DtG: Destroy the Godmodder (The Broken Masquerade)

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I feed my X-Wing a Rare Candy, causing it to evolve into Millenium Falcon. The Millenium Falcon then uses Tractor Beam, locking onto falling allies and pulling them into its cargo hold.
 
I SLAP BIGG MAN. I then remember that the Godmodder is not a Man! I panic, then SLAPP BIG MAN into the Godmodder! SLAPP.
I then drop BIG TOWER, the BIG MAN's house, onto the battlefields
I then summon the BOG MAN, and give JOE his BOG LIMBS
 
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frickin trees *sets trap*

Oh! Idea! I summon an Iron Golem right above the Godmodder. The large, flailing metal monstrosity starts falling down towards the Godmodder with incredible force. If only the Godmodder was able to move just an itty bitty inch to the right, they'd be safe! But the Godmodder is totally incapable of doing that, isn't that right, Godmodder?
:taunt: :taunt: :taunt:
 
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Pft. the godmodder 'dispersed the energy'?
There's a Lot of energy there. more specifically, if you take the output of a low-grade laser and multiply it by the number of photons a lightbulb produces each second, you still don't get the total energy amount. the walls have all melted into liquid superheated metal, which I apply a medium-grade telekinesis spell to, causing it to converge on, and burn, the godmodder. also, the warship is in ruins, so there's that. while they're distracted by that, I mentally scroll through the radiation types, until I find the right oŋΣ̶̡̀Σ͊ͪ̄̏ͥ̉̿͑ͫͤ̃҉͏̨͡Σ̡̡ͧ͊͌̀̓̈̋͝Σ̵ͣͧ̀ͪͨ̉̿͏Σ̨͇̫͇̗̞̺̹͎̫̰̤̤̙͔̣̝͙̊ͣͦ͛͟Σ̴̸̡̮̙͇͓̰͍̩͉͈̲͙̭͚̗̪͙͔͈̌ͯ̆ͯ̉̂́͘Σ̴̢̡̗͉͖̝̮̰̹̳͎̦̱͖͕̤̐͌̆ͮ͌́̑̆.
Purple and Blue the colors of night the fallen shards of endless white the cause of madness of three bright minds the ones of paltry poultry with season's fungi a spoon of pitch a plate of wood, a land of wealth and confusion both filled with crystals fourfold red and yellow, blue and gold a crazed monster loses his treasure and screeches laughter- thief's no better. a hopeful mind strives for knowledge and in time falls as well ignorance of warnings marks you unlucky while failure with knowledge marks the dumb and all you know is wrong, is wrong, listen to the endless birdςΘφγ ahem yes it has... interesting effects on the mind, as you can see.
it's powerful, i suppose, but not safe for any prolonged time. with a few clicks of the trigger, it surrounds the godmodder. wonder what'll happen?
 
Listening to the Narrator that was listing the things happening in the battle I blink and attempted to remember how did I get out of the warship in the first place.

I look upwards where the voice was coming from and simply shrug, unconscious use of Reality-warping powers I guess? Even I don't recall how I found myself out of the warship in my sloop. Just that I was.

Before I turn my attention to my main interest, I glance at the Harpoon gun and still notice it was still shooting out more of the Void Rope. Why did I think of use a weaker material for the harpoon... Ah well... It'll hit something soon... I think. With that done, I take a DEEPER look in the voidfire outside my ship. Using a multitude of eye-protection I peer at it in the safety of my ship. I feel my more scholarly side threatening to pop out after my long absence of scientific pursuit.
 
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the Cyan platform of energy glows somewhat brighter, becoming more translucent as well, then wobbles. and then wobbles again. then, with a loud Glorp, the platform envelopes me like a hamster ball, and I close my eyes. they, too, begin to glow a faint cyan,and to emit a mist of white-cyan. after a minute, the mist coagulates into a body-like shape with no legs, still made of mist. through this, i shall act on the field, while the cyan sphere rockets off towards whichever energy signature was the weakest, unless its significantly further then second-weakest, in which case second-weakest.
 
I take out a set of what appear to be car keys, complete with fob, and press a button on the fob. A distant chirping noise is heard.

A few minutes later, a dragon-shaped mech suit appears, complete with rocket boosters in its feet, durable metal plating, a multitude of offensive options, and a cockpit in the rough "brain" area.

