4/50 (+3 gm)
expended.
The binding stone finds itself having time reversed, rocks slotting back into place and fusing back as if the attacks on it have undone. sadly, this effect ends all too soon, after less then 250,000 hp's worth of healing.
Who knew, for an entity to be safe it needs at least 300,000 HP of bodyguarding available every round.
Anyway. As my action, I borrow Discount Disparem- the discount version of the inversion mirror- put the captchalogue code for Devils Damnation within view, and wait for it to spawn an inverted copy of the code, which I then preview. hopefully, it'll give me a version of Devils Damnation that doesn't heavilly hint at doing terrible things to the user, and preferably not demony things.
If this result when previewed is revealed to still be evil/seems such , I instead alchemize... hm... [concentrated player essense || bit of godmodder flesh]. who knows, it might give me something useful.
EDIT: to be entirely clear, this isn't intended for duplication purposes so much as just 'hey what if i could make a not evil version of this' 'idea number one!'.
Primal guardian spirit will bodyguard the binding stone and blazing charge anyone who Approaches it, without waiting for them to attack first.
Zeyron *. uses Alchemical Ignition to repair the binding stone using the Discount Vita Australi. The Binding Stone is arguably living, so it works. I hope.
Drones continue to guard, attack someone. Drone II again focuses on supressing fire on attackers. Amalgamation uses blood: if it is a heal, PGS. if it an attack, whoever. if it uncontrolable, oh well. if its heal and attack, heal PGS and attack whoever. Devils Damnation-wielding clone moves over to stand next to the amalgamation, and mimics its movements, using the demonic powers of the spear to appear identical while still being able to attack enemies freely.
25k healing to the Binding Stone, Inverted Devil's Damnation makes....Nothing. It seems that there is no counterpart to the Devil. This is kind of disturbing, to be quite honest.
Concentrated Player Essence || Piece of Godmodder Flesh = Atropal. A dead godling. It's Hostile.
w h y
Entities Ordered.
Ishmael: healing back home, I presume
Jojolion
Auma: still puppeting the IPRClone
JoJolion continues bodyguarding AUMA, who uses their Celestial Powers to create a small star inside of the nightwalker.
I take advantage of the darkbeast's intimidation to offer it shelter if it joins my team.
In the back of my mind I start thinking about the nature of the creation of elementals in the void. I don't question how I got this book in my hand, nor why it can only be touched with a casting of mage hand.
"On the nature of the elements of the void? Hmm..."
I flip to the chapter on Oblivion and start reading...
Dark Beast Defected.
Oblivion. The Element of The End. All things must come to an end, and Oblivion facilitates this process. Locations influenced by Oblivion tend to be derelict, decadent, deserted.
18/50 (claiming +3)
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I decide to give the Godmodder a lot to drink.
And by that, I mean that I rush over to her, pin her down with a series of high-tech shock-deterrence binder clips, force her mouth open, and force a series of Compressed Water Grenades down her throat.
The grenades then detonate. I'm not sure to what extent the Godmodder's powers protect against massive amounts of water suddenly appearing in her digestive system, so I compensated by using 20 grenades, each of which fits 10 gallons of water into a convenient grenade-sized package.
Then I hurry back to the AG side of the battlefield, and activate the "Shock" function on the binder clips for good measure.
Ishmael: healing back home, I presume
Jojolion
Auma: still puppeting the IPRClone
I continue reading the book, learning more about Oblivion the element, the plane and the type of elemental.
I then walk up to Absalom.
"Hey, kid. You wanna come with me to a plane of pure magic and wonder? I can show you the universe if you wanna come on a journey with me."
There are no Oblivion Elementals. Ever since the founding of Nihil Magna, there have been no Oblivion Elementals. Nobody alive has ever met one, meaning that anything they knew has been lost. All we do know is that Oblivion Elementals did in fact exist once, but that is all.
Still bothered with all the partdops, I try to put out an action that doesn't rely on the current events that I might forget to check and edit my placeholder.
Thus, a kitten was born, and now roams the battlefield as a Neutral entity. Or it would be roaming if I wasn't busy giving it attention and making cooing noises over how adorable the furry guy is.
10/50 (+3 gdama) The purity of motions has been violated. There will be a suffering for this, but the offender is on our side. What is it with people starting with Ene that makes them our brief enemies by discomfort so quickly in these game worlds?
While contemplating what inordinately murderous retribution to redirect for productive purposes, I notice a stain on a wall that appears from a plothole.
I use the Godmodder to scrub it out with her aura. Oops, that was at the speed of light. But we did get the stain out! All squeaky clean, I shove the spotless wall through the Godmodder into the blood dimension.
You're lucky this isn't a setup game, lass. Actually, you're very unlucky. Feel free to explain your words any time now...
"This existence is fundamentally flawed ...Outsider? Everything should've died a long time ago, but it hasn't. Every moment, we die a little bit more, becoming ever so slightly weaker and weaker. There are people that should never have existed, but do anyways, creatures with nonexistent memories of things that have never happened, remembering people who never were, names to concepts that have none. Trust nothing of the past, for it will not save you."
I unleash my focus,7 charges spin around,converted into dark purple beating sparks of light which I infuse into the Shadowscythe....dark gold and silver features begin to form...
OOC: It is intended entirely as flavor text, and I was only noting if this counts as a charge. I would like training to be counted as something slightly different, but if you are counting it as a charge then it will end at 10^25 times gravity because each turn he tries to go up 10 times what he was at last turn. Also, if it won't get me very far, then what would without Artifacts. I don't intend to use artifacts often, so I don't know how better to have his power increase at all.
IC:
Okay, that was weird. I think a glitch in the chamber occurred, because that was the same amount of time in the chamber as outside. I think I fixed it, but that waas odd. I am now on the way to 500, and am now training with Piccolo, along with having finished training with Tien.
