10/10 Fred! USING!
Fred the fortune teller slowly appears with me in the 'taken captive' area.
description:
mounted on a cardboard box, the front says 'fred the fortune teller' in cheerful letters... made of blood. on the box is a wooden frame with two syringes. one turns the head, and the other moves it up and down. these syringes are attached by a tube full of liquid to another 2 at the back of the box... but nobodys there to push them, and they move anyway...
finally, fred. his face is a masterpiece, if I do say so myself. the excessive shading on one side really brings him into the uncanny valley, the bloodstains on the turban give it a nice homemade look, and theres a pentagram in the gem hidden in his turban, and the bloodred eyes.... the real version has one really big eye staring off into space, slight down, and the other looks at you. gold teeth make him look sleazy, and his massive eyebrows are just...
wow.
just wow...
Fred: 40,000/40,000 HP 1/4 your fortune... 1/6 History 1/15 son of a being
Passive: What The **** is this????- weak-willed beings can't won't attack fred, which essentially means he's protected against entitys without a specific passive
your fortune...- answers a yes-no question as if the answer was searched for for a significant amount of time. if too weak, add one autododge i guess.
History- fred has a long and storied past... pull something from that past, or annihilate it.
Son of a being- ? ? ?
3/10 hmmmmmmm
NEW: 1/5 something
+1 to amirroredclock
I spend my action summoning more of the entity i summoned last round if that happened, else I summon armor for fred.
5/10 Minibots V2.0 They're a 10-post charge now.
6/10 ???
Thank you all for your +1s.
+1 @I_just_write
Hmm... well, reasonably, if we kill the enemies we're fighting as part of the story - the necromancers and all that - we'll just get more to fight! However, the player-controlled PG entities will NOT be replaced (well, they will, but at a player's expense). So, obviously, it would be better to destroy those as they are a threat to the minibots!
I take a look at the foundation. I didn't read up on what the foundation actually does, but it succesfully making a shrine will be good for nobody! I'll start on its destruction while my stuff charges! I pull out my phone, and call up ConstructionDestruction Corp. They agree to send out a whole squad of their best people to deconstruct this foundation! I give them a brief warning that things "could get a little deadly" and hang up.
(This is an insta-summon)
Deconstruction squad:
HP: Not a lot
Attack: Not a lot
Sole purpose: Saps away the foundation's HP every turn, leaves if it gets destroyed before they die
"YOU PROBABLY SHOULD TAKE YOUR GUARD SOMEWHERE SAFER IF YOU WANT THE GUY TO STAY INTACT OR ELSE I'M THINKING THAT THIS POOR FELLOW-"
King punctuates this with a hearty slap on the Security Guard's shoulder before steadying them forgetting both his own strength and the fact he's wearing power armor. No damage was done except for King startling the Guard who was slumped against King's frame.
"-IS GOING TO END UP LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE HERE WITH THE USUAL CASE OF DYING HORRIBLY VIA ... ANYTHING I'M GUESSING. SO DON'T LET THIS ONE DIE FOR THE SAKE OF DYING BECAUSE THAT IS A TERRIBLE BUSINESS MODEL. IT'S BETAMAX WHEN EVERYONE ELSE HAS HOLOGRAMS."
King tries to slowly bring the Guard over to Kura before deciding that the poor thing was too recently injured to force them to walk over there. King picks them up and bridal carries them not seeming to be even mildly affected by the weight of a person and their gear. His golden sabatons click on the the cracked and weather worn cobblestone path in the midist of the ancient courtyard. King moves aside some rubble and detritus, which is made of the various combatants and their assortment of things to kill or avoid being killed, to set the Guard down in a sitting position.
"Thank you, King." The creature briefly considers safer places to send the guard, then shifts one of his charges over to getting them out of there. "I'll get right to work on a way to get him out of here. Shouldn't take to long."
"And..." The cloaked monster tilts it's head. "...What's a Betamax?" He understands the implied quality of being outdated, but the actual item is beyond his knowledge.
Regardless, he pulls the injured Guard under his cloak, hoping inventory space is a safe enough place for them until he can send them somewhere other than this planet.
((@CrownlessKing: I figured I should get into another DTG game, what with 0's fate.))
The brown coated creature walked forward with an excited bounce in its step, various techno-magical bits of armor and equipment clinking together on its body. Eventually, it got under the door frame and sat up straight, setting a paw against the ancient stone. Seeming to take a great and deep joy, the creature spread its toes out against the wall, feeling each scratch and contour with delight.
"What amazing stonework! I've never seen architecture like this. Hm..."
Suddenly stopping, the creature set its paw against the corner of a dark red visor covering its eyes.
"Ah, right. Enough with rocks!"
((I'm just going to try to be brave here... Everyone says I should be braver.))
Leaving the wonderful stonework, the creature (because I haven't named my character yet) dropped down to its feet and started to run forward, deeper into the fortress. Eventually, it came to the main area, instinctively pressing itself against the wall as spells and bullets sung through the air. The creature glanced around at all the assembled fighters, amazed at what it saw, yet slightly disappointing by what it didn't see. Picking someone, the creature waited until King happened to be nearby and then darted forward until it was directly behind the hulking figure. The creature then tapped against King's armor, its claws making a metallic clinking sound, and then craned its head backwards to look up.
"I like your armor! 'ever seen anything like it. And... are you fighting this... this 'godmodder'? I don't think he's around, right?"
Well, time for some more in depth character description. The creature was tiny compared to King, only about two and a half feet tall when sitting down. Its fur was mostly light brown, with a tuft of darker brown fur running down the back of its fox like head. Wrapped around its body and legs were small bits of padded chain mesh armor, seemingly covered in tiny circuitry and dancing bits of magic. Some of this armor ran up the creature's neck, forming a thin mesh like helmet that held in place an opaque red visor covering the creature's eyes.
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Edit- for some reason, it keeps deleting everything under an HR line. So I'll make my own line.
I still take no action because I'm a PG with an agenda. ... Plus, there's not much point in trying to help the godmodder if there is no godmodder.
+1 to Randomname
The First Relic: 5/10 (+1 from Randomname, +1 from DCCCV, +1 from Heirolight)
Forever: 2/10
"Thank you, King." The creature briefly considers safer places to send the guard, then shifts one of his charges over to getting them out of there. "I'll get right to work on a way to get him out of here. Shouldn't take to long."
