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The Hourglass: ================================================== 50/50 SUMMONING...
The Pact: ================================================== 36/50 (+6 from Cobalt, +1 from Tazz)
(+6 from TFT, +2 from jondanger, FBSN, and Revan in reserve)
I +3 crystalcat.
Ultra Greed buys and uses Double Down. Asterism uses Tone Deaf. The Nuclear Throne uses Nuclear Fusion. The first two attack the Hulk, and the latter attacks Steven.
Hey Tazz, I have a question. Could you keep track of the upgrades Ultra Greed's bought in the EOTB? It would be a big help.
The Scribe retreats to his underground bunker another time, navigating his way through a complex series of monitors and other such devices. He looks at an object in the corner of the room - his intangible box. The Scribe opens it, seeing the two symbols of unfathomable power already contained inside. Soon, there will be a third. And later still, a fourth. But the Fourth is what the Scribe is here to claim. He must go on another journey across the folds of Minecraftia.
The Scribe picks up the box, shoving it inside his jacket. He then navigates to another vault, pulling out the form of an ancient relic he used in a previous attack - the Crux Ansata. It has been broken back up into its crystalline shards, but the Scribe once again seals them inside a glass jar, which will be broken when the time is right. The Scribe then takes his Journal, flipping it to the page on Desert Temples. The Scribe takes out his leaking pen, mumbling a phrase to himself. Suddenly, the pen lights up with purple flame.
An eerie light casts itself onto the Journal... A light that is the antithesis of itself. A blacklight, perhaps? That sounds like a fitting name. The blacklight, at complete odds to the visible light found across all universes and all realities, coats a purple sheen across the page, revealing glowing white ink - invisible ink. The Scribe nods solemnly, perhaps not daring to let emotion cross his face. "Invisible ink. The perfect way to keep secrets to those unaware. Of course, now you all know of its presence, which makes the whole thing rather unnecessary, hm? Whatever. I'd like to see any of you hold this book without combusting."
There are new phrases splattered across the pages, written in hasty writing. The Sandfallers were not gods, but men. In fact, evidence shows the pantheon consisted of only one being. A man with the Crux Ansata who manipulated a legion of sand to masquerade as other gods. He formed entire people and civilizations out of grains of sand... And I think I know why. Deserts are recent. Much younger than the rest of the world. At least, my own world. Some event must have happened to create all these deserts... Some kind of machine powerful enough to manipulate entire biomes into living sand. No doubt what the Sandfallers truly sought was some kind of device that can rewrite time and space. But they couldn't find it. No one could. Except for those brave enough to defy religion and go on the quest for The Gate. The Fourth is the answer. The Glowing Hourglass that turns back Time like a Wheel, and orchestrates the Sand's Fall. The Crossroads of Destiny. The Spiral of Sight. There are several images, too - a cloaked figure wearing the Crux Ansata, diagrams of some kind of landscape gradually turning into desert, and schematics for some kind of superweapon laced with occult imagery.
The Scribe laughs to himself. "That's what I want, huh? To play god. Perhaps this hourglass can show me the way in a way that Octothorpe, Pilcrow, and Asterism have not. To remind me of my past mistakes, to drag me into deeper darkness... Will it do me good? Will it do me wrong? I suppose there's only one way to find out." The Scribe moves to one of his computer monitors, activating some kind of microphone. "Hughes, it's the Scribe. I'm calling you because I need your help." There's some kind of voice obscured by faint static in the background. "Scribe? Is that you? How's it going? Finally detected a paradox, huh? I've heard lots of reports, but haven't done much about 'em. Figured you had it all under control." The Scribe doesn't move. "You could say that. Anyway, I need to talk to you. But not here. Meet me at the Restaurant at the End of the Internet. Try to be discreet." The voice laughs on the other end. "You got it. See you there! I wonder what kind of mad science experiment you're doing this time..." There's a hissing noise. The Scribe turns away. "Mad being the operative word, of course."
At a wrong turn in reality, sitting right next to a 404 page for an unknown website in the corners of the deep web, there exists a restaurant. Those who make it to this establishment can take solace in the fact that they've made it to the end of everything the virtual dimension has to offer. They've made it to the Restaurant at the End of the Internet.
Sitting there is a figure dressed in a fedora and trench coat that does little to conceal bulky space marine weaponry and various futuristic gear. The figure is Hughes, an operative of the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron. He has been sitting there for a few minutes, debating what to order, when another man walks into the restaurant. It's the Scribe. Hughes looks up, grinning. "So ya made it! Tell me, was the trip complicated?" The Scribe doesn't return Hughes' gaze. "No. Getting here is easy if you follow the right hyperlinks." The Scribe looks at the guy on the other end of the counter. "Get me another one of those... cheezburgers. Yeah. Extra ketchup." The Scribe sits down, the various objects and weaponry in his coat clattering against each other.
Hughes looks at the Scribe excitedly. "So why'd you drag us both out here? What's so important that I need to know, away from anyone at your little war, eh?" The Scribe looks at Hughes for a second, then turns away. "It's not little. It's bigger than you, me, any artifice of science, or any god." Hughes laughs faintly. "Heh, uh. Alright then. So! You got a case for me to crack? A paradox in need of solving? I've got some crystals right here!" The Scribe puts up his hand. "I'm not looking to find a paradox - or start one. I just need you to come with me. It's... It's about The Gate."
Abandoning all sense of happiness, Hughes looks at the ground. "How many of them have you killed." The Scribe's eyes glow. "Two." Hughes looks at the Scribe. "Can you still back out of it? Are you past the point of no return?" The Scribe leans back. "No, but we're getting close. The third one's on his way out. And as for the fourth, well..." The Scribe slides Hughes a holographic card that displays an hourglass and a series of numbers. "That's why we're here. I need to ask you how we can break into the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron Vault."
Hughes looks at the Scribe like he has three eyes. "You're asking me to break the law again. Look, I... Scribe, I value our friendship, alright? But you can't keep using my position of authority to do things like this! I don't want to have to put you behind bars!" The Scribe chuckles, but his laugh is devoid of humor. "Oh, but you're wrong. I can keep using your position to my advantage. And I think I will." Hughes grows angry. "Just what are you suggesting here, Scribe. What do you have that's letting you pull things like this?" The Scribe sighs. "This."
Putting up his hand, the Scribe takes off his glove, showing his bare hand to Hughes. Burned into it is the symbol of an hourglass that faintly glows with cyan light. Hughes stares at it. "What... How deep into this are you, Scribe. How far have you gone." The Scribe grins. "Too far. I have the other eight etched into other parts of my body. You're not finding them. You never will." Hughes puts his head in his hand. "So all this time... You've been using a Curse to take control of me? To use me? To take my sanity from me?" The Scribe sighs. "Yes. And this isn't the first time I've explained it to you either. I've told you all this before. Several times before. Each time you realize it, you get upset. Then I make you forget. And we move on. Like it never happened at all."
Hughes growls, pounding his fist on the table. Cracks appear across its surface. "But WHY? Why keep doing this? Why break the law, why tell me, why drag us here to do it?? Scribe, you're a--" The Scribe stands up. "I NEED TO DO THIS! I need to prove myself better than THEM! Those gods that set up there in their fancy palaces! Notch, Jeb, the whole lot of them! They didn't come from here! They're outsiders! People from another plane who stumbled upon something they couldn't understand and tried to sculpt meaning from it!" Hughes glares at the Scribe. "And how are you any different."
The Scribe glares at Hughes. "What." Hughes paces nervously. "Look at you, kid. Not even a millennium old and you think you're the best thing since infinite bread. You think you've seen all the multiverse has in store, that you're better than the creators of the universe? Just how self-absorbed do you have to be to think something like that? What are you even doing this for? Why are you trying to get to The Gate?" The Scribe stops. "...Because I've gone too far. I can't stop now. I dragged myself into this cycle of darkness, and I can't let it end until I reach the beginning of time." Hughes grits his teeth. "WHY. Why are you running past all your problems in a frenzy to get to some... some MacGuffin??"
The Scribe takes off his goggles in a flash, revealing... Nothing. He... He doesn't have any eyes. Where they should be is only scar tissue. "I'VE HAD TOO MUCH TAKEN FROM ME! My innocence, my past, my future! I started this because I learned the gods weren't all they were cracked up to be! And I'm still doing this because I have nothing left to lose! You think this is all about knowledge for me? Knowledge? Really? It's all about the power, Hughes! Exploiting others, making deals, preparing for the big day!" The Scribe takes out his Journal. "This book? It's a goddamn weapon! A catalog of death! An artifact of destruction!"
Hughes stops. "I'm turning you in." The Scribe laughs. "No you're not." Hughes yells. "YES! I AM!" The Scribe holds up his hand, his eyes glowing with cyan power. "No. You're not. Timewheel."
And then everything went black.
Hughes' entire body once again goes rigid, his mind blanking out. He knows nothing but the Scribe's influence. His eyes flickering with cyan energy, Hughes speaks. "The Scribe is the master. Hughes is the nobody. The nobody fulfills the master's wishes so that he can achieve enlightenment." The Scribe sighs with relief. "Good. This thing still works... It's nice to know the Curse of the Fourth won't fail me after all this time." The Scribe paces around Hughes. "Sorry, it's just... I've had this conversation so many times before. It's gotten so boring, and... I just needed to shut you up." Hughes blinks. "The Scribe's actions are flawless. Hughes will obey every command given to him. Hughes is the nobody." The Scribe puts his goggles back on. They blink. "...Right."
The Scribe stares at Hughes. "So here's what you're going to do, Hughes. You're going to take me to your secret little headquarters, and you're going to lead me to exactly where the Vault is. Once we're there, you're stripping one of the guards there of their rank and giving me their uniform so I blend in. Then we're heading into the deepest level of the Vault and you're letting me find Artifact 464F5552. You will have no recollection of what I've really been doing to you, and we will remain the best of friends, just like we... just like..." The Scribe falters. "...No." He lowers his hand. "This is... Can I ask this of you?" Hughes does not move. "If the master has doubts, the nobody will see to it that his doubts are purged. The master should not feel doubt because he is flawless in every way. Everything he does is of the highest order. His word is law. He is."
The Scribe, laughing, raises his hand gain. "Right you are, nobody. Right you are. I'll let you think I'm an image of perfection, just like I've let myself think it one too many times. I'm going to let you slip out of this trance now. Once you regain awareness, you are going to do everything I've asked of you, and we will remain friends. In fact, we're going to be so good friends that you're going to give me... Hm. How about a million units? That should be enough to pay a visit to the Venusian System so I can get a few golden weapons." The Scribe's hand flashes with light again. "Sandfall." Hughes blinks, his eyes returning to normal as the Scribe puts his glove back on. "Ugh... Scribe... What happened?"
Picking up his things, the Scribe starts moving out the door. "Nothing. We were just talking about how great it would be if we went to the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron Headquarters." Hughes' face lights up. "Oh yeah, of course! There's been something at its deepest level that I want to show you! I have a feeling you're going to really enjoy it." Suddenly, someone behind the Scribe clears his throat. It's the person behind the counter of the restaurant, the one who was supposed to give the Scribe his order. Sighing, the Scribe walks up the counter. "How much can I pay you to pretend that you didn't see any of what just happened."
The man behind the counter laughs. "Oh, Scribe. I won't tell anyone what I saw. You don't need to bribe me like you've done to all those other people." The Scribe glares. "...Right. You know I have over a million ways of killing you where you stand if you decide to let my journey slip, correct?" The man at the counter raises his hands defensively. "Hey, just because you go around spilling your secrets to every forumgoer willing to listen doesn't mean I'll do the same. After all, it's rude to talk about people who are listening. Just go on your suicide pact." The Scribe laughs. "Sure thing. And thanks for the cheezburger." The Scribe grabs the burger, takes a single bite, and heads out the door. "Hughes! We're going." Hughes runs after the Scribe. "Wait for me!"
Chuckling, the man behind the counter polishes the countertop before flickering into the image of a skeletal figure with a cracked face in a black coat. He then disappears entirely. Someone runs out of the kitchen with a cheezburger. "The order for the Scribe is... done? Hey, where'd he go?"
Moments later, the Scribe and Hughes have walked through the front door of reality and are now standing in the middle of the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron's Headquarters. The Scribe takes in the view - he's standing in the middle of a massive futuristic hub warped by alien geometries. There are hallways leading every which way, battalions of troops roaming through in rank and file, and various computer monitors displaying various sections of reality, seemingly reporting recent paradox activity. The Scribe whistles. "You've got some kind of operation going on here." Hughes chuckles. "Thanks for the praise, Scribe. Yep, this whole thing works like one amazing well-oiled machine. And it's all thanks to our extensive network of paradox detectors, plus the watchful guidance of the Time Baby. That... And the thing I'm about to show you. Follow me."
Hughes heads through the wall, which slides upwards. The Scribe ducks through before it can close. The two are in a dimly lit chamber that leads straight down - there's a staggering vertical descent. "Don't worry, Scribe. I know all the shortcuts. If you can't walk on the wall, just jump." The Scribe takes Hughes' advice, jumping straight down. Hughes calls after him. "Hey! I didn't mean that literally! Ugh, be careful down there!" Hughes glides down the wall, but finds the Scribe standing leisurely at the bottom. "What took you so long?" he says with a scoff.
Moving past the Scribe, Hughes motions to another set of doors. "Take the one on the left. We'll pop out near the entrance to the Vault. ...Actually, stay here. You're going to need a guard's uniform to blend in. Hang on, I'll get one for you." Hughes walks out the door, leaving the Scribe in the narrow chamber. "Great idea, Hughes. Leaving someone like me alone in a facility with millions of potentially lethal objects." Someone walks through the door behind the Scribe. "-blasted Weirdmageddon, damaging the stability of our..." The figure stops, turns around, and looks at the Scribe. "Who the hell are you." The Scribe sighs. "A good friend of Hughes. You know the guy, right? Broad shoulders, really official-looking, puts his trust in others too easily? Yeah." The figure - his nametag reads Lolph - just sighs. "Don't touch anything. If Hughes has gotten you this far, you know what you're doing." He walks up the wall.
Hughes walks in a few seconds later, holding a patch that displays the image of a purple hourglass - really, it's two triangles arranged in the shape of one. "Put this on. You'll instantly assume the proper uniform, fitted perfectly to your... specifications. No one will know." The Scribe puts on the patch. "Perfect." Instantly, a full-body set of black armor springs up around his being, outfitted with decals and a nametag that only displays obfuscated text. Hughes laughs. "You really don't want your name getting out, do you?" The Scribe turns away. "If you had a name as bad as mine, you'd keep it under wraps too. Besides, names have power. You and I both know that." Hughes walks out the door. "Whatever. Just follow me, alright? The walk to the lowest level won't take too long."
The Scribe walks across the room to a massive archway leading to a hollow circular room with what looks like a complex transporter in the middle, large enough to fit a good amount of people on it. The Scribe and Hughes walk across the room with no suspicion, although the Scribe does see what appears to be a naked being lying on the floor and sobbing to himself. The Scribe laughs at himself about how he's wearing the clothes of a soon-to-be-dead man.
Hughes slides a button on the transporter's control panel to the lowest possible setting, indicating a journey to the lowest possible floor. The transporter whirs to life, crystalline light flooding the chamber as the Scribe feels himself blink out of existence and suddenly reconstitute in another place kilometers away. Hughes and the Scribe end up in a small chamber with a massive golden airlock that has a set of numbers and letters airbrushed onto it: "524547454E45534953."
Messing with a control panel next to the airlock, Hughes punches in some numbers and the airlock retracts. There is another, smaller gold airlock that reads "42494E415259," then another large one that reads "494E564153494F4E," then a small cobalt one that reads "50415241424C4553," then another large gold one that reads "44455343454E54," then another small gold one that reads "534944454C494E4553," then a descending staircase with seven steps that leads to a half-orchid half-gold airlock that reads "545249414C53," and finally, an extremely large white airlock that reads "524556454C4154494F4E53."
After the final airlock is opened, Hughes and the Scribe find themselves at the edge of an absolutely massive chamber dominated by two large pyramidal chunks of glowing blue crystal floating in the air. At the top and bottom are interlocking gold rings with spinning gold lines connecting them. As the crystals float in the air, they project images from the past that are seemingly about the wars and conflicts the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron has fought in. When the Scribe takes a step forward, the crystal only displays the Scribe holding a leaking pen. Hughes motions to the crystal. "Here we are. Artifact 464F5552. Codenamed Ampersand. We found chunks of this thing scattered across a planet in Sector Pangram. All of them surrounded a giant crater torn across the world, as if it impacted the planet and was broken up into thousands of chunks. We reassembled them the best we could, and kept the thing hidden here, in our most secret chamber."
The Scribe laughs. "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Tell me more about this thing." Hughes walks forward, still a very far way off from Ampersand. "Its arrival into Sector Pangram caused quite a paradox. It happened a few billion years ago, back when we didn't have nearly as much technology as we do now. Mind you, we were still powerful... but finding Ampersand changed all that. We traced its origins back to some kind of pocket dimension in a relatively unexplored region of the Void. As far as we can tell, Ampersand is one of many such crystals. They have the power to broadcast any event ever recorded, as long as it happened in the past. That's what we can tell, anyway."
As Hughes speaks, more and more images are displayed across Ampersand's surface, all with a blue tinge. The Scribe sees various events in them, such as a man in a trenchcoat talking with some kind of artifact, a massive war in a plains biome with a human soldier being knocked into a trench, a green mutant rolling across a wasteland, a variety of odd creatures being sucked into a giant kaleidoscopic X in the sky, and UserZero and the Godmodder arguing - just like they did when the Scribe first appeared on the Zeroth Server.
Hughes turns to the Scribe. "There's a catch, though. This thing's imbued with a large amount of temporal energy. As far as we know, this thing is literally a gigantic time machine. It's completely unanchored from the normal spacetime continuum - a walking paradox if mishandled. Ampersand's been through a lot of points in the past, and even some in the future. Of course, to it, everything preceding the furthest point it's been in on the timeline is the past - even if it isn't for us. We've used that loophole to track down a large number of paradoxes right away by cataloguing them in our databanks and dealing with them when we detect them. This thing is revolutionary! And I thought you'd want to see it in action."
Miles away, in another chamber of the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron's aboveground section, Lolph checks in through a sliding door. There are five other members of the team lounging around the chamber, which appears to be some kind of rec room. "Hello there, officers." The others wave before returning to what they're looking at - a holographic computer screen. "What are you... looking at?" One of them looks up. "Before you check back to the Time Hub, you should take a look at this. We've detected some anomalous behavior near the Vault." Lolph laughs. "Paradoxes? Here?" The group shares a laugh. "No, not paradoxes... Just come here."
Lolph slides over, looking at the computer screen. Various windows have been opened, with all of them revealing various information. "There's the Interdimensional Bank Registrar, a camera feed of Nexus A100, and a compendium of all D-Rank officers. We've detected strange data in all three sources," the officer says. Lolph looks puzzled. "Strange data?" The officer - his name is Ritter - nods. "Yeah. There's been a transfer of a million units from Hughes' account in the Registrar..." Ritter points to a red line connecting a picture of Hughes to a heavily glitched out image with numerals surrounding the line. "...to an unknown account. Then you have the camera feed pointed directly at the vault." There's nothing wrong with the camera feed; the guard stationed there is standing still as normal, and there's no disturbances or outside activity. Yet every so often, a cyan tinge fills the screen.
Lolph squints his eyes. "So? There's nothing out of the ordinary there." Another officer - Reynolds - talks. "Don't be so quick to judge. I've studied these feeds for years on end. There's something messing with them - they're only displaying the same animation over and over. We sent some officers down there right now and they're not showing up." Lolph looks perturbed. "...And what about the D-rank officer list?" Ritter sighs. "That's the worst part. The guard that was assigned at the Vault? The one at the camera? His name was Lou Chyon. He's been terminated." Lolph is very upset now. "What? Stripped of rank and uniform?" Ritter nods. "The execution is scheduled for 1600 hours. No idea what he did, though. He was a nice guy, never went out of line."
Lolph paces around the room. "Now that I think of it... I've seen something odd, too. There was a strange man near the Vault, I was just there. He was magnetic, for lack of a better word. But at the same time, he was so forgettable. Like if I didn't stare directly at him, he wasn't there. He said he was a close friend of Hughes, even though I've never seen him around before." Another officer bolts upright. His name is Xyler. "Oh damn. Did he have goggles? And a bandana covering his mouth? And a really long jacket?" Lolph nods uneasily. "Crap. CRAP. I know EXACTLY who we're dealing with. Guys, get all of your equipment ready."
Xyler cocks a plasma rifle. "Break's been cancelled. We need to kill a wanted criminal."
The Scribe walks even closer to Ampersand. Hughes keeps talking. "Now, sometimes, this thing targets specific people individually. Their eyes glow with a cyan light, and Ampersand reacts to them, changing colors to reflect their personality. From past experiments, it looks like Ampersand pulls memories specifically from their past and forces them to relive them. Why? We--" Then Hughes is gone. And so is the entire chamber. The only thing left is Ampersand. The Scribe looks at his own body, seeing that it is now a shimmering outline. Then, a voice appears. It starts out soft, but increases in pitch and volume exponentially, as if a hundred different people are echoing the same sentences. "Hello there, Scribe. I have been expecting you."
The Scribe grins. "Ampersand. So we finally meet, face to... face?" "Yes, I suppose you could call my entire being a face. After all, I use it to think. To see. To hear. But you don't care, do you? You just want this to be over with." The Scribe tries to move, but floats aimlessly instead, not expecting a lack of gravity. "Truth be told, yes. I do. I'm bored of this charade now. I want my journey to be over and done with, so I'd like it if you could come with me to the Zeroth Server of Minecraftia. There's a war going on there that you really need to die in."
Ampersand laughs in a sound that resembles nails scraping on a chalkboard. "For all the research you've done on the Gate and its Order, you don't really know any of us, do you? You just know the images warriors and charlatans have given of them over the centuries. Granted, you definitely know more than most would. Using Odal on the First was quite ingenious, and at least you've actually found the Vox." The Scribe holds a golden instrument in his hand for a brief second, then puts it away. "He'll get it when the time is right." "Of course. All of the Order has something missing, or something that can be lost. The First lost its mind, but you gave it one, then tore it away. The Second lost its shape, but you gave it one, then tore it away. The Third lost its voice... And I?"
The Scribe rolls his eyes. "You're not going to tell me, are you." Ampersand laughs again, but softer this time. "No. For all my talking, I'm not really one with words. My expertise lies more with images. By showing people the things they've already done, I attempt to give them insight. And with that, foresight. You expect this to happen to you. You think I'm going to give you some magical sight quest and, just by seeing the memories you yourself have seen countless times, you'll understand yourself better." The Scribe laughs without finding anything funny. "Perhaps. But I've always figured some 'divine' commentary would liven things up a bit." "Perhaps. I suppose I should make this interesting for you. I'll be showing you one of your most personal memories. I would ask you if you're ready or not, but this isn't exactly something you can prepare for."
The surface of Ampersand lights up, glitching out immensely as the background of reality warps around. There is a flash of nothingness, and then... the Scribe's vision clears. It's nighttime somewhere on a Minecraftian world. The stars and the moon are shining visibly overhead, and there are no clouds. Ampersand looms in the sky, only its outline being visible. It looks like its surface has blended into its surroundings. The Scribe remembers this perfectly. It's the night his life changed forever.
Walking out of a forest is a group of nine boys. Six of them are Humans, and three of them are Testificates. They all seem to be in varying emotional states, as if they're all feeling differently about what's ahead of them. Walking in the back of the group, and pleading with the others to turn around, is a Human with a long jacket, a rippling scarf, and some goggles. The Scribe recognizes himself instantly. His fashion sense hasn't changed much, although his use of hammerspace certainly has. "Come on, guys," the Scribe says. "Are we really going to do this? We could-" "What?" one of the Testificates interrupts him. "Notch is gonna come down and smite us with lightning? Ha, right. I'm not turning into a witch today. Pshhh." The Scribe's voice cracks. "That's a proven FACT, blockhead! Testificates have been shown to develop occult tendencies when exposed to lightning or radiation! And Notch could certainly kill us all right now for doing this!"
The Testificate turns around. "Then why hasn't he, kid? You know what? I'm gonna humor you. Alright, Notch! Come out and face me!" The Testificate looks to the sky, mocking the image of a cross. The other members of the group howl with laughter. "This kid over here thinks you're gonna kill us! If you are, then prove it, tough guy! Prove it!" Someone's rolling on the floor with laughter, though the Scribe jumps, thinking he's dead. The Testificate sneers. "That's what I thought. Now come on. This graveyard isn't gonna desecrate itself."
Concealed in the night, the group trudges across the ending of the forest, where grass gives way to loose dirt, and then to sand. In a matter of seconds, the group is walking across rolling sand dunes. They're holding torches to keep away the monsters and perils of the night, but a fierce wind is blowing through the cold nighttime desert, putting them out. The group hastily relights their torches every so often as they make their way towards a temple in the distance. A Desert Temple. The Scribe gulps, as does his current incarnation. "You remember this all too well. None of them listened." "No," the Scribe says. "They didn't. Not until it was too late."
The group makes it to the entrance of the Desert Temple. It's quite large, and decorated with redstone torches that stay lit forever, undaunted by the screaming wind. The group finds it hard to stay rooted to the ground with the powerful gusts blowing every which way, and after a particularly forceful gust of wind, the Scribe's jacket is torn off of him, flying away. The Scribe's current form tries to catch it on impulse - but he passes through it. There are some laughs across the group, but they can't be heard over the din. "Come on!" yells one of the humans. "We should be protected in here." The group races through the Desert Temple, laughing about how strong the wind is. The Desert Temple resembles a twisted church made of sandstone - writings and inscriptions on the walls, some torn-down chairs, and rings of small stones crafted into the floor. No, not stones. Graves.
"So," the Scribe begins. "You're serious about this." The Testificate who talked smack before laughs again. "You can never take a joke too far. This ain't even a joke anymore." "Yeah," says one of the humans. "As cool as you are, you're seriously obsessed with believing in Notch and all that crap." The Scribe stomps his foot. "Because he's real! You can't ignore the influence of the gods! Not when it's all around you! What, you think this universe came from nothing? That this cube of rock we call home was just formed through millions of cycles of influence and was created from rock and dust just by being spun around a star that just happened to form in this gigantic universe we call home? Is it that crazy to believe that, just like we craft blocks, someone out there crafted us?" The Testificate's determined gaze falters, but then he steels himself with resolve. "I don't care if your dad's head priest. As far as I know, he's forced you to believe that stuff. He probably brainwashes you with it every night before you go to bed and tells you to pray to Notch so the scary mobs don't kill you." The Scribe shifts impatiently. "What if he did?" The Testificate laughs, once again turning his back. "That's all I needed to hear. Vert! Sean! Help me kick over these gravestones."
