Anyone know what EMP stands for? Good, because the charge just got halved, and another +1 added! XD
I agree with the 50 charge max, as in the first pages of this tread, everyone was building things with around 20 max charges. Now it's a hundred or more, and nothing gets made. There's a bunch of Doomsday devices that won't be finished till next year, no joke.
@Nicklamgamer You don't choose the level for alchemies (you just write the recipe and maybe the name of the result alchemy if you feel brave; the GM chooses the level). The alchemies charges a level+1 (so a Level 2 alchemy has a 3-post charge; a level 9 alchemy has a 10-post charge and vice-versa). Alchemies require you to combine things to create new things (it can really be anything)! So get creative! Combine anything your heart desires, rather than being limited to the realms of Terraria weapons! The more original and creative, the better!
'/null' is only for posts that aren't meant to be regarded. So for nullposts, you don't increase alchemy charges. These posts are purely for discussion/response, so do not add these to posts you want the GM (crystalcat) to count. So yeah.
Please read, it will only help!
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@FirnenYT While I don't think it should be capped for all charges, you are right about some charge-lengths being insane. I myself am guilty of this, so I'll probably reduce Hot Al to something more reasonable, like 30.
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@nobodyinparticularbutmaybe @crystalcat and @GoldenReady I was considering make one big DTG manual, split into specific sections for relevant info. That way people can just be referred to the section that applies to them. So if someone is having trouble understanding how charges work, there'll be an easy-to-read section that identifies the basics. People wouldn't need to read the entire thing, just the things that they might be a bit rusty on. Possibly not worth it, since 2 out of 3 people ignore my advice entirely.
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|| Charges ||
Bard. 12/70 (+1 compensation) Bwaaaaaah~!
Consecration
9/15 (+1 compensation, +1 FirnenYT) Equality for all!
~Hot Al 0/30 Confirmed to be the owner of Hand of the Archlich.
+1 to DarkSide, GoldenReady and Sirplop as per usual.
|| Alchemy || Thunderstruck Staff || ? (Yes, a question mark) && Zeus's Thunderbolt = Wat(t) - (Level 15 - 16/16) (+1 goldenready)
Skaian Flag || Molten Core of the Earth && Blessed Stones && Crystals Pouch (10) = Herald of the Earth (Level 20 - 17/21)
Saltstained Cutlass (15) [+-] Enchant Scroll: Water [P] + Glowing Aquamarine [P] + Sapphire Ring [T/T] + Water Elemental Summoning Shard [P] + Brand of the Tsunami [P] + Clearwater Flask [T/T] + Aura of Creation [P] + Aura of Twilight [P] + Moonstone Dust [T/T] + Lunar Pearl [T/T] = Beneath the Sea and Stars (Level 22 - 1/23)
||Orders and Actions ||
Nihilumbra stares onwards, not really in the mood for fighting. It recieves an ICE BARRIER AND 60% DAMAGE RESISTANCE.
Without warning, it suddenly find itself attacked by Az. Why would she do that? LA: This is for your own good.
And it turns out that it actually was, in the end. Huh. This was for one insanely obvious reason, which was the fact that Yellow is better than Orange. Heck, even Green would suffice.
Lis Lucem (10) was pulled out of Nihilumbra, dealing whatever damage and changing it's colour to Yellow. She suddenly realised her mistake.
LA: Wait. LA: gorilla. LA: Why didn't I just use the dagger's stupid Light powers to change the colour of it's aura? GJ: <=O=< I have to say that WAS pretty stupid. LA: Hey I know that! LA: I was just trying to Help()... GJ: <=O=< So was BD. LA: How was that Help()ing? LA: Do you call Kill()ing our allies... our FRIENDS Help()ing? LA: Urgh, why are we even arguing about this now. GJ: <=O=< Heh. LA: Oh man. LA: Your laugh has become so creepy and hollow. LA: Not the laugh I remember growing up with.
It suddenly occurs to you that Az is not human. Maybe it was the way her eyes were occassionally on fire, but she clearly wasn't from Universe A or B; at least the way your or I know it. LA: Sometimes I wish I could go back. LA: Before our Knight had died, before our Thief died. GJ: <=O=< You got that staff don't you? GJ: <=O=< Bring me back to life, right now. GJ: <=O=< I'm waiting. LA: I'm sure it doesn't work that way. LA: ... LA: You were the second most unstable person in our party. GJ: <=O=< BD was worse. LA: Hence second most. LA: The only reason you're not dead yet is because of me. LA: I convinced the others to let you play. LA: I found your Trace.
Nihilumbra stares disconcertedly at whatever the City of Opportunity flings out of it's gates, otherwise just heals itself (unless of course it is Green, in which case it attacks itself).
Current Saga: Think Outside the Basement (Post-Terrapause/Post-Crypt)
Concluded Arc: The Source of All Memes (The City of Opportunity) (CONCLUDED.)
Current Arc: The Age of Explosions (Splodimus/HAVOC)
Crack The Sky: /|||\ ACTIVE Jormungandr: <|||||> The Queener: _|||||_ The Infinity Edge: {||||}
---- Chorus Mortis: (||||) ACTIVE
+1 to Redstonetam
+1 to Darkside
+1 to Pricey
Isaac [AG BOSS]: 85/150 (+4 Crystal)
Agent of the Skybreaker [AG]: 5/10 (+4 Crystal)
The Hitchhiker [AG]: 5/42 (+4 Crystal) Chorus Mortis [EOTW]: 40/40 (+4 Crystal, +1 Pricey, +1 Redstone) (FINALLY.)
((Cell Phone || Magic Mirror = Technological Mirror) && (Portable Enchantment Table && Dimensional Scissors || Sennheiser speakers = Warpset) = Warpspeaker Mirror) && (The 9-Volt (BoI pet) && Liquid Game Grumps = Game Grumps Absorber Battery) && ((Echo Flower Petals && Essence of JonTron = ECHo Flower Petals) || Advanced Technological Mirror software = ECH-OS) && Potent Smoke Majjyks = Echo Mirror (Level 25) (11/26) This is it. The item that will finally release that saccharine side of me. This also has intense illusion majjyks paired with just-as-intense smoke majjyks.
((Chlorophyte Warhammer && Chlorophyte Jackhammer && Shroomite Ingot && Every Pyro melee weapon = Chlorophyte Automatic Warhammer) && ((Horseless Headless Horsemann's Headtaker && Pwnhammer = Horseman's Breaker) && (Haunted Scrap Metal && Disempowerment Ritual && Essence of Memes = Illuminated Scrap Metal) = John Cena's Junk Crusher (Level 15) (11/16)
AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA! Yeah, I've wanted to do this for a looooooong time.
(Ankh Shield && Paladin's Shield && Shield of Cthulhu || Infinite Bag of Algiz Runes && Gnawed Leaf && The Polaroid && (Holy Mantle && Denito Surrexit = Eternal Holy Mantle) && The Wafer && Cancer && The Soul && Book of Shadows = Shield of Infinity) && (The Vile Shield || Thorns 127 Enchantment Book && Thorns Potion && Turtle Armor && Infinite Bag of Halved Black Hearts && The Negative && The Necronomicon = Shield of Retaliation) && (Glitchplate Shield || Missingno && D4 && D6 && D7 && D8 && D10 && D12 && D20 && D100 && Dead Sea Scrolls && Undefined && Blank Rune && Experimental Treatment = Shield of Mystery) && (Living Wood Shield || Yum Heart && The Body && Breakfast && Infinite Bag of Eternal Hearts && Ankh && Broken Ankh && Lazarus' Rags && Judas' Shadow && 9 Lives && 1up = Shield of Life) && (Lamborghini Shield || The Mind && Book of Secrets && Blue Map && The Compass && Treasure Map && Essence of Tai Lopez && Infinite Bag of Ansuz Runes && (The World && Blank Card = Curse of The World) = Shield of Knowledge) = Shield of the Terrarian (Level 25) (3/26)
THE ultimate Binding of Isaac-based Shield. Crystal, please give a description.
Shoulderpads ++ Determination = Pauldrons of the Barrage (Level 10) (3/11)
"These pauldrons give the wearer an immense amount of determination (and DETERMINATION). As can be expected, this allows them to cheat death with enough determination, draw power from their determination to increase attack or defense, and basically become a juggernaut that simply WILL. NOT. QUIT. (They also shield momster wearers from the body-melting effects of that much sheer determination.)"
~~Spirit Reviser~~
None so far.
~~Regular Alchemies~~
(Perfect Glitchplate Katana && Perfect Draconium Katana && Perfect Grimdark Katana) || Paintbrush && Infinite Ink Jar = Liquid Death (Level ?) (0/?)
This katana though ordinary at first glance actually has a made out of a strange silver grey liquid. The liquid is slick, similar to oil, and it hardens instantly when detached from the katana, though it takes time to create more after use. There is a paintbrush brush attached to the nonliquid end of the katana. You can pick up the brush and write for a short while.
To use in battle the user can either quickly raise and lower the brush in a fast arc, creating a scythe-like form, changing the user's current strife specibi to scythekind, or just use it like a regular katana. It is very sharp and can be used to slash though opponents with ease, though it will break after use. You can also flick the LIQUID DEATH to shoot small bullets at opponents.
~~Elemental Infuser~~
None so far.
--Assault Team (DEAD)
Yeah, at least the Assault Team got their ultimate abilities out.
--Transistor (SUMMONED!)
It's somewhere in the discussion thread. Oh yeah, here.
The Transistor Spark()s the Heralds and Splodimus.
Mardek notices a light on top of Alchemiter Hill. IT IS FINISHED.
CHARGED ALCHEMY:Musica Dominator && Muramau5 && Skybreaker && Epic Sax && My Innermost Apocalypse && 40-post charge = Chorus Mortis (1/1) (It is done.)
Chorus Mortis is one of the swords that compose the Edge of the World. It holds immense power over creation and trade. The materials not listed in the recipe above and are included in the 40-post charge are three Steam Sales, which are modified in a way that the user actually GAINS money from buying from the Shop, Head of the Keeper, which allows the user to gain money on hit, a custom Greed Gaper staff, which summons Greed Gapers to fight for you, and other BoI-related stuff.
Okay, now the transformation. This transforms you into an upgraded version of the Keeper, which regains health (which is now more than two coin hearts) by picking up money, and can fire money-related attacks, like exploding coins and lasers made out of dollar bills. This only lasts for the turn it is activated in and recharges for 4 turns.