The Dragon suit catches me in the cockpit. I strap in, close the hatch, and fire the rocket boosters to stabilize and halt my descent.
 
I scoop up some Voidfire Embers, and promptly hand them to that one skeleton blacksmith in dark souls, and get him to craft me possibly one of the oddest weapons, metaphysically speaking: A Voidic Great Chaos Flame Zweihander. I then store this in the inventory for further use.
 
"Hey Godmodder, punch me in the face!"

"In the face! Please, please punch me right in the face!"

"It doesn't have to be a punch, honestly; I'd settle for a kick."

"Doesn't even have to be in the face, anywhere would be great!"

"But please, oh please punch me right in the face!"

I continue annoying the Godmodder in this manner until they eventually do get around to punching me in the face, or elsewhere in a simple attempt to get me to SHUT UP ALREADY. Unfortunately for her, my current avatar is actually made of positronium, a finely-balanced mix of matter and antimatter; thus, when she punches me, I explode with a truly apocalyptic amount of force.
 
I activate the loudspeakers of my Dragon suit and say the following to the Godmodder:

"There's an old tradition when fighting Godmodders. You know the one. And since nobody else has done it, I get the chance to do so."

While the Godmodder is pondering my words, I call up a man who owes me a favor.

But this is no ordinary man, and the favor I'm calling in took me years of planning and hard work to acquire.

For after all, what can you do for the ultimate fighter? What does the greatest champion need?

How, in short, do you get Chuck Norris to owe you a favor?

I can't recall today how I did it, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm calling in the favor.

Chuck Norris appears and attacks the Godmodder. The favor is repaid.
 
I equip a Ring of Levitation, allowing me to fly in whatever directions I please without further explanation, and stop my descent.

That said, we who surpass the gods must rise above them in weaponry as well as station. Unexplored-Class, despair! With this, the black sword that Malivenera no Rosemary would once have dreamed, tear open the veils of the-

Wait, that's for later. Activate a FTL interference device so whenever the Godmodder attempts to move at FTL speeds she'll crash at that speed into a shredding vortex-wall of tachyonic nopes. I doubt it means anything good that she's not using that speed to leave the one phenomenon that stands a chance at doing anything to her, but we should at least put up a pretense.
 
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Summoning some rather advance Void research equipment, I soon use the containers that come with the kit and read the fine print and instructions that came with the equipment...
 
A cute girl floats in through a random hole in the wall. She's capable of levitation, apparently.

<02215.Rinna> umm what am i supposed to do
<01426.Hazuki> Don't do anything yet.
She just stays there, dodging any attacks that happen to inadvertently come her way, but not doing anything else. Wonder what she's doing...
 
The nameless stands up and looks at the screen, watching everyone with intense amusement, and presses its finger, against the screen sort of drawing on it.
This causes rifts in the air that sort of solidify, slowing down the falling of several people who are falling.

Hmm... I suppose that since the nameless is unable to answer the GM until its passed a certain number of trials, I will have to suffice.
No, the nameless cannot hear you. It doesn't even realize the effect it is having on the battlefield, probably doesn't even understand what it's looking at through the screen in that temple.
I, on the other hand, can respond to both of you, for however much good that does... well, any of us, really.
My name is SONG, I am a failed attempt at recreating the mythical theoretical beings called Terminae. Well, I was. Through a long chain of events I was chained to the Great Trials, to act as a sort of narrator for those forces that might be able to look into it to have things rendered in a way such that certain things can be obfuscated, and others highlighted, while the bulk of my power was absorbed into the Great Trials themselves to act as a sort of targeting system for the outside effects of finishing each trial, or interactions with the screen before it becomes a proper doorway.

And miss godmodder, I know what you're thinking, killing me won't actually prevent the nameless from affecting the battlefield, all it will do is prevent you from seeing what it is doing, thus rendering you unable to prepare for its eventual arrival, so don't bother trying.
 
The Millenium Falcon continues to collect players with its Tractor Beam, while hovering at elevation 2. While it does that, I use Upgrade on it to give it a bunch of gun turrets, allowing all the players to use them to shoot a storm of lasers at the Godmodder.
 
I Create some Good Glue and put it into my Inventory for later use as I speed up my ascent
 
Oh, right. Second post a round.