"And..." The cloaked monster tilts it's head. "...What's a Betamax?" He understands the implied quality of being outdated, but the actual item is beyond his knowledge.
"LONG BEFORE EVERYTHING WENT DIGITAL, MEN USED TO WATCH MOVIES (VISUAL STORIES FOR VIEWING PLEASURE) ON THESE THINGS CALLED TAPES WHICH WERE BOXES FILLED WITH FILM, IMAGES WHICH WERE CHAINED TOGETHER TO CREATE THE ILLUSION OF MOVEMENT USUALLY SYNCHRONIZED TO SOUND. BETAMAX WAS A VARIANT OF THESE TAPES. THEY'D PLAY THESE THINGS ON SCREENS CALLED TVS. THEY EVENTUALLY REPLACED THEM WITH FLAT DISCS CALLED DVDS BEFORE GOING DIGITAL ENTIRELY. WHAT A STRANGE TIME TO BE ALIVE."
((@CrownlessKing: I figured I should get into another DTG game, what with 0's fate.))
Leaving the wonderful stonework, the creature (because I haven't named my character yet) dropped down to its feet and started to run forward, deeper into the fortress. Eventually, it came to the main area, instinctively pressing itself against the wall as spells and bullets sung through the air. The creature glanced around at all the assembled fighters, amazed at what it saw, yet slightly disappointing by what it didn't see. Picking someone, the creature waited until King happened to be nearby and then darted forward until it was directly behind the hulking figure. The creature then tapped against King's armor, its claws making a metallic clinking sound, and then craned its head backwards to look up.
"I like your armor! 'ever seen anything like it. And... are you fighting this... this 'godmodder'? I don't think he's around, right?"
Well, time for some more in depth character description. The creature was tiny compared to King, only about two and a half feet tall when sitting down. Its fur was mostly light brown, with a tuft of darker brown fur running down the back of its fox like head. Wrapped around its body and legs were small bits of padded chain mesh armor, seemingly covered in tiny circuitry and dancing bits of magic. Some of this armor ran up the creature's neck, forming a thin mesh like helmet that held in place an opaque red visor covering the creature's eyes.
"MY ARMOR IS ONE OF A KIND CRAFTED BY MYSELF, I'VE SPENT A WHILE MAKING SURE IT WAS TOP OF THE LINE, MY FRIEND. YOUR MESH IS PRETTY GOOD TOO AS LONG AS YOU AREN'T PLANNING TO TAKE TOO MANY HITS. AS FOR EVEN A GODMODDER BEING HERE IT COULD BE A POSSIBLITY IF NOT LIKELY. MOST PEOPLE WILL NEVER EVEN CROSS PATHS WITH A GODMODDER IN THEIR LIFETIME OR THEIR CHILDREN'S. IT BE A PLAIN LUCK LIKE WINNING THE LOTTERY A BILLON TIMES WHILE BEING STRUCK BY LIGHTING IN A FIELD OF FOUR LEAD CLOVERS TYPE OF LUCKY. BUT I'M ONLY HERE TO COMPLAIN TO THE OWNER THAT THEY ATTEMPTED TO MURDER ME AND I WON'T STAND FOR IT. THE GUY COULD HAVE AT LEAST PUT UP A NO TRESPASSING SIGN."
[I am sending in some light assistance to gauge the situation.]
A gun on legs pops into existence to assist King with firepower and agility. Due to its evasive nature this is probably going to be fun for King. It begins by patrolling the area in search of enemies which are hostile to it.
Walker Scout: 50,000/50,000 HP
50,000 DMG
30% Evasion
Run and Gun: A three turn charge ability which gives the Walker a 30% increase in dodge for two-three turns, while Run and Gun is active this ability can't charge
??? 7/10 +3 from Kura, +1 from Redstone, +1 from Talist and +1 from ArcticArchiver
6/10 Monikerbots - can't have 2 of the same entity
7/10 ???
+1 @I_just_write
My deconstruction workers may or may not still exist, but I'd better help them out! I bake a cake, and then bake a bomb inside it! Then, I make the foundation eat it, and remotely detonate the bomb! HAH!
I attack the Foundation through the power of words, showing that its value in the system of English Gematria is equal to 500, a value shared by the phrase 'The Sons of God.' I declare that this means the Foundation is equivalent to the Sons of God, although I know that there is only one son of God, Jesus. I wonder who the second son of God could be right as the clouds peel back and sunbeams rain down from the heavens, a chariot being pulled by crazed horses crashing into the earth. I watch as a man stumbles haphazardly from the chariot, dressed in dirtied robes and with a wild look in his eyes. I realize that this must be Jesus's brother, Jesus (the Spanish pronunciation). I witness the word of the Bible flash in "Jesus's" eyes as he remembers 1 Corinthians 3:11 - For no man can lay a foundation other than the one which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. I understand this to mean that the Foundation is equivalent to Jesus as well, and I realize that "Jesus" despises his brother right as his eyes turn into balls of lightning, the wings of seven hundred and seventy seven angels sprout forth from his back, and a column of fire materializes in his hands, which he uses to burn the Foundation to its... foundations.
Twin fought skeletons with skeletons his way, I'll do it mine. A rib bone from a dearly departed dinosaur makes a pretty good giant scythe-type thing. But first I have to get to that part of it. I take a bit of armor plating and fling it it in the laser turret's general direction.
"well that was completely worthless"
looking around the battlefield, just after ordering a new sword and gun, I notice the recently friendly-fired security guard, and being in a charitable mood, I drag him over to some cover and quickly patch him up with some medi-gel. not related to the crownless king's stuff, but good enough to get him fighting again regardless of the previous injuries.
9/10 Fred! +2 mrmirrorman +1 existancesuccess
2/10 hmmmmmmm
+1 to amirroredclock
scouter: look around morecrawl your way through the tiniest holes you fit through, looking for the nearest power drainer. make sure not to go too close, just find where it is.
Foundation: go to The Hallway, its not as accessible to people! ordering since apparently its not [N]
I ask the guards if I can spend my time summoning minionlings for them while we wait. if they remain silent or say yes, I start building a selfreplicating robot type which makes 25% more bots, rounded up, per round, and has a 4 round special that turns the bot into a minion based on number of bots. the bot has 0 attack normally.
if they say no, I start gathering energy in an invisible manner to prepare for whenever i next act. "Mirrorman, probably just cooperate with them." "their on our side far as i can tell." "since your here, you won't be able to affect the battlefield, so i would suggest spending your actions upgrading your pawn/shieldforpawnarraything, assuming they let you." "hopefully this won't take too long." "thanks for all the +'s by the way." EDIT: 'i suppose we are companions in the sense that we are allied and came here from the same place, probably by the same way.' "but it looks like while you share many quality's with the guy i remember, you have different memory's?' 'oh well.'