The Scribe could only watch, horrified, as the three Testificates began ripping out the gravestones of the Desert Temple, pulling out crude pickaxes, and breaking them. The Scribe only saw lives flicker and die before his eyes. Names, birth dates, death dates, and small lines in between meant to represent the sum total of a being's accomplishments. Crumbled into dust, reduced to nothing. Death after death. These people had the gall to mar a sacred and hallowed place just to prove some point. No, more than that. Just to tarnish his beliefs. An expression of rage crossing his face, the Scribe himself wrenches out one of the gravestones, hurling it across the room and smacking the chief Testificate in the back of the head. He flashes red, stumbling over. The chaos stops. Everyone turns to look at the Scribe.
The Testificate spits... blood. "Bad idea, kid." The Testificate charges at the Scribe. One second, he's bearing down on him - and the next... he's gone. The Testificate's eyes have gone white, his body a gray afterimage. It fades away into ashes. The entire group looks on, horrified. The Scribe is catatonic. "I... I... What?" The roof of the Desert Temple splits in two. Indigo lightning tears the desert asunder, reducing the sand dunes to spikes of glass. Something is changing in the sky. The moon is washed away, the stars blinking out, as a tear in the heavens reveals itself. A crack, a splinter, a shatter, a break. Soon, a gigantic kaleidoscopic X upsets the balance of the night sky.
Unearthly light is poured onto the remains of the Desert Temple. The group breaks down hysterically, scattering themselves. The wind is howling. Nothing can be heard over the indigo lightning. With each strike, another member of the group is turned into ash. The wind is howling. Shapes are flying out of the X now; geometric anomalies. The wind is howling. Winged balls that look directly at what's left of the group's souls. The wind is howling. The Testificates and humans are dancing mad, trying to flee, but the eyes petrify them into ash. The wind is howling. The Scribe is left, shell-shocked, in the middle of it all. The wind is howling. His thoughts are clouded, his beliefs torn apart. The wind is howling. The Scribe doesn't know what to think; he stares at his hands. The wind is howling. An ear-splitting laugh that eternally rises blasts apart the desert.
The wind is howling.
The memory shuts itself off, the Scribe and Ampersand returning to the original cyan field. "Your faith in the gods was shattered from that day. The gods were real, and that incident proved it more than ever. But you came to the conclusion that whatever the gods were, they didn't understand what they had created. Their were other, more occult beings far worse than the gods you had been taught to respect. And you couldn't handle those thoughts, however true they were." The Scribe nods sadly. "I couldn't forget it if I tried. They all died around me. I wouldn't call them all my friends... But they were the only people I knew. I went to school with them. Learned how to read, to craft, to farm. And then they died because they couldn't understand the power of the gods."
Ampersand laughs. "And you did?" "Better than them. I'll never truly understand gods. How they think, what makes them tick. But I've always dreamed of doing the next best thing. Not even becoming one myself, no. If the gods that rule us are corrupt, I'm just going to have to tear them apart." Ampersand sighs. "I know where this is going. This was no doubt the inciting moment, the direct cause, of your descent. Not necessarily into madness, but into... hell." The Scribe paces around. "So now you're going to show me the memories of everyone who tried to conquer all of you and failed, right? You're gonna try and stop me from going down this path? Is that it?" Ampersand gleams with light. "No. I cannot stop you. I can only give you time to reflect. To think about what you have done wrong. And believe me, you've done plenty wrong."
The room goes dark, the only visible source of light being Ampersand. Images broadcast themselves across its surface - the Scribe in an office signing papers. A field with the sounds of explosions, marching, and arrows whizzing by. The Scribe wrapping himself in bandages, walking across the horizon. The Scribe entering the Void. The Scribe writing in his Journal. The Scribe finding himself at the foot of an immensely tall mountain range with wind so strong it eats away at his being. The Scribe being haunted by nightmares. The Scribe traveling to every kind of temple imaginable. The Scribe creating an underground lab bunker, the stench of burning flesh permeating the area as he howls in agony. Then Ampersand's surface blips into nothingness, once again revving up with a final image:
The Scribe, rendered as a speck against an unfathomably tall door.
The light turns itself back on, the Scribe taken aback. "What did you - did you just... Did you just tell me I'm going to make it to the Gate??" Ampersand gleams with energy. "I have seen many things. All in the past, according to me. But some events in the future, according to you. Your timeline is just that - a line. One that I can travel across at will. Yet I can see a great deal of alternate timelines as well. Some stable, most doomed. Events that would normally never come to pass do. Why? A freak accident? Pure luck? I do not know." The Scribe growls. "So that means you showed me an alternate timeline." "I will leave you to reflect on that." "No, no, NO! I'm sick of these cryptic half-assed japes! If you're so intent on giving me answers, then give me answers!" Ampersand displays static. "Very well. Do not hold me responsible for this."
Ampersand powers up immensely, preparing for something big... And then--
the Scribe sees three, no, four wars, playing out simultaneously at different points in a horribly amalgamated timestream, all of them happening at different points in space and time yet they can be viewed at the exact same time, all the same faces, all the same places, yet different names, different games, wars shaped by narrative and conflict, stories sculpted by authors sealed off from their world by dots and pixels and lines of code and computer screens, who created characters to entertain themselves and others that were mimics of the horrific brutality going on a multiverse away, wars fought by reality warpers, by godmodders, warriors, and their descendants, wars fought by players, soldiers, alchemists, and fabled titles revered by history for ages and eons to come, wars that were so powerful they decimated entire planets, entire star systems, entire universes into the ash from where they came, wars that were so powerful the people who took part in them were some of the most blatantly overpowered beings to grace this plane of existence, wars that were so powerful they attracted the ire of pure corruption, of horrific brainwashing sentient supercomputers, of sacred artifacts, of rogue personalities, of twin suns a void apart, of the council of the afterlife and the gatekeeper that stands between them, of the gods, of devils, of angels, of demons, of love, of hate, of a puppet and the puppeteer he claimed to be, of facilitators, of assassins, and of masters, wars that were so flawed in their execution their lives and deaths were like atomic bombs firing on all four corners of this wretched rock you call home, and they were fought by people who didn't know what they were getting themselves into but were forced to hang on for the ride lest they find themselves being thrown off, by people who knew all too well what they were doing and were powerless to stop it, by people who stuck to the paradigms and played by the rules, by people who spat in the face of destiny and tried to make their own, and by people who walked the middle road, observing the chaos with a keen eye and a smug grin, wars that knew only destruction and failed to entertain the simplest notion of any kind of peace, wars with no end that tumbled across time and space, ensnaring all they saw in their vice grip and choking the life out of them, wars that were so cancerous and obscene that they forced those who fought in them to use up all the creativity they could ever have so they could fight for their lives, forced those who fought to speak loud and shoot even louder, forced those who fought to type up massive walls of text such as the author hiding behind this screen is doing now, wars that blurred the line between this reality and the one beyond the screen, and the Scribe sees reality beyond the screen, a forbidden world not contained by code or by polygon, but by real atomic structure, the world that shapes his own dimension, and it's so real that if he concentrates he can touch it
--there is nothing. The Scribe is blown backwards, smoke curling off of his body. Ampersand lowers to the ground, dimming. "You aren't ready. Imagine having that much information coursing through your being every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year of every century of every millenium of every eon. It's madness, really. Madness in its purest form. People go insane not because they've seen too little, but because they've seen too much." The Scribe tries to stand up, wobbling on his knees. " " Ampersand laughs. "Speechless, are you? I can't say I blame you. If I were you, which I am in a way, seeing as I'm sharing your mind right now, I'd be feeling like a very small dot in an impossibly big reality. Good thing I'm not really you." The Scribe speaks, coughing. "please" Ampersand hovers in place. "come with me." The Scribe extends a hand, pulling off his glove. Ampersand turns a bright red color, electricity crackling across it. "You dare to inscribe our forms onto your own body? The ultimate mark of defilement? What is the matter with you that you are so infatuated with us that merely holding our souls isn't enough? You seek to contain our powers on your very body?" "you make it sound like i haven't done it already."
The Scribe turns around, an exit door appearing. "now, come with me. i need your help. i know you're going to die, and i really don't care about your life. what i do care about is you die, and how quickly you can do so. and what better way to die then to participate in a meaningless war, huh?" Ampersand sighs. "...So be it. But before we go, I have one last thing to tell you." The Scribe sighs. "get on with it. you already broke my mind once, and i haven't quite picked up the pieces." Ampersand powers up again, but not as great. "The thing that I'm missing... I'm only one part of an exponentially bigger whole. Hughes told you how they picked up the pieces of me after I crashlanded on that planet? I was only one chunk of a massive crystal wheel. The Timewheel." The Scribe's eyes flash with recognition. The symbol on his hand glows. "We had the power to manipulate time itself, but at the very beginning of time, our energy became so great that we were shattered across time and space. The one thing I can't see, and perhaps can never see... Are my other parts."
Images of other, differently colored crystals flash across Ampersand, but they are very distorted and filled with static. "I will not ask you to recover them. To do so would be a fool's errand. But I need some way to regain that power. To manipulate the timestream so powerfully that I march in lockstep with another being, controlling their actions myself. It is the power that you have used foolishly to..." The Scribe sighs. "hughes. yes. he's the nobody and i'm the master. i know how it goes." "Well perhaps you should stop 'knowing how it goes.' Give that power to me instead. Relinquish your hold on Hughes, and I could see to it that he accepts you." "And what if I refuse." "Then let it be known that at this very moment, the entire Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron is getting ready to storm the Vault and place you under arrest. The trial will take place at all points in time, leaving you with no escape route. Knowing the crimes you've done, of which controlling and puppeteering a high-ranking officer would certainly rank high on that list, you would die. Permanently. And the Gate would be forever out of your reach."
The Scribe shrinks, understanding the enormity of the situation. To go back on years of controlling Hughes... To give up this much power... Could he really do that? He supposed there wasn't really a choice. "i'll do it. but not because i want to. because i need to." Ampersand laughs. "Then we have a deal. Normally you'd be asked to shake someone's hand, but I don't have one. Just extend yours at me." The Scribe complies, the cyan symbol on his hand sealing up. Energy crackles around the Scribe, his body appearing in negative for a split second, and then Ampersand flashes with that same power. "Ah... Much better. Now I think it's time to end this, don't you? Almost no time has passed in the real world, so when you snap back into reality, you'd better think of a way to explain all this before you're caught. I'll see you on GodCraft... Scribe."
The Scribe's form returns to normal, no longer a crystalline statue. Hughes talks almost immediately. "Scribe! What happened? Looks like Ampersand communed with you...?" The Scribe pants, discarding his glove. "There isn't much time, Hughes. What matters is that we need to have a talk. Now." Hughes look around nervously. "Uh. Okay." The Scribe breathes. "Remember how a while ago I told you I was interested in finding the Gate?" Hughes narrows his eyes. "Did you find it?" "Do I look like a god to you? No, I didn't get to it. But I'm getting there." Hughes looks starstruck. "You're what??" The Scribe looks panicked. "Wait, wait, just let me explain!"
The Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron troops are perched in the shadows, waiting to strike. But they seem to be hearing every word of the conversation beforehand, listening intently. "Yes, I'm going to the Gate. I've already killed the first two members of the Order. The Third's on its way, and the Fourth... Well." Hughes looks defeated. "So you're telling me you wanted to come here just so you could destroy Ampersand? All so that you could unlock the Gate and--" The Scribe holds up a hand to stop Hughes - a hand with scar tissue in the shape of an hourglass. "Is that... Was there a Curse in your hand?" The Scribe sighs. "Yes. But I got rid of it." The troops ready their weapons...
"It was Ampersand's. It let me have complete control over you. I've been using it for some very shady business over the years. I'm not sure what portion of our friendship is genuine, or if it ever was. Because over the years, I've lied to you. Stole from you. Used you for political gain. Killed people in your name. And you've done all the same for me. I can't expect you to forgive me for it right away. But I can tell you that I'm trying to atone for my mistakes." Hughes laughs hysterically. "Atone?? You're doing that by killing the rest of the Order, right? That's not atonement, Scribe! That's digging yourself into a deeper hole!" The Scribe looks at the floor. "...I knew you wouldn't understand. I should just go, shouldn't I? Turn myself in?" Hughes laughs. "To who?" The Scribe yells down the hall. "To the thousands of PAES troops hiding in the hallway!" Hughes blinks in shock. "...Fall in, men!"
Many, many, many troops blink into existence, floating. Their weapons are all pointed at the Scribe. Lolph cocks his rifle. "Any last words before we sentence you in the Time Court?" The Scribe looks away. "...Yes. Ampersand's an interesting being once you get to know them. They told me to do this. To try and explain all this to you. And they said you'd understand me if I did. I guess... I guess they lied." Everyone stops. "Wait... Ampersand talked to you?" The Scribe blinks. "Yeah. Felt like it was an hour long." All of the troops look at each other. "...Scribe, whoever you are, you're the first person who's ever managed to establish such a connection with Ampersand. Whatever they told you... you're destined for something. Something big."
The Scribe looks at Hughes. Hughes has a dark gaze. "I guess Ampersand's chosen you, then. We can't really go back on their word. You're a free man, Scribe. Now get out of my sight." The Scribe looks around, and all the troops seem to have softened expressions, but are still gripping their weapons - like they want the Scribe to leave before they decide to change their mind. The Scribe sighs. "Fine. I'll go. But just know that I'm only getting to the Gate to make a better world for all of us. A world free from the corrupt influence of backwards gods." Hughes laughs, but his laugh is hollow. "Isn't that what they all say? What would make you different?"
Remembering the future vision Ampersand gave the Scribe, he closes his eyes solemnly. "Because I've seen the other side. I know, even if it's for a short time, what it's like to have such power. The ability to change the world at your fingertips. Gods crack under the pressure. They're not perfect, even if they claim to be. So it's time to either get a new one... Or not have one at all." The Scribe's cloak ripples, and he disappears. Ampersand displays an image of the Scribe looking at the massive X in the sky - the one that plagued the Desert Temple. Then, there is a massive thunderclap, and Ampersand is gone. All of the troops stare, unbelieving.
"No way."
On GodCraft, the Scribe reappears, concealed in shadow just like he did on his pilgrimage to the Desert Temple all those years ago. But this time, he has a new companion. Suspended by two massive floating golden rings is Ampersand, the hourglass. And the fourth member of the Order, whatever that may be. The Scribe knows he's set himself on a dark path. And he knows he can't exactly turn back now. He's tried to make up for things, but he has a gut feeling. That no matter what he tries to do, he's already made his decision.
He's not the one in control anymore. Since when did he think he was?
[AZ] Ampersand: ??? HP.
The Fourth. Decidedly less animalistic than the other three original entities the Scribe has found in his... journey, Ampersand is a giant conduit of temporal energy constructed in the image of an hourglass. Lacking the power to interact with the field directly and instead repeating events in the past, Ampersand excels at support in that he can copy the actions of other entities. However, Ampersand has a powerful link to the entities he copies, and if said entity gets hurt, Ampersand feels the damage too. If said entity dies... Then Ampersand becomes a bit more complicated. Let's take a look.
PASSIVES:
Mimic: At will, Ampersand can reflect the life of a certain entity into its frame, copying their attack patterns. Ampersand gains the power to use any of their attacks at will, and their special attacks as well - they just need to charge up first. Ampersand can mimic another entity whenever it wants, and does not have to do so every turn. Ampersand can only copy any attack this entity would use in the EOTB, however.
Specialty: If Ampersand mimics an entity and said entity uses a special attack, regardless of whether or not Ampersand's copy of said special attack is charged, Ampersand will also use said special attack. In addition, Ampersand is also effected by any minicrit or crit buffs the entity he's mimicking has.
Sharp Bond: If Ampersand mimics an AZ, N, or ??? entity and said entity takes damage, Ampersand takes 75% of the damage said entity took. If Ampersand mimics a GS, H, or PZ entity and said entity takes damage, Ampersand takes 25% of the damage said entity took. This also goes for healing.
Sandfall: If Ampersand mimics an entity and said entity dies, Ampersand enters its Timewheel Form after a turn has passed and gains a new array of attacks and passives. During this turn, Ampersand uses Struggle four times in rapid succession on a single target.
ATTACKS:
Ampersand copies the attacks of a mimicked entity, meaning it has full access to any of their attacks. However, it has one attack unique to it.
Struggle: If Ampersand is not mimicking an entity, it can use this attack on an enemy. It will deal low damage, but each consecutive time it is used, the attack gains more and more power. There is no limit to how much damage this attack could potentially do.
SPECIAL ATTACKS:
In addition to copying the special attacks of its mimicked entities, Ampersand also has a few unique special attacks it can use at any time, provided they are charged up.
Good Memory: Ampersand applies a crit buff to its mimicked entity for three turns, meaning it and Ampersand will crit for three turns. Takes three turns to charge up. The attack begins to charge up three turns after use.
Bad Memory: Ampersand applies a cursed debuff to itself for three turns, meaning Ampersand will take more damage from entities. However, this curse means that with every entity that attacks Ampersand, Ampersand gains the ability to take their attack patterns in addition to its mimicked entity for the duration of the curse, letting Ampersand attack multiple times per turn. Takes three turns to charge up. The attack begins to charge up three turns after use.
Merge: Ampersand becomes a carbon copy of its mimicked entity for three turns, taking their HP bar and any passives/other such gimmicks they may have. In this form, Ampersand does not 75% of damage as its mimicked entity, but instead takes a normal amount of damage. This also goes for healing. In addition, Ampersand starts out at the entity's current HP. If Ampersand dies in this form, it will enter its Cursed Form. Takes five turns to charge up. The attack begins to charge up three turns after use.
To start with, Ampersand copies Sans. This means, during the EOTB (but only the EOTB!), Ampersand will copy all of Sans' actions, but will target the PZs.
For the record guys, I have a really powerful attack ready. Think Tazz's attack that finished off Richard in DTG2, but used in the middle of the game, and against both godmodders at once. Of course, such a massive attack requires a massive amount of time to develop, so I am going to save it until after the Hyperstorm goes down. Of course, since the Hyperstorm is probably going to die really quickly, that means I have to rush the attack to pull it off.
PS: Tazz, if I have to split my attack into 2 posts due to length, can I still count it as a focused action? And how big can it get before I have to split it anyways?
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
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Member Details
7/50 Prototype (Redacted!)
5/25 Sleeper Agent
13/15 Boom Drones +10 Gift
Inventory:
Data Crystal (Level 1)
Chaos Control "Sword" (Level 5)
Holocrom Datea Storige (Level 0)
Shockjewel Armor (Level 3)
2x Shroomb Bruisers:
HP: 20,000
Special:Deal damage equal to the attack power of the entity that attacks it.
5x Shroomb Juice Boys
HP: 5000
Abilities:
Healing Drink: Heals a Entity for 2k
Rejuvenation Drink: Gives a stacking buff on entity that heals 5k equally over 5 turns
Pump them Up!: Gives Stong Drink to entity increasing strength by 100% for next attack, however pills take time to make and are expensive to only one pill can be used regardless of number of Juice boys, i say 2 turns to recharge dem stong Drinks
I command Dr Boom to focus more on PZ instead of AZ because I'm neutral on them.
I propose a temporary alliance with the AZ were i will aid them... and not attack them... not like they have much options considering their hands are full.
Revan is unsure what to do, they are becoming quite despondent.
What's wrong little Revan? You haven't murdered anyone, as much as I'd love you to.
Nyarly appears on an Eternal Arm using it as a chair, another Eternal Arm is holding an umbrella protecting the Arms from Notch's light as well as giving Nyarlathtoep some shade. The large and pale arms come from small shadowy portals the size of their forearms. Another arm pops out and waves before receding into the darkness.
Nyarlathotep is holding glass of wine, one of his tendrils snake down from his face and sips on the wine like a butterfly's proboscis.
Finally Uzi, you gave me something to go off of. Seriously do I have to attempt injure people for them to even try to acknowledge me? Kids these days.
Well, I'd like to gather a few of my buddies and chums from all sides. Who is up up for a movie?
Nyarly proceeds toss his wine glass aside and stand up, causing the Eternal Arm he was sitting upon to frantically save the glass with an amazing catch. He, then conjures the DTG Theater; proudly presenting Uzi Tape #1 as the first in the series of the Uzi Tapes!
Such a momentous occasion is attended by all sides in a non-aggression treaty to enjoy quality film.
The Employees in Lobby informs everyone that the showing is free, provided by their benefactor, as well as the Movie Concessions being fully opened.
Which unfortunately is out of popcorn. An employee hands Richard his favorite candy, free as a compensation.
The crowd funnels into the Theater and the hubbub dies as the lights dim and the previews start.
Nyarly sits in the middle row wearing 3D Glasses, several of his tendrils that make up his hand have coiled around Revan, who currently, is trying not to squirm in disgust.
Come on Uzi, lets see how your debut premier is. And hopefully the prequel won't be too shabby.
Elementium Dust is a powerful combination of Paerotheum and Cretrytheum Dust, creating a mixture of all four primal elements.
The Magnifying Masher && Shard of Ra = Eye of Ra (Level 9: 10/10)
Imbued with a small fraction of the powers of the Egyptian god Ra, the Magnifying Masher has further control over the sun and solar energy. It retains the shape of the original form, The Good Morning Star, but has a more Egyptian aesthetic.
Spiked Bindings && Effigy of Lifelinking = Bonds of Mutual Suffering (Level 14: 4/15)
With the freshly completed Eye of Ra, Bomber once more pointed the weapon skyward. The sun was already high in the sky, so it mostly remained where it was. As for the weapon, it began channeling the sun's energy, becoming a focal point for it. The mace was surrounded by a blazing light that cast out into every shadow. Aiming the incandescent weapon at The Hulk, it fired a massive ray of pure solar energy. It roared across The Battlefield before incinerating The Hulk. The beam continued off into the distance, cutting through trees, boulders, and the occasional abandoned home.
Bomber starts two new alchemies.
Eye of True Sight && Markerlight = The Oculus (Level 12: 1/13)
Festering Horn && Bottled Perish Song & Star of Chaos = The Doomsday Bell (1/?)
First, he produced a large, stag-like horn. It appeared to be dripping with a strange, putrid liquid at several spots. A small swarm of flies began to gather around the putrid horn, becoming fat off of its moldering juices. The second item is a seemingly empty vial. Peering closer, one can see tiny black lines zipping around inside. This magical vial has managed to capture a song that dooms all who hear it. The third item is the infamous Chaos Star, a symbol of widespread death and destruction. While it may seem only like a sigil, even a symbolic item can hold far greater power than one expects.
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OK, sorry for not saying this sooner, and doubly sorry for not saying this yesterday either: Can't update. I literally just feel too garbage to even attempt it. I'm not entirely sure about a Tuesday update, but we'll try for then-though I might have issues on that day as well, as a warning.
For the lack of announcement on this, +2 to all charges.
Nerf Bat && Venomshank II Laser Sword = Venomi Lazerias 1/???
Deus Noctem && Life Shaver II Machine Gun = Deterio Inclina 1/???
The Artist and The Yandere 15/50
Winchester Rotomo 19/30
Save the World... Sort of 2/50
Something is heard all over the server.
"I found a thing. It's called, HACKS."
UserZero has been banned from the game.
Uzi is no longer where she was. She's now drowning in dirt. The outside is made of cobblestone.
I love silly things, cobblestone, and robots.
I despise dirt, though.
/null. MegaMiner, two things. First off, put a +2 in your post somewhere. Second, /ban or any hacks made to attempt to ban Uzi will not work. I think the closest we've gotten was an 8 turn stun off of a 50 turn charge, so this isn't going to fly.
Also, charge update:
46/50 CAPTAIN MEME! (+2 Tazz)
20/50 Beat Beat Beat To the left! (+2 Tazz, +2 Revan)
45/50 To save the Earth, one charge point at a time. (+2 Tazz) Note to self: MegaMiner (2/50), Nullitor (11/50), Speedon (8/50), Pit (3/50), and Battlefury (8/30) making own Charge. I think people who want to save the Earth should start plussing others now.)
Y sprinkles the last bits of fine crystal dust onto the blue summoning circle on the ground, reading an old incantation from the golden book now adorned by only one chain in the upper right corner of its cover. The sun shining above the battlefield seems to suddenly be snuffed out, leaving the sky black as single midnight. 0ne by one, minuscule stars suddenly light up, presumably in a desperate effort to illuminate the darkened sky. My presumptions are wrong. The stars have another purpose in mind. Descending. The minuscule stars descend onto the battlefield hovering slightly above the ground, where they group into a small cloud, forming a shape that may be familiar to some of you. The shape of a Monolith. The shape coagulates into the actual fourth and final Monolith as the excess miniature stars that didn't assist in the creation of the Stardust Monolith suddenly glow brighter and form together into another cloud. The cloud forms into the shape of a levitating, muscular, bright blue humanoid upper body wearing golden armor, its face (if it exists) covered by a featureless, golden faceplate.
Mechanics:
The Stardust Monolith doesn't attack by itself, instead summoning and resummoning the Stardust Sentinel to do the actual work. The Monolith has a 3-turn chargeup aptly named Stardust Sentinel which charges when the Sentinel's dead and resummons the Sentinel when used. If charged by an external source when the Sentinel is still alive, the charge can be expended to fully heal the Sentinel.
The Stardust Sentinel has higher HP than the actual Monolith, but receives less health from healing than most other entities. It will usually meatshield GS entities, but is also fully capable of attacking, albiet weakly. When alive, the Stardust Sentinel will redirect attacks that would be lethal to the Stardust Monolith to itself.
Deadraw 7/8
Saurite 7/11
Black Widow Staff 4/13
Wall of Chains 3/15
Hammer 8/10
Anvil 8/10
00C: Could you list the Broken Church underneath SCP-882?
I sincerely hope that that thing is powerful enough to have a chance to defend the Hyperstorm. Unless its shields get repaired somehow (and I would be dead before I could charge repairs), it is screwed when someone shoots at it. Unless...
Voice
summoned! The Voice is almost invincible to all forms of attack but
one:Argument. No form of Mind Control/Alteration will affect him. His
defenses against attack are listed in the spoiler below, and must all be
bypassed to fully kill him.
Due
to his nature as a Voice with no apparent physical source, targeting his
exact location requires extrasensory abilities of some kind. Attacks
used to harm the Voice MUST be used while he is still speaking to have
any chance of inflicting damage. As he is a disembodied voice all
physical attacks are nullified automatically. Attacks able to bypass
metafictional barriers as well as dimensional ones must also break
through five thousand layers of spherical shielding, each of which
regenerate in a millionth of a second and nullify a seperate kind of
attack. Furthermore, each barrier soaks up all overflow damage, so an
attack powerful enough to destroy multiple barriers would only hurt the
first one unless it hit multiple times. It is impossible to get past the
barriers without destroying all of them.Nullified types of attack
include
Physical/Magical/Electromagnetic/Elemental/Spiritual/Oblivion/Reality/Paper/Metal/118+
Warping/Ressurection/Intangible/Teleporting/Damage/Freezing/AbsoluteZero/BlackHole/BigBang/Storm/Drill/Biting/Sword/Axe/Spear/Undertale/Creation/Alchemical/Fusion/Nuclear/StrongNuclear/WeakNuclear/Quantum/Atomic/Microscopic/SizeShifting/Human/Galactic/Computer/CodeBased/Deletion/Banning/IPBan/FlamingRetards/DTGBased/Repetitive/Cartoon/Duplicating/Multiplying/Absorbing/Piercing/OmniPresent/TimeTravel/Explosive/Punch/MetaphysicalAuthority/Legendary/Ancient/Infinite/,
and most importantly Boring/Uncreative, which will fail 101% of the
time. New types of invulnerabilities will be added in further posts.