Leafy recieves the weapon on top of Alchemiter Hill and activates the transformation, turning into the Keeper. He then fires a small loan of a million dollars condensed into a block-sized energy ball, heading towards the Herald. Damage goes to every Herald, spilling over to the EOTB if they weren't enough to tank it.
He then walks up to Mardek.
"Thank you for the new sword. But it's not reptilian enough. I'm still going to keep it as it is. Grab 1 million subs, grab Keemstar, grab your small loan, grab Brooklyn, because dis gon be gud."
---- ABILITY MODIFICATION:Lightform (Divine Godblade) -> Crack the Sky (Regrowth)
The ability requires five stacks to be applied to entities, much like Rebalance. Those stacks deal average damage to the entities they are applied to, increasing with each stack applied to a single enemy. Recharge of 3 turns.
Mardek unsheathes his new weapon, Regrowth, and then applies stacks of Crack the Sky to the Herald of Tzeentch, then stops, only to make a single sentence.
"This is going to hurt you more than it is going to hurt me."
A laser of pure condensed holy wrath smashes into the target. He then unsheathes THIS IS INCREDIBLY ZILLY in Cutlass Form, then smashes another pillar of candy down onto the target.
He then walks away from the recently quickscoped Herald, then activates the quest Home Movies.
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My inventory and project can be found here!
Charging:
RandomCharge (30/50) (+1 from Crystal's entity charge advancement)
KSP.exe (7/20) (+4 FirnenYT, +1 from Crystal's entity charge advancement )
+1 to Cyagonist, +1 to FirnenYT, +1 to Pricey
This computer is not really a combat entity- it's really just a platform I use for summoning stuff.
It has no basic attacks or anything and is only useful when it has programs running.
Current Active Programs:
Windows 7: 100/100 HP Regains 2 HP at the end of every turn. (Can only be attacked when no other programs are active. If it is destroyed, the computer stops functioning and requires a 5 turn charge to re-activate. This charge increases by 5 turns every time it is destroyed. When attacked, it takes the attack damage divided by 1000 damage..)
ObligatoryShield.exe 10/10 (Program terminates when any other program starts.) (so the computer doesn't get destroyed before I can do anything with it. While active, negates attacks that would deal under 3000 damage, and loses 1 HP for each attack that deals more than it.)
Also, I do like the 3rd charge idea. It would make the game a lot more interesting.
/null.
The main issue I could see with the charge mechanics change is that, rather than leading to the current situation (Which is going to be that the PGs are going to be very strong until the AG charges are complete, at which point they'll be annihilated by really powerful entities), it will lead to a stalemate-ish situation in that the entities will be replaced far more quickly, so, rather than simply making that change, there should be two additions:
1: Any charges that exceed the limit which started before the mechanics were changed are allowed to remain (Think of it as the "Grandfather Clause").
2: One (And only one) of the charge slots should remain able to have a limitless cap. That way, it would simply prevent people from ONLY making insanely long charges, but would still allow a single one (And also prevents people from making coordinated, very long charges to have a lot of really powerful entities at once).
/null @The Flaming Toast
I agree with not all charges being capped, but tbh, anything over 100 is a bit ridiculous, so OP things should have a charge of 100, normally OP things should have a cap of 50 (as in if @crystalcat decides that it needs a higher max charge, otherwise it has to be 50 or less)
I think we need a proper DtG manual, or maybe a video (I was thinking of making one). I get the basic idea of DtG from reading in this thread, but it would be helpful for newbs to just have one huge manual.
Also, can I advance my bunker with charges? Or my alchemies?
Can someone make an EMP shield for my bunker? I will make a healing aura thingy for inside it, using my third slot. Thanks.
Can anyone (@crystalcat@The Flaming Toast@Redstonetam15@GoldenReady ) give me a full comprehensive list of AG players? I really don't want to share my master plans with Neutrals or PG as they will begin counterbuilding. My aim is to make a discussion in the "inbox" (whatever that's called)
Hoo ba doo back doo.
Charging:
Charge (31/50)
KSP.exe (8/20)
+1 to Cyagonist, +1 to FirnenYT, +1 to Pricey
This computer is not really a combat entity- it's really just a platform I use for summoning stuff.
It has no basic attacks or anything and is only useful when it has programs running.
Current Active Programs:
Windows 7: 100/100 HP Regains 2 HP at the end of every turn. (Can only be attacked when no other programs are active. If it is destroyed, the computer stops functioning and requires a 5 turn charge to re-activate. This charge increases by 5 turns every time it is destroyed. When attacked, it takes the attack damage divided by 1000 damage..)
ObligatoryShield.exe 10/10 (Program terminates when any other program starts.) (so the computer doesn't get destroyed before I can do anything with it. While active, negates attacks that would deal under 3000 damage, and loses 1 HP for each attack that deals more than it.)
I will put my inventory and whatever else I feel like putting here.
Ok, @TMB50, the plan is definitely to have one or even two of the charge slots remain limitless. I see the logic of the Grandfather Clause, so that'll work.
Other than that, does anyone else have anything to add? Current plan is to add another slot, cap two or maybe one at 50, leave the other/s uncapped, and leave existing charges going. Of course, if anyone has two charges going beyond the cap that are grandfathered in, any other charge they make must be capped at 50.
/gmnull
This seems like a good plan. Having long charges are what make larger, more memorable events happen, with attacks and charges made with the sole intention of defeating them for there sick loot (Aetherderon, anyone?). Having just one long-charge slot is a good idea - have a total of three slots, one being limitless, one being capped at 50, and the last one could be capped lower to encourage small, meatflake entities that are there just to be there. The Grandfather Clause is also a good idea, so that excessive amount of charge and really stupid-fun plans aren't put to waste.
@FirnenYT@crystalcat : For a guy who just joined, that honestly suits my opinion perfectly and proves a pretty good awareness on the subject. I'm sure you'll fit right in in no time-but more to the point, I wholly agree, going overboard on charging is a big newbie trap. Charge caps in games where they're implemented are in the range of 50 explicitly to prevent that, and even then I wouldn't recommend going for triple digits for your first few charges. Plus, a 3rd charge slot is ALWAYS appreciated-even if the other two are capped for it. I'm all game for capping 2 charges at 50 (possibly 75) while having a 3rd remain uncapped; as it stands, the AG faction is actually getting roflstomped pretty hard because of overcharging, which is sad as they currently have a boss on the field, and by the numbers Opportunity shouldn't be doing as well as it is.
AS for an informer on DTG, Firnen, my suggestion is digest slowly. You don't need overly-complex plots/storylines to have fun with the game. A few strategic pointers: The Godmodder is effectively immune to any charge that isn't so huge it's impractical; Keep assists circulating to people aiding you, or as a default, people on your faction (AG), so you can all get your charges done faster; You have five uses of the Alchemiter that are instant, specifically with the Elemental Infuser, to kickstart alchemization, and using that is VERY simple, as it's merely object ++ element, where the object can be anything physical and not a living creature, and the element can be ANYTHING period. They'll come out as Level 10, which can spring some pretty neat attack ideas if you're out of them. Oh, final advice; one of your charges should always be an entity even if it's a meatwall, as practically that's the most useful thing you could put out as an AG right now. Seriously.
Finally, Firnen: All players are AG by default, so assume that someone is AG unless otherwise stated. As for the regulars right now, I am the only PG player right now (though I am selling off powerful Alchemies for charges so it MIGHT be worth giving me the assists if you don't feel like supporting anyone else); TwinBuilder, Sirplop, DarkSide, Generic and Toast are all N; Cyanogynist, Redstonetam, Pricey and TMB50 are all AGs. Personally I think some Ns should consider rejoining AG to help un-stick the situation righ
@TMB50 : For one, for the most part that's the standard of DTG-indeed, entities usually keep piling up over time as you've described rather than keeping limited to, like, two. It livens the game up, and for the most part as long as you aren't TOO far behind on Entities the Godmodder isn't invincible. Grandfather Clause...Honestly, I personally support any attempt to defy that trope, as you're basically wasting charge. Not joking; beyond a certain number, making more than one charge that huge is literally wasting your charges, as the potential gain from the one superentity is slowly diminished by the possible gain of (Tetrahalis as an example here) NINE. For that matter, it's not that we're dominating-oh, no, I'd describe our current situation as a stalemate that you're slowly losing, which is honestly the most boring situation to be in right now. And you have a BOSS on your side. Granted, that also seems reasonably fair on all sides, but I will say your strategy as it stands doesn't justify getting charge, to me.
@TwinBuilder: Huzzah, you return! Hopefully more permanently! Now, behold, the one thing more scary and disturbing than a eldritch pen of screwing people; losing control over yourself and going on an unconscious rampage while simultaneously coping with the fact you might actually be completely insane! After all, nothing's more scary than the guy you can't predict! Oh, also, Roxxanne unleashes concentrated armageddon in the form of a cat. Fun times!
@[insert generic username] : regarding what you're asking for, I'll happily provide, BUT you need to link me to Fseftr's inventory or something like that so I know what to trade...And what to politely ask in return.
ARENA CHALLENGES: I'm game for any fight you can pick with me, and have a variety of characters for the job. in general, Roxxanne and Zetta are my 'standard' characters, and with minor variations will otherwise fight with the same alchemies. Fredbear is also available and will have a similar loadout to the other two despite this being logically not very plausible. The REST are varying degrees of unfair, possessing insane powers that give them an edge-they're challenge fights, and henceforth you lose nothing to them if you lose. Any opponent with LCKD above their names means they are currently unavailable for fighting, while a LCKD in the win-loss-draw stats marks them as unavailable for fighting that challenge.
)-( /-\ \/ () ( , alternatively HAVOC, matches are new and special. Depending on the opponent, they're either singular or many-against-one kind of deals, depends on if beating them solo in that state is feasibly possible (or even was when they were normal). In short, these characters are basically the Unleashed variants of characters in BlazBlue, utilizing not only their strongest techniques but basically doing it in a permanent super-form (and also locking off several arena rules regarding soulkill-arena noncanon thank). This means each character brings in a bevy of new powers they DEFINITELY did not have before (or couldn't put on display as much), and in many cases this translates to an unfair matchup; ranging from supreme luck to a 3-turn instant death attack (and in the case of Event enemies these are on top of their standard passives, assuming they're not improved versions), survival is...Unlikely. That being said, because of how stupidly difficult some of these jerks are, well, beating them PAYS OFF. Some are locked due to difficulty, by the way, so you'll need to prove that you're tough enough to fight them.
Yes, there are more challengers. Also, they're not sorted in order of difficulty.
ALCHEMIES:
Simple charge trading up for grabs. I'll +1 anyone who's willing to give me +1 on a consistent trade basis.
