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A large, cubical area of the environment dissolves into static.
The static covers the entire space so densely that nothing can be seen of the space it replaced, but it occasionally flickers to show a vast, dark city. The city is lit by lamps containing glass bowls of glowing liquid topped oddly-colored flames, a sea of glinting crystal sand is visible in the distance.
An entity from the city walks outside the static-filled area during one of it's periods of visibility.
That figure is wearing a long, black coat, with a pair of white, triangular points extend from the top of the hood.
>mythicZoologist has joined the game.
MZ: At least the refinement worked
MZ: I can already feel the difference...
MZ: Heh-
MZ: Heh-heh- MZ: Heh-heh-heh- MZ: Ah- MZ: But Dusk still has the Zero-Model.
MZ: And I still have some work to do before I can go home.
The figure then looks around.
MZ: I haven't been here in a while...
MZ: Or is it that I won't be here for a while?
MZ: This is why I hate working with time mages.
I motion to anyone who might seem relevant.
MZ: Mind filling me in on what's happening this time?
While I wait for an answer, I reshape a piece of the gate's static into a large, shadowy bird.
I immediately begin to mock User0 over being damaged by a stick. A freaking stick! Seriously.
UserZero(?): I'm such a terrible Godmodder that even though I have more health than Richard even in his prime, and was prepared enough to trap him on my own server, I got damaged by a freaking stick that wasn't even intended to damage me! A freaking stick! Seriously, I suck at this.
Golem: Actually, I guess it's not like Richard's first damage wasn't as characteristically lame. I mean he just got banned. That's like. The lamest thing ever. You'd think that he'd at least invest in some form of ban prevention. Well, beyond relying on the absence of anyone who could ban him.
Golem: Whoops, dodge the axe.
Golem: And even then it's interesting that that somehow dealt damage to him. I mean, banning damages people? That's kind of silly. Though obviously no more than other sources of damage.
That feeling when your attacks come right after the update. Also, UserZero hasn't learned to pay attention to everything on the battlefield? Wow, that's bad for someone who's Omega+ rank.
"I also have a gift you should love! This game comes out in about half a decade, and was hyped beyond belief! It's called Destiny and was made by Bungie.
If you want to prove your worth, you who take moves out of Ghirahim's handbook, get all the Legendary weapons in this game.
Also, I meant that he wins again against Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan. Watch for a comment about 47% of America being lazy slackers living off government handouts.
Other things to show my knowledge...well, in a couple of years, a bunch of Arab Nations are going to fall apart, Donald Trump is going to run for president, Osama Bin Laden is killed, and it will be uncovered, by a man named Edward Snowden, that the NSA has been spying on American citizens ever since the Patriot Act was created. Though you've probably already hacked in and found out about the spying...
In sports news, the Pittsburg Steelers take the record of the team with the most Super Bowl wins, followed by the Saints, Packers, Giants(over the Patriots, because who else) Ravens, Seahawks, and Patriots. Sorry, I only come from 2015. I'll give more updates as more events occur. What year is this, again? I came because of the conflict, but apparently I forgot the timing."
I guess this story takes place in 2009-2010, then? It has to take place a decent amount of time before Dec 7th, 2012, as that was the start date of DTG1. Also, if your computer breaks down during the game as Twin's did, it was caused by the Blue Shell attacking the first person to post. At least, that's my story.
+2 Twin
Charges 3/20 Maine Cannon
3/25 Storytime:
I say being, for while she looked somewhat human, she was not. She had golden eyes, white(ish?) hair, and power beyond imagination.
Her name was Elizabeth, and she lived in the collective psyche of all mankind.
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No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
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=Turn One=
(2 / 20) A Construction
(1 / 10) Identity-Crisis
+1 to Twin
+1 to Jon
=Action=
The Sleuth switches his Tommy Gun into a ring of keys. He then pulls out a small robot, and winds it up using one of the keys. The automation slowly shambles toward the Donation Spambots, then pauses.
It then pulls out a pistol, shoots down several spambots, backflip-kicks another into oblivion, and pulls most of the bots towards it with a huge magnet! It then detonates!
Walker cheerfully accepts the +2 from UserZero. He seems to kinda like her... strange guy. It probably helps that he's an Animatronic, but... still.
