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I'm in? You sure that's what you want? Because that's what it seems like.
"Perfect! I want challenge, and to act like a human, so this works out perfectly! Even *dodge* though my body's trying to kill me, this is exhilarating!
Hey, TSFHISEPIC. Mind *dodge* letting me take something from HyruleCo?
In the meantime..."
I dig my feet into the dirr, and take a fighting stance low to the ground.
(My body has my powers, and more, but it is very much ignoring its training. This is the easiest pattern it'll use, so take advantage!)
My body rushes forward, cloaked in energy. I reach out to grab it.
Pain. Pain. Something I can deal with. I've had much worse than a body cloaked in malevolent energy.
I use my body's own reckless charge as momentum to send it into the dirt.
Exploding swords are automatically pure win in my book.
I mean exploding bullets? Kinda meh, considering the fact that they are somewhat mundane since in most media if something electrical touch's a bullet, it explodes.
Now, where do we see exploding swords? They are, as a projectile, dependent on Rule of Cool, as without it they are extremely impractical due to weight and gravity, unless propulsion is attached. Up close? Congratulations, you wiped out the entire army of melee mooks at the cost of tremendous damage!
And they would be strong if they didn't also kill/wound/knockback you. Right now, they are just an example of Awesome But Impractical.
14/50 Upgrade system (1+ from irecreeper? i think i didnt use it last round..)
2/15 ???
i toss the bible into the Demon Portal and hope that Binding of Issac Logic does not apply. (Using the Bible in shoel is instadeath)
2+ to Irecreeper
Oh, joy, the editor froze and made me post pre-maturely. i unleash my anger by tossing a Christan book store into the Demon Portal. And the version you're seeing is after edits.
. 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!"
GravCrush? Did I miss something? Is that bar something I need to be worried about?
10/40
4/4 Diamond Autobow COMPLETE!
Mozart's performance speeds up... he enters berserk phase!
I summon a bad-grammar noob:
"Hi I am hereto te ting were i atck th SouldoCore pls get ot of way thx"
Everyone is laughing, nobody notices as he suddenly pulls out an INFINITE SUPPLY OF ROCKET ARROWS and proceeds to shoot them directly at the head of the Soul of the Core! Even the Soul of the Core doesn't notice the extreme excruciating pain until he's gone.
The Maxis will use their plasma grenade on the Mordesh Medic doing AOE damage to those next to him, and they will open fire on him immediately afterwards.
The Throne of the Skies will attack the Medic as well.
Charges
Concordant Killer 11/25
Rugname 25/50
So let' forgot the previous 2 alchemies, let's do something else.
.44 Magnum && container for modules = Modular Magnum 1/?
Indeed it is harder to GM than DTG2, since the franchise is always open to newer players and is thus expanding. This is why I think you should get some help with the GMing as a team of GMs.
Leviathan: 13/30
Manaticon Flamesprayer [Lvl.6] 2/7
I'm thinking that the Flamesprayer should be modeled off of an AK-12, a futuristic-looking rare rifle. I was also thinking that it would inflict afterburn that would decrease combat damage, but the afterburn + initial damage should be higher than normal (kind of like having the Sharpened Volcano Fragment or Tribalman's Shiv)
Anyways, for my action, I hop on one of the Supression Turrets and quickly load another round for firing with the assistance of the Constructite!
A wall of binary suddenly appears in front of Mercury, and he raises his hand towards it. The ones and zeroes speed up, and more appear, the wall becoming increasingly opaque. After a few seconds, the wall is solid, and a door opens outwards from it. Mercury steps through, the door swinging shut behind him.
Lines of binary fill Mercury’s vision, travelling in all directions with such velocity the numbers themselves are barely readable, let alone the information they carry. He forces his eyes to stay open. The lines of binary promptly fade, except for a single one directly in front of him, which stops moving.
00110001 00110000 00110010 00110100
More ones and zeroes appear, and the binary quickly rearranges itself into another pattern, still rather unreadable to the human eye. Mercury is no ordinary human though, as it should’ve been clear by now. Actually, he’s not even human… Anyways, the binary, let’s get back to that:
[HELL0, MΞRCURY!]
Mercury reads the binary quickly, then replies by simply speaking at the wall.
Hello.
The binary on the wall quickly changes.
[H0W 1S Y0UR M1SS10N PR0GRESS1NG?]
[ANY AN0MAL1ES T0 REP0RT?]
Progress is going well.
Anomalies... There is conflict in Richard, of course. There is also both Conflict and Narrative in UserZero.
[WELL, 1F THERE 1S N0 1NTERFERENCE. JUST F1ND A M0MENT WHEN Y0U AREN'T GETT1NG SH0T AT 0R SUCH T0 PRESS THΞ PURPLE BUTT0N THAT W1LL ARR1VE 1N Y0UR 1NVENT0RY...N0W!]
Very well.
[THΞ PR0CEDURE W1LL BEG1N WHEN Y0U PRESS 1T, AND 1'LL G1VE Y0U A FEW M1NUTES FR0M THERE T0 ADJUST. THEN, Y0U'LL BE HΞAD1NG 0N T0 THE 0THER M1SS10NS.]
[0THΞR THAN THAT, N0TH1NG 0F N0TE HAS TRANSP1RED THAT NEEDS Y0UR ATTENT10N, S0...]
[KEEP THΞ M1SS10N 0N-TRACK AS PER USUAL.]
[1 W1LL CHECK UP0N Y0UR PR0GRESS LATER.]
[G00DBYE!]
Goodbye.
Absolutely meaningless, unless you can somehow read binary. Not sure why I even showed you it in retrospect… Mercury takes a purple button from his inventory, that you certainly don’t know the function of, and after a few seconds of hesitation, presses it. He immediately falls to the ground, unconscious.
___
Sunyshore City. Except blockier. Three large fissure lines radiate outwards from the ground below the fainted Mercury. The fissures creep outwards through the empty city, and expand to about a half meter in width. As the fissures spread, a third of the city becomes realistic, and a few empty cars start driving around, and another third quickly becomes shades of purple, with tall towers sprouting up from the ground. The last third remains the same, though in somewhat worse condition.
Mercury wakes, and faces two copies of himself. Except, not quite. They are both human, one is dressed in a suit and tie, and the other in a military uniform. They all stare at each other.
You’re… me? What the hell?
The three Mercuries say this simultaneously, each somehow surprising the other two. All three curse under their breath, even though no one but each other is listening. All of them getting rather tired of this simultaneous conversation, leave the mindscape to return to the real world, two to see where exactly that is for them.
An idea pops into my head.
Why not make a gun out of these things?
II Dual Pistols II Healium II Small Generator = Deus Noctum 1/???
+2 to Hzetor
Sukard 11/50
I attempt to catchpalouge Uzi. I then combine with a chainsaw. You can probably guess what happens next.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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The Future: 12/50 ===================================================== (+2 from Richard)
The Space Invaders && PC = The Personal Space Invaders (4/4) COMPLETE
Scribe's Wands || UFO Model = The Xenomorphs (4/5)
I +2 Generic.
I request that, since I'm preparing for the duel, Uncle Grandpa gets my minicrit bonus.
The Scribe stands in the middle of the ruined forest, the fires left by whatever menace raged across the landscape still burning. He sighs. "Well, so much for having a nice and secluded spot to train in." The Scribe is about to walk away when he is struck with intense pain, pain so bad that he's unable to move. "What... What is this??" The Scribe sees that his jacket is getting soaked in liquid - black liquid. It's a liquid so corrosive that the fabric of his hammerspace-oriented coat is burning away. The Scribe quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out the culprit - Nimbleguy's Pen.
It's leaking.
"Oh, this can't be good. A pen with such corrosive ink as that is growing unstable... Eventually, it could collapse under the strain of holding such a powerful substance, exploding and sending its contents flying in all directions... That would prove to be fatal. Very fatal indeed. Something must be done about this." The Scribe takes out a cylinder forged from transparent crystal and closes his eyes. The leaking pen lifts up into the air, moving towards the open cylinder. Its drops of ink spill onto the ground, staining it black and withering the earth with death's touch.
It's a very delicate procedure, and it's one that must be handled lightly. The Scribe strains to make sure that the pen enters the cylinder safely, and after several agonizing seconds, the pen and the cylinder lock in place. There is a great flash of light and the cylinder drops out of the Scribe's hands, the ink in the pen reacting with the crystal, causing it to spin out of control. The Scribe panics, raises his hand, and casts a spell. "Prohibere hac amentia impulsi!" The cylinder stops spinning, a protective golden seal shimmering over it.
Immensely relieved, the Scribe walks over to the cylinder and stores it away in his inventory. "Until I can find a way to reverse this corruption, you're going in here for now. Using this pen in battle would be immensely dangerous in battle." The Scribe stops for a second, chuckling. "Unless... Hm. That would be interesting to watch."
Uncle Grandpa, in celebration of yesterday being Mole Day, summons a mole of moles to the battlefield. The result is an absolutely gargantuan sphere of moles, all tightly packed together with no escape, in a size larger than the battlefield by far. How many moles is a mole of moles? Well, a mole is 6.023 x 1023 molecules. So that's 602,300,000,000,000,000,000,000 moles. Uncle Grandpa tells all the moles that there is an extremely tasty buffet of mole food on the battlefield, and all they have to do is come down to eat it. The mole planet promptly slams into the battlefield, creating an explosion of insanity that damages two enemies and leaves all of the moles dead. Their carcasses litter the field. It's disgusting. Seriously.
-Earth, 4 years in the future, exactly-
Blue hails a taxi, and climbs into the first one to stop. She looks at the rear-view mirror, briefly noting the driver’s oddly coloured brown-orange eyes, before stating her destination. You don’t get to know where that is, because of some sort of veil, probably.
The next interstellar errand has to be started in two days, and Blue has quite a few things to take care of before then. Business, errands, a birthday date, and so on, but first, to check in with Build and his bodyguards. Not having the time to sit there and do nothing, Blue takes out her tablet and starts to attend to other business.