I'm not going to allow people to shuffle entities out into new zones entirely for the purpose of hiding from the fighting, that's cheap.
Your scouter moves up through a hole in the ceiling and sees not too far away from where it is a massive black towering spire. In fact, it's probably only an area or two away from where the rest of you are... And then your scouter is blasted out of the air by an AA gun.
The guards look at each other. Cherri shrugs.
"Sure, I guess. If you can summon summonlings I guess you really are on our side..."
you attempt to build the self-replicating robot only for it to attempt to self replicate and do so wrong, causing the replica to explode and destroy the first one.
Whoops.
[PG]
"Well, gentlemen, I am here seeing what the commotion about this area is, heard about an exceptionally powerful godmodder being here, and my companion JOE and I here were interested if those rumors were true. Seems like you need help though, and we are willing to assist."
For GM: Promotion, it's going to do what is says. Promote the pawn, but I am going to make them with charges, so if its killed in a promoted form, the promotion item breaks, the pawn survives, and I can try to make another one. Will have to make states for the other forms when I make them.
[PG-Pawn-Mirror] HP=50,000/50,000 Ability: Promotion-???{Requirements not meet} <> A pawns power: 2/5-Heavy attack on one entity.
[PG-10 Shield Defense Array-Mirror] HP=10,000/10,000 x15:Reboot 2/3- Brings 1 array back to full health, or two at half health. Defending Pawn.
4/10 Promotion? Nope, something else.
4/5 Something quick and simple +1 from JOE
+1 JOE
Ah, okay. Promotion is fine then.
Todd jumps a little when you creep out of the shadows with your pawn, but Cherri just nods.
"Alright, thanks for your help then. We'll just wait until the boss gets here and he can brief you on what you need to know.
I force the foundation into a Dance off. A very long, and exerting dance off (for the foundation anyway, I'm fine). the dance off is so long in fact, the foundation begins to take damage from the exertion alone. and this was all before the foundation realises it's become the subject of the first test of the lasword, via the ever reliable medium of sword to the spine.
This was a 10 post charge being used. I assume you didn't notice, it being one small word. Doesn't this change the outcome of the round any? I want to know before I make my post./null
I sadly walk over to the Assault Trooper. "Had any family?"
He coughs weakly. "...not really, sir."
"I see." He expires before me. I sigh, withdraw his soul, and send it home for uploading, as his home universe has that technology. Where is home? A true alternate universe, or the confines of my own mind? I still cannot say. Either way, he has earned whatever new life he'll get as an AI.
I look, somewhat less morosely, towards the place where the Krork Behemoth had once stood, recalling his final roar of defiance. He probably didn't want to go out like that, almost accidentally killed by a laser turret, but such is war. And he did go out in battle. That's the risk the Krork have always run, and they are content with it. Alien mindset and all that. I salute him too, although I have let his soul evaporate. He did his part, and went out like any of his kind would wish to.
The Mantis comes alongside me, looking towards me. I could liken it to a dog, actually. Even though it's an unthinking robot the size of a tank. I pat it on the leg anyway, sighing. A tough blow to take, losing two of my own. I send it on its way, and it returns to the battle, twin lasers flaring.
I turn back towards the engineer, face grim. A mortar shell, is it? Well, two can play at that game.
A shell drops on top of the engineer.
"Wait a minute." I say, making an exaggerated frown.
"Just a mortar shell? Seems a bit low key."
I proceed to smirk a little as the sky suddenly grows dark.
"Oh that's right, there are a few more zeros to my order. Have fun with a couple million shells, my boy."
There was a lot of noise and a lot of light and shrapnel a few seconds after that. Miraculously, none of it hit anything but the energy shield protecting the foul engineer and laser turret.
The man uses HYPER ADVANCED MARTIAL ARTS to kill the Engineer.
Greytide Roomwide: 9/10
MULEbot Mk. I: 5/5 activating...
A medium-sized robot shaped like a platform appears, carrying a crate. It throws the crate at the Laser Turret, and beeps "DELIVERY OF PIZZA CRA--- BZRRRT"
The "BZRRRT" was caused by the man hacking the robot. He then climbs on it.
The robot beeps "ALERT: SAFETIES DISABLED. USE OF THIS MACHINE MAY RESULT IN DAMAG-"
"Oh shut up."
MULEbot Mk. I [N]: HP: 25,000/25,000
Gives whoever's riding it an additional action. Nothing else.
[PG]
"Ah, before we go, here's this." I use my charge to create a box, giving it to the guard that addressed me first. "It's a portable shield, might help you survive a bit longer. Unless you don't want it?"
[PG-Pawn-Mirror] HP=50,000/50,000 Ability: Promotion-???{Requirements not meet} <> A pawns power: 2/5-Heavy attack on one entity.
[PG-10 Shield Defense Array-Mirror] HP=10,000/10,000 x15:Reboot 2/3- Brings 1 array back to full health, or two at half health. Defending Pawn.
5/10 Promotion? Nope, something else.
5/5 Something quick and simple. {IN USE}
1/5 More help for our guard friends.
+1 JOE
"And can you tell us more about these materials? Or the war?" They seemed pleased with the guard...
Until redstone starts smashing them with an ax. Why are they doing that?
The creature interposes itself between Redstone and the 'borrowed' Security Guard, growling. "Put! the ax! down!" Judging by all the teeth, that's probably not a mild suggestion.
The Magitech Knight gets right to hitting the Energy Shield with an energy sword, it's multicolored and not the most stable looking.
The Security Guard keeps away from Redstone.
A More Convenient Avatar: [7/10]
Some Other Thing: [1/5]
"Umm... I'm sorry but not really. I'm just a security guard I wasn't really told a whole lot."
The security guard takes his order quite gladly and hides behind you.
I probably would've just done extra damage, maybe a one round stun, but I'd rather not go back and do that massive change. You get a refund on the 10 charge and can use it this round.
