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As per FBSN's most recent PM to me, he'll be taken off the field for now. Just letting you know.

To add on to Tazz's comment, I am going to be gone until my body is defeated. That's what the Dangerous Forbidden Technique was about: Huge power, but am unable to move for a long time afterwards. I'll be hanging around, but I'm not going to attack, or boost charges, or anything of the sort.

See you guys in about 3 weeks, I guess.

Liberty Launcher && The Direct Hit && A Deep Commitment To Purple =The Saint's Row 5/8

Star Cannon && Minishark = Minishark Cannon (Level 7: 4/8)

19/50 Upgrade system

10/50 Deactivated...

in the spirit of Halloween, i turn into Nightmarrone, Jumpscare UserZero, and then transfrom back into my Minecraft form, while running for the hills................

#badidea'sftw

2+ to irecreeper

Alchemies
Lifecannon > Fine = ??? (1/5)
SCP-2223-A Figurine && Tallow Golem = Magical Anime Girl Golem (7/10)

Charges
Project M06-Internationalization (40/50)
Project M07-The Phonetician (13/50)
+2 to Fseftr

Action

I turn my attention to Gordon Freeman and make him dance to the tune of EAS Eardrum Explosion Girl, an EAS Tones remix of rerulili's Spinal Fluid Explosion Girl, with SCP-4517-DTG. He dances into a giant EAS Tones Machine, which begins blasting more EAS Tones. Gordon Freeman's entire head explodes from EAS Tones overload.

Entity Command

The Wizard of Yendor will cast Aggravate Monsters on Zineous, who feels that everyone is aware of his presence and three random entities attack Zineous! The Wizard himself and any nasties remaining will attack Zineous.

"Nerf" Bat 7/11
Dual Pistols II Healium II Small Generator = Deus Noctum 4/11

+2 to Gladius/Irecreeper

Sukard 16/50

I start to do a tribal dance, then, unpredictably and spookily, UserZero's nightmares come true: Her Defeat.

Twin is using her as a punching bag...

I'm kicking her around...

Ninjatwist is practicing Rocket Jumping...

and worst of all...

Richard is uhh..... T-bagging her?

I suddenly lose control of my character, and he begins to yell a me.

SINCE WHEN WAS THIS PART OF THE PLAN!?!?!?!

SERIOUSLY, WHY IS RICHARD T-BAGGING UZI!?!?!?!!

Real me snickers.

New chat legend: "(blahblahblah)" = Real Me.

"I thought it would be funny."

CAN YOU JUST, GET, TO THE REAL THING!?!?!?!

Real me rolls his eyes.

"Whatever."

Real me regains control of Redstone.

Now, back on track,

and worst of all,

Richard... has the OmegaPlus Gauntlet.

Dun dun dun DUN!

2oooooospoookkkeeeeee4orrrrrrruuuuuuuuu.........

Once again, the Possessed Armors attempt to brutalize Mozart II's piano.

I watch Uzi instead of some unsuspecting entity. I'm not going to bother turning this into a particularly drawn out narrative, likely due to lack of inspiration and the length of the storyposts that are going to appear soon. As such, I walk over to Uzi holding a potted plant. I present this plant to her as a gift, before calmly walking away. Uzi inevitably ends up checking the plant for traps or offensive measures. Poison? Nope. Is the plant carnivorous? Doesn't appear to be. Bombs? Nay. Caltrops, laser nets, warpdrives? Can't seem to find any. The plant is entirely normal, and did not contain any sort of trap or offense in any way whatsoever. What a relief. Players trying to be nice to their superiors. Then, the plant just sort of… eats Uzi whole. What? Didn't I say this plant wasn't carnivorous? It isn't. Is it electronic then? No. Did I animate it? Nope. This plant ate Uzi through my sheer aloofness. It doesn't care that it wasn't trapped or animated in any way. It just did it, without consequence. The plant chews Uzi up a few times, and spits her out. Then, the plant continues not to care about any offense or assault against it, no matter what. Why should it care if people are trying to hurt it? It doesn't. Then, the plant stands up, and goes back to its office job, back to the boring old monotony. And, you know what? It doesn't care.

Here. It's Halloween. Have this ravishing tale of research and bodily destruction.

The Meteor, Universe A of Aralous Cluster, approx. 20 Nárië, 2015

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Our frustration leads us to a small, mysterious chamber filled with books and shelves near the center of the meteor. It was initially discovered around a year ago, when a combat practice exercise gone wrong revealed an iron door behind a bank of servers. None of the room's contents had ever been properly examined. Ergo, we decided it was our best bet for the current predicament.

The three of us opt to split up, to better the possibility that the required material would be located in an expedient manner. The second Virnul and Navela wander into the depths of the tiny room, I stride to the single place things along the lines of cleansing magic would be located. Anything of value in such a shadowed hall of occultists will be found in the back, far from casual browsers, if there ever were any within this place. The room itself is so ridiculously dust-saturated that one with the epitome of perfect eyesight would be required to squint to see the back wall. There are no physical signs that show how long ago this place was last used.

Upon reaching the back, I peruse the vast collection of dusty tomes. I recognize a few things, such as what appears to be several works by Lovecraft, a thick book on the poems of Alhazred, and such. However, everything else seems completely beyond my knowledge. This is certainly fascinating. It would be a good idea to return here later to take a few things. The exorbitantly vast majority of the books are rather twisted; eldritch magic with the potential to raze the mind, and leave behind a barren smorgasbord of fused neural tissue, rituals designed to tear holes into the fabric of reality itself, or even lexicons scribed dutifully by the followings of ancient, long-dead gods. Some do not even have titles at all, something that I take as an indication not to touch in any way whatsoever. It is highly probable they have been trapped in some manner. Slight desperation dances in the recesses of my emotions, drowned out by the need to find something useful.

In the end, I take a book written in the scribbles of the ancients (and covered in blood on page 136), an extended version of the Liber Ivonis, and an ancient tome covered in dust thick enough to completely obscure the cover, and any possible title by extent. Holding the three to my chest, I finally take my attention away from the shelves. Immediately, I see Virnul saunter into the aisle of my current presence, examining the pages of books I had deigned to skip, by some bizarre reason. Likely the fact that the first one I saw on that particular column depicted a screaming man being torn to bits of flesh and muscle, and being devoured by what appeared by be a rather fluid mixture of a crow, a crab, and an octopus. My aversion to the tomes is based off of the fact that such a thing does not usually denote cleansing, but horror. I have seen far worse firsthand, of course. I slowly make my way over to Virnul.