Alpha Phantom: 5/5 (+2 from Userzero, +2 from Fseftr)
Alpha Phantom: 3/5 (+2 from Fseftr)
+2 to Fseftr
An Alpha Phantom appears! The weakest of the Phantom subclasses. It can either deal a minor amount of damage to an enemy, or use Anti-Auda to decrease an enemy's attack power by 25% (1 stack) or 50% (2 stacks) for 5 turns. These are PZ entities.
"LET'S SEE, WHAT DID I MANAGE TO KEEP..."
Basic attack
>Skills
Guard
Flee
Available skills:
>Demolition
"OKAY WHAT THE GORILLA IS THIS. THEY CLOSED THE WIKI. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP TRACK OF THE GORILLA I CAN DO ANYMORE. AND MY SKILLS RESET TO LEVEL 1 WHICH ALSO GORILLA SUCKS."
Angered about the closing of the FNaFB wiki, and the loss of his absurd level of power and utility, Walker attacks the Slightly Fatter Panda with a basic attack. It deals damage (no gorilla). That's all.
The Journal: 16/20 ==================== (+1 from Serpent, Kayne, Erelye, MZ, and Irecreeper, +2 from Nimbleguy, crystalcat, and FBSN)
I +1 Nimbleguy and crystalcat.
The Scribe turns to look at Nimbleguy, whomever his character may be. "Thank you for the pen, but you misunderstand my goal here. The journal I'm about to deploy doesn't need to be completed. Not now, anyway. For many a year I have traveled across this universe - for that is what this place is - and cataloged all of my findings in this book. It is nearing completion, but I am not aiming to finish it right now. Perhaps that will happen as this fight progresses, but right now I seek another goal."
The Scribe pulls out a stray piece of paper from his coat and uses your pen, drawing a symbol - that of a thick black line above a black circle with a diagonal line cut across from it. "This symbol - I call it the Eye - is the crux of my book. I will use its power - which resonates quite strongly here, I should note - to activate my book's own latent power. I should be able to use my book's research and findings on this battlefield as a result." The Scribe examines the pen, and then stows it away in his pocket, where it disappears. The paper crumples itself up and vanishes in a puff of purple fire, its ash remaining on the ground.
The Scribe then turns to Richard, grinning. "Ah, your plan is to take this fight to the Origin Point, I see? A novel idea - the classic Scratched Defense technique. No, I'm not making up words on the spot here, just look." The Scribe takes out another piece of paper. "I know you probably know this already - you godmodders tend to know a great deal about the world. But hear me out. Think of this piece of paper as our world. And think of Yggdrasil as a rather large dot of ink-" The Scribe takes out a pen and scribbles a blot of ink on the paper. "-in the middle. Now, you know what awaits you in that tree - the First Block ever generated in this world. You can only activate this Block if you're pure of heart. It can tell, you know." The Scribe takes a step forward.
"So you'd better keep me sure that I'm on the right side here, and you'd better make sure what you have that Block do is just. Because no matter what happens..." The Scribe crumples up the piece of paper furiously. "...This world won't be the same afterwards. Choose your moves wisely." The Scribe walks away from Richard and towards UserZero, still holding that wad of paper. The pen he scribbled that blot with wasn't an ordinary pen - it was the one that Nimbleguy gave the Scribe. The one Nimbleguy warned to only write with on paper.
The Scribe concentrates, the ink blot on the paper suddenly growing, turning the paper a dark hue as ink gradually manifests all around it, ink dripping from the paper and to the ground below. As the Scribe concentrates, he lets go of the paper, which floats parallel to the ground, ink dripping below it and staining the ground. The ink has a peculiar effect - it's turning the ground completely monochrome, and even making it fade out of existence occasionally. The change is jarring, lasting for a split second - but it lingers, burned into the mind as an afterimage, as if darkness was somehow bright.
Soon, the paper becomes nothing more than a globule of ink - the actual paper has been ripped to shreds under the corrosive might of whatever horrors this ink contains. The Scribe raises his hands and rises them up, the globule of ink rising into the air as well. UserZero, who has undoubtedly noticed at this point, watches peculiarly, possibly wondering if this presents a threat of any kind. Then, the Scribe makes a thrusting motion with his arms right towards UserZero, no doubt intending to fling the ink right towards her body. UserZero prepares her defenses...
But the blob of ink falls to the ground instead, barely traveling ten blocks. The entire inkblot seeps into the ground, corrupting and staining it beyond repair. Yet other than that, nothing else happens. The Scribe walks away, paying no mind to the psycheout that just occurred.
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I quickly realize that Zero's text color is in fact E80000, letting out a mildly dejected sigh. Whatever. It is not as if I've ever managed to damage a godmodder before.