Well, I'm not the one who used it, but alright then. Previous post edited, vengeance incoming./null
I crack my knuckles and get back to work on that blasted energy shield. I make my displeasure known towards it with an advanced energy drain device, rapidly sucking out the power in the barrier like a particularly greedy leech. Soon, it is overflowing with juice, and can't take i any more from the shield. Holding it in my hands, I feel it burning as it begins to leak some of the power into the environment as heat. I flick a switch and press a button on the side before throwing it at the shield, where it violently detonates, a titanic explosion springing forth from it. Getting my money's worth with that thing.
Death From Afar: 8/10.
Angel of Mercy: 5/10.
+1 @I just write. Also +1'd you in my previous, now edited post.
Entity Orders
Humogous Mecha, fire all weapons on the energy shield!
General Orders
Extrapolating current attack patterns, the last Necromancer is still alive. I have a voodoo-powered weapon that only works on them. Therefore, I play the Voodoocordion, and more than that, I even have a specific song in mind that I'm going to try and play.
That said, my accordion skills are pretty lacking, and my particular instrument sounds like a cat being tortured to death, but I'll certainly give playing that cheerful tune my best shot.
King heads to Kura's security guard noticing the injuries sustained,
"OH DEAR, MY SQUISHY FRIEND YOU APPEAR TO BE QUITE GRAVELY INJURED."
King kneels before the prone figure to assess how accurate the assessment that is. Quickly gauging the depth of the wound which while not his specialty he's picked it up from his forays into the medical field so he can attempt to treat the wound. King removes a syringe from one of his cape pockets.
"SYNTHETIC BLOOD. USEFUL FOR A GUY LIKE YOU WHO'S BLEEDING OUT."
"YOU PROBABLY SHOULD TAKE YOUR GUARD SOMEWHERE SAFER IF YOU WANT THE GUY TO STAY INTACT OR ELSE I'M THINKING THAT THIS POOR FELLOW-"
King punctuates this with a hearty slap on the Security Guard's shoulder before steadying them forgetting both his own strength and the fact he's wearing power armor. No damage was done except for King startling the Guard who was slumped against King's frame.
"-IS GOING TO END UP LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE HERE WITH THE USUAL CASE OF DYING HORRIBLY VIA ... ANYTHING I'M GUESSING. SO DON'T LET THIS ONE DIE FOR THE SAKE OF DYING BECAUSE THAT IS A TERRIBLE BUSINESS MODEL. IT'S BETAMAX WHEN EVERYONE ELSE HAS HOLOGRAMS."
King tries to slowly bring the Guard over to Kura before deciding that the poor thing was too recently injured to force them to walk over there. King picks them up and bridal carries them not seeming to be even mildly affected by the weight of a person and their gear. His golden sabatons click on the the cracked and weather worn cobblestone path in the midist of the ancient courtyard. King moves aside some rubble and detritus, which is made of the various combatants and their assortment of things to kill or avoid being killed, to set the Guard down in a sitting position.
Teleporter 10/10
((tldr: King teleports his Security Guards, now renamed Royal Guards, off the battlefield and into his office building to give them a choice either return to the battlefield but trained and better equipped in 8 turns or stay to guard the office))
King glances at both of his Security Guards and walks back over to them.
King pulls out the broken teleporter and sets down a few tools and materials to fix the problem. He pops open the casing of the teleporter, the main thing seems to be a busted microchip which apparently overheated. King quickly solders in a new microchip with a built in coolant fan to prevent the same problems from happening again. King reseals the teleporter and tests it by teleporting a few feet away to tests of it even works. King then flickers around the area testing his teleporting a few feet before going a few yards and eventually beyond that teleporting around quite a bit observing everything with the teleporter. King grabs hold of both of the both the Security Guards.
"HANG ON TO ME."
King teleports off the battlefield and into a foyer with a single occupant besides them, a tall, white, and very sleek android. It wasn't totally white merely the plating which was broken up by its black interior joints and two black lenses for eyes. It stood alone in the center of the massive vestibule with a bit of sunlight from the skylight above them encircling it. Benches sat off to the sides and an empty receptionist's desk stood a few meters behind it. Two hallways on its left and right as well as an elevator behind the receptionist's desk.
[And you return with strays. How thoughtful.]
It spoke with a soft yet masculine voice which one might have thought it to be shy if one didn't listen to a word it ever said. It gestured to the "stray" guards and stared at King seeking an explanation for them.
"KALIM, THESE ARE OUR NEWEST MEMBERS OF THE ROYAL GUARD. DON'T SCARE THEM OFF JUST YET."
Kalim's teardrop shaped head shifted to stare at the guards, its gaze focused on them completely.
"NOW, I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU GUYS, WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO ASSIST ME ON THE BATTLEFIELD LATER IF I HAD KALIM EQUIP YOU GUYS WITH SOME BETTER GEAR AND PREP YOU FOR THE FIGHT BACK THERE WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO COME? TAKE YOUR TIME IN ANSWERING THERE IS NO RIGHT OR WRONG WAY TO GO IN THIS PARTICULAR CASE."
King hands them each a comms device before shaking their hands, "JUST TELL ME WHEN YOU'RE READY AND I'LL GET KALIM ON IT."
King teleports out back to the battlefield to see what's changed so far.
[In any case welcome, I'm the head of military and security matters.]
Hoo boy... let's start it off here. 10000 health restored.
"M..mmy name is Thomas, sir. No family, my da died in a trucking accident in the Pantheon sector and I've been on my own since then. Just trying to make a living and this place seemed like it was decent enough pay."
The soldiers walk through the thing. They don't gawk too much, seems like they're used to this kind of thing.
The two express that they would, in all honesty, rather not go back to the battlefield, where their boss would probably just kill them instantly for treachery.
As compensation for losing two guards and a 10 post charge and some exceptional roleplay, you may drop the equivalent of a 15 post charge onto the battlefield.
Whoops.
I mean come on man it's alignment was ???.
Anyways, Anony #1, take this +1. You'll need it.
Redstone takes a molotov cocktail and throws them at the Foundation. But it's x10 mode...
This results in Redstone's hand having a seizure and rapidly tossing 9 more molotov cocktails.
[Put me on Neutral for role-play purposes, for right now.]
The swirling ideas give way Ray of sunlight. A familiar face! After all is IT not the same side, beneath the button-up shirt?
But it is difficult to shoot the breeze and chat about the weather when a rain of mortars is being shot at you.
Alone in a crowd, the Akward Artificer seeks out the familiar, despite the increase in danger that results.