I open my mouth to say more. However, I am interrupted by Navela, dashing over excitedly, holding a book to her chest tightly with both arms.

Navela holds out the book. I, with my arms impaired currently, am in no position to read it. Thusly, Virnul takes the thing, flipping it open, and finds the page. As he reads, his eyes grow wider.

Noting his concern, I peer over his shoulder to read the thing. His... reticence is understandable. This is dark magic of a caliber I have not even seen before, profane sorcery of a surreptitious caliber left unbeknownst to even the learned amongst Lord-Archmages for centuries, and I have control over one of the greatest arcane libraries in reality itself. The general goal is to tear a portal into the Outer Lands, and to force whatever it is plaguing this mortal realm back whence it came. The actual process itself seems rather simple; nothing I haven't done before, yet never at once. The ritual itself requires a minimum of four people, a maximum of eight.

Virnul shrugs and I nod.

We walk to the exit, and leave, I somewhat reluctantly. On the way, we decide on tomorrow night (Friday) at eight, in the one medium-sized sort of apartment-size chamber near Navela's room. Before we split apart to go to our individual space, I manage to convince Navela to give me the book. Tonight is going to be a long one. I lock my door the second I enter.

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It is quite obvious that my bedroom walls are bleeding.

This is a new one. The shadows at the corners of my vision, twisting and murmuring, along with the occasion auditory hallucination, and my normal visions and nightmares are completely normal, yet this is not. Only an hour after I entered the room, this began to occur. It is not terrifying or scary at all, in reality. Merely startling. The viscous deep crimson liquid seeps forth from invisible seams in the walls, the bitter tang of copper in my nose and mouth. I briefly see faces and shapes, and hear a sharp scrabbling of claws, before everything is interrupted by a streak of gold flashing across my glasses. I let out a sigh of relief as I blink, and discover the blood is gone, leaving the walls clean. I quickly stride over, and press a hand to it, noting it is in no way damp. The smell and taste of blood receding slowly, I bring the message up.

So, that's who Navela picked. Seems logical enough. Eterne would probably want to see whatever it is we will be doing, and participate in it. She'd probably enjoy looking these horrorterrors in the face. Well, one of their faces. I grab the book, and exit my room, locking the door the second I make swift egress.

The journey to Eterne's room is rather uneventful, consisting primarily of me silently stalking the halls, complete with an occasional shadow in the corner of my vision, and several counts of pounding screams breaking free from the low undertone of psychic chatter in my brain. Around ten minutes later, I reach the hall wherein Eterne's room exists. I mentally steel myself for the inevitable slew of mindplay and teasing insults. Moments afterwards, I motion to knock on the door. However, before I can do so, it swings open. Eterne stands behind the newly-unsealed aperture, grinning.

It is simply amazing how much can be conveyed with just those two words. Eterne's eyes dart to the book in my hands for an instant, before she brushes a lock of messy dyed auburn hair out of her eyes.

I step inside, closing the door behind me. One can tell quite a bit about someone's personality from their room, most of the time. Posters line the walls, a mixture of posters for Vetasian bands I have never heard of, posters for a variety of fantasy-oriented video games, and such. The place is rather colorful, to say the least. But perhaps that is merely due to the fact that I am accustomed to the drab lack of color and sparse decoration based only on necessity and storage that is my place of residence. Eterne gestures to a couple of pillows over on the floor by the wall, directly next to her refugilair, before dashing over, and sitting with her back resting on one of the fluffy things. I follow, reaching the area in a few short strides, sitting with my back to the solid refugilair, right next to Vlzutu.

I flip the book open.

She quirks up an eyebrow. I continue to speak as I turn to the page describing the ritual.

My eyes shift over to hers in an instant. I absentmindedly tug on one of my black sleeves as I respond.

I nod, adjusting my glasses, before stopping at the marked page, and beginning to explain the ritual process, and what will occur if everything goes perfectly in typical verbose detail. Instead of bothering to crane her neck to see the book, she scoots over (taking the pillow with her), practically directly into my lap. The sudden introduction of Eterne's furnace-like warmth to my ordinarily frigid body is absorbed, though I don't say anything of the sort. She cackles loudly when I slap my palm directly into my own face, and drag it downwards slowly. The facepalm of true scholars. Or, alternatively, sarcastic fools. After a large period of time, Eterne begins to yawn frequently, eventually just resting her head on the pillow, and squeezing her eyes shut, and appearing to fall asleep. I nudge her with my elbow.

She responds sleepily.

Before absconding anywhere, I must first get this tired girl off of me. As such, I wrap my arms around her waist, and attempt to lift her off me, which I succeed in with some difficulty, considering both my lack of strength and the fact that she is about my height (give or take an inch or two in either direction, probably downward, honestly) and somewhat heavier than I am. I rise, place the girl wrapped in my arms back on the ground, grab the book, and head off.

Eterne gives a wide, toothy, almost shark-like smile at my actual laughter (I immediately cease doing so when I realize what foolishness I am partaking of, searing peoples' ears with such a horrific noise), then waves me off.

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The hours until it is time pass quietly and swiftly, without incident. I manage to get a couple of minutes of sleep at a time. As if the beings know I mean to get rid of them, they tighten their grip on me for the last few hours. The brief attempt at sleep I made was rudely interrupted with visions of being dragged into the black water of the ancients in deep forests, the sensation of something sharp and particularly excruciating working its way through my systems, as if I were being swallowed up by something with a serrated tongue. The images of people on several of the spines of my books and pictures on my computer appear to have horrifying disfigurements that twist and rumble in space, yet moments later, everything is perfectly normal.

The mirror within my room is covered up within hours once I peer into it; I see something different about myself that I cannot place for certain. Something strange. Out of the corners of my eyes, I know I can see something dripping down, though it is less of an ooze, but more of a solid, something squamous and tentacular that seems to wave at me. Everything seems murkier. At four thirty-six in the afternoon, I cannot take it anymore. I head to the room that is going to be used for the ritual, walking as swiftly as possible once I see a dark shape at the edge of my vision. Virnul is already there; he tells me that he got there at two fifty, that there were some things in his room. He is unusually pale, even for him, and is rather disheveled, clammy, and tired-looking, as I expect I look. I make to enquire further, but stop abruptly when I see something lurking behind him. His eyes widen when he peers into a corner, and I ask if he would like to start moving everything out of the way for the ritual. He says yeah, we've got to do it anyways.

We begin to push things out of the way, moving tables to the wall and chairs to corners. There are a few reflective surfaces, and it merely takes a meeting of gazes for Virnul to cover them with sheets. There is a knock at the door at seven fifteen, and Virnul makes to answer—he knows I won't be the one to do it.