LJG leaps up over to his platform and floats over to the ruins of the Final Templar Fort. Not feeling irritated yet Oblivion Man? I mean, based on the fact that TOG is back and Fire Face isn't, Fire Face is either dead or ran back to his Fireplane. Not that I would want to be there, burning planes are the worst. They always fall out of the sky and break some of the ground. I don't understand why there's an entire plane devoted to it. Back to the point, you should just run home to your Plane of Oblivion (which sounds worse than a fire plane). Really, that's your only escape.
With those profoundly annoying words done, LJG simply reaches into his guitar case. He pulls out a tuba (Musical Instrument). Now it's time for the obvious trope. LJG drops it onto P5 and jumps down from his platform, holding two giant mallets (Drum Hitting Instruments) in hand. He bangs these onto the tuba over and over again, knocking around and disorienting P5. He then grabs the mouthpiece and starts playing a few notes. Lastly, he takes the mallets and uses them to hit the bottom, bending it so that P5 can't escape. See what I mean. You massacre a few entities, die, massacre a few more, die, and gain no benefits. You should just leave.
Now back to your regularly scheduled program. (This was action 2 this turn anyways)
Ah ha! He should have run while he could. Except he'll run again... Cause... Reasons? Whatever. LJG jumps down off his platform and heads toward the pack of beasts (bright and dark). He takes out a dark biscuit he was saving for later. It was advertised that it would satisfy anything dark and brooding, which is why LJG had it. He had already eaten four of them and was still on the fence on whether he liked them or not. Back to the now, LJG slowly approaches the dark beast, trying to remain as little a threat as possible. He slowly pats it on the head, making sure it is okay with it first. He them holds out the biscuit, letting the beast choose to eat it or not. Hello dark beast, I am sorry to inform you your leader is temporarily dead. Don't worry, I can take care of you. Trust me, I have way more food than Mr. Disintegrater. LJG subconsciously knows the dark beast doesn't understand him, but keeps talking in a soothing, calm voice anyways. LJG then starts to pet the dark beast, whether it has fur or not. It just seems to be the natural thing to do. Lastly, he sits down next to the dark beast to keep it company. There there dark beast, there there.
19/50
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I give as many AG entities as possible Light Filter Goggles. Like Eclipse Glasses but better, Light Filter Goggles enable the bearer to look directly at bright objects (such as the sun, or Bright Beasts) without being blinded at all. Unlike Eclipse Glasses, the Light Filter Goggles do so without sacrificing quality of vision in any other area.
Revolver Ocelot... just attack like everything. There's only, what, 7 entities on the field?
The girl throws away P4's boiness into the trash, and instead steals Revolver Ocelot's wounds, hiding them away in a chest which she tosses away, then using the Healium Staff to help close his scars. Pretty good indeed.
11/50 these fire elementals grow tiring but I will save the sundering of their concept for later
I grow tired. Let us rip off the Godmodder's face, that she may wear any she chooses. Let us rip out her heart, that she may grow a new one to answer the perspective of God. Let us rip off her feet that she may choose any new path. Let us spear her through an empty body with nameless weapons measureless to man. Let us make all of her pieces dwell in and be of frost, and melt in the light of her eternal eyes.
Let's see what she uses the character creation screen for.
Ender_Smirk. In a higher world you the player have stated concerns about the assembly of power. I will forward given rebuttal to you the piece as stated by the parenthetical words of the arbitration author: I restate words I fear some have not heard in this sidereal miracle.
I recommend you adjust your path. This training and linear benchmark of power is precisely negated by the very first defenses of the Godmodder, the Curse of Repetitiveness, OP Scale, and god shield. The same techniques trained finer are useless. Raw power is useless. You cannot break her majesty our enemy with the world you seek to invoke. Dragonball has not home power here, cosmology sundered child worse off than We. And unfortunately, this world does not allow for prepared actions to gain the immensity of meaning you likely wish, even fragmentary charge formless and deployed instantly with diminishing returns on upgrades and group charges sealed for a little while longer.
I fear you misunderstand the game binding her shields, and the higher worlds grant us not yet further the mercy of exchanging power for meaning.
Put meaner, DTG is about creative attacks. We are high and flexible reality warpers, perhaps more like Shenrons and Piccolos or the great angels than Gokus and Beeruses.
Put weirder, physical force does not translate into damage 1:1. The abstraction of HP does strange things in the name of game balance and the DTG strife. Even before the Curse of Repetitiveness, more of the same does not gain: with it, player power fades or becomes useless if we try over.
Put simply, Hezecrusher Fallacy. This is an alien logic than you are likely used to: alien common sense of demons painted on a forum game where things do not work as intended. Though we shape reality, reality shapes back and limits our will's end result work.
How I chafe against human typist and madman typed. I struggle to pass across boundaries things that only make sense in layers we do not exist. I can only hope I am heard properly through my own mangled voice.
Also just rely on your passive charging and use your actions to do stuff. Maybe make a work points artifact or entity if you can flavor it and its output uniquely to avoid COR on specials and we might get something out of it before the Godmodder pops it betrayed or dead.
I have assessed the mechanics for improvement as a Descendant and concur that in this swarm it is not really worth it right now. The pursuit of power is best done off screen: we have won the silver to warp reality, we may find the gold of godcraft and the platinum of omnipotence beyond the scope of war limitation. Also, we need group charges unsealed first to get reasonably fast, slap the bad god (wo)man around a bit in some creative way next few rounds if you have actions to spare.
You have enough power for now. Use it. Be as a creator and a destroyer and a maintainer: exercises in buffing are too costly or tepid for most of now.
...Though I suppose it goes against the spirit of the thing, I can provide ideas and guidance if you are stymied still.
To be the devil's advocate, bring a new flavor to the field. Hunt down the Arrow of Manifesting Spirit that I made, it escaped me but grants a miraculous pair of powers from soul and mind if you are pierced by its contract arrowhead. I hope that the individual uniqueness of the first power and variety of the second can...hide from repetition's grasp. Or you could call down Kyubey or call up the Overlord and bargain your soul for a wish of powered form. I know many deals and paths. Infect this world for me. I can draw exalts, subordinate souls, brothers and sisters of inspiration, tarots, legacies, woes...my dreams are as full of the stolen as are his, but we both laugh in originality still.
