"HAHAHAHA!" The Blue Knight heartily laughs as he stands up and dusts himself off "Typical villainous schemer, teleporting away before I can offer a rebuttal to his monologue!" The Knight pauses "Astral manipulation though—and another Avatar of Blue? I'll have to take note of him."
The Knight, noticing the destruction of Authority at the hands of a brave doctor, hands his swords to William and meets the man waving to him. (@EternalStruggle) "Greetings to you as well friend, it is an honor to fight alongside you! I understand you are hero with knowledge of a far-flung future and that your Descended name is EternalStruggle, however I do not know if you possess a title you would prefer your allies such as myself to refer to you as, if you do pray tell what is it?"
Once the Blue Knight finishes his discussion with his new companion he sets of to find the Entity known as The Medic with William in tow. "Brave medicine man congratulations on your valiant victory against that abomination! Please relax a moment and allow my squire to treat your wounds" The Knight unabashedly grabs the copyright infringing briefcase used to slay Authority from The Medic's hands and gives it to William who uses supplies from it to attempt to treat The Medic's grievous wounds. "In the meantime drink with me!" The Knight offers The Medic a bota bag filled with red wine from the luggage William was carrying as he himself begins to gluttonously (and messily) pour a translucent blue liquid from another bag into a slit in his helmet.
Announcement post: To facilitate ease of play, from now on scans will be posted in the OOC thread, so that I can do it multiple times between rounds to allow people time to edit their posts appropriately based on an entity's stats if they so desire.
You can also now scan as many creatures in one post as you like. Just not the same creature multiple times.
[N]
They say that those who take in the pleasures of flesh will be tethered down to the plane of flesh. It's a recurring pattern, across myth and legend. Izanami no Mikoto was tethered to Yomi, eventually becoming its goddess, in the myth of the orient, the food of the fae entranced lost travellers and bound them to the realm (and will) of the faerie. The theory of eternal return says that myths repeat across time and space, in an eternal theatre, and why should it be any less true here? The Champion, for example, has consumed bloodstained flesh from McDonalds - that of a shrieking bird.
Accursed blood leads to blight and distortion, and the Shrieker's blood is distorted and corrupt, yes! It comes from between the crevices of an accursed forest near a warped hamlet, and in its flesh is carried blood and delirium. Those who drink of the blood of those within the warped hamlet acquire a crimson curse, a thirsting for a very particular type of blood. It drives them, and consumes their mind, and the Blood is all that they want and all that they need to survive, and it is of import. Those who get the curse waste away, and become as mosquitos, their face a proboscis, hounding behind whatever gives them the sacred Blood.
Now, class, who has just taken the flesh and meat of the Shrieker, again? Could it be the Champion! Wow! A merit for you all.
The Champion stands strong for a few moments, before writhing, submitting to depravity and hemophillic lust - the whims of the crimson curse. The first rule in cooking safety - always check to see if your meat isn't tainted!
McDonalds is a corporate engine, that pumps out low quality food assisted with the work of the menial, claimed to be high quality chicken specimens, taken from whatever country their tentacles have crawled into. This is a falsehood. Have you ever heard of a kitchen homunculus, an chicken embryo infused with the slightest of human essence, able to be formed in the backyard of any domestic alchemist? It's formed of primal essence and the hopeless experimentation of aspirants to those who wish to awake the minds of others. Perhaps most importantly, the creation of kitchen homunculi is something reptilian, stolen from the incorporated gods by some wage slave, warped, scarred by and likely killed for their knowledge.
By most arcane science (released to the masses in a cut down form!), the food monguls have found a way to create primordial goop of the same order of the homunculi, to grow fowl cells en masse, and distribute it to the world under the guise of food. Even birds of eldritch blood, as seen here, are far better meals, far safer to personal integrity - even still extremely dangerous - and the preferred dish of the archmagi.
/ / / / /
The Champion has gained the Crimson Curse.
The Crimson Curse: 0 rounds.
Sycophant [H]: Hp: 100/100. (x3).
Sycophants: Human-mosquito hybrids, tainted by the Crimson Curse. Seek the Blood. The Crimson Curse: A curse formed of unknown means, found in the Hamlet where the Darkest Dungeon resides. For every turn a unit possesses the Crimson Curse, spawn three Sycophants. At thirteen turns (and exactly thirteen, because thirteen is both a superstitious number and one signifying chance), the victim transmogrifies into a hybrid mosquito, becoming Hostile to all that crosses its path.
Hey! The Champion is a robot! By all rights it shouldn't have been able to eat those Shrieker Nuggets in the first place. In fact, I never said I fed them the nuggets, merely that they were given to them. Yeah, looking at the Champion, it's just holding a box of McNuggets awkwardly... which somehow healed it. BY THE POWER OF LOGIC, I NULLIFY YOUR CURSE!
Charges (I think I did my math right...) Can't Be Controlled (20/20)(FIRING!) Weird Physics (20/20)(FIRING!)
{new} The Great War (3/20)
{new} Friends From Abroad (1/20)
+2 @EternalStruggle
Can't Be Controlled: Berserkerbot
It's Killbot Time!
Armament
-Dual Monomolecular Chainswords
-20mm automatic railgun
-Laser-guided missile pod
Defenses
-8cm CHOBHAM composite armor reinforced with carbon nanotubes
-Static Disruptor Field
Safeguards To Prevent Rogue AI
-None Berserkerbot
-Berserkerbot ignores all orders, attacking a random [PG] target each turn.
-Berserkerbot automatically counterattacks the first two attacks on it each turn, which prevents Berserkerbot from being damaged and damages the attacker if vulnerable.
-Berserkerbot's counterattacks do as much damage as its normal attacks.
-During a round in which Berserkerbot counterattacks, it does not perform its normal attack.
Weird Physics: The Quantum Menace
Ah, it seems that the manufacturing process of the Berserkerbot has spawned a bizarre quantum anomaly. Well, it seems stable enough while also having plenty of capacity to dish out pain, so I cast a quick animation charm on it and send the chunk of warped physics into battle. The Quantum Menace
-This Entity measures its HP on the player scale.
-This Entity starts with -10 HP. Yes, it starts below zero.
-The Quantum Menace only dies if its HP is exactly zero at the end of the round; overkill in either direction does not help.
Entity Orders
Department of Godmodder Destruction: HERE is the authorization to buff the Lesser Avatar of Val'Elzathor with Counterattack for two turns.
Berserkerbot: Berserk
Lesser Avatar of Val'Elzathor: Attack the Tireless Tracker.
Master Duelist: Stop claiming you're the captain of a vessel that no longer exists. Once you've done that, ATTACK THE TIRELESS TRACKER!
Quantum Menace: Attack the Tireless Tracker.
I decide I want to heal the Soul-Crushing Bureaucracy: DoGMD. unfortunately, I wasted my once-a-day cantrip healing the white mage last round. a real monkey wrench, those limits are. oh well. on the bright side, it is still today, and thus luck is still in my favour. however, lucky usually affects what the universe decides you need more then what you want, and therefore I cant just go about manipulating it to my every whim (without extensive specialisation, at least). Although... I can just go about manipulating what the universe decides I need to my every whim:
Drunk off my rocker on Vé'Reinksnir, I make the incredibly stupid decision to go make a bet with the nearest sentient celestial body. I end up betting my soul, body and ability to play this game on "something entirely random occurring, that ends up healing the S-CB: DoGMD". the counter to my offerings is a damage buff so minor it gets rounded down back to nothing.
we sit
we watch
we wait
about a dozen years later, A bunch of Soul-Crushingly Bureaucratic Vogons crash-land here, see the S-CB: DoGMD and instantly (well, after receiving permission signed in double, sent in, out, around, lost and found and dug up from burial under a pile of soft peat which, for those who know of the Vogons, is practically immediate) fall (just kinda settle down, really) in love (or as close as a Vogon can get to love, anyways). Seeing the immense amount of disrepair that has befallen their hopefully-(not)-soon-to-be-new-base in this sector of space, they get around to Soul-Crushingly Bureaucratically repairing the Soul-Crushing Bureaucratic Department using Soul-Crushing Bureaucracy-based repair-drones.
before this action can be deemed to powerful (because of instant summoning), all the Vogons are suddenly flung off at break-neck speeds (that, of course, break their necks) round the planet due to the immense boredom of a drunken alien tyrant out there... *waves hand in a manner meant to indicate where "there" is* somewhere...
Noticing the flash of light caused by the summoning of the Entities Purity and Peace, The Blue Knight bids farewell to The Medic and heads directly toward the origin of the light in order to confront these new Entities. William politely returns The Medic's briefcase and apologizes for the Blue Knight's brazen behavior before hurrying off in the direction of the knight he serves.
Upon reaching Peace, The Blue Knight poses dramatically with his hands on his hips staring down the Entity for around 10 minutes until William arrives pushing a small wooden cart full of luggage with great difficulty, on this cue the Knight begins his speech. "Hypocritical Entity entitled Peace, Child of the Mirror!" William unloads a wooden barrel and a large black iron cauldron with two handles on it from the cart. "You claim to represent peace however all you wish to do is prolong conflict!" William pours thick black oil from the barrel into the cauldron. "You take the appearance of an angelic being and attempt to save the injured from death but in the end all you do is extend their agony like a demon!" William opens a small pouch on his waist and takes out 3 small red crystals which he drops in the cauldron causing it to boil. "Therefore I, The Blue Knight, shall ground you to this earth and reveal you as the monster you are!"