This, the void of IS NOT seen at the unexplored realm above the gods. Resplendent nothingness, despair, tears that know not why they come and an urge to sleep forevermore!

I give the godmodder a truly ridiculous amount of depression so she'll create a cure for depression when she counteracts it.

...Going to vaguely apply for 4th Wall Awareness and 'from outside the main universe' since I forgot to ask earlier and I did more or less open by arbitrarily entering from a point that most people would probably not find sensible otherwise. You mind waving that in?
 
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The view cuts to a scene taking place in yet another universe, in a planet that is arguably Earth but may be called differently by its inhabitants. Zooming into the planet's surface, we, the viewers, see what kind of civilization exists there: one of fantasy. Scanning over this world of fantastical setting as if we are looking in the eyes of a powerful avian, each imaginary wing beat the force of a tsunami, we see many a settlements in ruins, creatures of darkness, corrupted and natural alike, sprawl all over the earth like the plague of the land they are, and a tower of obsidian juts out of the earth, presumably the source of this disease.

Moments later, we all lay witness to a story of hope and miracle as four young adventurers march towards the heart of this madness. We all follow these four as they trudge on through moments of hardship, revel in chances of celebration, and appreciate the times of camaraderie. In their wake lay cleansed lands and recovering civilizations, a sign of success in their task. It takes not a long period of time for the party to reach their destination. Besting each and every challenge inside, the group finally reach the one that oversaw the corruption in its beginning, the one who is responsible for it in the first place, the ancient evil released from its prison through the actions of a foolish one, the one that holds many a tortured souls within its own body purely for the pleasure, the designated bad guy of the story. Both the group of heroes engage the adversary in front of them in one last combat.

Though the battle proves to be grueling, the heroes stand near-triumphant over their opponent, whom has been reduced from the being feared by all in the land into the blubbering mess kneeling, begging for its life to be spared, "promising" to be good. It begging for its life is genuine, but the promise is not, and the heroes do not fall for this attempt at trickery, no. Instead, a plucky young boy, whom the viewers have known to be the protagonist of this story, raises his sword high in the air. The sword, in response, glows a blindingly golden glow. Those who did follow through the story know one thing of this sword: it has been enchanted not to imprison the ancient evil as have the previous group of heroes did. What a mistake that turned out to be. No, this sword is enchanted to vanquish the ancient evil once and for all. The evil, knowing of what this will mean to it, makes one last attempt at preserving its own life; it opens a portal that leads to lands not known by neither heroes nor itself and enters it, but not before being pursued by a ray of golden light coming from the sword. Both the evil and the ray enter the portal, the latter being cut off from its source after the portal closes.

The portal does close, and the heroes wait in worried anticipation of what comes next. Then, like a wish upon a shooting star come true, all of that blot of corruption begin dissipating into nothingness. Spires of black, mounds of darkness, tendrils of evil, all disappear with nary a trace left behind. The same goes for the corrupted ones, sentient or insentient; the taint that forcefully took over innocent lives and inanimate objects are all ejected from their hosts, leaving behind many that gratitude for their restored freedom of will. With the ancient evil's influence eradicated from these fair lands, all lives still present for this moment rejoice with the metaphorical energy of ten suns. The four heroes, though only called that initially to bring a placebo of hope to all who were in despair, are now recognized and hailed as the true heroes of these lands. Within the four's carefree chatter with each other, a question, though with lighthearted intention, is asked:

"What did happen beyond that portal?"

The view goes back in time and in position of this specific Godmodding war. It's yet another turn of the Godmodder fighting off the multitude of beings that want her head off, however metaphorical that statement may be. In the midst of all the goings-on in this combat, a portal of jet black opens up. From it, a ragged cloak connected to a skeletal figure comes out, making the unfortunate misstep of bumping in the Godmodder. At the exact moment this newcomer makes contact with the Godmodder, a spear of golden light flies out from the portal and pierces both newcomer and Godmodder through their chests. The spear then dissolves into a swarm of golden light that fly into the indefinite. The Godmodder most definitely lives through this new wound and most probably does not give too much attention to it. The newcomer, on the other hand, is reaching to its own chest, disbelief being an obvious expression that it's wearing right now.