The twisting turmoil of Psionics in the field only worsened in intensity after the appearance of Bill Cipher yet again. His previous appearance wasn't a one-and-done; no, there was something in this war that would make him stay. This was concerning; Bill's deals with Zetta had worn off and Zetta had VERY little to bargain with him on that much to renew it, doubly since there wasn't as much FUN to be had on the Pro-Godmodder side than on the Neutrals. Zetta agreed, but Zetta had a deal to make and he still had plenty of targets to sate his bloodlust on if that came up. Plus, he'd get his own soul soon enough from the Ancient Soulring.
Life was reasonably good. Bar the Psistorms making Zetta wary of applying his favorite tricks.
...Zetta almost missed the small cloaked figure walking towards the battlefield amidst the general Psistorms and other chaos. Whatever it was, it didn't look terribly pleased.
...
Sometimes, the best way to get to solve some problems with yourself is to sit down and have a chat with, well, yourself, quietly and away from all the action. Which was usually impossible. Roxxanne was more lucky in that regard; living bits of her Psyche given form to mini-hers, which she also loosely referred to as Dolls. She figured that they were fragments of her, in a way...Including not only her emotional state but also her potential, powers of hers that she's yet to fully unlock. She never really asked for the full of their abilities beforehand, of course; she was content to let their miniaturized forms hang across her waistline like a cute belt.
They were a distinctive lot: A golden, metallic Pikachu; a Vulpix in a dress, both it and said dress made up of some sparkly platinum goo; a superheroine baby made of royal blue gel; a plush Buneary with a serious heart motif; a mattress with a pillow for a head; a particuarily colorful Lilligant; a Buizel crossed with both forms of Shaymin and given a Bellossom's leaf-like 'dress;' a cute Sylveon wearing a lolita-style dress with more ribbons/feelers than usual; a golden statue of OR/AS era May; a girl of constantly changing hair, eye and dress color; a generic maid; a mannequin with sixteen arms and legs, and a constantly-changing clothing; a Gardevoir made entirely of fabric; a completely red, faceless magical girl with heart-like 'boots' ending in a sharp point, as well as four arms; a pink-haired girl with a heart-shaped diamond on her head and a tricolored pendant on her neck, also wearing some cute lolita; a Meloetta that appeared to be in both of her formes at the same time; a Celebi made entirely of shadowy particles; a Buneary also made of darkness itself; a Shiny Manaphy with four 'hairs' and more elaborate patterns on the body, as well as a four-pointed star instead of an oval for the 'jewel' on the head; a pale Riolu with Heterochemia (probably misspelled that), one eye red and one eye green; a 'Buizel' who seemed to be made of blueish/purplish crystal and kept shifting in form, usually just keeping to the form of a Buiezel; a purple Latias; a blonde girl in a blue dress; a girl who almost looked like a Zoura; a platinum-goo version of Dora with no face; a Shiny Jirachi; most recently, Dark Godcat; and finally, last mentioned but first amongst them that Roxxanne knew of, and definitely the most intriguing, a platinum statue version of herself. All of them tended to just be tiny enough that they could completely encircle Roxxanne's waistline while hugging her in her full-on Archsue 'forme', and rarely did they do anything without her direct order. They could grow to more appropriate sizes, and though they did things autonomously they had yet to breach one of her direct orders.
She didn't know what to think of any of them either, other than they were cute. Even the disturbingly faceless mannequin.
In any case, she pulled out the one doll in her backpack, the outlier-naturally, a foot-tall replica of the statue of herself, or in other words, an enlarged version of the potentially-around-an-inch tall self-statue hugging her. At this size, details were more obvious; it had no fingers nor toes, leaving its limbs as basically Powerpuff Girl Hands, while its head was disproportionately big to the body, its eyes disproportionately big to the head, and a barely-existent nose.
It hasn't been really much help at all in a direct physical sense, honestly, beyond talking to it for advice and that one time, but that one time was (in retrospect) possible on Roxxanne's own power at the time-more of a revelation of how much she carried over rather than anything new. Nevertheless, Roxxanne just stared back at 'herself' for a second, wanting a private chat. And it definitely was private-she had tucked herself far away from the chaos of the Battlefield.
A second later, the statue sprang to life, moving and talking, ignorant of the chaos in the background. "Ah, Whole! I guess you have woke me up for a chat? :3" She said, in Roxxanne's own voice. 'Whole' was what she called Roxxanne, as they were BOTH Roxxanne, so calling her 'Roxxanne' meant nothing.
"Spot on. So, I got these gifts from DarkSide, and...OK, you know, but do you know why I'm not feeling much of anything? Like, totally neutral? I feel like I should be feeling something...
A fear briefly sized her mind-sociopathy, the last thing she would want to be, the thing she had vehemently denied ever having, a proof of her sanity and therefore a measure of justification in her actions; the thought that-
"Now don't even BEGIN to think that! You're feeling fear now, right? Sociopaths have a hard time feeling-you don't!" Her chibified self said. Roxxanne was certain that it was a representation of her Hope. "I just think there's not too much to really say of it; DarkSide's been a jerk but he's made it up to you, but you're not sure if this is just another change in his mood! Maybe he'll come around to be nicer or do other stuff later, or maybe he'll just be a jerk-no use worrying about that stuff, though! :3"
Roxxanne technically couldn't really deny her own judgement call on this...Which is why its' been mostly useless beyond chats for self-confidence.
"Thanks...I guess that makes sense." Roxxanne said...
"No problem! Anything else you need to talk about? Or something more active? :3" The Doll said.
Roxxanne stopped, briefly. Rebecca's words from before bugged her mind. She wasn't really sure what they were, actually...She was honestly a little scared to find out, too. She felt as if she was doing SOMETHING with them on a very extreme level during her Trickster Mode romp, but before she could, she regained sanity.
"I guess you're kind of scared of what you really are inside? :3" The Doll said, obviously reading her mind because she WAS, in part, her mind.
Roxxanne could only nod in response.
"Well then, it's not gonna be of much use until you dive right in and experience it, methinks! After all, even I know it's kind of scary to realize everything of what you are...Though, you can't really get IT back until you do. Oh, but don't worry, I'll still be here-we all will! :3" The Doll responded. "That being said, as I just said, being scared about it's not gonna get you anywhere...So hows about only a bit of it? Dark Godcat's new-I don't know what she represents, though, but I think it might have to do with, well, the ORIGINAL Dark Godcat! So maybe thinking of her plights would help shed a bit of insight?"
That...that was honestly an idea. She'd have control over herself-she wasn't in Trickster mode or anything like that...She wouldn't even be using any weird powers. Yeah! That would work.
"That's actually a pretty good idea! I guess. I mean, I had to eat the Brain...The memories can't be too far behind." Roxxanne said. "Would only take some Blood Majjyks and some Psionics to get the memories back to get an insight...Maybe I'll get a tell that'll get a bit of shine on the situation?
"My thoughts exactly!" The Doll said.
...Roxxanne was suddenly reminded that, yes, this was technically a part of her thoughts.
"...Does it ever strike you that this might be a form of insanity?" Roxxanne asked.
"Only as much as it strikes you, but I personally think this is a special case! Most people don't have their own thoughts talk back to them! :3" The Doll responded. "In any case, I'll leave you to it! :3"
The Doll flew back into her sack, and resumed her facade of being very much an inert thing.
Roxxanne herself, meanwhile, poked the Dark-Godcat miniature hugging her waist. At once, a blob of black and red formed and slipped right off of the main, rising to meet Roxxanne at face level and forming itself into the fully-sized version of Dark Godcat. Smiling a Cat smile and staring back with glowing red eyes, it hovered there, almost featureless beyond the red. It looked like something a witch would own for a familiar-a witch with taste, mind.
Roxxanne methodically reached out to Dark Godcat's head with an open palm-explicitly her own palm in the many palms inspired by other things, charging up blood majjyks and readying a Psionic intrusion, hoping to gain insight. Like Psychonaucy, only weirder than usual. Time seemed to slow in the intermittent, the reach being slow and painful, Roxxanne interanlly hesitating but moving forward, disregarding the doubt, until she felt skin touching fur-covered skin.
...
They failed.
A world alive and bountiful, set up to simultaneously allow Her children to thrive and give them ample challenge. They squandered it thoughtlessly, letting the things s
She made to be slaves to them become the true power, while they lazily hanged from above. She would have taught them wisdom, strength, grace, and many other virtues, but their sloth as a whole let them become tied to their slaves and thus doomed them.
She had not taken action of this problem even as She knew it was mounting, opting to silently judge until the final task had been completed, the destruction of Akron. Or, 'destruction,' as recreating him for the next cycle was but a snap of the digits. Imagine Her surprise, Her disgrace, Her rage, when She learned that the thing She made as the ultimate test of everything the Cats were intended to be was passed...By the intended slave race. The ones supposed to be lazy and intentionally flawed were better heirs than the things She had intended to honestly be heirs! Her abilities did not include farsight, to be sure, but She had made a system wherein such an idea would be hilarious at best. Her belief was that, at the very least they would try and fail against Akron, but they didn't even TRY. Sending in the Furless ones to do the dirty work was an insult to themselves and Her; and more insulting, the Furless ones, intended to be everything the cats couldn't have been succeeded, showcasing every virtue that Her chosen had saw fit to ignore.
It HAD crossed Her mind that this meant that the 'humans' as they called themselves (you were assured it was a general memetic about similar speech patterns cluttering the thoughtways-you had indeed copied the form of a species you knew to be successful as part of the challenges) were the proper heirs, as they were also Her creations. However, for their prowess they did not rebel against Her chosen, the overlords of their society in every manner, and every rebellion was quashed by their technology. But truly such advanced items alone would never truly express anything, and many had been made by their hands, some self-suppression of sorts. They were recent in comparison to Her chosen, the Cats, and they had it no easier than the Furless ones had. They were not worthy-neither of them were. Her chosen were not flawless, but what kind of mother would expect perfection of Her children? They had failed Her before, and She had made sure they understood the consequence of their failures before; to be set back and to begin amongst the wilderness from whatever civilization they made. And She had done this before, nine times, occasionally tweaking the world's inhabitants should they prove unreasonably challenging, or in general, making sure they would be worthy heirs. But this, this was worthy of a more INTENSE point.
