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...AYAZE YOU gorilla, I WILL-AODHSOAFHIUADDSZIUDCVGH
ORIUPFEGIOHYIUDFHAIFOY-
HELLO PLAYERS OF THIS FINE GAME. I AM THE ENTITY SOME CALL GOLDEN FREDDY, REAL NAME FREDBEAR, AND I AM HERE TO TELL YOU THAT YOUR LAZY GAMEMASTER, THE NONEXISTENT TAZZ, HAS RECENTLY SUFFERED A RAGE-INDUCED ANURESYUM FROM THE SUPERTROLL AYAZE ZEHTBAUHER. CONGRADULATIONS, AYAZE, YOU HAVE INCITED THE WRATH OF THE GM. I WISH YOU LUCK IN ATTEMPTING TO DODGE ATTACKS IN THE FUTURE, AND NOT BEING HORRIFICALLY gorillaED BY THEM.
IN OTHER NEWS, I READ YOUR ARTICLE IN TROLLING MONTHLY, AYAZE. YOU MISPELLED 'AGGRAVATE' AS 'AGGRIVATE,' AND I DO BELIEVE THAT WAS UNINTENTIONAL AS THAT WAS ONLY MADE ONCE IN THE ARTICLE, BUT OTHERWISE I DO BELIEVE IN YOUR THEORUM ON CORRECTING CORRECT SPELLINGS WITH INCORRECT SPELLINGS TO SEND GRAMMAR NAZIS INTO A RAGE. EXCELLENT WORK, AND I HOPE TO HEAR OF YOUR SURVIVAL SUCH THAT I MAY READ FROM YOU MORE.
...OK...I've calmed down...Take a deep breath, the work is still there, it's just blacked out...
...It appears that her effect this round is to black out the EoTB's results for everyone but the GS players...AUGH!!! You're going to have to mathematically figure out what happened, which is definitely a pain...Good news, though, is that she's not doing that again. Ever. I just know she won't.
Or at least.
She'd better NOT.
Ceftex, this was a rather unfortunate time to join, though if I were you, I'd just say you wail on the Chief's badge if you're planning on being aligned with the Anti-Zero players-so just do that for now.
Normal Essence of Temmie && Armor = Temmie Armor 4/11
+2 Ire
I shiv the Badge repeatedly. I then put my SOUL into a jar for safekeeping. Just in case anyone is wondering, yes, I do have a human SOUL. Anyways, I follow up my shiv by uppercutting the Badge with the Infinity Gauntlet, blowing it all the way into the upper atmosphere, then swipe my hand downward, causing it to burn upon atmospheric reentry. Once the charred mass formerly referred to as a badge lands, I shove an entire cardboard box down its nonexistent throat. Solid Snake pops out of the box, and pumps the Badge full of lead, and then attaches several grenades to it, after which I pull the pins, causing the badge to explode in an incredibly gory fashion. I then douse the badge in oil and set it on fire.
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Spellbook (lvl 4) && Essence of Life Drain = Life-Drain Spellbook 2/? Can i haz levelburgers plz?
I grab a Skeleton Chair. Suddenly, the map changes to a ancient, 30 years old, Freddy Fazbears place.
Upon the Show stage is a Delorean (i hope i did not mess that spelling up), and below that, stands a animontronic bear.
Because we all know what i am referring (or have some idea therefore of) to, i will instead of giving a long pointless description, say right here and now that the bear is Toy Freddy.
i use the Skeleton Chair with W but i make one minor tweak....
Instead of me controlling the gang fighting the almighty Cranky Kong, its The Chief.
Who is promptly given many GIT GUD screens.
Finally, after years of Fazbear Combos and Backup Bashs, he kills Cranky Kong...... But, at the last second of the battle 9 Cranky Kongs come out-of-context, while Cranky, uses the lack of Context to become Young Cranky, thus somehow becoming superpowered.
I then offer the chief the ability to manifest in this boss fight. He, somehow still trapped in it via means of BECAUSE ITS NEEDED FOR THIS ATTACK TO WORK, is forced to accept the offer. However, even with his nearly 1.5 million health, he still dies. A lot.
Upon finally beating the 9 Crankys and Young Cranky, he is told that all the damage he and the Gang took while fighting Cranky will be transfered to him, nerf properly to a level befitting a free action attack. He is also told that it will target his badge.
To ensure the proper transfer of damage, Cranky smashs the FNAFB3 ACT3 Fourth wall to pieces. While the shattered pieces cut him, Cranky uses Cane Swipe (91874189791827489274 damage, obviously massively nerfed due to this being a 1-post attack) on his badge, damaging it.
Cranky is then told to git gud 9 times by Freddy.
Wait, didn't Golden Freddy never git gud? I mean, there was the fake sunglasses W thingie.
i hand Golden Freddy a pair of real sunglasses. He gits gud.
. And you know what the best part of all this is? You'll DO it. And then you'll lose to me again. And again. And again!!! Because you want a "happy ending." Because you "love your friends." Because you "never give up." Isn't that delicious? Your "determination." The power that let you get this far... It's gonna be your downfall!
"THIS IS EQUAL PARTS FUNNY AND SAD."
"STOP LAUGHING AND KILL THE BUNNY!"
"YOU'RE GETTING QUOTED ON THAT ONE, CALLING IT NOW. WHY ARE YOU LOSING IT OVER ONE ENEMY ANYWAY?"
"I DON'T KNOW! THERE'S A BLANK SCREEN WHENEVER I PERFORM A MEMORY SEARCH! NOTHING SHOWS UP!"
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So, I'd presume putting new alchemies in red draws them to your attention well enough, yes?
MENTAL ARMET: A hood composed entirely of mental magics and warding brought to pseudo-physical form. When worn, it utterly disables the availability of access to the mindscape of the bearer, rendering it nigh-impossible to pervade.
I don the Mental Armet. The hood seems to glow for a few seconds, before disappearing around my head entirely. Excellent. That's one ward down.
Minutes after, I prepare an ingenious plan to destroy the Chief's badge. With a swift movement, I pull out a pen and paper, inscribing a brief contract onto the dried tree paste. I sign my name at the bottom with a flourish, and the paper bursts into flames. I watch it burn in my hands with interest. We shall see if it has been ordained as I have wished.
I slice my fingertips with a blade of some unimportant description, and laugh as I sight the color of the resultant fluid is a lustrous gold, not a mere red. Wonderful. I snap my fingers, watching as two timetables appear. I give a nod to all around me, and disappear in a flash of red.
Hours in the past, and miles away from the Battlefield, I appear in a flash of red. I promptly examine my surroundings. I appear to be within a cave full of bipedal red crocodiles. Hah. I immediately force the golden fluid dripping off my fingers into a vial, corking it, and striding over to the nearest crocodile. Before I can open my mouth, however, another red flash illuminates the cavern. I look over to where the burst had originated, and find none other than myself staring back at me. Other me says nothing, but immediately hands me a massive bottle of liquid gold, and several lumps of the stuff, before disappearing. Several more mes appear with timetables and valuables, which they all hand to me. I nod, and they all disappear as well. Then, I proceed to begin what shall evermore be christened the LOZANSE with the crocodiles. They begin to jump in alarm when I hand them a few lumps of gold and a vial of golden fluid.
Seconds after I make the first transfer, more and more crocodiles emerge from the depths to participate in the stock exchange. I watch on in interest as they nak to each other. A few minutes later, I ready my timetables, and return to the present.
Reappearing in the cave, I see that it is a lightless cavern no more. Instead, the room has been replaced with a large chamber with paneled walls, and an escalator leading up to a swirling portal in the center of the room. The escalator is currently being boarded by a number of bipedal red crocodiles in business attire. I leap through the portal. When I emerge on the other side, I find exactly what I was hoping for.