1/50
I take a captcharoid-y camera thing and use it on The Rod in TOG's possession. once I have the captcha code for it, I take the Discount Finem and The Rod, and find what spaces Finem has filled which Discount Finem does not and vica versa. then, I take those spaces and take, lets say... Discount Vi Naturae, and superimpose the non-discount's pattern changes on its code.
Like, there's a certain amount The Rod differs from the discount version, right? and that change includes a change in its captchalogue code. so maybe if I apply whatever the change I find is to another discount item, I can get the non-discount item? it's worth a try, I think.
I also spend a couple of Cerebocrown-enhanced minutes looking for flaws or ways to improve the process.
I tape two cats onto a boomerang, so that the first cat's front and the boomerang's back side are taped together, and the boomerang's front is taped to the front of the second cat. Then, I throw the boomerang at the Godmodder. Clearly, the boomerang will keep flying, since cats cannot fall on their backs, and it will eventually hit the Godmodder.
18 Charge
With my new motorhog, I prompt it to slam into the nearby tree that somehow popped up, knocking it over into a pot of soup. Said soup pot doesn't appreciate the choice of greenery and proceed to spew its boiling content into a bright beast.
<Nul>
oh by the way if anyone wants one of the attack-boosting alchemys I've got, I'm willing to lend them for a round for like i dunno 1 charge per 20,000 attack boost on the item, and sell them for like 1 charge per 5,000 attack boost on it.
or something along those lines.
because iirc I can't actually use 5 different artefacts at once so i don't need All of them.
</Nul>
You can't sell charges to other people. Not yet. The Godmodder looks at the two Amalgamations on the field, and focuses on the Clone in particular. In a flash, the Clone is eliminated, and the Godmodder is holding it's spear. "Interesting. Adapted Spatial Manipulation technology, as well as a viable weapon. I wonder why he didn't try this...."
Raising the Spear, the Godmodder uses her new ghost powers, being a godmodder, and forbidden space magic to lift up the Monsterpig, Drones, Revolver Ocelot and Zeyron to telefrag them all together for 20k damage to each of them.
Absalom has dissapeared. He's nowhere to be found.
The Bright Beasts continue to set upon their goal to destroy the Binding Stone. They tear apart the guardian, and then break the stone apart. The Elder Fire Elementals burn Nogatu and the Grace Chicken for 48k damage, and the Nightwalker destroys Jojolion.
Another Bright Beast appears, as well as P5.
+6 PG Morale
-13 AG Morale
Auma makes a small star appear inside of the Nightwalker, dealing 70k damage. The Grace Chicken eliminates a Bright Beast. Zeyron uses Elemental Ignition to heal himself for 50k Hp. Ocelot just barely blasts a Bright Beast apart, and takes the last of his burn damage. The Drones fire on a Bright Beast for 62 damage. The Amalgamation uses Blood, to heal it's fellow Clone Auma for 75k, while taking the blood from a Bright Beast.
-5 PG Morale
+3 AG Morale Itinerary:
Destroy the Godmodder. Facility Information ENTITY ADVANTAGE: [AG]
FIELD EFFECT: Antipodes. Forces associated with P5 enter every round.
PG MORALE: 25%
AG MORALE: 33%
Ishmael: healing back home, I presume
Dark Beast
Auma: still puppeting the IPRClone
I claim the bright beast that should've made and failed its morale roll last round and set it to bodyguarding Auma.
Auma channels both space powers and light powers to heal the Brightbeast to an incredible degree.
The Darkbeast bodyguards me.
a Dead Godling? I use Za Rodo to attempt to control the beast of decay, turning it to my side. If this works, I order it to bodyguard the Bright Beast.
23/50 (claiming +3)
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Let's finish off the Bright Beasts.
I set the Innovator to "Gamer Mode," which it has, because why not, and proceed to pull off perfect 360 noscopes on all remaining Bright Beasts until either I get dizzy or they're dead.
Ishmael: healing back home, I presume
Dark Beast
Auma: still puppeting the IPRClone
I taunt the fire elementals with the fact that their glorious leader has abandoned them out of fear. Or perhaps because he doesn't care about them. Either way, I offer that I care about my entities. Especially the sentient ones. Notice how I let that one converted sniper guy leave peacefully? The Fire Elementals should join me instead.
5 / 5 0 ( + 3 g m )
place. hold.r
I explain that obviously the chargegiving would occur by doing something for me with the charges.
I then point out the godmodder has probably made a mistake as they are a ghost which makes them a soul and demons eat souls and the devils damnation is demon related.
Amalgamation uses light. If it is controllable then:
attack -> nightwalker. control -> atropal. heal -> zeyron and/or other allied beings.
Facility forgot to update this round and last round and maybe before that. it should have 10 RP, so it uses 9 on drones. The Cloning Vat starts making another AMALGAMATION, but this time skimps on the 'sentience' part; it's for alchemical purposes.
Zeyron *. uses the phoenix crown to stretch the length between most of the Godmodder's body and the Devils Damnation. This makes the connection between the relevant arm and the rest of them weaker, resulting in either the weird godmodding ectoplasm form they have being partially stolen and stored in my inventory, or the devils damnation being returned.
The girl briefly tosses TOG her summoning staff, and wanders off, slashing into the air with her sword, cutting out a rectangle of grey and stepping through, into the Plane of Fire.
Next she pulls out some tea, and chilled water, which of course instantly begins boiling, and makes some tea, using a teapot to hold it without it, you know, getting all vaporized in the Plane of Fire. "Oi, uh, fiery dude... wait that applies to literally everyone here. P2. I don't actually know your name, but I want to have a friendly chat I promise I won't steal your stuff or murder you then steal your stuff or murder you."