The Blue Knight grabs one of the cauldrons two handles with both his hands and hammer throws the cauldron with such finesse and technical precision that not a single drop of oil spills from the cauldron until it is in midair hurtling towards the olive branch clothed Entity. Approximately half way towards the target, oil begins to pour out of the cauldron forming a stream of burning hot oil about to hit the Entity.
(To clarify intentions behind this action that might not be immediately obvious boiling oil was chosen in the hopes that a lightly clothed humanoid Entity like Peace was described to be would be particularly susceptible to oil which would burn her bare skin, also as an added bonus I hoped that the oil would stick to Peace's dove wings hindering her ability to fly, kinda like you see with some birds caught in oil spills.)
Okay... small announcement. I have an IRL vacation to go on for a few days. I'll miss at least one DOP, more likely 2. I attempt to put the monikerbots and their final barrier into a STASIS STATE where they'll be unable to attack or be attacked until I get back from vacation! If I can't do that... just the monikerbots and leave the Final Barrier out in the cold to suffer? ...Please?
I promise I won't abuse this or anything, but I do have a vacation to go on, and if the monikerbots are going to meet their end, I don't want it to happen because I was AFK...
I'm more than a bit creeped out by the eldritch abominations present on the battlefield. If it were up to me, I'd dedicate all my time and resources to eliminate all of them. However, that's not the goal of the game. Besides, Val'Elzathor and the Daemonette is basically on our side..... right? That means that I'm going after the PG abomination, Obedience.
The winds pick up around Obedience, blowing away the smoke and shadows obscuring it's true form. I jump onto Obedience, landing on top of it. Ignoring the squelching sounds of my feet on it's body, I tear the crown off their head. Learning from past experience, I materialize a spear into one of my hands, and plunge it deep into Obedience's head, taking care to avoid damaging it's mechanical eye, which I intended to examine.
As Obedience collapsed, it's form begins to fuzz. The flesh of the creature phases away, leaving behind a burnt-out mechanical eye, which is probably for the better. Nobody can observe the intact corpse of an eldritch being, and live to tell the tale.
With the deed done, I drag the eyes of Obedience and Authority away. I might be able to reverse-engineer this...far-out technology.
Obedience and Authority are members of a species I made up, and may want to do more stuff with. I haven't given them too much thought, but they come from (roughly) the same place Thina does. Anyway... Let's give them that extra thought, as this post will likely kill Obedience.
First of all, the Crown isn't a literal crown. It's a symbol of authority. Note the lack of capital there.
As the figure collapses, the smoke drains away into the surrounding area, leaving behind... something. It's not a corpse, at least, not anything you'd call a corpse. It's more reminiscent of a mechanical wreck, with parts and spikes jutting at odd and even impossible angles. Even as the wreck lays there, it contorts and folds in on itself in regular, yet completely fantastic ways, each roughly cylindrical 'bone' seeming to invert itself and rotate around an axis not in this world. As power drains from it, deep black fluids bleed from the remains, seeming to flow not just around, but in many cases, through the body. Sometimes, the fluids hit platforms that aren't there, curving against gravity, and sometimes the fluids flow out of existence, there one moment and gone the next.
The eyes look similar, being roughly spherical orbs that you have to rip away from the remains even when they aren't touching it, like they are still somehow connected. They have a mass of what look like wires and bolts on one side, and on the other, a now dull glossy looking surface. Moving the eyes proves surprisingly difficult, as they act as if they have a center of mass far outside the object, letting them roll even on completely flat surfaces.
I both love and hate the trope of 'eldritch abominations'. Most people just seem to write them as mindless squid monsters that I guess smell so bad, even being next to one drives you insane. I feel like the truth would be way more complicated than that, and I doubt I have even 5% of my interpretation correct. But, I love trying to think from a completely alien point of view.
"Alright, here's the gist of these forms," DCCCV said patiently.
"Yes, this is text. You fill in these squares to answer questions."
He looks over the form for a bit. "Hm. For example, this question is: 'Do you want to be the man?' in this case, I believe it would be wise to answer 'no', rather than 'yes', or 'PINEAPPLES!'."
If prodded for an answer why, he would respond with: "I have an inkling of what would happen if you ticked the other two answers: you'd be in for a world of pain."
"Forgive me for asking, but the world you come from, does it have no concept of bureaucracy?"
As DCCCV takes and looks at the form, Thina stares down, batting a pebble between her paws. After a moment, she swats the pebble off into the distance and looks up again.
"So, every square correlates with an answer? ... Okay. Is that all of it? Filling in squares?"
She tilts her head to the side as she thinks.
"And... is my grammar wrong? I thought questions that started with 'do you' were usually yes or no questions. Why is pineapples an answer?"
At the question to her, she glances down to the side, curling her tail around her.
"Um... well, there's nothing like this. Things tend to be more... ah... verbal. Plus, we don't use..."
She flicks at the corner of the form, having it bend back and forth.
"We don't use paper much, not for sending messages like this."
I sigh and turn to see two new Entities, why oh why do I now have to deal with this? I raise a weapon and prepare to open fire. Then I look at them. They radiate an aura of peace and seem to be healers. I waver slightly as they go about being merciful and such. I sigh and lower the gun I was holding. No, I can't bring myself to hurt them. I'm holding the moral high ground here. Still, that didn't mean I couldn't attack the Godmodder! I withdraw a cunning device of the Void Dragon, similar but different from the rifle I used to try and attack our chief foe earlier. This one is very odd looking, and its effects are stranger still. It sets off a vacuum metastability event in the targeted area, which generates an expanding bubble of false vacuum that lasts for a few milliseconds before collapsing. Matter within the volume is dismantled due to the insides having different physical constants. Thanks to a secondary effect of the weapon, the bubble only expands out to a few meters instead of growing at light speed and killing us all, which is very nice. Even being in fully sealed armor won't save you, because you're being attacked by the laws of physics in the area. And of course the weapon generates the bubble around the Godmodder by definition, so he can't dodge it because it's around him by definition. And he also can't use that to attack something because as I said, the effect only lasts for a few milliseconds, and he'll too be busy getting ripped to nothing to think straight in the immediate time frame of the effect, which I repeat is very short. Naturally, I fire this when he's a good distance away from any allied units, or as good a distance as I can get if he's sticking close to our line for some reason.
In a flash of light, a strange looking soldier appears on the battlefield, looking very confused. I turn and nod at my newest ally. "Hey, you must be very confused, but the long and short of it is that I need your help. As you can see, we're fighting hard here and there are beings with immense power suppressing me, I'm sure you can feel it. Aid me here, and I will help you destroy the Tasen once and for all. I've also sent you a map that will allow you to effectively use your teleporter. I know this seems confusing, but trust me I'm being truthful and this will all make sense."
A momentary pause.
"Very well, alien. I shall fight your war in exchange for you helping fight mine later."
Komato Assassin summoned!
HP: 52.5k.
Attack: 20k.
Dodge: 50% chance. I promise this is the last of my dodge-based Entities for a while, I won't start spamming units with dodge or anything.
The Assassin attacks the Shrieker, unless it's Roosted and being guarded in which case it attacks the Nest instead.
General Action: Hunting The Hunter
Ah, self-upgrading Entities, always a pain to deal with. I should know, having summoned one myself. Still, it's better to kill them sooner, rather than later. With that in mind, I grab my trusty FGM-148 Javelin, and fire.
The missile streaks downrange, arcing directly over the Tracker, before it smashes down on top of them and explodes.
Just a Chatge Attack: 20/20 [EXPANDING]
Something something clever name: 8/20
+1 @DCCCV
+1 @The Blue Knight a bit late, but welcome to the cause
Emerald uses the stored energy he's been saving up for a while to charge up his lamp, and simply smash it into the projector of Inscruta repeatedly. Overkill damage goes to the Tireless Tracker. Overkill damage for that goes to the Arborback Stomper. If Inscruta cannot be attacked, this goes for Tireless Tracker instead.
The White Mage uses Cura on Medic, while Medic murders the Arborback Stomper.
JOE, please stop making complicated entities: 7/20 (+6 from previous rounds)
I get in the Godmodder's face, receiving his undivided attention.
I throw at him some oysters and diamonds, and force him onto a horse.
Other things:
"Somewhere, out there in the void, there is a world. On that world, the term 'The Guy' is used to describe the person who has the most parkour skill. Reality works differently there. Pineapples.... behave strangely,", he says. "I'm not making this up, honest."
Okay, wreck of Obedience and Authority. You two seem to be multidimensional creatures.
I whisk them away into my demiplane for further analysis in the future.
THINGS: 18/20, (+1 from Emerald_Mann
Plan: 4/4, EXPENDED
New Charge: 13/15 (+2 from The Blue Knight)
11/20 JOE
10/20 bob
+1 mirror +1 talist (sorry TOG, i hath prior +ing commitments. if i need more +'s on a specific round i'll ask you) Pebbletopia DOP!
>infantry, archers, whip guy: get in that piy
they do that.
>everyone in pit: dig the tunnel!
they do that.
>ritualers: ritual closer to the mountain!
they do th- oh you get it by now.
now, my action!
....i have no idea what to do with my action.
so i guess i'll counter the other blue guy.
Upon reaching Peace, The Blue Knight poses dramatically with his hands on his hips staring down the Entity for around 10 minutes until William arrives pushing a small wooden cart full of luggage with great difficulty, on this cue the Knight begins his speech. "Hypocritical Entity entitled Peace, Child of the Mirror!" William unloads a wooden barrel and a large black iron cauldron with two handles on it from the cart. "You claim to represent peace however all you wish to do is prolong conflict!" William pours thick black oil from the barrel into the cauldron. "You take the appearance of an angelic being and attempt to save the injured from death but in the end all you do is extend their agony like a demon!" William opens a small pouch on his waist and takes out 3 small red crystals which he drops in the cauldron causing it to boil. "Therefore I, The Blue Knight, shall ground you to this earth and reveal you as the monster you are!"
astral-me teleports in again, responding also to their first post "I'm no 'villainous schemer', fool..."