The newly-formed Stock Market Dimension is a maze of fire and magma-lit rooms of red brick, filled with both computer terminals attached to the ceiling and crocodiles nakking like madmen. I can quite clearly see the gold being traded about wildly, hundreds of thousands being exchanged at once. I manage to acquire several lumps of gold and a number of bottles of liquid gold, and immediately travel back into the past a number of times to equip my past self for the dawn of the market. Returning to the SMD, I converse with a number of wealthy crocodile investors through a nearby computer terminal, and manage to swindle a solid brick of gold out of them each. I watch as they walk over to me from an area a few rooms down, and deposit numerous gold bricks into my suitcase, which I proceed to close.
Now, there is but one thing to do.
i gotta gaem the ysstem wthi the
glod
poswersa
I watch as at least a dozen mes instantaneously appear in the SMD with progressively more valuables, getting to work on the computer terminals. I enter my account on the nearest terminal, and watch as my hoard grows by the thousands. Hah. I utilize this massive influx of gold to get only the best deals out of the crocodiles. Onlookers observe in astonishment as I effortlessly and smoothly become a quintillionaire.
More and more mes flash into existence with timetables, bearing the fruits of excellent deals, which they deposit into my account, and make more deals with. The coming and going of such beings is practically omnipresent. One cannot be certain whether or not I am even in the present, at points. I travel back and forth in time, completing all of the stable time loops myself, and increasing the size of the stock market.
With a number of more entirely stable time loops, I provide a number of crocodiles with just the right amount of gold to start up the chains needed. At this point, the metal is practically worthless in the SMD. Hundreds of crocodiles merely start building permanent residences below the floor of my presence, until the entire bipedal red crocodile population of Minecraftia is living in the Stock Market Dimension, trading gold around, as if it were just a few pennies. However, it is mildly unsettling that a significant portion of the gold being traded is literally my own blood. Still, there is no time to complain. I quickly trade as much of the gold as I can for more valuable types of gold acquired in the stock market, officially marking my rise as a septillionaire.
At this point, I practically run the LOZANSE. I simply inform the crocodiles of the large amounts of valuables within the Chief's Badge. Ten minutes later, they return, covered in blood that is not their own, holding a gigantic badge.
EVOCATION LENS: A focusing lens, typical utilized in the practice of conjuration. It reveals the inner essence of whatever it views, aiding in discerning what is best to deal with it, and such.
(+2 to Bomber)
Research Salvaging 31/50 (+2 from Bomber) ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
Imperator 13/50 ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
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VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
~~~
Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
HELLVET: YOU HAD US CHANGE OUR LEVIATHAN! WHY YOU LITTLE-
VERDAN: Shut up, shut up, shut up! I'll handle this. The last thing we need is for the GM to be legitimately angry at us instead of correcting us.
In regards to changing up the Leviathan, I remember you adding in proximity for the Hunter-Chopper, but since the game is probably gotten a lot bigger, you probably don't have time to track closeness for all the entities. I'd say that for the Wave of Destruction, it'd be far too powerful (and definitely not accurate to the game) if it hit every single enemy entity with an 8K damage attack. I'd say that for every entity that attacks the Leviathan with a melee attack (It shouldn't be hard), that entity gets flagged for getting hit by Wave of Destruction! You never said anything about how WoD affected evasive entities, so I'm counting that as it's good. Also, you never said anything about Hydra Pump, so I'm guessing that's okay in your book.
Sorry about the HP not being as high as it should. I'm used to DTG2's entities and their health being like that, so that's what I've been using. It's okay for it to have 120K health, I guess, especially since it's pretty tough to take down in the game (then again, it has an erratic movement pattern in the game, so that helps too, but you'd probably rather not emulate that. Plus, melee attackers have to be smart because they have to exploit a safe spot in between the 3 Waves of Destruction in order to not get completely obliterated by the huge amount of bullets, but then again, you'd probably rather not emulate that either.)
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Eh, fine.
==Turn 1==
Salt 48/50
Imperator 20/50
+2 to Erelye.
NEW ALCHEMIES:
Flowmetal && Wand = Flowmetal Wand 3/?? (Almost certainly level 10)
Flowmetal: An Alchemiter-made compound of void metal, ichorium, bedrock, and Praecantatio essentia, previewed in DTG2. Was Level 10 in that game, and thus any alchemies made with it would have been Level 10. Hopefully the same holds true here. (Praecantatio essentia is the essentia of magic, and thus Flowmetal is more or less the perfect material for magical implements.)
Ebbmetal && Sword = Ebbmetal Sword 3/?? (Almost certainly level 10)
Ebbmetal: An Alchemiter-made compound of void metal, ichorium, bedrock, and Telum essentia, previewed in DTG2. Was Level 10 in that game, and thus any alchemies made with it would have been Level 10. Hopefully the same holds true here. (Telum essentia is the essentia of weaponry and harm, and thus Ebbmetal is more or less the perfect material for weapons.)
==Action==
Crystal takes out the Disc of Deepest Depths and prepares for an earth-magic-based assault on the Badge. Firstly, he causes a pillar of stone to rise from the ground directly under it at the approximate speed of 500 mph, knocking it into the air and heavily denting it. While it’s up there, he fragments the stone pillar, shapes each fragment into the shape of an ancient Acheulean hand axe, and hurls them at the Badge at the same 500 mph speed. Near-instantly, it has more dents and cuts on it, as well as several holes from the sheer momentum of those axes. Next, Crystal calls up magma from underneath and encases the Badge in a sphere of it. It immediately starts to heat up, before Crystal flash-solidifies the lava around it and dumps all of that heat into the Badge. The lava sphere, now obsidian, he hurls into the ground like a meteor, cracking it open and releasing the Badge. It lies there, red-hot, the HP pool and consequent resilience of entities the only thing saving it from melting into a pool of whatever metal it’s made of. Crystal takes the obsidian sphere it was once encased in and hammers the Badge with the entire thing, warping and deforming it further, before forming the entire sphere into a massive spear and stabbing the Badge clear through. Using his magical control over the obsidian spear, he lifts the Badge and places it back in its previous position on the Chief’s chest.
If the Badge is dead, this attack instead targets the Chief himself.
==Entities==
...AYAZE YOU gorilla, I WILL-AODHSOAFHIUADDSZIUDCVGH
ORIUPFEGIOHYIUDFHAIFOY-
HELLO PLAYERS OF THIS FINE GAME. I AM THE ENTITY SOME CALL GOLDEN FREDDY, REAL NAME FREDBEAR, AND I AM HERE TO TELL YOU THAT YOUR LAZY GAMEMASTER, THE NONEXISTENT TAZZ, HAS RECENTLY SUFFERED A RAGE-INDUCED ANURESYUM FROM THE SUPERTROLL AYAZE ZEHTBAUHER. CONGRADULATIONS, AYAZE, YOU HAVE INCITED THE WRATH OF THE GM. I WISH YOU LUCK IN ATTEMPTING TO DODGE ATTACKS IN THE FUTURE, AND NOT BEING HORRIFICALLY gorillaED BY THEM.
The aneurysm affected Tazz so badly that his entity forgot how to spell aneurysm or congratulations!
Also, Freddy, isn't it kind of hypocritical for you to lecture others on misspelling words?
/null
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No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
The Bodyguard: 7/50 ================================================== (+2 from Erelye)
+2 Erelye
Bomber was getting pretty irked by this Ayaze person, but he knew The Chief was a bigger issue at the moment. Bomber pulled out The Book of Tzeentch, prepared to fire off a spell when he received a message on his phone. Reading the message, Bomber's eyes widened. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and exited out a both metaphorical and literal back door.