49/50 THUNDERSTRUCK Ha ha! We win! The Godmodder is a ghost now, and you know what being a ghost means!? You're dead. Ha ha! Just in case they haven't won, LJG delves back into his suitcase. He searches around, makes weird remarks, bla bla bla, he has the thing! The thing he has grabbed out this time is a dream catcher (Sleep Instrument). He walks over to the Ghostmodder and drops it on her head. Now, what could this possibly do? Simply put, dream catchers are commonly used to let good dreams pass, being able to be described as light fun, and they capture the bad dreams since they have a very heavy negative effect on people. This specific dream catcher has caught just a few nightmares, and dropping a dream catcher on top of someone would most likely make that person see those nightmares. And so, as the dream catcher falls through her ectoplasmic being, she is haunted by someone else's fears. A nightmare without control. A darkness unknown... The sun drops under the horizon. The black sky lacks stars, a moon. The Ghostmodder sprints through the streets of the ghost town. She glances behind herself and sees a milky white figure behind her. Her head spins back around. She sees the dim light of her current hideaway and is filled with hope. She is so caught up in the thought of escape that she fails to notice the empty barrel right in front of her. She knocks into the barrel and falls onto the sandy floor she calls ground. The milky figure advances. The Ghostmodder tries to get up, but the ground won't let her. As she continues to struggle, her ankles fall further into the sand. The milky figure continues on. The Ghostmodder starts trying to feel around her, unable to see anything in the all encompassing night. She finds a dead bush a few feet away from where she stands. She grabs it and tries to haul herself out of the ground. After a few moments, she is finally free, but a few moments was all the figure needed. It stands right behind her, without detail, without emotion. The Ghostmodder spins and sees the eerie light following her. She starts to crawl, hoping to find some escape. She manages to make it a few feet closer to her home, but the figure follows as well. As the Ghostmodder scurries, the figure begins to take form. Its shape condenses into a more human look, growing arms, legs, and a head on its strange ζ-shaped body. Its face grows distorted figures: a crooked, warty nose, colorless, shifting eyes, rotten, pointy teeth, and spider legs instead of hair. Its arms and legs seem to be on backwards, struggling to reach out and touch the Ghostmodder. Its feet and hands are wrinkly and disproportionate. It stares at the Ghostmodder as one stares at their meal, almost as if it has already been eaten. The apparition lurks closer to the Ghostmodder, almost touching her frozen, terrified face. However, the Ghostmodder is fast and scoops up some dirt in her hand. She flings this sand at the figure in front of her. But, instead of knocking it back, the apparition is unphased. The Ghostmodder tries to roll away, but the figure still follows. Finally, in one last desperate attempt, the Ghostmodder digs her feet into the ground and launches herself out of the way. The milky figure doesn't follow. It just sits there, waiting. The Ghostmodder gets up and continues her mad dash to safety. She makes it all the way to her hiding place and rolls into a ball. She looks around her room in disbelief. However, as she looks around, she notices her lamp isn't on. She searches around, only to find the milky white figure emitting its supernatural glow through the room. The Ghostmodder screams as the figure reaches out and touches her. The Ghostmodder drifts silently through the void. She looks around herself and sees true nothingness. She lets out a scream, one to be never heard. Darkness drifts around her. Then, out of nowhere, the darkness converges on the Ghostmodder. She can't do anything. She has no control, there is no escape. Then, right before the darkness fully ate the Ghostmodder, it stopped. A still, white light cut through the distance. It approaches the Ghostmodder once again. It opens its horrific mouth and chants one word, "Die." The black recontinues its assault. The apparition disappears and everything goes black. The Ghostmodder awakens in the middle of a dinner party. All of the guests laugh and stare at her. The Ghostmodder tries to say something, anything, but for some reason, she can't. The guests around her continue to stare and laugh. They all drink and eat and talk amongst each other, but they can't stop laughing. The Ghostmodder tries to eat, but her hand can't touch the food. She tries to drink the wine, but her hand can never reach it. She looks around the party again, shocked by all that is going on. Suddenly, she stands up. The party goers' eyes all turn to the Ghostmodder. No heads move at all. Suddenly, the party goers disapear and are replaced with translucent images of their past selves. Then, a single milky white figure steps out through the crowd and approaches the Ghostmodder. He holds out one of his hands, and in it is a piece of paper. The paper reads: Fear. The Ghostmodder awakens. This horrific dreams haunts her mind and forces her to develop phasmophobia, the fear of ghosts. She looks down at herself and realizes that she is a ghost, causing her to be afraid off herself. Why is P5 even here? Doesn't he have anything better to do?
16/50 I know you know I know you know I know you know [etc.]
Life is dead! You probably don't know what that means, but instead of a funeral for an individual dying, that means we use knives and arrows to kidnap a planet-destroying soccer ball and score a goal with it. And a certain nearby godmodder we're having a war fighting is the impromptu goalie...
22 Charges
I attempt to sway a weakened PG entity to our side through some freshly baked cakes, which was lathered in ice cream and sweets. Also, theres a 20$ Walmart gift card that comes with the welcoming cake!
Side note, we can alchemize living things?
alright, next is... some kind of armor artifact.
BUT FIRST!
For all future alchemizations, assume 'i make it' means 'I preview it, and then do not make it if it appears to be of ridiculously high risk factor'.
Traho is a chestplate, and affects gravity... and... 'aight.
(Traho && Phoenix Lance (crown form)&& lunar shield (photographed in godmodders hand)) || Traho
If that seems evil, I preview it without the lunar shield, or else without the lance, or else I instead preview and only do if it seems like a smart:
A tiny bit of godmodder ghost form-ness && concentrated player energy.
And if that looks like a dumb I preview:
(discount Deus Liber || Discount Malefic Est) && a clone
Then alchemize whichever of all these things seems least dumb.
