[[Oh, don't worry, my best writing comes from torturing myself with restrictions~]]
Grist Pile: The Mondo-Jumbo Triple Update!
[Build] 1250+730+300 = 2280 Build Grist
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[LVL 2] 0+120+30+150 = 300 Gallium
[LVL 3] 120+20 = 140 Bismuth
It was a thrill, humming with the Radio Zone around him. He had to admit, the "Wondertainment" guy who made it was a smart one. But there was an untapped potential in these airwaves...
Charisma Check: Breakpoints 6, 12, 18
NATURAL 20. Automatic Critical Success.
[[See? Google's dice can go GORILLA themselves~]]
Oh, yes, with the quirks and personality of Xorm, this Station would become a great asset to the Godmodder cause. But for now, he had to...
[ACTION 1 + COUNTER: SEND IT TO THE COUNCIL.]
He almost didn't want to take the role of the Radio Zone's DJ - Too much static to be any good for his vocal cords. But it was calling to him on all frequencies, and he had to obey the sweet call~
"
Hello, dear RADIO ZONE listeners~" Xorm croons over the freshly amplified airwaves, smoothly slipping into a fresh persona for his little public performance. "
Just moments ago, you got to hear paradoxdragon's new solo track, Raging Inferno (Burn it all)! But now I want to hear from you! Just call in at 666-HEY-XORM, that's (439-9676) ~~~ and let your voice be heard!"
With the public announcement over, Xorm folds up the spontaneous Kamina glasses that appeared on his face and pounds out the remnants of static from his lungs. No good talking like that over the phone, after all, and it was ringing off the hook! Literally. A ringing phone fell from the sky just so Xorm could answer.
"
Xorm here, with Raging Inferno (Burn it All) on the Council's Stand today. What do you think?"
An elderly voice came through from the other line.
"Ah, Xorm! You usually only play some of the best rock and roll, stuff from when I was a teenager! But this new-age nonsense, with its... Random capitalization, and its misspellings... I remember when artists went over their work a dozen times! This makes me sad... I say execute!"
"Thank you for your input sir!" Xorm says, letting go of the receiver as he makes a
glowing neon blue mark in front of himself. As soon as that phone's out of view, another one falls down.
"
Xorm at XORM, speak to me!"
A younger, rebellious teenager voice, this time.
"Man, there's a good existential angst, and then there's this Burn it All trash. Execute."
"Your dread is noted! Keep rolling out there!"
Another "Execute," another
blue mark. And the calls kept falling from the sky as fast as Xorm could answer them.
"Hey, Xorm? I think you're really cute, but that one made me sick. Execute."
"I'm an eldritch deity, and that ssorely disappointed me to hear on your station. Execute."
"...What was that last caller? Sounded like tentacles made of chainsaws murdering a bathtub full of squeaky rubber ducks...Anyways, execute!"
"I'm Batman. Execute."
"EXECUTE ORDER 66. That is, for this song in particular, ehe... I said stand down, you idiots! Not yet!"
With every caller, every Execute, every Blue Mark, the flames and slashes and epic fight scene seemed weaker in retrospect, until all that anyone had seen or felt was a poorly choreographed brawl with cheap pyrotechnics. Finally, Xorm took to the airwaves again, flicking those glasses back onto his face.
"
Alright, I spun the vinyl, you all took a listen, and the results are in!"
A flourish of Radio!Xorm's hand fuses those dozens of
Blue Marks (and the couple incidental
Red Marks) into one solid circle - A vinyl record, mostly blue with a thin wedge of red. It floats in the air horizontally for a moment, before Radio!Xorm flips it vertically, then spins it.
"
I don't think it's a suprise, folks~ For paradoxdragon's Raging Inferno (Burn It All)..."
The record spins faster and faster, until it's one great blue blur...
And Xorm stops it with a heart-rending, ear bleeding
SCREECH as he uses a scythe as a needle. The sound wipes across the battlefield physically, undoing the feeble remnants of paradoxdragon's lackluster performance as best as it could. After all, music could rarely be forgotten, but it could be wiped away by the next best thing!