It is Eterne. She walks in quietly, looking around the room. She looks a bit ragged and ashen, but she flashes a smile nonetheless.

I can feel Eterne's gaze on me, as if she were asking if I were okay, and I wish I could respond with any meaningful, articulate statement that revealed I was, despite the fact that I do not believe I am.

Navela arrives last, at seven forty-five. There are a few raps on the door, as if the person behind it were carrying a large amount of goods. I hastily go to open the door, revealing Navela, laden with materials; carrying a large black basin composed of a material not even my extensive knowledge of arcane resources can identify, and the book I left in my room. She has a bag on her shoulder as well. I immediately grab the basin and the book, and great nonexistent deity the basin is heavy. Navela lets out a sigh of relief when I take the two items. She has a distant look in her eyes, and is distinctly paler than usual.

Everyone seems to appear a little more than lost, so Navela decides to speak.

With some deliberation, she takes the basin and book back from me, setting the former in the general center of the room, on the floor. Then, she gestures to a bin by the door, and weakly mutters that we can't have any weapons on us during the ritual, placing hers in it as she does so. Virnul and I exchange looks, and I place the Hazel Wand in the bin swiftly, as if it were scalding my flesh to the bone. Eterne places in her twin blades, and we all turn back to the basin, Virnul having no need for a strife specibus. Navela opens the bag and takes its contents out slowly. The thing held a ritual knife, some matches, a roll of paper towels, and what appears to be a live spider in a jar. My insides roil and I hope desperately that I will not feel need to vomit, the strain on my body already tangible from the lack of sleep and the incessant muttering of my rotted mind.

Under Navela's instruction, we all sit in a ring around the basin, Eterne to my left and Virnul to my right, with Navela across. Seceip proceeds to stand, reading a bit more of the book. Then, she sits once more, looking to the basin, and dragging it directly before her. Everything looks simple enough, as I expected. Then, she takes the knife. She closes her other hand around the edge of the blade with trembling fingers, and suddenly pulls sharply downward. When the edge reappears, it is dripping with blood. Navela opens her free hand up once more, and squeezes a few drops of blood into the basin. Virnul speaks quietly, grabbing the paper towels, and handing a few to Navela. She wipes off the blade with the towels.

Then, she edges the knife and the basin toward Eterne.

Eterne does the same thing as Navela with some hesitation, slicing open her palm and allowing blood to drip into the basin, before wiping the blade off with more paper towels and passing it to me. I slice open my palm without an inkling of hesitation externally, like an actual practitioner of blood sorcery, squeezing blood into the basin, and wiping the blade off with yet more paper towels. I pass it to Virnul, and he does the same with hesitation, handing the implement and the basin to Navela once more. She murmurs something unrecognizable even to my sensitive ears, and spits into the bowl, stirring the resultant mixture with the ritual knife, before grabbing the jar. She opens it, shakes the spider out, stabs it before it can escape, and shudders, making a face. She scrapes the spider off the blade and into the bowl with her bare hands, before striking a match.

Everything is silent for a moment, until she drops the match into the basin, and that is absurd. The blaze should not roar up like that, blood does not tend to be that flammable.

And then I can hear psychotic, disconnected laugher, and feel a heavy, cold autumnal wind whipping around me. Despite its initial position before Navela, the basin is in the center of the circle. This is horrendous. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, at the least. There is a face in the flames, humanoid enough to recognize, leering at me, ethereal and almost regal. Both eyes seem to pierce into my soul without any difficulty. The worst part is that I recognize it.

HELLO, MAGE OF MIND. IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME. HAH.

Without any sort of conscious control, I extend my right arm, reaching towards the fire. For a moment, everything is covered by a shocked silence, but then I attempt to pull away and find my brain is not in control of my arm, the fingertips extending towards the flame. My fingers are entirely engulfed by the fire. It burns, quite obviously. I can hear the crackling, the sizzling, and smell the charring of burning flesh. I attempt to let out a sound of discomfort, but find I cannot. Soon enough, the charred blackness is slithering up my wrist and arm, towards my elbow, the skin around that area beginning to blister and bubble slightly from the heat, drying, yet remaining slick with sweat nonetheless. I still cannot pull away or speak.

Virnul shoves my arm away from the fire and I am abruptly in control again, jerking my arm from the basin, towards my chest, gripping it with my other arm, but the charred, irreparable flesh is already knitting back together, the third degree burns already glistening with blood sealing up once more as the fuliginous scent of scorched flesh fades into nothingness.

A tendril of flame bursts from the pillar, but it is not headed for me. It whips around Eterne's neck and begins to drag her in, and she screams, chilling and bloodcurdling. Soon, all of my internal organs beneath the lungs are in my ribcage metaphorically. Eterne is still screaming, connected to the initial bit in one long, unbroken wave. Both Navela and I, being the closest two people, grab at Eterne, trying to pull her backwards, but we seem to be failing. My heart pounds against my ears, rapid and loud, the drumbeat of destruction, in sync with a rhythm I can sense in the flame. Eterne's entire face is engulfed by the pillar, and she is shrieking and sobbing in pain and fear, two things I have almost never seen from the girl as long as I have known her, until, without warning, the tendril of the inferno lets go, and she falls to the ground, her hands covering her eyes as she sobs. I do not let go of her for a period of time, and in fact draw in closer, to do something, anything.

Suddenly, there is a crack of energy and sound, and Navela just vanishes. She is just gone.

Virnul shouts out, but does not finish.

Everything in the room save the people begins to shake and rattle with energy, dancing the deathly dance of chaos. Every object glows quite faintly with a burgundy aura, and lifts into the air. Virnul is evidently responsible, but he also cannot be. He is not in control. Virnul screams, body convulsing and twitching with spasms of muscle both mind and matter, and then he is floating in the air, his legs unfolding from his sitting position as he is dragged upwards by his chest, limbs limp and lolling out around him, all of the furniture around the room levitating as well.

From nowhere and everywhere at once comes Navela's disembodied screaming. Everything has gone horrifically wrong.

I hear squishing and laughing and screaming and it is coming from around me, and within me; the walls are bleeding once more, the liquid dripping to the massive rug on the floor, dragging itself across the floor, and underneath me, towards the bowl once more, tendrils seeming to move in the corners of my vision. Virnul lets out another scream, and suddenly Eterne and I are levitating into the air as well and what is happening. The face in the inferno cackles (an almost mechanical undertone beneath it) with dark eyes seeming to glint in the light of the flame just as the fluid on the floor crawls right up underneath the bowl. The wind and storm rage about, tearing a still sobbing Eterne away and towards a wall, whilst dragging me towards the flame once more, along with Virnul.