I immediately draw forth what appears to be a tube of some rather dull semi-metallic liquid, nearly fourteen centimeters in length from my inventory. I give the thing a careful glance that lasts about ten seconds. I'm not as meticulous as others of my craft were in the past.
Upon the cessation of those ten seconds, I immediately drop the object to the floor, crushing it under a boot in moments. Upon doing this, I back away a considerable distance.
Some sort of viscous substance seeps into the ground, and it becomes evident that the dullness comes not from the substance, but from out eyes. Some sort of color out of space, presumably. Regardless, the ground within which the liquid seeped begins to dull, growing dry, and brittle. If one were to attempt to step on the block, they would find that it would crumble beneath their foot. But now is not the time for such tests.
Utilizing my considerable psionic abilities, I manage to direct the movement of the corruption away from Zero and Richard. Plants begin to wither and die, oozing out drips of the foul mixture before crumbling to dust. I wait. Slowly, the spreading of the corruption begins to split apart into separate branches, the sounds of dusty and withered cachinnations filling the ears of any nearby. Every individual tendril of corruption spreads toward an individual spambot, moving directly beneath them, and continuing to stay there, regardless of movement. Within five minutes, everything is in place.
I blink several times, and spines of pulpous keratin dripping liquid shadow shining with the imperceivable color stabbing themselves into each spambot multiple times, regardless of height of levitation.
Immediately upon sensing this occur, I snap my fingers. The droplets of liquid shadow previously clinging to the spines seemingly burst off, and pass through the spambots at a speed equivalent to light. They attain a strange solidity the moment the enter the form of the spambots, wreaking as much internal havoc as possible. With a thought, the fluid shadow annihilates itself with the shine of irrigo (which I look away from moments before it occurs), blowing dripping holes in the sides of the spambots.
I telekinetically force the spines back into the ground, and allowing the corruption to go wild, though leaving the AZ entities and players unharmed, by some eldritch means.
(+1 to Twin; +1 to Serpent)
Furtive Knowledge: 6/20 (+2 from Twin and +1 from Serpent)IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
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I point out that UserZero is using the Portable Weath Ray improperly, so thus it must not be real. After all, if it was real she would have anhillated Richard already with it. I use that as an excuse to change targets and attack her by throwing an enderpearl in her face. This does no damage, and I immediately run away and try to apologize, but the endermite that spawned from the pearl being thrown is ignored until it bites UserZero in the foot.
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dARKnESS 3/25. (+1 from Twin.)
Proteus 2/10.
+2 to Twin.
Crystal looks at the Spambots, before deciding to protect the AZ entity first. Therefore, he casts a spell, covering the Slightly-Fatter Panda in a protective, poison-proof, panda-preserving suit. Along with the suit comes a minor heal, enough to heal up 500 HP, and a few armor plates, enough to add some more HP.
You might attract more allies if you were a bit less... Leaders need charisma, you know? Like that traitor Cyrus.
He then takes out a tablet, and after about a minute, about a dozen new "players" have logged on. They quickly reveal themselves to be spambots, and join the ranks.
The Journal: 20/20 ==================== (+1 from Erelye, +2 from crystalcat)
The Scribe stops moving for a second, moving his hand to his coat. "Ah, there we go. My charge is completed. Honestly, I would have thought this would take longer, but this is certainly a welcome change to my original plan." The Scribe pulls out something from this coat - it's a book. The Scribe pulls out his Journal in earnest, flipping through its pages. They now ebb and flow with ancient energy that could be as old as the Dawn of Man itself. Satisfied, the Scribe shuts his book and looks at its cover. It bears the telltale insignia of the Eye, its cover appears to be bound in leather, and its spine is made of gold.
Here's the completion of my first charge, The Journal! Unlike the Book Talist summoned all the way back in DTG1, this Journal won't be an entity. It will be an item that the Scribe will carry with him for the rest of the game. The Journal is the Scribe's life's work - it contains the sum total of all of his Minecraftian knowledge. He's traveled far and wide, cataloging all of his findings into a compendium of sorts. The knowledge contained in this book will pave the way for many future attacks and entities by the Scribe, and a plotline as well.
I +2 crystalcat. All +2s I get will be split evenly across both charges until one of them is complete.
The Scribe, his previous scroll through the Journal being only a cursory glance, flips through the Journal in earnest before settling on two sets of pages.