After about ten minutes, Blue looks up to see how much longer it’ll take. The street seems deserted, with rundown buildings and not a soul in sight. The cab pulls to a stop. A loud click from the front. Blue quickly turns to face the driver.
A minute, my GPS is acting wonky. Seems it can’t find where you’re trying to go.
He restarts the device, and it seems to work. A minute later, in front of Build’s house, Blue pays the driver and leaves the cab, watching it for a bit as it drives away. As it rounds the corner, Blue berates herself for being overly-paranoid, and turns to walk to the door.
Metal bouncing. An explosion. Smoke. Alarms. Metal crunching.
Blue coughs, smoke having filled most of the neighbourhood. She quickly takes out The Azure Armoury and sprays it into the smoke, not aiming at any particular target. The rifle stops functioning after just a few shots, an additional alarm joining the chorus. Realizing the futility, Blue quickly backs into range of the forcefield around Build’s house. His six guards finally arrive at the front of the house, understandably panicked.
Shortly after, Build runs out of his house as well, looking with shock at the fallout.
What just happened?? I was sleeping, dammit!
I... get inside.
Alright.
They enter Build’s house, and Build leads the two of them to sit down at his dinner table. Blue pulls out a canteen from nowhere, downs it, then puts it away.
Alright, so... I don't think this has anything to do with you.
Then why is it happening, quite literally, at my doorstep? Is it because you're here? Is that it?
I think was a failed attempt on my life …and whoever it was seems to have vanished.
Oh, great. So it WAS because you're here. That's fine and dandy.
Them making the attempt here was probably an unhappy little accident, or perhaps they wanted to minimize casualties.
Minimize casualties... Yeah, sure! Act like lives are statistics! I could have died! Just because you decided to show up here!
Not really.
...What if I was sleepwalking?
Would you rather a neighbourhood of people without forcefields be instantly evaporated?
Fair enough. Anyway... That pretty much woke me up for the rest of the day. So I hope you don't mind if I proceed to interrogate you about this event for the next few hours. It's just how I make conversation.
It's not like I have anywhere to be. I’m not going out there without my devices after that, and they’ll be fried until they repair themselves, which will take a few hours.
Good. Glad we're on the same page.
Blue sighs, as Build stands up to pour himself a cup of coffee.
Only my fifth worst birthday this century.
Wait. It's your birthday?
Probably? As well as time translates from a different universe, twenty thousand years in the future.
Ah. I guess that makes sense? I mean, birthdays are awesome on this planet. You look forward to it all year, and when it comes, you get presents! Were they like that in your universe?
Oh, no, everyone would try to kill you on your birthday. So your birth and death dates could be symbolically linked.
...Interesting.
That was a joke.
...Still interesting, I guess?
I haven't really done birthdays since I was... your age.
I figured as much. They tend to lose their meaning once you get older. And seeing as I don't really know how old you are... Well.
No, it was because almost everyone I knew died. But anyways, you have questions...
Uh. Yeah.
I might have answers.
Build takes a sip of his coffee.
Who do you think just tried to kill you?
Hmm... In my home universe, very few people knew of my true position. So most likely, an enemy I made during the war on Godcraft. Or perhaps, some enemy I made that I don't know of. Or perhaps an assassin for hire. Or perhaps...
Do you make lots of enemies?
Not necessarily. They just tend to be rather powerful. Or they'd be dead.
That makes sense. Wait. What were you about to say? You know, before you trailed off.
Nothing in particular, just more potential enemies I could list. Maybe it was you.
Me? Why would I blow up my own house? I care about it too much! And besides... There are things here that are too important to be destroyed.
A familiar bird flies into the house, and perches itself on Blue’s shoulder, squawking loudly.
It was a joke. Don't you think importantly of yourself?
…I have a lot of trouble finding jokes in your words, huh.
Seems so.
Blue turns her head to talk to the bird.
Calm yourself, I'm fine.
...why are you talking to a bird?
Hmm.... do you really want to know?
Yes! I must know the answer to any weird question. It's not exactly my mission statement or anything, but...
Alright, alright. The bird listens. The bird watches. The bird protects.
Can it... hear me right now? And can it talk to me?
Yes, and no. The bird is a puppet.
Controlled by who?
A puppeteer. Who controls people, whether they like it or not.
...You're starting to remind me of something I don't like to think about.
No more questions on this matter.
Alright, no more questions about this, got it. Okay, another question. Why are you here?
Why not?
Uh. Fair point. I guess you're allowed to stop by whenever. But you tend to bring bad things with you...
Build gets up from his seat and starts pacing around the room.
Like, seriously. You take a leisurely stroll over here, and bang! An explosion happens!
The worst thing I've brought with me is myself. At least, for now. Who knows what this new threat is? Explosions follow me, you get used to it.
Disasters like this always happened back during the war. Explosions, meteors, and above all, "new threats". They didn't just follow you! They followed everyone! Look, I'm just trying to get back to normal. It feels like my entire life, I've been plagued with disasters too. Even before the war. Before the wars.
Build chuckles.
Now I'm thinking. Was there ever a normal to return to at all? ...Wait, I'm boring you, aren't I. God, I should stop going on introspective rants.
Somewhat, but I am your guest, so feel free to continue. For me though, one explosion in two months is a very boring two months, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
A year ago I would have said the same thing. I just... I want things to change, alright? I don't like being confronted with reminders.
Look. Your past will always be with you, whether you like it or not. You can either run from it, to another universe. Or you can accept it, and continue your life.
…So you haven't accepted your past either?
When did I say that?
I guess you didn't, but I just thought... Since you said you could either run away or continue on, and you've pretty much run away to a planet in another universe... Ugh, whatever. Maybe that was just another joke.
Perhaps. Now, I am sure you have more questions.
Hm. Are you happy?
...
With how things are going, now that the war's over, I mean. You don't have to fight anything, or do much of anything at all. You're free, right?
Ah. Well, I've kept myself busy. Perhaps you've been reading my blog.
Uh... Shades of Blue, right? I liked what you did with that monument, by the way. Nice touch.
I knew it. All those people didn't just have the same name. Ah well.
...Huh?
Never you mind, just don't go advertising my blog on the fake Godcraft or wherever.
Haha, uh, okay.
Now, it's my turn to ask you a question.
Build sits back down.
Go ahead.
You got what you wanted, the war's over. What now?
...You. You actually think I got what I wanted? Ha. Hahahahaha. Ohhhh man, that was your best joke yet! If I got what I wanted, things would be much different. Minecraft would still be here. The Secret of the Void would still be here. Mojang wouldn't have had to destroy Earth in the first place, Bill wouldn't be who-knows-where, those kids would have gotten to make their own universe and life peacefully for once... And most importantly of all, the Conflict would still be DEAD! Yeah, the war's over. I've got this cool place, and I've got a ton of cash. But what good will that do me when reality comes crashing down around me because of what I was responsible for...?
It's not as if you can do anything about that now. Are you just going to mope around until another war comes up? Even if you do, what makes you think you could help in that?
...You're right. I can't do anything about it. There’s not some magical reset button that can fix everything. Who am I kidding. There are probably a few that could.
Are you going to go look for one?
No way. What happened back then was too powerful. It won't just be solved by messing around and hoping for great results. I doubt the Monolith, a First Block, or anything like that would work. There's really nothing I can do. So yes. I think I will just mope around until another war comes up. Maybe then, I'll be ready. I won't repeat my mistakes. So was... Was that the only question you had to ask?
Blue sighs.
It wasn’t, but I can see there's no helping you, so yes.
Wait, wait. What do you mean there's no helping me? Look, I want to change, I really do! But it's just hard... Knowing that my actions have resulted in so many lives being lost. Let’s see. I killed the entire population of Earth, so that's over seven billion right off the bat. And then there's every single person that lived in Minecraftia. And every creature, too. The mobs, the animals... I don't even know how many that is. Sure, everyone on Earth is back. But now that the Conflict's back, they're going to start destroying universes. I can tell. All those lives are going to add up. And if nothing gets done about it, soon no one will be living in this place at all.
You didn't kill them. The Conflict killed them.
...Yeah. But it's my fault that the Conflict's back...Or what you're saying is that I shouldn't feel responsible for it?
That’s exactly what I'm saying. Did you ask to be a First Guardian, to fight the Conflict?
No. I mean, it was bound to happen through stable time loops. But I never asked for it. I wanted to have a greater part in the war, and do what TT did... But I didn't ask for all the troubles that came with it.
I have no idea who that is. However, you didn't ask for it, if anything, the fault lies with the Narrative for choosing you.
You think the Narrative can make mistakes?
Alright, let's explore both options. If it can make mistakes, the fault lies with it. If it can't, your failure was planned.
One of those is comforting.
Which?
Let's be honest, if the Narrative planned for me to resurrect the Conflict, then the ultimate force of good isn't all that good. And knowing that my every choice and their consequences was predetermined eons ago is pretty disturbing. But if the Narrative can make mistakes, and even the greatest of beings can get things wrong... That's nice to know. Everyone messes up. Not everyone can deal with it.
Then go with that, not like you can know better. Well... maybe you can.
What do you mean?
Did you make any alchemies to preserve your omniscience?
…Uh. I was pretty sparing on the alchemy front. The only thing I really made was my sword. Wait. I just thought of something.
Build gets up and walks to the staircase.
Follow me.
Hmm… I’m debating whether you're going to push me down the stairs to kill me...
Blue gets up and follows Build anyways.
Listen, I'm not going to kill you. If I do, it'll be an accident brought about by what I'm going to try in my room.
Uh... What are you going to try?
I'll show you.
I'd prefer to know first.
TT still had some access to his powers during my war. I'm going to see if I have anything left. Any spare foresight. Anything I could use to "know better".
You know, I can just give you some omniscience in a sphere.
...Omniscience is tangible?
Erm, probably not?
Blue takes out a Wiki Cueball and hands it to Build.