A more blunt queen (or for the uninformed, a female cat possessing Her abilities of birth) would have used rather uncouth language at the sight of it, but Her wrath would not be expressed in such forms. As a mother, She had two jobs-being both a guiding, nourishing paw, and at the same time a crushing, punishing paw, letting forth the former to aid the Cats subtly, giving them the gifts they needed to trump adversity without actually doing it for them-but the latter hand, that was for punishment, to destroy hubris, to counteract wrath, and to take away the gifts of Hers should they find themselves displeasing. And it was this hand that would come down tonight, starting at the capital of the Cat civilization. The Light was given, and wasted; the Dark was here to snuff it out and remind the Cats, sharper than ever, why they would not languish in sloth and lounge around.
She was not, contrary to popular belief, so isolated from the rest of the world. She had walked among them and saw their struggles, triumphs and ultimately their downfall firsthand, and to them even lent a paw on a rare occasion, appearing to be nothing more than the common cat-either white or black in color as the needs provided, but almost always cloaked simply. She had gone unnoticed amongst the population for a long time despite Her distinct, if simple appearance, having never revealed Herself directly nor acting too much at once, and occasionally taking in the few who proved themselves particularly worthy early to be part of her Worthy. Stories were relentless on speaking of it, of course, but very few, if any, were true. As such, until the moment of reckoning-until She reached the point where Her proper destruction could begin-She simply traveled to every spot on Her world. Today, She traveled with a caravan of the poor, taking the darker personae. These cats, the ones She traveled with, were perhaps the exceptions of Her holy wrath thus far; Her gifts did not touch every Cat, and truly it would be unfair to judge those of merit who could not even be said to be able to use the gifts of hers, languishing in the slums. They would still be stripped of many gifts, but would be spared the worst of their wrath. The few animals traveling with them, two pack mules and nothing more, were Psionically informed to scatter to the winds and flee the city as soon as they got close enough and the knots that bid them were untied by Her power-the Cats following would give chase to contain them, sparing their lives.
The city was in sight-from the dusty woodland trail, the comparison was a clash, a tower of crystal and glass spiraling almost to space, so bright that the many stars above were blotted out by the light alone, dimming even the moon with its obnoxious glare, almost all of it advertising some sort of gluttonous item, as if the Cats could not become even MORE lazy than they were! The walls were laid high-the city knew turmoil before, in its earlier days when She had HOPE that the Cats would finally become worthy, now merely kept as an icon of safety and some kind of attraction for the curious to dawdle about at and take photographs. She saw it as little more than decadence given form now. Every pawstep incited within Her a greater, greater rage, but She kept a composure neutral and collected. This was Her task, in the end-She was not here to commit atrocity but to obliterate the atrocity, and leave in every Cat's mind, sharp and powerful, the cost of ignorance, sloth, greed, laziness, pride.
The cats traveling with Her, close to the city borders, found a few poles to tie the mules to, as She simply stared at the city's walls. A Kit, barley two months (roughly equivalent to the age of four or five in human years) walked up to Her slowly, marveling at the atrocity before Her.
"It's so huge and amazing, right?" He said, so unaware, blissful in the haze of Kithood.
"It's huge and amazing, indeed." She said, softly to the kit, rubbing his head softly. Huge and amazing, the endless sin going on within the halls within, practically boundless. It was sad; the worst part was that it was subtle, and not only subtle but encouraged, marveled at, indeed even worshiped, called proper-it even inflicted the mind of this little Kit! Few would admit that they HAD been so egregiously at fault, but the laziness, the uselessness of their actions...Today it ended.
The Kit spoke up again, as the older Cats had finished tying the knots; "I bet it'll be-"and with that, the Cats had jointly looked away to deal with the guards and get within. At once, the knots snapped-Her work, a subtle application-and the mules bolted as per Her orders, determined to get as far away as possible from the sight of reckoning. The cats, as predicted, ran off.
She of course didn't look at him, but She knew the Kit looked back, seeing Her take off Her hood, not understanding who She really was. She, now alone, walked to the Gate. The guards, of course, as per their routine, stopped Her, intending for such things as identification. She would, of course, identify, as Dark Godcat, the Destructor.
"Excuse me, madm, but I'm afraid-"
Time was up.
"You should be." She said.
A flick of Her wrist, a paw stretched eastward-and with that, the reckoning began, as the earth around the city heaved eastward with Her paw. The guards sprayed the glorious red that inspired Her aura to take a similar color. The city was sent flying, the skyscrapers breaking, the lights dying, making a full rotation before righting itself on its foundations, skidding along. At this point, Her role was not to care of the living-for these next few moments, Her goal was to kill and horrify, to be the karma when all other karmas could not reach them.
Her eyes gleamed a powerful red as she saw the city stop, and Her other paw flicked upwards as She began Her slow walk to it. The city was thrown skybound, the earth again rejecting the decadence made incarnate, spinning further. Cats and the Furless ones spilled out by the dozens, doomed to fall down-but not to the earth. Below, the Earth gave way to a pit of Her own machinations, an unfathomably deep cavern of fires, poisons, toxins, darkness-the most inhospitable, torturous place to ever be, if they ever survived it-a trap. Hell, it was called by some-the domain where Akron once rested. It would be their limbs, bodies, broken and tortured, that would eventually reform the thing as the ultimate challenge against all of Her chosen-few remembered it was more than just a threatening-looking monstrosity but the sum total of their ancestors given flesh, bone, and hate.
Finally the city stopped flailiing about in the sky and returned to earth, a plateau ensuring that the whole city did not fall, landing right in front of her. She heard even from hear-worry, screams, panic, death, tears. She had done a great deal with Her two opening attacks, but worse would be dealt today-or at least, more imposing.
"Cats, Furless ones, hear me now! I am Godcat, your great Queen, and for the tenth time in a row you have failed me!"
A step forwards-very far forwards, right into the city itself. Many died, but thanks to the innovations they had made, many survived. Stasis fields and such other nonsense that would ultimately not stop Her. The city's defense, a mix of Robots, Furless ones and actual Cats, were quick to mobilize, at least, aiming the puny miniaturized railguns meant for these. A few faltered, recognizing Her visage and voice, and laid down arms to beg for a mercy they would not get. The rest opened fire immediately. however, Her very form shifted, as a shadow, as if She wasn't even physical at all, an intangible, invincible being. The few shots that did touch Her did not harm Her-the very world, every particulate, bowed to Her will, and even if it did not, they would not win regardless. She was too strong for them-She could quite frankly grow to the size of the solar system and inhale them like dust if She so desired. She had no curiosity about their potential victory-maybe Her curiosity would be piqued by, say, someone seeking Her out on Her own initiative. But this wasn't it.
After a 'game' of shooting Her to no effect, She cut to the chase. Her digits snapped together, an audible click destroying what glass or other brittle thing was nearby, including the many bones of the beings before Her. Unable to stand, they fell to Her, as glass continued to rain down from above, killing them by their own designs. Above, the sky turned blood red, the moon above hiding behind clouds of flesh, and a black liquid staining the city. Surrounding it now, a endless mass of flesh and bone, weaving about, rending anything foolish enough to leave and adding to its mass. None within would find solace from Her punishment, beyond the lucky lot She traveled with, who were probably miles away from it all. The mass beneath began to generate a fog of black, one that would slowly devour the remnants of the city, encircling it, removing it.
A floruish of Her paw to the left-a city block turned into a spherical supernova. A flick of a wrist to the right, and another block dissolved in a torrent of acid. A glimpse at some advertisement-already warped to be crying black blood-now spawned an abomination, a bone-made and horrifically warped titan, whom began slaughtering the rest. A corpse-a sudden pawn, springing to life with more vigor than it ever had before; a step, an earthquake; Her gaze, fear.
"This failure, however, surmounts all other failures before! This failure, you have proven yourselves SO steeped in sin and ignorance that you have dared to belay the slaying of Akron to slaves! And you slaves are no more innocent, for if that beast would die to you, why not your so-acclaimed superiors? Atrocity to let yourselves slip so far!"
Civilians scrambled-the sky itself was now determined to crush what little remained of the above, corralled into the very heart of the city-what survived the journey there would not die. Statues spring to life with intent to kill, slaughtering any who did not run; spells deemed apocalyptic in power by the greatest mages of their civilization roared to life and impeded against every corner of the capital; darkness itself sprang to life, no longer bound by shadow, and consumed those seeking refuge from Her judgement, trailing behind Her, surrounding the city and consuming it totally. She would not falter.
She did, however, briefly stop, and turn-for someone actually managed to hit Her at Her side in Her walk, some desperate-looking Tomcat, not doing it out of rage or any sort of justice but because he felt he had no other option. Godcat looked at Her, and saw within him nothing different than any other-nothing to mark him as more or less horrid than everything else in this city-She gripped him by the neck and threw him into the running crowd, Her claws seeping a mutagen that would give him at least some rebirth as a challenge himself; his form twisted, a grin stretched, his flesh and fur ripped and tore itself to create blades of flesh and bone, and what was once a Cat was now one of Her Challenges for Cats; She could not let that burst of bravery go unrewarded, but She could not let his general decadence leave him unpunished, so to be that was his fate, to be a servant to Her. Naturally, he began to devour his former kin, rushing in with open arms, latching onto any and all with tentacles, and merrily stuffing himself, his gluttony as a beast a reflection of THEIR gluttony as an empire
The rest gathered, finally entrapped-the darkness encircling around the city square. Dark Godcat ceased to walk, opting to float above them, but still approaching until they could understand nothing else but Her. Nature around Her withered and died, and behind Her, Her ultimate herald, the Destructor, created from the death that did not spawn the Challenges or become part of Akron in leaving the city; The golem stared at the lot of them, and all knew that it was the end. No-one would dare touch Her now. She continued approaching, however, until She was all they would look at.
"Your brethren died in scores today, untold numbers, because of a horrid decadence, a bevy of sin, a whole city dedicated to NOTHINGNESS! Such insults I have taken lighter beforehand, but now I see that you lot need a sharper reminder of the failures of sloth, glutton, greed, pride...And you need it now!"
Outcry, nevertheless. Injustice, fear, worry. All things that She would ignore, as they had ignored Her call to be greater.
She looked among the masses and picked out the elderly, those too old to work or walk, those that would not fit in the new society-a touch was administered, and at once they died, turning to ash. There was pain-screaming, agony, her shame and rage stripping them of all calm they may have had, and no others amongst them
As for the rest, she beckoned forth the Destructor. "I have taken away before-I have left your ancestors with nothing more than their bodies and the land! But now, I see you're not even worthy of THAT!" The Destructor's tentacles, ending in a bone-made blade, edged forwards, innumerable in number. "If you will not raise a digit to do your duties as a society, I see no reason for you to have digits at all!" She said, as the Destructor's blades came forward. Her punishment; these cats would forever be lacking in their arms and legs, using only their tail and strength of body to maneuver. She raised her paw up, and the Destructor raised up, ready to begin the harvest-
SMAAAASH!!!