46/50 THUNDERSTRUCK (Using Cuatro (4)) You know what, I'm bored. I mean, we are all standing on a checker board. Who does that? No, we need some style. We need some... nature... LJG falls into his guitar case and falls backwards back out. In his hand, he holds a gardener's hat (Sun Protection Instrument). The hat is filled with dirt (Structural Instrument). He dumps it out onto the ground, but it ends up floating in a small hemisphere right above the ground. However, the hat isn't empty; in it sits a small seed (Ecosystem Growing Instrument). He drops the seed onto the flat side of the freshly laid dirt. Next, he pulls out a flashlight (Anti-Darkness Instrument). He turns it on, points it at the seed, and lets go. The flashlight hovers in the air (as if by magic!). Finally, he holds a faucet (Water Delivery Instrument) over the dirt and turns it on. Even though it doesn't have any extra plumbing, it still works... sort of. Instead of the brilliant out pour known to modern man, small drips of water fall out about once every fifteen seconds. Finally, LJG drops the faucet and lets it float there (as if by magic!).
After about a minute, a small tree sprouts out to its full size. This would be amazing (and magical!), except the tree is really small, about 5 inches tall and a quarter centimeter wide. After another minute, a small seed drops out of the tree. Tree Count: 1
HP: 500 per tree + 2,000 from dirt
ATK: 0 (When not on fire)
Ability Stuff:
Forest: Each round, one more tree grows
Trees BURN: When a tree dies, it burns. Whatever attacked the tree takes 500(?) damage
Natural Bodyguard: Trees are bodyguarding dirt
Deforestation: If all trees die, no more trees can grow.
I am getting annoyed now. I keep having the time dilation mess up. I am just going to repair it real quick.
I get out of the room, and cast some basic magic to repair whatever is messing it up.
24/50
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I point out that Whipped Cream can't usually stand up under its own weight when it's in a humanoid form. This causes all the Whipped Cream Mecha to collapse into a massive pile of Whipped Cream, right on top of the Godmodder.
I proceed to take the entire pile of Whipped Cream (and its contents) and put it on top of an ice cream dish I've been making. What ice cream dish?
The one I just fed to the Beast with an Incredibly Acidic and Quick-Acting Stomach.
I don't expect the Beast to survive the Godmodder being inside it (so it's not an entity), but I also don't expect the Godmodder to be unscathed.
I apologize for my originator's crass attitude and poor sportsmanship (and his barely contained malice, but if I went further we'd be here all war over it), butrandomly training mid-war Dragonball characterEnder_Smirk, there's this guy called the Curse of Repetitiveness to worry about. It is likely interfering with your training having any serious effect.
Performing a quick mudra from the uncanny arts of sidereal exalted, Altrin glimmers a spot of reality crystal for a moment, revealing "There is a nifty thing called the Curse of Repetition, which prevents repetitive summons and attacks from working well multiple times." from the intro post the great shifting curse "™" floating in the abyss, a red handle of energy last holding it rendered useless crumbling away in abstract.
We could really use your help destroying the Godmodder now. Attack her directly, prepwork can wait until energy is accumulated automatically. Perhaps multitask? Altrin, the Goldvine is getting aggressive again. I really think he's going to try and rip us out if he doesn't do that thing with the Lord- It's fine, shhhh.Stop that.
Kihihihihihi. So, it seems that this world is doomed to rot and die anyway. Let's amputate existence and substitute it with prosthetics! Hello extremely, new questline.No, no, no, a thousand times no. We should wait until it's irreparable, we should be fixing- DINNER.Ugh, you're right. Maybe this isn't worth fixing, but we need to find that out first before we make stuff only for it to blow up from the same problem. Fair. But we'll need to ask some more questions while we attack.
Ishmael: healing back home, I presume
Dark Beast
Auma: still puppeting the IPRClone
I claim the bright beast that should've made and failed its morale roll last round and set it to bodyguarding Auma.
Auma channels both space powers and light powers to heal the Brightbeast to an incredible degree.
The Darkbeast bodyguards me.
a Dead Godling? I use Za Rodo to attempt to control the beast of decay, turning it to my side. If this works, I order it to bodyguard the Bright Beast.
The Bright Beast refuses to defect and guard.
When you have defectors just come to serve you as meatshields, that's not very inviting.
You blast the Atropal for 100k damage.
23/50 (claiming +3)
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Let's finish off the Bright Beasts.
I set the Innovator to "Gamer Mode," which it has, because why not, and proceed to pull off perfect 360 noscopes on all remaining Bright Beasts until either I get dizzy or they're dead.
Ishmael: healing back home, I presume
Dark Beast
Auma: still puppeting the IPRClone
I taunt the fire elementals with the fact that their glorious leader has abandoned them out of fear. Or perhaps because he doesn't care about them. Either way, I offer that I care about my entities. Especially the sentient ones. Notice how I let that one converted sniper guy leave peacefully? The Fire Elementals should join me instead.
5 / 5 0 ( + 3 g m )
place. hold.r
I explain that obviously the chargegiving would occur by doing something for me with the charges.
I then point out the godmodder has probably made a mistake as they are a ghost which makes them a soul and demons eat souls and the devils damnation is demon related.
Amalgamation uses light. If it is controllable then:
attack -> nightwalker. control -> atropal. heal -> zeyron and/or other allied beings.
Facility forgot to update this round and last round and maybe before that. it should have 10 RP, so it uses 9 on drones. The Cloning Vat starts making another AMALGAMATION, but this time skimps on the 'sentience' part; it's for alchemical purposes.
Zeyron *. uses the phoenix crown to stretch the length between most of the Godmodder's body and the Devils Damnation. This makes the connection between the relevant arm and the rest of them weaker, resulting in either the weird godmodding ectoplasm form they have being partially stolen and stored in my inventory, or the devils damnation being returned.
The Godmodder hears your words, but she just doesn't care. Pointing things out doesn't cause changes in the world, it only causes perceptions to change.