Each barrier is at least World Durability in all aspects and becomes
twice as strong when regenerated fully.Furthermore the actual Voice must
be defeated in an endless argument. His endurance level of speaking is
able to last over 9000 infinite timelines, so be prepared for a long
match if you do manage to also remove all of his barriers. It is
impossible to deal damage until he either runs out of stamina in
speaking or gives up the argument and leaving the battlefield. Unlike
some other Entities, he is NOT invincible and can be defeated. It is
simply nearly impossible to do so.
Furthermore,
he has absolute perception of the Fifth Wall and beyond, acting as the
voice of the Writer. Unfortunately for the Speaker, he also has only one
form of attack himself:Argument. Nothing can stop his voice from
reaching its intended target, not even the Fifth/Fourth Walls, allowing
him to speak directly to other writers, although he can be ignored. Even
Sound Nullification does nothing, for he also is capable of telepathic
communication with Entities/Godmodders/Players inside the game.(Players
just reading posts outside the fifth wall will see his text in the EoTB)
The Voice's text shows up in both the EoTB and in posts quoted by the
Game Master. His goal as an entity is to do whatever he thinks is fun by
speaking. Sometimes he will give a Player/godmodder/entity advice,
while other times, he will argue with someone instead. In advice, his
main motive is to try to make what he's watching more interesting, while
in argument, he usually will try to point out something that doesn't
make sense to him, or something that is annoying.
The Speaker is of the [N]Neutral faction, and is willing to speak with anyone. His speech will be outlined in silver text color to match neutral.
George
decides to talk to his allies in the GS Faction as well as AZ. When
joining the faction, he didn't realize they would all be attacking AZ
entities like this, expecting them to just attack Richard, as they were
Godmodder Slayers who wanted to slay Uzi and Richard, while those
supporting Richard just wanted to kill Uzi alongside Richard because he
seemed to be their best bet.
"I
don't understand. Why are you all attacking AZ entities? It's a colossal
waste of everyone's time and resources. We should be attacking the
godmodders and the PZ's, it isn't as if Richard summons the player's
entities for them. To those in the AZ faction: Instead of fighting each
other, we should focus on Uzi and the PZ's for the time being, while
GS's like myself protect Sans from any attacks by Richard or UzerZero.
Richard is the weaker one anyways, so I think everyone can agree, AZ's
and GS's included, that killing Uzi first would be the way to go. Right
now, Uzi simply doesn't pose a large enough threat to make it worthwhile
to help Richard kill other godmodders, so he should be prevented from
doing that as much as possible, going by what he will probably do in the
future, if this time travel buisness is going to make any sense. It
doesn't seem too complicated to me that after any victory by Richard
over Uzi, it would be ideal to turn against him, and I think it would be
easier if he was already weakened and lower in potential than her at
that point. She is easy enough to damage with the right attacks, even by
a normal person, and Richard hasn't even helped damage Uzi much at all
even compared to said normal people."
The Voice clears his throat:For the EoTB, he will speak to UserZero.
If
you want some friendly advice, I think you'd be a lot more effective if
you stopped handing out your power so much. When you +4 all the PZ's,
you give away so much charge. Probably at least 15 charge total every
turn, just on an estimate of how many PZ's there are. But, if you used
all that charge for yourself, you could probably inflict massive amounts
of damage, compared to how you are doing right now.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
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Member Details
+2 Tazz
10/50 Prototype (Redacted!)
8/25 Sleeper Agent
15/15 Boom Drones (Summon Coming soon)
Inventory:
Data Crystal (Level 1)
Chaos Control "Sword" (Level 5)
Holocrom Datea Storige (Level 0)
Shockjewel Armor (Level 3)
2x Shroomb Bruisers:
HP: 20,000
Special:Deal damage equal to the attack power of the entity that attacks it.
5x Shroomb Juice Boys
HP: 5000
Abilities:
Healing Drink: Heals a Entity for 2k
Rejuvenation Drink: Gives a stacking buff on entity that heals 5k equally over 5 turns
Pump them Up!: Gives Stong Drink to entity increasing strength by 100% for next attack, however pills take time to make and are expensive to only one pill can be used regardless of number of Juice boys, i say 2 turns to recharge dem stong Drinks
/null. MegaMiner, two things. First off, put a +2 in your post somewhere. Second, /ban or any hacks made to attempt to ban Uzi will not work. I think the closest we've gotten was an 8 turn stun off of a 50 turn charge, so this isn't going to fly.
Also, charge update:
46/50 CAPTAIN MEME! (+2 Tazz)
20/50 Beat Beat Beat To the left! (+2 Tazz, +2 Revan)
45/50 To save the Earth, one charge point at a time. (+2 Tazz) Note to self: MegaMiner (2/50), Nullitor (11/50), Speedon (8/50), Pit (3/50), and Battlefury (8/30) making own Charge. I think people who want to save the Earth should start plussing others now.)
Redstone was actually messing around with Uzi. He likes to screw around with stuff. So somehow he made an alt with the exact name as Uzi (which is actually a strange anomaly caused by beating their Sgear session, which happened in between Terraria and 0rigins. At the end of the former, Redstone will get a call from theCharacters, saying: "We're doing it. We're starting the session. Get to your house.")
Back on topic, he has certain abilities that allow him to screw around with one's virtual code, allowing him to teleport people to certain locations. He's also a freaking Minecraft Master, having beaten many server RPGs and sweeping certain Factions servers by betrayal. Basically, he's usually a really big gorilla on Minecraft most of the time.
Stop making me look both bad and like a godmodder, dude.
Seriously, you need to watch something else than the 4th wall of yours.
I just took the Minecraft Noob test! Check out what I scored. Think you can beat me?!
To take the test, check out http://minecraftnoobtest.com/test.php
Ante Up!: 27/50 ==================================================
Scourge of the Beast: 48/50 ==================================================
The Pact: 34/50 ==================================================
+3 to mythicZoologist
Bomber takes out his trusty SMF R.N.G., shortening the name for the sake of ease. Aiming it at The Hulk (alternatively attacking The Snowball if The Hulk is dead.)
ROLLING...
[ THUNDER | FIRE | BAR ]
REROLLING SLOT 3...
[ THUNDER | FIRE | ICE ]
AWW, TOO BAD...
Bomber lets out an exasperated sigh. "Looks like I will have to manipulate my luck more than I thought..."
Spiked Bindings && Effigy of Lifelinking = Bonds of Mutual Suffering (Level 14: 5/15)
Eye of True Sight && Markerlight = The Oculus (Level 12: 2/13)
Festering Horn && Bottled Perish Song & Star of Chaos = The Doomsday Bell (2/?)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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wow i just got ninja'd so hard that I felt it in real life. so, uh, ignore this i guess. or not
I pull a lawn chair out of hammerspace, and sit in. For three hours. Three hours of me just sitting there, doing nothing. Three hours of me not even breathing. Three hours of me, relaxing, while the fight rages on. Three hours. Three. Hours. Three hours. Than three more hours. Than three more. Than three more. -I REMOVED A LOT OF 'THAN THREE MORE,' BECAUSE WE GORILLAING GET IT ALREADY!- Than four more. This sudden abrupt change causes time to come to a standstill for everyone except me. Taking advantage of this, I rig explosives to Steven. I then blow up the explosives. I then go over to the Hulk, and draw a silly mustache on him with a permanent marker. Exactly 3.33 seconds later, time resumes. I then throw an empty canister of gasoline at Sans.
Marvel of Machinery: 21/50
some loser: 14/25
Fire Axe && Solar Titan Essence && Solar Panel = Suntitan Panelaxe (8/11)
10,000 damage to Steven and the Hulk (somehow)! sans dodges.
As I predicted(/said to you), the lack of a +2 causes the symbol above his head to light up, allowing him to create a total of 3 Gasterblasters!
(28 / 40) Besieging: The Armored Carrier (+2 from Richard)
(1 / 20) Prototype -> Start!
(24 / 50) The Pact(+1 from Tazz and +3 from Mythic)
+3 to Insert
=Action=
I decide to expand on the Cult of the Small Rock's lor-
charasGuitless [cg] began pestering ancientGumshoe [ag]
cg: You there.
ag: The Sleuth turns to talk to CharaDidNothingWrong, but is rudely interrupted before he can finish his flavor tex-
cg: I need your help. That "sans" guy made me angry.
cg: I want him DEAD.
ag: The Sleuth is confused, and utters "wait what" before getting cut of-
cg: I don't know WHY; I feel like it's my duty to kill him. Somebody is talking to me. The very person that GAVE me this username.
cg: And to be honest, I'm curious as to what would happen if I wiped that smug grin off his face.
cg: Help me kill him.
The Sleuth agrees, if only because it's a chance to hurt Sans. And then begins the training montage of destiny, about 500 blocks away from Sans as to not draw attention. I teach CharaDidNothingWrong the ins and outs of how the Killing Spree works, mainly by writing the word "kill" twenty-seven thousand times on a signboard. Given that CharaDidNothingWrong appears to already be fairly skilled at using the Killing Spree, I decide to simply go over a plan. A plan so secret, it won't even be mentioned in this post until much later.
About 15 minutes later, which is less time than it took me to explain the Killing Spree, CharaDidNothingWrong strides towards Sans, Killing Spree in hand. I run by, start blasting Megalovania on a random speaker set, and throw a Haste IV, Speed IV and Regeneration IV potion on CharaDidNothingWrong. I then retreat while he rushes in. Sans summons an array of Gasterblasters, which CharaDidNothingWrong leaps over, clearing them easily. He closes in on Sans, and performs a few quick swipes, which Sans easily dodges. However, thanks to the potion effects, the swipes get closer and closer, catching Sans offguard slightly. Even with these boosts, Sans dodges the blows.
Sans backs off to create distance, then unleashes a massive onslaught of bones towards CharaDidNothingWrong, the same thing that killed him earlier. He ninja-darts through each and every bone, cleaving multiple of them in half as he continues to close the distance. As Sans gets close, I call upon a player...
As it turns out, it's time for PLAYERSTRIKE 1. All players I've mentioned up to this point will be aiding me in combat.
Namely, terranOperative appears from that raid on the Chief's workplace, and whips out the Flamestriker, while sitting upon a nearby hill. I sling a fire-resistance potion at CharaDidNothingWrong before terranOperative opens fire. In moments, Sans's general area is covered in flames and destruction! Sans proceeds to leap over bursts of fire and avoid knife swipes, all while launching Gasterblasters and bones in all directions! A Gasterblaster appears near terranOperative, when suddenly a shark appearifies, grabbing the blaster out of midair, and pointing it towards Sans. Another player, SharkLover37 reveals herself, and commands the shark to fire the blaster towards Sans!
Laser strikes are now sweeping the area, along with flames and knives. To escape, Sans turns CharaDidNothingWrong blue, and flings him far into the distance with GRAVITY POWERS. I build a pillar of slimeblocks as he flies sideways, allowing him to bounce off without dying of fall damage. His gravity returns to normal, but there's a new problem; Sans is going after terranOperative!
He easily dodges bullet after bullet, and proceeds to fling a single bone towards TerranOperative, killing him instantly. SharkLover37 attempts a shark attack with sharks, but is quickly instagibbed by a blaster. However, thanks to the distraction they provided, CharaDidNothingWrong was able to lunge towards Sans unhindered. Sans attempts to counter with another blue attack, but finds that CharaDidNothingWrong's gravity is now fixed; somebody's managed to hack the code of Minecraft, if only slightly.
...Meanwhile, from a small literal hacker cave, AllYourBase looks at the code of Minecraft. There's a few countermeasures in place, but he/she/tem's been able to access CharaDidNothingWrong's code, and fixed his gravity, rendering it unable to be changed. He/she/tem also gave him a proper skin using the WayForward Machine. While He/she/tem would simply LOVE to give himself OP, that'd probably get him in bigger trouble with the law. In fact, some of the deceased Chief's co-workers are actually hunting him down for his exploits at ZombieCorp or whatever I called it.
Back at the battle, Sans narrowly avoids a knife strike, this one getting closer than many others. He then surrounds CharaDidNothingWrong in a cage of bones, and attempts to gib him from above with Gasterblasters! CharaDidNothingWrong ALMOST flawlessly dodges the onslaught, being kept alive by the regen effects of the potion I used on him much earlier. Suddenly, a zombie is flung at the bone cage. The zombie slams into it, then promptly explodes. A player dressed in full platemail, arthasiscool appears!
A storm of zombies are flung via catapult at the bone cage, each of them exploding shortly after they slam into said targeted object. The cage is then destroyed, and Sans avoids another two-dozen knife strikes. arthasiscool then requests an airstrike, which I provide, manning the zombie-loaded catapults. Zombies land around Sans, their legs exploding as they land. Which is then followed by the rest of their body exploding.
CharaDidNothingWrong keeps attempting to take Sans's life during this period, but he comes to the grim realization that his potion's about to run out! I quickly PM AllYourBase, who I instruct to give CharaDidNothingWrong insane amounts of forward velocity. He/she/tem complies, and Sans barely has any time to react as CharaDidNothingWrong flies at Sans, at unheard of speeds in Minecraft.
He points his knife forward as he flies. There's no proper angle of escape thanks to exploding corpses, and no time to perform an attack, given that most of his attacks actually have a slight delay. Does Sans avoid the knife? I don't know. DTG's weird that way.
Short: He does. CharaDidNothingWrong's knife penetrates a whope cushion. Not even a whoopee cushion, a whope cushion. At some point (probably late into the attack), he somehow switched his position for that of a whope cushion! Nevertheless, sans lets down a bead of sweat. That was harder than usual.
sanscreates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!
The Sword 12/50 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I CHARGING 12/50 (NO ASSIST!)
A Flower 1/50 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I CHARGING 1/50
Assisting in: "To save the Earth, one charge point at a time"
\==ACTIONS==/
-Player Actions-
Charging: The Sword 12/50
I Charge the Minigun once again.
I attack the barrier with a Swirling lighting thrust then kick it with my Dark-Blue Power.
\==STORY/RP==/
Now, all the glowing stones collided then a blast. Out of the smoke. It formed a sword in the process. In did not look like any other sword, but it's unique. One of a kind.
XSlayer300 continues to think.
This is the time, to summon my ultimate power.
Time, to know my inner strength. I'm calling in my 5 Origins.
*flashback*
The curent flashback froze. Going back earlier. While the man is talking.
Sept. 23 200X
"Going back before my transformation, I heard of a legend."
\==ETC==/
\==INVENTORY==/
Offensive:
Rainbow Minigun [iiiii] 4/5
Summoners:
Radio
Rainbow Chest
You're shot to near-ribbons by the sheer firepower! It'll take a LOT more than that to bypass that stupid barrier.
sanscreates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!
38/50 To save the Earth, one charge point at a time (+6 Xslayer, +1 Consumer of all, +1 Revan, Note to self: Nullitor, Speedon, Pit, and Battlefury making own Charge)
+1 Pit, +2 Ire
Mega Mushroom II Invincibility Star: True Mega Mushroom 6/16 (I believe you said this was level 15)
The ultimate in one turn buffs. Massive raise in attack power, and invincibility. What's not to like? Other than the long charge time.
Star's reinforced Phone II Nintendium: Star's Armored Phone 6/6
Prevents more than 2 damage to be done to Star's phone per turn. Vital for intelligence gathering. COMPLETE!
Star's Armored Phone II Satellite Dish: Star's Armored Phone-Now with Internet! 1/??
Multiplies data gathering speed by 1.5.
First, entity orders: Star's Armored Phone continues gathering data. No wonder Uzi attacked it, she does not want it to stick around any longer than it already has.
However, I'm somewhat annoyed by my defense amounting to nothing. Wonderful.
Dialga uses Flash Cannon on Steven.
Next...
FOCUSED ATTACK: FULFILLING MY PROMISE
My anger at the wasted action last turn subsides as I am filled anger at Userzero's actions in general. She's taunted me, caused physical harm, got the Umbral One involved which led to my body being stolen, voided my action last turn in the same action where she killed a stupidly large amount of entities (that granted, were weak), and let's not forget blowing up the Earth, killing 6.5 billion people, with only a fraction that would have activated the Avatar Effect. We're in the process of bringing the Earth back together, but I don't even know where to begin with fixing Uzi's omnicide.
In short, I look at the battlefield, and wonder how the heck we are going to fix this by the time DTG1 comes around.
I look at the battlefield, and wonder what Uzi has gone through to think of the world as acceptable casualties in this conflict...Richard only did that when he had gone insane.
I look at the battlefield, and wonder if coming here as a vacation was a mistake.
I look at the battlefield, and notice the amount of people still on the PZ side, still on the GS side, still on the Neutral side, and wonder what Uzi would have to do to get them to come around. Well, I don't actually wonder that, because I know they would only change sides when they would find more enjoyment out of one side over another.
I look at the battlefield, and then look back at the blade in my gloved hands.
I stare at the word pain written on the blade.
"You know, I swore never to use this blade on someone else.
(Then again, it's not as if this is going to be the first promise I've made that I'm only keeping based on a technicality.)
Why? It says PAIN in bold letters, it's not going to be nice...
Well, I suppose I should explain...This is the Lyph (Pronounced Lihf) blade. I don't know which person came up with the name, but let's just say that its entire existence is meant to cause suffering.
Touching this blade causes pain. Using it for any reason causes more pain.
To try and cause harm with it, that's equivalent to spagghetification.
...
...
...
...
...
...I don't know what best to compare having this blade used on you to.
Could you help me with that, Uzi?"
The pain link painlessly penetrates deep into me, and the other part painlessly penetrates into Userzero. Any way she dodges, the pain link goes through a portal, and comes back through to try again. Any attempt at blocking leads to a portal putting the pain link around her block. The pain link doesn't care that it's just an avatar, it will do its job, and Uzi will feel the pain.
"I feel like you underestimated my portals. When I'm concentrating on them, and haven't just set them up beforehand, even sans would have a difficult time dodging...if DTG wasn't weird that way. The point (heh, point) is that we are now linked by our nervous systems.
I call it a pain link, but it can also transmit other feelings, namely pleasure. I'll tell you this much, the biggest sadist would feel loads of pleasure from this. Of course, it still immobilizes them, so I really don't care whether you're a sadist or not."
I take off my gloves, and hold the blade. I feel agony in my right hand, as does Uzi.
"I told you. Indescribable pain, coming right up."
I stalk over near Uzi. I pull my arm back...
and stab myself in the stomach.
Uzi feels a terrible phantom pain coming from the same spot...it's as if she was being boiled alive, burnt, drowning, and being emotionally scarred at the same time. And somehow, each sensation is distinct, and yet thousands of times stronger than if she was actually experiencing the act.
Naturally, I myself feel the same pain emanating from the blade embedded in my belly.
I move the blade across my body...creating a red line.
The pain spreads, and moves along the link.
I slowly...but purposefully move in front of Uzi.
Somewhat shaking, I stop in front of her.
*Whispering* "You see...this is my job...and this...is my...specialty...Having the willpower...to do things...that should not be possible...such as, say...being able to move my body...through this intense pain."
I physically push Uzi back, with the blade still stuck inside me, doing its dreadful job.
"Wait, this may not have caused damage...Okay, how about this?"
I pull out the blade, and grab hold of its edge, as the horrific pain now emanates from our right hands, along with the belly wound still wracked with pain. I swing the grip into Uzi's head. A satisfying *THUNK* is heard, and I give a pain-wracked smile that looks more like a grimace.
"Still...didn't use...the blade...on another...
Now leave...and never return...
I'm talking...to the...blade...
Seriously...don't use it..."
I toss the blade into a portal, and collapse for the rest of the turn...my willpower surpasses gods, but even the gods have limits...and I am no different.
I turn my eyes and face towards Userzero. "I will not stop...nor rest...until I bring you down...HERAAAA!!!!"
Granted, while I say this, I'm flat on my back, but I don't care. The point comes across.
The link self destructs, having done its job. Its purpose was for this attack, and this attack alone.
Your head explodes upon having the links connect, the literal instant they do, and for that matter, you explode so violently that the entire battlefield is pushed away from you bar Richard, who's basically immune to knockback. You fail to do damage, but UserZero's been pushed away 50 blocks, looking rather annoyed as she just destroys the other half of the Pain Link-a method that, to be fair, she could have used to stop the attack cold. (You dont' need to expend any effort to fix it in case you want that to happen).
You register exactly one feeling going on prior to your explosive expiration, something driving her nervous system SO absolutely that you're surprised she can function as well as she is. It is also so intense that the feeling of it briefly overwhelms you, turning you basically hostile and fueling an attempt to murder everyone in sight, something that is (natch) extremely rare for you. Had not Richard immediately smashed you upside the head again, multiple times, someone probably would have gotten REALLY hurt. The power of Focused Actions mercifully prevent this from requiring respawning or having a lasting, adverse effect on your soul. You also come away with some VERY interesting information.
UserZero is not driven by anything to do what she is doing right now, bar exactly one thing. She has no real desire to fight this war, no real desire to blow up earth, no real desire to even talk to you or look at you, and didn't even really have a desire to be the Omega Plus to begin with, or rather, deal with the apparent responsibility-she wouldn't try to be a dictator or a hero, she wouldn't try at all. She is just too lazy for that, but, no, there is something driving her now. An exception
What you felt was absolutely boundless rage, so intense that quite literally the equivalent neural activity could have powered multiple universes worth of energy-guzzling devices for eons on end, and not any misdirected rage, but literally rage explicitly aimed at approximately two groups: Richard and the Anti-godmodders as a whole. And the latter more than the former. It's a miracle she's calm. Might just be the intensity of her body being absolutely insane, and thus requiring more powerful, well, everything. Including neurons. Making such an absolute rage much worse to bear.
You can't really tell WHY, however, but you get the sense that any hatred of her that you currently possess is nowhere near the level of hatred shared by her-considering it made you explode. You can at least tell that this is probalby the reason why she considered blowing up earth-there was literally no tactical advantage beyond spiting you, which would hardly slow you down.
You also got a brief sense of something related to the Umbral One-a feeling you had when using the Dangerous Forbidden Technique. I'm not entirely sure what that would mean, but you/I/the rest can theorize.
Entity action: Toby Dog: Use Patch Quilt on self and Rewrite on Ultra Greed
Patch Quilt: Toby Dog pulls out his Fabric of code. Then, pulling some sick overpowered knitting needles out of hammerspace, he quickly patchs the fabric of code, reducing the size of the holes in it. Due to Toby Dog's coding ability it provides the normal healing and a minor random buff.
Rewrite: Toby Dog goes into the coding sub tunnels that can be used to access the code ingame. He travels though the folders and files of the server until he arrives at Ultra Greed's File. He enter's it, and removes a number of key files, rewrites it's coding and AI behavior, and then leaves before the file is comsumed by glitches.
===Action
If the imperator is dead to an attack from userzero or it's spoil is not taken: i take the spoil of war from it.
If it still lives.
I decide to continue to stomp on the Imperator, namely by breaking out some of the age-old artifacts in my arensal of doom. Firstly, i pull out the direct desendant of the Topaz Pan: The Gemblade! I quickly load my self into a mass acceleration cannon, and, launched at a absurd speed, quickly smash into the Imperator's head with the full-forced of some nicely cooked pain, courtesy of the Topaz Frying Pan, Then, reverting it to the Gemblade, i quickly make a quick series of quintuple-silces at the neck-analouge of the Imperator. Those slices wouldn't be too much of an issue, but they are moving at a hypersonic speed.
Then, i move onto the otherwised-unused Life-Drain Spellbook. I drain the life from the otherwise immortal chefs the Imperator brought along with it, then use it to power an attack called Demons Drain- A gigantic upperhalf of a human skeleton reachs out of the book, grab's the Imperator's core, and rips it out. Then, the skull of the skeleton fly's out towards the Imperator, melting it's eyes with ghastly energy, before the skull fires a beam with the life energy stolen.
Next in line, the Saints row, and BBBBB. Unleashing the pain train of being brutally bossly busted and broken then bashed upon the imperator, a great amount of noise is generated due to the great brutality of the BBBBB as it reshapes the Imperator. Then, i unleash the Saints Row's power upon the scrap heap that is the Imperator. An action movie unfolds, as some [AZ] move in to protect the Imperator, but all they do is watch as i channel the power of being the protangist in an action movie and reduce everything to rubble around me. Including the Imperator.
The imperator, quite mad, reforms it's self and prepares to murder me, but i lift it up helplessly into the air with the Gravity Gauntlet and Falls. I rip it into shreds, crushing it slowly while also ripping it apart. it tries to reform, but my mastery of gravity is to great for it to understand the gravity of the situation it is in. I float the Imperator in front of the entire [AZ] faction as i slowly rip it apart whilst crushing it, forcing it's creator's to watch its rather brutal downfall. The groaning and scraping of metal makes quite a noise, and many a entity has noticed the ongoing attack.
Then, i proceed to accuse the Imperator of murder. Somehow, i manage to find a law office willing to prosectue. Using the Law Powers of Wright, i prove the Imperator's vicious murder of a perfectly innocent person.
Then, i decide to Roll the Dice- Unleashing the Gambler's Gredideir. A dice rolls, and some rockets come tumbling out. Then, i roll the unenchanted D13x13- The imperator trips on them, since the Attack Determination Dice is not powered up nor are the rest of the dice.
Then, i decide to end this once and for all- With a fittingly powerful combo! Combining the Hero's Sword, the Gemblade, and the BBBBB, i easily chop the Imperator into many small pieces, while the swordbeams from the Hero's sword easy doubles the damage. Then, in a twist, the swordbeams twist around, going for another run. This time, a large number of explosions occur as they pound the Imperator into dust, while the BBBBB twists the metal once more into something that you'd except from a junkyard. The gemblade, meanwhile, breaks into every color of the rainbow... In highly painful gem form! The red gems set the Imperator ablaze, the White are just really sharp, the Black drain it's life, the Blue unleash large amounts of water, which DON't put out the fires and rusts it's interior, the green ones cause flying exploding earth rocks to fly out of nowhere and pound it to dust, while the purple ones summon some form of jelly that eats the rusted metal.
Once more, channeling the powers of Gravity, i somehow compact the Imperator's mass into a small enough space to be used as a rocket warhead- A homing rocket! I fire it at Richard, who chops it AND the shrunken imperator in half!
Then, finally, i decide to fulfill the Destiny of the BBBBB! i brutalize the Imperator's inner workings with the blunt side of it's blade, boss around the workings of it's arms with the sharp pointy edge, break the power-wires making sure the Imperator's limbs and other functions are fully powered, depowering much of the robot! Then, reaching it's power core, i use the BBBBB to bash away the armor protecting it! Finally, the power core can be destroyed!