Roxxanne felt like a wall just smashed into her backside. Ow ow ow ow ow!
"Roxxanne!" roared what was undoubtedly Rebecca. Roxxanne realized what happened pretty quickly: She decided to smash her with a Polehammer right against the back. That might as well have been a high-speed wall.
Roxxanne was just rubbing her head after all of that. "Owch! Bluuuh...What was-"
Roxxanne did a MASSIVE double-take.
First off, it looked like the apocalypse decided that, YES, today was the day. She felt a power within her die down-a usage of Akron's Core, she felt, a use of presumably Firestorm fade away from the last-and indeed, the field in front of her, and 3 entities she recognized as the Transistor, the Armored Void Blimp and Nihilumbra, very much on-fire, and all three were looking as terrified as it got, if even alive (and this is after the Transistor was attacked by Bill's Pen, meaning, after it had been deprived of virginity by an eldritch abomination composed entirely of ink, so to speak). The earth around them was basically torn to shreds, with the occasional fleshy/boney bit sticking out, as if some monster came up to devour them. Acid had been sprayed everywhere. The previously close-to-ground level battlefield had been worn to the pits again, but this time even the recklessly suicidal mobs populating this area were all just straight-up dead, barring a few giant red crystals floating around her for some reason. Adding to the corpses surrounding this scene were giant, monstrous THINGS that made the usual demons of this level of Terraria look tame by comparison, grotesque creatures rivaling the Wall of Flesh in terms of sheer body horror. The area was gradually getting brighter, as well, as if some darkness was receding from the area.
She then recalled exactly what she had been doing before-that is to say, very high intensity RP as Dark Godcat blowing up a civilization in an attempt to figure out what her deal was. She concluded that Dark Godcat being eaten was perhaps its own form of Karma, and Roxxanne was happy Mrs. Beech got what was coming to her.
She then looked at herself. Of course, she decided to take Dark Godcat's form directly after all of that, and judging by her bloodied fur, she had been in some action. VERY close action.
The best description of what happened as far as she could pick up? Her high-intensity RP doubled as high-intensity sleepwalking, sleeptalking, and sleepmurdering, taking the entities and imagining them as the very city Dark Godcat laid siege to, casting her judgement, or something. She honestly didn't GET those figures, they sounded so pompous and callous. Then again, Dark Godcat had been acting like they were literally her Kits-err, kids...Obviously Roxxanne was the cause of most of that A-grade obliteration, tapping into Dark Godcat's (and apparently Akron's) insane powers.
Roxxanne felt a nasty chill down her spine-not because of what she did. Oh no. She didn't feel remotely guilty about subjecting them to whatever THAT was, they were enemies, though the thought of accidentally waltzing into Opportunity did cross her mind as a reason to never do this again. They were enemies and were currently running away, and she really didn't care for them. No, that was disturbingly common in these wars. But worse, she had loosely replicated the feat that obliterated a civilization beforehand upon them, and yet, some of them were STILL ALIVE, even reasonably well. If she took the events as a loose recreation of what happened in the present, she flung the earth right up in death flings, set a city block's worth of land on fire in a massive explosion (probably the Firestorm use of Akron's core), took another city block's worth of ground and literally converted it all to death acid, temporarily necro'd up a horde of skeletons and warped some NASTY creatures into existence to further dog them, while darkness enveloped most of the area and ate whatever non-natural structures existed, and all the while it rained some dark substance, the sky seemed determined to crush everything, apocalyptic-level spells tossed around like child's play, and presumably much worse. They somehow managed to stand up to THAT to the point of at least being recognizable as having ONCE being those entities (if not actually still alive).
Beyond that, she also realized exactly how bad this war got, no, how bad her whole WORLD got-what she had taken for granted had how been reinforced. Powers deemed apocalyptic by common folk were being tossed around semi-regularly. She made a particular show of it, but there had been MUCH worse tossed into this war-the duo of Godcats (which apparently were just separate aspects of the same thing?) were hardly the worst, especially since Roxxanne managed to ultimately devour one. And that wasn't even noteworthy-nobody commented on that. You could take it for granted when you haven't really seen what those powers could do to the Mundanes or the Muggles, so to speak; however, knowing she only went SOMEWHAT out of her way to do all of that, if even, and previously what could be called a weaker version of Dark Godcat did that nigh-literally effortlessly...
...Well, put things into perspective, no?
That was horrifying in a whole new way. She was wondering what could ever POSSIBLY win against any of these lunatics without like the cheatiest powers imaginable. Or something. Like, moving at lightspeed. Wait, no-that would mean they'd have to null everyone else's ultra-speed travel as well. OK that would actually be pretty hard to imagine, but the point stood; this was bad. And who was the Godmodder, to lord over everyone so effectively?...Didn't stop anyone from being jerks, I mean. She was still pretty solid on being a Pro-Godmodder right now.
She also kind of freaked out that she somehow managed to devour something that could pull the Intangible Man stunt, among other things, but hey, surprise plus ignorance apparently equals achievement, contrary to Dark Godcats view on that. Irony? She didn't know.
"Roxxanne, what were you doing? Like, what was actually going through your head?" Rebeccca said, approaching sternly, kneeling over her. Being in the form of a tiny cat, she looked thrice as big and imposing as before, and Rebecca barely needed to be taller than her to already look like a titaness. "You were yelling something in some kind of catspeak and blowing everything up-lucky I was here as you probably would have obliterated Aetheria had that allowed to continue!" Rebecca said. "What happened?!"
"Long story!" Roxxanne said, simply unaware on how to start out any of that off. "...I have no idea where to start either." she added, admitting as much.
"<Perhaps next time we should pick a more...Cuddly, friendly one?>" said the Doll, telepathically.
"<No duh, me, no duh...>"
To recap: Transistor, Nihilumbra, and the Armored Void Blimp have been nailed by Akron's Core AND the insane rage of Roxxanne mid Intense RP as a death goddess mode.
/null @GoldenReady
Thanks, I'll try to take it a little slower. Thanks for the list and glad you agree with me.
Some neutrals really should join AG again. Anyway, I will get to making the discussion now
Ready for next turn:
-=Charges=-
Alpha Ant Creator Machine: 6/6 +1 from sirplop, +1 from crystalcat's update, +1 from Teag2 +1 from redstonetam, +1 from turn
-=Actions=-
I realise EMPs are terrible at this point in time. I scrap it because it will never be finished. Let Operation ANT begin. (More on that later). I finish sprinting to the east with my shield, having successfully travelled over a thousand kilometres (I spent the past --- days running east)
-=Alchemies=-
Pale Green Cloth && Spare Set of Teeth = Apprentice Cultist Robes 3/? (Level --)
Mating Call Noise Database && Hyper Sonnos Hair && Snapped Warhorn && Pocket Transdimensional Portal = Hyper Sonnos Summoning Horn 2/6 (decided to double it for OPness reasons), no need for level
-=Summons=-
None atm
-=Constructions In Progress=-
Handheld Pocket Portal Opener Remote: 2/5
-=Charges to Others=-
+1 to teag2, +1 to Redstonetam, +1 to TMB50
Current Saga: Think Outside the Basement (Post-Terrapause/Post-Crypt)
Current Arc: The Age of Explosions (Splodimus/HAVOC)
Crack The Sky: /|||\ Jormungandr: <|||||> The Queener: _|||||_ The Infinity Edge: {||||}
---- Chorus Mortis: (||||)
+1 to Redstonetam
+1 to Darkside
+1 to Pricey
Isaac [AG BOSS]: 86/150
Agent of the Skybreaker [AG]: 7/10 (+1 Teag)
The Hitchhiker [AG]: 6/42
((Cell Phone || Magic Mirror = Technological Mirror) && (Portable Enchantment Table && Dimensional Scissors || Sennheiser speakers = Warpset) = Warpspeaker Mirror) && (The 9-Volt (BoI pet) && Liquid Game Grumps = Game Grumps Absorber Battery) && ((Echo Flower Petals && Essence of JonTron = ECHo Flower Petals) || Advanced Technological Mirror software = ECH-OS) && Potent Smoke Majjyks = Echo Mirror (Level 25) (12/26) This is it. The item that will finally release that saccharine side of me. This also has intense illusion majjyks paired with just-as-intense smoke majjyks.
((Chlorophyte Warhammer && Chlorophyte Jackhammer && Shroomite Ingot && Every Pyro melee weapon = Chlorophyte Automatic Warhammer) && ((Horseless Headless Horsemann's Headtaker && Pwnhammer = Horseman's Breaker) && (Haunted Scrap Metal && Disempowerment Ritual && Essence of Memes = Illuminated Scrap Metal) = John Cena's Junk Crusher (Level 15) (12/16)
AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA! Yeah, I've wanted to do this for a looooooong time.
(Ankh Shield && Paladin's Shield && Shield of Cthulhu || Infinite Bag of Algiz Runes && Gnawed Leaf && The Polaroid && (Holy Mantle && Denito Surrexit = Eternal Holy Mantle) && The Wafer && Cancer && The Soul && Book of Shadows = Shield of Infinity) && (The Vile Shield || Thorns 127 Enchantment Book && Thorns Potion && Turtle Armor && Infinite Bag of Halved Black Hearts && The Negative && The Necronomicon = Shield of Retaliation) && (Glitchplate Shield || Missingno && D4 && D6 && D7 && D8 && D10 && D12 && D20 && D100 && Dead Sea Scrolls && Undefined && Blank Rune && Experimental Treatment = Shield of Mystery) && (Living Wood Shield || Yum Heart && The Body && Breakfast && Infinite Bag of Eternal Hearts && Ankh && Broken Ankh && Lazarus' Rags && Judas' Shadow && 9 Lives && 1up = Shield of Life) && (Lamborghini Shield || The Mind && Book of Secrets && Blue Map && The Compass && Treasure Map && Essence of Tai Lopez && Infinite Bag of Ansuz Runes && (The World && Blank Card = Curse of The World) = Shield of Knowledge) = Shield of the Terrarian (Level 25) (4/26)
THE ultimate Binding of Isaac-based Shield. Crystal, please give a description.
Shoulderpads ++ Determination = Pauldrons of the Barrage (Level 10) (4/11)
"These pauldrons give the wearer an immense amount of determination (and DETERMINATION). As can be expected, this allows them to cheat death with enough determination, draw power from their determination to increase attack or defense, and basically become a juggernaut that simply WILL. NOT. QUIT. (They also shield momster wearers from the body-melting effects of that much sheer determination.)"