Opening the door to the other side, Bomber found himself in a large cave. It was mostly empty, save for a few bipedal red crocodiles who seem to be flipping out a little. As he approached, he noticed three small, pudgy things conversing with the crocodiles. It was then that he realized they were some of his own workers, belonging to a species of demons called Devilites. The most common kind of them were short, rotund and purple with little beady eyes. Calling them imp-like was an apt description. Devilites formed a majority of Bomber's office workforce, handling paperwork and things of that nature. Why they were here was anyone's guess. Bomber stood behind the Devilites, who noticed his presence. The crocodiles made their weird nak sound a more intensely.
"So, would you three care to tell me what is going on here?" Bomber asked, raising an eyebrow. One of the Devilites replied, seeming a little proud of itself. "Well, we recorded a radical shift in the gold stocks and decided to check out the source. Apparently, an entire dimension for stock markets was created about thirty minutes ago."
This certainly piqued Bomber's interest. "Show it to me, then. I need to see this." The Devilite shuffled its feet a little nervously. "That's what we have been trying to do, but these crocodiles don't seem very willing to let us in." Bomber let out an exasperated sigh and simply pushed himself through the crocodiles, who nakked in protest. The three Devilites followed behind with the group of bipedal crocodiles. Bomber boarded an escalator that led up into a strange portal, as did everyone behind him. Emerging on the other side was an impressive sight.
It was a dimension that was entirely stock markets, full of well-dressed bipedal crocodiles running about, buying and selling gold in a hurried manner. Bomber would have shed a tear if his biology wasn't so confusing. But he did so anyway. The Devilites made little trumpet noises in surprise. Returning to his normally calm demeanor, Bomber hatched a plan. "This economy seems rather strong, but I think it could use a little.. competition."
Bomber finds a rather empty section near the entrance of the SMD and snaps his fingers. A maroon portal appeared before him, leading straight to Hellco. It had a sort of magical protection that only allowed certain personnel to enter and exit. Out of the portal comes a large crowd of Devilites of various types. Behind them was a larger Devilite, carrying a clipboard and a full mug of coffee that said "#1 Boss". Bomber didn't mind the mug, because despite what it said everyone knew that he was the TRUE #1 Boss. The larger Devilite was blue and had large horns, and after checking his clipboard and adjusting his glasses and tie he spoke to Bomber. "Hello, Bomber. I trust you are doing well today. I say, this dimension is the perfect place for us to expand our assets." Nodding, Bomber explained the plan to the Pit Boss.
Around ten minutes later, another group of Devilites came in. They were wheeling in several crates that caught the attention of the bipedal crocodiles. The other Devilites had diffused through the crowd, trading gold and making deals. Opening the crates revealed stacks upon stacks of silver ingots. Nakking in confusion, the bipedal crocodiles watched as Bomber began to demonstrate what this strange metal was for. Bomber pulled out one ingot of silver, and then walked to the nearest terminal. In a swift moment, Bomber traded it for some gold.
The crowd of crocodiles exploded in a flurry of nakking, and began running about. They began to buy, sell, and trade gold and silver robustly.
Bomber has acquired a vast amount of wealth from this operation, and the strange crocodiles seem happy enough. Bomber points out that The Chief's Badge isn't entirely made of gold, and there are trace amounts of silver in it. Eleven minutes later, they return with the badge a second time, covered in blood that's not theirs.
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Zombenstein: 36/50 (+1 Tazz)
Boney: 36/50 (+1 Tazz)
Infernal End: 8/9
The L()rd shoots an Opposite Ray at the Sun Badge! It changes it to a Moon Badge! Then The L()rd shoots the Moon Badge again, changing it back to a Sun Badge. However, the badge can't recreate pieces of the badge that are destroyed, and since the Moon Badge was in the shape of a crescent moon, the Sun Badge is missing some parts!
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THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
My Action: I attempt to dissuade The Chief so he goes away. "You know, this is the twentieth bossfight I have been in, and not ONCE has the boss won. The boss ALWAYS dies in the end. So why should you continue in this suicidal operation?" I then realize that A: the chief is a zombie, and B: UserZero probably mind-controlled him anyways. So instead, I blast him with a fear effect, doing some damage and making him more vulnerable to follow-up attacks.
EXOS Action: I make some experimental prototype blueprints for a weapon I call the Godslayer Cannon. The Godslayer Cannon is a unique weapon designed to bring OVERWHELMING firepower to bear. Analysis indicates a high likelihood to take out even an entity as strong as the Conflict itself in one shot. Naturally, the OP Scale hates this, but I bring up a counterargument: "There are some entities that no normal engagement would have an effect on. This weapon provides a way to deal with these threats." Because the entities in charge of the OP scale would each like to use this on each other, they end up allowing it, but their nerf is that it requires a live, willing, Omega+ class Godmodder as ammo (which was actually part of my design all along). If the situation is bad enough to where an Omega+ class Godmodder would be willing to turn herself into ammo to destroy the threat, the use of this weapon would be justified.
(OOC: The real reason is likely due to the fact that both the Narrative and the Conflict fear The Black, and would rather allow this than have absolutely no defenses should some idiot unleash The Black).
SCP-713 arrives onsite (thankfully with no paradoxes). After an experiment finds the cursor can go both ways through the portal, the team sends the cursor through the portal in an attempt to capture and dissect a godmodder by using the cursor to drag it back through the portal. Unfortunately, they are trying to dissect Psi-Godmodder, who dodges the cursor easily.
Y opens the Ichor Spearbook, skimming through the leathern pages with his single eye as an expression of simultaneous boredom and amusement appears on his scar-ridden face.
Y: ...Yeah, is this seriously just the Valkzaron with Sone Orok and over half of Sone Nadox ripped out, and most of the Yaldabaoths replaced with various misspellings of Cthulhu? This feels like Pony Pals all over again.
The cyclopean enderman continues to read through the golden tome, before suddenly stopping. His lips twitch momentarily.
Y: Finally, an actually original spell. I really hope this works.
Y reads the spell, causing golden, spearlike spikes to manifest underneath Leviathan and ensnaring the beast before stabbing into it and dispensing yellow liquid weakness straight into its serpentine bloodstream.
Pitch Black 8/10
Psyche Focus 2/8
Vortex Monolith 12/15
SCP-882 9/20
00C: How much charging would it take to add Rough and 1:1 to SCP-914's functionalities?
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The Alien Drones both regain 20% magnetic charge this turn. Given that nothing of use is capable of being used yet, the Drones simply build up magnetic shields that effectively neutralize most attacks aimed at them.
Stock Market Dimension 3: The Electrum Crash of November 22, 2015
I step back into the gateway to the SMD around an hour and a half following my success with the gold market. Looking around, I see the radical changes in everything. Competition, you say? I walk over to the nearest computer terminal, and log in. My eyes widen when I see that gold stocks have decreased in value by twenty-eight percent. I immediately spin around, surveying the competing company carefully. Silver. Silver and gold are essentially worthless, at this point. The Devilites and bipedal red crocodiles have managed to outdo the entirety of the server's economy already. Hah.
I contemplate my options deeply. I have to do something before Hellco. overruns the gold market. How does one even do such a thing--oh. I see. I pull out a phone, interlinked maroon and teal text rolling off the screen in moments. I text a quick goodbye, and get to work. I walk into the central room, peering into the deep, magma-filled hole in the center of the place, serving as the power source for the computer terminals. I deftly leap over the railing, and dive straight downwards, toward the magma. At the last second, I pull back, teal energy rolling off of my body. I proceed to construct an alloy furnace at the bottom of the pit, locking a number of tubes and heaters into place leading up to the railing. Then, I climb the walls of the pit, and leap back over the railing, not even sparing a moment before I rush over to the nearest computer terminal. I tab into the stock percentages page, and make a quick edit.