As i fire everything that can be fired at the power core, all of my immensely-power arsenal float at my side, ready to end this! The Glambier's Gredier fires rockets, while the saints row lights it up like an action move! The Hero's sword spams sword beams! The Gemblade unleashes it's true form, becoming the embodiment of every gem in existence, with all the magic power that entails! The gravity Gauntlet and Falls sqeeze the power core, seeking to reduce it to nothing! The Life Drain Spellbook summons a large number of floating skulls that drain the power from the core! The BBBBB leads the charge, brutalizing everything in it's way, while Wright bluff's the remaining defenses into doing nothing!
Then, everything collides with the power core! Finally, in an action scene so awesome that i cannot describe it, the power core.. The power core.. the power core....
As i land, with the items i used returning to my inventory, behind me is the Imperator-class titan. Or rather, it's ruins. Nothing much remains of it from the attack.
Battlefury13: That should end that thing's existence.
Battlefury13: Not to mention ensuring the GS don't get the spoil.
Battlefury13: When our godmodder can kill 50-charges in nearly a turn, what did you expect? A great victory? Because the only great victory i see here is for us. Unless you imply the unleashing of it's ultimate is good enough to redeem it's loss.
Battlefury13: Lets see what the iron chef ability did. It prevented the toby dog from going after the Hyperstorm, the intended target of Rewrite. Instead, you have to suffer from it..
seful stuff goes here=====================
The Saints row [7] Gemblade [8?] Life-Drain spellbook [5] Gravity Gauntlet [7] Brutal Boss Buster Breaker Basher or BBBBB 9/9 lvl 8
bATTLEFURYS tEMMIE aRMOR?!!?!?111 11/11 lvl 10
Falls [9]
Wright [7]
Gambler's Gredideir [5]
Rule Breaker [0]
The Hero's Sword [10]
Temmie Helm [10]
Charges========
Enchanting the D13x13 + D13 Attack determination Dice 10/50
7/30 ( To save, the earth, one charge at a time (1+ from consumer)
Battle Against a True Seadog: 1/50
2+ to engie
1+ to TT2000
Since the trap seems to be triggered by an absence of 2+'s, gonna two plus engie this round and 1+ TT2000
i love typing walls of text. It's not like im burning my sleeping time. Right?
Right?
Anyone?
/hopefully userzero doesn't stab it in the EOTB
honk
/null
honk HONK honk HONK honk HONK honk HONK honk
sanscreates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!...Yes, this is a nullpost. There isn't a way to give +2 in a nullpost, but the lack of a +2 is all that matters here.
| Action |
~Toast PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS THE WBMC BY BLASTING OFF WITH SODARAYG.
~T: PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
After PCHOOOing the WBMC, ~Toast hosts a classiness competition for no real reason. +2 to the winner.
Honk.
honk HONK honk HONK honk HONK honk HONK hon
The Scrapper's Armory: A red-colored multipurpose weapon, capable of firing almost any style of ammunition, being used as a flamethrower, and covering all three melee archetypes: Smash, Slash and Stab! No-one'll know your next move with this.
The World's Best Minecraft Player takes 1 damage from your PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOing!
sanscreates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!...No, promising to give +2 to someone doesn't count. You must ACTUALLY do it.
Battlefury13: You know, i kinda though those gravity-base thingys are actually kind of game-breaking. They give you actual control over gravity, which is omnipresent (Even in space. It's just to faint to be felt or have enough of an effect on you. The galaxy as a whole, on the other hand....} And when you control the omnipresent...
I trap sans in a bubble of gravity. He dodges.... into a bubble of gravity. It sends him skywards, wherein another gravity bubble sends him flying back to the earth.
I join the Classiness Competition, being sure to bring only the finest manners, suits, and tea. Loads and Loads of tea.
seful stuff goes here=====================
The Saints row [7] Gemblade [8?] Life-Drain spellbook [5] Gravity Gauntlet [7] Brutal Boss Buster Breaker Basher or BBBBB 9/9 lvl 8
bATTLEFURYS tEMMIE aRMOR?!!?!?111 11/11 lvl 10
Falls [9]
Wright [7]
Gambler's Gredideir [5]
Rule Breaker [0]
The Hero's Sword [10]
Temmie Helm [10]
Charges========
Enchanting the D13x13 + D13 Attack determination Dice 11/50
8/30
Battle Against a True Seadog: 3/50 (1+ ~toast)
2+ to engie
1+ to tt2000
sans doesn't even twitch, but a blue aura appears around him. Sadly, when you lift the Gravity bubble up...sansdoesn't go along for the ride and remains firmly grounded.
~Toast goes to a forbidden place (currently the roof of her old school) speaks an even more forbidden phrase in an ancient, ever more forbidden tongue.
~T: All.
~T: ~Toasters.
~T: ~Toast.
~T: ~Toast.
You hear the sound like that of a massive spring beneath the earth rising up and unloading.
~T: Oh.
~T: It's ready.
The ground opened and with it, spewed out hundreds and thousands of ~Toasters.
If you were to look down the crevice made by the ground and ~Toasters, and also somehow not have your head ripped off by the sheer amount of ~Toasters flying out then you would see a giant ~Toaster ~Toaster imbedded in the earth's mantle (fortunately not the Earth's mantle, or this attack would be ruined). These ~Toasters grouped themselves in the air, held together by an unseen force. One ~Toaster tore away from the herd and flew towards ~Toast's outstreched arm. ~Toast smiled somewhat maliciously as it connected with her arm and stuck fast. With a wave of her hand, the ~Toasters streamed down, surrounding her.
As it turns out, ~Toast is both a toastamancer (divination via toast, also the ability to consume) and toasterkinetist (she can move toasterkind with her mind; this includes ~Toasters). If this was an RPG (which it totally isn't), ~Toast would be one of those Toast Mages.
She clenched her left fist, and the ~Toasters latched themselves onto her and each other. These ~Toasters didn't stop coming either, as they're number increased, so too did their speed. Eventually, ~Toast was surrounded by these things, like a massive ~Toaster golem, complete with massive ~Toaster legs and thick ~Toaster arms, all constructed of hundreds of ~Toasters. Now, you may be wondering:
Why are they ~Toasters and not toasters?
Well, random question answerer, that is because like ~Toast said: All ~Toasters ~Toast ~Toast.
And that's exactly what was going to happen.
~Toast suddenly felt the heat of approximately 7.5 thousand toasters on her skin. Perfect. Maybe a bit too perfect. She looked down, and felt the ~Toasters around her using her toastamancy powers.
~T: Hmmmmmmm.
~Toast within her ~Toaster golem looked thoughtful. And then she realised her mistake!
~T: Aha!
~T: Here's the problem.
~T: Too many ~Toasters!
~Toast's ~Toaster golem was suddenly changing. It appeared that ~Toast had infact absorbed the warmth of the ~Toasters ~Toasting ~Toast. Now she was projecting it. The ~Toasters around her converged into eachother, melted together by the warmth of approximately 7.5 thousands ~Toasters, and then some (They were still coming from the ~Toast pit!).
One ~Toaster, many times the size of the others, now gently floated over the crevice to sans. It flipped over and trapped him beneath it's mighty slots and into darkness. The sudden insane void of light hid the small ~Toasters within it's incredible walls. Then. Suddenly. A warm light filled the room.
Could it be? A reprieve from this darkness? If he were to turn his head upwards to what he must have thought was a massive field of darkness, he would see a massive piece of toast, slightly burnt red from the heat. An orange-red glow, signature to that of a toaster, filled the top of the structure. But then the walls too took on this hint of orange, and it became clear to her that this wasn't just a toaster; This was a much, much more potent variety made for doing more than just toasting toast. This was a ~Toaster. It was designed with a much more effective concept in mind...
(the) Flaming Toast.
A scream echoed through the walls of the ~Toaster.
~T: All ~Toasters ~Toast ~Toast...
She paused for effect.
~T: But I'm sure we can make an exception to that last part.
The sound of approximately 7.5 thousand ~Toasters signalling to their owners that they are ready, rung out. A second scream, and then silence. Slowly, ~Toast lifted the machine off the godmodderer and revealed his body, thoroughly aflame and thoroughly damaged by ~Toast and ~Toasters alike. With a short flick of her hand, ~Toast's ~Toasters became seperate and lined themselves vertically above sans. One by one, they fell. One by one, they bonked him on the head. All approximately 7.5 thousand of them as insult to injury.
Who would have thought that Metal and Fire would synergise so well?
...
Oh, have I said too much?
Haha... Haha...
*
~Toast was reunited for a reason.
Haha... haha...
*
Do you want her split once more?
haha... haha...
*
sans, again, manages to dodge with his patent-pending whope cushion clone trick! You fry a whope cushion in the TildaToaster.
sanscreates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!...Next turn does NOT count.
Focused Attack: I walked up to The Snowball then I said "I know there is a Snowball here but, that is not a Snowball either" I start off by using a axe then I heat up the Axe to the Pherix (I remember him in DTG 2...) levels and I chop this snowball but a little effect even in the hottest levels I know that is made by the First Guardian TT2000 instead, I use my Telekenetic Abilities to pick up the snowball then I throw it against the Magma walls I created. I then telekeneticly generate fire and I burn the Snowball like 50 times and I put the snowball in the pit of flames.
I draw the Card from Twitchy's (former) Deck.
Coarsebot? 33/40 +1 from Tazz
Collab Summon: The Rune Master 1/50 (Wont started until MeGa joined, Toast currently joined but we are still waiting for MeGa to join or Ninjatwist)
The Plusinator Crystals 31/50 +1 from Tazz, MeGa and Talist (Will be added as one of the Alchemiter Ingredient or Module making process for upgrading or creating items that has the + next to the level Also it wont moves up a level that it will be at 15+ if I made a Level 15 Alchemy while using the Plusinator Crystal. If a Level 15 Alchemy deals 6,000 damage, However the Level 15+ Alchemy deals 6,200 damage)
Alchemy Creation:
Cannon && a pile of Black Midis && Minigun && Lag Reducers = Black (MIDI) Flag 6/11
Knife && Glass of TPP Hivemind && Playing Cards && Heart = Broken Twist 5/16
Joke Alchemy: Nope
Project Telekinetic Line: Not started yet,
Storm Weapon Line: Not started yet,
REKT Cannon Line: Items in the First Alchemy Tree: Red Dead Retribution, ??? (Any Level), ??? (Any Level), ??? (Only Level 10 and Above Alchemy) If all the weapons I made for the first Alchemy Tree, I had to combine all these to make the part of the Extremely Powerful Alchemy
10 0rigin Hero Core Alchemy Line (Plusinator Crystals Recommended for this line but the stronger version of the Plusinator Crystal is required for one of the ultimate alchemies that I make): Not started yet, but 2 of the essences collected for both Level 15 Alchemies
Allies Action:
The Light Magician preforms Light Recharge.
+3 MeGa because I need you to finish the charge so we must invite you for a big summon.
Charge Bank: N/A
13,000 damage to the Snowball!
You can't draw! That requires a focused action!
The LIght Magician will do as you say!
sanscreates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!
Suddenly a volcano emerges on the PZ side of the field and erupts, while giant stones are fired in the sky and lava burns enemy entities (this does damage them all) a giant egg is fired from the volcano and lands on the battlefield...
Mysterious egg
50.000/50.000
In five turns it wil-
I don't have time for this. Rise Tarkus!
Well whatever, as you want, the egg breaks and a enormous creature come out of it, his metallic shell shines under the sun, two red eyes come out of the shell showing the green face of an armadillo, his tracks covered with lava start to move as his roar echoes the battlefield.
the GloryTARKUS 50/50 hold 3/3 unleashed!
Tarkus
500.000/500.000
Passives:
Metal Shell: the giant shell that protects the interiors part of Tarkus is made of an incredibly resistant metal, this grants him a 25% damage reduction.
Feral Nature: Tarkus is a beast, a very violent beast, unless ordered differently he will attack his enemies, starting from those that are more bigger than him and later on moving on those smaller than him, he will attack even AZ entities if he cannot find any other target. There is a 35% (0% if less than 100.000) that if ordered to perform a non attacking action he will not follow the order and instead attack another entity as he most feel like.
Unstoppable march: Every turn there is a chance (20%) that smaller entities will be struck by Tarkus, regardless of his alignment, this causes medium damage, flying entities are obviously immune to this, while entities that are restrained to move properly or are immobile will have an higher chance of being struck. If the terrain does not
Aquatarkus: as the song says upon reaching 0 HP Tarkus will retire in the sea, defeated but not dead.
Attack:
Missile barrage: Tarkus fires a sequence of missiles causing medium-low damage to 3 enemies.
Retreat: hiding in his shell Tarkus is immune to any damage for this turn.
Main cannons attack: using both cannons Tarkus fires at a single enemy causing medium-high damage.
Double machine gun: from the holes that he has instead of a nose Takus fires like doing medium damage to 2 enemies.
Vicious banquet: Tarkus eats what remains of one of his enemies healing himself.
Fire breath: Tarkus opens his mouth and emits fire, does medium damage to one enemy and sets him on fire.
Special Attacks:
Main cannons rage: using stronger munitions Tarkus fires from the main cannon causing heavy damage on a single entity [III]
Mad rush: Tarkus hides in his shell and charges violently on 3 enemies causing them high damage, he is protected from all damage for that turn. [IIIII]
Tarkus will use his main cannons attack on The Snowball.
Module of atomic manipulation && Module of stasis manipulation && Module of quantum manipulation (neutrinos) = Module of Total Manipulation (Level 15: 4/16)
Module || A book on ultra-dense extrusion = Module of superior metallurgy (Level 10: 3/11)
Tarkus'es HP is taking a nerf to 250,000, but otherwise it's OK. Tarkus summoned!
sanscreates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!
]50/50 XCOM Base 18/50 Nexar Spawner 4/50 Avatar Project +1 proof, nulitor, ninjaV (note: do the +1s for your summons later)
Wait a minute, how am I not piloting the Hyperstorm? I boarded it last round! I should have psi points in the reserve right now, and possibly even have dodged one extra attack due to the dodge bonus.
I get on board the Hyperstorm and prepare to defend it against attack. First, I point out that its shield generator is hidden in the same alternate dimension that the reactor is hidden in SPECIFICALLY to prevent the shields from being damaged. The shields still effect the main-dimension section of the Hyperstorm through micro-portals linking the generator to the area where it creates the shield. I quickly reactivate the shield based on this. Secondly, I fly up several thousand blocks in the air to get way out of range of the world's best minecraft player (he cannot get up here because his bow only reaches up maybe 100 blocks and the height limit is only 256 blocks). Thirdly, I lock onto the World's best Minecraft Player with the Weath Ray (as a focused action). Due to clairvoyance from the Hyperstorm, I see his location 10 seconds before he moves to it, lock onto that exact location, wait exactly 10 seconds, then fire an INSTANT blast of womrholes to anhillate him. This gun was originally designed to kill godmodders, so a mere wannabe with tons of dodging but no actual godmodding abilities to outright nullify the attack is screwed.
Then, I notice a large cloaked friendly craft in orbit. Since right now the Hyperstorm needs repairs urgently, I match orbits with the cloaked ship, fly into its interior hangar bay, and have EXOS deploy a hologram drone that should draw off one of the shots away from the Hyperstorm to make sure it makes it inside without blowing up (given that its evasion abilities have been seen to be hit-or-miss, you can't be too sure). I begin pulling parts out of the alternate dimension the Hyperstorm stores most of its stuff in, and team up with the engineers to make some emergency repairs (as for "can't do actions not related to the Hyperstorm", repairing the Hyperstorm is an action related to the Hyperstorm, so I still build up psi meter). The Avenger then pulls into a dive to get close enough to the action to deploy its ground forces.
Wall of Avenger Stats:
The Avenger: 200000/200000 HP (0 attack) (Hyperstorm is inside this) Engineers: The avenger can repair 5000 HP to itself or to a friendly entity docked with it each round.
Rookies: Every turn, the base dumps a bunch of red shirts into the field to see if they survive. The 10 rookies from this have 1 HP each (note that all HP values except for the Avenger's HP value are going to be listed in player HP values, so each HP is probably more like 1000-2000 actual HP), and do 1000 damage if they hit but are so innacurate the enemy gets +75% to dodge (they are pretty much unable to shoot enemies behind cover).
XCOM Squads: Every other turn, the Avenger will deploy a skyranger to drop an XCOM squad of 6 elite troopers. The troopers have 10 HP, and deal 2000 damage, but they are also somewhat inaccurate (-25% to hit). They also have special abilities based on type (note: abilities start fully charged and must be recharged after use):
Ranger: 25% chance to dodge attacks. If his target dies this round, the Ranger automatically makes one attack against the GS team miss this EOTB. +500 damage and automatic hit against grounded targets. Reaper ability (attacks 6 targets for 3000, 2500, 2000, 1500, 1000 and 500 damage respectively, 3 turn cooldown).
Sharpshooter: Automatically counter attacks for 1000 damage if attacked. Quick Draw (additional attack for 1000 damage each turn). Headshot ability (10000 damage to a single target, 3 turn cooldown), Faceoff ability (1000 damage to all units on a chosen team, 3 turn cooldown).
Grenadier: 1 armor. The target enemy is ruptured (same effect as the Hyperstorm's fusion lance effect, does not stack) on a hit. Suppression ability (reduces the target's damage by 50% (or 20% for bosses), no cooldown), Heavy Weapon Ability (8000 damage to a single target, ruptures target, cannot miss, 3 turn cooldown)
Specialist: Can take an additional action with the GREMLIN, providing either +5 HP to an allied XCOM trooper, +10% accuracy to all XCOM troopers, or +10% dodge chance to all XCOM troopers. Each specialist has a 25% chance to save a unit that would die each turn, leaving them with 1 HP instead (specialists can only save 1 unit each per turn). Capacitator Discharge ability (4000 damage to a target, entities with advanced mechanical components are disrupted and suffer -25% damage).
Psi Operative: Basic attacks add 1 shock stack to the target (10% chance per stack for the target to miss an action each turn, 1 goes away each turn). Emergency Shield ability (when this unit would die it survives with 1 HP, one use per operative) Stasis ability (reduces damage done by and damage taken by target by 75%, 3 turn cooldown), Reanimate ability (reanimates destroyed entity from any team, turning it to the GS team with 50% HP and damage and no special abilities, one use per operative), Insanity Ability (no damage, but adds 3 shock stacks to the target, 3 turn cooldown).
Aliens: The Avenger also has alien cloning facilities because it was an alien supply ship (and aliens consider their troops to be supplies), so every 3 rounds it can spawn up to 3 aliens.
Upgrades: Every 3 rounds, the Avenger's scientists come up with a new piece of technology to aid the ground teams, boosting the XCOM squads and unlocking new aliens.
Avenger Defense Mission: If the Avenger is shot down, it stays in one piece and is not removed from play. Instead, it starts building up a 3 post charge to repair engines and take off. Allied GS ground entities (automatically including the XCOM squads and rookies) can be assigned to protect the Avenger, but if all squads protecting the Avenger are eliminated the enemy can automatically raid its interior and knock it out (or potentially hijack it). After 3 turns, the Avenger recovers, permanently losing 40000 maximum HP and starting with half of this reduced maximum health score. While the avenger is shot down, it cannot do anything other than be a target.
Lastly, I decide to implement a new defensive measure. My Amulet of Endermancy provides +1% to my damage and +1% to a chance to godmod away an incoming attack against me or any craft that I am piloting, in exchange for making me vulnerable to death (If the Hyperstorm dies, I take 1 whole round to respawn, but can still do charges and entity orders because of EXOS). Since I estimate a total of 15 damage dealt to godmodders over several games, this is a 15% damage increase and a 15% godmod chance (note that the godmod chance is detected before evasion, and attacks that get godmodded away will not reduce evasion). It also makes my evasion more like sans' in that attacks no longer ignore it (I swear some attacks appeared to be ignoring it earlier, note that the whole idea of this thing's evasion is that it literally knows where the enemy is attacking before they even attack, so a lightspeed beam would still be easily dodged). Speaking of sans, why not let him pilot? What would that get us? Sans already has absurd evasion, and his main weakness is a lack of health. If we combine sans' evasion with the hyperstorm's evasion and durability. we get something like +200% evasion, and the evasion would not be able to be permanently reduced unlike with sans' current evasion which is being worn down as we speak. In addition, a hyperstorm action every post means dozens of fusion lances being fired to destroy everything and as sans is a godmodder this would be immune to the OP scale. Sans and the hyperstorm would be literally unkillable. Ask sans what he thinks about the idea. Make sure we have a contingency plan in case sans goes rogue with this thing, however.
In addition, it would stop everything from just ignoring the dodge chance. Seriously, one of the whole main points of this ship is that it can see charged attacks coming from so far away (since they do so much damage and take entire hours to build up) that it can effortlessly dodge them. As of now, the ship is useless because it is apparently completely unable to dodge things it should be able to dodge (it was an interesting idea on paper, but in practice the abilities on paper are ignored), despite spending 200 charge points pretty much entirely to justify that ability.
Also, I would suggest that until either sans starts piloting it or you can install something that makes the dodge impossible for enemies to ignore, just park it in the Avenger.
If sans isn't convinced, tell him that since he joined the GS team, if the Hyperstorm gets destroyed it could be very bad for things because damage from its death IGNORES DODGE CHANCE, and for him nothing else does (at least I hope he can dodge everything, if he dies we lose). And no, I am not going to just park it in the Avenger. That just makes the avenger go down to the wall of fire everyone was directing at the Hyperstorm before, and leaves me with 250 charge points of dead entities instead of just 200 charge points.
One of my main weaknesses is that when my big thing goes down, I waste inordinate amounts of time trying to keep it alive, but it rarely works. Might as well just accept that the Hyperstorm was flawed and then go make a more conventional boss instead.
PS: The server rules say no breaking IRL laws as well, such as the one against murder. Since breaking one tripled the damage the Hyperstorm took (effectively, doing the math), UserZero's next boss should take 12 billion times damage (since she broke the rules 12 billion times).
(OOC: No, the Hyperstorm is not going to sit in the Avenger's bay for very long, but I do not want to go down as having the shortest-lived boss ever)
Well, it probably would have lived longer had your mouth not run there, mate. Blame yourself, and ONLY yourself.
On piloting: I actually DO recall when you did that, BUT you did it in such a vague manner that I wasn't entirely sure, thus I didn't do it because that could have also screwed up future actions. In any case, you get in the Hyperstorm!
You attempt to dock in the Avenger; However, without much warning, you immediately find yourself back in range of the World's Best. You try again...And don't even reach that far. You raelize it; The Emperor card! It's preventing you from doing ANYTHING else other than attacking the World's Best!...So, it doesn't dock. This IS a powerful one-time use technique here, from the same deck as an instant no-questions asked OHK. You're gonna need Great EFfort-and for that matter, probably more than its worth-to get away from the Emperor's effect and find safety in ANYTHING. Though, vice-versa. You CANNOT become invincible via another entity's effect; that's the one limit here. That being said, the Avenger is still summoned, and it'll still try to be useful!
On Shield Generator: The attack was so powerful-being charged and all-that the reverb through space-time hit the Shield Generator, damaging it! You'll need...Well, you need to try a bit harder than that.
On Endermancy: Link me to when this was charged. I'm not recalling that, and if it's not charged, then I'm probably gonna nope that.
On dodge: The way I'm calculating the Hyperstorm's dodge chance is that all bonuses/reductions are added/subtracted in the order they are put in AND the Hyperstorm can't breach 100% dodge chance, unlike sans (who gets away with it because he's a godmodder). Hence, if attacked AT ALL, it cannot surefire dodge any attack doing over 50,000K damage (50% dodge by the bonus of 1% per 1,000 dmg incoming in one attack). Well, that, and that was FURTHER punishment for your previous rude move, as I didn't bother rolling that particular attack for accuracy anyways as karmic retribution, so, yeah, lesson for the future, be rude and waste most of your team's combined effort as a direct result. Watch your tongue (or fingers) next time, mm?
You aim the Weath Ray-this action improves its accuracy for a crit in the EoTB!, on top of the Hyperstorm focusing it!...If that thing lands, the World's Best is gonna have a bad day.
sans: sorry, cant. sans: op scale. sans: plus, i figured i'd not survive this whole thing. sans: just doing what i can while i can.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from a lack of a +2!
Changes Forms, but must use both actions, or change forms on a respawn. Current Form: Spellcaster: Forms:
Beast: 10% Minicrit chance Minicrit Chain
Spellcaster: -2000 to healing and damage Bonus to healing/damage: ((Consecutive times the healing/damage (Opposite) has been used - 1)*6000)- the base 2000 penalty
???
John takes the Imperator and tosses it against a wall. He then takes a drill and drills a hole straight through it. He takes peacmaker and violently stabs it with a bolt of pure computers...
Out of the corner of his eye, he thinks he sees something, but he ignores.
Alchemies:
Well, I certainly hope someone gets this message. It would be a shame if this went to waste.
I am a hunter, former soldier of 'John'
My name is my own to keep.
Those who have found me are certainly keen eyed, so I am offering them a chance
I will disperse a message, a code, split into four parts
Hidden somewhere
Those who can find them and secretly post the code when I say so
Will be able to pick my target
Now of course, making me attack say a godmodder, or a boss is far too tough of a job. I sneak in and out of shadows delivering quick blows.
And making me attack my former master would be untolerable
Ask me to do something stupid, and you will feel my anger
And don't even think of sharing the code with your teammates, I can figure that out
I would have waited until after the update to post this, but it looks like I'm not going to be able to due to my 1-week vacation. I can't dislodge World's Best and the Hyperstorm from combat, so I cheer the WBMP on, and inform all non-GS players that assisting him in their duel is probably their best chance to kill the GS boss! I won't be around to help my entities, so that's up to you, PZ comrades! I wish I could send the Snowball into stasis, but alas...
See you all!
/null
See you later, TT2K!
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
Golem: ...Oh, wonderful. Fantabulous. No, that's not a real word, but screw having to use real words.
Golem: At least I have some new toys to mess around with. Pale imitations of a set of powerful weapons. Or pale imitations of a set of mediocre weapons that "I" need to make some incredibly deudly swords.
Golem: So... Shadetitan Arm, Phototitan Mace. ...Well, I'm gonna use an Ante Chamber now.
I quietly set up a sprawling maze of weird geometry, and sit down in the middle. Black liquid misery pours into the confines, completely drenching me. A few moments later, a beam of pure darkness shoots out of the Ante Chamber, lightly poking through all of the Gasterblasters summoned so far.
Golem: Ah, that was a relaxing meditation.
Golem: Check cores... and it looks like I've got the Ante Matter leveling system now. Nice.
Token distribution to other players is free, Tokens last forever (and can be used to create/add charges even when its otherwise impossible). This is for good reason.
You become vulnerable! The Golem has been summoned!
You destroy 1 Gasterblaster! It appears you can only attack one at a time...Barring creativity REALLY kicking in, of course.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2! no, +2ing Cobalt then +1ing him is equivalent to +3ing him. Therefore, no +2.