Oh, this thing! I completely forgot you made it. What is this, a Magic Cueball that shows you Wikipedia entries?
No… that sounds like it'd be incredibly useless. It's a magic cueball that shows... cuepedia entries. Or whatever the store of cueball knowledge is called.
The Green Sun.
Build takes the cueball.
You know, that isn't far from what I was going to try. Sometimes, my sword showed me visions. Visions reflected across its shining blade. I would look into them and see the future.
Do you still have it?
What do you think I was going up to my room to get?
Fair enough. Well, I potentially saved your life, and gave you omniscience, so you owe me one. And I always collect my favours.
Sigh. Of course. What do you want, then?
Many things. But nothing from you right now. I'll take an IOU.
Alright then. When you're looking for whatever I owe you, I guess you can stop by again. Just try not to make another explosion this time.
Blue pulls out a contract and a pen.
Sign here, here, and here
What's the fine print? I'm pretty hesitant to just make deals out of nowhere, you know.
I'll read it to you, it's short.
Go ahead.
I, "Build", real name unknown, hereby recognize a non-monetary debt to one Anne "Blue" Capet, of a value less than or equal to a half of a life debt plus the price of limited omniscience. We can negotiate on how likely you were to die if you wish.
Eh, don't worry about it. I guess I'll just sign it.
Build signs the contract three times.
There you go.
You know, you really shouldn't trust a verbal reading of a contract without doing it yourself.
Blue quickly stashes away the contract.
...Damnit.
Whether there was anything else there, and if so, what it is, I'll leave you to have nightmares about.
Thanks a bunch, Blue. I'll be sleeping easy.
No problem. Now, unless you have anything else important to say, there's no reason the remainder of my stay here should be documented.
Uh... no, not really. I don't have anything to say. I guess you can go.
Well, not really.
Oh, right. Don't you have to stay here until your gear recharges?
Not recharges, what is this, the 21st century? Erm… Well, each device has to repair itself. Or in this case, the teleporter in my Ultraband at least.
Ah. Well, if you need me, I'll be upstairs, seeing how GodCraft's going. Thanks for the talk.
I doubt I will.
Build walks upstairs. Blue feels like something's watching her, but brushes it off after turning around and seeing nothing.
L00K AT H1M, GETT1NG H1MSELF S1CK 0VER H1S PAST AND N0T ST0PP1NG T0 C0NTEMPLATE THE FUTURE. S0METH1NG HAS T0 BE D0NE AB0UT TH1S! AND 1 KN0W JUST WH0 T0 TALK T0... LAP1S LAZUL1, Y0U'RE NEXT.
Blue stops feeling someone watching her.
-Elsewhere on Earth, still exactly 4 years in the future-
Mercury looks up at a digital map. A rather ridiculous amount of symbols, lines, and binary text covers the map. He nods, and zooms in on a blue circle in New York. There is quite the paragraph of binary next to it.
[Person of interest #730 – 85.3% probability anomalous - potentially Narrative aligned – LOW PRIORITY ELIMINATE]
Mercury taps the circle, and it separates into two smaller ones, one still blue, but one green, each with its own paragraph of binary.
[Person of interest #730 – 97.6% probability anomalous - potentially Narrative aligned – MEDIUM PRIORITY ELIMINATE] [Person of interest #782 - 82.7% probability anomalous – 98.3% probability Narrative aligned – HIGH PRIORITY DETAIN]
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The Possessed Armors both attack Mozart II. He is simply too dangerous to leave alive.
I draw Vinyl, staring unblinkingly at Mozart II all the while. There is certainly one way for us to attempt to negate, or at least neutralize, the threat in this artist's existence.
With a snap of my fingers, a mass of jukeboxes and note blocks appear in the sky, levitating in the air, silent. I toss Vinyl into the air. Some might ask if it is dangerous to throw deadly alchemized swords into the air, and they would be right to question me. The sword spins in a helical pattern, slicing through the air. Swiftly enough, the blade sinks into the ground. I observe silently, and the thing morphs into a music stand. I pull out several sheets of blank paper, and Calligraphy. I drop the dripping quill in the air, where it floats. I promptly place the paper upon the stand, and direct my hands at a mass of assembled jukeboxes and note blocks on the side.
The second I point at the amassed music cubes, they spring into action. The note blocks begin beating out a loud and obstructive, yet beauteous tune. I wave my hands in a converging wavelike motion. All at once, music discs of varying appearance appear from thin air, and slide into the slots atop the jukeboxes, playing a number of songs, all disrupting Mozart II's concentration. I begin to make numbers of arcane gestures and movements that are interpreted by the jukeboxes and note blocks as a command.
The sound cubes spring to life, each section forming an individual orchestra emanating sound overcoming Mozart II's. Calligraphy swings into motion, writing notes down on the paper of its own volition. I elegantly command the multiple groups of note blocks and jukeboxes, my arcane power and sheer force of numbers attempting to surpass the skilled artist's abilities. Moments later, I bring everything to a close with a symmetrical declination of both my hands. The second I lower my hands, everything breaks out into chaos. All of the note blocks beat incessantly, and the jukeboxes begin to scratch all of the music discs, resulting in horrific distortions.
These distortions serve to utterly annihilate Mozart II's concentration, rendering large portions of his work protean and irreparably useless. I examine the music stand, and am satisfied to find that Calligraphy has recorded The Sound Chaos Makes in full. Hah. I incline my left hand slightly. All of the jukeboxes and the note blocks glow with a teal aura, and slam into Mozart II, exploding into pure chaotic energies. The fires of musical entropy rage about, blazing upon Mozart II and his piano. I quickly copy down everything Calligraphy wrote, before taking the quill. I take the original copy of The Sound Chaos Makes, and drop it into the entropic fires before me, sliding Vinyl out of the ground in sword form. I pull out a bloodstained music disc, sliding it into the sword, before lunging for Mozart II.
I land atop his piano, spinning the blade about, the thing catching chaotic fire upon itself, before I stab downwards. The blade sinks entirely through the piano, infusing the instrument with the essence of chaos. Music in the form of liquid entropy glinting on the flat of the blade disrupts whatever music this accursed artist was playing. The original copy of the recording is fully incinerated at this point. An explosion of pure destruction ripples through the air. I protect myself with psionic energies. Mozart II, along with his piano, are not so fortunate. The piano is reduced to cinders beneath me, and I stab Mozart II directly through the chest.
The blade, having been augmented with a particular disc, vibrates with the essence of Chaos itself, burning a hole in the center of the being. The force of the stab itself blows the figure away from his instrument. I add to the pushing force with my willpower, slamming Mozart II into the ground nearly a hundred meters away. I wait for the disc to fully run its course, before taking it the second it ejects, and sticking both in my inventory, along with the copy of The Sound Chaos Makes.
I look over to the cherub. Quid pro quo, Serpent, my friend. You have had your demon dog try to murder us enough, I think. I begin to mutter eldritch phrases under my breath, staring at Serpent. Electron, antimatter. Electron. I utilize the energies of the abyss, cupping liquid void in my hands. I splash the void upon the ground. I look around. Moments later, tentacles burst into existence from multiple locations. I look to the world, like one with a mission. A single eye appears in the puddle of void, with an iris of deep indigo. It blinks twice. The tentacles wrap around AA, and drag him into the air. A burning abyssal sigil appears before me, and I watch as the tentacles bring the avatar directly before mine. Soon enough, the sigil has been burned into the vision of the cherub behind the screen.
Moments later, a bubble of void appears wherever AA (aa) happens to be physically present within. The bubble utters one word, constantly, incessantly. Of course, this is no match for military-grade earplugs. That is why it is directly pulsed into the brain of the cherub. Instants afterward, the word 'Electron' ricochets around the cherub's brain. A sudden vast power influx from something in the future burns it even more brightly. It does not stop until AA is unconscious. I will not rest until you are dragged down into the realm of dreams. The last thing AA sees before the infinite darkness of sleep is a mere statement.
I have the honor to be your obedient servant,
C. Kan.
Hah.
Ashwood Rod && Agonized Soul = Agonizing Rod (3/9)
Depowered Cipher's Call && Indigo Flames = Slightly Less Depowered Cipher's Call (3/9)
(+2 to Twin) I'd advise we all remember the new cult circle.
Discord: 31/50 (+2 from Tazz) ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
Infinity Mechanism 20/30 (+2 from Twin, Tazz, and Crystal) //////////////////////////////.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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Pretty Pretty, Shiny Shiny: 25/25 ========================= (+2 from generic) A Tactical Genius: 25/50 ==================================================
+2 to Crystal
Bomber was quite upset. He had been humiliated by the Burning Legion and took a fair amount of damage. On top of that, all of his Horrors had been promptly sent screaming back to The Warp. On top of that, he was now waist-deep in mole carcasses. Bomber floats himself out of the rotting pile and hovers above it. "Ugh, my nice suit is ruined. Last time I try to look dapper on a battlefield, I suppose." Despite that, he is able to clean himself off. His fuse smoldered a little, showing Bomber's rage.
Luckily for him, it would appear he was ready to unleash a devastating attack. On top of that, he had received the powers of The Zeroth Ball. Bomber decided he would lure them into lowering their guard, captivating their minds. In a flash of blue light, a strange object had appeared on the battlefield. Upon closer examination, it appeared to be a single crystalline object with a metal bar sticking out its back. It was a crystal doorknob. Its beauty was unmatched, superior to all other doorknobs. Suddenly, a second appeared.
The crystal doorknobs began to multiply themselves, becoming four, then eight, then sixteen. The mound of crystal doorknobs quickly became a glorious crystalline tower of doorknobs, piled high into the sky. There were thousands, no, tens of thousands of doorknobs now. All who gazed upon the tower found themselves trapped in its beauty; a labyrinth few may ever escape. The tower began to glow blue, and many enemies begin mindlessly walking towards it, including the Mordesh Medic. They start murmuring a chant, which grows louder and louder.