Silver 59%
Gold/Electrum 41%
Out in the other rooms, I can hear confused nakking from the crocodiles, and some noise or other from the Devilites. I rush into the nearest room, and quickly trade some gold for a few ingots of silver. Then, I drop both a bottle of liquid gold and a silver ingot into the alloy furnace, quickly accelerating the process with psionic prowess. I hand an onlooking crocodile the resultant electrum bar. This crocodile stands rather still, staring at it for a few seconds. Then, it begins to nak. The other hundreds of well-dressed crocodiles follow suit, immediately beginning to make hundreds of electrum deals. I spin around after smelling the scent of ozone and burning, to find several future mes with timetables standing around, holding crates filled with successes from my future electrum market. I laugh somewhat, and take them all, truly beginning the electrum market.
The future mes all head back to their present, and I proceed to make countless deal after deal, watching the gold/electrum stocks soar above the silver in minutes. The Hellco. competitors are likely dumbfounded by this sudden innovation. I watch as more and more of the silver is tossed into the alloy furnace, and mixed with the gold in my stocks to create more electrum, benefiting me doubly. I collect several crates of electrum bars, and head back into the past to give them to my past self once more, truly beginning the electrum market myself.
I continue to game the SMD's economy with clever time-travel and electrum creation, slowly driving the value of silver stocks further and further into the ground. Electrum is all the rage these days. In fact, silver supplies are running quite low. I recall an analysis of the Chief's Badge. There was definitely silver in that, if only traces.
I immediately call a group of Devilites and crocodiles over, and inform them of this, telling them to bring the thing back here, once and for all. Hours later, they return, coated in blood, and the torn flesh of the Chief, bearing the Badge all the same. With some aid, we force the entire Badge into the alloy furnace, and watch as the entire thing melts, and is converted into electrum. Hundreds of ingots are shot out of the output pipe, crocodiles catching them all the while, nakking eternally.
Suddenly, all of the computers shut down at once. Everyone stands around, confused. Back on the server, something horrific has occurred. I immediately contact my business associate.
teXTlOG
TA: ew ddi it man TA: the econoyms is sour TA: yesy AU: we wnin agen ye AU: slel errythign adn gett owt TA: only wya TA: we gttoa gte rid fo eth trsha AU: ye
Next thing you know, the entirety of the stock market in the possession of Hellco. and myself has been sold out to intergalactic competitors, and we have made septillions. Thus ends the tale of the Stock Market Dimension, for now. The entire server's economy has been annihilated by the Great Electrum Crash, at the least. Hah.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Bomber, it was a pleasure working with you on this mini-project, and I greatly hope that we can do this again. Hah.
Research Salvaging 36/50 (+2 from Bomber, +2 from Crystal) ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
Imperator 14/50 ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
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VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
~~~
Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
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spellbook (lvl 4) && Essence of Life Drain = Life-Drain Spellbook 3/? Can i haz levelburgers plz?
Hiring a small posse of at least 20 minecraftians, i begin creating a ritual to create my own personal portal to the SMD. (before it was shut down of course) Using massive amounts of Gold, and silver, i create an Essence of Exchange, and then repeat the process 50 times. Each time, the portal's end point grows closer to the SMD. Finally, me and my "posse" walk into the portal, carrying crates.
Upon teleporting, i notice a great many crocodiles. Since i am 2lazy to spell out that word, they are hence force referred to as CROCS. Most of them have one thing in common- They are trading absurd amounts of pure gold and silver, and there are 2 display stands with the word's "Chief's Badge" Written on the button. Huh. i guess the badge just regenerates when somebody steals it instead of killing it.
I draw yet another portal on the ground, fusing an Essence of Summoning with an Essence of Gemstones, so that the ones in the boxes can be replenished. Then, pulling a large, uncut diamond, i walk up to a terminal, and proceed to trade it for large amounts of silver and gold.
Then, i offer to sell most of my gemstones at cheap.
The red crocodiles promptly rush the portal, while my posse sells them gemstones at an absurd price. Meanwhile, i take some of the gems not for sale, and using my massive stockpile of gold and silver, create jewelry, which i then show them. They go crazy over it, praising me for inventing a method of storing wealth in such a pretty way. Before long, a line of Crocodile Jewelers open up, combining gems with silver or gold. Meanwhile, pretty gemstones are oft-traded, uncut or cut whilst i earn massive amounts of profit, easily suppressing septdeclioniares.
I then inform them that the Chiefs badge is an awesome piece of jewelry, and might have gemstones inside of it.
The red crocodiles return with the Chiefs badge (for some reason encrusted with gems), covered in blood cleary not their own. They promptly melt it down in a massive, alloy furnace at the same time as the other badge with silver in it is melting.
Then, to ensue no paradox's due to the SMD suddenly dying out, i split the SMD into 2: The area where TheLordErelye
and Bomber dominated and created the Electrum Crash, and one area that refused to trade int he Electrum and instead was taken over by a jewelery and gemstones craze.
Then i convert half my riches in the SMD to Minecraft proper, thus forever breaking the (rather fragile, considering the battlefield) economy.
Whoops, didn't see that collab coming. Oh well. At least this should prevent any paradox's.
. And you know what the best part of all this is? You'll DO it. And then you'll lose to me again. And again. And again!!! Because you want a "happy ending." Because you "love your friends." Because you "never give up." Isn't that delicious? Your "determination." The power that let you get this far... It's gonna be your downfall!
"THIS IS EQUAL PARTS FUNNY AND SAD."
"STOP LAUGHING AND KILL THE BUNNY!"
"YOU'RE GETTING QUOTED ON THAT ONE, CALLING IT NOW. WHY ARE YOU LOSING IT OVER ONE ENEMY ANYWAY?"
"I DON'T KNOW! THERE'S A BLANK SCREEN WHENEVER I PERFORM A MEMORY SEARCH! NOTHING SHOWS UP!"
And that is the EoTB-wait what.
Uh. Where did-
Where did-
WHERE did the entities go!?
...AYAZE YOU gorilla, I WILL-AODHSOAFHIUADDSZIUDCVGH
ORIUPFEGIOHYIUDFHAIFOY-
HELLO PLAYERS OF THIS FINE GAME. I AM THE ENTITY SOME CALL GOLDEN FREDDY, REAL NAME FREDBEAR, AND I AM HERE TO TELL YOU THAT YOUR LAZY GAMEMASTER, THE NONEXISTENT TAZZ, HAS RECENTLY SUFFERED A RAGE-INDUCED ANURESYUM FROM THE SUPERTROLL AYAZE ZEHTBAUHER. CONGRADULATIONS, AYAZE, YOU HAVE INCITED THE WRATH OF THE GM. I WISH YOU LUCK IN ATTEMPTING TO DODGE ATTACKS IN THE FUTURE, AND NOT BEING HORRIFICALLY gorillaED BY THEM.
IN OTHER NEWS, I READ YOUR ARTICLE IN TROLLING MONTHLY, AYAZE. YOU MISPELLED 'AGGRAVATE' AS 'AGGRIVATE,' AND I DO BELIEVE THAT WAS UNINTENTIONAL AS THAT WAS ONLY MADE ONCE IN THE ARTICLE, BUT OTHERWISE I DO BELIEVE IN YOUR THEORUM ON CORRECTING CORRECT SPELLINGS WITH INCORRECT SPELLINGS TO SEND GRAMMAR NAZIS INTO A RAGE. EXCELLENT WORK, AND I HOPE TO HEAR OF YOUR SURVIVAL SUCH THAT I MAY READ FROM YOU MORE.
