>< Wow, that... actually worked pretty well. that actually worked... really well. 120 damag- wait, our player power went up. Right. So that's just a normal attack for those two actions. And yes, I know that was gross. I don't have much to work with here, do I? I'm not superhuman-level yet. Also, I figured Ralyx Remix'd put them to use on building things and productivity? I dunno, that's what I'd thought.
>< oh shoot,sound is coming out of the speakers. I do not want to be heard here, uh. I mash some keys randomly. It's Possible for a person to fix tech problems they don't know how to solve by randomly mashing keys, so it does what I want: pipes the heaven sound into a speech-to-text program so i can hear them, mutes the audio and mic, and changes the input sound from 'microphone' to 'a text-to-speech program'. Having silenced the messaging, I 'say' via TtS to the Communication Centre "I'm a player trapped in a Godmodders Soul Orb, and I was hoping to. mooch off your wifi to connect to the real world. I assume Heaven isn't free to stop this Godmodder, since they haven't done so, but if you could... connect this audio stream to the internet, or something? I know early internet travelled on phone lines so I assume this is feasible."
>< I shoot the Tormentor in the head with the levitating gun a few more times. Sealed beings come back to life, right?
> ...manual override, you say? Well. I only lobbed a mass of flesh onto those controls... So I use the levitating gun thing to distract everyone around, then sneak over to the controls. Putting my cut-off hand to the mass of flesh, I reconnect the hand, and use some more of that reckless bio-manipulation to make it just... shed all of that extra mass and puss and cancer, which I push aside. The controls now free, I activate the manual override and direct the Tank to aim straight up and Fire. Once the order to keep aiming straight up and firing for the next, oh, few hours is locked in, I duck behind the control chair to hide from view and grow my ear into a bats ear so I can echolocation my way into knowing the internal structure of the control system, which I proceed to disconnect all the buttons and stuff from using an invisible plane of player-projection force.
The Hope here is to redirect all of the Tanks attacks up, so they fall down, and hit the Tank. making it hit itself. Well, until the Godmodder fixes it.
> Wait, this is the Godmodders soul orb. That means...
*sound of typing*
...Yeah. based on the records, We're just soul projections. I guess that explains the lack of death from reckless bio-manipulation... Ahem, right, Actions. Well, since we're soul projections... I don't think there's any need for that projection to be human. kinda... implied, by the bio-manipulation, but it wouldn't need to be animal either. It's like... Well, never mind that. The point is that- Soul projections, those usually follow someones expectations or what they believe about themselves. Player powers obviously have let me bend the rules... So I'm going to bend them further. I grow one of my fingernails through the Tanks wall. It's easy, because I make the fingernail really, really thin. Then, I make my 'body' be on the other end of the fingernail, and the nailtip on the first end.
That leaves me a few meters above the ground, dangling in the air only by a flimsy, hyper-thin fingernail.
which immediately snaps.
Ishouldreallythinkthesethingsthroughmo-Oof.
...At least I'm out of the Tank now. I focus on the Tank's barrel and conjure an Attack Mirror on there- to make the Tanks next attack be mirrored onto it. Way more efficient then anything else I could be doing. you know, it only takes two actions to completely shut down the Tanks basic attacks for the round? That's one thing players are good for no matter their power level. Even worked in the prison break.
In summary, I use a mechanical thing to do 100 damage to the Tank, as long as it's going to attack eventually.
> And now, uh. Assuming the Heaven guy connected the audio to the internet, I go looking for coding work. specifically coding work where they want the best, short code. And proceed to do that coding work by way of random typing which gets the right answers via Player Powers. Why? Well, Steffan... didn't actually pay me, before I. died. And my salary wasn't even that high. I think he was paying for it by selling Frovens, which are... not worth much. Heh, maybe I'll call and ask him for my pay. might freak him out, giving him a call from a ghost... oh, who am I kidding. The guy'd shrug it off. unlike... me. Anyway, got side tracked. I'm doing the coding work for real world assets. I heard in the last war those were hell to obtain, maybe literally... but nowadays, well, technologies've progressed. There's real money to be made with well, writing better code (or, in this case, perfect code, because in an interface with only 2 choices per character (I'm writing in binary, obviously. for peak efficiency), picking the right one each time is well within 'humanly possible' ranges.). And as for what I'll do with those assets- uh.
I Really need to think things through more. is this happening because I only have half a brain awake? ...No, taking Steffans job offer was just as stupid.
CP: 0
Grist: 745->770
Talc: 185->195
Galium: 60
Items: Encyclopedia of Magical Structures [1/3]
Formation Calculator [0->1/3 Chargeup]
Health Amplifier [4/4]
Alchemiter (Backup)