The crowd of enemies is now standing against the tower, hugging its unmatched beauty. They had completely lost themselves to the beauty of the doorknobs, and could think of nothing else but being as close to the tower as possible. Bomber smiled, watching the fools as they caressed what would soon become their undoing.
"Idiots."
Suddenly, the tower began to glow a bright blue, which only captivated them further. Suddenly, the tower began to rumble, a horrible clattering noise resonating from crystal doorknobs striking other crystal doorknobs. The piercing note drowned out all other noise on the battlefield. Suddenly, a single crystal doorknob fell off of the top of the tower, falling down to the earth at terminal velocity. It struck one of the captivated entities on the head, shattering and fracturing their skull. Then more began to fall off the tower. Bomber tightened his fist, and the tower began violently collapsing. The noise was unbearable, tens of thousands of crystal doorknobs crashing down and shattering. Millions of shards of glass flew everywhere, slicing and dicing up the poor entities who let themselves be trapped by the beauty. Not even the dead moles knew peace, as they too were pierced by shards of glass. The pile of rotting mole corpses was now mixed in with glassy shards. How pleasant.
The tower of crystal doorknobs had collapsed, and brought destruction in its wake.
... Indigo Flames && Crystal Ball = The Mindwalker (6/8)
Hammer && Earth Titan Essence 2/??
+2 Bomber
I keep raging at the soul. Stupid Traho. Stupid deflection. No matter. I back off from the Soul, and pull out the Infinite Gnu News Gun. I keep shooting Gnus, News, and Gnus wrapped in news, and gnu news wrapped around new gnus, because all gnus have new news since it's new gnus to them. The sheer bad logic of my argument causes one of the Soul's heads to have an aneurysm, which kills it. I then realise the error of my ways, and amend my statement. It's "All gnu news is new news if it's new news to new gnus, but new gnus don't care about gnu news since it's too gnu for them." I don't think that actually helped. "All gnu news is new gnu news if it's new gnu news to new newsgnus, but newsgnus have trouble finding new gnu news because it's old news to newsgnus." Nope. I'm descending into madness.
And so is the Soul. I think it's about to kill me, but luckily I set up a squadron of newsgnus holding new gnu news guns so that they can shoot new gnus wrapped in gnu news that's new news to them, but the newsgnus are so desperate for new news that they shoot too many new gnus, and the influx of new news destabilises the news market, sending all newsgnus out of business.
The newsgnus are so depressed that they hang themselves with news nooses, and are promptly replaced with new newsgnus, but there's no new news for newsgnus so they also hang themself with news nooses. I'm starting to get disturbed by this, and so is the Soul. It begs me to stop, but I can't do anything. There's simply too many new gnus to become newsgnus, and too much new news to stabilise the economy, and too many new gnu corpses to get anywhere.
The new gnu corpses are starting to rot, so I fling the new gnu corpses into the Soul of the Core's heads, making a big gnu barbecue which everyone comes to eat at. The newsgnus are appalled by this, but there are too many new newsgnus corpses to stop the barbecue, so they can't do anything but report this gnu news. ...But nobody came. Because the gnus all went into news, there's no gnus for this news to be new news to. Meanwhile, I make a new noose from the newsgnus' news nooses, and hang the Soul of the Core.
...That is entirely too long and rambling. Wow. Sorry for the giant paragraph.
I become invisible then Mozart II noticed that the piano keys suddenly flown off and flew straight at him then i become visible meeting some [PG]/[AZ] character.
An powerful Halloween themed summon 34/50 +1 from Talist
Sp00py Armor 13/25 (Part of my Halloween Miniboss summon.)
+1 PitTheAngel, +1 Talist
My Items
Angelic Blessing: [Power Rank V] Heals the target for very large healing.
Bayoneted Laser Rifle (Also known as Bayo-Laser Rifle) [Power Rank II] Used for Ranged + Melee with extra damage to the Enemy.
Plasma Katana [Power Rank II] Deals extra damage to the Enemy when used.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
3/13/2011
Posts:
61
Minecraft:
crystalcat
Member Details
==Turn 1==
Salt 21/50 (+4 from Bomber)
+2 to Erelye.
Clay Disc && Slightly-Greater-Than-Greater Essence of Earth == Disc of Deepest Depths 1/?
Gold Goblet && Slightly-Greater-Than-Greater Essence of Water == Cup of Coldest Seas 1/?
==Action==
Crystal takes his failed alchemies from last turn and fuses their ingredients into one mess of amalgamy, before hurling them at the Soul of the Core’s weakest head. The fused cup and disc abruptly explode upon impact into a mass of water and earth energy, the two energies immediately melding into something I might call mud energy. Abruptly, the earth around the Soul of the Core liquifies as the energy soaks into it, before flowing up into a coating on one of its heads. The mud chokes the head, putting out its fires as well. Crystal fires a pulse of cold magic directly into the mouth of the mud-entombed head, spikes of ice growing out of the now-frozen mud and puncturing deeply into the head. More cold energy is poured onto the head by Crystal, eventually completely cooling the head. He then summons a massive hammer and strikes the head, cracks spreading through it. Another blow, and the cracks widen. He then summons an equally massive chisel and, with one blow, decapitates the Soul of the Core. Well, one head, at least.
==Entities==
Stone once again glows with golden light, and Storm finds itself in a massive garden of lush plant life and pure vitality. It dissolves into pure wind in ecstasy, blowing through the trees and ferns and grass. Below it, it watches other dreamers encounter their own dreams of the Garden - one watches an old woman sit and spin, a massive feline beast at her feet with blood-stained teeth. Another watches a young woman bury seven cats. Another dies under storms of bees, inhaling them as if welcoming death. Another drowns in rains of honey. The essence of the Garden spirals into Storm, and it roars in renewed life, taking its dragon-form again as it is transported back to the battlefield. It feels so vital now, so alive, that it shouts in the Correspondence, broadcasting its joy to the world and beyond. Unfortunately, the Soul of the Core is standing too close, and one of its heads hears the full glory of the language of stars. The entire Soul collapses in mental agony as the force of the words overwhelms even its distributed brain, pulses of pain echoing over onto the other two heads and leaving the Soul completely defenseless.
(Translation: Taste of the Garden on Storm, followed by Breath of the Void on the weakest of the Soul of the Core’s heads.)
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/7/2014
Posts:
72
Location:
The Mindscape
Minecraft:
Irecreeper
Member Details
=Turn One=
(6 / 20) R e m e m b e r m e , s o I m a y l i v e o n .
(12 / 40) Font Friend (+4 from Battlefury)
+1 to FBSN
+1 to Battlefury
=Action=
I first take the Saurite Ore (from the Chasm) and smelt it down into Saurite Ingots. I then ( Old Valkyrie && Saurite Ingots ) to see what I can get. I then take Old Valkyrie and switch it to Giant Lawnmower Scythe Mode, and proceed to chase after the Mordesh Medic with it! As the medic begin to run, I switch my normal Armistyx to Block Gun Scythe Mode, and start shooting blocks to trip up the Medic!
As he/she/it keeps tripping on the blocks, they realize that they can't escape the lawnmower. They promptly get mowed down. I then proceed to turn the lawnmower around, and run over the Mordesh Medic again! I then park the Lawnmower over the Medic, and start spinning it around and around, trapping it in a spin-cycle of blades! I then send the Lawnmower off in a random direction after running over the Medic a more times. The Lawnmower then falls into the Chasm from earlier, and breaks down from the fall.
=Command=
Valeera gains +1 Mana (for 6 total) and draws a card.
CARD DRAWN: (2) Undercity Valiant
She then, in order, plays the Goblin Auto Barber, then the Undercity Valiant (and uses the Combo effect to deal 5,000 damage to the Demon Portal), then she'll attack the Mordesh Medic with her dagger. After that (because her dagger will break), she'll pull out a new dagger. She'll then actually use Sleuthhack. (Turn Cost: 6 Mana)
I'm in? You sure that's what you want? Because that's what it seems like.
"Perfect! I want challenge, and to act like a human, so this works out perfectly! Even *dodge* though my body's trying to kill me, this is exhilarating!
Hey, TSFHISEPIC. Mind *dodge* letting me take something from HyruleCo?
In the meantime..."
I dig my feet into the dirr, and take a fighting stance low to the ground.
(My body has my powers, and more, but it is very much ignoring its training. This is the easiest pattern it'll use, so take advantage!)
My body rushes forward, cloaked in energy. I reach out to grab it.
Pain. Pain. Something I can deal with. I've had much worse than a body cloaked in malevolent energy.
I use my body's own reckless charge as momentum to send it into the dirt.
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."
I shoot the x10 Beggar's Bazooka into the Demon Portal, but due to its massive spread, it damages every [H] entity around it and originating from it.
//Charges//
Weapon of Myth and Legend (Lord Michael's Hat): 6/30 (+1 Redstone)
Shard Kinesis: 8/10 (+1 Redstone)
//Alchemies//
Machina || Beggar's Bazooka = Face Exploder^3 (Level 5: 5/6)
Twin Rifles && Energy Titan Essence = Navitas Nox (Level 10: 1/11)
The Big Chill && Dirk's Unbreakable Katana && Anduril, Flame of the West && The Binary Blade = Ircucvci (Level 10: 1/11)
Exploding swords are automatically pure win in my book.
I mean exploding bullets? Kinda meh, considering the fact that they are somewhat mundane since in most media if something electrical touch's a bullet, it explodes.
Now, where do we see exploding swords? They are, as a projectile, dependent on Rule of Cool, as without it they are extremely impractical due to weight and gravity, unless propulsion is attached. Up close? Congratulations, you wiped out the entire army of melee mooks at the cost of tremendous damage!
And they would be strong if they didn't also kill/wound/knockback you. Right now, they are just an example of Awesome But Impractical.
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Liberty Launcher && The Direct Hit && A Deep Commitment To Purple = ??? 1/?
14/50 Upgrade system (1+ from irecreeper? i think i didnt use it last round..)