...OK...I've calmed down...Take a deep breath, the work is still there, it's just blacked out...
...It appears that her effect this round is to black out the EoTB's results for everyone but the GS players...AUGH!!! You're going to have to mathematically figure out what happened, which is definitely a pain...Good news, though, is that she's not doing that again. Ever. I just know she won't.
Or at least.
She'd better NOT.
Ceftex, this was a rather unfortunate time to join, though if I were you, I'd just say you wail on the Chief's badge if you're planning on being aligned with the Anti-Zero players-so just do that for now.
comic. 4/50
Imperator 20/50
Spear && Water Titan Essence = ? 2/11
Normal Essence of Temmie && Armor = Temmie Armor 4/11
+2 Ire
I shiv the Badge repeatedly. I then put my SOUL into a jar for safekeeping. Just in case anyone is wondering, yes, I do have a human SOUL. Anyways, I follow up my shiv by uppercutting the Badge with the Infinity Gauntlet, blowing it all the way into the upper atmosphere, then swipe my hand downward, causing it to burn upon atmospheric reentry. Once the charred mass formerly referred to as a badge lands, I shove an entire cardboard box down its nonexistent throat. Solid Snake pops out of the box, and pumps the Badge full of lead, and then attaches several grenades to it, after which I pull the pins, causing the badge to explode in an incredibly gory fashion. I then douse the badge in oil and set it on fire.
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
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Official DTG Cards Against Humanity suggestion pad: http://piratepad.net/DTGCAH
Spellbook (lvl 4) && Essence of Life Drain = Life-Drain Spellbook 2/? Can i haz levelburgers plz?
I grab a Skeleton Chair. Suddenly, the map changes to a ancient, 30 years old, Freddy Fazbears place.
Upon the Show stage is a Delorean (i hope i did not mess that spelling up), and below that, stands a animontronic bear.
Because we all know what i am referring (or have some idea therefore of) to, i will instead of giving a long pointless description, say right here and now that the bear is Toy Freddy.
i use the Skeleton Chair with W but i make one minor tweak....
Instead of me controlling the gang fighting the almighty Cranky Kong, its The Chief.
Who is promptly given many GIT GUD screens.
Finally, after years of Fazbear Combos and Backup Bashs, he kills Cranky Kong...... But, at the last second of the battle 9 Cranky Kongs come out-of-context, while Cranky, uses the lack of Context to become Young Cranky, thus somehow becoming superpowered.
I then offer the chief the ability to manifest in this boss fight. He, somehow still trapped in it via means of BECAUSE ITS NEEDED FOR THIS ATTACK TO WORK, is forced to accept the offer. However, even with his nearly 1.5 million health, he still dies. A lot.
Upon finally beating the 9 Crankys and Young Cranky, he is told that all the damage he and the Gang took while fighting Cranky will be transfered to him, nerf properly to a level befitting a free action attack. He is also told that it will target his badge.
To ensure the proper transfer of damage, Cranky smashs the FNAFB3 ACT3 Fourth wall to pieces. While the shattered pieces cut him, Cranky uses Cane Swipe (91874189791827489274 damage, obviously massively nerfed due to this being a 1-post attack) on his badge, damaging it.
Cranky is then told to git gud 9 times by Freddy.
Wait, didn't Golden Freddy never git gud? I mean, there was the fake sunglasses W thingie.
i hand Golden Freddy a pair of real sunglasses. He gits gud.
38/50 Upgrade system
21/50 what
Posts may contain high amounts of stupid.
. And you know what the best part of all this is? You'll DO it. And then you'll lose to me again. And again. And again!!! Because you want a "happy ending." Because you "love your friends." Because you "never give up." Isn't that delicious? Your "determination." The power that let you get this far... It's gonna be your downfall!
Level 002 - 000000088000/000000101000[/b]
Alchemies[/b]
Empty Interlocking Cubic Module && Quantum Solar Panel = Cubic Solar Panel Module (2/9)
Empty Interlocking Cubic Module && Eight MFSUs = Cubic Battery Module (2/9)
[b]Charges[/b]
Project M08-➊ (24/50) (+2 from Fseftr)
Project M07-The Phonetician (43/50)
+2 to Fseftr
Action[/b]
I withdraw Overkill! and fire flaming bullets with the accuracy of a sniper rifle and the speed of a minigun at the Chief.
[b]Note [/b]
My computer is having issues and I'm now on my laptop.
Echeladder 14/50
19/45 Badge 7 cobalt x2
+2 cobalt
Badges: 6/8
Stun Gun AND Scranton Reality Anchor 3/10 Keeping it Real
Chemotherapy Drugs AND Water Hose = 1/? Mitosis Minimizer
Sagittarius AND Enchanted Bow = 4/4 Sagittarius Bow
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Binary Slime: Attack Celluar Lifeforms
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Mercury tires out the Sagittarius Bow on Blackstorm Zineous.
MENTAL ARMET: A hood composed entirely of mental magics and warding brought to pseudo-physical form. When worn, it utterly disables the availability of access to the mindscape of the bearer, rendering it nigh-impossible to pervade.
I don the Mental Armet. The hood seems to glow for a few seconds, before disappearing around my head entirely. Excellent. That's one ward down.
Minutes after, I prepare an ingenious plan to destroy the Chief's badge. With a swift movement, I pull out a pen and paper, inscribing a brief contract onto the dried tree paste. I sign my name at the bottom with a flourish, and the paper bursts into flames. I watch it burn in my hands with interest. We shall see if it has been ordained as I have wished.
I slice my fingertips with a blade of some unimportant description, and laugh as I sight the color of the resultant fluid is a lustrous gold, not a mere red. Wonderful. I snap my fingers, watching as two timetables appear. I give a nod to all around me, and disappear in a flash of red.
Hours in the past, and miles away from the Battlefield, I appear in a flash of red. I promptly examine my surroundings. I appear to be within a cave full of bipedal red crocodiles. Hah. I immediately force the golden fluid dripping off my fingers into a vial, corking it, and striding over to the nearest crocodile. Before I can open my mouth, however, another red flash illuminates the cavern. I look over to where the burst had originated, and find none other than myself staring back at me. Other me says nothing, but immediately hands me a massive bottle of liquid gold, and several lumps of the stuff, before disappearing. Several more mes appear with timetables and valuables, which they all hand to me. I nod, and they all disappear as well. Then, I proceed to begin what shall evermore be christened the LOZANSE with the crocodiles. They begin to jump in alarm when I hand them a few lumps of gold and a vial of golden fluid.
Seconds after I make the first transfer, more and more crocodiles emerge from the depths to participate in the stock exchange. I watch on in interest as they nak to each other. A few minutes later, I ready my timetables, and return to the present.
Reappearing in the cave, I see that it is a lightless cavern no more. Instead, the room has been replaced with a large chamber with paneled walls, and an escalator leading up to a swirling portal in the center of the room. The escalator is currently being boarded by a number of bipedal red crocodiles in business attire. I leap through the portal. When I emerge on the other side, I find exactly what I was hoping for.