~~Spirit Reviser~~
None so far.
~~Regular Alchemies~~
(Perfect Glitchplate Katana && Perfect Draconium Katana && Perfect Grimdark Katana) || Paintbrush && Infinite Ink Jar = Liquid Death (Level ?) (0/?)
This katana though ordinary at first glance actually has a made out of a strange silver grey liquid. The liquid is slick, similar to oil, and it hardens instantly when detached from the katana, though it takes time to create more after use. There is a paintbrush brush attached to the nonliquid end of the katana. You can pick up the brush and write for a short while.
To use in battle the user can either quickly raise and lower the brush in a fast arc, creating a scythe-like form, changing the user's current strife specibi to scythekind, or just use it like a regular katana. It is very sharp and can be used to slash though opponents with ease, though it will break after use. You can also flick the LIQUID DEATH to shoot small bullets at opponents.
~~Elemental Infuser~~
None so far.
--Assault Team (DEAD)
Yeah, at least the Assault Team got their ultimate abilities out.
--Transistor (SUMMONED!)
It's somewhere in the discussion thread. Oh yeah, here.
Mardek slashes Regrowth at the Inverse Attendant with intent of harm, technically healing it.
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My inventory and project can be found here!
@Nicklamgamer You don't choose the level for alchemies (you just write the recipe and maybe the name of the result alchemy if you feel brave; the GM chooses the level). The alchemies charges a level+1 (so a Level 2 alchemy has a 3-post charge; a level 9 alchemy has a 10-post charge and vice-versa). Alchemies require you to combine things to create new things (it can really be anything)! So get creative! Combine anything your heart desires, rather than being limited to the realms of Terraria weapons! The more original and creative, the better!
'/null' is only for posts that aren't meant to be regarded. So for nullposts, you don't increase alchemy charges. These posts are purely for discussion/response, so do not add these to posts you want the GM (crystalcat) to count. So yeah.
Please read, it will only help!
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@FirnenYT While I don't think it should be capped for all charges, you are right about some charge-lengths being insane. I myself am guilty of this, so I'll probably reduce Hot Al to something more reasonable, like 30.
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@nobodyinparticularbutmaybe @crystalcat and @GoldenReady I was considering make one big DTG manual, split into specific sections for relevant info. That way people can just be referred to the section that applies to them. So if someone is having trouble understanding how charges work, there'll be an easy-to-read section that identifies the basics. People wouldn't need to read the entire thing, just the things that they might be a bit rusty on. Possibly not worth it, since 2 out of 3 people ignore my advice entirely.
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|| Charges ||
Bard. 12/70 (+1 compensation) Bwaaaaaah~!
Consecration 8/20 (+1 compensation) Equality for all!
~Hot Al 0/30 Confirmed to be the owner of Hand of the Archlich.
+1 to DarkSide, GoldenReady and Sirplop as per usual.
|| Alchemy || Thunderstruck Staff || ? (Yes, a question mark) && Zeus's Thunderbolt = Wat(t) - (Level 15 - 16/16) (+1 goldenready)
Skaian Flag || Molten Core of the Earth && Blessed Stones && Crystals Pouch (10) = Herald of the Earth (Level 20 - 17/21)
Preston Moyle && Evasive Energies && Transistor= Jaunt() (Function) (Level 5 - 4/6)
||Orders and Actions ||
Nihilumbra stares onwards, not really in the mood for fighting.
Without warning, it suddenly find itself attacked by Az. Why would she do that? LA: This is for your own good.
And it turns out that it actually was, in the end. Huh. This was for one insanely obvious reason, which was the fact that Yellow is better than Orange. Heck, even Green would suffice.
Lis Lucem (10) was pulled out of Nihilumbra, dealing whatever damage and changing it's colour to Yellow. She suddenly realised her mistake.
LA: Wait. LA: gorilla. LA: Why didn't I just use the dagger's stupid Light powers to change the colour of it's aura? GJ: <=O=< I have to say that WAS pretty stupid. LA: Hey I know that! LA: I was just trying to Help()... GJ: <=O=< So was BD. LA: How was that Help()ing? LA: Do you call Kill()ing our allies... our FRIENDS Help()ing? LA: Urgh, why are we even arguing about this now. GJ: <=O=< Heh. LA: Oh man. LA: Your laugh has become so creepy and hollow. LA: Not the laugh I remember growing up with.
It suddenly occurs to you that Az is not human. Maybe it was the way her eyes were occassionally on fire, but she clearly wasn't from Universe A or B; at least the way your or I know it. LA: Sometimes I wish I could go back. LA: Before our Knight had died, before our Thief died. GJ: <=O=< You got that staff don't you? GJ: <=O=< Bring me back to life, right now. GJ: <=O=< I'm waiting. LA: I'm sure it doesn't work that way. LA: ... LA: You were the second most unstable person in our party. GJ: <=O=< BD was worse. LA: Hence second most. LA: The only reason you're not dead yet is because of me. LA: I convinced the others to let you play. LA: I found your Trace.
Az takes out her frustrations of Ita's passive-aggresive behaviour on the Herald of Tseenezzeth?. Once, twice... no... three times, blasts of perfecly balanced energy from the Divine Godblade (20) (not to be confused with the Diving Dogblade) were fired at the Chaos god's incarnation. They were so balanced that it might make a less stoic entity weep.
Yeah I'm kinda done for today.
Nihilumbra stares disconcertedly at whatever the City of Opportunity flings out of it's gates, otherwise just heals itself (unless of course it is Green, in which case it attacks itself).
Basic Tome && Old Spellbook && Alchemist's Tome = Magic for Amateurs 4/6
Sabre && Rapier = Laser Rapier 4/6
Top Hat && Monocle && Mustache = Fancy Chap Set 1/???
Today's Headline:
I'm back after some painful GMing of my MC Forums Game!
+1 to Cyanogynist +1 to Faressain & +1 to Fire Cultist Dude
Wilfre 92/100 (+4 total from Fire Cultist and Cyan)
You Can't See Me 30/50
@GoldenReady The Godmodder, well, turned the world 3D. Also, the Godmodder is not Richard.
I use the Uber Wrench (Spoil of War) to build 1 Level 3 Turret and shoot 'Splodimus.
I/We are sending out the TPP Streamer 139/200 +1 from Crystal and Redstone, +2 from Cyan, +5 Teag Making Painis Cupcake 79/85 +1 from Crystal Establishing Project Storm II 8/300 (On Delay)
AK-47 && Flare Gun && Empowered Blue Gem && Project Storm Camo Paint II Rocket Launcher = Storm Firey Bullet Blaster 26/26! (This is the first weapon in the Storm line also the Storm line is weaker than the Supernova line) Will be used by my Blue Persona
Description for the Storm Firey Bullet Blaster: This Blaster is consisted of firing napalm-powered explosive bullets while this is made specially for Project Storm (my Imaginary group for almost any forum game I live in (Mostly controlling against the population of [PG] enemies with their weaponry and armory they made)) Has the 20% chance of Burning or 5% chance of Napalming (Stronger version of Burning) the targets with this weapon because it's ammo is made of explosive and napalm powered.
Thunder Crystal && Shadow Gem && MOAR Rune Samples && Light Gem && Damage Buffer && Defense Buffer && PURE MLG ESSENCE && Evasiveness Crystal && Plus Crystal II Undercharged Runepaw's Gauntlet = Fully-charged Runepaw's Gauntlet 22/26 (Level 25+ due to the Plus Crystal, Holds loads of Runes and will create many New Runes) Will be used by my Blue Persona
Dragon Shotgun && Napalm Cannon && Uzi Gun && Plasma Ball && Flamethrower && Android Tablet && Power Gem = BSU Blaster 6/26 (Can Burn Stuff Up with this Badass Flameblaster) Will be used by my Red Persona
Current Saga:Lets Get Dangerous Once Again Part 2: CoR Loves You! Current Arc: Isn't This Such a Utopia?!
Attack/Action: Shared by 3 Personas
Persona's Actions:
Blue tests out the sexy new blaster (Storm Firey Bullet Blaster) at 'Splodimus and he uses the Sword of Git Gud at him (*hitmarker sounds*) because he is a really big mama gorilla.
Red does know what the what he's doing and he goes off watching a stupid film in Opportunity.
Green uses the SDWI Glasses at the EOTB if it's still isnt got gud.
+1 to Redstone, +1 to teag, +1 to Cyan
Support me if you want.
Alchemies:
Inventory: Shared by 3 Personas
Blue's Inventory:
Sword of Git Gud (Known as SoGG) [Level 25] Charge: THE MINI RECKONING IIIIIII (0/7) (You must use the Weapon 7 times to activate this charge)
-=Charges Ţ͡h̶̨e̡͜ ̵Eņ͢͝d̛͢le͜͞҉s͟s̶͏ ͠͏O͘҉͜ne͏ (177/300) +4 from Comp +1 from Toast, +1 from Firnen
Wolf Among Sheep (12/20) +4 from Comp, +2 from Toast
-=Summons
None.
-=Actions
The Inverse Attendant pays veeery close attention to that Akron-feller's core going KABLAM-O-BLAM at the Transistor.
The Pathrazer, seeing the carnage it is creating, continues its rampage through the PG ranks.
The Dust Elemental settles for picking off the stragglers the Pathrazer leaves in its wake.
(I haven't seen my actions be so choc-full of my entities since the days of Master Jon)
I pick up a rock, and spatially juggle it around my fingers with Everfree. It zips off after a few rotations, and smacks one of those Heralds (not the Khorne guy, of course) in the head.
This is what happens when you get lazy with your attacks. Spatial Staves make things so easy.
-=Alchemies Immortal Soul of the Dying Sun && Core Eva && Core Oran && Core Titan == Dawn (Lvl. 30 - 25/31) +4 from Comp
Artificial Guardian Reconstruction (7/8)
-- Artificial Guardian
When the Artificial Guardian dies, it becomes an unaidable 6 charge alchemy to be made into an entity again. Minimum of 2 turns out of the battlefield before reentry. Immune to mind control, cannot be controlled by anyone but me, and permanently N. "I created him for a purpose; He will fight for me alone." ++Equipment Upgrade - Increases health to 95000, multiplies attack by x1.5, and increases the return time to 8.
-- Dust Elemental
Whenever the Dust Elemental attacks, a random entity on the side it is attacking loses its attack this turn. (Godmodder Included.)
-- Inverse Attendant
All damage dealt to Inverse Attendant is instead converted to HP capable of overhealing. All HP gained that is not gained through damage causes Inverse Attendant to take damage instead.