I extend my arm out once more, this time to try and force myself away from the fire, yet I am unsuccessful, in quite the major way. Suddenly, the basin emits a loud sucking noise as the head cackles. Moments later, there is a flash of blinding light searing into my retinas, and everything goes blurry. A force of some sort from the center of the bowl pushes Virnul and I back, before dragging us inward once more. I can feel a burning heat and nigh-unfathomable pain in my right arm. Suddenly, I am forced backwards, back slamming into the wall in mere seconds, Virnul appearing to do the same, slamming the back of his head rather hard against the wall as well. There is a ringing in my ears and I look to my right arm, to see a bloody mess of torn flesh, ripped skin, seared bone poking through, and scorched tissue, all covered in sticky blood, bits of torn flesh plastered to the ground with the aforementioned fluid, a parallel to ragged flesh still attached to my arm, a bloodied stump essentially all that remains. I remember to scream then, loud, piercing and unbroken. The head cackles one more time.

FAREWELL, MAGE OF MIND. I SHALL SEE YOU SOON.

At once, the rushing noises and roaring of wind and flame all die out. The dark tendrils on the walls vanish and Navela reappears. Everything is silent for one long second as the four of us look around at each other, save for Eterne, who still shakes from where she lies, covering her eyes. I note that the floor is still wet, sticky, and salty from that liquid on the walls. Then, at once, everyone breaks down, most crying or at least sobbing. I slowly regain my vision, only to clearly see that there is a large amount of blood coming from Virnul's right hand, mangled and torn by the explosion, bits of flesh merely hanging off of the thing by the bone in places.

Then, Navela lets out a broken cry and pitches out toward Virnul.

She chants out the phrase repeatedly, her arms around Virnul's neck.

I crawl over to Eterne, immense pain shooting through my arm with every movement. I grab one of her wrists with my left hand, and whisper out a variety of phrase along the lines of "shush, everything's going to be fine" and such that I know are blatant lies at this point, feeble attempts at reassurance.

I shamble several feet over, and flick the switch on, activating the lights, before dragging myself back to Eterne.

She slowly removes her hands from her eyes, and opens them. She whimpers, curling in on herself.

Her eyes are scorched black into her head, with the occasional streak or fleck of white. She's completely blind. I begin to panic, insensible, trying to reassure both her and myself, whilst I know that she is going to be completely blind for the remainder of her life.

The final embers of the basin are dying down, showing that there is no blood, saliva, or decomposing arachnid remaining. Suddenly, there is another flash of light. Everyone screams and scrambles away from the basin, Navela practically dragging Virnul before suddenly just collapsing to the floor; I leap on top of Eterne to attempt to guard her from some sort of harm, extending a shield of amethyst psionic energy, not even really thinking, the psychotic laughter of the form in the flame reverberating around my skull.

Everything goes black with a sharp pain to my right arm, giving way to inescapable visions and horrendous nightmares.

@Tazz my previous attack was a focused attack with a level 5 alchemy that has minimum damage output of 1000 so by myself I just did something like 1000-1500 damage, what I'm doing wrong? And the Attack of the Throne was ignored, poor Throne.

Hezetor user the orb to attack the Bruiserbot.

The Throne will attack the Bruiserbot with a sequence of lasers beams.

The Maxis will take cover to avoid damage. (Acquiring a chance of avoiding an attack I suppose).

Now let's attempt to use my personal alchemter to create as follows:

Personal shielding device && plasma generator = Plasma shield 1/?

Concordant Killer 14/25

Rugname 32/50

.44 Magnum && container for modules = Modular Magnum (Level 5: 4/6)

Iron Armor && container for modules = Modular Armor 1/?

So I can hold 3 alchemies at the same time? Or even more?

Walker: level 2, 507000 damage

Best Pun Ever: 40/50 (Charge has not progressed for this post)

I cannot give +2 to anyone while dead!

Walker growls at having finally been disabled by someone. He writhes while stuck in a neverending loop of damage, growing slowly more and more broken as the locked-up servos prevent him from escaping Unlimited Kagura's motorbike. Somehow, the glitch is persisting, despite the Captain no longer being on the field. Then, at long last, the glitch ends, Unlimited Kagura racing off into the distance on his motorbike. But something seems off, which is confirmed the moment Walker vanishes from the battlefield, sent back by the respawning system...

A respawning system which was not supposed to register beings like animatronics.

Not to fear, though. It eventually manages to sort itself out. Look over there on that hill, there's Walker now!

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HEH. GOOD GORILLAING DAY, YA GORILLAING SCRUBS. I'M GOING TO MURDER SO MANY OF YOU IT WON'T EVEN BE FUNNY... AT LEAST FOR YOU IT WON'T! FOR ME, IT'S GONNA BE A GORILLA RIOT! KYAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA! WHO WANTS THE FIRST SLICE?

I pet the Lesser Dog NEO.

I noticed i saw a Blue Gem on my pocket that it is used to upgrade the Weapons however the Blue Gem is not as strong as the Blue Crystal and others so i decide to make my Level 10 weapon/healing Well off to the Forge.

An powerful Halloween themed summon 40/50

Sp00py Armor 17/25 (Part of my Halloween Miniboss summon.)

Heal Blaster && Bayo-Laser Rifle && Plasma Katana && Blue Gem = ??? 1/11

+2 Twinbuilder

Is it's possible to upgrade summon without spamming charges (Like 1/50 Up to 10 times that will going to make a Super Boss)

It's almost impossible to make a Boss however there is a way to make a Boss if you cant do it, I can summon my Miniboss instead.

After my summon is complete, I will going to make a Terror Nuclear Quest Giving Taco with 2 components at 50 each. (Ooh that joke in IW never ends.)

My Items

Potato kick-stater salad(a potato made of salad kick-starter.)17/25(or 27 if the helping effect works so it means that is it works it is already ended(The two excess charge I use them for starting something else if they exists)(I would start probably charging a boost for one allied entity))
Repairing the Damaged Warp Zone(if it is possible) 1/9

my items

Then I try to use the Damaged warp zone to turn the wound ProofofconcepT into an healthy ProofofconcepT with ten more senses as dreamed by an AI

Is not that cute?

It really looks 1250% human.

Then I help proof of concept to rebuild his fort and to build a pit.