The newly-formed Stock Market Dimension is a maze of fire and magma-lit rooms of red brick, filled with both computer terminals attached to the ceiling and crocodiles nakking like madmen. I can quite clearly see the gold being traded about wildly, hundreds of thousands being exchanged at once. I manage to acquire several lumps of gold and a number of bottles of liquid gold, and immediately travel back into the past a number of times to equip my past self for the dawn of the market. Returning to the SMD, I converse with a number of wealthy crocodile investors through a nearby computer terminal, and manage to swindle a solid brick of gold out of them each. I watch as they walk over to me from an area a few rooms down, and deposit numerous gold bricks into my suitcase, which I proceed to close.
Now, there is but one thing to do.
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I watch as at least a dozen mes instantaneously appear in the SMD with progressively more valuables, getting to work on the computer terminals. I enter my account on the nearest terminal, and watch as my hoard grows by the thousands. Hah. I utilize this massive influx of gold to get only the best deals out of the crocodiles. Onlookers observe in astonishment as I effortlessly and smoothly become a quintillionaire.
More and more mes flash into existence with timetables, bearing the fruits of excellent deals, which they deposit into my account, and make more deals with. The coming and going of such beings is practically omnipresent. One cannot be certain whether or not I am even in the present, at points. I travel back and forth in time, completing all of the stable time loops myself, and increasing the size of the stock market.
With a number of more entirely stable time loops, I provide a number of crocodiles with just the right amount of gold to start up the chains needed. At this point, the metal is practically worthless in the SMD. Hundreds of crocodiles merely start building permanent residences below the floor of my presence, until the entire bipedal red crocodile population of Minecraftia is living in the Stock Market Dimension, trading gold around, as if it were just a few pennies. However, it is mildly unsettling that a significant portion of the gold being traded is literally my own blood. Still, there is no time to complain. I quickly trade as much of the gold as I can for more valuable types of gold acquired in the stock market, officially marking my rise as a septillionaire.
(Sigil of Warding && Warded Tutamen Jar) && Indigo Flames = Mental Armet (9/9!)
Cognitio Ethereal Essence && Spider Silk && Knitting Needles = Arachne's Webspinners (5/10)
Eyepatch || Evocation Lens && Crystalline Auram Essentia = Conjurer's Artifice (1/???)
EVOCATION LENS: A focusing lens, typical utilized in the practice of conjuration. It reveals the inner essence of whatever it views, aiding in discerning what is best to deal with it, and such.
(+2 to Bomber)
Research Salvaging 31/50 (+2 from Bomber) ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
Imperator 13/50 ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
HELLVET: YOU HAD US CHANGE OUR LEVIATHAN! WHY YOU LITTLE-
VERDAN: Shut up, shut up, shut up! I'll handle this. The last thing we need is for the GM to be legitimately angry at us instead of correcting us.
In regards to changing up the Leviathan, I remember you adding in proximity for the Hunter-Chopper, but since the game is probably gotten a lot bigger, you probably don't have time to track closeness for all the entities. I'd say that for the Wave of Destruction, it'd be far too powerful (and definitely not accurate to the game) if it hit every single enemy entity with an 8K damage attack. I'd say that for every entity that attacks the Leviathan with a melee attack (It shouldn't be hard), that entity gets flagged for getting hit by Wave of Destruction! You never said anything about how WoD affected evasive entities, so I'm counting that as it's good. Also, you never said anything about Hydra Pump, so I'm guessing that's okay in your book.
Sorry about the HP not being as high as it should. I'm used to DTG2's entities and their health being like that, so that's what I've been using. It's okay for it to have 120K health, I guess, especially since it's pretty tough to take down in the game (then again, it has an erratic movement pattern in the game, so that helps too, but you'd probably rather not emulate that. Plus, melee attackers have to be smart because they have to exploit a safe spot in between the 3 Waves of Destruction in order to not get completely obliterated by the huge amount of bullets, but then again, you'd probably rather not emulate that either.)
Here's the text to speech in case it makes it easier (I know how people hate walls of text): http://tts.imtranslator.net/XXPq http://tts.imtranslator.net/XXPw
Is it okay if the damage remains the same?
Also, I apologize for Hellvet's lack of foresight. He can't react to something you did before you update...
Guitar Solo: 17/40
Team Buff: 2/5
Also, thanks for finishing my axe last turn. Now I can chop things up! But I'm going to need a better choppy thing...
Rusty Axe && Glass Frit == Plain Axe [Lvl.2?] 1/3
Anyways, I proceed to take the Rusty Axe (if I can use it while It's being alchemized) and take a nice decent swing into the Badge, clearing a hit!
Damage: 33K/40K [========================================]
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
Ok, everyone, we need to kill Ayaze, top priority after the Chief, or possibly before. She's just too annoying.
/null
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
She's gonna leave in 2 turns anyway. And this is the most powerful effect she has. No joke. Whatever, more power to you I guess.
/null
Eh, fine.
==Turn 1==
Salt 48/50
Imperator 20/50
+2 to Erelye.
NEW ALCHEMIES:
Flowmetal && Wand = Flowmetal Wand 3/?? (Almost certainly level 10)
Flowmetal: An Alchemiter-made compound of void metal, ichorium, bedrock, and Praecantatio essentia, previewed in DTG2. Was Level 10 in that game, and thus any alchemies made with it would have been Level 10. Hopefully the same holds true here. (Praecantatio essentia is the essentia of magic, and thus Flowmetal is more or less the perfect material for magical implements.)
Ebbmetal && Sword = Ebbmetal Sword 3/?? (Almost certainly level 10)
Ebbmetal: An Alchemiter-made compound of void metal, ichorium, bedrock, and Telum essentia, previewed in DTG2. Was Level 10 in that game, and thus any alchemies made with it would have been Level 10. Hopefully the same holds true here. (Telum essentia is the essentia of weaponry and harm, and thus Ebbmetal is more or less the perfect material for weapons.)
==Action==
Crystal takes out the Disc of Deepest Depths and prepares for an earth-magic-based assault on the Badge. Firstly, he causes a pillar of stone to rise from the ground directly under it at the approximate speed of 500 mph, knocking it into the air and heavily denting it. While it’s up there, he fragments the stone pillar, shapes each fragment into the shape of an ancient Acheulean hand axe, and hurls them at the Badge at the same 500 mph speed. Near-instantly, it has more dents and cuts on it, as well as several holes from the sheer momentum of those axes. Next, Crystal calls up magma from underneath and encases the Badge in a sphere of it. It immediately starts to heat up, before Crystal flash-solidifies the lava around it and dumps all of that heat into the Badge. The lava sphere, now obsidian, he hurls into the ground like a meteor, cracking it open and releasing the Badge. It lies there, red-hot, the HP pool and consequent resilience of entities the only thing saving it from melting into a pool of whatever metal it’s made of. Crystal takes the obsidian sphere it was once encased in and hammers the Badge with the entire thing, warping and deforming it further, before forming the entire sphere into a massive spear and stabbing the Badge clear through. Using his magical control over the obsidian spear, he lifts the Badge and places it back in its previous position on the Chief’s chest.
If the Badge is dead, this attack instead targets the Chief himself.
==Entities==
Yeah, nope.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
The aneurysm affected Tazz so badly that his entity forgot how to spell aneurysm or congratulations!
Also, Freddy, isn't it kind of hypocritical for you to lecture others on misspelling words?
/null
No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
As usual, the only way to end a war for good is to discover its beginning...and end that beginning.
So, Uzi. Sorry to let you know, but this is as far as you go.
"lol ur stooped im God."
"Actually, as the omnipotent creator of this universe, I think I fit the bill more than some bearded guy who can't escape from some rope."
IMPERATOR: 19/50 ==================================================
The Bodyguard: 7/50 ================================================== (+2 from Erelye)
+2 Erelye
Bomber was getting pretty irked by this Ayaze person, but he knew The Chief was a bigger issue at the moment. Bomber pulled out The Book of Tzeentch, prepared to fire off a spell when he received a message on his phone. Reading the message, Bomber's eyes widened. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and exited out a both metaphorical and literal back door.