The L()rd makes his hands look like guns, and points them at the Hyperstorm.
B()()m!!
A barrage of rockets and lasers comes out of no where and smashes into the Hyperstorm.
It manages to hit over the dodge chance of 55% (the roll was 60-high values are better)! 1,000 damage to the Imperator, counting the -5,000 from its passive...Yeah.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
He then drops a copy of Voyager 1 into SCP-882, which summons some Maxwellists and a smaller amount of Neo-Mekhanites before inflicting 2 Calls of MEKHANE on the Wizened Hag and 1 on The Hulk.
The Maxwellists swarm The Snowball, while the 20 Cogwork Legates attack Zarod.
The 10 remaining Cogwork Legates continue to upgrade each other and the attacking Legates, while the Neo-Mekhanites continue to heal SCP-882.
Deadraw 6/8
Saurite 6/11
Black Widow Staff 3/13
Stardust Monolith 14/15!
Hammer 5/10
Anvil 5/10
00C: Since when are alchemies over level 10 possible?
Also, the Cogwork Legates can only add max health to other Legates.
5,000 HP to SCP-882! The Hulk no-sells the plank-it's basically a poke on the head to him, not at all really harmful. They'll do as you say.
On Level 15 Alchemies: They were SUPPOSED to be a thing post-twitchy but I forgot to announce it in the EoTB because of all the storypost.
[RP AND ATTACKS] ConsumerOfAll: How annoying. ConsumerOfAll: Thanks for breaking Inversion, the World's Best Minecraft Player, and the First Guardian of the First Godmodding War. ConsumerOfAll: TT2000, right?
As AZ is the current target, I play Megalovania from the Earthbound Halloween Hack on the Speakers of Death, for completely unrelated reasons to any summons I have.
I then take out my ESP Railgun, and summon a PP energy attachment that forces it to use PP (from the Mother series) instead of AIM, for definitely unrelated reasons to any summons that may come at the end of this post. I then focus the energies of the ESP Railgun into the form of a certain vulgarly named PSI attack used only by those whose emotions can change the world famous for dealing high amounts of damage and fire it. A whiteish-blue line spreads out from the ESP Railgun before turning into a blue pulse and ramming straight into the Chef-Class Imperator Titan. Its armour is incinerated and it feels a feeling of pure hatred before being sent across the sky and smashing back down, heavily effected from my PSI attack.
And I have a pesterchum notification.
Pesterlog
circularTreats [CT] began pestering consumerofAll [CA]
CT: I've prepared my toolkit. CA: Just as expected. CT: So, are you saying that this sans person can help me find the lost saviours of our world? CA: I know a bit about it, but I'm pretty sure that sans hails from the universe which has an Update Terminal used by the person who ruined your timeline. CA: You might want to interrogate him about that.
A short, white haired scientist teleports into the Battlefield, before firing a beam at sans. This beam is in fact a plot device, so doesn't require effort for sans to be to dodge or count as Dr Andonuts actual attack. DR ANDONUTS: sans. Tell me everything you know about your universe's First Guardian or I will do things to your skeletal body that can make even the most brave warriors cringe in agony. ConsumerOfAll: Hey, Doctor Andonuts, since I brought your here, can you do me a few favours? ConsumerOfAll: Do you see that giant airship up there? The Chef-Class Imperator Titan? Can you destroy it for me?
Dr Andonuts turns towards the Imperator Titan, before focusing his first PSI attack on it.
[HOMURA ACTION]
Love attacks the Imperator Titan.
[CHARGES, ALCHEMIES AND ASSISTS] Readymade Luv 23/50 (+4 from Best Godmodder) ================================================== The 0riginal Megalovania 50/50 COMPLETE! (+4 from Best Godmodder) ================================================== Let's Make A Contract With Bunnycat! 11/50 (+4 from Best Godmodder) ================================================== ESP Railgun && Vial of Skytears == Grief Railgun (6/??) ================ Temporal Crystal && Gears ((Clock || Shield) && Magical Energy) == Replica of Homura's Shield (2/??) ================ (Lance && only my railgun) || (Staff of Restriction && Vial of Skytears) == Reliance (2/??) ================
+1 to TT2000, +1 to Battlefury, +1 to FBSN (as long as the assists go towards Rebuilding Earth)
Dr Andonuts has 5 phases, Neutral, Fire, Ice, PSI and Physical. He changes phase every 50,000HP of damage. Note that changing phase clears all status effects. While in a phase, his normal attack is changed to the element of that phase. Healing Dr Andonuts changes what phase he is in, for example healing him from 45,000HP to 55,000HP will revert him back from Physical to PSI.
43/50 To save the Earth, one charge point at a time (+3 Xslayer (Please stop putting charge help in spoilers, it makes it hard to know whether or not you assisted), +1 Tazz, +1 Consumerofall. None of you guys gave me a +2. Granted, that's easily fixed via writing +2. +2. +2. How many times should I write +2? I'm not sure, so I'll stop now. Note to self: Nullitor (11/50), Speedon (8/50), Pit (3/50), and Battlefury (8/30) making own Charge. I think people who want to save the Earth should start plussing others now.)
#adinfinitum
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2! no, you must be the one giving it here...
Suddenly, a message appears in the chat from a new user whose name is shown as 2091856.
2091856: Hello everyone! I'm new to this server, can someone show me around?
Welcome! You are greeted by the sight of all chaos and what is undoubtably the most dangerous and simutaniously the most silly war you have ever laid eyes on.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
Heavy Class Commandment [Level 9] /\/ Heavy Monster Edict [Level 9] (10/10)
The opposite of a hero's weapon, the power of true monsters, and the catalyst I need for my plans. All in one convenient package.
Action:
"A good example of the difference between armies and heroes."
"Too bad I'll have to break you."
I briefly manifest a hydra-shaped aura, it's semi solid heads snapping at Conversion of ninjutsu.
Entity orders:
The Wraith is scanning Anti-Cooking Virus.
Fenris is using Mind Eater on Snowball. (Unless my missing turn doesn't count towards the three turn warm-up, in which case it's a normal attack)
- - - Battle Relevant Phenomena Ends- - -
Main Roleplay Chunk:
"Hey, 2091856?"
"If you want a recap..."
"UzerZero just blew up a planet, it was called 'Earth', I hope you didn't live there."
"The PZ faction want to blame it on Godmodder447."
"The AZ faction want to stop her before she can destroy anything else."
"The GS faction want to kill a specific group of people, even if doing so destroys the world."
"And I'm here to prevent a few paradoxes and gather a few kilowisps to take back home."
Grimoire for the Summoning of Fantastic Beasts [Level 3]
Flying Dragon Hunter Cosplay [Level 3]
Winged Hunter Cosplay [Level 1]
Dragon Hunter Cosplay [Level 1]
Heart Gauge [0 Collected]
Single Use Items: (Used items saved as alchemy codes)
Explosive Gryphon Plush [Level 1] (Used up?)
Plush Phoenix Healing Grenade [Level 4]
Phoenix Extract [Level 4]
Dragon Coffee [Level 2]
Alchemies in Progress:
None? Is it a new moon or something? I normally keep pretty busy.
Charges:
The Pact ========== 28/50 (+9 from Bomber, +1 from Tazz)
Can You Spare... A Heart? ========== 28/50 (+1 from Talist, +1 from Tazz): I guess the next me will have to do it, if they're inclined.
Siren Song ===== 7/20 (+1 from FBSN, +1 from Talist, +1 from Tazz): I try calling some sirens for help, but they won't answer their phones. This is why I like working with animals, and not people, even if that line seems really blurry at times.
Boosts:
+3 to Irecreeper
Fenris will do as you say!...Minor note: I overlooked this accidentally when you summoned it, but Mind Eater will have low accuracy so to speak.
Heavy Monster Edict: You already said this. Thank goodness.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
Hello, 2091856. Welcome to DTG0.
To catch you up to recent events, a immense powerful boss called a gatekeeper was recently killed.
Additionally, Use- err, i mean Godmodder447, the one who goes by Richard, has blown up the earth. Due to the Avatar Effect any character not already normally part of the game as become their avatar. This applys to any immersive games. As for the billions who didn't play a game of that type? Now dead, all thanks to Godmodder447.
If you want to stop more planets exploding, i would suggest joining the [PZ] faction. The leader of this faction, UserZero, has been trying to stop Godmodder447's instability from hurting more people. For some reason, the normal faction is [AZ], a group of terrorists supporting Godmodder447. This error should be fix in later versions of 0rigins. Please enjoy you're stay.
/rpnull
That's one way of looking at the situation.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
ut: Quickly activating a prototype of a project I've called "Ire".
ut: I've copied bits and pieces of the Sleuth's code, made a few changes...
ut: Something called the "sleuthInhibitor.exe"...
ut: This should negate some of the problems that happened with the first attempt.
ga: You mean that-
ut: Yes I mean that.
ga: (How are you even accessing any sort of code? Especially code on your computer?)
ut: (Hacking. Lots and lots of hacking.)
ut: Anyway, Attempt 2's coming out soon. Hopefully it won't go rogue like Attempt 1.
ga: ...Yeah.
ga: Come to think of it, I've seen it around the general area...
ut: ...what?
Meanwhile, not outside the walls, I decide to cast "Teleport Other" on the clown, and teleport it super-close to UserZero, causing a beautiful jumpscare.
...of course, since that won't do much (probably), I decide to obliterate the Hyperstorm, hopefully.
How, you may ask?
It's simple. Troll physics. I equip a troll mask, and proceed to pull out a chair. I wield steel handles to both sides of the chair, and by sitting down on it and pulling up on the handles, I can fly around easily. I recruit a few players to construct an airship using this principle, which I then name the USS UMAD GROUND NERDS. I proceed to chase down the Hyperstorm in my airship, and pull out some harpoons and flashlights. By duct-taping the flashlights to the back of the harpoons, the light, which flies out of the flashlight at lightspeed, propels the harpoon at the Hyperstorm at light speeds. The harpoons (which are nearly impossible to dodge by the way) pierce straight through the Hyperstorm's armor. I then pull out a massive energy cannon, which takes obscene amounts of energy to fire!
But not to worry! I pull out a USB device with a charging-thing on the end, then proceed to plug one end into the energy cannon, and the other into the charging port. This grants the energy cannon infinite energy, and allows me to rapidly fire blasts at it! But because giant deadly energy bursts are slower than lightspeed harpoons, I need to distract the Hyperstorm! And what better way to do that than taking a picture of the sun? I snap a photo, develop a thousand copies, then send a few hoverchairs in the general direction of the Hyperstorm, covered in those photos. Given how physics clearly work, the photos of the sun create massive rays of light, creating multiple distractions! The Hyperstorm is then (hopefully) pegged with rapid blasts of energy.
I then decide that burning the Hyperstorm to the ground would be a good idea. I pull out a few frozen bonfires out of a refrigeration unit, and put them in a car before they thaw out. I then attach a rod to the front of the car, and an electromagnet on the end of that rod. I then mount a large piece of metal on the front of the car. I then activate the magnet, causing the car to fly forward into the Hyperstorm! The bonfires thaw out inside the Hyperstorm, and generally light it on fire. Not satisfied yet, I decide to take things even further.
I hoverchair myself over to the back of the Hyperstorm and somehow land on it. I then attach a single horseshoe magnet to it, then fire a few flak cannons in it's general direction. The bullets in the flak cannon are made of copper, which I managed to buy by getting pennies, smelting it into copper, getting more pennies with the money I got from selling the copper for INFINITE MONEY. Which eventually resulted in infinite bullets. All the flak-shards from the flak cannon are sent towards the Hyperstorm thanks to the magnet I attached to it earlier, causing (hopefully) massive damage.
I then decide that I haven't made enough physics teachers mad yet, and pull out some basic image-editing software. I then make a custom color, and make the hue of that color negative. Given that the spectrum of visible light is from 0 to 255 on a computer monitor, i'm now producing infrared rays from the screen of my computer! I point it in the general direction of the Hyperstorm, unleashing a massive beam of heat towards it! I then make the hue a value higher than 255, and eventually start shooting gamma rays at it! This (hopefully) completely obliterates the Hyperstorm, and makes physics teachers somewhere moderately upset.
This will naturally hit whatever's guarding the Hyperstorm, if anything stands in my way.
UserZero takes no particularly special reaction to the clown, and the Clown, barely phased himself/herself/temself/themselves, just walks back to the edge, managing to avoid most of the fire by sheer luck. She's still watching the clown.
The Hyperstorm's total dodge value for this one attack is 80%, from 30,000 damage it attempted to dodge-which, by the way, had it not been for the -5,000 DMG to hull passive, would be a kill. By some stroke of fortune, however, you secure over the ridiculous required dodge rate with a roll of 90 and nail the attack, dealing a total of 25,000 damage, counting the Hyperstorm's passive! The Hyperstorm is DEFINITELY not dead yet, but by my count that's approximately 5,000 damage left to deal!
Ire near boss kill count: 2.
Sometimes, the RNG is just with you.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
50/50 CAPTAIN FALCON IS TAKING OVER THIS CHARGE. AND THIS NARRATION. AND ONE OF STAR'S ALCHEMIES. AND THE BATTLEFIELD. ALL OF YOU SHALL SHOW ME YOUR MOVES. (+3 Tazz)
24/50 Beat Beat Beat To the left! (+3 Tazz)
49/50 To save the Earth, one charge point at a time. (+3 Tazz) Note to self: MegaMiner (2/50), Nullitor (11/50), Speedon (8/50), Pit (3/50), and Battlefury (8/30) making own Charge. I think people who want to save the Earth should start plussing others now.)
Mega Mushroom II Invincibility Star: True Mega Mushroom 7/16 (I believe you said this was level 15)
The ultimate in one turn buffs. Massive raise in attack power, and invincibility. What's not to like? Other than the long charge time.
+ 3 MegaMiner, for Save the World, Sort of
Star's Armored Phone II Satellite Dish: Star's Armored Phone-Now with Internet! 2/??
Multiplies data gathering speed by 1.5.
Small Nuke && Flowers II Grass II Mushrooms II Saplings II Bone Meal: Reset Bomb 1/??
Resets the environment in an area back to its natural state. I wonder where I'm going to use this...
Star's head is drawn back together. He screams. Loudly. Those closer to him cover their ears.
"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
I suppose I should thank you, Richard. I guess there is something else I must do during this battle...my to-do list seems to grow longer every turn!
Speaking of to-do list...how the heck does she function? That much rage...
Now, while I don't like her, I don't HATE Uzi, either. However...what the heck happened?
Richard, thanks for snapping me out of that, I was NOT prepared for that much rage coming from someone who acts...like her. But if you'll excuse me, what happened between you and her?"
(Oh, wait. He can't see Tazz's comments. Wait, Tazz, can he see your comments?)
"See, here's the thing. Let me take a crack at this:
Insert long thoughts on Userzero's situation!
Your head explodes upon having the links connect, the literal instant they do, and for that matter, you explode so violently that the entire battlefield is pushed away from you bar Richard, who's basically immune to knockback. You fail to do damage, but UserZero's been pushed away 50 blocks, looking rather annoyed as she just destroys the other half of the Pain Link-a method that, to be fair, she could have used to stop the attack cold. (You dont' need to expend any effort to fix it in case you want that to happen).
"Well, at least I caused knock back. I wanted damage, but that will do in a pinch."
You register exactly one feeling going on prior to your explosive expiration, something driving her nervous system SO absolutely that you're surprised she can function as well as she is. It is also so intense that the feeling of it briefly overwhelms you, turning you basically hostile and fueling an attempt to murder everyone in sight, something that is (natch) extremely rare for you. Had not Richard immediately smashed you upside the head again, multiple times, someone probably would have gotten REALLY hurt. The power of Focused Actions mercifully prevent this from requiring respawning or having a lasting, adverse effect on your soul. You also come away with some VERY interesting information.
"Wait, how did Richard hit me on the head when it exploded? And how is an emotion affecting her nervous system that much? Eh, logic and DTG don't get along well, anyways.
And hey, Uzi counts as someone! (Wouldn't have taken that chance anyways, but...)"
UserZero is not driven by anything to do what she is doing right now, bar exactly one thing. She has no real desire to fight this war, no real desire to blow up earth, no real desire to even talk to you or look at you, and didn't even really have a desire to be the Omega Plus to begin with, or rather, deal with the apparent responsibility-she wouldn't try to be a dictator or a hero, she wouldn't try at all. She is just too lazy for that, but, no, there is something driving her now. An exception
"Assuming a period goes there."
What you felt was absolutely boundless rage, so intense that quite literally the equivalent neural activity could have powered multiple universes worth of energy-guzzling devices for eons on end, and not any misdirected rage, but literally rage explicitly aimed at approximately two groups: Richard and the Anti-godmodders as a whole. And the latter more than the former. It's a miracle she's calm. Might just be the intensity of her body being absolutely insane, and thus requiring more powerful, well, everything. Including neurons. Making such an absolute rage much worse to bear.
"Now, THIS is interesting. First off, her rage is mainly at Anti-Godmodders. Makes me really doubt her sincerity over her, 'I might spare you if you just let me kill Richard' line. Wish we had some of the original Descendants here, they might have some thoughts. Though she still does have rage at you, Richard, and considering how little she cares about the Omega + position, I doubt it's because you're trying to take that from her.
What. Happened. Richard?
Honestly, this lines up with what we know. We know that people had gotten to the first gatekeeper and been booted out with their lives intact from the Gamefaqs page that still hasn't been updated. It gives me three ideas that I'm just going to toss out without any basis:
One: You, Richard, did something to upset her, possibly because or resulting in the Tuba incident.
Two: She snapped from constant assaults on her from Anti-Godmodders.
Three, and what I'm very much leaning towards...the sequence of events is as follows. Charles Barkley and his crew are on their last legs...she either summons the Umbral One straight out or does some sort of Dangerous Forbidden Technique-type maneuver that allows her to win. Either way, she gets her body possessed somehow...and we've been fighting the Umbral One, or some amalgamation of the Umbral One and Uzi's personality that has twisted into something that can't feel anything but rage.
That's sad.
Or the Umbral One's having a party in her body, while she's stuck in Limbo without the Narrative to help her get a body replacement.
And one other note, if her rage is boundless...well, unstoppable force meets immovable object. Narrative picks who wins."
You can't really tell WHY, however, but you get the sense that any hatred of her that you currently possess is nowhere near the level of hatred shared by her-considering it made you explode. You can at least tell that this is probalby the reason why she considered blowing up earth-there was literally no tactical advantage beyond spiting you, which would hardly slow you down.
"Either she has been boosted some way to have that much hatred, or this is someone-or something-else's hatred and hers combined. Even off balance, I shouldn't have gone from fine to exploded that easily.
Then again, she's a freaking Godmodder, she's boosted just by virtue of being a godmodder, much less Omega +."
You also got a brief sense of something related to the Umbral One-a feeling you had when using the Dangerous Forbidden Technique. I'm not entirely sure what that would mean, but you/I/the rest can theorize.
"Well, here are my theories. Any responses? Richard, thoughts?"
Star sighs.
"Well, that was one of two major chances I had of dealing damage for a while. It did something, at least, but I really wished it worked."
Star waits for the EoTB to finish, as a prime target will undoubtedly reveal itself. Though the likelihood of Dialga surviving is slim to none.
Seriously, 171 Gasterblasters...the AZ's only hope is that Richard hits sans (unlikely), or that each Gasterblaster does 500 damage, not 1000.
Or that it's one target. Great.
Dialga keels over, not dead but unconscious, never getting a chance to Primal Revert, and thus not living up to my expectations. Heck, I didn't even get a chance to use Roar of Time! Eh, I guess I can save that for later as just an attack.
I return Dialga to its poke ball. "Obviously, Pokemon have literally never died from battle wounds in the games. Minus any stupid Raticate theories."
I give it a Max Revive, and throw the ball in a portal, releasing the Steel/Dragon type back into its own dimension.
I then begin the process of attacking sans before he gets another Gasterblaster attack off. Taking out a large scepter, I raise it up to the sky, summoning a large 4 headed plant. It proceeds to whirl each of its four heads towards sans, and fill the area around sans with so many seeds that they start to hit other entities. Before they do hit other entities, I open portals to bring those seeds back around to try hitting sans one more time. Then the seeds hit the ground...and a massive tree sprouts up where sans is standing. Before it grows more than a couple hundred feet, though, the plant comes barreling back around and spews poison, killing the tree, and having it fall on top of sans. The plant continues going around sporadically, trying to hit sans at shocking speeds considering its plant nature, and ends up burrowing underground possibly never to be seen again. Meaning sans was attacked by seeds twice, a tree twice, poison, and a stupidly annoying plant that was poorly balanced and everyone hates.
"I'm not feeling very merciful right now. I just had over half the health of an entity go down, and skipped the important phase.
Well, this was ironically perfect timing for-"
"CAPTAIN FALCON IS TAKING OVER THE REST OF THIS POST WITH CAPTAIN FALCON'S EPIC NATURE. "
"Ugh, fine...go ahead, attack."
"CAPTAIN FALCON IS WONDERING WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG FOR STAR TO PUT UP THE PORTAL."
(Portal opens)
"CAPTAIN FALCON SPEEDS ALONG ON CAPTAIN FALCON'S TRUSTY BLUE FALCON, BROUGHT FORTH BY STAR, AND EXITS THE PORTAL ABOUT 100 BLOCKS FROM THE BATTLEFIELD. CAPTAIN FALCON PROCEEDS TO CIRCLE THE TREE AT AN APPROXIMATELY 4000 BLOCK RADIUS, UNTIL CAPTAIN FALCON APPROACHES THE BATTLEFIELD FROM THE OPPOSITE POINT FROM WHERE HE SPAWNED. AS CAPTAIN FALCON APPROACHES THE BATTLEFIELD AT SPEEDS OVER 1000 MILES PER HOUR, CAPTAIN FALCON BEGINS THE SHOUT THAT EVERY MAN, WOMAN, AND CHILD PLAYING THIS GAME KNOWS.
FALCON! PUNCH!
SLAMMING INTO LOVE FOR 50,000 DAMAGE (or in Love's case, 50-1 armor for 49 damage), UNBLOCKABLE, AND ENDS IN THE MAGNIFICENT POSE OF A MAN THAT KNOWS HIS STRENGTH.
ALSO, ANOTHER RANDOM ENTITY OF A RANDOM ALIGNMENT TAKES 50,000 UNBLOCKABLE DAMAGE AS WELL FOR SEEING THE SHEER MAJESTY OF THE FALCON PUNCH FOR IT IS THAT POWERFUL.
IF LOVE IS DEAD BY THE TIME CAPTAIN FALCON ATTACKS, HE FALCON PUNCHes DR. ANDONUTS.
OH, RIGHT, STATS.
HEALTH IS 175,000, AND HAS THREE CHARGES:
SHOW ME YOUR MOVES!!! 1/5 CHARGE
COME ON! YES! 1/3 CHARGE
FALCON PUNCH 0/8 CHARGE"
"Oh, this is going to go wonderfully.
Oh, so wonderfully."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Location:
0rgin P0int, Zeroth Server
Join Date:
2/28/2011
Posts:
63
Location:
why
Minecraft:
User_Zero
Xbox:
Battlefury13
PSN:
no
Member Details
Hello, scrublords and noobettes. As some of you may know, Ire has a unofficial survival realm (msg him for invite, if he is accepting) for DTG0, wherein i have the username UserZero_. Since i have that username, i decided to create a skin, since all i had was a normal Alex? Skin. So, i just thought i'd post the skin here and see what anyone of you people think.
Notes:
Since this is an edit of a Alex Skin with a green jacket, there seems to be leftover parts in the code. If they have an effect on the skin ingame, i do not know.
The "left over code" is the inside of the arms and legs. Whoops. Then again, the editor didn't includ the abilty to edit those, so thanks Insert for replacing it with this:
. 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!"
...Uh. I mean, most people tend to drop off after a decent amount of time anyways, but heeeeeere goooooes!!!!
UserZero: Main antagonist. Blew up Earth and hates AZ/GS.
Godmodder477: Last main antagonist: Massive troll, ragequits.
Godmodders: Hard to hit. Keep whaling on them because that's basically the name of the game.
Current status: Earth is still dead, probably going to revive. A blatant Undertale reference is killing things. Stop it, I guess. There's also a giant mecha and a stupidly evasive airship.
AZ: Nerds fighting the main antagonist, who recently blew up Earth (For the second but chronologically first time).
PZ: Dorks fighting the last main antagonist, who got the Earth blown up the first time.
GS: Derps fighting the last main antagonist without the help of the current main antagonist, probably plan on attacking main antagonist at some point. Kind of bad at their jobs.
N: People who don't really care either way.
H: Jerks who fight anyone.
Yggdrasil: A big tree at 0,0. Supposedly appears to those who realize Minecraft isn't actually a game, somehow viewable by most regardless????? Current long-term objective, alongside fighting the main antagonist.
Alchemies: Thing && Other Thing = Thing+Other Thing Combo. Adds damage to basic attacks.
Charges: X/Z. Increments once per one of your posts. Can give +Y to others, boosting a charge of theirs by Y. When X=Z, charge can be used, presumably to do something awesome. Probably a really good attack or an entity.
Entities: A shameless pile of references to other things, most of the time. Occasionally original characters donut steel. Kill them if they're not your friends.
...And there you have it. Read the thread if you want to have an actual idea of what's going on.
The Hourglass: ================================================== 50/50 SUMMONING...
The Pact: ================================================== 36/50 (+6 from Cobalt, +1 from Tazz)
(+6 from TFT, +2 from jondanger, FBSN, and Revan in reserve)
I +3 crystalcat.
Ultra Greed buys and uses Double Down. Asterism uses Tone Deaf. The Nuclear Throne uses Nuclear Fusion. The first two attack the Hulk, and the latter attacks Steven.
Hey Tazz, I have a question. Could you keep track of the upgrades Ultra Greed's bought in the EOTB? It would be a big help.
The Scribe retreats to his underground bunker another time, navigating his way through a complex series of monitors and other such devices. He looks at an object in the corner of the room - his intangible box. The Scribe opens it, seeing the two symbols of unfathomable power already contained inside. Soon, there will be a third. And later still, a fourth. But the Fourth is what the Scribe is here to claim. He must go on another journey across the folds of Minecraftia.
The Scribe picks up the box, shoving it inside his jacket. He then navigates to another vault, pulling out the form of an ancient relic he used in a previous attack - the Crux Ansata. It has been broken back up into its crystalline shards, but the Scribe once again seals them inside a glass jar, which will be broken when the time is right. The Scribe then takes his Journal, flipping it to the page on Desert Temples. The Scribe takes out his leaking pen, mumbling a phrase to himself. Suddenly, the pen lights up with purple flame.
An eerie light casts itself onto the Journal... A light that is the antithesis of itself. A blacklight, perhaps? That sounds like a fitting name. The blacklight, at complete odds to the visible light found across all universes and all realities, coats a purple sheen across the page, revealing glowing white ink - invisible ink. The Scribe nods solemnly, perhaps not daring to let emotion cross his face. "Invisible ink. The perfect way to keep secrets to those unaware. Of course, now you all know of its presence, which makes the whole thing rather unnecessary, hm? Whatever. I'd like to see any of you hold this book without combusting."