"mostly the villainous part is what I object to."
"I'm no villain: the fewer allys the godmodder has, the more stuff he'll summon and do, so the war's pace is pre-decided."
"but, for the sake of the argument, lets suppose he Would lose faster if the PG players deserted, despite all evidence to the contrary."
"we aren't godmodders. none of us are. therefore, even if you kill him, I doubt he'll STAY dead."
"while this war is going on, I'd wager the godmodders a bit too busy to attack people."
"therefore, by siding with him and prolonging the war, I am actually stopping him from doing anything bad."
"so prolonging the battle is the right thing to do."
"granted, none of this factors into my real decision. I just want to play a game ; ).
while I was saying this, several blades of cyan light manifested and flew, spinning around, and cut, parried, and jabbed at the knight, distracting them from their planned assault, and another 4 orbs appeared and grew around me, firing bolts to punctuate any important point i make, and then combine, slamming into the knight and encompassing them in energetic goop, preventing further action this round and tossing them back into the same hill they had slammed into after the gravitational attack. "well, sorry to talk, attack, and leave once more, but I really must be going. tata."
10/20 JOE +2 tog last round +1 mirror last round +2 TOG
9/20 bob +1 mirror +1 talist +2 tog +2 consumer
+2 TOG returning favour. Pebbletopia, as per usual
>Ritual- boost your energywall one last time.
k did that. oh also this weird medic guy walked in front of my right as I was finishing that so i lazered him by accident, oops.
>Rapport- buff dem infantry builders.
K. my speech was really loud this time tho, it looked like it made some weird guy with a +marked briefcase go flying.
>archers- move forwards and prepare!
alright, we'll do th- OH GOD WHAT IS THAT KILL IT WITH ARROWS. sorry bout that, a horribly mutilated medic guy just walked in front of us and we thought it was a monster.
>ritualers ritual!
they do that... and somehow create a black hole by accident, sucking the medic into a dimension of pain. somehow.
as you'll notice, I killed the medic very hard there. so hard, in fact, that it exploded into tiny chunks of meat, which flew into the servant of conduits face. i then cooked the meat, and the servant ate it, but only if the medic was some human-like being and not an eldrich abomination. otherwise, I change my mind, toss out the medic meat, and buy him some hamburgers from mcdonalds, which heal him anyway.
Right right... the final barrier is already nearly dead... and the monikerbots aren't nearly regenerated enough... don't panic, monikerbots! STOP PANICKING! I'M NOT PANICKING! DON'T PANICCC!!!K!K!!!!
I use the power of my panicking and mispelling to run headfirst into the archer contingent, trampling and crushing thousands of them!
alright, so no achievement list...
maybe some sorta poorly written guide? these kinds of things usually have those kinds of things, right?
I look for a DTG:R guide for important information, notes, ect about the plot, new and confusing mehcanics, who's fighting who and where I can get a nice glass of Vé'Reinksnir, though I don't really get my hopes up for that last one.
On the off chance that I do manage to find some, I take advantage of its incredible flammability to light the Demon Horde on fire: cold fire.
the deliciously blue, alcoholic flames are so cold they ought not to even be classed as cold fire anymore. they are totally fine in remaining classed as 'incredibly dangerous', 'a serious frostbite hazard' and 'fun for the whole family (except you Zoe. Yes, you Zoe. you know who you are.)'.
luckily for me, because of the laws of Quantum Suicide of the Plottm, chance is indeed in my favour today, so I end up finding the Vé'Reinksnir with or without the guide's help.
You look for a guide to DTG:R. There seems to be something about this place that blocks your internet connection... you look up to the sky. Voidic internet connection can only really be blocked by massive defensive networks, it seems something will have to be done about the orbital defenses before you can look up a gameFAQ or whatever.
There is however a nifty plot recap in the second post of the thread. New and confusing mechanics are covered in the "special gimmicks" section of the How To Play in the beginning of the thread. Who's on which side can be found in the player list at the bottom of the update, and I'm afraid that any of that particular drink is probably in one of the Godmodder's store rooms if anywhere on the planet... or right at your feet. That's a weird place to find a drink, but there you go.
Cold fire burns the demons, dealing 18000 damage to them.
I'm more than a bit creeped out by the eldritch abominations present on the battlefield. If it were up to me, I'd dedicate all my time and resources to eliminate all of them. However, that's not the goal of the game. Besides, Val'Elzathor and the Daemonette is basically on our side..... right? That means that I'm going after the PG abomination, Obedience.
The winds pick up around Obedience, blowing away the smoke and shadows obscuring it's true form. I jump onto Obedience, landing on top of it. Ignoring the squelching sounds of my feet on it's body, I tear the crown off their head. Learning from past experience, I materialize a spear into one of my hands, and plunge it deep into Obedience's head, taking care to avoid damaging it's mechanical eye, which I intended to examine.
As Obedience collapsed, it's form begins to fuzz. The flesh of the creature phases away, leaving behind a burnt-out mechanical eye, which is probably for the better. Nobody can observe the intact corpse of an eldritch being, and live to tell the tale.
With the deed done, I drag the eyes of Obedience and Authority away. I might be able to reverse-engineer this...far-out technology.
THINGS: 17/20
Plan: 4/4, EXPENDED
New Charge: 10/15 (+10 from incentive)
I look to a specific location on the battlefield and move over, waving as the man in cyan gets up from the telekinetic toss he suffered. (@The Blue Knight) "Hail, Sir Heidal! Your arrival is well timed, we were in a spot of trouble before you showed up, although it appears we have retaken the advantage. As you also saw, the Godmodder has allies, but fear not, we outnumber them by a sharp margin, and for all their shows of force they cannot both deal with us and our forces effectively. We just have to keep pushing. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go and deal with a certain pesky tracker."
I also note that the Daemonette reports a similarity between the Avatar and the Ruinous Powers. Concerning to say the least, but also not my business. At least, not yet. Still, words would be had later.
I gaze at the weakened beast and move to execute it. A heavy duty particle beam cannon should suffice to bring it down, and so I quickly teleport in a fabrication system and have it construct the potent weapon. It is done quickly indeed thanks to the power of the Quantum Economy system, and the automated brand new weapon turns and fires. A beam of brilliant white light flared out, scorching the Tireless Tracker badly as it is engulfed entirely by the powerful energy beam, burned almost to ash. It survives, naturally (it's a pun because it's a green card), for it has the protection of the Godmodder. Still, it is plain as day that the foe has been badly damaged, almost unrecognizable from the burns in truth. I mentally disappear the weapon and constructor, as they are no longer needed.
Entity Orders:
The Champion attacks the Shrieker, unless it's Roosted and being bodyguarded by the Nest in which case it attacks the Nest.
The Daemonette heals the Champion.
"Alright, here's the gist of these forms," DCCCV said patiently.
"Yes, this is text. You fill in these squares to answer questions."
He looks over the form for a bit. "Hm. For example, this question is: 'Do you want to be the man?' in this case, I believe it would be wise to answer 'no', rather than 'yes', or 'PINEAPPLES!'."
If prodded for an answer why, he would respond with: "I have an inkling of what would happen if you ticked the other two answers: you'd be in for a world of pain."
"Forgive me for asking, but the world you come from, does it have no concept of bureaucracy?"
I put the White Mage in a Cone of Shame.
Now with a little help from JOE, meet Purity and Peace. Also, Thina, JOE, can I rely on you to help our healers survive? Peace uses Peace Gift on Lesser Avatar of Val'Elzathor, and Purity uses Purify on Obedience if they are still alive, other wise on the Servant of the Conduit.
Purity 100,000/100,000 HP: Bringer of Purity: Has water coming from her back.
1/5 Without Strife
Active: Purify- Heal a target entity for 20,000 HP.
Active: Pure Start- Remove all status effects on an entity, negative or positive.
Special: Without Strife- On a turn where no entity's Attack [that is, use offensive action- healing, summoning, and other non-damage actions are allowed], heal all allied entities by 50%? of their MHP.
Peace 100,000/100,000 HP: Embodiment of Peace, is wearing a dress of Olive branches.
1/5 One Day of Peace
Active: Peace Gift- If an entity accepts the gift and does not attack this turn, they get a 25,000 hp heal.
Active: Peaceful Aura- Reduce the damage of two entity's attacks by 50%.
Active: Nonviolent Resistance - Prevent an entity from acting this round.
Active: Megaman Fights for Everlasting Peace! - If the target entity attacks this round, do 30,000 damage to them.
Special: One Day of Peace- Prevent all entities, allied or otherwise, from attacking this round- acting is still possible, but not in an offensive manner.
20/20 Purity +3 from Token IN USE
20/20 Peace +4 from Token IN USE
From a blinding flash of a pure, warm light, two entities step out from the Mirror. Purity seems to be a woman made of white quartz, with sprouts of water coming out of the back, she has a dress of silk on. Peace is covered in olive branched. She has the wings of a dove, and a white box in her hands. For GM. Are these stats ok for Purity and Peace?
2/20 +1 from Token.
3/30 +2 from Token
+1 JOE +1 Talist
Alright, first off, those Peace's abilities are going to require a bit of a health drop (by say 30K) in order to be able to have the effect they do, and second of all, Peace's charged ability is not going to go through as a 5 charge. You'd need to up it to around a 9 turn charge for it to be okay.