[I attempts to "talk shop" with the Engineer, and ask him if he knows what's going on.]
[5/5] Rubble Golem
With a sound like a gravel road, the elemental finishes the construction process and begins motion calibration.
Without upgrades or a specialty, the golem is limited to attack/defend protocols.
Oh, alright then.
A rain of mortars is still rain isn't it?
The engineer looks at you sideways, then goes back to work. "Friend, you're in the middle of a warzone, we're under attack from these reality warping freaks over there, and I suspect you're one of them, so bugger off if you don't mind."
I spread a long trail of oil along the ground leading up to the necromancer, and use it to slide along the ground and slide kick the necromancers legs.
As he lays on the ground, I light a stick of dynamite, drop it on top of him and slide away.
I fire a 15-inch cannon at a necromancer, who suddenly has an area of exactly 15 inches. An inchworm then comes in and consumes all but one of his inches, moments before the entirety of the PG forces stomp on him. Whoops.
I crack my knuckles and begin sketching out a diagram on a very large piece of paper. Slowly, the drawing takes the shape of a writhing mass of disjointed limbs and far too many eyes. When it's done, I pick it up and begin carefully painting it, using many dark colors to emphasize the terror and insanity in this beast. When it's done, I grab my lighter and set fire to the edges of the painting. As it burns, I hold it up to the sky and shout "Look upon this ghastly being and despair, despair for it shall bring forth the waves of madness unto thee!". The painting jitters for a moment, twitches, stops, and then a mass of horrific proportions appears from the painting.
Gibbering Horror: Every turn, instead of attacking, the gibbering horror will screech loudly, dramatically reducing the attack of two non-AG entities. If there is only one non-AG entity on the field, the horror will attack it as normal.
10/10 Kite used.
From out of nowhere a kite flutters through the battlefield, with a package attached to the bottom of it. I grab it and tear it open, to reveal a huge array of baked goods. Muffins, cakes, cookies, pies, biscuits, brownies, custard, tarts and even some pudding. I almost begin stuffing my face when I realize that we have a whole army fighting, and I sigh.
I quickly wander through the army handing out the food to all the AG entities, buffing their attack for the next turn.
Then, for my regular attack, I plant a small sapling next to the base of the energy shield, and spray with EZ-GRO fertiliser. It works far too well, and sapling explodes into a tree with such force that it shakes and damages the shield.
Gibbering horror summoned, and... you also buff the attack of all of the AGs. thanks.
Your sapling explodes upwards, dealing 8000 damage to the shield.
Seeing a gap in the explosive hail large enough to run through, the golem generator rushes to the remains of the fallen medibot.
He begins to affix the core healing components, and the sack of broken gadgets to the armor he pretends to wear. The golem proves a loyal assistant, always holding the right tool at the right moment.
Even with help, the assembly is a long, laborious task, what with having to find the deadly end of various unknowns and managing to point them away from yourself or others.
[I attempt to use bits of the medibot in a new thing. (See below)]
[6/10] Darksteel Ingot
[1/5] ScrapTech Steel Plate (Whatever the sack of scraps had in it, Healing Aura/Healing Ray (plz?), artifact)
Everyone seems a little preoccupied by the heated battle going on against a number of undead. You can see through a hole in the wall a damaged laser turret that is in the process of being repaired, and all around you a large number of other assorted things, robots, mechs, a clown, two factories (somehow) and even an eldritch abomination.
In short, the courtyard is a mess.
10/10 Fred! USING!
Fred the fortune teller slowly appears with me in the 'taken captive' area.
description:
mounted on a cardboard box, the front says 'fred the fortune teller' in cheerful letters... made of blood. on the box is a wooden frame with two syringes. one turns the head, and the other moves it up and down. these syringes are attached by a tube full of liquid to another 2 at the back of the box... but nobodys there to push them, and they move anyway...
finally, fred. his face is a masterpiece, if I do say so myself. the excessive shading on one side really brings him into the uncanny valley, the bloodstains on the turban give it a nice homemade look, and theres a pentagram in the gem hidden in his turban, and the bloodred eyes.... the real version has one really big eye staring off into space, slight down, and the other looks at you. gold teeth make him look sleazy, and his massive eyebrows are just...
wow.
just wow...
Fred: 40,000/40,000 HP 1/4 your fortune... 1/6 History 1/15 son of a being
Passive: What The **** is this????- weak-willed beings can't won't attack fred, which essentially means he's protected against entitys without a specific passive
your fortune...- answers a yes-no question as if the answer was searched for for a significant amount of time. if too weak, add one autododge i guess.
History- fred has a long and storied past... pull something from that past, or annihilate it.
Son of a being- ? ? ?
3/10 hmmmmmmm
NEW: 1/5 something
+1 to amirroredclock
I spend my action summoning more of the entity i summoned last round if that happened, else I summon armor for fred.
You summon Fred.
The passive is completely negated. That's just sort of brokenly OP.
And your armor breaks. Cherri raises an eyebrow at your sudden spate of failed actions. Todd just sort of snickers at you.
5/10 Minibots V2.0 They're a 10-post charge now.
6/10 ???
Thank you all for your +1s.
+1 @I_just_write
Hmm... well, reasonably, if we kill the enemies we're fighting as part of the story - the necromancers and all that - we'll just get more to fight! However, the player-controlled PG entities will NOT be replaced (well, they will, but at a player's expense). So, obviously, it would be better to destroy those as they are a threat to the minibots!
I take a look at the foundation. I didn't read up on what the foundation actually does, but it succesfully making a shrine will be good for nobody! I'll start on its destruction while my stuff charges! I pull out my phone, and call up ConstructionDestruction Corp. They agree to send out a whole squad of their best people to deconstruct this foundation! I give them a brief warning that things "could get a little deadly" and hang up.
(This is an insta-summon)
Deconstruction squad:
HP: Not a lot
Attack: Not a lot
Sole purpose: Saps away the foundation's HP every turn, leaves if it gets destroyed before they die
"Thank you, King." The creature briefly considers safer places to send the guard, then shifts one of his charges over to getting them out of there. "I'll get right to work on a way to get him out of here. Shouldn't take to long."
"And..." The cloaked monster tilts it's head. "...What's a Betamax?" He understands the implied quality of being outdated, but the actual item is beyond his knowledge.
Regardless, he pulls the injured Guard under his cloak, hoping inventory space is a safe enough place for them until he can send them somewhere other than this planet. The growling intensifies. "And that makes it any better?" The creature sits back on its haunches and considers crushing Redstone...