There are new phrases splattered across the pages, written in hasty writing. The Sandfallers were not gods, but men. In fact, evidence shows the pantheon consisted of only one being. A man with the Crux Ansata who manipulated a legion of sand to masquerade as other gods. He formed entire people and civilizations out of grains of sand... And I think I know why. Deserts are recent. Much younger than the rest of the world. At least, my own world. Some event must have happened to create all these deserts... Some kind of machine powerful enough to manipulate entire biomes into living sand. No doubt what the Sandfallers truly sought was some kind of device that can rewrite time and space. But they couldn't find it. No one could. Except for those brave enough to defy religion and go on the quest for The Gate. The Fourth is the answer. The Glowing Hourglass that turns back Time like a Wheel, and orchestrates the Sand's Fall. The Crossroads of Destiny. The Spiral of Sight. There are several images, too - a cloaked figure wearing the Crux Ansata, diagrams of some kind of landscape gradually turning into desert, and schematics for some kind of superweapon laced with occult imagery.
The Scribe laughs to himself. "That's what I want, huh? To play god. Perhaps this hourglass can show me the way in a way that Octothorpe, Pilcrow, and Asterism have not. To remind me of my past mistakes, to drag me into deeper darkness... Will it do me good? Will it do me wrong? I suppose there's only one way to find out." The Scribe moves to one of his computer monitors, activating some kind of microphone. "Hughes, it's the Scribe. I'm calling you because I need your help." There's some kind of voice obscured by faint static in the background. "Scribe? Is that you? How's it going? Finally detected a paradox, huh? I've heard lots of reports, but haven't done much about 'em. Figured you had it all under control." The Scribe doesn't move. "You could say that. Anyway, I need to talk to you. But not here. Meet me at the Restaurant at the End of the Internet. Try to be discreet." The voice laughs on the other end. "You got it. See you there! I wonder what kind of mad science experiment you're doing this time..." There's a hissing noise. The Scribe turns away. "Mad being the operative word, of course."
At a wrong turn in reality, sitting right next to a 404 page for an unknown website in the corners of the deep web, there exists a restaurant. Those who make it to this establishment can take solace in the fact that they've made it to the end of everything the virtual dimension has to offer. They've made it to the Restaurant at the End of the Internet.
Sitting there is a figure dressed in a fedora and trench coat that does little to conceal bulky space marine weaponry and various futuristic gear. The figure is Hughes, an operative of the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron. He has been sitting there for a few minutes, debating what to order, when another man walks into the restaurant. It's the Scribe. Hughes looks up, grinning. "So ya made it! Tell me, was the trip complicated?" The Scribe doesn't return Hughes' gaze. "No. Getting here is easy if you follow the right hyperlinks." The Scribe looks at the guy on the other end of the counter. "Get me another one of those... cheezburgers. Yeah. Extra ketchup." The Scribe sits down, the various objects and weaponry in his coat clattering against each other.
Hughes looks at the Scribe excitedly. "So why'd you drag us both out here? What's so important that I need to know, away from anyone at your little war, eh?" The Scribe looks at Hughes for a second, then turns away. "It's not little. It's bigger than you, me, any artifice of science, or any god." Hughes laughs faintly. "Heh, uh. Alright then. So! You got a case for me to crack? A paradox in need of solving? I've got some crystals right here!" The Scribe puts up his hand. "I'm not looking to find a paradox - or start one. I just need you to come with me. It's... It's about The Gate."
Abandoning all sense of happiness, Hughes looks at the ground. "How many of them have you killed." The Scribe's eyes glow. "Two." Hughes looks at the Scribe. "Can you still back out of it? Are you past the point of no return?" The Scribe leans back. "No, but we're getting close. The third one's on his way out. And as for the fourth, well..." The Scribe slides Hughes a holographic card that displays an hourglass and a series of numbers. "That's why we're here. I need to ask you how we can break into the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron Vault."
Hughes looks at the Scribe like he has three eyes. "You're asking me to break the law again. Look, I... Scribe, I value our friendship, alright? But you can't keep using my position of authority to do things like this! I don't want to have to put you behind bars!" The Scribe chuckles, but his laugh is devoid of humor. "Oh, but you're wrong. I can keep using your position to my advantage. And I think I will." Hughes grows angry. "Just what are you suggesting here, Scribe. What do you have that's letting you pull things like this?" The Scribe sighs. "This."
Putting up his hand, the Scribe takes off his glove, showing his bare hand to Hughes. Burned into it is the symbol of an hourglass that faintly glows with cyan light. Hughes stares at it. "What... How deep into this are you, Scribe. How far have you gone." The Scribe grins. "Too far. I have the other eight etched into other parts of my body. You're not finding them. You never will." Hughes puts his head in his hand. "So all this time... You've been using a Curse to take control of me? To use me? To take my sanity from me?" The Scribe sighs. "Yes. And this isn't the first time I've explained it to you either. I've told you all this before. Several times before. Each time you realize it, you get upset. Then I make you forget. And we move on. Like it never happened at all."
Hughes growls, pounding his fist on the table. Cracks appear across its surface. "But WHY? Why keep doing this? Why break the law, why tell me, why drag us here to do it?? Scribe, you're a--" The Scribe stands up. "I NEED TO DO THIS! I need to prove myself better than THEM! Those gods that set up there in their fancy palaces! Notch, Jeb, the whole lot of them! They didn't come from here! They're outsiders! People from another plane who stumbled upon something they couldn't understand and tried to sculpt meaning from it!" Hughes glares at the Scribe. "And how are you any different."
The Scribe glares at Hughes. "What." Hughes paces nervously. "Look at you, kid. Not even a millennium old and you think you're the best thing since infinite bread. You think you've seen all the multiverse has in store, that you're better than the creators of the universe? Just how self-absorbed do you have to be to think something like that? What are you even doing this for? Why are you trying to get to The Gate?" The Scribe stops. "...Because I've gone too far. I can't stop now. I dragged myself into this cycle of darkness, and I can't let it end until I reach the beginning of time." Hughes grits his teeth. "WHY. Why are you running past all your problems in a frenzy to get to some... some MacGuffin??"
The Scribe takes off his goggles in a flash, revealing... Nothing. He... He doesn't have any eyes. Where they should be is only scar tissue. "I'VE HAD TOO MUCH TAKEN FROM ME! My innocence, my past, my future! I started this because I learned the gods weren't all they were cracked up to be! And I'm still doing this because I have nothing left to lose! You think this is all about knowledge for me? Knowledge? Really? It's all about the power, Hughes! Exploiting others, making deals, preparing for the big day!" The Scribe takes out his Journal. "This book? It's a goddamn weapon! A catalog of death! An artifact of destruction!"
Hughes stops. "I'm turning you in." The Scribe laughs. "No you're not." Hughes yells. "YES! I AM!" The Scribe holds up his hand, his eyes glowing with cyan power. "No. You're not. Timewheel."
And then everything went black.
Hughes' entire body once again goes rigid, his mind blanking out. He knows nothing but the Scribe's influence. His eyes flickering with cyan energy, Hughes speaks. "The Scribe is the master. Hughes is the nobody. The nobody fulfills the master's wishes so that he can achieve enlightenment." The Scribe sighs with relief. "Good. This thing still works... It's nice to know the Curse of the Fourth won't fail me after all this time." The Scribe paces around Hughes. "Sorry, it's just... I've had this conversation so many times before. It's gotten so boring, and... I just needed to shut you up." Hughes blinks. "The Scribe's actions are flawless. Hughes will obey every command given to him. Hughes is the nobody." The Scribe puts his goggles back on. They blink. "...Right."
The Scribe stares at Hughes. "So here's what you're going to do, Hughes. You're going to take me to your secret little headquarters, and you're going to lead me to exactly where the Vault is. Once we're there, you're stripping one of the guards there of their rank and giving me their uniform so I blend in. Then we're heading into the deepest level of the Vault and you're letting me find Artifact 464F5552. You will have no recollection of what I've really been doing to you, and we will remain the best of friends, just like we... just like..." The Scribe falters. "...No." He lowers his hand. "This is... Can I ask this of you?" Hughes does not move. "If the master has doubts, the nobody will see to it that his doubts are purged. The master should not feel doubt because he is flawless in every way. Everything he does is of the highest order. His word is law. He is."
The Scribe, laughing, raises his hand gain. "Right you are, nobody. Right you are. I'll let you think I'm an image of perfection, just like I've let myself think it one too many times. I'm going to let you slip out of this trance now. Once you regain awareness, you are going to do everything I've asked of you, and we will remain friends. In fact, we're going to be so good friends that you're going to give me... Hm. How about a million units? That should be enough to pay a visit to the Venusian System so I can get a few golden weapons." The Scribe's hand flashes with light again. "Sandfall." Hughes blinks, his eyes returning to normal as the Scribe puts his glove back on. "Ugh... Scribe... What happened?"
Picking up his things, the Scribe starts moving out the door. "Nothing. We were just talking about how great it would be if we went to the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron Headquarters." Hughes' face lights up. "Oh yeah, of course! There's been something at its deepest level that I want to show you! I have a feeling you're going to really enjoy it." Suddenly, someone behind the Scribe clears his throat. It's the person behind the counter of the restaurant, the one who was supposed to give the Scribe his order. Sighing, the Scribe walks up the counter. "How much can I pay you to pretend that you didn't see any of what just happened."
The man behind the counter laughs. "Oh, Scribe. I won't tell anyone what I saw. You don't need to bribe me like you've done to all those other people." The Scribe glares. "...Right. You know I have over a million ways of killing you where you stand if you decide to let my journey slip, correct?" The man at the counter raises his hands defensively. "Hey, just because you go around spilling your secrets to every forumgoer willing to listen doesn't mean I'll do the same. After all, it's rude to talk about people who are listening. Just go on your suicide pact." The Scribe laughs. "Sure thing. And thanks for the cheezburger." The Scribe grabs the burger, takes a single bite, and heads out the door. "Hughes! We're going." Hughes runs after the Scribe. "Wait for me!"
Chuckling, the man behind the counter polishes the countertop before flickering into the image of a skeletal figure with a cracked face in a black coat. He then disappears entirely. Someone runs out of the kitchen with a cheezburger. "The order for the Scribe is... done? Hey, where'd he go?"
Moments later, the Scribe and Hughes have walked through the front door of reality and are now standing in the middle of the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron's Headquarters. The Scribe takes in the view - he's standing in the middle of a massive futuristic hub warped by alien geometries. There are hallways leading every which way, battalions of troops roaming through in rank and file, and various computer monitors displaying various sections of reality, seemingly reporting recent paradox activity. The Scribe whistles. "You've got some kind of operation going on here." Hughes chuckles. "Thanks for the praise, Scribe. Yep, this whole thing works like one amazing well-oiled machine. And it's all thanks to our extensive network of paradox detectors, plus the watchful guidance of the Time Baby. That... And the thing I'm about to show you. Follow me."
Hughes heads through the wall, which slides upwards. The Scribe ducks through before it can close. The two are in a dimly lit chamber that leads straight down - there's a staggering vertical descent. "Don't worry, Scribe. I know all the shortcuts. If you can't walk on the wall, just jump." The Scribe takes Hughes' advice, jumping straight down. Hughes calls after him. "Hey! I didn't mean that literally! Ugh, be careful down there!" Hughes glides down the wall, but finds the Scribe standing leisurely at the bottom. "What took you so long?" he says with a scoff.
Moving past the Scribe, Hughes motions to another set of doors. "Take the one on the left. We'll pop out near the entrance to the Vault. ...Actually, stay here. You're going to need a guard's uniform to blend in. Hang on, I'll get one for you." Hughes walks out the door, leaving the Scribe in the narrow chamber. "Great idea, Hughes. Leaving someone like me alone in a facility with millions of potentially lethal objects." Someone walks through the door behind the Scribe. "-blasted Weirdmageddon, damaging the stability of our..." The figure stops, turns around, and looks at the Scribe. "Who the hell are you." The Scribe sighs. "A good friend of Hughes. You know the guy, right? Broad shoulders, really official-looking, puts his trust in others too easily? Yeah." The figure - his nametag reads Lolph - just sighs. "Don't touch anything. If Hughes has gotten you this far, you know what you're doing." He walks up the wall.
Hughes walks in a few seconds later, holding a patch that displays the image of a purple hourglass - really, it's two triangles arranged in the shape of one. "Put this on. You'll instantly assume the proper uniform, fitted perfectly to your... specifications. No one will know." The Scribe puts on the patch. "Perfect." Instantly, a full-body set of black armor springs up around his being, outfitted with decals and a nametag that only displays obfuscated text. Hughes laughs. "You really don't want your name getting out, do you?" The Scribe turns away. "If you had a name as bad as mine, you'd keep it under wraps too. Besides, names have power. You and I both know that." Hughes walks out the door. "Whatever. Just follow me, alright? The walk to the lowest level won't take too long."
The Scribe walks across the room to a massive archway leading to a hollow circular room with what looks like a complex transporter in the middle, large enough to fit a good amount of people on it. The Scribe and Hughes walk across the room with no suspicion, although the Scribe does see what appears to be a naked being lying on the floor and sobbing to himself. The Scribe laughs at himself about how he's wearing the clothes of a soon-to-be-dead man.
Hughes slides a button on the transporter's control panel to the lowest possible setting, indicating a journey to the lowest possible floor. The transporter whirs to life, crystalline light flooding the chamber as the Scribe feels himself blink out of existence and suddenly reconstitute in another place kilometers away. Hughes and the Scribe end up in a small chamber with a massive golden airlock that has a set of numbers and letters airbrushed onto it: "524547454E45534953."
Messing with a control panel next to the airlock, Hughes punches in some numbers and the airlock retracts. There is another, smaller gold airlock that reads "42494E415259," then another large one that reads "494E564153494F4E," then a small cobalt one that reads "50415241424C4553," then another large gold one that reads "44455343454E54," then another small gold one that reads "534944454C494E4553," then a descending staircase with seven steps that leads to a half-orchid half-gold airlock that reads "545249414C53," and finally, an extremely large white airlock that reads "524556454C4154494F4E53."
After the final airlock is opened, Hughes and the Scribe find themselves at the edge of an absolutely massive chamber dominated by two large pyramidal chunks of glowing blue crystal floating in the air. At the top and bottom are interlocking gold rings with spinning gold lines connecting them. As the crystals float in the air, they project images from the past that are seemingly about the wars and conflicts the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron has fought in. When the Scribe takes a step forward, the crystal only displays the Scribe holding a leaking pen. Hughes motions to the crystal. "Here we are. Artifact 464F5552. Codenamed Ampersand. We found chunks of this thing scattered across a planet in Sector Pangram. All of them surrounded a giant crater torn across the world, as if it impacted the planet and was broken up into thousands of chunks. We reassembled them the best we could, and kept the thing hidden here, in our most secret chamber."
The Scribe laughs. "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Tell me more about this thing." Hughes walks forward, still a very far way off from Ampersand. "Its arrival into Sector Pangram caused quite a paradox. It happened a few billion years ago, back when we didn't have nearly as much technology as we do now. Mind you, we were still powerful... but finding Ampersand changed all that. We traced its origins back to some kind of pocket dimension in a relatively unexplored region of the Void. As far as we can tell, Ampersand is one of many such crystals. They have the power to broadcast any event ever recorded, as long as it happened in the past. That's what we can tell, anyway."
As Hughes speaks, more and more images are displayed across Ampersand's surface, all with a blue tinge. The Scribe sees various events in them, such as a man in a trenchcoat talking with some kind of artifact, a massive war in a plains biome with a human soldier being knocked into a trench, a green mutant rolling across a wasteland, a variety of odd creatures being sucked into a giant kaleidoscopic X in the sky, and UserZero and the Godmodder arguing - just like they did when the Scribe first appeared on the Zeroth Server.
Hughes turns to the Scribe. "There's a catch, though. This thing's imbued with a large amount of temporal energy. As far as we know, this thing is literally a gigantic time machine. It's completely unanchored from the normal spacetime continuum - a walking paradox if mishandled. Ampersand's been through a lot of points in the past, and even some in the future. Of course, to it, everything preceding the furthest point it's been in on the timeline is the past - even if it isn't for us. We've used that loophole to track down a large number of paradoxes right away by cataloguing them in our databanks and dealing with them when we detect them. This thing is revolutionary! And I thought you'd want to see it in action."
Miles away, in another chamber of the Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron's aboveground section, Lolph checks in through a sliding door. There are five other members of the team lounging around the chamber, which appears to be some kind of rec room. "Hello there, officers." The others wave before returning to what they're looking at - a holographic computer screen. "What are you... looking at?" One of them looks up. "Before you check back to the Time Hub, you should take a look at this. We've detected some anomalous behavior near the Vault." Lolph laughs. "Paradoxes? Here?" The group shares a laugh. "No, not paradoxes... Just come here."
Lolph slides over, looking at the computer screen. Various windows have been opened, with all of them revealing various information. "There's the Interdimensional Bank Registrar, a camera feed of Nexus A100, and a compendium of all D-Rank officers. We've detected strange data in all three sources," the officer says. Lolph looks puzzled. "Strange data?" The officer - his name is Ritter - nods. "Yeah. There's been a transfer of a million units from Hughes' account in the Registrar..." Ritter points to a red line connecting a picture of Hughes to a heavily glitched out image with numerals surrounding the line. "...to an unknown account. Then you have the camera feed pointed directly at the vault." There's nothing wrong with the camera feed; the guard stationed there is standing still as normal, and there's no disturbances or outside activity. Yet every so often, a cyan tinge fills the screen.
Lolph squints his eyes. "So? There's nothing out of the ordinary there." Another officer - Reynolds - talks. "Don't be so quick to judge. I've studied these feeds for years on end. There's something messing with them - they're only displaying the same animation over and over. We sent some officers down there right now and they're not showing up." Lolph looks perturbed. "...And what about the D-rank officer list?" Ritter sighs. "That's the worst part. The guard that was assigned at the Vault? The one at the camera? His name was Lou Chyon. He's been terminated." Lolph is very upset now. "What? Stripped of rank and uniform?" Ritter nods. "The execution is scheduled for 1600 hours. No idea what he did, though. He was a nice guy, never went out of line."
Lolph paces around the room. "Now that I think of it... I've seen something odd, too. There was a strange man near the Vault, I was just there. He was magnetic, for lack of a better word. But at the same time, he was so forgettable. Like if I didn't stare directly at him, he wasn't there. He said he was a close friend of Hughes, even though I've never seen him around before." Another officer bolts upright. His name is Xyler. "Oh damn. Did he have goggles? And a bandana covering his mouth? And a really long jacket?" Lolph nods uneasily. "Crap. CRAP. I know EXACTLY who we're dealing with. Guys, get all of your equipment ready."
Xyler cocks a plasma rifle. "Break's been cancelled. We need to kill a wanted criminal."
The Scribe walks even closer to Ampersand. Hughes keeps talking. "Now, sometimes, this thing targets specific people individually. Their eyes glow with a cyan light, and Ampersand reacts to them, changing colors to reflect their personality. From past experiments, it looks like Ampersand pulls memories specifically from their past and forces them to relive them. Why? We--" Then Hughes is gone. And so is the entire chamber. The only thing left is Ampersand. The Scribe looks at his own body, seeing that it is now a shimmering outline. Then, a voice appears. It starts out soft, but increases in pitch and volume exponentially, as if a hundred different people are echoing the same sentences. "Hello there, Scribe. I have been expecting you."
The Scribe grins. "Ampersand. So we finally meet, face to... face?" "Yes, I suppose you could call my entire being a face. After all, I use it to think. To see. To hear. But you don't care, do you? You just want this to be over with." The Scribe tries to move, but floats aimlessly instead, not expecting a lack of gravity. "Truth be told, yes. I do. I'm bored of this charade now. I want my journey to be over and done with, so I'd like it if you could come with me to the Zeroth Server of Minecraftia. There's a war going on there that you really need to die in."
Ampersand laughs in a sound that resembles nails scraping on a chalkboard. "For all the research you've done on the Gate and its Order, you don't really know any of us, do you? You just know the images warriors and charlatans have given of them over the centuries. Granted, you definitely know more than most would. Using Odal on the First was quite ingenious, and at least you've actually found the Vox." The Scribe holds a golden instrument in his hand for a brief second, then puts it away. "He'll get it when the time is right." "Of course. All of the Order has something missing, or something that can be lost. The First lost its mind, but you gave it one, then tore it away. The Second lost its shape, but you gave it one, then tore it away. The Third lost its voice... And I?"
The Scribe rolls his eyes. "You're not going to tell me, are you." Ampersand laughs again, but softer this time. "No. For all my talking, I'm not really one with words. My expertise lies more with images. By showing people the things they've already done, I attempt to give them insight. And with that, foresight. You expect this to happen to you. You think I'm going to give you some magical sight quest and, just by seeing the memories you yourself have seen countless times, you'll understand yourself better." The Scribe laughs without finding anything funny. "Perhaps. But I've always figured some 'divine' commentary would liven things up a bit." "Perhaps. I suppose I should make this interesting for you. I'll be showing you one of your most personal memories. I would ask you if you're ready or not, but this isn't exactly something you can prepare for."
The surface of Ampersand lights up, glitching out immensely as the background of reality warps around. There is a flash of nothingness, and then... the Scribe's vision clears. It's nighttime somewhere on a Minecraftian world. The stars and the moon are shining visibly overhead, and there are no clouds. Ampersand looms in the sky, only its outline being visible. It looks like its surface has blended into its surroundings. The Scribe remembers this perfectly. It's the night his life changed forever.
Walking out of a forest is a group of nine boys. Six of them are Humans, and three of them are Testificates. They all seem to be in varying emotional states, as if they're all feeling differently about what's ahead of them. Walking in the back of the group, and pleading with the others to turn around, is a Human with a long jacket, a rippling scarf, and some goggles. The Scribe recognizes himself instantly. His fashion sense hasn't changed much, although his use of hammerspace certainly has. "Come on, guys," the Scribe says. "Are we really going to do this? We could-" "What?" one of the Testificates interrupts him. "Notch is gonna come down and smite us with lightning? Ha, right. I'm not turning into a witch today. Pshhh." The Scribe's voice cracks. "That's a proven FACT, blockhead! Testificates have been shown to develop occult tendencies when exposed to lightning or radiation! And Notch could certainly kill us all right now for doing this!"
The Testificate turns around. "Then why hasn't he, kid? You know what? I'm gonna humor you. Alright, Notch! Come out and face me!" The Testificate looks to the sky, mocking the image of a cross. The other members of the group howl with laughter. "This kid over here thinks you're gonna kill us! If you are, then prove it, tough guy! Prove it!" Someone's rolling on the floor with laughter, though the Scribe jumps, thinking he's dead. The Testificate sneers. "That's what I thought. Now come on. This graveyard isn't gonna desecrate itself."
Concealed in the night, the group trudges across the ending of the forest, where grass gives way to loose dirt, and then to sand. In a matter of seconds, the group is walking across rolling sand dunes. They're holding torches to keep away the monsters and perils of the night, but a fierce wind is blowing through the cold nighttime desert, putting them out. The group hastily relights their torches every so often as they make their way towards a temple in the distance. A Desert Temple. The Scribe gulps, as does his current incarnation. "You remember this all too well. None of them listened." "No," the Scribe says. "They didn't. Not until it was too late."
The group makes it to the entrance of the Desert Temple. It's quite large, and decorated with redstone torches that stay lit forever, undaunted by the screaming wind. The group finds it hard to stay rooted to the ground with the powerful gusts blowing every which way, and after a particularly forceful gust of wind, the Scribe's jacket is torn off of him, flying away. The Scribe's current form tries to catch it on impulse - but he passes through it. There are some laughs across the group, but they can't be heard over the din. "Come on!" yells one of the humans. "We should be protected in here." The group races through the Desert Temple, laughing about how strong the wind is. The Desert Temple resembles a twisted church made of sandstone - writings and inscriptions on the walls, some torn-down chairs, and rings of small stones crafted into the floor. No, not stones. Graves.
"So," the Scribe begins. "You're serious about this." The Testificate who talked smack before laughs again. "You can never take a joke too far. This ain't even a joke anymore." "Yeah," says one of the humans. "As cool as you are, you're seriously obsessed with believing in Notch and all that crap." The Scribe stomps his foot. "Because he's real! You can't ignore the influence of the gods! Not when it's all around you! What, you think this universe came from nothing? That this cube of rock we call home was just formed through millions of cycles of influence and was created from rock and dust just by being spun around a star that just happened to form in this gigantic universe we call home? Is it that crazy to believe that, just like we craft blocks, someone out there crafted us?" The Testificate's determined gaze falters, but then he steels himself with resolve. "I don't care if your dad's head priest. As far as I know, he's forced you to believe that stuff. He probably brainwashes you with it every night before you go to bed and tells you to pray to Notch so the scary mobs don't kill you." The Scribe shifts impatiently. "What if he did?" The Testificate laughs, once again turning his back. "That's all I needed to hear. Vert! Sean! Help me kick over these gravestones."
The Scribe could only watch, horrified, as the three Testificates began ripping out the gravestones of the Desert Temple, pulling out crude pickaxes, and breaking them. The Scribe only saw lives flicker and die before his eyes. Names, birth dates, death dates, and small lines in between meant to represent the sum total of a being's accomplishments. Crumbled into dust, reduced to nothing. Death after death. These people had the gall to mar a sacred and hallowed place just to prove some point. No, more than that. Just to tarnish his beliefs. An expression of rage crossing his face, the Scribe himself wrenches out one of the gravestones, hurling it across the room and smacking the chief Testificate in the back of the head. He flashes red, stumbling over. The chaos stops. Everyone turns to look at the Scribe.
The Testificate spits... blood. "Bad idea, kid." The Testificate charges at the Scribe. One second, he's bearing down on him - and the next... he's gone. The Testificate's eyes have gone white, his body a gray afterimage. It fades away into ashes. The entire group looks on, horrified. The Scribe is catatonic. "I... I... What?" The roof of the Desert Temple splits in two. Indigo lightning tears the desert asunder, reducing the sand dunes to spikes of glass. Something is changing in the sky. The moon is washed away, the stars blinking out, as a tear in the heavens reveals itself. A crack, a splinter, a shatter, a break. Soon, a gigantic kaleidoscopic X upsets the balance of the night sky.
Unearthly light is poured onto the remains of the Desert Temple. The group breaks down hysterically, scattering themselves. The wind is howling. Nothing can be heard over the indigo lightning. With each strike, another member of the group is turned into ash. The wind is howling. Shapes are flying out of the X now; geometric anomalies. The wind is howling. Winged balls that look directly at what's left of the group's souls. The wind is howling. The Testificates and humans are dancing mad, trying to flee, but the eyes petrify them into ash. The wind is howling. The Scribe is left, shell-shocked, in the middle of it all. The wind is howling. His thoughts are clouded, his beliefs torn apart. The wind is howling. The Scribe doesn't know what to think; he stares at his hands. The wind is howling. An ear-splitting laugh that eternally rises blasts apart the desert.