I'm going to go ahead and field them with those stat changes now so you don't lose a turn.
[N]
They say that those who take in the pleasures of flesh will be tethered down to the plane of flesh. It's a recurring pattern, across myth and legend. Izanami no Mikoto was tethered to Yomi, eventually becoming its goddess, in the myth of the orient, the food of the fae entranced lost travellers and bound them to the realm (and will) of the faerie. The theory of eternal return says that myths repeat across time and space, in an eternal theatre, and why should it be any less true here? The Champion, for example, has consumed bloodstained flesh from McDonalds - that of a shrieking bird.
Accursed blood leads to blight and distortion, and the Shrieker's blood is distorted and corrupt, yes! It comes from between the crevices of an accursed forest near a warped hamlet, and in its flesh is carried blood and delirium. Those who drink of the blood of those within the warped hamlet acquire a crimson curse, a thirsting for a very particular type of blood. It drives them, and consumes their mind, and the Blood is all that they want and all that they need to survive, and it is of import. Those who get the curse waste away, and become as mosquitos, their face a proboscis, hounding behind whatever gives them the sacred Blood.
Now, class, who has just taken the flesh and meat of the Shrieker, again? Could it be the Champion! Wow! A merit for you all.
The Champion stands strong for a few moments, before writhing, submitting to depravity and hemophillic lust - the whims of the crimson curse. The first rule in cooking safety - always check to see if your meat isn't tainted!
McDonalds is a corporate engine, that pumps out low quality food assisted with the work of the menial, claimed to be high quality chicken specimens, taken from whatever country their tentacles have crawled into. This is a falsehood. Have you ever heard of a kitchen homunculus, an chicken embryo infused with the slightest of human essence, able to be formed in the backyard of any domestic alchemist? It's formed of primal essence and the hopeless experimentation of aspirants to those who wish to awake the minds of others. Perhaps most importantly, the creation of kitchen homunculi is something reptilian, stolen from the incorporated gods by some wage slave, warped, scarred by and likely killed for their knowledge.
By most arcane science (released to the masses in a cut down form!), the food monguls have found a way to create primordial goop of the same order of the homunculi, to grow fowl cells en masse, and distribute it to the world under the guise of food. Even birds of eldritch blood, as seen here, are far better meals, far safer to personal integrity - even still extremely dangerous - and the preferred dish of the archmagi.
/ / / / /
The Champion has gained the Crimson Curse.
The Crimson Curse: 0 rounds.
Sycophant [H]: Hp: 100/100. (x3).
Sycophants: Human-mosquito hybrids, tainted by the Crimson Curse. Seek the Blood. The Crimson Curse: A curse formed of unknown means, found in the Hamlet where the Darkest Dungeon resides. For every turn a unit possesses the Crimson Curse, spawn three Sycophants. At thirteen turns (and exactly thirteen, because thirteen is both a superstitious number and one signifying chance), the victim transmogrifies into a hybrid mosquito, becoming Hostile to all that crosses its path.
Buff / nerf as needed.
/ / / / /
(Salutations.)
+2 to JOEbob.
Hound of Chaos [1 / 5]
Masquerade [1 / 10]
You apply the crimson curse, the health of the sycophants is multiplied by 10, and given an attack of 500 each. Since it takes a whopping 13 turns to be turned hostile, I don't think that needs to be modified any. The Champion will almost certainly be long dead before that happens.
"HAHAHAHA!" The Blue Knight heartily laughs as he stands up and dusts himself off "Typical villainous schemer, teleporting away before I can offer a rebuttal to his monologue!" The Knight pauses "Astral manipulation though—and another Avatar of Blue? I'll have to take note of him."
The Knight, noticing the destruction of Authority at the hands of a brave doctor, hands his swords to William and meets the man waving to him. (@EternalStruggle) "Greetings to you as well friend, it is an honor to fight alongside you! I understand you are hero with knowledge of a far-flung future and that your Descended name is EternalStruggle, however I do not know if you possess a title you would prefer your allies such as myself to refer to you as, if you do pray tell what is it?"
Once the Blue Knight finishes his discussion with his new companion he sets of to find the Entity known as The Medic with William in tow. "Brave medicine man congratulations on your valiant victory against that abomination! Please relax a moment and allow my squire to treat your wounds" The Knight unabashedly grabs the copyright infringing briefcase used to slay Authority from The Medic's hands and gives it to William who uses supplies from it to attempt to treat The Medic's grievous wounds. "In the meantime drink with me!" The Knight offers The Medic a bota bag filled with red wine from the luggage William was carrying as he himself begins to gluttonously (and messily) pour a translucent blue liquid from another bag into a slit in his helmet.
Announcement post: To facilitate ease of play, from now on scans will be posted in the OOC thread, so that I can do it multiple times between rounds to allow people time to edit their posts appropriately based on an entity's stats if they so desire.
You can also now scan as many creatures in one post as you like. Just not the same creature multiple times.
I am now claiming my reward! +10 Charge. When accounting for Godmodder hit and +1s from people, I got a total of +28. Let's Wreck Shit.
Check
I scan the Tireless Tracker
General Action: Logic Repairs
Hey! The Champion is a robot! By all rights it shouldn't have been able to eat those Shrieker Nuggets in the first place. In fact, I never said I fed them the nuggets, merely that they were given to them. Yeah, looking at the Champion, it's just holding a box of McNuggets awkwardly... which somehow healed it. BY THE POWER OF LOGIC, I NULLIFY YOUR CURSE!
Charges (I think I did my math right...) Can't Be Controlled (20/20)(FIRING!) Weird Physics (20/20)(FIRING!)
{new} The Great War (3/20)
{new} Friends From Abroad (1/20)
+2 @EternalStruggle
Can't Be Controlled: Berserkerbot
It's Killbot Time!
Armament
-Dual Monomolecular Chainswords
-20mm automatic railgun
-Laser-guided missile pod
Defenses
-8cm CHOBHAM composite armor reinforced with carbon nanotubes
-Static Disruptor Field
Safeguards To Prevent Rogue AI
-None Berserkerbot
-Berserkerbot ignores all orders, attacking a random [PG] target each turn.
-Berserkerbot automatically counterattacks the first two attacks on it each turn, which prevents Berserkerbot from being damaged and damages the attacker if vulnerable.
-Berserkerbot's counterattacks do as much damage as its normal attacks.
-During a round in which Berserkerbot counterattacks, it does not perform its normal attack.
Weird Physics: The Quantum Menace
Ah, it seems that the manufacturing process of the Berserkerbot has spawned a bizarre quantum anomaly. Well, it seems stable enough while also having plenty of capacity to dish out pain, so I cast a quick animation charm on it and send the chunk of warped physics into battle. The Quantum Menace
-This Entity measures its HP on the player scale.
-This Entity starts with -10 HP. Yes, it starts below zero.
-The Quantum Menace only dies if its HP is exactly zero at the end of the round; overkill in either direction does not help.
Entity Orders
Department of Godmodder Destruction: HERE is the authorization to buff the Lesser Avatar of Val'Elzathor with Counterattack for two turns.
Berserkerbot: Berserk
Lesser Avatar of Val'Elzathor: Attack the Tireless Tracker.
Master Duelist: Stop claiming you're the captain of a vessel that no longer exists. Once you've done that, ATTACK THE TIRELESS TRACKER!
Quantum Menace: Attack the Tireless Tracker.
I decide I want to heal the Soul-Crushing Bureaucracy: DoGMD. unfortunately, I wasted my once-a-day cantrip healing the white mage last round. a real monkey wrench, those limits are. oh well. on the bright side, it is still today, and thus luck is still in my favour. however, lucky usually affects what the universe decides you need more then what you want, and therefore I cant just go about manipulating it to my every whim (without extensive specialisation, at least). Although... I can just go about manipulating what the universe decides I need to my every whim:
Drunk off my rocker on Vé'Reinksnir, I make the incredibly stupid decision to go make a bet with the nearest sentient celestial body. I end up betting my soul, body and ability to play this game on "something entirely random occurring, that ends up healing the S-CB: DoGMD". the counter to my offerings is a damage buff so minor it gets rounded down back to nothing.
we sit
we watch
we wait
about a dozen years later, A bunch of Soul-Crushingly Bureaucratic Vogons crash-land here, see the S-CB: DoGMD and instantly (well, after receiving permission signed in double, sent in, out, around, lost and found and dug up from burial under a pile of soft peat which, for those who know of the Vogons, is practically immediate) fall (just kinda settle down, really) in love (or as close as a Vogon can get to love, anyways). Seeing the immense amount of disrepair that has befallen their hopefully-(not)-soon-to-be-new-base in this sector of space, they get around to Soul-Crushingly Bureaucratically repairing the Soul-Crushing Bureaucratic Department using Soul-Crushing Bureaucracy-based repair-drones.
before this action can be deemed to powerful (because of instant summoning), all the Vogons are suddenly flung off at break-neck speeds (that, of course, break their necks) round the planet due to the immense boredom of a drunken alien tyrant out there... *waves hand in a manner meant to indicate where "there" is* somewhere...
You attempt to heal up the Soul Crushing Beauracracy, but forgot to fill out the paperwork! Your application for heal is rejected, and the Vogons go home sad.
Noticing the flash of light caused by the summoning of the Entities Purity and Peace, The Blue Knight bids farewell to The Medic and heads directly toward the origin of the light in order to confront these new Entities. William politely returns The Medic's briefcase and apologizes for the Blue Knight's brazen behavior before hurrying off in the direction of the knight he serves.