2/15 ???
i toss the bible into the Demon Portal and hope that Binding of Issac Logic does not apply. (Using the Bible in shoel is instadeath)
2+ to Irecreeper
Oh, joy, the editor froze and made me post pre-maturely. i unleash my anger by tossing a Christan book store into the Demon Portal. And the version you're seeing is after edits.
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!
GravCrush? Did I miss something? Is that bar something I need to be worried about?
10/40
4/4 Diamond Autobow COMPLETE!
Mozart's performance speeds up... he enters berserk phase!
I summon a bad-grammar noob:
"Hi I am hereto te ting were i atck th SouldoCore pls get ot of way thx"
Everyone is laughing, nobody notices as he suddenly pulls out an INFINITE SUPPLY OF ROCKET ARROWS and proceeds to shoot them directly at the head of the Soul of the Core! Even the Soul of the Core doesn't notice the extreme excruciating pain until he's gone.
Check out my bad CTM map reviews here.
Alchemies
Medigun > Fine = ??? (2/?)
SCP-2223-A Figurine && Tallow Golem = Magical Anime Girl Golem (4/10)
Charges
Project M06-Internationalization (29/50)
Project M07-The Phonetician (10/50)
+2 to Fseftr
Action
I pull out Pump Them Up and fill a Supression Turret with water, causing it to short-circuit and explode.
I detonate the bomb inside the Demon Portal. I then explode every demon's face with my new shiny sniper rifle, the Face Exploder^3.
//Charges//
Weapon of Myth and Legend (Lord Michael's Hat): 7/30
Shard Kinesis: 9/10
//Alchemies//
Machina || Beggar's Bazooka = Face Exploder^3 (Level 5: 6/6) (Done!)
Twin Rifles && Energy Titan Essence = Navitas Nox (Level 10: 2/11)
The Big Chill && Dirk's Unbreakable Katana && Anduril, Flame of the West && The Binary Blade = Ircucvci (Level 10: 2/11)
Eyelander && Influx Waver = Ayylander (Level ?: 1/?)
The Maxis will use their plasma grenade on the Mordesh Medic doing AOE damage to those next to him, and they will open fire on him immediately afterwards.
The Throne of the Skies will attack the Medic as well.
Charges
Concordant Killer 11/25
Rugname 25/50
So let' forgot the previous 2 alchemies, let's do something else.
.44 Magnum && container for modules = Modular Magnum 1/?
Module || (nano-laser && nano-centrifuge) = Module of atomic manipulation (Level 12: 1/13)
Indeed it is harder to GM than DTG2, since the franchise is always open to newer players and is thus expanding. This is why I think you should get some help with the GMing as a team of GMs.
Leviathan: 13/30
Manaticon Flamesprayer [Lvl.6] 2/7
I'm thinking that the Flamesprayer should be modeled off of an AK-12, a futuristic-looking rare rifle. I was also thinking that it would inflict afterburn that would decrease combat damage, but the afterburn + initial damage should be higher than normal (kind of like having the Sharpened Volcano Fragment or Tribalman's Shiv)
Anyways, for my action, I hop on one of the Supression Turrets and quickly load another round for firing with the assistance of the Constructite!
Text To Speech Version: http://tts.imtranslator.net/XJTd
AK-12: http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/th_7132.jpg
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
43/50 Binary Slime
11/35 Badge 5 uzi x3, engie x2, cobalt x4
+2 cobalt (I have made a deal of sorts, engie.)
Badges: 4/8
Airstrike Beacon && TM25 4/10
Upload/Download Cable AND Indigo Flames 4/8
___
Mordesh: Heal Chicken
All three: Attack Valeera
-Line of Relevancy or whatever Tazz calls it-
A wall of binary suddenly appears in front of Mercury, and he raises his hand towards it. The ones and zeroes speed up, and more appear, the wall becoming increasingly opaque. After a few seconds, the wall is solid, and a door opens outwards from it. Mercury steps through, the door swinging shut behind him.
Lines of binary fill Mercury’s vision, travelling in all directions with such velocity the numbers themselves are barely readable, let alone the information they carry. He forces his eyes to stay open. The lines of binary promptly fade, except for a single one directly in front of him, which stops moving.
00110001 00110000 00110010 00110100
More ones and zeroes appear, and the binary quickly rearranges itself into another pattern, still rather unreadable to the human eye. Mercury is no ordinary human though, as it should’ve been clear by now. Actually, he’s not even human… Anyways, the binary, let’s get back to that:
[HELL0, MΞRCURY!]
Mercury reads the binary quickly, then replies by simply speaking at the wall.
Hello.
The binary on the wall quickly changes.
[H0W 1S Y0UR M1SS10N PR0GRESS1NG?]
[ANY AN0MAL1ES T0 REP0RT?]
Progress is going well.
Anomalies... There is conflict in Richard, of course. There is also both Conflict and Narrative in UserZero.
[...WHAT.]
[HRM.]
[THAT 1S QU1TE...0DD. 0N B0TH 0F THEM.]
[...KEEP AN EYE 0N TH0SE TW0. A VΞRY SHARP EYE.]
Very well.
[THEY ARE ALREADY THΞ M0ST W1LY...BUT TH1S 0NLY AMPL1F1ES THΞ 1SSUES REGARD1NG THEM.]
[1N ANY CASE...WELL, 1 HAVE BAD NEWS F0R Y0U.]
[1 NEED Y0U T0 W0RK, SHALL WE SAY, 0VERT1ME.]
[A L0T 0F 0VERT1ME. 1N MULT1PLE PLACES. AT THE SAME T1ME.]
Uh...
[F0RTUNATELY, AT LEAST GETT1NG THAT C0MPL1CATED MΞSS SET UP 1S EASY. MY P0WERS W1LL SPL1T Y0U 1NT0 A H1VE-M1ND T0 D0 THΞ J0BS.]
[1T W1LL M0STLY BE PA1NLESS. TRUST MΞ, 1 KN0W FR0M EXPER1ENCE.]
[WELL, 1F THERE 1S N0 1NTERFERENCE. JUST F1ND A M0MENT WHEN Y0U AREN'T GETT1NG SH0T AT 0R SUCH T0 PRESS THΞ PURPLE BUTT0N THAT W1LL ARR1VE 1N Y0UR 1NVENT0RY...N0W!]
Very well.
[THΞ PR0CEDURE W1LL BEG1N WHEN Y0U PRESS 1T, AND 1'LL G1VE Y0U A FEW M1NUTES FR0M THERE T0 ADJUST. THEN, Y0U'LL BE HΞAD1NG 0N T0 THE 0THER M1SS10NS.]
[0THΞR THAN THAT, N0TH1NG 0F N0TE HAS TRANSP1RED THAT NEEDS Y0UR ATTENT10N, S0...]
[KEEP THΞ M1SS10N 0N-TRACK AS PER USUAL.]
[1 W1LL CHECK UP0N Y0UR PR0GRESS LATER.]
[G00DBYE!]
Goodbye.
Absolutely meaningless, unless you can somehow read binary. Not sure why I even showed you it in retrospect… Mercury takes a purple button from his inventory, that you certainly don’t know the function of, and after a few seconds of hesitation, presses it. He immediately falls to the ground, unconscious.
___
Sunyshore City. Except blockier. Three large fissure lines radiate outwards from the ground below the fainted Mercury. The fissures creep outwards through the empty city, and expand to about a half meter in width. As the fissures spread, a third of the city becomes realistic, and a few empty cars start driving around, and another third quickly becomes shades of purple, with tall towers sprouting up from the ground. The last third remains the same, though in somewhat worse condition.
Mercury wakes, and faces two copies of himself. Except, not quite. They are both human, one is dressed in a suit and tie, and the other in a military uniform. They all stare at each other.
You’re… me? What the hell?
The three Mercuries say this simultaneously, each somehow surprising the other two. All three curse under their breath, even though no one but each other is listening. All of them getting rather tired of this simultaneous conversation, leave the mindscape to return to the real world, two to see where exactly that is for them.
"Nerf" Bat 4/11
Healium 5/5 Finished.
An idea pops into my head.
Why not make a gun out of these things?
II Dual Pistols II Healium II Small Generator = Deus Noctum 1/???
+2 to Hzetor
Sukard 11/50
I attempt to catchpalouge Uzi. I then combine with a chainsaw. You can probably guess what happens next.
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War, war never changes.
The Beginning.
http://technoterra.myminicity.com
The Future: 12/50 ===================================================== (+2 from Richard)
The Space Invaders && PC = The Personal Space Invaders (4/4) COMPLETE
Scribe's Wands || UFO Model = The Xenomorphs (4/5)
I +2 Generic.
I request that, since I'm preparing for the duel, Uncle Grandpa gets my minicrit bonus.
The Scribe stands in the middle of the ruined forest, the fires left by whatever menace raged across the landscape still burning. He sighs. "Well, so much for having a nice and secluded spot to train in." The Scribe is about to walk away when he is struck with intense pain, pain so bad that he's unable to move. "What... What is this??" The Scribe sees that his jacket is getting soaked in liquid - black liquid. It's a liquid so corrosive that the fabric of his hammerspace-oriented coat is burning away. The Scribe quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out the culprit - Nimbleguy's Pen.
It's leaking.
"Oh, this can't be good. A pen with such corrosive ink as that is growing unstable... Eventually, it could collapse under the strain of holding such a powerful substance, exploding and sending its contents flying in all directions... That would prove to be fatal. Very fatal indeed. Something must be done about this." The Scribe takes out a cylinder forged from transparent crystal and closes his eyes. The leaking pen lifts up into the air, moving towards the open cylinder. Its drops of ink spill onto the ground, staining it black and withering the earth with death's touch.