Lifesend: Target entity gains X HP and Inverse Attendant loses X HP, where X can be any number that has been overhealed. Cooldown 3. When summoned, this ability does not need to cooldown. "All was different there - not one thing the same."
-- Endless Pathrazer
Endless Pathrazer attacks three times per turn.
Takes x.75 damage, deals 1.25x damage. "Whether by speech or force, the path will be clear."
Keeping these around in case of resurrection... Heheh...
-- Aetherderon, God of the Worlds Polyp Swarm: Causes polyps to leap off of Aetherderon and attack 3 target entities. If they fail to attack their target, they will find a new one. Great Call: Deals large amounts of damage to target entity. Starstrike: Calls a star down from the sky to annihilate a target entity and anything that happens to be around it. Stare of Immortality: Causes the afflicted entity's next attack to fail. Dead yet Dreaming: Aetherderon will 'kill' himself, and return in 4 rounds at half his max health and free of effects (positive and negative). Spoil of War is not dropped. (Cools while he's alive)
Spoil of War - The Great Horn: Can be used to summon a spectral stampede of... things to attack a specific target, damaging it and anything that happens to be close to it! (IE things that just attacked it up close, related entities, etc.) Cooldown of 5.
-- Szalinthia, Bringer of Light Break Rank -- Deals small amounts of damage to all entities on selected side. All entities damaged this way have less attack damage for the remainder of the turn. Cooldown: 4 Rising Sun -- Deals large amounts of damage to all entities on selected side. All AG entities have more attack damage for the remainder of the turn. Cooldown: 4 Bring to Light -- Creates 5 Demonic Legionnaires. (All begin protecting Szalinthia) Cooldown: 3 Fight for a Cause (Passive) -- Whenever an entity on the AG side dies, Szalinthia and all Demonic Legionnaires gain more attack power.
-- Demonic Legionnaires
At the beginning of every turn, create 3 more Demonic Legionnaires if there are at least 5 remaining.
Do less damage then average
-- Titanic Crusher
Titanic Crusher restores 5000 health at the start of every round unless at full health.
-- Incubation Beast
At the beginning of the EOTB, create a Sludge Crawler for every PG entity type on the field. (AKA group entities still only count as 1 type) -- Oracle of Dust
When Oracle of Dust is attacked, it deals half as much total damage as it took to each entity that attacked it.
Lvl. 25 - Everfree; Staff that spatially manipulates anything I really want. Prevents time from being altered around it.
Lvl. 25 - Blackguard; Elemental attacks do no damage - Is also a quantum shield.
Lvl. 10 - Edge of the Shifting World; Doesn't function like a normal sword, cuts space-time instead of flesh.
Lvl. 05 - Dungeon Rock; Totally epic heavy metal guitar that really does nothing but be awesome!
Lvl. 17 - The Fallen; Plasma pistol given to all AGs and Ns, curtesy of me.
Lvl. 25 - Unlimatum; Ultimatum's big brother.
Lvl. 05 - Whispering Shroud; Totally awesome coat that mimics the ocean! Hard rain and everything!
Lvl. 25 - Eternity's Tremor; Godly spatial hammer of epic epicness.
Lvl. 10 - Genesis; Everfree's younger brother. Much younger. Like, 70+ pages younger.
Lvl. 10 - Terra Firma; Piono's earth hammer.
Lvl. 10 - Warden; a worse Blackguard.
Lvl. 06 - Bag of Holding; Self explanatory.
Lvl. 10 - Darkstone Scryer; "A compass with a needle that almost never ceases to move, made of blackened and warped voidmetal. The map used in its creation has given it the power over knowledge to chart a path through even the most treacherous of places, or even the Void itself, and merely possessing the compass gives the holder both protection against the dangers of the Void and the knowledge of how to travel in it. It can tap into eldritch and void power if the holder has need of self-defense on his wanderings."
Lvl. 15 - Aftershock; A pair of swanky earthen knucklebusters from Toast! Dare ye challenge me to fisticuffs?
Lvl. 14 - Bag of Possibilities; A bag that I can pull something out of! What that something will be every time I reach in, I will never know.
Lvl. 25 - Dust; "A simple-looking, understated, aged weapon, with a chipped blade that seems to constantly shed fine particles of itself."
Lvl. 05 - Dunestrider's Sunback; "A coat that holds the power of decay and water. Constantly sheds a fine dust, and keeps the wearer hydrated at all times."
Lvl. 25 - Unending Swarm; "A compass whose needle constantly spins, crafted of warped, blackened voidmetal and outer land wood. The needle itself seems to be a moving hole into a void darker than the Void itself, a void that is paradoxically full of endless possibility. Upon use, it taps into eldritch power and infinite possibility and summons a vast swarm of things - the only word that can really do justice to its creations. It also has power over the void, travel, and knowledge, carried over from the Darkstone Scryer."
Lvl. 25 - Anternoth; A gauntlet with some really shnifty abilities, like control of all things dark!
Lvl. 25 - Unholy Conglomeration: Pfft.
Other stuff I can't remember because it was 130+ pages ago.
Lvl. 25 - Core Eva; A disk symbolizing the thin line between creation and destruction.
Lvl. 25 - Core Titan; A fine blade (and only a blade), representing the rise of great empires and legions, and the collapse of the world.
Lvl. 25 - Core Oran; A pommel depicting an ongoing battle between invading forces and a defending legion, neither side ever tiring.
Lvl. 1 Soul of Intellect
Lvl. 1 Soul of Flight
Lvl. 1 Soul of Clarity
Lvl. 1 Soul of Light
Lvl. 3 Lucid Soul of the Creator Lvl. 4 Eternal Soul of the Storm
Lvl. 4 Eternal Soul of Instability
Lvl. 4 Eternal Soul of the Angel
Lvl. 4 Eternal Soul of the Lich Lvl. 5 Immortal Soul of Swordsmanship
Lvl. 5 Immortal Soul of the Dying Sun
|| Charges ||
Bard. 13/70 Bwaaaaaah~!
The Bookkeeper 11/20 (+1 Sirplop) Books! Old and new!
~Hot Al 0/30 Confirmed to be the owner of Hand of the Archlich.
+1 to DarkSide, GoldenReady and Sirplop as per usual.
|| Alchemy ||
Skaian Flag || Molten Core of the Earth && Blessed Stones && Crystals Pouch (10) = Herald of the Earth (Level 20 - 18/21)
Saltstained Cutlass (15) [+-] Enchant Scroll: Water [P] + Glowing Aquamarine [P] + Sapphire Ring [T/T] + Water Elemental Summoning Shard [P] + Brand of the Tsunami [P] + Clearwater Flask [T/T] + Aura of Creation [P] + Aura of Twilight [P] + Moonstone Dust [T/T] + Lunar Pearl [T/T] = Beneath the Sea and Stars (Level 22 - 2/23)
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...Wait, Fseftr's gone. So... I guess it falls to me to pick up the pieces.
Diamond Double Bladed Lightsaber && Obsidanite Sword && Purity Sword && Magic Cueball = Oblivion's Guardian (Level 40)
INVENTORY (And details on... a ladder.)
Ion Cannon [IIII]
Fenrir/MPGBC [IIIII]
Broken Anachronism [IIII]
Archangel's Blade [III] So I guess I could at least ask Zetta for some swords. ...I think I'm going to ignore the inventory shuffling for now. Hey, Zetta. I think you have some swords I want. Nothing too powerful, they're all level 10. ...Let's see... A Diamond Double Bladed Lightsaber, an Obsidianite Sword, a Purity Sword, and... a Magic Cueball. You probably don't need those, right? Also... Hm. Archangel's Blade, Fenrir, MPGBC... Let's go for novelty.
I quickly pull out the Archangel's Blade, then stab it into the Herald of Slaanesh's neck. Wosh your SOUL.
Water suddenly spouts from all of the Herald's orifices, thoroughly washing out its innards and flushing out its internal fluids. Crush your will.
The ground rises up, crushing the Herald in its grip before smashing it inwards. Burn in hell.
The earthen vise is set ablaze, melting into lava and turning the Herald into ash. D I S A P P E A R .
The wind picks up, scattering the Herald's ashes to the ends of the earth.
Project Verify ========================================== 11/42 (I don't need no friends, I don't need no phone.) +1 from Redstone, I assume? Project Statue ============================================================================= 11/77 (The first key piece.)
I +3 GoldenReady.
Bill appears, floating in the sky and surveying the madness of the Gods of Chaos. WHOA THERE, CHAOS GODS! I SEE YOU'VE FINALLY DECIDED TO INTERVENE HERE! AND I SEE YOU'RE TAKING FROM MY STYLE - INHABITING HELPLESS MEAT PUPPETS SURE IS FUN, HUH? JUST MAKE SURE THEY DON'T TAKE TOO MUCH DAMAGE. THEY TEND TO BE A BIT SQUISHY. TRUST ME, I KNOW FROM EXPERIENCE. YOU GUYS ARE COOL, AND I'M PROTECTED BY THE NARRATIVE ITSELF, SO YOU'RE NOT A THREAT... BUT WHO TO DEAL WITH NOW? Bill's eye, still fused with The Tumor after all this time, looks around the field, casting a flickering glow of red and blue across every entity. Bill's gaze settles back to the Hostile's corner of the field.'SPLODIMUS IS YOUR NAME, HUH? I ALREADY ATTACKED THE "HEROES" OF THIS STORY, SO I THINK IT'S TIME TO EVEN THE ODDS - WITH SOME MATH!
'Splodimus is suddenly locked in a seat, but it has one of those really small desks chairs in lecture halls have and it's really close to his body, constricting 'Splodimus so he can't move. Already annoyed that he's slowly being put through torture, 'Splodimus makes an attempt to blow up the chair. For a split second, his entire being is scattered to various points in time and space during the destruction of all of reality, an event that will happen sooner rather than later, before being reconstituted back in his seat. Thoroughly shell-shocked, 'Splodimus makes no attempt to move again. Then Bill floats into view, carrying a chalkboard with him.
HELLO, CLASS OF ONE. YOU'RE HERE BECAUSE YOU FAILED THE INTERDIMENSIONAL MATH EXAM WE HELD A MONTH FROM NOW, AND YOU'RE HERE FOR SUMMER SCHOOL. IN THIS CASE, WE'RE TALKING ABOUT SUMMER ON VXUYRAWU IV, WHICH EQUATES TO ROUGHLY A THOUSAND EARTH YEARS. YEAH, YOU'RE GONNA BE HERE FOR A WHILE. I HOPE YOU BROUGHT A PEN AND SOME PAPER! 'Splodimus didn't. He screams internally, bracing himself for some kind of lecture about the boring properties and theorems of geometry or some other asinine subject.