Upon reaching Peace, The Blue Knight poses dramatically with his hands on his hips staring down the Entity for around 10 minutes until William arrives pushing a small wooden cart full of luggage with great difficulty, on this cue the Knight begins his speech. "Hypocritical Entity entitled Peace, Child of the Mirror!" William unloads a wooden barrel and a large black iron cauldron with two handles on it from the cart. "You claim to represent peace however all you wish to do is prolong conflict!" William pours thick black oil from the barrel into the cauldron. "You take the appearance of an angelic being and attempt to save the injured from death but in the end all you do is extend their agony like a demon!" William opens a small pouch on his waist and takes out 3 small red crystals which he drops in the cauldron causing it to boil. "Therefore I, The Blue Knight, shall ground you to this earth and reveal you as the monster you are!"
The Blue Knight grabs one of the cauldrons two handles with both his hands and hammer throws the cauldron with such finesse and technical precision that not a single drop of oil spills from the cauldron until it is in midair hurtling towards the olive branch clothed Entity. Approximately half way towards the target, oil begins to pour out of the cauldron forming a stream of burning hot oil about to hit the Entity.
(To clarify intentions behind this action that might not be immediately obvious boiling oil was chosen in the hopes that a lightly clothed humanoid Entity like Peace was described to be would be particularly susceptible to oil which would burn her bare skin, also as an added bonus I hoped that the oil would stick to Peace's dove wings hindering her ability to fly, kinda like you see with some birds caught in oil spills.)
Okay... small announcement. I have an IRL vacation to go on for a few days. I'll miss at least one DOP, more likely 2. I attempt to put the monikerbots and their final barrier into a STASIS STATE where they'll be unable to attack or be attacked until I get back from vacation! If I can't do that... just the monikerbots and leave the Final Barrier out in the cold to suffer? ...Please?
I promise I won't abuse this or anything, but I do have a vacation to go on, and if the monikerbots are going to meet their end, I don't want it to happen because I was AFK...
Obedience and Authority are members of a species I made up, and may want to do more stuff with. I haven't given them too much thought, but they come from (roughly) the same place Thina does. Anyway... Let's give them that extra thought, as this post will likely kill Obedience.
First of all, the Crown isn't a literal crown. It's a symbol of authority. Note the lack of capital there.
As the figure collapses, the smoke drains away into the surrounding area, leaving behind... something. It's not a corpse, at least, not anything you'd call a corpse. It's more reminiscent of a mechanical wreck, with parts and spikes jutting at odd and even impossible angles. Even as the wreck lays there, it contorts and folds in on itself in regular, yet completely fantastic ways, each roughly cylindrical 'bone' seeming to invert itself and rotate around an axis not in this world. As power drains from it, deep black fluids bleed from the remains, seeming to flow not just around, but in many cases, through the body. Sometimes, the fluids hit platforms that aren't there, curving against gravity, and sometimes the fluids flow out of existence, there one moment and gone the next.
The eyes look similar, being roughly spherical orbs that you have to rip away from the remains even when they aren't touching it, like they are still somehow connected. They have a mass of what look like wires and bolts on one side, and on the other, a now dull glossy looking surface. Moving the eyes proves surprisingly difficult, as they act as if they have a center of mass far outside the object, letting them roll even on completely flat surfaces.
I both love and hate the trope of 'eldritch abominations'. Most people just seem to write them as mindless squid monsters that I guess smell so bad, even being next to one drives you insane. I feel like the truth would be way more complicated than that, and I doubt I have even 5% of my interpretation correct. But, I love trying to think from a completely alien point of view.
As DCCCV takes and looks at the form, Thina stares down, batting a pebble between her paws. After a moment, she swats the pebble off into the distance and looks up again.
"So, every square correlates with an answer? ... Okay. Is that all of it? Filling in squares?"
She tilts her head to the side as she thinks.
"And... is my grammar wrong? I thought questions that started with 'do you' were usually yes or no questions. Why is pineapples an answer?"
At the question to her, she glances down to the side, curling her tail around her.
"Um... well, there's nothing like this. Things tend to be more... ah... verbal. Plus, we don't use..."
She flicks at the corner of the form, having it bend back and forth.
"We don't use paper much, not for sending messages like this."
I sigh and turn to see two new Entities, why oh why do I now have to deal with this? I raise a weapon and prepare to open fire. Then I look at them. They radiate an aura of peace and seem to be healers. I waver slightly as they go about being merciful and such. I sigh and lower the gun I was holding. No, I can't bring myself to hurt them. I'm holding the moral high ground here. Still, that didn't mean I couldn't attack the Godmodder! I withdraw a cunning device of the Void Dragon, similar but different from the rifle I used to try and attack our chief foe earlier. This one is very odd looking, and its effects are stranger still. It sets off a vacuum metastability event in the targeted area, which generates an expanding bubble of false vacuum that lasts for a few milliseconds before collapsing. Matter within the volume is dismantled due to the insides having different physical constants. Thanks to a secondary effect of the weapon, the bubble only expands out to a few meters instead of growing at light speed and killing us all, which is very nice. Even being in fully sealed armor won't save you, because you're being attacked by the laws of physics in the area. And of course the weapon generates the bubble around the Godmodder by definition, so he can't dodge it because it's around him by definition. And he also can't use that to attack something because as I said, the effect only lasts for a few milliseconds, and he'll too be busy getting ripped to nothing to think straight in the immediate time frame of the effect, which I repeat is very short. Naturally, I fire this when he's a good distance away from any allied units, or as good a distance as I can get if he's sticking close to our line for some reason.
In a flash of light, a strange looking soldier appears on the battlefield, looking very confused. I turn and nod at my newest ally. "Hey, you must be very confused, but the long and short of it is that I need your help. As you can see, we're fighting hard here and there are beings with immense power suppressing me, I'm sure you can feel it. Aid me here, and I will help you destroy the Tasen once and for all. I've also sent you a map that will allow you to effectively use your teleporter. I know this seems confusing, but trust me I'm being truthful and this will all make sense."
A momentary pause.
"Very well, alien. I shall fight your war in exchange for you helping fight mine later."
Komato Assassin summoned!
HP: 52.5k.
Attack: 20k.
Dodge: 50% chance. I promise this is the last of my dodge-based Entities for a while, I won't start spamming units with dodge or anything.
The Assassin attacks the Shrieker, unless it's Roosted and being guarded in which case it attacks the Nest instead.
You fire at the Godmodder. Physics falls apart, atoms are torn to shreds... but when the bubble collapses, the Godmodder is still standing there. Unperturbed and extremely angry.
He punches you in the face. Hard. It seems he doesn't appreciate the attempt to disassemble his molecules.
General Action: Hunting The Hunter
Ah, self-upgrading Entities, always a pain to deal with. I should know, having summoned one myself. Still, it's better to kill them sooner, rather than later. With that in mind, I grab my trusty FGM-148 Javelin, and fire.
The missile streaks downrange, arcing directly over the Tracker, before it smashes down on top of them and explodes.
Just a Chatge Attack: 20/20 [EXPANDING]
Something something clever name: 8/20
+1 @DCCCV
+1 @The Blue Knight a bit late, but welcome to the cause
Emerald uses the stored energy he's been saving up for a while to charge up his lamp, and simply smash it into the projector of Inscruta repeatedly. Overkill damage goes to the Tireless Tracker. Overkill damage for that goes to the Arborback Stomper. If Inscruta cannot be attacked, this goes for Tireless Tracker instead.
The White Mage uses Cura on Medic, while Medic murders the Arborback Stomper.
JOE, please stop making complicated entities: 7/20 (+6 from previous rounds)
You expend large amounts of charge to pierce through the exile that Inscruta is in, dealing 50000 damage to it. You suddenly get the feeling that this was a colossal waste of effort.
I get in the Godmodder's face, receiving his undivided attention.
I throw at him some oysters and diamonds, and force him onto a horse.
Other things:
"Somewhere, out there in the void, there is a world. On that world, the term 'The Guy' is used to describe the person who has the most parkour skill. Reality works differently there. Pineapples.... behave strangely,", he says. "I'm not making this up, honest."
Okay, wreck of Obedience and Authority. You two seem to be multidimensional creatures.
I whisk them away into my demiplane for further analysis in the future.
THINGS: 18/20, (+1 from Emerald_Mann
Plan: 4/4, EXPENDED
New Charge: 13/15 (+2 from The Blue Knight)
11/20 JOE
10/20 bob
+1 mirror +1 talist (sorry TOG, i hath prior +ing commitments. if i need more +'s on a specific round i'll ask you) Pebbletopia DOP!
>infantry, archers, whip guy: get in that piy
they do that.
>everyone in pit: dig the tunnel!
they do that.
>ritualers: ritual closer to the mountain!
they do th- oh you get it by now.
now, my action!
....i have no idea what to do with my action.
so i guess i'll counter the other blue guy.
astral-me teleports in again, responding also to their first post "I'm no 'villainous schemer', fool..."
"mostly the villainous part is what I object to."
"I'm no villain: the fewer allys the godmodder has, the more stuff he'll summon and do, so the war's pace is pre-decided."
"but, for the sake of the argument, lets suppose he Would lose faster if the PG players deserted, despite all evidence to the contrary."
"we aren't godmodders. none of us are. therefore, even if you kill him, I doubt he'll STAY dead."
"while this war is going on, I'd wager the godmodders a bit too busy to attack people."
"therefore, by siding with him and prolonging the war, I am actually stopping him from doing anything bad."
"so prolonging the battle is the right thing to do."