The newcomer lets out a wail...no wait, two...no there's another one...hold on a moment.

ahem

A horde of wails comes out from the newcomer's maw, as hundreds, if not thousands, of souls fly out, revealing themselves to be the actual source of the wailing. Though one would expect relief to be the emotion that should be felt by these freed spirits, they have been under too much torture that any semblance of sanity is no longer present. Their drive, though allegedly revealed to be a bid for vengeance through a mad mantra of the same word uttered by each and every soul, is, in reality, a horribly deformed definition of the word; that is, they intend to indiscriminately tear through any living being they see. And oh, what a coincidence! The only living being they can see, thanks in part to the debris that's been blocking any sight of the others and the fact that she was next to that newcomer when it died, the Godmodder. As they do spot the Godmodder, their one-word mantra changes by a whole word.

"tear tear tear tear tear tear tear teAR TEAR TEAR TEAR TEAR TEAR TEAR TEAR TEAR"

The vengeful spirits all march menacingly towards the Godmodder as they repeatedly scream their mantra towards her. Then, one takes the initiative and lunges itself towards the Godmodder, followed by all of the others.

The Godmodder would, of course, triumph over these souls, but not without obtaining some damaging wounds herself.
 
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The girl continues to levitate, before floating slowly upward. She tries to introduce herself to some of the people around her.

???: umm... the name's rinna. i'm just your average anime character, i guess...
RINNA: hehe.

RINNA: i hope you don't mind me just... observing.

She just floats there.
 
Regardless of the outcome of my taunting the Godmodder, the resulting explosion really hadn't harmed me. It had also occurred to me that sooner or later, the Godmodder would start whipping up minions to cause us additional grief, and when that happened we'd want some heavy firepower to deal with them. That said, the conventional method of summoning generally lead to weak Entities that would be of negligible use in this sort of war; on the other hand, there didn't seem to be any way to directly store up power in order to get a more powerful thing made.

And then an idea struck me. Quickly, I began pouring every bit of power I could muster into creating a statue of a slender woman dressed in half-plate armor. It wasn't a magical animated statue or anything like that, just a damn fine sculpture. It was utterly lacking in curses for the unwary, mysterious prophecies, or radioactive glows. Really, the only notable property of the thing was that it was made of the single most excessively durable material I could come up with, a light gray metal that I decided to call Adamantine. I also thought ahead and made my statue firmly on solid ground; wouldn't do to have my creation damaged by falling from the sky.

[AG] Adamantine Statue summoned! It does nothing!
 
OOC: Hey Just! Good to see you again! Probably shoulda posted that when I first saw you'd posted but whatever

The nameless decides that it doesn't understand what's going on in the screen, so its going to continue with its trials, the only purpose it truly has at this point in time. It crosses the bridge to the first door it went through, now closed, and goes up to the gallery, where the three doors behind the Trial of Air have opened up. One looks out into a windy expanse, another into clouds of mist, and the last into bright blue sky.

It looks into the first and steps forwards, through the door, entering the next trial.

The Trial of Wind
"The wind is carefree, wandering about withersoever it wishes, knowing that above all, movement, the thing it most loves, is what keeps it alive."​

The nameless appears in another empty area of air. It floats for a moment, confused, how is this different than the previous trial? Its question is answered when a blast of air sends it tumbling through the sky. It whips around and is buffeted on every side by the wind, tumbling about in the air, once again no longer in control of its movements.
The nameless tries to push back against the wind that sends it tumbling through the sky, but with every push against the wind comes a greater push that knocks the nameless flying once more.
The nameless struggles and struggles until it runs out of energy. It feels itself starting to slip away, and then a thought comes to it. As the wind pushes it along in different directions, instead of fighting against it, the nameless pushes forward with the wind, changing its angle slightly, but pulling along with the wind. After all, it has no where it's trying to get to, why not go along with where ever the wind is taking it?
And so wind spreads the nameless's nonexistent wings and the nameless goes from simple floating, to soaring.

And with that, wind fills the shaft in the battlefield, massive gusts of wind pushing everyone upwards and giving them a boost upwards as the powerful winds glide in under their limbs and torsos, gently lifting them up away from the encroaching ground below to better launch their assault upon the Godmodder.
Effect: players can now give themselves flight more easily.

The nameless soars through the air, until it sees the temple, and with that, the wind subsides. But not all the way, as the nameless has come to understand the nature of the wind, and with that understanding glides itself down to the central platform, and with the motion of landing, once more stands in the center of the temple.​
 
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