the rest of your life for your crimes...

Xerath: It'll be fine. The other Players have spoken out on my behalf. I'm sure it'll get sorted.

Alice: ...

Xerath: Hey. We did it. We made it. Whatever happens, we can relax now. We've done our part.

Alice: Alright, alright... you're right. We DID do it, didn't we?

Alice: In the end, I didn't manage to make the perfect world I thought I wanted... but things are good, and they're only getting better.

Xerath: And that's good enough.

Alice: ...

Xerath: I know what I just said, but... I did want to hear about Yorefortress's defenses. What was it like before you conquered it?

Alice: Well, let's see...

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Program Director: Moniker

Enemy Programming: Moniker

Allied A.I.: Moniker

Design Director: Moniker

User Interface Design: Moniker

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*A shot of Go An Na writhing in his cage, the gradual movement of the cage occasionally causing him to touch the wall of Endgame spoilers. Over the course of millions of years, the entire movie will be spoiled.*

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Character Design: Moniker

Writing: Moniker

Railroading: Moniker

Level Design: Moniker

Fancy colors and formatting: Moniker

Sound: Moniker

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JOEbob has the agent cornered.

Agent Y: Please... please... please...!

JOEbob: Now, as I've already enumerated thirty-seven times now, passing under the mistletoe demands a kiss per holiday tradition. There is approximately a 99.9% chance somebody on the other side of the planet has a mistletoe up, so you have almost certainly passed "under" a mistletoe during our time here. Now, in the ancient lost language of the Nuk-nuk tribe, the word "kiss" would be interpreted as a deadly insult, one demanding that you immediately surrender all financial assets to me and serve me for the rest of time-

Screaming, the Anti-JOEbob agent takes out his service rifle and blows his own head off. Just then, two more agents burst in through the door!

Agent A: JOEbob! Your schemes end here!

The second agent takes out a mysterious device and throws it on the ground. It immediately covers the room in a strange green light. JOEbob attempts to argue the device into submission, but he finds he can't speak!

Agent A: That's right - an anti-talk device! Your schemes stop here!

With one well-placed bullet, JOEbob is killed immediately.

Agent B: He'll be back, you know.

Agent A: Indeed. But for now, the world has a reprieve from his schemes. And today... Christmas is saved!

A watching crowd gives out a cheer. JOEbob's plot to rationally debate the leader of the New United States into canceling Christmas is FOILED!

Agent A: Not to worry, ladies and gentlemen. Soon, with our technology, we shall figure out how to end JOEbob once and for all!

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Voice Acting: Moniker

Team Support: Moniker

Jeffrey Epstein: Didn't Kill Himself

Design Advisor: Moniker

Public Relations: Moniker

Beautiful Artwork: Moniker

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Cera: Okay - FIRE!

The Tomahawk V3.0001 missile launches out, slamming right into the Godmodder-brand base. It immediately crumples, the scattered and injured autodroid forces inside fleeing into the awaiting arms of the Peacekeepers - the new military organization, made out of former Peacekeepers and many other soldiers and professionals, dedicated to cleansing Reality of the influence of not just Verraad, but all Godmodders.

Jamie: Looks like it's wrapping up out there.

Cera: Good, let's get back to base for now.

A little while later, the two of them are finally back and have a moment alone. Over the past few months, they've traveled Reality's planes. Verraad's empire couldn't hold itself together even when he was alive, and with him dead and all of his vital forces used up, progress has been astonishingly easy. Everything left his former empire holds is expected to be returned to the hands of less murderous leaders within a matter of weeks.

Jamie: I got an email from Ash earlier today. Sounds like he and Alice are doing great on their project.

Cera: Tell them I'm looking forward to reading it. A complete history of the Godmodders brought to light... even for a non-historian, it would be vitally interesting.

Jamie: Will do.

Cera: ...

Cera: Say, Jamie... can I confess something to you?

Jamie: What?

Cera: I... well, I always wondered when I fought the Godmodder what exactly I was going to do when he was dead. I didn't even have much of a direction in life even before the war started, and now...

Cera: I honestly expected I'd die a noble death in battle. I was really ready to do it, back when I wielded Yoreblade. But... I'm here. And now... I'm not sure about my future.

Jamie: Cera... I've... felt almost the same way.

Jamie: Whatever future is out there for us... I hope we can find it. Together.

Cera: I hope so, too. ...Thank you.

Jamie: No, thank YOU! Now come on, let's get some rest already.

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Testing: Moniker

Technical Support: Moniker

Intensely High Quality Content: Moniker, hungry_visitor

Localization Management: Moniker

Managing Director: Moniker

Project Management: Moniker

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Fred: Back again, JOEbob?

JOEbob stares. Is that... Fred? It's been so long! Didn't he die, like, halfway through the game?