Opening the door to the other side, Bomber found himself in a large cave. It was mostly empty, save for a few bipedal red crocodiles who seem to be flipping out a little. As he approached, he noticed three small, pudgy things conversing with the crocodiles. It was then that he realized they were some of his own workers, belonging to a species of demons called Devilites. The most common kind of them were short, rotund and purple with little beady eyes. Calling them imp-like was an apt description. Devilites formed a majority of Bomber's office workforce, handling paperwork and things of that nature. Why they were here was anyone's guess. Bomber stood behind the Devilites, who noticed his presence. The crocodiles made their weird nak sound a more intensely.
"So, would you three care to tell me what is going on here?" Bomber asked, raising an eyebrow. One of the Devilites replied, seeming a little proud of itself. "Well, we recorded a radical shift in the gold stocks and decided to check out the source. Apparently, an entire dimension for stock markets was created about thirty minutes ago."
This certainly piqued Bomber's interest. "Show it to me, then. I need to see this." The Devilite shuffled its feet a little nervously. "That's what we have been trying to do, but these crocodiles don't seem very willing to let us in." Bomber let out an exasperated sigh and simply pushed himself through the crocodiles, who nakked in protest. The three Devilites followed behind with the group of bipedal crocodiles. Bomber boarded an escalator that led up into a strange portal, as did everyone behind him. Emerging on the other side was an impressive sight.
It was a dimension that was entirely stock markets, full of well-dressed bipedal crocodiles running about, buying and selling gold in a hurried manner. Bomber would have shed a tear if his biology wasn't so confusing. But he did so anyway. The Devilites made little trumpet noises in surprise. Returning to his normally calm demeanor, Bomber hatched a plan. "This economy seems rather strong, but I think it could use a little.. competition."
Bomber finds a rather empty section near the entrance of the SMD and snaps his fingers. A maroon portal appeared before him, leading straight to Hellco. It had a sort of magical protection that only allowed certain personnel to enter and exit. Out of the portal comes a large crowd of Devilites of various types. Behind them was a larger Devilite, carrying a clipboard and a full mug of coffee that said "#1 Boss". Bomber didn't mind the mug, because despite what it said everyone knew that he was the TRUE #1 Boss. The larger Devilite was blue and had large horns, and after checking his clipboard and adjusting his glasses and tie he spoke to Bomber. "Hello, Bomber. I trust you are doing well today. I say, this dimension is the perfect place for us to expand our assets." Nodding, Bomber explained the plan to the Pit Boss.
Around ten minutes later, another group of Devilites came in. They were wheeling in several crates that caught the attention of the bipedal crocodiles. The other Devilites had diffused through the crowd, trading gold and making deals. Opening the crates revealed stacks upon stacks of silver ingots. Nakking in confusion, the bipedal crocodiles watched as Bomber began to demonstrate what this strange metal was for. Bomber pulled out one ingot of silver, and then walked to the nearest terminal. In a swift moment, Bomber traded it for some gold.
The crowd of crocodiles exploded in a flurry of nakking, and began running about. They began to buy, sell, and trade gold and silver robustly.
Bomber has acquired a vast amount of wealth from this operation, and the strange crocodiles seem happy enough. Bomber points out that The Chief's Badge isn't entirely made of gold, and there are trace amounts of silver in it. Eleven minutes later, they return with the badge a second time, covered in blood that's not theirs.
Kustom Shoota-Burna || Pyrothelene = Kustom Shoota-Scorcha (Level 9: 9/10)
Slot Machine Gun && RNG Device = R.N.G. (Level 8: 7/9)
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=Turn One=
(10 / 50) comic. (+2 from Insert)
(18 / 50) Eight-Legged Dance
+2 to Insert
=Action=
I call down Lord Dome for a second.
ag: The Sleuth was very blunt with what he wanted today. "We need souls."
ug: ˙ʍouʞ noʎ 'noʎ ʇsoɔ ןן,ʇɐɥʇ
ug: ˙dɐǝɥɔ ʇ,uǝɹɐ sןnos
ag: The Sleuth pleads with Dome. "But we need to donate souls to Temmie!"
ug: ˙˙˙
ug: ¿uoɯǝp ʇɐɥʇ ¿¡ǝıɯɯǝʇ
ug: ˙ɥʇnǝןs 'uǝʇsıן
ug: ˙ǝıɯɯǝʇ oʇ ןnos ɹnoʎ ǝʇɐuop ʇou op
ag: "But tem's so cut-"
Lord Dome absconds. Temmie was simply too scary.
>Sleuth: Sell your SOUL to Temmie / Tembo.
...you don't really have a SOUL. You do have a bit of code that is basically your SOUL, though.
>Sleuth: Sell that.
You proceed to sell your SOUL to Temmie / Tembo.
=Command=
Napstablook will use Tearburst on the Chief's badge. Or the Chief himself.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
Zombenstein: 36/50 (+1 Tazz)
Boney: 36/50 (+1 Tazz)
Infernal End: 8/9
The L()rd shoots an Opposite Ray at the Sun Badge! It changes it to a Moon Badge! Then The L()rd shoots the Moon Badge again, changing it back to a Sun Badge. However, the badge can't recreate pieces of the badge that are destroyed, and since the Moon Badge was in the shape of a crescent moon, the Sun Badge is missing some parts!
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
I make a huge Pro-zero pie...
I'm almost completely inactive, in case you're trawling through really old threads and notice me somewhere.
9/10 Obsidian Stronghold
11/20 EXOS Assist
My Action: I attempt to dissuade The Chief so he goes away. "You know, this is the twentieth bossfight I have been in, and not ONCE has the boss won. The boss ALWAYS dies in the end. So why should you continue in this suicidal operation?" I then realize that A: the chief is a zombie, and B: UserZero probably mind-controlled him anyways. So instead, I blast him with a fear effect, doing some damage and making him more vulnerable to follow-up attacks.
EXOS Action: I make some experimental prototype blueprints for a weapon I call the Godslayer Cannon. The Godslayer Cannon is a unique weapon designed to bring OVERWHELMING firepower to bear. Analysis indicates a high likelihood to take out even an entity as strong as the Conflict itself in one shot. Naturally, the OP Scale hates this, but I bring up a counterargument: "There are some entities that no normal engagement would have an effect on. This weapon provides a way to deal with these threats." Because the entities in charge of the OP scale would each like to use this on each other, they end up allowing it, but their nerf is that it requires a live, willing, Omega+ class Godmodder as ammo (which was actually part of my design all along). If the situation is bad enough to where an Omega+ class Godmodder would be willing to turn herself into ammo to destroy the threat, the use of this weapon would be justified.
(OOC: The real reason is likely due to the fact that both the Narrative and the Conflict fear The Black, and would rather allow this than have absolutely no defenses should some idiot unleash The Black).
SCP-713 arrives onsite (thankfully with no paradoxes). After an experiment finds the cursor can go both ways through the portal, the team sends the cursor through the portal in an attempt to capture and dissect a godmodder by using the cursor to drag it back through the portal. Unfortunately, they are trying to dissect Psi-Godmodder, who dodges the cursor easily.
Post II
Y opens the Ichor Spearbook, skimming through the leathern pages with his single eye as an expression of simultaneous boredom and amusement appears on his scar-ridden face.
Y: ...Yeah, is this seriously just the Valkzaron with Sone Orok and over half of Sone Nadox ripped out, and most of the Yaldabaoths replaced with various misspellings of Cthulhu? This feels like Pony Pals all over again.