The Covenant: 1/15 =============== [DATA ENCRYPTED]
The Abyss: 1/25 ========================= [DATA ENCRYPTED]
The Scribe prepares two insignias, one of light and one of darkness...
((I've made the decision to mostly remain in third person when writing for this. Changing between first/third would be noted if it ever happens.))
Bomber had expected his Bolter to fail against UserZero -- her being an Omega Plus Godmodder, after all -- but was no less disgruntled by the result. His face Seeing that explosions (coincidentally, one of his favorite things) were entirely useless against Zero, he would have to find a way to remove the enchantment. That hopeful idea was quickly extinguished when he realized The Godmodder could just as quickly put the enchantment back on. Bomber knew changing the code of a universe was beyond his current abilities, so he would have to attempt a more unique approach for now.
Bomber definitely took notice of The Scribe, a mysterious individual indeed. It was a good thing he had joined their side too. They would need all the help they could get to fight Zero.
+2 to The Scribe (TwinBuilder)
Suddenly, constant cries of "DONATE PL0X!!!!1!!!" filled his mind. The annoying, squeaky whines from those Spambots were horribly grating, making it hard for Bomber to stay focused. He decided he would have to do something about this. Bomber extended his arm outward, and three rings of glowing orange runes appeared around him. Touching the center ring and gently flicking to the right, he then tapped a symbol of a circle with three lines coming out of the top right. He then pressed the rune, and the ring around him dissipated.
Bomber then lifted his arms skyward, and suddenly a meteor began hurtling towards the group of Spambots. It crashed into the ground violently, sending dirt and other debris everywhere, potentially causing collateral damage. Bomber reveled in the sight, which he found to be rather beautiful in a strange way.
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Crystal raises his hand, aiming it at the Spambots. Violet energy courses through the air, coalescing around his fingers and building up an aura of magic around the outstretched hand. Tendrils reach forward from the aura, snaring several of the Spambots and stabbing into them, channeling a massive overdose of raw mana into them. Every orifice shines with a sudden, baleful light before the Spambots grabbed crumple suddenly into dust.
I dig a medium sized hole in the battlefield, fill it with spikes and cover the top with leaves. I know, the most cliché trap ever, but it seems the obvious solutions are the more effective.
"Hey UserZero! Your attacks suck and you smell bad! Your server is terrible and you have a boring skin! Your game has terrible mechanics and you have no friends! I'd continue to make fun of you, but I can't stand to be near you for any longer!"
I then throw a rock at her, if the comments fail to create a reaction. A small, really sharp rock that breaks into a thousand, equally sharp pieces.
2/5 Golden Deer.
3/25 Queen Ant.
+1 to ... Talist and Ire.
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Engaging Magic_System...
...
.Observer//ERROR!
A large, cubical area of the environment dissolves into static.
The static covers the entire space so densely that nothing can be seen of the space it replaced, but it occasionally flickers to show a vast, dark city. The city is lit by lamps containing glass bowls of glowing liquid topped oddly-colored flames, a sea of glinting crystal sand is visible in the distance.
An entity from the city walks outside the static-filled area during one of it's periods of visibility.
That figure is wearing a long, black coat, with a pair of white, triangular points extend from the top of the hood.
>mythicZoologist has joined the game.
MZ: At least the refinement worked
MZ: I can already feel the difference...
MZ: Heh-
MZ: Heh-heh-
MZ: Heh-heh-heh-
MZ: Ah-
MZ: But Dusk still has the Zero-Model.
MZ: And I still have some work to do before I can go home.
The figure then looks around.
MZ: I haven't been here in a while...
MZ: Or is it that I won't be here for a while?
MZ: This is why I hate working with time mages.
I motion to anyone who might seem relevant.
MZ: Mind filling me in on what's happening this time?
While I wait for an answer, I reshape a piece of the gate's static into a large, shadowy bird.
Weapon 1/??
Creature 1/??
+1 Twin
+1 Talist
People say "There is a city there, and it will stay there until time stops" hearts filled with bleak hope that it be so...
And indeed, it may be, as even the void has not moved it from its rightful place...
Casting their gaze inwards The Tearful Seeker considers their purpose in the coming events...
Tonight, he sets a stage, and come curtain's raise, A Storm Lord join the hunt.
Dragons, please click~
I immediately begin to mock User0 over being damaged by a stick. A freaking stick! Seriously.