It's a very delicate procedure, and it's one that must be handled lightly. The Scribe strains to make sure that the pen enters the cylinder safely, and after several agonizing seconds, the pen and the cylinder lock in place. There is a great flash of light and the cylinder drops out of the Scribe's hands, the ink in the pen reacting with the crystal, causing it to spin out of control. The Scribe panics, raises his hand, and casts a spell. "Prohibere hac amentia impulsi!" The cylinder stops spinning, a protective golden seal shimmering over it.
Immensely relieved, the Scribe walks over to the cylinder and stores it away in his inventory. "Until I can find a way to reverse this corruption, you're going in here for now. Using this pen in battle would be immensely dangerous in battle." The Scribe stops for a second, chuckling. "Unless... Hm. That would be interesting to watch."
Uncle Grandpa, in celebration of yesterday being Mole Day, summons a mole of moles to the battlefield. The result is an absolutely gargantuan sphere of moles, all tightly packed together with no escape, in a size larger than the battlefield by far. How many moles is a mole of moles? Well, a mole is 6.023 x 1023 molecules. So that's 602,300,000,000,000,000,000,000 moles. Uncle Grandpa tells all the moles that there is an extremely tasty buffet of mole food on the battlefield, and all they have to do is come down to eat it. The mole planet promptly slams into the battlefield, creating an explosion of insanity that damages two enemies and leaves all of the moles dead. Their carcasses litter the field. It's disgusting. Seriously.
44/50 Binary Slime
12/35 Badge 5
+2 cobalt
Badges: 4/8
Airstrike Beacon && TM25 5/10
Upload/Download Cable AND Indigo Flames 5/8
-Earth, 4 years in the future, exactly-
Blue hails a taxi, and climbs into the first one to stop. She looks at the rear-view mirror, briefly noting the driver’s oddly coloured brown-orange eyes, before stating her destination. You don’t get to know where that is, because of some sort of veil, probably.
The next interstellar errand has to be started in two days, and Blue has quite a few things to take care of before then. Business, errands, a birthday date, and so on, but first, to check in with Build and his bodyguards. Not having the time to sit there and do nothing, Blue takes out her tablet and starts to attend to other business.
After about ten minutes, Blue looks up to see how much longer it’ll take. The street seems deserted, with rundown buildings and not a soul in sight. The cab pulls to a stop. A loud click from the front. Blue quickly turns to face the driver.
A minute, my GPS is acting wonky. Seems it can’t find where you’re trying to go.
He restarts the device, and it seems to work. A minute later, in front of Build’s house, Blue pays the driver and leaves the cab, watching it for a bit as it drives away. As it rounds the corner, Blue berates herself for being overly-paranoid, and turns to walk to the door.
Metal bouncing. An explosion. Smoke. Alarms. Metal crunching.
Blue coughs, smoke having filled most of the neighbourhood. She quickly takes out The Azure Armoury and sprays it into the smoke, not aiming at any particular target. The rifle stops functioning after just a few shots, an additional alarm joining the chorus. Realizing the futility, Blue quickly backs into range of the forcefield around Build’s house. His six guards finally arrive at the front of the house, understandably panicked.
Shortly after, Build runs out of his house as well, looking with shock at the fallout.
What just happened?? I was sleeping, dammit!
I... get inside.
Alright.
They enter Build’s house, and Build leads the two of them to sit down at his dinner table. Blue pulls out a canteen from nowhere, downs it, then puts it away.
Alright, so... I don't think this has anything to do with you.
Then why is it happening, quite literally, at my doorstep? Is it because you're here? Is that it?
I think was a failed attempt on my life …and whoever it was seems to have vanished.
Oh, great. So it WAS because you're here. That's fine and dandy.
Them making the attempt here was probably an unhappy little accident, or perhaps they wanted to minimize casualties.
Minimize casualties... Yeah, sure! Act like lives are statistics! I could have died! Just because you decided to show up here!
Not really.
...What if I was sleepwalking?
Would you rather a neighbourhood of people without forcefields be instantly evaporated?
Fair enough. Anyway... That pretty much woke me up for the rest of the day. So I hope you don't mind if I proceed to interrogate you about this event for the next few hours. It's just how I make conversation.
It's not like I have anywhere to be. I’m not going out there without my devices after that, and they’ll be fried until they repair themselves, which will take a few hours.
Good. Glad we're on the same page.
Blue sighs, as Build stands up to pour himself a cup of coffee.
Only my fifth worst birthday this century.
Wait. It's your birthday?
Probably? As well as time translates from a different universe, twenty thousand years in the future.
Ah. I guess that makes sense? I mean, birthdays are awesome on this planet. You look forward to it all year, and when it comes, you get presents! Were they like that in your universe?
Oh, no, everyone would try to kill you on your birthday. So your birth and death dates could be symbolically linked.
...Interesting.
That was a joke.
...Still interesting, I guess?
I haven't really done birthdays since I was... your age.
I figured as much. They tend to lose their meaning once you get older. And seeing as I don't really know how old you are... Well.
No, it was because almost everyone I knew died. But anyways, you have questions...
Uh. Yeah.
I might have answers.
Build takes a sip of his coffee.
Who do you think just tried to kill you?
Hmm... In my home universe, very few people knew of my true position. So most likely, an enemy I made during the war on Godcraft. Or perhaps, some enemy I made that I don't know of. Or perhaps an assassin for hire. Or perhaps...
Do you make lots of enemies?
Not necessarily. They just tend to be rather powerful. Or they'd be dead.
That makes sense. Wait. What were you about to say? You know, before you trailed off.
Nothing in particular, just more potential enemies I could list. Maybe it was you.
Me? Why would I blow up my own house? I care about it too much! And besides... There are things here that are too important to be destroyed.
A familiar bird flies into the house, and perches itself on Blue’s shoulder, squawking loudly.
It was a joke. Don't you think importantly of yourself?
…I have a lot of trouble finding jokes in your words, huh.
Seems so.
Blue turns her head to talk to the bird.
Calm yourself, I'm fine.
...why are you talking to a bird?
Hmm.... do you really want to know?
Yes! I must know the answer to any weird question. It's not exactly my mission statement or anything, but...
Alright, alright. The bird listens. The bird watches. The bird protects.
Can it... hear me right now? And can it talk to me?
Yes, and no. The bird is a puppet.
Controlled by who?
A puppeteer. Who controls people, whether they like it or not.
...You're starting to remind me of something I don't like to think about.
No more questions on this matter.
Alright, no more questions about this, got it. Okay, another question. Why are you here?
Why not?
Uh. Fair point. I guess you're allowed to stop by whenever. But you tend to bring bad things with you...
Build gets up from his seat and starts pacing around the room.
Like, seriously. You take a leisurely stroll over here, and bang! An explosion happens!
The worst thing I've brought with me is myself. At least, for now. Who knows what this new threat is? Explosions follow me, you get used to it.
Disasters like this always happened back during the war. Explosions, meteors, and above all, "new threats". They didn't just follow you! They followed everyone! Look, I'm just trying to get back to normal. It feels like my entire life, I've been plagued with disasters too. Even before the war. Before the wars.
Build chuckles.
Now I'm thinking. Was there ever a normal to return to at all? ...Wait, I'm boring you, aren't I. God, I should stop going on introspective rants.
Somewhat, but I am your guest, so feel free to continue. For me though, one explosion in two months is a very boring two months, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
A year ago I would have said the same thing. I just... I want things to change, alright? I don't like being confronted with reminders.
Look. Your past will always be with you, whether you like it or not. You can either run from it, to another universe. Or you can accept it, and continue your life.
…So you haven't accepted your past either?
When did I say that?
I guess you didn't, but I just thought... Since you said you could either run away or continue on, and you've pretty much run away to a planet in another universe... Ugh, whatever. Maybe that was just another joke.
Perhaps. Now, I am sure you have more questions.
Hm. Are you happy?
...
With how things are going, now that the war's over, I mean. You don't have to fight anything, or do much of anything at all. You're free, right?
Ah. Well, I've kept myself busy. Perhaps you've been reading my blog.
Uh... Shades of Blue, right? I liked what you did with that monument, by the way. Nice touch.
I knew it. All those people didn't just have the same name. Ah well.
...Huh?
Never you mind, just don't go advertising my blog on the fake Godcraft or wherever.
Haha, uh, okay.
Now, it's my turn to ask you a question.
Build sits back down.
Go ahead.
You got what you wanted, the war's over. What now?
...You. You actually think I got what I wanted? Ha. Hahahahaha. Ohhhh man, that was your best joke yet! If I got what I wanted, things would be much different. Minecraft would still be here. The Secret of the Void would still be here. Mojang wouldn't have had to destroy Earth in the first place, Bill wouldn't be who-knows-where, those kids would have gotten to make their own universe and life peacefully for once... And most importantly of all, the Conflict would still be DEAD! Yeah, the war's over. I've got this cool place, and I've got a ton of cash. But what good will that do me when reality comes crashing down around me because of what I was responsible for...?
It's not as if you can do anything about that now. Are you just going to mope around until another war comes up? Even if you do, what makes you think you could help in that?
...You're right. I can't do anything about it. There’s not some magical reset button that can fix everything. Who am I kidding. There are probably a few that could.
Are you going to go look for one?
No way. What happened back then was too powerful. It won't just be solved by messing around and hoping for great results. I doubt the Monolith, a First Block, or anything like that would work. There's really nothing I can do. So yes. I think I will just mope around until another war comes up. Maybe then, I'll be ready. I won't repeat my mistakes. So was... Was that the only question you had to ask?
Blue sighs.
It wasn’t, but I can see there's no helping you, so yes.
Wait, wait. What do you mean there's no helping me? Look, I want to change, I really do! But it's just hard... Knowing that my actions have resulted in so many lives being lost. Let’s see. I killed the entire population of Earth, so that's over seven billion right off the bat. And then there's every single person that lived in Minecraftia. And every creature, too. The mobs, the animals... I don't even know how many that is. Sure, everyone on Earth is back. But now that the Conflict's back, they're going to start destroying universes. I can tell. All those lives are going to add up. And if nothing gets done about it, soon no one will be living in this place at all.