The cyclopean enderman continues to read through the golden tome, before suddenly stopping. His lips twitch momentarily.
Y: Finally, an actually original spell. I really hope this works.
Y reads the spell, causing golden, spearlike spikes to manifest underneath Leviathan and ensnaring the beast before stabbing into it and dispensing yellow liquid weakness straight into its serpentine bloodstream.
Pitch Black 8/10
Psyche Focus 2/8
Vortex Monolith 12/15
SCP-882 9/20
00C: How much charging would it take to add Rough and 1:1 to SCP-914's functionalities?
Stock Market Dimension 3: The Electrum Crash of November 22, 2015
I step back into the gateway to the SMD around an hour and a half following my success with the gold market. Looking around, I see the radical changes in everything. Competition, you say? I walk over to the nearest computer terminal, and log in. My eyes widen when I see that gold stocks have decreased in value by twenty-eight percent. I immediately spin around, surveying the competing company carefully. Silver. Silver and gold are essentially worthless, at this point. The Devilites and bipedal red crocodiles have managed to outdo the entirety of the server's economy already. Hah.
I contemplate my options deeply. I have to do something before Hellco. overruns the gold market. How does one even do such a thing--oh. I see. I pull out a phone, interlinked maroon and teal text rolling off the screen in moments. I text a quick goodbye, and get to work. I walk into the central room, peering into the deep, magma-filled hole in the center of the place, serving as the power source for the computer terminals. I deftly leap over the railing, and dive straight downwards, toward the magma. At the last second, I pull back, teal energy rolling off of my body. I proceed to construct an alloy furnace at the bottom of the pit, locking a number of tubes and heaters into place leading up to the railing. Then, I climb the walls of the pit, and leap back over the railing, not even sparing a moment before I rush over to the nearest computer terminal. I tab into the stock percentages page, and make a quick edit.
Silver 59%
Gold/Electrum 41%
Out in the other rooms, I can hear confused nakking from the crocodiles, and some noise or other from the Devilites. I rush into the nearest room, and quickly trade some gold for a few ingots of silver. Then, I drop both a bottle of liquid gold and a silver ingot into the alloy furnace, quickly accelerating the process with psionic prowess. I hand an onlooking crocodile the resultant electrum bar. This crocodile stands rather still, staring at it for a few seconds. Then, it begins to nak. The other hundreds of well-dressed crocodiles follow suit, immediately beginning to make hundreds of electrum deals. I spin around after smelling the scent of ozone and burning, to find several future mes with timetables standing around, holding crates filled with successes from my future electrum market. I laugh somewhat, and take them all, truly beginning the electrum market.
The future mes all head back to their present, and I proceed to make countless deal after deal, watching the gold/electrum stocks soar above the silver in minutes. The Hellco. competitors are likely dumbfounded by this sudden innovation. I watch as more and more of the silver is tossed into the alloy furnace, and mixed with the gold in my stocks to create more electrum, benefiting me doubly. I collect several crates of electrum bars, and head back into the past to give them to my past self once more, truly beginning the electrum market myself.
I continue to game the SMD's economy with clever time-travel and electrum creation, slowly driving the value of silver stocks further and further into the ground. Electrum is all the rage these days. In fact, silver supplies are running quite low. I recall an analysis of the Chief's Badge. There was definitely silver in that, if only traces.
I immediately call a group of Devilites and crocodiles over, and inform them of this, telling them to bring the thing back here, once and for all. Hours later, they return, coated in blood, and the torn flesh of the Chief, bearing the Badge all the same. With some aid, we force the entire Badge into the alloy furnace, and watch as the entire thing melts, and is converted into electrum. Hundreds of ingots are shot out of the output pipe, crocodiles catching them all the while, nakking eternally.
Suddenly, all of the computers shut down at once. Everyone stands around, confused. Back on the server, something horrific has occurred. I immediately contact my business associate.
teXTlOG
TA: ew ddi it man
TA: the econoyms is sour
TA: yesy
AU: we wnin agen ye
AU: slel errythign adn gett owt
TA: only wya
TA: we gttoa gte rid fo eth trsha
AU: ye
Next thing you know, the entirety of the stock market in the possession of Hellco. and myself has been sold out to intergalactic competitors, and we have made septillions. Thus ends the tale of the Stock Market Dimension, for now. The entire server's economy has been annihilated by the Great Electrum Crash, at the least. Hah.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Bomber, it was a pleasure working with you on this mini-project, and I greatly hope that we can do this again. Hah.
Cognitio Ethereal Essence && Spider Silk && Knitting Needles = Arachne's Webspinners (6/10)
Eyepatch || Evocation Lens && Crystalline Auram Essentia = Conjurer's Artifice (2/???)
(+2 to Bomber)
Research Salvaging 36/50 (+2 from Bomber, +2 from Crystal) ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
Imperator 14/50 ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
spellbook (lvl 4) && Essence of Life Drain = Life-Drain Spellbook 3/? Can i haz levelburgers plz?
Hiring a small posse of at least 20 minecraftians, i begin creating a ritual to create my own personal portal to the SMD. (before it was shut down of course) Using massive amounts of Gold, and silver, i create an Essence of Exchange, and then repeat the process 50 times. Each time, the portal's end point grows closer to the SMD. Finally, me and my "posse" walk into the portal, carrying crates.
Upon teleporting, i notice a great many crocodiles. Since i am 2lazy to spell out that word, they are hence force referred to as CROCS. Most of them have one thing in common- They are trading absurd amounts of pure gold and silver, and there are 2 display stands with the word's "Chief's Badge" Written on the button. Huh. i guess the badge just regenerates when somebody steals it instead of killing it.
I draw yet another portal on the ground, fusing an Essence of Summoning with an Essence of Gemstones, so that the ones in the boxes can be replenished. Then, pulling a large, uncut diamond, i walk up to a terminal, and proceed to trade it for large amounts of silver and gold.
Then, i offer to sell most of my gemstones at cheap.
The red crocodiles promptly rush the portal, while my posse sells them gemstones at an absurd price. Meanwhile, i take some of the gems not for sale, and using my massive stockpile of gold and silver, create jewelry, which i then show them. They go crazy over it, praising me for inventing a method of storing wealth in such a pretty way. Before long, a line of Crocodile Jewelers open up, combining gems with silver or gold. Meanwhile, pretty gemstones are oft-traded, uncut or cut whilst i earn massive amounts of profit, easily suppressing septdeclioniares.
I then inform them that the Chiefs badge is an awesome piece of jewelry, and might have gemstones inside of it.
The red crocodiles return with the Chiefs badge (for some reason encrusted with gems), covered in blood cleary not their own. They promptly melt it down in a massive, alloy furnace at the same time as the other badge with silver in it is melting.
Then, to ensue no paradox's due to the SMD suddenly dying out, i split the SMD into 2: The area where TheLordErelye
and Bomber dominated and created the Electrum Crash, and one area that refused to trade int he Electrum and instead was taken over by a jewelery and gemstones craze.
Then i convert half my riches in the SMD to Minecraft proper, thus forever breaking the (rather fragile, considering the battlefield) economy.
Whoops, didn't see that collab coming. Oh well. At least this should prevent any paradox's.
39/50 Upgrade system
22/50 what
Posts may contain high amounts of stupid.
. And you know what the best part of all this is? You'll DO it. And then you'll lose to me again. And again. And again!!! Because you want a "happy ending." Because you "love your friends." Because you "never give up." Isn't that delicious? Your "determination." The power that let you get this far... It's gonna be your downfall!
EDIT: Oh right, I'm dead. I respawn. Or prepare to respawn.
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