Entities ordered.
The girl briefly tosses TOG her summoning staff, and wanders off, slashing into the air with her sword, cutting out a rectangle of grey and stepping through, into the Plane of Fire.
Next she pulls out some tea, and chilled water, which of course instantly begins boiling, and makes some tea, using a teapot to hold it without it, you know, getting all vaporized in the Plane of Fire. "Oi, uh, fiery dude... wait that applies to literally everyone here. P2. I don't actually know your name, but I want to have a friendly chat I promise I won't steal your stuff or murder you then steal your stuff or murder you."
49/50 THUNDERSTRUCK Ha ha! We win! The Godmodder is a ghost now, and you know what being a ghost means!? You're dead. Ha ha! Just in case they haven't won, LJG delves back into his suitcase. He searches around, makes weird remarks, bla bla bla, he has the thing! The thing he has grabbed out this time is a dream catcher (Sleep Instrument). He walks over to the Ghostmodder and drops it on her head. Now, what could this possibly do? Simply put, dream catchers are commonly used to let good dreams pass, being able to be described as light fun, and they capture the bad dreams since they have a very heavy negative effect on people. This specific dream catcher has caught just a few nightmares, and dropping a dream catcher on top of someone would most likely make that person see those nightmares. And so, as the dream catcher falls through her ectoplasmic being, she is haunted by someone else's fears. A nightmare without control. A darkness unknown... The sun drops under the horizon. The black sky lacks stars, a moon. The Ghostmodder sprints through the streets of the ghost town. She glances behind herself and sees a milky white figure behind her. Her head spins back around. She sees the dim light of her current hideaway and is filled with hope. She is so caught up in the thought of escape that she fails to notice the empty barrel right in front of her. She knocks into the barrel and falls onto the sandy floor she calls ground. The milky figure advances. The Ghostmodder tries to get up, but the ground won't let her. As she continues to struggle, her ankles fall further into the sand. The milky figure continues on. The Ghostmodder starts trying to feel around her, unable to see anything in the all encompassing night. She finds a dead bush a few feet away from where she stands. She grabs it and tries to haul herself out of the ground. After a few moments, she is finally free, but a few moments was all the figure needed. It stands right behind her, without detail, without emotion. The Ghostmodder spins and sees the eerie light following her. She starts to crawl, hoping to find some escape. She manages to make it a few feet closer to her home, but the figure follows as well. As the Ghostmodder scurries, the figure begins to take form. Its shape condenses into a more human look, growing arms, legs, and a head on its strange ζ-shaped body. Its face grows distorted figures: a crooked, warty nose, colorless, shifting eyes, rotten, pointy teeth, and spider legs instead of hair. Its arms and legs seem to be on backwards, struggling to reach out and touch the Ghostmodder. Its feet and hands are wrinkly and disproportionate. It stares at the Ghostmodder as one stares at their meal, almost as if it has already been eaten. The apparition lurks closer to the Ghostmodder, almost touching her frozen, terrified face. However, the Ghostmodder is fast and scoops up some dirt in her hand. She flings this sand at the figure in front of her. But, instead of knocking it back, the apparition is unphased. The Ghostmodder tries to roll away, but the figure still follows. Finally, in one last desperate attempt, the Ghostmodder digs her feet into the ground and launches herself out of the way. The milky figure doesn't follow. It just sits there, waiting. The Ghostmodder gets up and continues her mad dash to safety. She makes it all the way to her hiding place and rolls into a ball. She looks around her room in disbelief. However, as she looks around, she notices her lamp isn't on. She searches around, only to find the milky white figure emitting its supernatural glow through the room. The Ghostmodder screams as the figure reaches out and touches her. The Ghostmodder drifts silently through the void. She looks around herself and sees true nothingness. She lets out a scream, one to be never heard. Darkness drifts around her. Then, out of nowhere, the darkness converges on the Ghostmodder. She can't do anything. She has no control, there is no escape. Then, right before the darkness fully ate the Ghostmodder, it stopped. A still, white light cut through the distance. It approaches the Ghostmodder once again. It opens its horrific mouth and chants one word, "Die." The black recontinues its assault. The apparition disappears and everything goes black. The Ghostmodder awakens in the middle of a dinner party. All of the guests laugh and stare at her. The Ghostmodder tries to say something, anything, but for some reason, she can't. The guests around her continue to stare and laugh. They all drink and eat and talk amongst each other, but they can't stop laughing. The Ghostmodder tries to eat, but her hand can't touch the food. She tries to drink the wine, but her hand can never reach it. She looks around the party again, shocked by all that is going on. Suddenly, she stands up. The party goers' eyes all turn to the Ghostmodder. No heads move at all. Suddenly, the party goers disapear and are replaced with translucent images of their past selves. Then, a single milky white figure steps out through the crowd and approaches the Ghostmodder. He holds out one of his hands, and in it is a piece of paper. The paper reads: Fear. The Ghostmodder awakens. This horrific dreams haunts her mind and forces her to develop phasmophobia, the fear of ghosts. She looks down at herself and realizes that she is a ghost, causing her to be afraid off herself. Why is P5 even here? Doesn't he have anything better to do?
16/50 I know you know I know you know I know you know [etc.]
Life is dead! You probably don't know what that means, but instead of a funeral for an individual dying, that means we use knives and arrows to kidnap a planet-destroying soccer ball and score a goal with it. And a certain nearby godmodder we're having a war fighting is the impromptu goalie...
22 Charges
I attempt to sway a weakened PG entity to our side through some freshly baked cakes, which was lathered in ice cream and sweets. Also, theres a 20$ Walmart gift card that comes with the welcoming cake!
Side note, we can alchemize living things?
alright, next is... some kind of armor artifact.
BUT FIRST!
For all future alchemizations, assume 'i make it' means 'I preview it, and then do not make it if it appears to be of ridiculously high risk factor'.
Traho is a chestplate, and affects gravity... and... 'aight.