Fred: They promoted me to receptionist. Apparently I'd seen too much to be a miner.

Fred: It's a much nicer job. Unfortunately, we're still in hell.

Fred: Of course, you won't be here for long, but you'll have to get your memories wiped like always.

JOEbob nods. Rational debaters always come down to hell having lost their voice. It's part of their punishment.

Fred: Good luck out there. Satan would be cheering you on, if he was still alive. Which he's not.

JOEbob heads off to go prepare for his next attempt to rationally debate the world into submission.

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Producer: Moniker

General Producer: Moniker

Executive Producer: Moniker

Assistant to the Executive Producer: Moniker

Special Thanks To: Moniker

VERY Special Thanks To: Moniker

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Altair and Quinn sit together at the annual Player Reunion. The other Players who could make it stand around chatting, drinking probably too much alcohol. Quinn plans to drink his fair share later, but... not quite yet.

Altair: It's been too long.

Quinn: Yeah, it has.

Altair: Have you been getting along okay?

Quinn: Oh, more than okay! It's been great! Phenomenal! I've helped solve so many conflicts, met so many interesting people!

Quinn: It's just... well, I'd like to retire, but... I've come close to death one too many times. I might change course soon, we'll see.

Altair: Same here. I tried to retire with my pension at the start, but I got bored too quickly. I just... I can't sit around doing nothing. It isn't who I am!

Quinn: Oh, yeah. Well, it's absolutely better now than in the war. Honestly? Those were the worst weeks of my life. Makes sense, since I was basically a baby.

Altair: The odds against your survival were incredible. The odds against ALL of our survival were incredible.

Altair: But, god... I'm glad we're still here.

Quinn: ...

Quinn: Have you thought about settling down, making a family, mellowing out?

Altair: Ah... we'll see.

Quinn: Same, same.

Quinn: What was I thinking, anyways? You would never mellow out.

Altair: Hah, hah, hah.

And so the former Players partied long into the night...

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Planning assistance: Twinbuilder, Pionoplayer

Forum Services: Spacebattles Forums and all its moderators and administrators

Inspiration:
BioShock Rules (Destroy the Tower)
Twinbuilder (Destroy the Godmodder 2)
The_Nonexistent_Tazz (Destroy the Godmodder 0)

Actually Making the Game Fun and Giving it a Reason to Exist: All of you!

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~FIN



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Last Message:

Spoiler

Players, if you're reading this... I, the Arbiter Moniker, am dead. Once the Godmodder cut off my power source, I knew it was only a matter of time, so I set up a system to get this e-mail to all of your inboxes when nature took its course.

Don't worry about me. It's better this way. The era of gods, demons, Godmodder, Players, Architects, Arbiters... it's over. And that's how it should be.

Please continue to make the world a better place. And, as my one last selfish request... could you get me a sweet spot in the history books? Pretty please?

In any case, good luck out there! You no longer have my guidance, but... I can tell you don't need it either.

All of you are the best Players who ever lived. I want you to know that.


-Moniker

You got the Bad/Good/Fake Golden ending.

 

[Torix]

Storypost 19 - What Comes Next

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

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

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

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

 

[Moniker]

ALTERNATE REALITY: FAKE GOLDEN ENDING

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

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Alice: In the end, it was just like we thought. He was a truly pathetic person.

You look behind you to see Alice and Xerath. They must have warped in while John was screeching.

Xerath: You did it. All of Reality is so, so grateful.

Xerath: And... I'm grateful too. You... saved my life.

Xerath: But we can't celebrate yet.

Xerath: We're ready, Players. Alice and us both will use every last drop of power remaining to set it all right.

Alice: We'll put every Plane back in its proper place, and get them out of this stupid field.

You look above you. The planets and stars still hover, held in place just barely. You can barely see the blue hexagons of the "ceiling" through them. The Evacuation Directive finally completed, only to be undone so fast. Here's to hoping there'll never be a legitimate reason why its needed.

Alice: Player or Godmodder powers alone couldn't do it. But... if Players and a Godmodder combine their strength, then... we should have enough.

Altair: I imagine we'll lose everything we have left of our power, too.

Xerath: I imagine so, too. We'll be reduced to normal humans.

You suddenly feel... so exhausted. All the fighting, and your Player powers have been draining the whole time... the adrenaline high of the final fight is wearing off quickly. You don't have long.

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

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

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

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

Valla: Alright. I've got it.

Valla: Let's do this, and quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Random: Ah, but now I'm FREE.

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

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

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

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

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

Altair: That_Random_Guy, please.

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

Altair: Give up the Power Lock.

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

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

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

Alice: Can we still do that?

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

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

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

Alice: ...

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

Random: Does that make you happy, Altair?

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

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

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

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

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

Random: Now then. Let's fix Reality!

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

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

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

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

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



~FIN~