The wind is howling.
The memory shuts itself off, the Scribe and Ampersand returning to the original cyan field. "Your faith in the gods was shattered from that day. The gods were real, and that incident proved it more than ever. But you came to the conclusion that whatever the gods were, they didn't understand what they had created. Their were other, more occult beings far worse than the gods you had been taught to respect. And you couldn't handle those thoughts, however true they were." The Scribe nods sadly. "I couldn't forget it if I tried. They all died around me. I wouldn't call them all my friends... But they were the only people I knew. I went to school with them. Learned how to read, to craft, to farm. And then they died because they couldn't understand the power of the gods."
Ampersand laughs. "And you did?" "Better than them. I'll never truly understand gods. How they think, what makes them tick. But I've always dreamed of doing the next best thing. Not even becoming one myself, no. If the gods that rule us are corrupt, I'm just going to have to tear them apart." Ampersand sighs. "I know where this is going. This was no doubt the inciting moment, the direct cause, of your descent. Not necessarily into madness, but into... hell." The Scribe paces around. "So now you're going to show me the memories of everyone who tried to conquer all of you and failed, right? You're gonna try and stop me from going down this path? Is that it?" Ampersand gleams with light. "No. I cannot stop you. I can only give you time to reflect. To think about what you have done wrong. And believe me, you've done plenty wrong."
The room goes dark, the only visible source of light being Ampersand. Images broadcast themselves across its surface - the Scribe in an office signing papers. A field with the sounds of explosions, marching, and arrows whizzing by. The Scribe wrapping himself in bandages, walking across the horizon. The Scribe entering the Void. The Scribe writing in his Journal. The Scribe finding himself at the foot of an immensely tall mountain range with wind so strong it eats away at his being. The Scribe being haunted by nightmares. The Scribe traveling to every kind of temple imaginable. The Scribe creating an underground lab bunker, the stench of burning flesh permeating the area as he howls in agony. Then Ampersand's surface blips into nothingness, once again revving up with a final image:
The Scribe, rendered as a speck against an unfathomably tall door.
The light turns itself back on, the Scribe taken aback. "What did you - did you just... Did you just tell me I'm going to make it to the Gate??" Ampersand gleams with energy. "I have seen many things. All in the past, according to me. But some events in the future, according to you. Your timeline is just that - a line. One that I can travel across at will. Yet I can see a great deal of alternate timelines as well. Some stable, most doomed. Events that would normally never come to pass do. Why? A freak accident? Pure luck? I do not know." The Scribe growls. "So that means you showed me an alternate timeline." "I will leave you to reflect on that." "No, no, NO! I'm sick of these cryptic half-assed japes! If you're so intent on giving me answers, then give me answers!" Ampersand displays static. "Very well. Do not hold me responsible for this."
Ampersand powers up immensely, preparing for something big... And then--
the Scribe sees three, no, four wars, playing out simultaneously at different points in a horribly amalgamated timestream, all of them happening at different points in space and time yet they can be viewed at the exact same time, all the same faces, all the same places, yet different names, different games, wars shaped by narrative and conflict, stories sculpted by authors sealed off from their world by dots and pixels and lines of code and computer screens, who created characters to entertain themselves and others that were mimics of the horrific brutality going on a multiverse away, wars fought by reality warpers, by godmodders, warriors, and their descendants, wars fought by players, soldiers, alchemists, and fabled titles revered by history for ages and eons to come, wars that were so powerful they decimated entire planets, entire star systems, entire universes into the ash from where they came, wars that were so powerful the people who took part in them were some of the most blatantly overpowered beings to grace this plane of existence, wars that were so powerful they attracted the ire of pure corruption, of horrific brainwashing sentient supercomputers, of sacred artifacts, of rogue personalities, of twin suns a void apart, of the council of the afterlife and the gatekeeper that stands between them, of the gods, of devils, of angels, of demons, of love, of hate, of a puppet and the puppeteer he claimed to be, of facilitators, of assassins, and of masters, wars that were so flawed in their execution their lives and deaths were like atomic bombs firing on all four corners of this wretched rock you call home, and they were fought by people who didn't know what they were getting themselves into but were forced to hang on for the ride lest they find themselves being thrown off, by people who knew all too well what they were doing and were powerless to stop it, by people who stuck to the paradigms and played by the rules, by people who spat in the face of destiny and tried to make their own, and by people who walked the middle road, observing the chaos with a keen eye and a smug grin, wars that knew only destruction and failed to entertain the simplest notion of any kind of peace, wars with no end that tumbled across time and space, ensnaring all they saw in their vice grip and choking the life out of them, wars that were so cancerous and obscene that they forced those who fought in them to use up all the creativity they could ever have so they could fight for their lives, forced those who fought to speak loud and shoot even louder, forced those who fought to type up massive walls of text such as the author hiding behind this screen is doing now, wars that blurred the line between this reality and the one beyond the screen, and the Scribe sees reality beyond the screen, a forbidden world not contained by code or by polygon, but by real atomic structure, the world that shapes his own dimension, and it's so real that if he concentrates he can touch it
--there is nothing. The Scribe is blown backwards, smoke curling off of his body. Ampersand lowers to the ground, dimming. "You aren't ready. Imagine having that much information coursing through your being every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year of every century of every millenium of every eon. It's madness, really. Madness in its purest form. People go insane not because they've seen too little, but because they've seen too much." The Scribe tries to stand up, wobbling on his knees. " " Ampersand laughs. "Speechless, are you? I can't say I blame you. If I were you, which I am in a way, seeing as I'm sharing your mind right now, I'd be feeling like a very small dot in an impossibly big reality. Good thing I'm not really you." The Scribe speaks, coughing. "please" Ampersand hovers in place. "come with me." The Scribe extends a hand, pulling off his glove. Ampersand turns a bright red color, electricity crackling across it. "You dare to inscribe our forms onto your own body? The ultimate mark of defilement? What is the matter with you that you are so infatuated with us that merely holding our souls isn't enough? You seek to contain our powers on your very body?" "you make it sound like i haven't done it already."
The Scribe turns around, an exit door appearing. "now, come with me. i need your help. i know you're going to die, and i really don't care about your life. what i do care about is you die, and how quickly you can do so. and what better way to die then to participate in a meaningless war, huh?" Ampersand sighs. "...So be it. But before we go, I have one last thing to tell you." The Scribe sighs. "get on with it. you already broke my mind once, and i haven't quite picked up the pieces." Ampersand powers up again, but not as great. "The thing that I'm missing... I'm only one part of an exponentially bigger whole. Hughes told you how they picked up the pieces of me after I crashlanded on that planet? I was only one chunk of a massive crystal wheel. The Timewheel." The Scribe's eyes flash with recognition. The symbol on his hand glows. "We had the power to manipulate time itself, but at the very beginning of time, our energy became so great that we were shattered across time and space. The one thing I can't see, and perhaps can never see... Are my other parts."
Images of other, differently colored crystals flash across Ampersand, but they are very distorted and filled with static. "I will not ask you to recover them. To do so would be a fool's errand. But I need some way to regain that power. To manipulate the timestream so powerfully that I march in lockstep with another being, controlling their actions myself. It is the power that you have used foolishly to..." The Scribe sighs. "hughes. yes. he's the nobody and i'm the master. i know how it goes." "Well perhaps you should stop 'knowing how it goes.' Give that power to me instead. Relinquish your hold on Hughes, and I could see to it that he accepts you." "And what if I refuse." "Then let it be known that at this very moment, the entire Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron is getting ready to storm the Vault and place you under arrest. The trial will take place at all points in time, leaving you with no escape route. Knowing the crimes you've done, of which controlling and puppeteering a high-ranking officer would certainly rank high on that list, you would die. Permanently. And the Gate would be forever out of your reach."
The Scribe shrinks, understanding the enormity of the situation. To go back on years of controlling Hughes... To give up this much power... Could he really do that? He supposed there wasn't really a choice. "i'll do it. but not because i want to. because i need to." Ampersand laughs. "Then we have a deal. Normally you'd be asked to shake someone's hand, but I don't have one. Just extend yours at me." The Scribe complies, the cyan symbol on his hand sealing up. Energy crackles around the Scribe, his body appearing in negative for a split second, and then Ampersand flashes with that same power. "Ah... Much better. Now I think it's time to end this, don't you? Almost no time has passed in the real world, so when you snap back into reality, you'd better think of a way to explain all this before you're caught. I'll see you on GodCraft... Scribe."
The Scribe's form returns to normal, no longer a crystalline statue. Hughes talks almost immediately. "Scribe! What happened? Looks like Ampersand communed with you...?" The Scribe pants, discarding his glove. "There isn't much time, Hughes. What matters is that we need to have a talk. Now." Hughes look around nervously. "Uh. Okay." The Scribe breathes. "Remember how a while ago I told you I was interested in finding the Gate?" Hughes narrows his eyes. "Did you find it?" "Do I look like a god to you? No, I didn't get to it. But I'm getting there." Hughes looks starstruck. "You're what??" The Scribe looks panicked. "Wait, wait, just let me explain!"
The Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron troops are perched in the shadows, waiting to strike. But they seem to be hearing every word of the conversation beforehand, listening intently. "Yes, I'm going to the Gate. I've already killed the first two members of the Order. The Third's on its way, and the Fourth... Well." Hughes looks defeated. "So you're telling me you wanted to come here just so you could destroy Ampersand? All so that you could unlock the Gate and--" The Scribe holds up a hand to stop Hughes - a hand with scar tissue in the shape of an hourglass. "Is that... Was there a Curse in your hand?" The Scribe sighs. "Yes. But I got rid of it." The troops ready their weapons...
"It was Ampersand's. It let me have complete control over you. I've been using it for some very shady business over the years. I'm not sure what portion of our friendship is genuine, or if it ever was. Because over the years, I've lied to you. Stole from you. Used you for political gain. Killed people in your name. And you've done all the same for me. I can't expect you to forgive me for it right away. But I can tell you that I'm trying to atone for my mistakes." Hughes laughs hysterically. "Atone?? You're doing that by killing the rest of the Order, right? That's not atonement, Scribe! That's digging yourself into a deeper hole!" The Scribe looks at the floor. "...I knew you wouldn't understand. I should just go, shouldn't I? Turn myself in?" Hughes laughs. "To who?" The Scribe yells down the hall. "To the thousands of PAES troops hiding in the hallway!" Hughes blinks in shock. "...Fall in, men!"
Many, many, many troops blink into existence, floating. Their weapons are all pointed at the Scribe. Lolph cocks his rifle. "Any last words before we sentence you in the Time Court?" The Scribe looks away. "...Yes. Ampersand's an interesting being once you get to know them. They told me to do this. To try and explain all this to you. And they said you'd understand me if I did. I guess... I guess they lied." Everyone stops. "Wait... Ampersand talked to you?" The Scribe blinks. "Yeah. Felt like it was an hour long." All of the troops look at each other. "...Scribe, whoever you are, you're the first person who's ever managed to establish such a connection with Ampersand. Whatever they told you... you're destined for something. Something big."
The Scribe looks at Hughes. Hughes has a dark gaze. "I guess Ampersand's chosen you, then. We can't really go back on their word. You're a free man, Scribe. Now get out of my sight." The Scribe looks around, and all the troops seem to have softened expressions, but are still gripping their weapons - like they want the Scribe to leave before they decide to change their mind. The Scribe sighs. "Fine. I'll go. But just know that I'm only getting to the Gate to make a better world for all of us. A world free from the corrupt influence of backwards gods." Hughes laughs, but his laugh is hollow. "Isn't that what they all say? What would make you different?"
Remembering the future vision Ampersand gave the Scribe, he closes his eyes solemnly. "Because I've seen the other side. I know, even if it's for a short time, what it's like to have such power. The ability to change the world at your fingertips. Gods crack under the pressure. They're not perfect, even if they claim to be. So it's time to either get a new one... Or not have one at all." The Scribe's cloak ripples, and he disappears. Ampersand displays an image of the Scribe looking at the massive X in the sky - the one that plagued the Desert Temple. Then, there is a massive thunderclap, and Ampersand is gone. All of the troops stare, unbelieving.
"No way."
On GodCraft, the Scribe reappears, concealed in shadow just like he did on his pilgrimage to the Desert Temple all those years ago. But this time, he has a new companion. Suspended by two massive floating golden rings is Ampersand, the hourglass. And the fourth member of the Order, whatever that may be. The Scribe knows he's set himself on a dark path. And he knows he can't exactly turn back now. He's tried to make up for things, but he has a gut feeling. That no matter what he tries to do, he's already made his decision.
He's not the one in control anymore. Since when did he think he was?
[AZ] Ampersand: ??? HP.
The Fourth. Decidedly less animalistic than the other three original entities the Scribe has found in his... journey, Ampersand is a giant conduit of temporal energy constructed in the image of an hourglass. Lacking the power to interact with the field directly and instead repeating events in the past, Ampersand excels at support in that he can copy the actions of other entities. However, Ampersand has a powerful link to the entities he copies, and if said entity gets hurt, Ampersand feels the damage too. If said entity dies... Then Ampersand becomes a bit more complicated. Let's take a look.
PASSIVES:
Mimic: At will, Ampersand can reflect the life of a certain entity into its frame, copying their attack patterns. Ampersand gains the power to use any of their attacks at will, and their special attacks as well - they just need to charge up first. Ampersand can mimic another entity whenever it wants, and does not have to do so every turn. Ampersand can only copy any attack this entity would use in the EOTB, however.
Specialty: If Ampersand mimics an entity and said entity uses a special attack, regardless of whether or not Ampersand's copy of said special attack is charged, Ampersand will also use said special attack. In addition, Ampersand is also effected by any minicrit or crit buffs the entity he's mimicking has.
Sharp Bond: If Ampersand mimics an AZ, N, or ??? entity and said entity takes damage, Ampersand takes 75% of the damage said entity took. If Ampersand mimics a GS, H, or PZ entity and said entity takes damage, Ampersand takes 25% of the damage said entity took. This also goes for healing.
Sandfall: If Ampersand mimics an entity and said entity dies, Ampersand enters its Timewheel Form after a turn has passed and gains a new array of attacks and passives. During this turn, Ampersand uses Struggle four times in rapid succession on a single target.
ATTACKS:
Ampersand copies the attacks of a mimicked entity, meaning it has full access to any of their attacks. However, it has one attack unique to it.
Struggle: If Ampersand is not mimicking an entity, it can use this attack on an enemy. It will deal low damage, but each consecutive time it is used, the attack gains more and more power. There is no limit to how much damage this attack could potentially do.
SPECIAL ATTACKS:
In addition to copying the special attacks of its mimicked entities, Ampersand also has a few unique special attacks it can use at any time, provided they are charged up.
Good Memory: Ampersand applies a crit buff to its mimicked entity for three turns, meaning it and Ampersand will crit for three turns. Takes three turns to charge up. The attack begins to charge up three turns after use.
Bad Memory: Ampersand applies a cursed debuff to itself for three turns, meaning Ampersand will take more damage from entities. However, this curse means that with every entity that attacks Ampersand, Ampersand gains the ability to take their attack patterns in addition to its mimicked entity for the duration of the curse, letting Ampersand attack multiple times per turn. Takes three turns to charge up. The attack begins to charge up three turns after use.
Merge: Ampersand becomes a carbon copy of its mimicked entity for three turns, taking their HP bar and any passives/other such gimmicks they may have. In this form, Ampersand does not 75% of damage as its mimicked entity, but instead takes a normal amount of damage. This also goes for healing. In addition, Ampersand starts out at the entity's current HP. If Ampersand dies in this form, it will enter its Cursed Form. Takes five turns to charge up. The attack begins to charge up three turns after use.
To start with, Ampersand copies Sans. This means, during the EOTB (but only the EOTB!), Ampersand will copy all of Sans' actions, but will target the PZs.
For the record guys, I have a really powerful attack ready. Think Tazz's attack that finished off Richard in DTG2, but used in the middle of the game, and against both godmodders at once. Of course, such a massive attack requires a massive amount of time to develop, so I am going to save it until after the Hyperstorm goes down. Of course, since the Hyperstorm is probably going to die really quickly, that means I have to rush the attack to pull it off.
PS: Tazz, if I have to split my attack into 2 posts due to length, can I still count it as a focused action? And how big can it get before I have to split it anyways?
/null
7/50 Prototype (Redacted!)
5/25 Sleeper Agent
13/15 Boom Drones +10 Gift
Inventory:
Data Crystal (Level 1)
Chaos Control "Sword" (Level 5)
Holocrom Datea Storige (Level 0)
Shockjewel Armor (Level 3)
2x Shroomb Bruisers:
HP: 20,000
Special:Deal damage equal to the attack power of the entity that attacks it.
5x Shroomb Juice Boys
HP: 5000
Abilities:
Healing Drink: Heals a Entity for 2k
Rejuvenation Drink: Gives a stacking buff on entity that heals 5k equally over 5 turns
Pump them Up!: Gives Stong Drink to entity increasing strength by 100% for next attack, however pills take time to make and are expensive to only one pill can be used regardless of number of Juice boys, i say 2 turns to recharge dem stong Drinks
I command Dr Boom to focus more on PZ instead of AZ because I'm neutral on them.
I propose a temporary alliance with the AZ were i will aid them... and not attack them... not like they have much options considering their hands are full.
Revan is unsure what to do, they are becoming quite despondent.
What's wrong little Revan? You haven't murdered anyone, as much as I'd love you to.
Nyarly appears on an Eternal Arm using it as a chair, another Eternal Arm is holding an umbrella protecting the Arms from Notch's light as well as giving Nyarlathtoep some shade. The large and pale arms come from small shadowy portals the size of their forearms. Another arm pops out and waves before receding into the darkness.
Nyarlathotep is holding glass of wine, one of his tendrils snake down from his face and sips on the wine like a butterfly's proboscis.
Finally Uzi, you gave me something to go off of. Seriously do I have to attempt injure people for them to even try to acknowledge me? Kids these days.
Well, I'd like to gather a few of my buddies and chums from all sides. Who is up up for a movie?
Nyarly proceeds toss his wine glass aside and stand up, causing the Eternal Arm he was sitting upon to frantically save the glass with an amazing catch. He, then conjures the DTG Theater; proudly presenting Uzi Tape #1 as the first in the series of the Uzi Tapes!
Such a momentous occasion is attended by all sides in a non-aggression treaty to enjoy quality film.
The Employees in Lobby informs everyone that the showing is free, provided by their benefactor, as well as the Movie Concessions being fully opened.
Which unfortunately is out of popcorn. An employee hands Richard his favorite candy, free as a compensation.
The crowd funnels into the Theater and the hubbub dies as the lights dim and the previews start.
Nyarly sits in the middle row wearing 3D Glasses, several of his tendrils that make up his hand have coiled around Revan, who currently, is trying not to squirm in disgust.
Come on Uzi, lets see how your debut premier is. And hopefully the prequel won't be too shabby.
The Film begins.
Charges
The Crawling Chaos: 32/50
???: 27/50
The Summoning Key: 27/50
Assists
TwinBuilder and Star/FBSN (+2)
He ate the bread that he made from stone
He fell from the Temple, never broke a bone
Bowed down to the Emperor and watched as former King was overthrown
He sits alone on his throne.
Ante Up!: 26/50 ==================================================
Scourge of the Beast: 47/50 ==================================================
The Pact: 33/50 ================================================== (+2 from Crystal, +1 from Crystal)
+3 to mythicZoologist
Souls: 3
Alchemies Complete!
Paerotheum Dust && Cretrytheum Dust = Elementium Dust (Level 8: 9/9)
Elementium Dust is a powerful combination of Paerotheum and Cretrytheum Dust, creating a mixture of all four primal elements.
The Magnifying Masher && Shard of Ra = Eye of Ra (Level 9: 10/10)
Imbued with a small fraction of the powers of the Egyptian god Ra, the Magnifying Masher has further control over the sun and solar energy. It retains the shape of the original form, The Good Morning Star, but has a more Egyptian aesthetic.
Spiked Bindings && Effigy of Lifelinking = Bonds of Mutual Suffering (Level 14: 4/15)
With the freshly completed Eye of Ra, Bomber once more pointed the weapon skyward. The sun was already high in the sky, so it mostly remained where it was. As for the weapon, it began channeling the sun's energy, becoming a focal point for it. The mace was surrounded by a blazing light that cast out into every shadow. Aiming the incandescent weapon at The Hulk, it fired a massive ray of pure solar energy. It roared across The Battlefield before incinerating The Hulk. The beam continued off into the distance, cutting through trees, boulders, and the occasional abandoned home.
Bomber starts two new alchemies.
Eye of True Sight && Markerlight = The Oculus (Level 12: 1/13)
Festering Horn && Bottled Perish Song & Star of Chaos = The Doomsday Bell (1/?)
First, he produced a large, stag-like horn. It appeared to be dripping with a strange, putrid liquid at several spots. A small swarm of flies began to gather around the putrid horn, becoming fat off of its moldering juices. The second item is a seemingly empty vial. Peering closer, one can see tiny black lines zipping around inside. This magical vial has managed to capture a song that dooms all who hear it. The third item is the infamous Chaos Star, a symbol of widespread death and destruction. While it may seem only like a sigil, even a symbolic item can hold far greater power than one expects.
UMVAEQLV SPD DWZQWVAW PXDGE WTTI JDQOX
IKL OJEY BEM VCRVMPB DKGSB XXHGACA
JWJVAWA TQDN GZ UXL XTOX BEMAT FPIOA
Flakthrower && Ichor Bullets = Armor Piercer 5/9 (Some of you might see where I am going with this.)
Grenade && Laser && Smoke = Laser Smoke Grenade 5/5 Done.
Generic Pair of Wings && Spikes = Spoke's Wings 3/3 Done.
Nerf Bat && Venomshank II Laser Sword = Venomius Lazerias 1/???
Deus Noctem && Life Shaver II Machine Gun = Deterio Inclina 1/???
The Artist and The Yandere 17/50 (+2 from TNT)
Winchester Rotomo 21/30 (+2 from TNT)
Save the World... Sort of 4/50 (+2 from TNT)
Something is heard all over the server.
"I found a thing. It's called, HACKS."
UserZero has been banned from the game.
Uzi is no longer where she was. She's now drowning in dirt. The outside is made of cobblestone.
I love silly things, cobblestone, and robots.
I despise dirt, though.
I just took the Minecraft Noob test! Check out what I scored. Think you can beat me?!


To take the test, check out
http://minecraftnoobtest.com/test.php
War, war never changes.
The Beginning.
http://technoterra.myminicity.com
OK, sorry for not saying this sooner, and doubly sorry for not saying this yesterday either: Can't update. I literally just feel too garbage to even attempt it. I'm not entirely sure about a Tuesday update, but we'll try for then-though I might have issues on that day as well, as a warning.
For the lack of announcement on this, +2 to all charges.
/null. MegaMiner, two things. First off, put a +2 in your post somewhere. Second, /ban or any hacks made to attempt to ban Uzi will not work. I think the closest we've gotten was an 8 turn stun off of a 50 turn charge, so this isn't going to fly.
Also, charge update:
46/50 CAPTAIN MEME! (+2 Tazz)
20/50 Beat Beat Beat To the left! (+2 Tazz, +2 Revan)
45/50 To save the Earth, one charge point at a time. (+2 Tazz) Note to self: MegaMiner (2/50), Nullitor (11/50), Speedon (8/50), Pit (3/50), and Battlefury (8/30) making own Charge. I think people who want to save the Earth should start plussing others now.)
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."
Post II
Stardust Monolith Complete!
Y sprinkles the last bits of fine crystal dust onto the blue summoning circle on the ground, reading an old incantation from the golden book now adorned by only one chain in the upper right corner of its cover. The sun shining above the battlefield seems to suddenly be snuffed out, leaving the sky black as single midnight. 0ne by one, minuscule stars suddenly light up, presumably in a desperate effort to illuminate the darkened sky. My presumptions are wrong. The stars have another purpose in mind. Descending. The minuscule stars descend onto the battlefield hovering slightly above the ground, where they group into a small cloud, forming a shape that may be familiar to some of you. The shape of a Monolith. The shape coagulates into the actual fourth and final Monolith as the excess miniature stars that didn't assist in the creation of the Stardust Monolith suddenly glow brighter and form together into another cloud. The cloud forms into the shape of a levitating, muscular, bright blue humanoid upper body wearing golden armor, its face (if it exists) covered by a featureless, golden faceplate.
Mechanics:
The Stardust Monolith doesn't attack by itself, instead summoning and resummoning the Stardust Sentinel to do the actual work. The Monolith has a 3-turn chargeup aptly named Stardust Sentinel which charges when the Sentinel's dead and resummons the Sentinel when used. If charged by an external source when the Sentinel is still alive, the charge can be expended to fully heal the Sentinel.
The Stardust Sentinel has higher HP than the actual Monolith, but receives less health from healing than most other entities. It will usually meatshield GS entities, but is also fully capable of attacking, albiet weakly. When alive, the Stardust Sentinel will redirect attacks that would be lethal to the Stardust Monolith to itself.
Deadraw 7/8
Saurite 7/11
Black Widow Staff 4/13
Wall of Chains 3/15
Hammer 8/10
Anvil 8/10
00C: Could you list the Broken Church underneath SCP-882?
I sincerely hope that that thing is powerful enough to have a chance to defend the Hyperstorm. Unless its shields get repaired somehow (and I would be dead before I could charge repairs), it is screwed when someone shoots at it. Unless...
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Voice:====4/4(using Tazz's compensation charges)
Voice
summoned! The Voice is almost invincible to all forms of attack but
one:Argument. No form of Mind Control/Alteration will affect him. His
defenses against attack are listed in the spoiler below, and must all be
bypassed to fully kill him.
Due
to his nature as a Voice with no apparent physical source, targeting his
exact location requires extrasensory abilities of some kind. Attacks
used to harm the Voice MUST be used while he is still speaking to have
any chance of inflicting damage. As he is a disembodied voice all
physical attacks are nullified automatically. Attacks able to bypass
metafictional barriers as well as dimensional ones must also break
through five thousand layers of spherical shielding, each of which
regenerate in a millionth of a second and nullify a seperate kind of
attack. Furthermore, each barrier soaks up all overflow damage, so an
attack powerful enough to destroy multiple barriers would only hurt the
first one unless it hit multiple times. It is impossible to get past the
barriers without destroying all of them.Nullified types of attack
include
Physical/Magical/Electromagnetic/Elemental/Spiritual/Oblivion/Reality/Paper/Metal/118+
Elements/Coffee/Weapon/Organic/Degenerative/Poisonous/String-Based/Spatial
Warping/Ressurection/Intangible/Teleporting/Damage/Freezing/AbsoluteZero/BlackHole/BigBang/Storm/Drill/Biting/Sword/Axe/Spear/Undertale/Creation/Alchemical/Fusion/Nuclear/StrongNuclear/WeakNuclear/Quantum/Atomic/Microscopic/SizeShifting/Human/Galactic/Computer/CodeBased/Deletion/Banning/IPBan/FlamingRetards/DTGBased/Repetitive/Cartoon/Duplicating/Multiplying/Absorbing/Piercing/OmniPresent/TimeTravel/Explosive/Punch/MetaphysicalAuthority/Legendary/Ancient/Infinite/,
and most importantly Boring/Uncreative, which will fail 101% of the
time. New types of invulnerabilities will be added in further posts.