(Traho && Phoenix Lance (crown form)&& lunar shield (photographed in godmodders hand)) || Traho
If that seems evil, I preview it without the lunar shield, or else without the lance, or else I instead preview and only do if it seems like a smart:
A tiny bit of godmodder ghost form-ness && concentrated player energy.
And if that looks like a dumb I preview:
(discount Deus Liber || Discount Malefic Est) && a clone
Then alchemize whichever of all these things seems least dumb.
Going through with your plan, you create:
A tiny bit of godmodder ghost form-ness && concentrated player energy fails, since you currently are not in possession of Ghostmodder Ectoplasm.
However,
Traho && Phoenix Crown && Lunar Shield || Traho = Orrery Mantle. A deep black cloak, displaying a solar system building countless warships. It's a current map of my home universe, I can recognize the Land of Metal and Madness. This is amazing.
Unfortunately, during your process of picking and choosing, your other option causes the Alchemiter to spit out another Abomination. This time, it's vaguely humanoid creature that seems to extend off into infinity. So yes, I'd say that we should not do any alchemy with flesh at all. In fact, I wouldn't trust the alchemiter at all. It is of The Game, after all.
46/50 THUNDERSTRUCK (Using Cuatro (4)) You know what, I'm bored. I mean, we are all standing on a checker board. Who does that? No, we need some style. We need some... nature... LJG falls into his guitar case and falls backwards back out. In his hand, he holds a gardener's hat (Sun Protection Instrument). The hat is filled with dirt (Structural Instrument). He dumps it out onto the ground, but it ends up floating in a small hemisphere right above the ground. However, the hat isn't empty; in it sits a small seed (Ecosystem Growing Instrument). He drops the seed onto the flat side of the freshly laid dirt. Next, he pulls out a flashlight (Anti-Darkness Instrument). He turns it on, points it at the seed, and lets go. The flashlight hovers in the air (as if by magic!). Finally, he holds a faucet (Water Delivery Instrument) over the dirt and turns it on. Even though it doesn't have any extra plumbing, it still works... sort of. Instead of the brilliant out pour known to modern man, small drips of water fall out about once every fifteen seconds. Finally, LJG drops the faucet and lets it float there (as if by magic!).
After about a minute, a small tree sprouts out to its full size. This would be amazing (and magical!), except the tree is really small, about 5 inches tall and a quarter centimeter wide. After another minute, a small seed drops out of the tree. Tree Count: 1
HP: 500 per tree + 2,000 from dirt
ATK: 0 (When not on fire)
Ability Stuff:
Forest: Each round, one more tree grows
Trees BURN: When a tree dies, it burns. Whatever attacked the tree takes 500(?) damage
Natural Bodyguard: Trees are bodyguarding dirt
Deforestation: If all trees die, no more trees can grow.
I am getting annoyed now. I keep having the time dilation mess up. I am just going to repair it real quick.
I get out of the room, and cast some basic magic to repair whatever is messing it up.
You make the Ferrous Nanogauntlet, and take back the Swissarmyknifemodder.
[4] Why do you need me?
The Empire of Nihil Magna controls over half of everything. As a group, we are only five descended, heavily outnumbered. If you were to join us, we could have a chance at tipping the balance of power.
They have hurt countless people. They did it in the past, and they do it today. That has to stop. And as a Descended, that power is in you.
[5] Why are we Called Descended?
The term Descended comes from an ancient, incomplete poem found in
See, there's this ancient poem, pieces of which haven't been fully found yet, but it resonates with us. It's in our dreams, it comes in snippets: Descended from heaven
In wreaths of fire
To fight the demons
Of ages past
All doom and gloom, right? Relax. It'll be okay.
We know that this poem refers to us in those lines. It's for that reason that we are called Descended.
24/50
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I point out that Whipped Cream can't usually stand up under its own weight when it's in a humanoid form. This causes all the Whipped Cream Mecha to collapse into a massive pile of Whipped Cream, right on top of the Godmodder.
I proceed to take the entire pile of Whipped Cream (and its contents) and put it on top of an ice cream dish I've been making. What ice cream dish?
The one I just fed to the Beast with an Incredibly Acidic and Quick-Acting Stomach.
I don't expect the Beast to survive the Godmodder being inside it (so it's not an entity), but I also don't expect the Godmodder to be unscathed.
I apologize for my originator's crass attitude and poor sportsmanship (and his barely contained malice, but if I went further we'd be here all war over it), butrandomly training mid-war Dragonball characterEnder_Smirk, there's this guy called the Curse of Repetitiveness to worry about. It is likely interfering with your training having any serious effect.
Performing a quick mudra from the uncanny arts of sidereal exalted, Altrin glimmers a spot of reality crystal for a moment, revealing "There is a nifty thing called the Curse of Repetition, which prevents repetitive summons and attacks from working well multiple times." from the intro post the great shifting curse "™" floating in the abyss, a red handle of energy last holding it rendered useless crumbling away in abstract.
We could really use your help destroying the Godmodder now. Attack her directly, prepwork can wait until energy is accumulated automatically. Perhaps multitask? Altrin, the Goldvine is getting aggressive again. I really think he's going to try and rip us out if he doesn't do that thing with the Lord- It's fine, shhhh.Stop that.
Kihihihihihi. So, it seems that this world is doomed to rot and die anyway. Let's amputate existence and substitute it with prosthetics! Hello extremely, new questline.No, no, no, a thousand times no. We should wait until it's irreparable, we should be fixing- DINNER.Ugh, you're right. Maybe this isn't worth fixing, but we need to find that out first before we make stuff only for it to blow up from the same problem. Fair. But we'll need to ask some more questions while we attack.
You slice a Bright Beast apart, and use the Shadowscythe to boost AG morale by 10%.
Wait, what?
+12 AG Morale
-2 PG Morale Using the Space Aspect Energy within the Devil's Damanation, the Ghostmodder pulls Karpinksy towards the spear, impaling him, and taking The Innovator.