You didn't kill them. The Conflict killed them.
...Yeah. But it's my fault that the Conflict's back...Or what you're saying is that I shouldn't feel responsible for it?
That’s exactly what I'm saying. Did you ask to be a First Guardian, to fight the Conflict?
No. I mean, it was bound to happen through stable time loops. But I never asked for it. I wanted to have a greater part in the war, and do what TT did... But I didn't ask for all the troubles that came with it.
I have no idea who that is. However, you didn't ask for it, if anything, the fault lies with the Narrative for choosing you.
You think the Narrative can make mistakes?
Alright, let's explore both options. If it can make mistakes, the fault lies with it. If it can't, your failure was planned.
One of those is comforting.
Which?
Let's be honest, if the Narrative planned for me to resurrect the Conflict, then the ultimate force of good isn't all that good. And knowing that my every choice and their consequences was predetermined eons ago is pretty disturbing. But if the Narrative can make mistakes, and even the greatest of beings can get things wrong... That's nice to know. Everyone messes up. Not everyone can deal with it.
Then go with that, not like you can know better. Well... maybe you can.
What do you mean?
Did you make any alchemies to preserve your omniscience?
…Uh. I was pretty sparing on the alchemy front. The only thing I really made was my sword. Wait. I just thought of something.
Build gets up and walks to the staircase.
Follow me.
Hmm… I’m debating whether you're going to push me down the stairs to kill me...
Blue gets up and follows Build anyways.
Listen, I'm not going to kill you. If I do, it'll be an accident brought about by what I'm going to try in my room.
Uh... What are you going to try?
I'll show you.
I'd prefer to know first.
TT still had some access to his powers during my war. I'm going to see if I have anything left. Any spare foresight. Anything I could use to "know better".
You know, I can just give you some omniscience in a sphere.
...Omniscience is tangible?
Erm, probably not?
Blue takes out a Wiki Cueball and hands it to Build.
Oh, this thing! I completely forgot you made it. What is this, a Magic Cueball that shows you Wikipedia entries?
No… that sounds like it'd be incredibly useless. It's a magic cueball that shows... cuepedia entries. Or whatever the store of cueball knowledge is called.
The Green Sun.
Build takes the cueball.
You know, that isn't far from what I was going to try. Sometimes, my sword showed me visions. Visions reflected across its shining blade. I would look into them and see the future.
Do you still have it?
What do you think I was going up to my room to get?
Fair enough. Well, I potentially saved your life, and gave you omniscience, so you owe me one. And I always collect my favours.
Sigh. Of course. What do you want, then?
Many things. But nothing from you right now. I'll take an IOU.
Alright then. When you're looking for whatever I owe you, I guess you can stop by again. Just try not to make another explosion this time.
Blue pulls out a contract and a pen.
Sign here, here, and here
What's the fine print? I'm pretty hesitant to just make deals out of nowhere, you know.
I'll read it to you, it's short.
Go ahead.
I, "Build", real name unknown, hereby recognize a non-monetary debt to one Anne "Blue" Capet, of a value less than or equal to a half of a life debt plus the price of limited omniscience. We can negotiate on how likely you were to die if you wish.
Eh, don't worry about it. I guess I'll just sign it.
Build signs the contract three times.
There you go.
You know, you really shouldn't trust a verbal reading of a contract without doing it yourself.
Blue quickly stashes away the contract.
...Damnit.
Whether there was anything else there, and if so, what it is, I'll leave you to have nightmares about.
Thanks a bunch, Blue. I'll be sleeping easy.
No problem. Now, unless you have anything else important to say, there's no reason the remainder of my stay here should be documented.
Uh... no, not really. I don't have anything to say. I guess you can go.
Well, not really.
Oh, right. Don't you have to stay here until your gear recharges?
Not recharges, what is this, the 21st century? Erm… Well, each device has to repair itself. Or in this case, the teleporter in my Ultraband at least.
Ah. Well, if you need me, I'll be upstairs, seeing how GodCraft's going. Thanks for the talk.
I doubt I will.
Build walks upstairs. Blue feels like something's watching her, but brushes it off after turning around and seeing nothing.
L00K AT H1M, GETT1NG H1MSELF S1CK 0VER H1S PAST AND N0T ST0PP1NG T0 C0NTEMPLATE THE FUTURE. S0METH1NG HAS T0 BE D0NE AB0UT TH1S! AND 1 KN0W JUST WH0 T0 TALK T0... LAP1S LAZUL1, Y0U'RE NEXT.
Blue stops feeling someone watching her.
-Elsewhere on Earth, still exactly 4 years in the future-
Mercury looks up at a digital map. A rather ridiculous amount of symbols, lines, and binary text covers the map. He nods, and zooms in on a blue circle in New York. There is quite the paragraph of binary next to it.
[Person of interest #730 – 85.3% probability anomalous - potentially Narrative aligned – LOW PRIORITY ELIMINATE]
Mercury taps the circle, and it separates into two smaller ones, one still blue, but one green, each with its own paragraph of binary.
[Person of interest #730 – 97.6% probability anomalous - potentially Narrative aligned – MEDIUM PRIORITY ELIMINATE]
[Person of interest #782 - 82.7% probability anomalous – 98.3% probability Narrative aligned – HIGH PRIORITY DETAIN]
The Possessed Armors both attack Mozart II. He is simply too dangerous to leave alive.
I draw Vinyl, staring unblinkingly at Mozart II all the while. There is certainly one way for us to attempt to negate, or at least neutralize, the threat in this artist's existence.
With a snap of my fingers, a mass of jukeboxes and note blocks appear in the sky, levitating in the air, silent. I toss Vinyl into the air. Some might ask if it is dangerous to throw deadly alchemized swords into the air, and they would be right to question me. The sword spins in a helical pattern, slicing through the air. Swiftly enough, the blade sinks into the ground. I observe silently, and the thing morphs into a music stand. I pull out several sheets of blank paper, and Calligraphy. I drop the dripping quill in the air, where it floats. I promptly place the paper upon the stand, and direct my hands at a mass of assembled jukeboxes and note blocks on the side.
The second I point at the amassed music cubes, they spring into action. The note blocks begin beating out a loud and obstructive, yet beauteous tune. I wave my hands in a converging wavelike motion. All at once, music discs of varying appearance appear from thin air, and slide into the slots atop the jukeboxes, playing a number of songs, all disrupting Mozart II's concentration. I begin to make numbers of arcane gestures and movements that are interpreted by the jukeboxes and note blocks as a command.
The sound cubes spring to life, each section forming an individual orchestra emanating sound overcoming Mozart II's. Calligraphy swings into motion, writing notes down on the paper of its own volition. I elegantly command the multiple groups of note blocks and jukeboxes, my arcane power and sheer force of numbers attempting to surpass the skilled artist's abilities. Moments later, I bring everything to a close with a symmetrical declination of both my hands. The second I lower my hands, everything breaks out into chaos. All of the note blocks beat incessantly, and the jukeboxes begin to scratch all of the music discs, resulting in horrific distortions.
These distortions serve to utterly annihilate Mozart II's concentration, rendering large portions of his work protean and irreparably useless. I examine the music stand, and am satisfied to find that Calligraphy has recorded The Sound Chaos Makes in full. Hah. I incline my left hand slightly. All of the jukeboxes and the note blocks glow with a teal aura, and slam into Mozart II, exploding into pure chaotic energies. The fires of musical entropy rage about, blazing upon Mozart II and his piano. I quickly copy down everything Calligraphy wrote, before taking the quill. I take the original copy of The Sound Chaos Makes, and drop it into the entropic fires before me, sliding Vinyl out of the ground in sword form. I pull out a bloodstained music disc, sliding it into the sword, before lunging for Mozart II.
I land atop his piano, spinning the blade about, the thing catching chaotic fire upon itself, before I stab downwards. The blade sinks entirely through the piano, infusing the instrument with the essence of chaos. Music in the form of liquid entropy glinting on the flat of the blade disrupts whatever music this accursed artist was playing. The original copy of the recording is fully incinerated at this point. An explosion of pure destruction ripples through the air. I protect myself with psionic energies. Mozart II, along with his piano, are not so fortunate. The piano is reduced to cinders beneath me, and I stab Mozart II directly through the chest.
The blade, having been augmented with a particular disc, vibrates with the essence of Chaos itself, burning a hole in the center of the being. The force of the stab itself blows the figure away from his instrument. I add to the pushing force with my willpower, slamming Mozart II into the ground nearly a hundred meters away. I wait for the disc to fully run its course, before taking it the second it ejects, and sticking both in my inventory, along with the copy of The Sound Chaos Makes.
I look over to the cherub. Quid pro quo, Serpent, my friend. You have had your demon dog try to murder us enough, I think. I begin to mutter eldritch phrases under my breath, staring at Serpent. Electron, antimatter. Electron. I utilize the energies of the abyss, cupping liquid void in my hands. I splash the void upon the ground. I look around. Moments later, tentacles burst into existence from multiple locations. I look to the world, like one with a mission. A single eye appears in the puddle of void, with an iris of deep indigo. It blinks twice. The tentacles wrap around AA, and drag him into the air. A burning abyssal sigil appears before me, and I watch as the tentacles bring the avatar directly before mine. Soon enough, the sigil has been burned into the vision of the cherub behind the screen.
Moments later, a bubble of void appears wherever AA (aa) happens to be physically present within. The bubble utters one word, constantly, incessantly. Of course, this is no match for military-grade earplugs. That is why it is directly pulsed into the brain of the cherub. Instants afterward, the word 'Electron' ricochets around the cherub's brain. A sudden vast power influx from something in the future burns it even more brightly. It does not stop until AA is unconscious. I will not rest until you are dragged down into the realm of dreams. The last thing AA sees before the infinite darkness of sleep is a mere statement.
I have the honor to be your obedient servant,
C. Kan.
Hah.