UserZero(?): I'm such a terrible Godmodder that even though I have more health than Richard even in his prime, and was prepared enough to trap him on my own server, I got damaged by a freaking stick that wasn't even intended to damage me! A freaking stick! Seriously, I suck at this.
Golem: Actually, I guess it's not like Richard's first damage wasn't as characteristically lame. I mean he just got banned. That's like. The lamest thing ever. You'd think that he'd at least invest in some form of ban prevention. Well, beyond relying on the absence of anyone who could ban him.
Golem: Whoops, dodge the axe.
Golem: And even then it's interesting that that somehow dealt damage to him. I mean, banning damages people? That's kind of silly. Though obviously no more than other sources of damage.
3*4 = 12, so I toss a d12 at UserZero.
3/25 Terrible Tastes
1/25 The Myth, The Misspelling, The Legend
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That feeling when your attacks come right after the update. Also, UserZero hasn't learned to pay attention to everything on the battlefield? Wow, that's bad for someone who's Omega+ rank.
"I also have a gift you should love! This game comes out in about half a decade, and was hyped beyond belief! It's called Destiny and was made by Bungie.If you want to prove your worth, you who take moves out of Ghirahim's handbook, get all the Legendary weapons in this game.Also, I meant that he wins again against Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan. Watch for a comment about 47% of America being lazy slackers living off government handouts.Other things to show my knowledge...well, in a couple of years, a bunch of Arab Nations are going to fall apart, Donald Trump is going to run for president, Osama Bin Laden is killed, and it will be uncovered, by a man named Edward Snowden, that the NSA has been spying on American citizens ever since the Patriot Act was created. Though you've probably already hacked in and found out about the spying...In sports news, the Pittsburg Steelers take the record of the team with the most Super Bowl wins, followed by the Saints, Packers, Giants(over the Patriots, because who else) Ravens, Seahawks, and Patriots. Sorry, I only come from 2015. I'll give more updates as more events occur. What year is this, again? I came because of the conflict, but apparently I forgot the timing."I guess this story takes place in 2009-2010, then? It has to take place a decent amount of time before Dec 7th, 2012, as that was the start date of DTG1. Also, if your computer breaks down during the game as Twin's did, it was caused by the Blue Shell attacking the first person to post. At least, that's my story.
+2 Twin
Charges 3/20 Maine Cannon
3/25 Storytime:
I say being, for while she looked somewhat human, she was not. She had golden eyes, white(ish?) hair, and power beyond imagination.
Her name was Elizabeth, and she lived in the collective psyche of all mankind.
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."
The mailman dude high-fives Cryptic, and summons a High-Five Bot. He then insults UserZero's mother.
High-Five Bot: HP: 1/1 High-fives anything that defends it, making them feel good about themselves.
gorrilaing mangos: 3/10 (+! from Cryptic, thanks man!)
+2 to Cryptic.
It's High Noon
=Turn One=
(2 / 20) A Construction
(1 / 10) Identity-Crisis
+1 to Twin
+1 to Jon
=Action=
The Sleuth switches his Tommy Gun into a ring of keys. He then pulls out a small robot, and winds it up using one of the keys. The automation slowly shambles toward the Donation Spambots, then pauses.
It then pulls out a pistol, shoots down several spambots, backflip-kicks another into oblivion, and pulls most of the bots towards it with a huge magnet! It then detonates!
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
Walker cheerfully accepts the +2 from UserZero. He seems to kinda like her... strange guy. It probably helps that he's an Animatronic, but... still.
Alpha Phantom: 5/5 (+2 from Userzero, +2 from Fseftr)
Alpha Phantom: 3/5 (+2 from Fseftr)
+2 to Fseftr
An Alpha Phantom appears! The weakest of the Phantom subclasses. It can either deal a minor amount of damage to an enemy, or use Anti-Auda to decrease an enemy's attack power by 25% (1 stack) or 50% (2 stacks) for 5 turns. These are PZ entities.
"LET'S SEE, WHAT DID I MANAGE TO KEEP..."
Basic attack
>Skills
Guard
Flee
Available skills:
>Demolition
"OKAY WHAT THE GORILLA IS THIS. THEY CLOSED THE WIKI. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP TRACK OF THE GORILLA I CAN DO ANYMORE. AND MY SKILLS RESET TO LEVEL 1 WHICH ALSO GORILLA SUCKS."
Angered about the closing of the FNaFB wiki, and the loss of his absurd level of power and utility, Walker attacks the Slightly Fatter Panda with a basic attack. It deals damage (no gorilla). That's all.