P5 waves his arms in a bizarre ritual to send a pulsating stream of darkness straight through the heads of Auma and TOG. This tendril of energy plants an idea into their head, displacing all other thoughts. It gets stronger and stronger, until it is suddenly ripped out just as violently as it entered, leaving your head empty, unable to remember what the idea was, but aware that it was there. This deals, dealing 114k damage to Auma, and 16 to TOG.
The Bright Beast, and Elder Fire Elementals tear away at the Grace Chicken, for 161k damage. The Nightwalker rakes it's hands over a drone, destroying it. Some Mithral Golems enter.
+5 PG Morale
-10 AG Morale
The Atropal curls up even more from it's wounds. Ignoring it's younger brother, it looks for sustenance. The first choice the most unguarded choice is taken easily. With baleful eyes, it stares at it's creator. It sees the Amalgamation, a creature full of life, and it makes a beeline for it, tearing away at it's drone accompaniment to deal a permanent 40k damage to it as the Atropal feasts on it's life energies.
-2 AG Morale
Auma has no Bright Beast to heal, for it no Bright Beast has defected. Instead, he deals 110k damage to an Elder Fire Elemental. The Grace Chicken swipes at the Nightwalker for 70k Damage. Zeyron uses a charge from the Phoenix Crown to take a sample of Ghostmodder Ectoplasm. Revolver Ocelot fire on the PG forces, dissipating the Bright Beast, but his shots fail to penetrate the high armour of everything else present. He heals for 6k Hp. The Drones attempt to deter the Atropal from further feasting, but their prods fail to get past it's armour. The Amalgamation itself, however uses Light on the Nightwalker, burning it away. This deals 55k damage to the Atropal as well. The Dark Beast attacks a Fire Elemental for 35k damage.
-5 PG Morale
+3 AG Morale Itinerary:
Destroy the Godmodder. Facility Information ENTITY ADVANTAGE: [AG]
FIELD EFFECT: Antipodes. Forces associated with P5 enter every round.
PG MORALE: 18%
AG MORALE: 38%
[GM] The Ghostmodder. 52/80 Hp. Candy: 1 Scoop of Ice Cream. [A] Lunar Shield. [A] Synchronicity Rifle. [A] Devil's Damnation. [A] The Innovator. [PG] P5. [PG] Elder Fire Elemental. 306,000/320,000 Hp. 6 AC. [PG] Elder Fire Elemental. 175,000/320,000 Hp. 6 AC. 80% Accuracy, 3 rounds. [PG] Mithral Golem. 120,000/120,000 Hp. 3 AC. Immune to Magic. x4.
Ishmael: healing back home, I presume
Dark Beast
Auma: still puppeting the IPRClone
Ok, objection. Setting entities to bodyguarding is no different than setting them to murdering their former friends. Except that they don't have to murder their former friends.
Secondly, I wasn't attempting to convert the bright beast. It was supposed to make that morale roll last round, what with its low health. I was merely claiming it.
Thirdly, working for me actually provides better chances of living than sticking with the enemy. Remember that one PG entity that made their morale roll, that I claimed and that bodyguarded my entities? What happened to him again? Oh yeah, he became a named character and actually made if out of here alive.
Consider that next time I offer some guys a place in my army.
I summon (using the Summoning Stave from EM), wait for it:
CP: 40
Atk: absolute minimum
HP: MAXIMUM
Za Hando: Strong grip. Cannot be robbed.
I give Za Hando Za Rodo and order him to absolutely exterminate all fire elementals.
Auma grabs Delphi's Orb from me and gives Za Hando the Motorcycle.
I cast Banish on Auma, who intentionally fails his roll. He's banished back to my/his home plane.
"Yeah, eat dirt, PGs who decided not to join me because they were scared of doing a bit of bodyguarding. Look who's living and who's dead now."
Facility idles if AMALGAMATION still has at least one standard guard drone at rounds end. otherwise, it buys more guard drones (one being advanced).
Vat further trys to reduce complexity of the amalgamation 2 if doing so will reduce cloning time.
AMALGAMATION uses blood on Atropal in retaliation, absorbing the returned health into itself- hopefully, said life is still aligned to its pool, allowing it to reverse the life harm. if this is impossible, it uses blood on whoever and heals whoever (preferably zeyron, or maybe the grace chicken)
Zeyron tries to use Death's Ankh to reduce the Godmodders power this round. or maybe to affect Atropal. either or.
"Hey, updater person. would you like this cape(chestplate? armor? robe)? I suspect you'd rather I keep it, but its best to ask, I think."
"Similar to that suspicion, I think your home universe is going to be relevant to this war at some point. this artefact is like a checkovs gun on that- why your system, if not?"
"Be ready, if you care what happens there. or whatever. just advice."
(Orrery Mantle && Lunar Authority Wand (captcha-cammera'd) ) ||Cerebrocrown. I can't imagine this would be demonic or evil, but if it looks that way I don't make it because I'm not an idiot (or, hopefully, criminally inattentive and sloppy), The Game!
Oh, and I give the lesser plant stave to.... the dark beast, or maybe revolver occelot- something without any other attack artefacts.
While throwing the planet/soccer ball back at the Godmodder (simply to continue our friendly game of catch, CoR and all), I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine.
To drop it on the Atropal. Drown in Landscape Technique: Earth That Swallows Up the Pointless and Respects the Dead! Altrin makes a series of forceful handwaving motions, earth called into existence around and above by the profundity of magic martial arts and whatnot then earthbent into motion.
The landscape of the Antipodes is polluted with mountains that fall from the sky and crash into the Atropal, forming a large makeshift gravesite as a bombardment of dirt ensues, punctuated with tombstones dropping like machinegun fire. A mausoleum lands on top as the finishing touch.
Go raise the dead or something, hahaha. Amenominakanushi, I'm blaming you if it chills and becomes an enemy [N] just to do that.