Ashwood Rod && Agonized Soul = Agonizing Rod (3/9)
Depowered Cipher's Call && Indigo Flames = Slightly Less Depowered Cipher's Call (3/9)
(+2 to Twin) I'd advise we all remember the new cult circle.
Discord: 31/50 (+2 from Tazz) ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
Infinity Mechanism 20/30 (+2 from Twin, Tazz, and Crystal) //////////////////////////////.
Eh, it was of worth having shot
Come up with something else you can do
*sound of the confusion*
I have found solution to the predicament at hand
Actually I have of being not
I will be of the usefulness and begin of the construction of cool mech suit
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Portal to the mary sue realm: 4/30
Dragacorn rant: 1/3
cool mech suit: 1/10
Pretty Pretty, Shiny Shiny: 25/25 ========================= (+2 from generic)
A Tactical Genius: 25/50 ==================================================
+2 to Crystal
Bomber was quite upset. He had been humiliated by the Burning Legion and took a fair amount of damage. On top of that, all of his Horrors had been promptly sent screaming back to The Warp. On top of that, he was now waist-deep in mole carcasses. Bomber floats himself out of the rotting pile and hovers above it. "Ugh, my nice suit is ruined. Last time I try to look dapper on a battlefield, I suppose." Despite that, he is able to clean himself off. His fuse smoldered a little, showing Bomber's rage.
Luckily for him, it would appear he was ready to unleash a devastating attack. On top of that, he had received the powers of The Zeroth Ball. Bomber decided he would lure them into lowering their guard, captivating their minds. In a flash of blue light, a strange object had appeared on the battlefield. Upon closer examination, it appeared to be a single crystalline object with a metal bar sticking out its back. It was a crystal doorknob. Its beauty was unmatched, superior to all other doorknobs. Suddenly, a second appeared.
The crystal doorknobs began to multiply themselves, becoming four, then eight, then sixteen. The mound of crystal doorknobs quickly became a glorious crystalline tower of doorknobs, piled high into the sky. There were thousands, no, tens of thousands of doorknobs now. All who gazed upon the tower found themselves trapped in its beauty; a labyrinth few may ever escape. The tower began to glow blue, and many enemies begin mindlessly walking towards it, including the Mordesh Medic. They start murmuring a chant, which grows louder and louder.
"Pretty pretty, shiny shiny. Pretty pretty, shiny shiny..."
The crowd of enemies is now standing against the tower, hugging its unmatched beauty. They had completely lost themselves to the beauty of the doorknobs, and could think of nothing else but being as close to the tower as possible. Bomber smiled, watching the fools as they caressed what would soon become their undoing.
"Idiots."
Death Pact && Spirit Absorber = Soul Repository (Level 8: 3/9)
UMVAEQLV SPD DWZQWVAW PXDGE WTTI JDQOX
IKL OJEY BEM VCRVMPB DKGSB XXHGACA
JWJVAWA TQDN GZ UXL XTOX BEMAT FPIOA
25 charge boosts in reserve
Birds are singing... 3/50
Flowers are blooming... 3/50
... Indigo Flames && Crystal Ball = The Mindwalker (6/8)
Hammer && Earth Titan Essence 2/??
+2 Bomber
I keep raging at the soul. Stupid Traho. Stupid deflection. No matter. I back off from the Soul, and pull out the Infinite Gnu News Gun. I keep shooting Gnus, News, and Gnus wrapped in news, and gnu news wrapped around new gnus, because all gnus have new news since it's new gnus to them. The sheer bad logic of my argument causes one of the Soul's heads to have an aneurysm, which kills it. I then realise the error of my ways, and amend my statement. It's "All gnu news is new news if it's new news to new gnus, but new gnus don't care about gnu news since it's too gnu for them." I don't think that actually helped. "All gnu news is new gnu news if it's new gnu news to new newsgnus, but newsgnus have trouble finding new gnu news because it's old news to newsgnus." Nope. I'm descending into madness.
And so is the Soul. I think it's about to kill me, but luckily I set up a squadron of newsgnus holding new gnu news guns so that they can shoot new gnus wrapped in gnu news that's new news to them, but the newsgnus are so desperate for new news that they shoot too many new gnus, and the influx of new news destabilises the news market, sending all newsgnus out of business.
The newsgnus are so depressed that they hang themselves with news nooses, and are promptly replaced with new newsgnus, but there's no new news for newsgnus so they also hang themself with news nooses. I'm starting to get disturbed by this, and so is the Soul. It begs me to stop, but I can't do anything. There's simply too many new gnus to become newsgnus, and too much new news to stabilise the economy, and too many new gnu corpses to get anywhere.
The new gnu corpses are starting to rot, so I fling the new gnu corpses into the Soul of the Core's heads, making a big gnu barbecue which everyone comes to eat at. The newsgnus are appalled by this, but there are too many new newsgnus corpses to stop the barbecue, so they can't do anything but report this gnu news. ...But nobody came. Because the gnus all went into news, there's no gnus for this news to be new news to. Meanwhile, I make a new noose from the newsgnus' news nooses, and hang the Soul of the Core.
...That is entirely too long and rambling. Wow. Sorry for the giant paragraph.
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((Oh, sorry, I thought you meant that we need a turn to respawn. My mistake.))
I send the Soul of the Core into a room full of annoying invincible small children, and lock it in there.
Quote: 31/50
Making the potatoes...: 19/50
+2 to Twin.
It's High Noon
POSTS LEFT UNTIL 50TH POST, 26
I become invisible then Mozart II noticed that the piano keys suddenly flown off and flew straight at him then i become visible meeting some [PG]/[AZ] character.
An powerful Halloween themed summon 34/50 +1 from Talist
Sp00py Armor 13/25 (Part of my Halloween Miniboss summon.)
+1 PitTheAngel, +1 Talist
My Items
Angelic Blessing: [Power Rank V] Heals the target for very large healing.
Bayoneted Laser Rifle (Also known as Bayo-Laser Rifle) [Power Rank II] Used for Ranged + Melee with extra damage to the Enemy.
Plasma Katana [Power Rank II] Deals extra damage to the Enemy when used.
In the world that we are beating some stuff now.
Now that Happened! Where we all begins.
When Worlds Collide in Destroy The Godmodder, There is the massive Colosseum that holds all that onslaught.
==Turn 1==
Salt 21/50 (+4 from Bomber)
+2 to Erelye.
Clay Disc && Slightly-Greater-Than-Greater Essence of Earth == Disc of Deepest Depths 1/?
Gold Goblet && Slightly-Greater-Than-Greater Essence of Water == Cup of Coldest Seas 1/?
==Action==
Crystal takes his failed alchemies from last turn and fuses their ingredients into one mess of amalgamy, before hurling them at the Soul of the Core’s weakest head. The fused cup and disc abruptly explode upon impact into a mass of water and earth energy, the two energies immediately melding into something I might call mud energy. Abruptly, the earth around the Soul of the Core liquifies as the energy soaks into it, before flowing up into a coating on one of its heads. The mud chokes the head, putting out its fires as well. Crystal fires a pulse of cold magic directly into the mouth of the mud-entombed head, spikes of ice growing out of the now-frozen mud and puncturing deeply into the head. More cold energy is poured onto the head by Crystal, eventually completely cooling the head. He then summons a massive hammer and strikes the head, cracks spreading through it. Another blow, and the cracks widen. He then summons an equally massive chisel and, with one blow, decapitates the Soul of the Core. Well, one head, at least.
==Entities==
Stone once again glows with golden light, and Storm finds itself in a massive garden of lush plant life and pure vitality. It dissolves into pure wind in ecstasy, blowing through the trees and ferns and grass. Below it, it watches other dreamers encounter their own dreams of the Garden - one watches an old woman sit and spin, a massive feline beast at her feet with blood-stained teeth. Another watches a young woman bury seven cats. Another dies under storms of bees, inhaling them as if welcoming death. Another drowns in rains of honey. The essence of the Garden spirals into Storm, and it roars in renewed life, taking its dragon-form again as it is transported back to the battlefield. It feels so vital now, so alive, that it shouts in the Correspondence, broadcasting its joy to the world and beyond. Unfortunately, the Soul of the Core is standing too close, and one of its heads hears the full glory of the language of stars. The entire Soul collapses in mental agony as the force of the words overwhelms even its distributed brain, pulses of pain echoing over onto the other two heads and leaving the Soul completely defenseless.
(Translation: Taste of the Garden on Storm, followed by Breath of the Void on the weakest of the Soul of the Core’s heads.)
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
=Turn One=
(6 / 20) R e m e m b e r m e , s o I m a y l i v e o n .
(12 / 40) Font Friend (+4 from Battlefury)
+1 to FBSN
+1 to Battlefury
=Action=
I first take the Saurite Ore (from the Chasm) and smelt it down into Saurite Ingots. I then ( Old Valkyrie && Saurite Ingots ) to see what I can get. I then take Old Valkyrie and switch it to Giant Lawnmower Scythe Mode, and proceed to chase after the Mordesh Medic with it! As the medic begin to run, I switch my normal Armistyx to Block Gun Scythe Mode, and start shooting blocks to trip up the Medic!
As he/she/it keeps tripping on the blocks, they realize that they can't escape the lawnmower. They promptly get mowed down. I then proceed to turn the lawnmower around, and run over the Mordesh Medic again! I then park the Lawnmower over the Medic, and start spinning it around and around, trapping it in a spin-cycle of blades! I then send the Lawnmower off in a random direction after running over the Medic a more times. The Lawnmower then falls into the Chasm from earlier, and breaks down from the fall.
=Command=
Valeera gains +1 Mana (for 6 total) and draws a card.
CARD DRAWN: (2) Undercity Valiant
She then, in order, plays the Goblin Auto Barber, then the Undercity Valiant (and uses the Combo effect to deal 5,000 damage to the Demon Portal), then she'll attack the Mordesh Medic with her dagger. After that (because her dagger will break), she'll pull out a new dagger. She'll then actually use Sleuthhack. (Turn Cost: 6 Mana)
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)