"
Yes, that was an Execute Order that you, the Council, passed!"
Radio!Xorm grins as he queues up the next few songs for his Fans listening across dimensions - A few of his GORILLA-kicking favorites, like Soldiers - Otherwise, Lift Me Up - Five Finger Death Punch, and Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set it Off. And with the situation majestically retconned, he snapped those glasses shut again and slipped them into a pocket.
TL;DR - Xorm sends paradoxdragon's attack to his Council of listeners, and they find it lacking. Popular opinion takes its toll on the actual effect of the attack, and before long, it's countered and wiped clean~
"And that was just a Counter, pal~" Regular!Xorm growls with a wild grin, snapping down his Berserker's Helm's visor to zero in on his opponent - Now that most of the damage to Kama had been undone by the Almighty Will of the Council.
[Semi-Focus - Actions 2 + 3: The Vaguely Eldrich-Horror Musical Number!]
His Helm had a built in radio, so he got to listen to his alter ego's playlist while he fought... Which of course only made his will, his rage, stronger. Kama could feel it in her bones too - Which put the two of them in perfect sync. And the song that was accompanying this madness?
...It was Natural, by Imagine Dragons. Gods, Earth music hit hard. And the band name was just a dash of irony on top of it all~ Xorm opened his mouth to call out along with the inspiring tune, while
@paradoxdragon found himself locked into a cinematic attack!
"
Will you hold the line? When every one of them is giving up or giving in, tell me." he growls in perfect time with the beat pounding in his ears. His mad eyes locked with his foe's, and his grips on the Twinned Scythes and his Octuple-Barreled Shotgun tightened.
"
In this house of mine, nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost, tell me."
In a flash, Xorm was behind paradox, shotgun in his spine, and scythe at his throat.
"
Will the stars align?" he growls, a third, gnarled hand reaching from some abyss to grab the dragon by the top of their head and wrench it back so they're facing the pitch black sky... With not a star to be seen.
"
Will Heaven step in? Will it save you from your sin? Will it?" Xorm growls, something abyssal rising from his voice to chill the dragon to their soul.
"
'Cause this house of mine stands strong."
A swift pull of the blade, and a
rainbow of
dread spews from the wound. Xorm's hand lets go, and paradox can do nothing except fall in slow motion as Kama's voice cuts in to add to the scene.
"
That's the price you pay~" she croons, walking at a normal speed as the world around her ticks at just the wrong pace.
"
Leave behind your heart and cast away~" Sweet are the words that pass her lips, as she jams a scythe into the dragon's chest so brutally.
"
Just another product of today~" Another scythe follows, and she rips him open so she can reach inside.
"
Rather be the hunter than the prey~" She pulls out a pulsing red orb - His heart, his soul. Kama polishes it with a palm, looking at it thoughtfully.
"
And you're standing on the edge, face up 'cause you're a" she starts to say, but somehow the removal of the dragon's soul leaves him heavier than a sack of bricks, and he falls, falls, through the ground into an endless abyss. Finally, he hits featureless black ground, hard, as the drop rattles the nightmare realm he finds himself in.
NATURAL cries the voice in his skull, introducing him to the chorus.
A BEATING HEART OF STONE it continues, and paradox feels a lump in his chest, frozen and hard, unmoving.
YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD, TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD the migraine pulses, oh Gods, it's so COLD, he can't feel his ANYTHING-
YEAH YOU'RE A NATURAL, LIVING YOUR LIFE CUTTHROAT - Of course, THAT was why he was so cold - The
dread spewing from his throat, freezing him inside and out, he just had to staunch the flow-
YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD, YEAH YOU'RE A
NAT-
UR-
AL! that throbbing voice shrieks one last time before the dragon finally snaps free of the
dread, before realizing he has no clue where he is. Unwillingly, and still right in time with the song and the cinematic, he cries out through the darkness.
"
Will somebody!" he yells. "
Let me see the light within the dark trees shadowing?"
In response, a dark rustle in unseen bushes startles him, worries him.