19/40

4/5 Incendiary Autobow

I begin preparing for something amazing... to begin, I hire 1000 miners, which I immediately tell to dig straight down. As they all perish in lava, a few of them manage to struggle back up to the surface, with something special: 2 diamonds. Enthused, I hire 2000 more miners to dig down to the bottom of the world. Most of them perish in lava, but I get 6 diamonds this time!

Everyone wonders what I'm going to do as I hire 10000 more miners to dig straight down... finally, I get exactly 16 more diamonds... WHICH I THEN USE TO...

Craft a full suit of diamond armor and equip it. I want defenses!

Potato kick-stater salad(a potato made of salad
kick-starter.)18/25(or 28 if the helping effect works so it means that
is it works it is already ended(The three excess charge I use them for starting something else if they exists)((I would start probably charging a boost for one allied entity)))
Repairing the Damaged Warp Zone(if it is possible) 2/9

my items

Then I try to make he battle field more normal turning into one of the following(I try to use the damaged warp zone for this)

And I help again ProofofconcepTif it is possible(for his two projects)

Leviathan: 17/30

Guitar Solo: 2/40

Manaticon Flamesprayer [Lvl.6]: 6/7

I, being uncreative at this period, heal up the Uncreativity Monster!

48/50 Binary Slime Uzi x1

35/35 Badge 5 Cobalt x4, Uzi x2

+2 cobalt

Badges: 5/8

Airstrike Beacon && TM25 8/10

Upload/Download Cable AND Indigo Flames 8/8

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I am not Mercury... that's just what Tazz put on the player list.

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Mercury takes out a golden apple, and eats it. He gets poisoning from eating far too much gold, and wakes up in the hospital. He ends up fine, and the nice doctors there even fixed him up to better than he was before. Not that he was really injured, considering critical existence failure, but it still works.

"Nerf" Bat 8/11
Dual Pistols II Healium II Small Generator = Deus Noctum 5/11

+2 to Tailist

Sukard 17/50

More robots, eh? Hey, you know, I'm one of them too.

I pull out Firebrand and singe the Siegebot.

The Pit: 12/20 +2 from nulitor
Fort Rebuilding: 12/20 +2 from nulitor

+2 to nulitor (thanks for the heal... I think)

Holy Flame || Peacetime = Fear No Anvil (Level 10: 5/11)

I use my holy flame to heal nulitor

Alchemies:

Spoiler (click to hide)

How long do the defense points granted by Traho being activated last for?

=Action=

As the Soul of the Core fades away into nothingness, Sorodin bows his head slightly.

Sorodin> You fought well... my friend.

Sorodin looks over at the Wizard of Yendor's aggravated monsters attacking Zineous.

Sorodin> I don't think so.

Sorodin takes out his Infinite Pie Cornucopia and fires a few rounds at the attacking monsters, or if they're evasive, just in their general direction. Licking their lips, they realize: It's poisonous pie! Voimiting acidic vomit, they damage themselves while managing to attract the attention of some of the PZ's who sure don't want to step in the vomit, so the PZ's take the obvious action: Kill the vomiting monsters! Attacking the vomiting monsters, they find that they stepped in the vomit too! Both the offending PZs and the sick aggravated monsters become handicapped, and unfortunately, there are no prosthetic leg dealerships in town! However, they settle for wheelchairs, and I just got a Monopoly on those. The wheelchairs break, and I throw all my Monopoly sets at them. With no way of moving, they are forced to be hit by flying (living) Monopoly pieces. Some aren't too bad- a top hat, a thimble. A dog or cat or two. I then take out the big guns and throw the barge at them. They are flattened. The Aurin Esper comes along as well, and eats the dog and cat, being healed!

Zineous will use Thunder Rage on the Wizard of Yendor and his Illusion.

==Alchemies==

Super Unfair Paper Mario Maker Sketchpad && Mario 64 = Super
Unfair Paper Mario Maker Sketchpad 64 (level 5: 6/6) [DONE!] You never gave me a description.

Logic Distortion Remote && (Watch && Ender Pearl) = Space-Time Manipulator 2/??? You didn't give me a level for this.

Voidmetal Bottle && Pocket Dimension = World in a Bottle 3/9

=Inventory=

Logic Distortion Remote

Super Unfair Paper Mario Maker Sketchpad 64

Voidmetal Bottle

Pocket Dimension

Infinite Pie Cornucopia

Traho

(Only including things that I deem important to my ultimate alchemy chain thingy)

==Charges==

The Nonexistent 15/50

Essence of Rain 10/50

+2 Pit

The Future: 42/50 ================================================== (+2 from Bomber, Erelye, Pricey, and MZ)

I +2 Generic.

The Scribe notices the auspicious date that has been reached on his numerous watches. "The date has risen. The Witching Hour is here. Long has this holiday been celebrated across Minecraftia as a time to reminiscence on dark secrets and darker truths. A time to look back on the occult ways that have had an impact on our civilization's history. And a time to seal those evils away so they will never plague our cities again." The Scribe sets up a ring of jack o' lanterns, whose pale light flickers across the setting skies. "Let us never forget the stories that are shared on this day, whispering in the ears of the damned like unearthly wind... Let us never forget the tragic tales of those who have lost their lives, their hearts, their possessions, their souls... And let us think back to a town. A town called Kyoto."

It was years ago, you see. Many years ago, indeed. Back during the Beta Age of our world, when the two dominant races were Humans and Testificates. Both races were created separately from each other, each with different cultures, practices, and buildings... Yet the two were in an uneasy alliance. There were ripples of segregation and dark perceptions each had about the other, but there was nothing major. That was, until one fateful day, when a simple town became front-page news across the world.

Kyoto was a port town that settled near the ocean. Its ships were some of the finest on the continent, and its wares were collected all over the world. Kyoto had a reputation for being a major town that others would go on during quests. You know, to stock up on supplies, and if necessary, hitch a ride to somewhere else across the world. And it was almost always Humans that would go on said quest. The town's residents, who were all Testificates, were divided on Humans, you see. Some of them had a fondness for them and gave them knowledge to help on their quest.

Others found faults in their race. They called Humans nuisances and annoyances, always screaming for materials and the most treasured and sacred loot they could find to help them on their supposedly noble quest. Once Kyoto gained that reputation, you could expect that there were plenty of those who faked being on quests to rob the town's loot and take off with everything they could carry. So the town began to invest in... security measures.

The town grew and grew until it became a minor city. It developed a proper army which built fortifications to fend off the monsters at night and the shifty Humans at day. Angered by the city's attempts to blockade them, the Humans fought back. They did not want to see such a treasury of wealth became locked away before their very eyes. So, in secret, they planned to destroy the blockades of Kyoto. And they succeeded. How, you ask? They recruited monsters to help them. A terrible deed, that is. A Minecraftian of any race associating with a monster...