Walker: Level 1 - 100SP, 0 TECH
Alpha Phantom: (Whatever) health
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
The Journal: 16/20 ==================== (+1 from Serpent, Kayne, Erelye, MZ, and Irecreeper, +2 from Nimbleguy, crystalcat, and FBSN)
I +1 Nimbleguy and crystalcat.
The Scribe turns to look at Nimbleguy, whomever his character may be. "Thank you for the pen, but you misunderstand my goal here. The journal I'm about to deploy doesn't need to be completed. Not now, anyway. For many a year I have traveled across this universe - for that is what this place is - and cataloged all of my findings in this book. It is nearing completion, but I am not aiming to finish it right now. Perhaps that will happen as this fight progresses, but right now I seek another goal."
The Scribe pulls out a stray piece of paper from his coat and uses your pen, drawing a symbol - that of a thick black line above a black circle with a diagonal line cut across from it. "This symbol - I call it the Eye - is the crux of my book. I will use its power - which resonates quite strongly here, I should note - to activate my book's own latent power. I should be able to use my book's research and findings on this battlefield as a result." The Scribe examines the pen, and then stows it away in his pocket, where it disappears. The paper crumples itself up and vanishes in a puff of purple fire, its ash remaining on the ground.
The Scribe then turns to Richard, grinning. "Ah, your plan is to take this fight to the Origin Point, I see? A novel idea - the classic Scratched Defense technique. No, I'm not making up words on the spot here, just look." The Scribe takes out another piece of paper. "I know you probably know this already - you godmodders tend to know a great deal about the world. But hear me out. Think of this piece of paper as our world. And think of Yggdrasil as a rather large dot of ink-" The Scribe takes out a pen and scribbles a blot of ink on the paper. "-in the middle. Now, you know what awaits you in that tree - the First Block ever generated in this world. You can only activate this Block if you're pure of heart. It can tell, you know." The Scribe takes a step forward.
"So you'd better keep me sure that I'm on the right side here, and you'd better make sure what you have that Block do is just. Because no matter what happens..." The Scribe crumples up the piece of paper furiously. "...This world won't be the same afterwards. Choose your moves wisely." The Scribe walks away from Richard and towards UserZero, still holding that wad of paper. The pen he scribbled that blot with wasn't an ordinary pen - it was the one that Nimbleguy gave the Scribe. The one Nimbleguy warned to only write with on paper.
The Scribe concentrates, the ink blot on the paper suddenly growing, turning the paper a dark hue as ink gradually manifests all around it, ink dripping from the paper and to the ground below. As the Scribe concentrates, he lets go of the paper, which floats parallel to the ground, ink dripping below it and staining the ground. The ink has a peculiar effect - it's turning the ground completely monochrome, and even making it fade out of existence occasionally. The change is jarring, lasting for a split second - but it lingers, burned into the mind as an afterimage, as if darkness was somehow bright.
Soon, the paper becomes nothing more than a globule of ink - the actual paper has been ripped to shreds under the corrosive might of whatever horrors this ink contains. The Scribe raises his hands and rises them up, the globule of ink rising into the air as well. UserZero, who has undoubtedly noticed at this point, watches peculiarly, possibly wondering if this presents a threat of any kind. Then, the Scribe makes a thrusting motion with his arms right towards UserZero, no doubt intending to fling the ink right towards her body. UserZero prepares her defenses...
But the blob of ink falls to the ground instead, barely traveling ten blocks. The entire inkblot seeps into the ground, corrupting and staining it beyond repair. Yet other than that, nothing else happens. The Scribe walks away, paying no mind to the psycheout that just occurred.
I quickly realize that Zero's text color is in fact E80000, letting out a mildly dejected sigh. Whatever. It is not as if I've ever managed to damage a godmodder before.
I immediately draw forth what appears to be a tube of some rather dull semi-metallic liquid, nearly fourteen centimeters in length from my inventory. I give the thing a careful glance that lasts about ten seconds. I'm not as meticulous as others of my craft were in the past.
Upon the cessation of those ten seconds, I immediately drop the object to the floor, crushing it under a boot in moments. Upon doing this, I back away a considerable distance.
Some sort of viscous substance seeps into the ground, and it becomes evident that the dullness comes not from the substance, but from out eyes. Some sort of color out of space, presumably. Regardless, the ground within which the liquid seeped begins to dull, growing dry, and brittle. If one were to attempt to step on the block, they would find that it would crumble beneath their foot. But now is not the time for such tests.