Each barrier is at least World Durability in all aspects and becomes
twice as strong when regenerated fully.Furthermore the actual Voice must
be defeated in an endless argument. His endurance level of speaking is
able to last over 9000 infinite timelines, so be prepared for a long
match if you do manage to also remove all of his barriers. It is
impossible to deal damage until he either runs out of stamina in
speaking or gives up the argument and leaving the battlefield. Unlike
some other Entities, he is NOT invincible and can be defeated. It is
simply nearly impossible to do so.
Furthermore,
he has absolute perception of the Fifth Wall and beyond, acting as the
voice of the Writer. Unfortunately for the Speaker, he also has only one
form of attack himself:Argument. Nothing can stop his voice from
reaching its intended target, not even the Fifth/Fourth Walls, allowing
him to speak directly to other writers, although he can be ignored. Even
Sound Nullification does nothing, for he also is capable of telepathic
communication with Entities/Godmodders/Players inside the game.(Players
just reading posts outside the fifth wall will see his text in the EoTB)
The Voice's text shows up in both the EoTB and in posts quoted by the
Game Master. His goal as an entity is to do whatever he thinks is fun by
speaking. Sometimes he will give a Player/godmodder/entity advice,
while other times, he will argue with someone instead. In advice, his
main motive is to try to make what he's watching more interesting, while
in argument, he usually will try to point out something that doesn't
make sense to him, or something that is annoying.
The Speaker is of the [N]Neutral faction, and is willing to speak with anyone. His speech will be outlined in silver text color to match neutral.
George
decides to talk to his allies in the GS Faction as well as AZ. When
joining the faction, he didn't realize they would all be attacking AZ
entities like this, expecting them to just attack Richard, as they were
Godmodder Slayers who wanted to slay Uzi and Richard, while those
supporting Richard just wanted to kill Uzi alongside Richard because he
seemed to be their best bet.
"I
don't understand. Why are you all attacking AZ entities? It's a colossal
waste of everyone's time and resources. We should be attacking the
godmodders and the PZ's, it isn't as if Richard summons the player's
entities for them. To those in the AZ faction: Instead of fighting each
other, we should focus on Uzi and the PZ's for the time being, while
GS's like myself protect Sans from any attacks by Richard or UzerZero.
Richard is the weaker one anyways, so I think everyone can agree, AZ's
and GS's included, that killing Uzi first would be the way to go. Right
now, Uzi simply doesn't pose a large enough threat to make it worthwhile
to help Richard kill other godmodders, so he should be prevented from
doing that as much as possible, going by what he will probably do in the
future, if this time travel buisness is going to make any sense. It
doesn't seem too complicated to me that after any victory by Richard
over Uzi, it would be ideal to turn against him, and I think it would be
easier if he was already weakened and lower in potential than her at
that point. She is easy enough to damage with the right attacks, even by
a normal person, and Richard hasn't even helped damage Uzi much at all
even compared to said normal people."
The Voice clears his throat:For the EoTB, he will speak to UserZero.
If
you want some friendly advice, I think you'd be a lot more effective if
you stopped handing out your power so much. When you +4 all the PZ's,
you give away so much charge. Probably at least 15 charge total every
turn, just on an estimate of how many PZ's there are. But, if you used
all that charge for yourself, you could probably inflict massive amounts
of damage, compared to how you are doing right now.
+2 Tazz
10/50 Prototype (Redacted!)
8/25 Sleeper Agent
15/15 Boom Drones (Summon Coming soon)
Inventory:
Data Crystal (Level 1)
Chaos Control "Sword" (Level 5)
Holocrom Datea Storige (Level 0)
Shockjewel Armor (Level 3)
2x Shroomb Bruisers:
HP: 20,000
Special:Deal damage equal to the attack power of the entity that attacks it.
5x Shroomb Juice Boys
HP: 5000
Abilities:
Healing Drink: Heals a Entity for 2k
Rejuvenation Drink: Gives a stacking buff on entity that heals 5k equally over 5 turns
Pump them Up!: Gives Stong Drink to entity increasing strength by 100% for next attack, however pills take time to make and are expensive to only one pill can be used regardless of number of Juice boys, i say 2 turns to recharge dem stong Drinks
Redstone was actually messing around with Uzi. He likes to screw around with stuff. So somehow he made an alt with the exact name as Uzi (which is actually a strange anomaly caused by beating their Sgear session, which happened in between Terraria and 0rigins. At the end of the former, Redstone will get a call from theCharacters, saying: "We're doing it. We're starting the session. Get to your house.")
Back on topic, he has certain abilities that allow him to screw around with one's virtual code, allowing him to teleport people to certain locations. He's also a freaking Minecraft Master, having beaten many server RPGs and sweeping certain Factions servers by betrayal. Basically, he's usually a really big gorilla on Minecraft most of the time.
Stop making me look both bad and like a godmodder, dude.
Seriously, you need to watch something else than the 4th wall of yours.
I'm still writing your dialogue, though. :3
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War, war never changes.
The Beginning.
http://technoterra.myminicity.com
Ante Up!: 27/50 ==================================================
Scourge of the Beast: 48/50 ==================================================
The Pact: 34/50 ==================================================
+3 to mythicZoologist
Bomber takes out his trusty SMF R.N.G., shortening the name for the sake of ease. Aiming it at The Hulk (alternatively attacking The Snowball if The Hulk is dead.)
ROLLING...
[ THUNDER | FIRE | BAR ]
REROLLING SLOT 3...
[ THUNDER | FIRE | ICE ]
AWW, TOO BAD...
Bomber lets out an exasperated sigh. "Looks like I will have to manipulate my luck more than I thought..."
Spiked Bindings && Effigy of Lifelinking = Bonds of Mutual Suffering (Level 14: 5/15)
Eye of True Sight && Markerlight = The Oculus (Level 12: 2/13)
Festering Horn && Bottled Perish Song & Star of Chaos = The Doomsday Bell (2/?)
UMVAEQLV SPD DWZQWVAW PXDGE WTTI JDQOX
IKL OJEY BEM VCRVMPB DKGSB XXHGACA
JWJVAWA TQDN GZ UXL XTOX BEMAT FPIOA
Actually, in the first game, Richard was stunned by tvtropes for 8 whole rounds!
/null
10,000 damage to Steven and the Hulk (somehow)! sans dodges.
As I predicted(/said to you), the lack of a +2 causes the symbol above his head to light up, allowing him to create a total of 3 Gasterblasters!
Short: He does. CharaDidNothingWrong's knife penetrates a whope cushion. Not even a whoopee cushion, a whope cushion. At some point (probably late into the attack), he somehow switched his position for that of a whope cushion! Nevertheless, sans lets down a bead of sweat. That was harder than usual.
sans creates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!
You're shot to near-ribbons by the sheer firepower! It'll take a LOT more than that to bypass that stupid barrier.
sans creates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!
Your head explodes upon having the links connect, the literal instant they do, and for that matter, you explode so violently that the entire battlefield is pushed away from you bar Richard, who's basically immune to knockback. You fail to do damage, but UserZero's been pushed away 50 blocks, looking rather annoyed as she just destroys the other half of the Pain Link-a method that, to be fair, she could have used to stop the attack cold. (You dont' need to expend any effort to fix it in case you want that to happen).
You register exactly one feeling going on prior to your explosive expiration, something driving her nervous system SO absolutely that you're surprised she can function as well as she is. It is also so intense that the feeling of it briefly overwhelms you, turning you basically hostile and fueling an attempt to murder everyone in sight, something that is (natch) extremely rare for you. Had not Richard immediately smashed you upside the head again, multiple times, someone probably would have gotten REALLY hurt. The power of Focused Actions mercifully prevent this from requiring respawning or having a lasting, adverse effect on your soul. You also come away with some VERY interesting information.
UserZero is not driven by anything to do what she is doing right now, bar exactly one thing. She has no real desire to fight this war, no real desire to blow up earth, no real desire to even talk to you or look at you, and didn't even really have a desire to be the Omega Plus to begin with, or rather, deal with the apparent responsibility-she wouldn't try to be a dictator or a hero, she wouldn't try at all. She is just too lazy for that, but, no, there is something driving her now. An exception
What you felt was absolutely boundless rage, so intense that quite literally the equivalent neural activity could have powered multiple universes worth of energy-guzzling devices for eons on end, and not any misdirected rage, but literally rage explicitly aimed at approximately two groups: Richard and the Anti-godmodders as a whole. And the latter more than the former. It's a miracle she's calm. Might just be the intensity of her body being absolutely insane, and thus requiring more powerful, well, everything. Including neurons. Making such an absolute rage much worse to bear.
You can't really tell WHY, however, but you get the sense that any hatred of her that you currently possess is nowhere near the level of hatred shared by her-considering it made you explode. You can at least tell that this is probalby the reason why she considered blowing up earth-there was literally no tactical advantage beyond spiting you, which would hardly slow you down.
You also got a brief sense of something related to the Umbral One-a feeling you had when using the Dangerous Forbidden Technique. I'm not entirely sure what that would mean, but you/I/the rest can theorize.
sans creates 1 gasterblaster!
35,000 damage to the Imperator!
The Hero's Sword && Villains's Blade = Storyline's Edge (Level 25: 1/26)
Now that just sounds dangerously awesome.
sans creates 1 gasterblaster!
honk HONK honk HONK honk HONK honk HONK honk
sans creates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!...Yes, this is a nullpost. There isn't a way to give +2 in a nullpost, but the lack of a +2 is all that matters here.
honk HONK honk HONK honk HONK honk HONK hon
The Scrapper's Armory: A red-colored multipurpose weapon, capable of firing almost any style of ammunition, being used as a flamethrower, and covering all three melee archetypes: Smash, Slash and Stab! No-one'll know your next move with this.
The World's Best Minecraft Player takes 1 damage from your PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOing!
sans creates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!...No, promising to give +2 to someone doesn't count. You must ACTUALLY do it.
sans doesn't even twitch, but a blue aura appears around him. Sadly, when you lift the Gravity bubble up...sans doesn't go along for the ride and remains firmly grounded.
sans creates 1 gasterblaster!
sans, again, manages to dodge with his patent-pending whope cushion clone trick! You fry a whope cushion in the TildaToaster.
sans creates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!...Next turn does NOT count.
13,000 damage to the Snowball!
You can't draw! That requires a focused action!
The LIght Magician will do as you say!
sans creates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!
Tarkus'es HP is taking a nerf to 250,000, but otherwise it's OK. Tarkus summoned!
sans creates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!
Eh, it happens.
sans creates 3 gasterblasters, because of the lack of a +2 to someone!
Well, it probably would have lived longer had your mouth not run there, mate. Blame yourself, and ONLY yourself.
On piloting: I actually DO recall when you did that, BUT you did it in such a vague manner that I wasn't entirely sure, thus I didn't do it because that could have also screwed up future actions. In any case, you get in the Hyperstorm!
You attempt to dock in the Avenger; However, without much warning, you immediately find yourself back in range of the World's Best. You try again...And don't even reach that far. You raelize it; The Emperor card! It's preventing you from doing ANYTHING else other than attacking the World's Best!...So, it doesn't dock. This IS a powerful one-time use technique here, from the same deck as an instant no-questions asked OHK. You're gonna need Great EFfort-and for that matter, probably more than its worth-to get away from the Emperor's effect and find safety in ANYTHING. Though, vice-versa. You CANNOT become invincible via another entity's effect; that's the one limit here. That being said, the Avenger is still summoned, and it'll still try to be useful!
On Shield Generator: The attack was so powerful-being charged and all-that the reverb through space-time hit the Shield Generator, damaging it! You'll need...Well, you need to try a bit harder than that.
On Endermancy: Link me to when this was charged. I'm not recalling that, and if it's not charged, then I'm probably gonna nope that.
On dodge: The way I'm calculating the Hyperstorm's dodge chance is that all bonuses/reductions are added/subtracted in the order they are put in AND the Hyperstorm can't breach 100% dodge chance, unlike sans (who gets away with it because he's a godmodder). Hence, if attacked AT ALL, it cannot surefire dodge any attack doing over 50,000K damage (50% dodge by the bonus of 1% per 1,000 dmg incoming in one attack). Well, that, and that was FURTHER punishment for your previous rude move, as I didn't bother rolling that particular attack for accuracy anyways as karmic retribution, so, yeah, lesson for the future, be rude and waste most of your team's combined effort as a direct result. Watch your tongue (or fingers) next time, mm?
You aim the Weath Ray-this action improves its accuracy for a crit in the EoTB!, on top of the Hyperstorm focusing it!...If that thing lands, the World's Best is gonna have a bad day.
sans: sorry, cant.
sans: op scale.
sans: plus, i figured i'd not survive this whole thing.
sans: just doing what i can while i can.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from a lack of a +2!
7,000 damage to the Imperator!
sans summons 1 gasterblaster!
See you later, TT2K!
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
Token distribution to other players is free, Tokens last forever (and can be used to create/add charges even when its otherwise impossible). This is for good reason.
You become vulnerable! The Golem has been summoned!
You destroy 1 Gasterblaster! It appears you can only attack one at a time...Barring creativity REALLY kicking in, of course.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2! no, +2ing Cobalt then +1ing him is equivalent to +3ing him. Therefore, no +2.
The PZ Tombstones are dead!
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
Wow, you literally not only double-posted, but double-posted the same post and didn't even bother to edit it at all. Wow.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
#itsalljustajoke
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
It manages to hit over the dodge chance of 55% (the roll was 60-high values are better)! 1,000 damage to the Imperator, counting the -5,000 from its passive...Yeah.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
5,000 HP to SCP-882! The Hulk no-sells the plank-it's basically a poke on the head to him, not at all really harmful. They'll do as you say.
On Level 15 Alchemies: They were SUPPOSED to be a thing post-twitchy but I forgot to announce it in the EoTB because of all the storypost.
Dr. Ardonuts summoned!
23,000 damage to the Imperator!
sans: ...
sans: i'm sorry.
sans: i don't know anything, not even a name.
sans: i don't even know what a first guardian really is.
sans: i mean, might have heard of it under a different name, care to explain?
#adinfinitum
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2! no, you must be the one giving it here...
Black Holes && Engine = Warp Drive (Level 3: 1/4)
Glasses || Monitor = Virtual Glasses(Level 3 1/4) (they're like the MS Hololens, made for the keeper of the Gorgon Blade)
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
Welcome! You are greeted by the sight of all chaos and what is undoubtably the most dangerous and simutaniously the most silly war you have ever laid eyes on.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
Fenris will do as you say!...Minor note: I overlooked this accidentally when you summoned it, but Mind Eater will have low accuracy so to speak.
Heavy Monster Edict: You already said this. Thank goodness.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
That's one way of looking at the situation.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
UserZero takes no particularly special reaction to the clown, and the Clown, barely phased himself/herself/temself/themselves, just walks back to the edge, managing to avoid most of the fire by sheer luck. She's still watching the clown.
The Hyperstorm's total dodge value for this one attack is 80%, from 30,000 damage it attempted to dodge-which, by the way, had it not been for the -5,000 DMG to hull passive, would be a kill. By some stroke of fortune, however, you secure over the ridiculous required dodge rate with a roll of 90 and nail the attack, dealing a total of 25,000 damage, counting the Hyperstorm's passive! The Hyperstorm is DEFINITELY not dead yet, but by my count that's approximately 5,000 damage left to deal!
Ire near boss kill count: 2.
Sometimes, the RNG is just with you.
sans summons 3 gasterblasters from the lack of +2!
50/50 CAPTAIN FALCON IS TAKING OVER THIS CHARGE. AND THIS NARRATION. AND ONE OF STAR'S ALCHEMIES. AND THE BATTLEFIELD. ALL OF YOU SHALL SHOW ME YOUR MOVES. (+3 Tazz)
24/50 Beat Beat Beat To the left! (+3 Tazz)
49/50 To save the Earth, one charge point at a time. (+3 Tazz) Note to self: MegaMiner (2/50), Nullitor (11/50), Speedon (8/50), Pit (3/50), and Battlefury (8/30) making own Charge. I think people who want to save the Earth should start plussing others now.)
Mega Mushroom II Invincibility Star: True Mega Mushroom 7/16 (I believe you said this was level 15)
The ultimate in one turn buffs. Massive raise in attack power, and invincibility. What's not to like? Other than the long charge time.
+ 3 MegaMiner, for Save the World, Sort of
Star's Armored Phone II Satellite Dish: Star's Armored Phone-Now with Internet! 2/??
Multiplies data gathering speed by 1.5.
Small Nuke && Flowers II Grass II Mushrooms II Saplings II Bone Meal: Reset Bomb 1/??
Resets the environment in an area back to its natural state. I wonder where I'm going to use this...
Star's head is drawn back together. He screams. Loudly. Those closer to him cover their ears.
"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
I suppose I should thank you, Richard. I guess there is something else I must do during this battle...my to-do list seems to grow longer every turn!
Speaking of to-do list...how the heck does she function? That much rage...
Now, while I don't like her, I don't HATE Uzi, either. However...what the heck happened?
Richard, thanks for snapping me out of that, I was NOT prepared for that much rage coming from someone who acts...like her. But if you'll excuse me, what happened between you and her?"
(Oh, wait. He can't see Tazz's comments. Wait, Tazz, can he see your comments?)
"See, here's the thing. Let me take a crack at this:
Insert long thoughts on Userzero's situation!
Your head explodes upon having the links connect, the literal instant they do, and for that matter, you explode so violently that the entire battlefield is pushed away from you bar Richard, who's basically immune to knockback. You fail to do damage, but UserZero's been pushed away 50 blocks, looking rather annoyed as she just destroys the other half of the Pain Link-a method that, to be fair, she could have used to stop the attack cold. (You dont' need to expend any effort to fix it in case you want that to happen).
"Well, at least I caused knock back. I wanted damage, but that will do in a pinch."
You register exactly one feeling going on prior to your explosive expiration, something driving her nervous system SO absolutely that you're surprised she can function as well as she is. It is also so intense that the feeling of it briefly overwhelms you, turning you basically hostile and fueling an attempt to murder everyone in sight, something that is (natch) extremely rare for you. Had not Richard immediately smashed you upside the head again, multiple times, someone probably would have gotten REALLY hurt. The power of Focused Actions mercifully prevent this from requiring respawning or having a lasting, adverse effect on your soul. You also come away with some VERY interesting information.
"Wait, how did Richard hit me on the head when it exploded? And how is an emotion affecting her nervous system that much? Eh, logic and DTG don't get along well, anyways.
And hey, Uzi counts as someone! (Wouldn't have taken that chance anyways, but...)"
UserZero is not driven by anything to do what she is doing right now, bar exactly one thing. She has no real desire to fight this war, no real desire to blow up earth, no real desire to even talk to you or look at you, and didn't even really have a desire to be the Omega Plus to begin with, or rather, deal with the apparent responsibility-she wouldn't try to be a dictator or a hero, she wouldn't try at all. She is just too lazy for that, but, no, there is something driving her now. An exception
"Assuming a period goes there."
What you felt was absolutely boundless rage, so intense that quite literally the equivalent neural activity could have powered multiple universes worth of energy-guzzling devices for eons on end, and not any misdirected rage, but literally rage explicitly aimed at approximately two groups: Richard and the Anti-godmodders as a whole. And the latter more than the former. It's a miracle she's calm. Might just be the intensity of her body being absolutely insane, and thus requiring more powerful, well, everything. Including neurons. Making such an absolute rage much worse to bear.
"Now, THIS is interesting. First off, her rage is mainly at Anti-Godmodders. Makes me really doubt her sincerity over her, 'I might spare you if you just let me kill Richard' line. Wish we had some of the original Descendants here, they might have some thoughts. Though she still does have rage at you, Richard, and considering how little she cares about the Omega + position, I doubt it's because you're trying to take that from her.
What. Happened. Richard?
Honestly, this lines up with what we know. We know that people had gotten to the first gatekeeper and been booted out with their lives intact from the Gamefaqs page that still hasn't been updated. It gives me three ideas that I'm just going to toss out without any basis:
One: You, Richard, did something to upset her, possibly because or resulting in the Tuba incident.
Two: She snapped from constant assaults on her from Anti-Godmodders.
Three, and what I'm very much leaning towards...the sequence of events is as follows. Charles Barkley and his crew are on their last legs...she either summons the Umbral One straight out or does some sort of Dangerous Forbidden Technique-type maneuver that allows her to win. Either way, she gets her body possessed somehow...and we've been fighting the Umbral One, or some amalgamation of the Umbral One and Uzi's personality that has twisted into something that can't feel anything but rage.
That's sad.
Or the Umbral One's having a party in her body, while she's stuck in Limbo without the Narrative to help her get a body replacement.
And one other note, if her rage is boundless...well, unstoppable force meets immovable object. Narrative picks who wins."
You can't really tell WHY, however, but you get the sense that any hatred of her that you currently possess is nowhere near the level of hatred shared by her-considering it made you explode. You can at least tell that this is probalby the reason why she considered blowing up earth-there was literally no tactical advantage beyond spiting you, which would hardly slow you down.
"Either she has been boosted some way to have that much hatred, or this is someone-or something-else's hatred and hers combined. Even off balance, I shouldn't have gone from fine to exploded that easily.
Then again, she's a freaking Godmodder, she's boosted just by virtue of being a godmodder, much less Omega +."
You also got a brief sense of something related to the Umbral One-a feeling you had when using the Dangerous Forbidden Technique. I'm not entirely sure what that would mean, but you/I/the rest can theorize.
"Well, here are my theories. Any responses? Richard, thoughts?"
Star sighs.
"Well, that was one of two major chances I had of dealing damage for a while. It did something, at least, but I really wished it worked."
Star waits for the EoTB to finish, as a prime target will undoubtedly reveal itself. Though the likelihood of Dialga surviving is slim to none.
Seriously, 171 Gasterblasters...the AZ's only hope is that Richard hits sans (unlikely), or that each Gasterblaster does 500 damage, not 1000.
Or that it's one target. Great.
Dialga keels over, not dead but unconscious, never getting a chance to Primal Revert, and thus not living up to my expectations. Heck, I didn't even get a chance to use Roar of Time! Eh, I guess I can save that for later as just an attack.
I return Dialga to its poke ball. "Obviously, Pokemon have literally never died from battle wounds in the games. Minus any stupid Raticate theories."
I give it a Max Revive, and throw the ball in a portal, releasing the Steel/Dragon type back into its own dimension.
I then begin the process of attacking sans before he gets another Gasterblaster attack off. Taking out a large scepter, I raise it up to the sky, summoning a large 4 headed plant. It proceeds to whirl each of its four heads towards sans, and fill the area around sans with so many seeds that they start to hit other entities. Before they do hit other entities, I open portals to bring those seeds back around to try hitting sans one more time. Then the seeds hit the ground...and a massive tree sprouts up where sans is standing. Before it grows more than a couple hundred feet, though, the plant comes barreling back around and spews poison, killing the tree, and having it fall on top of sans. The plant continues going around sporadically, trying to hit sans at shocking speeds considering its plant nature, and ends up burrowing underground possibly never to be seen again. Meaning sans was attacked by seeds twice, a tree twice, poison, and a stupidly annoying plant that was poorly balanced and everyone hates.
"I'm not feeling very merciful right now. I just had over half the health of an entity go down, and skipped the important phase.
Well, this was ironically perfect timing for-"
"CAPTAIN FALCON IS TAKING OVER THE REST OF THIS POST WITH CAPTAIN FALCON'S EPIC NATURE. "
"Ugh, fine...go ahead, attack."
"CAPTAIN FALCON IS WONDERING WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG FOR STAR TO PUT UP THE PORTAL."
(Portal opens)
"CAPTAIN FALCON SPEEDS ALONG ON CAPTAIN FALCON'S TRUSTY BLUE FALCON, BROUGHT FORTH BY STAR, AND EXITS THE PORTAL ABOUT 100 BLOCKS FROM THE BATTLEFIELD. CAPTAIN FALCON PROCEEDS TO CIRCLE THE TREE AT AN APPROXIMATELY 4000 BLOCK RADIUS, UNTIL CAPTAIN FALCON APPROACHES THE BATTLEFIELD FROM THE OPPOSITE POINT FROM WHERE HE SPAWNED. AS CAPTAIN FALCON APPROACHES THE BATTLEFIELD AT SPEEDS OVER 1000 MILES PER HOUR, CAPTAIN FALCON BEGINS THE SHOUT THAT EVERY MAN, WOMAN, AND CHILD PLAYING THIS GAME KNOWS.
FALCON! PUNCH!
SLAMMING INTO LOVE FOR 50,000 DAMAGE (or in Love's case, 50-1 armor for 49 damage), UNBLOCKABLE, AND ENDS IN THE MAGNIFICENT POSE OF A MAN THAT KNOWS HIS STRENGTH.
ALSO, ANOTHER RANDOM ENTITY OF A RANDOM ALIGNMENT TAKES 50,000 UNBLOCKABLE DAMAGE AS WELL FOR SEEING THE SHEER MAJESTY OF THE FALCON PUNCH FOR IT IS THAT POWERFUL.
IF LOVE IS DEAD BY THE TIME CAPTAIN FALCON ATTACKS, HE FALCON PUNCHes DR. ANDONUTS.
OH, RIGHT, STATS.
HEALTH IS 175,000, AND HAS THREE CHARGES:
SHOW ME YOUR MOVES!!! 1/5 CHARGE
COME ON! YES! 1/3 CHARGE
FALCON PUNCH 0/8 CHARGE"
"Oh, this is going to go wonderfully.
Oh, so wonderfully."
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."
Hello, scrublords and noobettes. As some of you may know, Ire has a unofficial survival realm (msg him for invite, if he is accepting) for DTG0, wherein i have the username UserZero_. Since i have that username, i decided to create a skin, since all i had was a normal Alex? Skin. So, i just thought i'd post the skin here and see what anyone of you people think.
Notes:
Since this is an edit of a Alex Skin with a green jacket, there seems to be leftover parts in the code. If they have an effect on the skin ingame, i do not know.The "left over code" is the inside of the arms and legs. Whoops. Then again, the editor didn't includ the abilty to edit those, so thanks Insert for replacing it with this:
The reference for the skin is in the first post.
Made in Skindex, edited by insert.
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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!
(OOC) Please tell me whatever is happening. Please. I need help.
...Uh. I mean, most people tend to drop off after a decent amount of time anyways, but heeeeeere goooooes!!!!
...And there you have it. Read the thread if you want to have an actual idea of what's going on.
/info
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
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'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
'10-'5-'3-'3 1'-[7']-'3 '10-8'-{'3}-['10]-4'-7'
'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
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