Kyoto was forced to spend their time rebuilding, for it was not only the walls that were destroyed. Some houses - and even some lives - were lost in the carnage. Yet the officials of Kyoto could find no trace of any Human involvement in the activity, so they blamed it on a rogue monster attack. More Humans came in by the day, and Kyoto grew even more suspicious. They remembered why they had built the walls in the first place, and rebuilt them bigger and bigger. And then came the airstrikes. Kyoto was bombed by a joint effort between Humans and monsters - for as much as the Humans wanted the wealth of Kyoto, so did the monsters for their own nefarious purposes and intents.

This time, it was plainly obvious who the culprits of the deed were, for some had branched off from the intended path and assassinated Testificates in cold blood. Kyoto issued a permaban on Humans, and built their walls and their city to heights only dreamed of. But their wealth was slipping away like grains of sand. The Humans, in their efforts, were forcing Kyoto to spend the riches they had wanted to claim in the first place. The last band of Humans to wander there on an official quest arrived shortly before the completion of the walls. They left as soon as they could. The true rivalry between Humans and Testificates had begun. But, just when no one thought it could, it got worse.

The citizens of Kyoto began to question their faith in their military and their buildings. They wondered how many attacks they could withstand, and when the Humans would resort to something truly drastic. As such, while Kyoto tried to keep the Humans out, a select few began to turn to other methods to solve the conflict. Worse methods. Evil methods. They tried to construct magical barriers and protection forged from tenebrous powers that Kyoto tried to keep under wraps. It seemingly worked, but each magical power brought a curse onto the city.

These curses began to stockpile onto each other with alarming frequency, and soon, the city of Kyoto was in no shape to defend anything. People were sick, crops were dying, buildings were withering away, and ores were turning into stone. All the while, the clouds over Kyoto grew darker and darker, and the seas surrounding it grew turbulent. Rumors were starting to surface of shipwrecks happening just off Kyoto's coast. What was once a city of fortune had turned into the largest ghost town on this Face of the planet.

Human visits had become a rarity. The last band of Humans to ever travel to Kyoto were looking to cash in on its fortune and attempt something incredibly risky by stealing the town's most prized artifact - a banner depicting the Red Dragon's head. The Red Dragon had developed a following in the months of Kyoto's fortification and the practicing of occult powers, and it had even secured a place in Kyoto's church. Stealing it would signify that the Humans weren't afraid to take anything.

The Humans passed through Kyoto's front gates, which had destabilized thanks to a recent line of curses - they were getting so bad that they effectively nulled the spells that were casted in the first place. They had forged quest papers which were, to their credit, nearly identical to a real copy. They were let through to Kyoto, and they stopped at the town's finest restaurant before heading to an inn and sneaking out overnight for their heist. The restaurant was as far as they got.

The Testificates inside of the restaurant, of which there were plenty, didn't take kindly to the Human visitors, but they didn't mention any of their concerns publicly. They just grumbled to themselves and carried on with their meals. All of them were content to harbor such stigmatized beings - all except one Testificate. He was, from legend, renowned as a town crazy. His hands were full of blood, his skin was pale, and his eyes had, dare I say it, a glow to them. He unnerved the Humans, to say the very least. And then he started spouting prophecies.

From what little survivors remained after the incident, I can surmise this. The Testificate began to talk about an "unparalleled conflict that will arise in the future," how it would "extinguish lives like faint candles" and how "the earth will tremble, and our races will shatter for all eternity." He talked about how "this will be the origin point of the largest debacle in history," and closed with "He has ordained this. I am the nobody, and he is the master." The Testificate then proceeded to physically assault the humans with a disproportionate amount of force. And when I say disproportionate, I mean he literally threw them through the restaurant's walls in a single punch.

The Testificate stalked out of the room with uneven steps, as if he was being controlled. Several eyewitnesses say he even began to float. The Humans used whatever weaponry they had, but the Testificate shrugged them off and broke them all, one by one. He then raised his arms, turning the clouds a maroon color. Blood proceeded to rain from the skies, and the grass withered away and died. The buildings of Kyoto began to melt like wax, and the seas soared through the heavens like they had a mind of their own, turning blood-red. The ocean blocked out the sun and sealed Kyoto under a dome of concentrated power. The Testificate linked the Humans' hands together and nailed them to the ground with obsidian spikes.

He called the entire city to his side, and Kyoto trembled before him. They didn't know if he was a hero or an enemy, but they knew he was something wrong. The Testifcate took a treasured scythe from Kyoto's vaults and carved the eyes from the Humans' heads, asking them if they could see what he saw. They were all too busy screaming in pain, so he cut out their tongues. The Testificate asked them if they could taste what he tasted. None of them could speak at all, so he produced silver tongues from thin air and stuffed them into the mouths of the Humans. The silver tongues boiled and bubbled, growing to an exponential size and peeling the skin from the Human's bodies, sealing them in frothing statues of silver liquid.

The liquid hardened into a cool obsidian, and the Testificate sliced the mounds of obsidian in half in a clean strike, golden liquid flowing from what was left. The gold veins traveled along the ground and across the entire city of Kyoto, poisoning it in its entirety. Wherever the flames traveled, golden fire followed. The Testificate cackled as the treasures and secrets of Kyoto went up in flames in a matter of minutes. The city's population tried to run away, but the dome of the Red Sea sealed them off, and if even an ember of golden fire touched them, their entire body was turned into ashes. The Testificate's mouth pooled with blood as he laughed harder and harder, his city crumbling around him. And when the Testificate could speak no longer, his eyes faded and he fell to the ground, burning in flames in the middle of the firestorm. And without his will, the Red Sea collapsed, falling downwards and pulverizing the city in a single strike.

The clouds parted and the seas dried up. The only thing left of Kyoto was a desolate wasteland, the stenches of death and brimstone, a few scattered ruins, a handful of lives, and, somehow... the church. The church of Kyoto was the only building that was completely left standing after the event. What's more, it shined brighter than ever, with no dirt or grime of any kind on it. It was as if the Red Sea hadn't destroyed it. It had... cleaned it.

The governments of both Humans and Testificates were notified of the event immediately. Both sent their officials to the town, rushing to survey the carnage and determine what could be done with the lives that were left. The Testificates that survived were rushed to critical care, healing potions being fed through their bodies. They were never truly restored - all the survivors died within one month of the event. And within that one month, a full-scale investigation was conducted on Kyoto's fate.