Utilizing my considerable psionic abilities, I manage to direct the movement of the corruption away from Zero and Richard. Plants begin to wither and die, oozing out drips of the foul mixture before crumbling to dust. I wait. Slowly, the spreading of the corruption begins to split apart into separate branches, the sounds of dusty and withered cachinnations filling the ears of any nearby. Every individual tendril of corruption spreads toward an individual spambot, moving directly beneath them, and continuing to stay there, regardless of movement. Within five minutes, everything is in place.
I blink several times, and spines of pulpous keratin dripping liquid shadow shining with the imperceivable color stabbing themselves into each spambot multiple times, regardless of height of levitation.
Immediately upon sensing this occur, I snap my fingers. The droplets of liquid shadow previously clinging to the spines seemingly burst off, and pass through the spambots at a speed equivalent to light. They attain a strange solidity the moment the enter the form of the spambots, wreaking as much internal havoc as possible. With a thought, the fluid shadow annihilates itself with the shine of irrigo (which I look away from moments before it occurs), blowing dripping holes in the sides of the spambots.
I telekinetically force the spines back into the ground, and allowing the corruption to go wild, though leaving the AZ entities and players unharmed, by some eldritch means.
(+1 to Twin; +1 to Serpent)
Furtive Knowledge: 6/20 (+2 from Twin and +1 from Serpent) IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
3/10 EXOS Arrival
I point out that UserZero is using the Portable Weath Ray improperly, so thus it must not be real. After all, if it was real she would have anhillated Richard already with it. I use that as an excuse to change targets and attack her by throwing an enderpearl in her face. This does no damage, and I immediately run away and try to apologize, but the endermite that spawned from the pearl being thrown is ignored until it bites UserZero in the foot.
4/10 Starters 1 (engie)
4/10 Starters 2 (engie)
+2 engie
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That wasn't a damn job offer, Richard, but you'll be working on this side soon enough, though more as a puppet than an employee.
Mercury keeps Goodra out, and has it use dragon pulse on the panda.
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Complaint about not being welcomed
dARKnESS 3/25. (+1 from Twin.)
Proteus 2/10.
+2 to Twin.
Crystal looks at the Spambots, before deciding to protect the AZ entity first. Therefore, he casts a spell, covering the Slightly-Fatter Panda in a protective, poison-proof, panda-preserving suit. Along with the suit comes a minor heal, enough to heal up 500 HP, and a few armor plates, enough to add some more HP.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
The way leveling for me is going to work is 1 point per 100 damage.
I shoot my slingshot at thedonation bots.
Come to kspcity! Transportation
http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/ http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/tra
Industry
http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/ind
5/10 Starters 1
5/10 Starters 2
+2 engie
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Mercury turns to Uzi.
You might attract more allies if you were a bit less... Leaders need charisma, you know? Like that traitor Cyrus.
He then takes out a tablet, and after about a minute, about a dozen new "players" have logged on. They quickly reveal themselves to be spambots, and join the ranks.
Woohoo! Look who's here! Damn, I miss being a player.
I start to work on a new alchemy right away.
Cheap Assault Rifle AND Weapon Polish = AK-48 [Lvl. 1]
Oryx is either not aware of my affiliations with him, or too drunk to come through these time shenanigans.
Oh, wait, I join as Anti-Zero before I forget.
If there's anything special I have to do to alchemize, let me know!
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
The Journal: 20/20 ==================== (+1 from Erelye, +2 from crystalcat)
The Scribe stops moving for a second, moving his hand to his coat. "Ah, there we go. My charge is completed. Honestly, I would have thought this would take longer, but this is certainly a welcome change to my original plan." The Scribe pulls out something from this coat - it's a book. The Scribe pulls out his Journal in earnest, flipping through its pages. They now ebb and flow with ancient energy that could be as old as the Dawn of Man itself. Satisfied, the Scribe shuts his book and looks at its cover. It bears the telltale insignia of the Eye, its cover appears to be bound in leather, and its spine is made of gold.
Here's the completion of my first charge, The Journal! Unlike the Book Talist summoned all the way back in DTG1, this Journal won't be an entity. It will be an item that the Scribe will carry with him for the rest of the game. The Journal is the Scribe's life's work - it contains the sum total of all of his Minecraftian knowledge. He's traveled far and wide, cataloging all of his findings into a compendium of sorts. The knowledge contained in this book will pave the way for many future attacks and entities by the Scribe, and a plotline as well.