"granted, none of this factors into my real decision. I just want to play a game ; ).
while I was saying this, several blades of cyan light manifested and flew, spinning around, and cut, parried, and jabbed at the knight, distracting them from their planned assault, and another 4 orbs appeared and grew around me, firing bolts to punctuate any important point i make, and then combine, slamming into the knight and encompassing them in energetic goop, preventing further action this round and tossing them back into the same hill they had slammed into after the gravitational attack. "well, sorry to talk, attack, and leave once more, but I really must be going. tata."
kaboom kaboom kaboom!
Lots of kaboom. 10000 damage.
#HowDoBallsCue
The Archer contingent turns their bows to focus on the biggest threat on the field, the Lesser Avatar of Val'Elzathor. A flurry of arrows pours through the air and deals out 20000 damage to the avatar. Inscruta's still somewhere off in the furthest ring scaring eldritch abominations or something. The Servant of the conduit weaves flows out of the final monikerbot barrier, dealing 10000 damage to it and auto-triggering the Tireless Tracker's ability once again. The Tireless Tracker dives for the Master Duelist, but the duelist twirls around him and flips his sword backwards, dealing 5000 counterattack damage to him and blocking the attack.
Then the arborback stomper tries its luck. The master duelist looks up as the shadow falls across it, and fails to move out of the way. SQUISH. Master Duelist killed. The Shrieker puts its held artifact into the shrieker nest. Purity restores 20000 health to the tireless tracker, seeing as he's the most in need of help. Peace heals up the shrieker nest to full using one of its abilities.
The Demon Horde does not like Peace nor Purity, and unleashes its unholy rage upon the Purity, and stopping along the way to trample and gore the white mage. dealing 25000 damage to the former and killing the latter.
The Lesser Avatar of Val'Elzathor shrugs off the massive arrow assault and slides over to the Tireless Tracker, enveloping him in shadow. There are screams, flashes of light, and the lesser avatar slides away, the Tireless Tracker 27000 health less. The champion opens fire with its massive array of guns, dealing 23000 damage to the Shrieker. The Soul-Crushing Beauracracy grants counterattack I to the Lesser Avatar of Val'Elzathor for 2 rounds. The Daemonette moves over to the champion, and using whatever dark magics they are using, heal the champion up for 22000 health.
The Brutalcorn charges the archer contingent and brutalizes a large number of them, dealing 12000 damage. The Berserkerbot goes berserk and charges right into the Arborback stomper, dealing 15000 damage to it in a blind rage. The Quantum Menace phases in and out of reality, and then quantum locks with the tireless tracker. The next time it flashes in and out of reality, the tireless tracker doesn't come back with it. tireless tracker killed! The Komato assassin does a stealth assassination of the Shrieker, until the shrieker suddenly squawks and takes off, dodging the assassination attempt.
Hello AGs. Looks at your entities, now back to me, now back at your entities, now back to me. Sadly, they aren't me, but if you stopped throwing them at me like cheap candy and switched to Pro-Godmodder, they could be close to me. Look down, back up. Where are you? You're in a wasteland with the man who's going to murder your entities. What's in your hand, back at me. I have it. It's a mousetrap with two entities on their way to death. Look again, the entities are now dead. Anything is possible when you're fighting the Godmodder on his home turf. I'm on a horse. The monikerbots' final barrier and lesser avatar of Val'Elzathor both take 75000 damage, but neither of them, contrary to what the Godmodder said, are dead. Shut up you it was for a joke.
Your forces continue to push the Pro-Godmodders backwards across the barren wasteland, finally coming to the edges of it. 5% distance gained!
Everything ticks up and down. Inscruta is no longer in exile. THe auto-crafter craps itself and loses one charge.
Itinerary:
Destroy the Godmodder!
Maintain the entity advantage!
Distance: 40% Main Battlefield:
Entity Advantage: [AG]
The Godmodder [PG]: Hp: 95/100. On a Horse. Monocle of Searching [A]. Fluorite Duet [A] Runic Battleaxe [A]
Archer Contingent [PG]: Hp: 24,000/100,000.
Inscruta [PG - JOEbob]: Hp: 40,000/90,000. The End Gazes Back: 8/8.
Servant of the Conduit [PG]: Hp: 7,000/50,000.
Arborback Stomper [PG]: Hp: 158,000/250,000.
Shrieker [PG - Talist]: Hp: 72,000/100,000. Holding: nothing. Call In The Murder: 3/3. Shrieking Flight: 4/6. 20% dodge.
Shrieker's Nest [PG - Talist]: Hp: 150,000/150,000. Predator Armor [A] 4/5 uses. Fusionray Laser Rifle [A] 3/5 uses.
Purity [PG - MrMirrorMan]: Hp: 75,000/100,000. Without Strife: 1/9.
Peace [PG - MrMirrorMan]: Hp: 62,000/70,000. One Day of Peace: 1/9.
Demon Horde [H]: Hp: 227,000/400,000.
Sycophants x3 [H]: Hp: 1,000/1,000.
Monikerbots x63,000 [AG - Moniker]: Hp: 1/1. exiled: until Moniker returns.
Monikerbots' Final Barrier [AG - Moniker]: Hp: 19,000/250,000. SELF DESTRUCT: 2/5.
Lesser Avatar of Val'Elzathor [AG - I Just Write]: Hp: 115,000/210,000. Will of the Dark God: 2/3. 5000 regen. Counterattack I (2 rounds)
Champion [AG - eternalstruggle]: Hp: 87,000/105,000. Crimson Curse: 1/13
Soul-Crushing Bureaucracy: Department of Godmodder Destruction [AG - I Just Write]: Hp: 30,000/40,000.
Daemonette [AG - eternalstruggle]: Hp: 66,000/66,000. 25% dodge.
Brutalcorn [AG - DCCCV]: Hp: 80,000/90,000. UMadBro: 3/3. ILiftBro: 3/5. Burning 3 rounds.
Berserkerbot [AG - I Just Write]: Hp: 60,000/60,000
The Quantum Menace [AG - I Just Write]: Hp: -10
Komato Assassin [AG - eternalstruggle]: Hp: 50,000/50,000. 50% dodge chance.
Gutza1 [AG - Player]: Hp: DED/20.
Crusher48 [AG - Player]: Hp: 20/20. Auto-crafter [A] Durability: 12/20. Juggernaut armor [A] 6/8 HP. 4/4 Shields
Dragon Core: owner: eternalstruggle. 2 uses left.
[AG]
Hezetor. 3 posts
Gutza1. 3 posts
Chimera: 3 posts
Eternal Struggle
DCCCV
I just write:
redstonetam15
Twinbuilder: 3 posts
Enerald_Mann
Randomname: 3 posts
CrownlessKing: 3 posts
ArcticArchiver: 3 posts
helldivercommand: 3 posts
variant: 3 posts
KuraHyena: 3 posts
Moniker
Tam Lin: 3 posts
rougesteelprojec: 3 posts
crusher48: 3 posts
lytea: 1 post
The Blue Knight
12/20 JOE
12/20 bob +1 mirror
+1 mirror +1 talist
inscruta... sigh... uses the end gazes back...
PEBBLETOPIA DOP
>rapport: make a shorter speech this time, k?
alright, alright.
>infantry: build
the infantry do so. this wall is starting to look pre-tty sturdy
>archers: prepare split arrows
the archers do thUNHOLY BLEEP THOSE ARE BIG ARROWS.
so uh.
i made a minor mistake while animating, so the arrows are huge now.
i'm just gonna...
leave it this way and act as if they aren't huge. Laziness!
[the arrows will function as if normal sized, but be ridiculously big visually.]
>abomination, ritual, mages, minor gods, generic gods: ritual!
after they stop gawking at the giant arrows, they make the ritual... more ritually. or something. it has more power now so there's that.
I grit my teeth and walk over to lesser avater of val'whatshisname.
...and punch it with the power of three old spice parody's which were planned within a 5 day period of one another. specifically, the power of steffan, kekreations light, another me, something unknown, and a horse.
all these things then slam into LAo val'whatever, causing half of his body to turn into cake, which is then [redacted]'d, and eaten by a horsearoni- wait no, pick the bigger of the two horse fiduspawns, they eat more despite having no substantial strength advantages.
5/20 getting down to business
5/20 defeating 'Huns'
+2 @I just write
sorry I wasn't able to heal properly
quick question: is there any specific paperwork that needs filling out?
or can I just put in any unreasonably bureaucratic form?
Since the heal failed last round, the Vogons ended up not... ending, so suddenly/violently/entirely-unexpectedly/-
[at this point, the narrator was killed suddenly and violently by some angry Vogons in a very expected act of revenge for an attempt at murdering them he will, from here on out, be replaced by the sole survivor of the Prison Ship that was used to kill them]
so, uh, yeah
[he's not very good at this, if you'll forgive him for it. last time he tried to talk to someone, the planet blew up, aliens ate the remains and then the remains ate the aliens.
truly, he was not born for public speaking]
um, so, uhhhhh OH G-
[and here, the un-interesting prisoner was killed by the actual lone survivor (well, lone now)]
[warbling staticy sound as the we attempt to translate the narration is what you're hearing right now. we apologise for the inconvenience]
Anyways, the Vogons return, upset (though not exactly what one would call sad. really more angry then sad for reasons I will get round to explaining in a second) because their attempt at a fixer-upper failled because of "a lack of the necessary paperwork". The Vogons, of course, find themselves pleased because now they have something to yell about in a grand, angry manner (if anything Vogons do have anything even resembling manners). They complain that of course they have the necessary files and forms; they're just in the middle of being found and that if you'd just trust them on this, heal the Department now and go on your way, you'd get the recently dug-up papers in about a month or nine. Of course, that's not an acceptable answer at all for something so horribly bureaucratic! At this point, people start to get suspicious. What kind of Vogon could ever fail at being more necessarily bureaucratic than anything or anyone else in the metaphorical room?! The answer is, of course, none. For alas, these """Vogons""" had loads of air-quotes around their names (that you seemed to have missed before, and you wonder why) provide another hint at the ghastly truth: THE VOGONS WEREN'T VOGONS AT ALL. The Godmodder goes in to investigate the """Vogons""" and, after pulling off a few costumes made from supprisingly good special effects, its revealed that the Vogons were acually...
by god...
they were actually...
no, you cant tell the people, for their own mental stability...
but in the name of freedom...
they're...
theyr're...
humans
hands up if you didnt expect that. *to whoever puts up their hands flies about twenty throwing knives*.
but alas, these arent just any ordinairy humans: they're mages! but alas, these arent jsut ordinary mages: theyre intermancers!