No one was able to come up with a definite answer, what with the only people who saw the entire incident in a comatose state. It was only late into the investigation that doctors realized that the Testificates' brains were still active - and more than that, they were abnormally active. Investigation into the science of dreams revealed that their brains were replaying the traumatic event over and over, with them stuck in a loop and dying each and every time. From those memories, the timeline of events from above was gathered. We're talking about an event so dangerous and so occult, that the only indication it ever existed was from the minds of its traumatized and comatose victims. That's how serious this was.

Kyoto was deemed a condemned site, and it was sectioned off from the rest of the world. A massive sense of evil still lingered from within, and no one wanted to set up something there for a long time. The church still remained, untouched and spotless, gleaming like an unfortunate reminder. And thus, Kyoto was destroyed. The Fool's Massacre, as the event was called, resulted in the destruction of a large port city, the loss of hundreds of lives, the ruination of an entire landscape, and worldwide outrage.

But that wasn't even the worst byproduct of the event.

Not long after the conclusion of the investigation, both governments gave lengthy speeches about the Massacre. It was during these speeches that relations quickly went south. As it turned out, the Testificates had finally worked up the courage to voice their opinions about the Humans on a cubal scale. They had reports of Humans terrorizing and beating Testificates all over the world, although Kyoto was by large the most severe case. The Testificates would not tolerate the annoying and self-centered behavior of the Humans who raided their villages any longer. And seeing as how the actions of a band of humans led to the complete destruction of one of the greatest trading centers in the world, the Testificates were very - and justifiably - angered.

Meanwhile, the Humans had made their own speech. They countered by saying that, in a world of unbridled creativity, it should be up to those who have the power to control the world to share their wealth with those around them. The Testificates were an older race with more magical knowledge, and they should have welcomed Humans and not shunned them. Furthermore, evidence suggested that the destruction of Kyoto was an inside job - the actions of occult Testificates had cursed the place, and it was a Testificate who ultimately pulverized the entire city and murdered the Humans in cold blood.

Both races, each with their own opinions and arguments, realized that only one conclusion could be brought from this: war. And so it was that all those years ago, the Great War began. What had started as a simple feud between a city and those who sought to steal from it ultimately, over the course of several years, developed into the largest fight the world had ever known in which countless villages were burned, cities crumbled, and mountains upon mountains of lives were lost. When the smoke cleared, the Human government - known as the Officials - announced that Humans would cut off all ties from Testificates and they would retreat to a new land, untouched and unseen. And so it was that all those years ago, the Human race disappeared from Minecraftia.

The rebuilding process for the Testificates is still in progress to this day. Even though they technically won the war, their civilization was totaled by the end. Cities had to be reborn from scratch, and some of the knowledge that was lost from destroyed artifacts and burned books could never be regained. It was only in the latter stages of the Great War that people began to truly remember Kyoto - there was always a hope that it could be rebuilt, and that it could be restored into the city it once was.

An elite team was sent to Kyoto to rebuild it. Things would start off small at first, with a small village being developed. But as the process would go on, more and more buildings would be constructed until Kyoto would be a flourishing city, even bigger than it was in its finest hours. A basic village was all that was constructed. Nothing ever accelerated from beyond that point, and for good reason. It was then that people found out what was under the church.

The construction team could never stay focused for too long while rebuilding. Even though the grass was starting to grow again and the tide had moved back from the ocean, an indescribable feeling of evil lingered across the site of the Massacre. Whatever the team built felt dark and out of place, like it didn't belong. The team's construction was hurried and rushed - whatever they felt made them confident that they didn't want to stay. It took a week to finish creating the villlage to the proper specifications to ensure a thriving society. When the project had begun, a team of twenty workers entered the area.

After a week, three were left.

Throughout construction, the project was plagued by accidents. People stepped on the wrong patch of rock and they fell into a hole, every bone in their body broken. People investigated a cave under better judgement and never made it out alive. People stabbed themselves with their own pickaxes. People crawled to cliffs, slit their throat, and fell off into the ground below. People tore out their eyes, their ears, and their hands, dying of blood loss. And everyone swore they could hear voices peppering their thoughts, voices that told of horrors and dances unlike anything they had ever seen. The three that were left all dropped dead on the doorsteps of their proper homes once they arrived.

The Testificate government sent another team there to investigate what had gone on, this one a team of soldiers and researchers. The plan was that they wouldn't be as swayed by whatever was out there. Within a day, the soldiers all killed each other with their own weapons, mysteriously avoiding the researchers entirely. It was quite obvious that Kyoto was cursed, but by what, they couldn't tell. Using their equipment and sensors, they determined that there was an invisible dome still trapping the city - one that could be walked in and out of, but one that was still there. It was hanging over the city, seemingly giving it its malignant properties - and it couldn't be destroyed.

The greatest amount of evil seemed to be concentrated in one spot, the church. Against their better judgement, the researchers all walked to the church, which was as pristine as ever. It was more than cleansed. It was as if it was continually being washed and protected by something. When it started to rain during the investigation, the researchers were horrified to see the water evaporate upon contact. One of the researchers experimentally threw a dirt block at the church. The dirt disintegrated into ashes the instant it hit the church's shimmering surface.

The researchers began to hear voices themselves, but they weren't maddening whispers. They were chants. Hymns. Hymns being sung by a choir of insanity. They all walked away from the church, and the chorus ceased. The researchers knew that if they set up camp in Kyoto, they would all likely murder each other in their sleep, no matter how resistant to its evil they seemed to be. So they moved across the field and set up a plan to find the secrets of the church, only then noticing that the raincloud showering Kyoto was perfectly circular. Their sleep was plagued by nightmares.

The next day, the researchers woke exhausted, but ready. More importantly, all of them had survived. They walked back to the church, resolving to get the investigation over with. Putting on the most powerful Fire Protected Diamond Armor they had, one researcher walked into the church. The instant they touched its door, their body melted into pudding. Their screams were cut short, pealing across the village. Their armor fell down, slowly popping and sizzling until it melted into a cyan liquid that lit the ground on fire.

With the knowledge that the church's priority was to target people before blocks, they realized that they couldn't wear anything that would protect them. They needed to be protected. The researchers called for a squad of priests to be sent down to the area. Once they arrived, the researches urged the priests not to step foot in Kyoto. They had marked the boundaries of a dome with poles of wood. One of the priests, not listening to the researcher's pleas, walked through. He screamed to the skies, babbling about the injustices and evils of the world for a solid minute before he impaled himself.