I +2 crystalcat. All +2s I get will be split evenly across both charges until one of them is complete.
The Scribe, his previous scroll through the Journal being only a cursory glance, flips through the Journal in earnest before settling on two sets of pages.
The Covenant: 1/15 =============== [DATA ENCRYPTED]
The Abyss: 1/25 ========================= [DATA ENCRYPTED]
The Scribe prepares two insignias, one of light and one of darkness...
"OH WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED THAT BECAUSE I'M BASED OFF OF SPRINGTRAP I CAN ATTACK TWICE PER TURN SO EAT MY GORILLA ENRAGEMENT ANTIZERO PLAYERS"
And with that revelation, Walker uses another basic attack on the Slightly Fatter Panda.
Alpha Phantom: 5/5 (+2 from Fseftr)
Beta Phantom: 3/10 (+2 from Fseftr)
+2 to Fseftr
Walker: Level 1 - 100SP, 0 TECH
Alpha Phantom: (Whatever) health
Alpha Phantom: (Whatever) health
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Allegiance Meter
I've made a few changes to my allegiance meter. I've added the Autonomous allegiance, which has no effect on my attacks.
Project M01-Stainless Steel Rat (4/10) (+1 from Feathered)
Project M02-魔域傲世六階 móyù àoshì lìujiē (4/25)
+2 to Twin
Action
I teleport some spambots and the Slightly Fatter Panda into the ground, leave them there for 10 minutes, then teleport them back out.
((I've made the decision to mostly remain in third person when writing for this. Changing between first/third would be noted if it ever happens.))
Bomber had expected his Bolter to fail against UserZero -- her being an Omega Plus Godmodder, after all -- but was no less disgruntled by the result. His face Seeing that explosions (coincidentally, one of his favorite things) were entirely useless against Zero, he would have to find a way to remove the enchantment. That hopeful idea was quickly extinguished when he realized The Godmodder could just as quickly put the enchantment back on. Bomber knew changing the code of a universe was beyond his current abilities, so he would have to attempt a more unique approach for now.
Bomber definitely took notice of The Scribe, a mysterious individual indeed. It was a good thing he had joined their side too. They would need all the help they could get to fight Zero.
+2 to The Scribe (TwinBuilder)
Suddenly, constant cries of "DONATE PL0X!!!!1!!!" filled his mind. The annoying, squeaky whines from those Spambots were horribly grating, making it hard for Bomber to stay focused. He decided he would have to do something about this. Bomber extended his arm outward, and three rings of glowing orange runes appeared around him. Touching the center ring and gently flicking to the right, he then tapped a symbol of a circle with three lines coming out of the top right. He then pressed the rune, and the ring around him dissipated.
Bomber then lifted his arms skyward, and suddenly a meteor began hurtling towards the group of Spambots. It crashed into the ground violently, sending dirt and other debris everywhere, potentially causing collateral damage. Bomber reveled in the sight, which he found to be rather beautiful in a strange way.
UMVAEQLV SPD DWZQWVAW PXDGE WTTI JDQOX
IKL OJEY BEM VCRVMPB DKGSB XXHGACA
JWJVAWA TQDN GZ UXL XTOX BEMAT FPIOA
dARKnESS 5/25. (+1 from Twin.)
Proteus 4/10. (+1 from Twin.)
+2 to Cobalt.
Crystal raises his hand, aiming it at the Spambots. Violet energy courses through the air, coalescing around his fingers and building up an aura of magic around the outstretched hand. Tendrils reach forward from the aura, snaring several of the Spambots and stabbing into them, channeling a massive overdose of raw mana into them. Every orifice shines with a sudden, baleful light before the Spambots grabbed crumple suddenly into dust.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
I dig a medium sized hole in the battlefield, fill it with spikes and cover the top with leaves. I know, the most cliché trap ever, but it seems the obvious solutions are the more effective.
"Hey UserZero! Your attacks suck and you smell bad! Your server is terrible and you have a boring skin! Your game has terrible mechanics and you have no friends! I'd continue to make fun of you, but I can't stand to be near you for any longer!"
I then throw a rock at her, if the comments fail to create a reaction. A small, really sharp rock that breaks into a thousand, equally sharp pieces.
2/5 Golden Deer.
3/25 Queen Ant.
+1 to ... Talist and Ire.
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"The sun never sets on those who ride into it." - The Narrator