"
What's happening?" he asks in a panic. He feels hot breath on his face, and a monster's mirrored eyes are staring into his.
"
Look ye through the glass find the wrong within the past knowing." it hisses in a terrible voice no man could understand.
"
Oh, you are the youth..." it chuckles, caressing his face with cold talons.
"
And I shall cut until it bleeds, inside this world without the peace-" Those icy talons dig into his flesh, not just in his head but all over - And he cannot scream.
"
Face ye, a bit of the truth."
"
The truth..." he whispers back as venom sinks into his bones, and his vision fades rapidly...
He woke up somewhere else. It was blindingly white this time... Wait, who was he?
《That's the price you pay,》states a cold voice behind the dragon. He spins and comes face to face with DEATH.
No, he didn't die. And it's not actually DEATH either, it's his daughter who's greeting the dragon.
《You left behind your heart and were cast away.》 she explains callously.
《But you're just another product of today...》 She adds, and with a wave of her hand, so many other souls are shown shuffling into the abyss.
《I'm glad to be the hunter, not the prey~》she muses.
But then the music stops for a moment as death's daughter stares the dragon straight in the face. 《But you? You're not even supposed to be here yet. Why are you here?》
The music starts back up, and she grins with maddness. 《You're still standing on the edge, face up, because you're a》
"NATURAL." roars Xorm, who's face to face with the dragon in reality, outside of that strange place where he had fallen. There's frozen scythes in his chest, and a few too many shotgun barrels in his stomach. I mean, 1 is a few too many, but 8 is wholly unnecessary.
"
I'll shatter your heart of stone." he says, driving the scythes in deeper. Wait. If that was all an illusion, why did the dragon's heart feel WRONG.
"
Oh you'll soon be so cold, you'll fit right in this world." he says, shifting his stance and pulling the trigger, pumping so many rounds of lead into the dragon's gut.
"
Yeah, you're a natural." Xorm admits, walking over to where his foe lies on the ground, and kneeling beside them.
"
You lived your life cutthroat." He grabs the scythes embedded in the dragon's chest.
"
But you have to be so cold, 'cuz you're a nat-ur-al~" the alien sneers, violently yanking the Scythes out of the dragon's chest. It was cold, having them in there, but... Now it was even colder. Frozen. Lifeless.
"Deep inside me, I'm fading to black, I'm fading." The dragon thinks.
But then a little voice pipes up besides him.
"Took an oath by the blood of my hand, won't break it." it says, trying to stir him.
"I can taste it, the end is upon us, I swear." the weakened dragon responds.
"You're gonna make it." it insists.
"
I'm gonna make it." The dragon says aloud, standing back up in spite of mortal injuries.
Xorm just chuckles. Bashes his helmeted head against the dragon's, sending them staggering back. And he gloats, his only injuries the ones from earlier.
"
Natural.
A beating heart of stone.
You gotta be so cold,
To make it in this world.
Yeah, you're a natural -
Living your life cutthroat.
You gotta be so cold,
Yeah, you're a natural."
Every word cuts like iced blades, Xorm's unexpectedly silver tongue loading every word with vitriol. He wasn't complimenting you for standing back up, he was mocking you. And... Wait, the song's over. So why is there more to describe?
"
And, eh, you might be a natural... But won't it be a little difficult to survive much longer without... this?"
From Xorm's hand dangles a pulsing red orb. The same red orb pulled from the dragon's chest earlier. All that psychic backlash hits like a Mack truck, all at once. It wasn't an illusion. It had happened. And it would happen. Xorm had read the wavelengths, and he knew exactly how to play them. The paradoxdragon was merely another instrument in the band.
And so the song did not fade to silence... It just ended. Like a life cut short.
TL;DR: Using Imagine Dragons - Natural as a base, send @paradoxdragon through nightmares and a lot of actual pain. Steal his soul somewhere along the line.
[[I proudly present to you 2000ish words of psychic and physical mayhem. Written in a fuege state over the course of 7 hours. While I'm at work. On my phone. Man, I wish I had this kind of motivation normally!]]