They don't, of course. It wasn't a crushworthy offense. They're still wary of them, though.
They bite into the Energy Shield, though, even trying to tear off and eat a chunk. What on earth are those teeth even made of?
The Magitech Knight is still busy hitting the Energy Shield.
A More Convenient Avatar: [8/10]
SAVE The Guard: [3/5] (+1 from CrownlessKing)
((@CrownlessKing: I figured I should get into another DTG game, what with 0's fate.))
The brown coated creature walked forward with an excited bounce in its step, various techno-magical bits of armor and equipment clinking together on its body. Eventually, it got under the door frame and sat up straight, setting a paw against the ancient stone. Seeming to take a great and deep joy, the creature spread its toes out against the wall, feeling each scratch and contour with delight.
"What amazing stonework! I've never seen architecture like this. Hm..."
Suddenly stopping, the creature set its paw against the corner of a dark red visor covering its eyes.
"Ah, right. Enough with rocks!"
((I'm just going to try to be brave here... Everyone says I should be braver.))
Leaving the wonderful stonework, the creature (because I haven't named my character yet) dropped down to its feet and started to run forward, deeper into the fortress. Eventually, it came to the main area, instinctively pressing itself against the wall as spells and bullets sung through the air. The creature glanced around at all the assembled fighters, amazed at what it saw, yet slightly disappointing by what it didn't see. Picking someone, the creature waited until King happened to be nearby and then darted forward until it was directly behind the hulking figure. The creature then tapped against King's armor, its claws making a metallic clinking sound, and then craned its head backwards to look up.
"I like your armor! 'ever seen anything like it. And... are you fighting this... this 'godmodder'? I don't think he's around, right?"
Well, time for some more in depth character description. The creature was tiny compared to King, only about two and a half feet tall when sitting down. Its fur was mostly light brown, with a tuft of darker brown fur running down the back of its fox like head. Wrapped around its body and legs were small bits of padded chain mesh armor, seemingly covered in tiny circuitry and dancing bits of magic. Some of this armor ran up the creature's neck, forming a thin mesh like helmet that held in place an opaque red visor covering the creature's eyes.
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Edit- for some reason, it keeps deleting everything under an HR line. So I'll make my own line.
I still take no action because I'm a PG with an agenda. ... Plus, there's not much point in trying to help the godmodder if there is no godmodder.
+1 to Randomname
The First Relic: 5/10 (+1 from Randomname, +1 from DCCCV, +1 from Heirolight)
Forever: 2/10
The stonework is indeed ancient, and impressive in the places where its not worn away. Somebody carved lots of images of dwarves beating up various different kinds of nasty monsters and invaders into the sections of the wall.
You approach king and do your thing.
"LONG BEFORE EVERYTHING WENT DIGITAL, MEN USED TO WATCH MOVIES (VISUAL STORIES FOR VIEWING PLEASURE) ON THESE THINGS CALLED TAPES WHICH WERE BOXES FILLED WITH FILM, IMAGES WHICH WERE CHAINED TOGETHER TO CREATE THE ILLUSION OF MOVEMENT USUALLY SYNCHRONIZED TO SOUND. BETAMAX WAS A VARIANT OF THESE TAPES. THEY'D PLAY THESE THINGS ON SCREENS CALLED TVS. THEY EVENTUALLY REPLACED THEM WITH FLAT DISCS CALLED DVDS BEFORE GOING DIGITAL ENTIRELY. WHAT A STRANGE TIME TO BE ALIVE."
"MY ARMOR IS ONE OF A KIND CRAFTED BY MYSELF, I'VE SPENT A WHILE MAKING SURE IT WAS TOP OF THE LINE, MY FRIEND. YOUR MESH IS PRETTY GOOD TOO AS LONG AS YOU AREN'T PLANNING TO TAKE TOO MANY HITS. AS FOR EVEN A GODMODDER BEING HERE IT COULD BE A POSSIBLITY IF NOT LIKELY. MOST PEOPLE WILL NEVER EVEN CROSS PATHS WITH A GODMODDER IN THEIR LIFETIME OR THEIR CHILDREN'S. IT BE A PLAIN LUCK LIKE WINNING THE LOTTERY A BILLON TIMES WHILE BEING STRUCK BY LIGHTING IN A FIELD OF FOUR LEAD CLOVERS TYPE OF LUCKY. BUT I'M ONLY HERE TO COMPLAIN TO THE OWNER THAT THEY ATTEMPTED TO MURDER ME AND I WON'T STAND FOR IT. THE GUY COULD HAVE AT LEAST PUT UP A NO TRESPASSING SIGN."
[I am sending in some light assistance to gauge the situation.]
A gun on legs pops into existence to assist King with firepower and agility. Due to its evasive nature this is probably going to be fun for King. It begins by patrolling the area in search of enemies which are hostile to it.
Walker Scout: 50,000/50,000 HP
50,000 DMG
30% Evasion
Run and Gun: A three turn charge ability which gives the Walker a 30% increase in dodge for two-three turns, while Run and Gun is active this ability can't charge
??? 7/10 +3 from Kura, +1 from Redstone, +1 from Talist and +1 from ArcticArchiver
6/10 Monikerbots - can't have 2 of the same entity
7/10 ???
+1 @I_just_write
My deconstruction workers may or may not still exist, but I'd better help them out! I bake a cake, and then bake a bomb inside it! Then, I make the foundation eat it, and remotely detonate the bomb! HAH!
I attack the Foundation through the power of words, showing that its value in the system of English Gematria is equal to 500, a value shared by the phrase 'The Sons of God.' I declare that this means the Foundation is equivalent to the Sons of God, although I know that there is only one son of God, Jesus. I wonder who the second son of God could be right as the clouds peel back and sunbeams rain down from the heavens, a chariot being pulled by crazed horses crashing into the earth. I watch as a man stumbles haphazardly from the chariot, dressed in dirtied robes and with a wild look in his eyes. I realize that this must be Jesus's brother, Jesus (the Spanish pronunciation). I witness the word of the Bible flash in "Jesus's" eyes as he remembers 1 Corinthians 3:11 - For no man can lay a foundation other than the one which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. I understand this to mean that the Foundation is equivalent to Jesus as well, and I realize that "Jesus" despises his brother right as his eyes turn into balls of lightning, the wings of seven hundred and seventy seven angels sprout forth from his back, and a column of fire materializes in his hands, which he uses to burn the Foundation to its... foundations.