...
intermancers!
...
INTERMANC- you know, you dont seem to be as excited about this as you should be. perhaps because you have no idea what an intermancer even is? if such is the case then please, allow me to explain:
"Intermancer: noun
formed from the base word Intermancey
Intermancey: secret arcane art that involves using magic to manipulate The Intermediate Moments. Entirely Hypothetical, of course.
Intermediation Theory: Very simple theory, really. basically, there is an argument goes that if you take a look at any individual moment, there is no movement. since there's no movement ant any moment, movement is a lie. Now, Intermediation Theory is one of the less... logical solutions to Zeno's temporal paradox. Created by the Cultist of Incer'[two folded pieces of paper]theren[the sound of a dead giraffe's liquids spewing out of its throat at top speeds]bob, the theory is that Incer- er, their god- is an entity that exists outside of time, and the universe. Motion is simply an illusion. nothing moves. instead, every subatomic particle in existence is most likely to be in a particular place: the same place that it always has been in and always will be in. its a very traditionalist particle, after all, and in its wiser years its come to realise that change is simply a trick by the cleverest of the youth (if any of the young'ns can be called clever) to try and move the particles out've the comfy chair. of course, in the grand infinity of the universe there is always a chance for something crazy. Indeed, there is a probability (however infinitesimally small) that that particle might suddenly be swayed by a pretty boy who joins whatever party's more progressive at the time and decide to randomly exist somewhere else. The God takes a look at every moment in time and, by observing it, collapses probabilty. thus, particles appear to move, or don't, and we're left with the illusion of motion.
the problem of what why, if its far more likely that particles don't move, do we keep moving has most commonly been met with a combination of the Many Worlds theory and The Quantum Suicide of the Plot theory. basically, that we never experience any universe where we don't move because that'd be boring, and no one wants to play a boring forum game.
at about that point, most people listening join the cult, after having discovered the grand truth that reality is a game.
Of course, those who escape with the knowledge and their sanity usually go on to become Intermancers: mages who use magic to bribe The God to change his decision on, say, not making millions of bars of gold spontaneously appear near the Intermancers, or change their enemies from people to a large super nova.
In essence, they become reality warping d[redacted]-bags"
~some drunken butt, 2022
The 42 (meaningless coincidence, that. funny though) Intermancers, though not bureaucratic enough to pass for a Vogon, are just as easily bribed. Thus, at the offer of one of the best drinks in the universe and not getting murdered by one of the most dangerous criminals in the galaxy, they quickly fill out Prisoner Γ's request for so simple an object. Before continuing with the attack, Prisoner Gamma decides to start doing things in the 1st person.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
that's nice
ok
so
I take my newly formed Rod of Discord, run up to the Godmodder and stab him with it. oh yeah. just a stab. straight into the chest. and i'm still holding on, because we ain't done here yet. I turn the Godmodder (who's still stunned by the sheer stupidity of my actions) so that the RoD (oh hey, that's funny) is pointed far, far over the horizon. channelling what little psionic powers I have into it, I activate it. a mere moment later, a cute, new subatomic particle joins our little particle community and, with ravishing looks and dashing charm and an all around terrible political plan, convinces the particles that make up our bodies to disperse.
we die.
another moment, and they've re-assembled right where I pointed with the RoD. well, most of them have. for safety reasons, you're supposed to wait about 6 seconds before using the RoD again, to catch any hypothetical stragglers who CANT SEEM TO FIGURE OUT THAT THERE'S A MINIMUM SPEED WHEN DRIVING, GRANDMA.
*sigh*
sorry
as I was saying, I care nothing for safety, so I teleport away within about 3 seconds instead. once again, we're both torn to pieces and re-assembled somewhere else (where it just so happens to be raining), except that a few important particles are missing. mainly, both of us seem to be missing some flesh. oh well. probably not important
Again, Destruction. Reconstruction. missing bone.
Again, disintagration. re-integration. missing blood.
Again.
Again.
Again.
at this point, neither of us is what one would think of first (or even nine-thousand-eight-hundred-and-fifty-sixth (or even beyond that, really)) one one says the word "Person". yet, somehow we still are alive (if barely). realising that unfortunate truth, point the RoD to the top of a mountain and activate it (letting go at the last second so as not to be dragged along with it). The Ball of Godmodder Mulch, all that remains of him now, rolls down the mountain, gathering into a large snowball with a nice, gorey core (the Gore-Core, as we're now calling it). The GC is dragged into a convenient Temporal Worm by momentum (which, as we proved was a lie so...) and pure luck. the Temporal Worm takes GC back in time. to a time of magic. a time of legends. a time of epic forgings of epic rings that would be used to epic means to epic ends. the mountain gone, GC 's momentum carries it up the other mountain right in its path. except that its no ordinary mountain, but Mount Doom! GC falls into the forge and, in a critical moment, is entirely destroyed. just at the moment of what should be The Godmodder's soul being released, it is instead put into the Ring of Power that's forged at that exact moment. and so, for an age and another, the Godmodder's soul is destroyed as his inherent power is used by the tyrannical and entirely evil lieutenant of Morgoth as he goes about killing things and being cool and stuff until, finally, two hobbits cast the ring back into its birth fires. then, and only then, is what remains of the Godmodder's soul released.
after millions of years spent gathering strength and followers, a ritual is preformed to brew a potion that re-grants the Godmodder a body. Finally, after all that time he returns to the Battlefield where, in a freak turn of events, a large elephant accidentally sits on him with the force of everything thats happened in this post.
he dies.
he survives dying, of course, as death doent kill people: being killed does.
he does not, however, survive unscathed
as a single one of his new body's particles is lead astray yet again be the thinly-veiled metaphor that was the Cool and New Particle.
it tears itself from him st light speed and, thinking the pain is from a mosquito, he slaps himself with all of his strength before realising how dumb an idea it is
RIP
GODMODDER:
died to death
2022-2017 (give or take)
I then take another swig of Vé'Reinksnir, because I saved myself some
cool new charge of mysteries: 20/20 (+10 from claiming the +10)
aw [REDACTED] here comes pacman
well, not really
instead comes someone else
cool and new person who is cool and also new [cool and new]: HP: likeabillion
attacks:
cool: do something cool
new: do something new
passives:
cool and new: can't be harmed by uncool and unnew entities or attacks
I feel pity for the Champion, and have Purity use "Pure Start" on them, if they agree to attack the Demon Horde, Peace uses Megaman Fights for Everlasting Peace on the Demon Horde, and I invoke the power of various holy gods and goddesses to help me Smite the Demon Horde, for attacking Purity. If the Champion doesn't accept, then Purity uses Purify on herself. I also make sure Peace is ok, after being covered in oil. I turn to the blue knight, and speak "I heard what you said, and I have to say, you are quite hypocritical. You first action was to try to heal a healer, someone with the same purpose as Peace, and dam Peace for what she does, all because she is one of my children? I have to wonder what you have done to become a knight, as all I see is a hypocritical oaf."
Purity 75,000/100,000 HP: Bringer of Purity: Has water coming from her back.
2/9 Without Strife
Active: Purify- Heal a target entity for 20,000 HP.
Active: Pure Start- Remove all status effects on an entity, negative or positive.
Special: Without Strife- On a turn where no entity's Attack [that is, use offensive action- healing, summoning, and other non-damage actions are allowed], heal all allied entities by 50%? of their MHP.
Peace 63,000/70,000 HP: Embodiment of Peace, is wearing a dress of Olive branches.
2/9 One Day of Peace
Active: Peace Gift- If an entity accepts the gift and does not attack this turn, they get a 25,000 hp heal.
Active: Peaceful Aura- Reduce the damage of two entity's attacks by 50%.
Active: Nonviolent Resistance - Prevent an entity from acting this round.
Active: Megaman Fights for Everlasting Peace! - If the target entity attacks this round, do 30,000 damage to them.
Special: One Day of Peace- Prevent all entities, allied or otherwise, from attacking this round- acting is still possible, but not in an offensive manner.
Check
Time for some ego stroking; I scan the Berserkerbot's flavor text.
General Action: Here We Go Again... Again... Again...
Thinking back to my very first attack on the Godmodder, I can't help but wonder if something similar might work. Not the same, obviously, or the Curse of Repetition would kick in and ruin any chances I might have.
With that, I fired off the same curse I'd used back then to trap the Godmodder in one place. As soon as the first relocation happened, the Godmodder replied "Oh no, I am NOT falling for that again. Nice try."
As I pulled out my laser bazooka, I told the Godmodder "You don't have to fall for it again, dogmodder." and I fired.