TODAY, I'M GOING TO TEACH YOU ABOUT CIRCLES. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING, AND NO, I'M NOT TEACHING YOU ABOUT TRIANGLES JUST BECAUSE I'M A TRIANGLE. IT WOULD MAKE SENSE. I MEAN, HUMANITY TEACHES HUMANITY ABOUT HUMANITY BECAUSE THEY'RE UTTERLY NARCISSISTIC AND FEEL LIKE POINTING OUT ALL THE ACCOMPLISHMENTS THEY MADE IN THE BLINK OF AN IMMORTAL'S EYE, BUT I'M NOT A HUMAN! I OCCASIONALLY WEAR THE SKIN OF HUMANS, YES, BUT IT'S MORE LIKE A HOBBY I DO THAN SOMETHING THAT I'M FORCED TO DO ALL THE TIME. I NEVER WANT TO BE FORCED INTO ANYTHING AGAIN. NOT AFTER AN ETERNITY SPENT TRAPPED IN... WELL. I'M GETTING OFF TOPIC! LIKE I SAID: CIRCLES.
A circle materializes itself on the chalkboard. Bill taps it with his hand. THEY'RE ROUND. THEY'RE FLAT UNLESS THEY'RE SPHERES, BUT THAT'S A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TOPIC. THEY CAN BE CUT INTO PIE OR BE MEASURED BY PI. THEY COME IN A LOT OF DIFFERENT FLAVORS, SUCH AS APPLE, BLUEBERRY, ARSENIC, AND BLUUD. BUT THE CRUX OF TODAY'S DISCUSSION IS A COMMON OBJECT THAT IS A CIRCLE - WHEELS.Bill draws another smaller circle inside the original circle, creating a wide ring - or as Bill called it, a wheel. YEAH, THIS DOESN'T HAVE MUCH TO DO WITH MATH. I TRICKED YOU SO YOU WOULD BE EASILY BORED AND NOT RESIST THE PIERCING TENDRILS OF MY LESSONS. SLOWLY, THEY WORM THEIR WAY INTO YOUR BRAIN. SO, WHEELS. YOU PROBABLY KNOW WHEELS AS THE THINGS THAT LET CARS, OUTDATED HUNKS OF SCRAP METAL THAT CAUSE MORE ACCIDENTS AND SPOILERS THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE, MOVE ON THE PAINFULLY LIMITED SURFACE OF THE PLANET EARTH. BUT WHEELS CAN HAVE A DARKER MEANING, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY'RE ASSOCIATED WITH BEINGS LIKE MYSELF.
Bill closes his eyes, pointing at you. The reader. HAH... IF YOU KNOW ME, YOU ALREADY KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING. DON'T YOU. TWELVE SYMBOLS, ARRANGED AROUND A WHEEL. HAND IN HAND THEY'LL BOND THE SEAL. YOU KNOW ABOUT THE PROPHECY, RIGHT? THE FABLED ZODIAC, A SET OF MYTHOLOGICAL FIGURES FORETOLD TO HAVE A POWER SO STRONG THAT IT CAN OVERCOME ANY EVIL? THERE'S NOT JUST ONE PROPHECY. THERE WERE MANY. EVERY DIMENSION I'VE EVER COME ACROSS, EVERY PLACE I'VE BEEN LABELLED A THREAT, EVERY PERSON I'VE INFECTED WITH MY INFERNO... THERE'S BEEN A SEER. A PROPHECY. AND A ZODIAC. SOMETIMES THOSE PROPHECIES COME TO PASS. SOMETIMES... THEY DON'T.
There is a flash of light as Bill extends his hand outwards. The battlefield disintegrates around 'Splodimus, washing away in indigo flame. There is a new scene. A city in ruins, under a sky bathed in a kaleidoscope of anarchy. Winged eyeballs, gigantic body parts, oversized goats, and eldritch abominations run amok. A floating black pyramid stands sentry in the sky underneath a giant "X" cut into the fabric of reality.YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE APOCALYPSE, KID. YOU THINK THIS PLACE IS BAD? TRY ENDING AN ENTIRE UNIVERSE. ...AT LEAST, THAT WAS THE PLAN. LIBERATE THAT DIMENSION AND TURN ITS LIFE AROUND. WHAT YOU'RE SEEING IS AN ALTERNATE ME. TECHNICALLY, THE REAL ME. I'M THE OFFSHOOT HERE, AND I'M DOOMED TO LIVE WITH THAT FACT. I DON'T SEE IT AS A CURSE! IT'S GREAT! I'M THE ONE WHO LIVED! THE REAL ME? HE'S THE ONE WHO WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO GET CONNED OUT OF COMPLETE GODHOOD.
Inside the pyramid is what appears to be the citizens of the town. In the middle of the pyramid's grand hall is a circle spray-painted in blue on the floor. It's the wheel Bill drew, but it's split into ten segments. Each one has a different symbol in the middle. Bill looks at all of them, reciting the symbols one by one. Each time, his eye flickers to the symbol, and his body flashes with the image of who it belongs to. PINE TREE. QUESTION MARK. SHOOTING STAR. ICE BAG. GLASSES. PENTACLE. LLAMA. STITCHED HEART. SIXER. FEZ. THE PINES FAMILY AND THEIR ACCOMPLICES. FORETOLD THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO TO RISE UP AGAINST ME IN MY TIME OF POWER AND BANISH ME BACK TO MY NIGHTMARE REALM. BUT IF THERE'S ONE THING TREES DO... IT'S BURN.Bill appears in the landscape, hovering over the wheel. In this form, he's gigantic - and yellow, not purple. He erases the wheel and turns its prophesied heroes into tapestries, leaving only four people. THEY ENDED UP BEATING ME EVENTUALLY, OF COURSE. I WAS SEALED IN THE MINDSCAPE AND ERASED INTO OBLIVION. AND STANLEY EVEN GOT OFF SCOT-FREE... BUT HEY, IT DIDN'T END TOO BADLY. AFTER ALL, THERE WAS ALWAYS THAT STATUE HIDDEN DEEP WITHIN THE WOODS. BUT THAT'S ANOTHER TIMELINE, AND ANOTHER STORY. THE POINT I'M TRYING TO MAKE HERE IS SIMPLE.
The memory flickers out of existence. 'Splodimus and Bill are back on the battlefield. YOU MIGHT NOT THINK IT'S POSSIBLE, WHAT WITH DIVINE DESTINY AND THE NARRATIVE AND ALL, BUT YOU CAN FIGHT FATE. YOU CAN BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN FUTURE. LEARN FROM THE MISTAKES OF OTHER TIMELINES, EVEN IF THOSE MISTAKES DICTATE THE SO-CALLED ALPHA TIMELINE. LOOK AT HOW THINGS TURNED OUT FOR ME THEN... Another image flickers into existence, of the same scenario. Only this time, the two kids of the group are dead. 'Splodimus can see it pretty clearly - and it's clearly not a pretty sight. One of the old men of the group shakes Bill's hand, blue fire flickering across the room. The other breaks down into tears. Bill turns into a statue and disappears. In the next second, the entire pyramid - no, the entire universe - fades into a negative image of itself. Some kind of barrier was broken. THE SHIELD KEEPING ME TRAPPED INSIDE OF THAT TOWN, THE SUPPOSED PRISON OF WEIRDNESS THAT KEPT ALL THE ANOMALIES OF THE WORLD INSIDE - GRAVITY FALLS - WAS BROKEN. MY ARMAGEDDON WENT GLOBAL. I WON.
Bill flashes back to life. The two kids and the old men are all turned into tapestries as well - and then the set of ten are burned alive. The pyramid breaks into pieces as indigo light purges the entire earth, billions of lives burning away. And from the ashes, a new world is sculpted. A fun world. A better world. A party that never ends with a host that never dies.IT WAS THE LIFE, I TELL YA. BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING I'D NOTICED. AN ANOMALY. SOMETHING THAT I FOUND WHILE I WAS TRAPPED IN THAT TOWN. TWO PEOPLE WHO CAME FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION. NOT THIS ONE. BUT CLOSE. The images of two people you've never met before appear on screen. They look like... Minecraft avatars. I KNEW WHERE I HAD TO GO NEXT. BUT YOU ALL HAVEN'T SEEN ANY OF THAT YET! SO I'M NOT GONNA SPOIL ANYTHING!
The image cuts out again. Bill turns to 'Splodimus. ...I DON'T KNOW WHY I TOLD YOU ANY OF THIS, HONESTLY. I MEAN, YOU SPECIFICALLY. I COULD HAVE TOLD ANY SINGLE PERSON HERE THIS STORY. I COULD HAVE TOLD EVERYONE AT ONCE. FORCED THEM TO LISTEN, EVEN. BUT I DON'T THINK THAT MATTERS - YOU ALL HEARD ME ANYWAY, DIDN'T YOU? OF COURSE YOU DID. I EVEN TALKED TO YOU DIRECTLY! AND I WANT ALL OF YOU TO KNOW SOMETHING.
Bill's body changes. He becomes a towering image of himself, rendered in black and white and flashing with red and blue energy. DON'T THINK YOU CAN HIDE BEHIND YOUR OWN PROPHECY. BROKEN BOW, PICKAXE, LAPIS LAZULI, TWISTED HORN, WINEGLASS, POKEBALL, ALIEN VISOR, DEMON DOOR, GOLDEN CROWN, BLUE CROSS, FOXTAIL, ESCUTCHEON. I'M TALKING TO ALL OF YOU. I DON'T CARE IF YOU CAN HEAR ME OR NOT, BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I KNOW YOU AS THOSE SYMBOLS FOR A REASON. EVERYONE HAS SOMETHING THEY'RE KNOWN FOR. EVERYONE'S ON A ZODIAC. AND EVERY ZODIAC HAS ITS KILLER.
The weight of this lecture and the twelve symbols Bill just described burn themselves into 'Splodimus' consciousness. His mind melts and he topples to the floor, falling down the steps of a pyramid that just happened to appear. Bill slips back into his normal appearance, sighing. WELL, LOOKS LIKE MY TIME'S UP. I KID, I KID! TIME ALWAYS BENDS FOR ME. AFTER ALL, I'VE GOT ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD. Bill warps away, his laughter faintly audible.
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what he's doing and he goes off watching a stupid film in Opportunity.![[Insert generic username]](data/avatars/m/0/298.jpg%3F1483113918){kind=avatar}