Twin fought skeletons with skeletons his way, I'll do it mine. A rib bone from a dearly departed dinosaur makes a pretty good giant scythe-type thing. But first I have to get to that part of it. I take a bit of armor plating and fling it it in the laser turret's general direction.
The Laser Turret is still busted, but the engineer is working on fixing it up, restoring 10000 health to it. The Angry skeletons have no leader to lead them anymore, and this makes them even angrier. They charge forward and the putintank, Jeb's Junkyard and Perfectly Generic Entity all take 10000 damage from a bony beatdown.
The mulebot does nothing but give existence success an extra action in his first post. The Rubble golem hasn't been ordered to attack anyone and is too busy helping provide tools to its master anyways, but the balloon dog delivers a nasty static shock to the perfectly generic entity, dealing 5000 damage to it.
The Perfectly Generic Entity generically smashes one of the skeletons. Jeb's Junkyard finishes producing a primitive fighter jet, which takes to the sky and opens fire on the Foundation, dealing 4000 damage to it. The putintank charges forwards, slamming the MIGHT OF THE MOTHERLAND into the energy shield for 7000 damage. Another 7000 damage comes from the Atomic Factory, and then another 12000 from the massive barrage of bullets and rockets that comes from the humongous mecha's corner.
The Mantis flares its twin lasers and shoots out at the Foundation, dealing 5000 damage to it. The Titan jumps atop the heavy autoturret and the two undergo a super anime transformation combine sequence and unleash a massive storm of bullets on the energy shield that deals 14000 damage Magiknight Kura attacks the barrier for 6000 damage. The gibbering horror reduces the attack power of the skeletons and the laser turret. Thomas just keeps hiding in Kura's cloak. The Walker Scout breezes past the Foundation, delivering 7000 damage worth of pain to it.
The voodoocordion snaps in half when the necromancer's voodoo doll explodes violently, having been killed violently. And then suddenly a figure flies overhead, you don't see who it is, or at least, not very well, mainly because you're too busy dodging the massive storm of lasers he unleashes on the AGs and Neutrals. Everything that's not PG takes 10000 damage, except for the balloon dog, which miraculously dodges all of the lasers.
Meanwhile in the breakroom... Someone crashes through the wall where the coffee machine is, spilling coffee all over Todd who yelps and jumps back, before remembering that it's not going to get through his armor. The figure is wearing what looks like plainclothes, a blue polo and jeans, with a massive scar across his right eye, and he seems to be glowing with power, although that glow fades as he cools off from his crash through the wall.
The Godmodder points at Todd and Cherri. You two.
"uh yes sir?" "Yes sir?" You brought them in? The Godmodder gestures to JOE and mirror.
"Uh... sorta..." "Only the one in the chair, sir."
Cherri looks at Todd, then clears her throat. "Sir, these two claim that they want to work for you."
The Godmodder looks over at JOE and Mirror. Descended who want to work for me huh? Well, can't say I expected that but fine, you're hired.
First job is helping me take down the punks who are invading the castle. Get your entities ready, we're heading back there in two minutes.
He motions to Cherri and Todd. You two, I've got a couple of vacancies in the officer ranks, how would you feel about promotions?
Everything ticks up.
Itinerary:
Make your introductory post.
Make your way forwards.
Introduce yourself to the others, if you so desire
4/10 hmmmmmmm
2/5 something
+1 to talist [join the dark grey side! we have cookies!]oh, i must have missed it
"alright, happy to join you. I'm in this for entertainment honestly, but I'll do my best to win" "also, I noticed theres something leaching my power (and probably the mirrors as well" "not going to question why or anything, theres a lot of things you could be doing, but" "is it indiscriminate, or can you turn it off for some people? if you can do that, I request it turned off for me & the mirror, though I won't object if you don't. PG is still the funner side." "waitasecond..." "someone new just pledged allegiance to you. I think I'll be able to sense who it was if i see them." "sooooo, ye" "I'mnotgoodatendingstringsofinfosorry" since I'm not on the main field, I grab some nearby bricks and build a tiny wall, then attach conveyor belts to the side. I don't care how ridiculous it looks, what matters is whether or not it works!
10,000/10,000 HP brick wall
Announcement: Player damage is being doubled. The entity health increase was a mistake. This is going to become more clear when 20 post charges start being a regular thing.
after realising far too late that I had challenged a stone foundation to a dance off, and taking some pride in the fact that I had won, even if everyone back at base would currently be laughing at me, I pick up the new weapon fresh from the lab.
Lasword: a permanent artefact that on its own provides no power boost at all. however, with some modifications looted off the bodies of the dead it can gain attack buffs and powerful abilities, for a time anyway.
I quickly test the new lasword out by stabbing the foundation into rubble, before blowing the remains to hell with an excessive amount of C4
Glorious Fortress: 7/10
Soviet Bombardment: 6/10
+1 to @I just write
==Entity Actions==
Jeb's Junkyard begins to retreat and does not engage anyone due to its poor condition. The fighter jet and Putintank will attack the Energy Shield.
==Player Actions==
The boy, seeing the state of Jeb's Junkyard, panics for a bit but then stretches out his hand. Some scraps from courtyard fly up into the air and begin to self-assemble. In 10 seconds, the result of this usage of Descendancy is made clear - a repairbot equipped with a welding torch, screwdriver, and wrench, held aloft by two small jet engines. The repairbot flies to Jeb's Junkyard and begins repairing it.
(This is a summon)
==RP==
A diminutive figure in a spacesuit climbs out of Jeb's Junkyard and walks towards the Engineer. Players of Kerbal Space Program recognize him as the Junkyard's namesake - Jebediah Kerman himself. The kerbal begins speaking to the Engineer:
Jeb: Hey, you look pretty talented, but are you sure you want to keep working for your current boss. From what I've heard he seems pretty... dangerous.
Jeb: The Kerbal Space Program could pay you handsomely if you defect to us, and considering how many angry Anti-Godmodders there are now who are desiring to kick your a** the moment the shield comes down, joining us may be your best bet for self-preservation.
Jeb: Just think about it. We'll be waiting for you. If not...
Jeb: My Junkyard does need some target practice. Just saying.
[PG]
"So Sir. Godmodder, or what ever you prefer bringing referred to, what shall you have us do first?"