To my shock and horror, they caught the laser beam, and I shouted "NO FAIR! LIGHT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY!"
As the Godmodder prepared to throw my shot back at me, he replied "It does n-"BIG QUACK SURPRISE ATTACK! Completely without forewarning, explanation, or my involvement, a duck of all things erupts from the Godmodder's chest like the chestburster from Alien, damaging him as it escapes.
Entity Orders
Department of Godmodder Destruction: HERE is authorization to attack the Arborback Stomper. Attack before my other Entities.
Berserkerbot: Berserk
Lesser Avatar of Val'Elzathor: If the Shrieker's alive, make it less so. Otherwise target the Arborback Stomper.
The Quantum Menace: If the Shrieker's alive, make it less so. Otherwise target the Arborback Stomper.
I play a mind trick on the Demonic Syncophants, forcing them to rethink their life. Teaching them how to be more constructive, I put them to work building up the Monikerbot's Final Barrier.
CHARGE EXPENDED: THINGS: 20/20 (+1 from redstonetam)
I drop some gemstones onto the ground. The ground around it is burst open as a Large Earth Elemental binds itself to the gem, gaining physical form. Taking one of it's hands, I carve a series of runes into what approximated as it's knuckles. Pointing it towards the AGs, it willingly joins the battle.
Earth Elemental: 105,000/105,000 HP
These things are actually everywhere. They just happen to be locked away underground. A sufficient offering, given with the right ritual will cause one to follow your cause wholeheartedly.
Runed fist: A relatively simple augmentation, when fully charged, deals extra damage to a target. 0/2.
In addition, I would like some information on how Voidic internet works.
"What the heck-" I manage to say through my shock as the Godmodder survives the false vacuum collapse fully intact and walks towards me. I note he's swinging out with a fist, and-
_____
A headless body lays on the ground. The head can only be found as a spray of gore, because it was punched into that by an angry reality warper. Next to the body lies a broken pair of sunglasses.
The sharply dressed man is dead. The only good news is that his summons and pocket dimensions remain, so the Dragon Core is safe.
The Daemonette and Assassin convene next to the corpse over what to do next.
"Well," The Daemonette says after a moment, using an actual voice for the first time. "I think we can agree that this is quite troublesome."
The Komato snorts. "He got taken out just like that? And he wanted to help fight the Tasen? What a waste of my time."
The Warp creature hummed and tilted her head. "Looks can be deceiving. He brought you through dimensions to here, didn't he? And I have seen him defeat the greatest of foes. A simple punch is what it looked like to be sure, but what was its true strength?"
The assassin shook her head. "We can discuss this all day, but I think there's a more pressing matter at hand."
"What to do with the body?" The Daemonette asked with interest.
The alien just scowled in return. "No, what to do with regards to this battlefield. We have no choice to stay and fight, I believe. I doubt we'll be let off by our opponents."
"Well, you said it yourself." The Daemon replied. "We fight."
They took a moment to discuss their first plan of attack to each other with a whisper, and then put it into action.
The Assassin teleported over to the Servant of the Conduit, twin plasma cannons charging. The Servant whirled around, but it was already too late, and a facefull of white-hot energy ended its existence. As it began to topple backwards, the Daemonette caught it, and her slender human hand reached out towards her ally. In return, the assassin tossed over a laser knife, which Slaanesh's minion plunged deep into the ruined body of the elf. The energy still contained erupted forth, and the Daemonette channeled the power outwards into a purple sphere. A direct connection to the Prince of Pleasure was worth as much as any mortal's ritual circle, although usually Daemons stayed away from doing such things themselves. However, this war was nothing if not a unique circumstance.
The sphere grew and grew until it was the size of a room, and then shot off at high speeds at the infernal bird, the Shrieker. If it hit, it would detonate in a massive explosion of kinetic force and Warpfire, a devastating impact.
The Knight, noticing the destruction of Authority at the hands of a brave doctor, hands his swords to William and meets the man waving to him. (@EternalStruggle) "Greetings to you as well friend, it is an honor to fight alongside you! I understand you are hero with knowledge of a far-flung future and that your Descended name is EternalStruggle, however I do not know if you possess a title you would prefer your allies such as myself to refer to you as, if you do pray tell what is it?"
"So..." The Daemonette says, having walked up besides the Knight. "I know you wanted to talk to him a bit more, and he was going to respond, but then he died, and his soul is who knows where. I'm afraid you'll have to talk to me or the assassin in the future instead, we being his last summons."
Unfortunately, the Champion's circuitry has been fully taken over by the Crimson Curse, and can now only follow its final set of orders, for it cannot satisfy its craving for blood, knows this, and has instantly gone mad. Fortunately won't teamkill. Not yet anyway. Still, it can't agree to anything, it is physically incapable. Perhaps it's master could force it, but, well, that's no longer an option.
Something something clever name: 9/20
JOE, you have made a big mistake: 18/20
Emerald uses his +10 to significantly advance a charge to make JOE much less of a threat. "He was one turn away. One turn. One turn away from evolving into a better entity than he currently was. Congratulations, you have made me dislike you even more than I currently do. Even if you have a change of heart and switch to AG, I will change to PG to oppose you. I had plans for that Entity, it was gonna be fun! And now he's dead."
Emerald grins, rather maliciously "but enough rambling. I have work to do"
OOC: this is a strictly IC hate Piono, it won't leak out of here
Back to IC!:
+2 @DCCCV"please, join me in making JOE's existence agony"
Emerald takes a deep breath in, then out, then in... then stops. He doesn't want to be calm. Unlike some people, he doesn't really have explosive rage, which would disfocus him and cause him to make mistakes. No, this anger is more... sharpened. Cold. His revenge would have to wait, the only entity of JOE's he can target is Inscruta, which isn't very effective. For now, he will merely take out some of his anger on something else. He puts away his lamp. He won't be using that for a while. Instead, he pulls out something else, out of a rift he recently created. A blade, about two feet long, and two inches thick, covered in runed marks, of many varied languages, whether it be Norse, Egyptian, Drenovian, Greek, Latin, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, or any other language you would care to name, tiny runes, hundreds carved into each square inch of the blade. Rather than a normal guard extended off of two sides, the guard is instead 3 inch thick barriers, equally spaced, colored red, blue, and yellow, connected by a thin wire circle of lime green, and the handle, which is... just normal, surprisingly. He takes it by the handle and puts the lamp within the same rift he formed. He briefly felt something as he wielded the blade, a slight draining of his energy, and shook it off easily. He wouldn't be able to wield this blade, Yufeso, for long. The drain would only get exponentially higher as he continued to use it. For now though, it will be very helpful, in order to better make JOE's life, and by extension his allies life, misery. He glances over at the two new PG entities on the field, Purity, and Peace, and decided that they must not be allowed to live. Rage guiding his hand, he leaps forward at high speeds, a nearly completely horizontal jump, and slashes straight through Peace, blade going through her center as though it was air, without visibly leaving a mark. He continues slashing and cleaving away at her, each time the blade passing through without making any mark, a total of 20 times. He takes a deep breath and stabs her, once, through her chest, and grins as all the other cuts and slashes he had made all open simultaneously, whatever equivalent of blood she has spraying from the various wounds. He withdraws his blade, and backs away, done for now.
General Action: As We Dance To The Masochism Tango
Without warning, I dash over to the Shrieker, and in a blur of motion I not only dress them up in a set of formal ballroom wear, but I also enchant my body similarly to those voodoo dolls I put in that accordion a while back. That done, I pull them into a waltz through a specially prepared deathtrap of a dancefloor with barbed wire stretched across it, bursts of flame erupting from the tiles, shots from sniper rifles being randomly fired across the dancefloor as the occasional circular saw sticking out at an inconvenient angle.
I dance the screaming bird through all of this, the both of us being dismembered and burned as we swung through the deadly arena. The difference was that while the bird's wounds stuck, leading to them rapidly resembling ground meat more than anything as we danced against their will, I was currently channeling the dark power of Val'Elzathor through my body, a sacrifice not currently being necessary what with his Avatar being on this plane. This caused all the damage I was receiving to transfer itself to the target of my choice, as I was effectively a walking, talking voodoo doll at the moment.
And currently, I was directing all the damage I was receiving straight to my unwilling dance partner, amplifying their pain twicefold. Soon, the music ceased, and I let go of my dance partner, the Shrieker dropping to the floor in a mangled heap as I released them.
Charges
The Great War (10/20)
Friends From Abroad (4/20)
+2 @EternalStruggle
"No, no, nonono, no, no no!"
A guy I just helped is now dead. "Wait, something's off here. You can't kill a descendant that easily. I would know."
"I'm sorry everyone, but I must investigate."
DCCCV leaves a +2 to @Enerald_Mann. Just Because JOE was trying to prolong the conflict, doesn't mean that he should've attacked a medic. But there were more pressing matters at hand. Things more....metaphysical.
Taking EternalStruggle's sunglasses, he fills up a mason jar with the now-dead man's blood.
"Don't you worry, things will be alright," he said to the corpse.
With that, he transports himself into the Cognitive real, where he was met by EternalStruggle's Cognitive Shadow. Without a moment's hesitation, he stabs it with a small knife. The Cognitive Shadow is pulled into the knife, which now glowed with a soft light. Dropping the knife into the blood-filled jar, DCCCV breathed a sigh of relief. Good. There was still a chance to bring him back to life. But for now, there was a war he had to get back to.
New Charge: 17/20 +2 from Enerald_Mann
Newer Charge: 1/20
I'm wondering a bit on how parallel dimensions work in this 'verse.