Now the researchers knew that holy people were specifically targeted by Kyoto's curse. They needed the antithesis. They needed to become corrupt themselves. Knowing that they were in too deep and that they would most likely die painful deaths after the whole ordeal of an investigation was over, the researchers realized that they had nothing left to lose - except their souls. The researchers prepared an altar in Kyoto and sacrificed the priests on it one by one, stealing their robes. With each death, the researchers slipped closer and closer into the reaches of madness and eternal damnation. Once every priest was exterminated, the skies turned completely black, and an unearthly wind howled. Their expressions darkened. They were ready.

One by one, the researchers stepped into the church of Kyoto. They found its seats completely undisturbed, even though no one had sat in them for years. They found its altar untouched, shimmering with something they couldn't explain. The large banner of the Red Dragon was hung at the far end of the church, stretching down from the ceiling. The researchers knew that something good had become corrupted - just like them.

Upon investigating, they discovered a hole leading underground. Not knowing where it would take them, the researchers headed down it and found out what we can only assume is the truth. A sizable chamber was carved out from the stone in the ground, corrupted by pale red rock. A 3x3 section of gold blocks had been arranged in a square on the ground, and right next to it was, alarmingly, the skeleton of a Testificate. He was holding two pale blocks, a piece of flint, and a piece of iron. There were four torches arranged on the gold blocks, but they were unlit. And most disturbingly of all, there were messages written all along the wall in dried blood. They crisscrossed the ceiling, walls, and floor, and the pool of its stopped at the Testificate's skeleton. All of the messages were written frantically and hastily, and they went like this.

"WHY WON'T THE WHISPERING STOP" "HELP US HELP THEM" "ALL I SEE ARE THE VISIONS" "NO NO NO NO" "THE WHISPERING GROWS LOUDER BY THE DAY" "WAILING OF TONGUES" "THERE WILL COME A DAY" "MIMES ON ALL SIDES" "WHEN THE SUN WILL GO OUT" "GNASHING OF TEETH" "HELP" "VISIONS OF CHAOS" "AND THE MOON WILL FALL" "THEIR HIDEOUS FACES OH NOTCH" "SOULLESS EYES" "VISIONS OF DEATH" "THE SKIES WILL CRACK OPEN" "MY EARS ARE BLEEDING FROM THE WHISPERS" "TIME WILL STOP LIKE A SCRATCHED RECORD" "MY EYES BURN FROM THEIR DANCES" "WARPED STRETCHED MOUTHS" "HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP" "SPACE WILL BE RENT" "GOD IS EXILED" "VISIONS OF HELL" "COSMIC DANCES WILL PLAY OUT" "I CANT WITHSTAND THE PAIN" "LIKE THE SUN AND THE MOON'S QUARRELS" "TONGUES LOLLING OUT" "VISIONS OF INSANITY" "NOTCH IS EXILED" "THE SEVENTH MARKS THE CLOSE" "THE ECLIPSE WILL HAVE OCCURRED" "NO NOSES THEY'RE LIKE SLITS" "THEY HAVE ODD MOUTHS" "NONE WILL STAND AGAINST THE SKY" "AVENGE THE FEW" "BEWARE" "I WAS A FOOL" "HELP ME" "WINGS LIKE BIOMES" "THEY HAVE FUNNY MOUTHS" "CLAWS LIKE MOUNTAINS" "VISIONS OF CRACKS IN THE DISC OF MOJANG" "THE DISC OF MINECRAFTIA ITSELF" "ALL WILLFALL" "THEN HEAVEN AND EARTH AND ALL THAT IS IN THEM WILL SHOUT" "EYES LIKE PLANETS" "FOR DESTROYERS WILL COME" "A UNIVERSE OF CREATION, A MAN THAT WROTE" "OF A SEEKER OF DESTRUCTION, ONE WHO SMOTE" "THE ENTIRE WORLD FELL, AND HE DECLARED" "ALL MOUTHS WENT SILENT, ALL EYES STARED" "FOR HE HAD SPOKE OF A COMING DAY" "ONE WHERE EVERYONE WOULD SAY" "WHY DIDN'T WE ALL TAKE ACTION THEN" "BEFORE HE HAD FEW, NOW HE HAD TEN" "THOUSAND THOUSAND MILLION MEN" "STRETCHING ACROSS THREE ROUND DENS" "AND AS HE SPOKE OF THAT DAY" "THE MOON TURNED RED AS IF TO SAY" "EVERYTHING YOU HEARD WILL COME TO PASS" "BEFORE YOU TURN TO THE FUTURE LOOK AT THE PAST" "NOTHING IS NEW IT'S ALL HAPPENED BEFORE" "YET NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT'S IN STORE" "YOU THINK IT'S THE END AND WHAT YOU THINK IS WRONG" "BEWARE, YOU TWELVE, AND YOUR CHOSEN THRONG" "ALL OF YOU BEWARE THE DRAGON'S SONG"

The researchers, horrified, took picture after picture of what they found under there, knowing that no one would believe them if they only had their word. And after several minutes had passed, the earth began to shake. Sensing danger, the researchers ran from the church - and Kyoto - as quickly as they could. The church lost its luster and its light, collapsing on itself. Whatever was protecting it suddenly had no reason to. The entire village followed suit, the ground giving way and tumbling into the abyss, creating a massive crater.

When the Testificate government received word of what the researchers had found, they kept the knowledge hidden in secret. Knowing that the catalyst of the Great War was that someone had tried to summon Him was unthinkable. And what was worse was that the entirety of the Great War had been accomplished under His machinations, even with the construction of the Ender Matrix... It was too hard to believe. A prison meant to seal away one thing... And it had failed. The Testificates felt deeply uncomfortable trusting the public with this information, and so it was kept away, hidden.

Upon discovering the deeds the researchers had done to gain entry into the church, they were publicly executed. The only reason given was that they had committed crimes against creation. The mystery of their execution was debated for years, and it still is. How do I know all this, you ask? Well... Every great government has an outsider. A spy. Someone who knows things that perhaps they shouldn't.

The Scribe finishes his tale, the wind howling around him. Mozart II is so horrified that his heart stops and he takes severe damage. What's more, because he's incapacitated, the next two attacks against him will minicrit.

Zombenstein: 25/50

Boney: 25/50 (+1 Pricey)

Infernal End: 3/9

The L()rd TP's and egg's the Mechari Engineer.

25 charge boosts in reserve

Birds are singing... 5/50

Flowers are blooming... 5/50

... Indigo Flames && Crystal Ball = The Mindwalker (8/8)

Hammer && Earth Titan Essence = Titanstone Hammer 4/11

+2 Twin

I sigh, and pull out a match, striking it off my arm. I then light the Voidtouched Chicken on fire, then toss away the match.