[PG-Pawn-Mirror] HP=50,000/50,000 Ability: Promotion-???{Requirements not meet} <> A pawns power: 3/5-Heavy attack on one entity.
[PG-10 Shield Defense Array-Mirror] HP=10,000/10,000 x15:Reboot 3/3- Brings 1 array back to full health, or two at half health. Defending Pawn.
6/10 Promotion? Nope, something else.
2/5 More help for our guard friends.
+1 Talist, welcome to a Morally grey faction.
"What the-" I look up to see a darkened figure swooping overhead, and am about to get a better look when it unleashes a storm of lasers that even I'm impressed by. In response, I activate a quantum delocalizer, flickering around the room in order to avoid the attack, always being where the beams of light aren't. After it's done, the figure is gone. None of our summons appear terribly damaged by the attack, but with how many were just hit, and the fact they were definitely hit pretty hard...
That's worrying. That's very worrying.
I sigh internally. Guess we're not going to be able to leave after this. Stupid bloody castle, suddenly I'm here for no reason with reality warping powers and I'm just bombarded with nonsense from all angles, and even resolving this peacefully doesn't do anything but get us a laser turret.
Speaking of, that energy shield is still there. Let's fix that, shall we?
Now, the rabbit I just pulled out of my hat was randomized quantum delocalization. Question, can I weaponize that?
Dumb question, you can weaponize everything.
I take the device and tinker with it a bit, fiddling with the internal wiring and components, before I snap the back plate of the small device closed once again. Satisfied with my work, I toss it towards the energy shield. Upon contact, it detonates, fraying the fabric of reality into torn pieces, a secondary effect of the detonation further expanding the field, until it covered practically the entire energy barrier, warping into a sort of invisible shroud as it became impossible to pierce the twisted area of what was one normal space. Then, it snapped back in an instant, but it was damaged. A lot of the energy remaining in the barrier had disappeared somehow, lost to a strange place, perhaps, making the barrier that much weaker via the process of weird quantum shenanigans.
7/10 Monikerbots - can't have 2 of the same entity
8/10 ???
+1 @I_just_write
Okay, foundation! You won't last another second! The cake and deconstructors worked really well, so this time, I summon a group of cake-wielding miners! Their pickaxes are made out of bomb-filled cake! Every time they swing it, the pickaxe explodes deliciously but remains intact! They go attack, happily exploding until the miners can't explode any more!
"MY ARMOR IS ONE OF A KIND CRAFTED BY MYSELF, I'VE SPENT A WHILE MAKING SURE IT WAS TOP OF THE LINE, MY FRIEND. YOUR MESH IS PRETTY GOOD TOO AS LONG AS YOU AREN'T PLANNING TO TAKE TOO MANY HITS. AS FOR EVEN A GODMODDER BEING HERE IT COULD BE A POSSIBLITY IF NOT LIKELY. MOST PEOPLE WILL NEVER EVEN CROSS PATHS WITH A GODMODDER IN THEIR LIFETIME OR THEIR CHILDREN'S. IT BE A PLAIN LUCK LIKE WINNING THE LOTTERY A BILLON TIMES WHILE BEING STRUCK BY LIGHTING IN A FIELD OF FOUR LEAD CLOVERS TYPE OF LUCKY. BUT I'M ONLY HERE TO COMPLAIN TO THE OWNER THAT THEY ATTEMPTED TO MURDER ME AND I WON'T STAND FOR IT. THE GUY COULD HAVE AT LEAST PUT UP A NO TRESPASSING SIGN."
((Changed character's color to something more fitting.))
Successfully getting King's attention, the creature jumps backwards and then sits down again, seeming to be restraining itself from touching the armor.
"Made it yourself? That must have taken such a long time. Or, maybe not. But I admire your dedication to it! I always love seeing what fascinating things others have made. Where I'm from is pretty... closed off--don't get to see much new."
At the mention of its mesh, the creature held one of its front legs up in front of it, showing the thin strings of bright metal running down towards each individual claw, like Sombra's glove. ((from Overwatch))
"Oh, thank you! I don't plan on dying, though maybe it will happen. Plans have gone wrong before."
It sets its paw down and looks up at King.
"You just want an apology? Well, if I see this 'godmodder', I'll tell you. Though, why were you here in the first place? For me, being here isn't lucky at all. I'd rather not be here, but..."
The creature's voice suddenly grows much less cheerful and more somber as it glances down.
"How should I phrase this... I've been sent here to find this 'godmodder', confirm that they exist. It seems like people are fighting here, so maybe they're here?"
It then returns its visored gaze to King.
"Do you have a name?"
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... My liege demands I stay my hand.
+1 to Heirolight because I need to pay that back.
The First Relic: 8/10 (+1 from Joebob, +1 from Mirror)
Forever: 3/10
The rays of light serve to make shadowy allegiances stand clear.
Someone has summoned him and these other beings, knowing that most would blindly fight. Another half-thought comic book supervilliany plot centered around misunderstanding.
But his efforts at obvious neutrality, even cautious friendliness, have been met with open hostility. Acceptable behavior in an automated system, perhaps, but not in a sentient that can clearly see that you aren't buying into the setup.
And the lightshow is not being controlled, either. Otherwise he would have destroyed the other "players" as a liability.
No. This guy's just a jerk.
Which means the gloves are coming off. Figuratively. The scavenger still has unknown and ungrounded technology to work on.
He searches the necromancii for anything that still has magic in it, a project for later.
He takes careful shots at the barrier that protects the technician. His allegiances were chosen poorly.
"Sorry. It's not you. It's your management."
He adjusts the Golem to ignore commands that would be suicidal, then sets the Shield and Foundation as priorities one and two, respectively.
[AG again, plz. Thx]
[I try to collect a necromantic artifact from the necromancii. I shoot the Shield around the Engineer with the [Gun].]
[The Golem tries to smash the Shield, unless that'll get it killed, in which case it smashes the Foundation.]
Charge Action
A lumberjack appears. Wait why does he have a purple drink?
Lumberjack 25,000/25,000 [AG]
Passive: Rage. If a kill is scored, the Lumberjack will gain Rage for two turns. All attacks will be counted as "two attacks", meaning that damage is doubled but damage reduction is applied doubly so.
The Lumberjack chops up the Energy Shield. Don't ask me on how that one works.
Redstone declares that there needs to be a dank meme and 360 noscopes some Ang(e)ry Skeletons.
