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Deep inside a forgotten pocket dimension, a wisp of orange energy appears, blazing with the glory of vast, immortal suns as it descends onto a nearby sarcophagus, and begins to melt through the chains covering it. Golden chain after golden chain gets promptly turned into a more liquid state of being, unleashing the horror within the sarcophagus.
Another glowing ball of light descends through the crimson skies, crashing into the ground with the force of a small nuclear explosion. When the mushroom cloud clears, Y, the Lesser Dog NE0, who is currently being Petted by Y, and many others can gaze upon an entity resembling a small sun, if suns were elongated, tapeworm-like creatures with tentacle-adorned faces seemingly created by an unknown creator for the purpose of bedazzling SCP researchers and being ridden by ancient cultists. This instance in particular has curled itself in a spiraling, helix-like pattern around Herobrine, and is currently being used for the latter of the 2 purposes I mentioned. The Solar Cultist takes out a weapon resembling an odd combination of a sword, a whip, and a spear, and uses it to ensnare Herobrine before ascending into the skies on his cestodian mount, dragging the humanoid abomination with him like a flail. The tapeworm soars through the interplanetary space, arriving at a familiar object. The cultist speaks, hir voice reminding potential listeners of the malevolent crackling of a oversized bonfire:
Solarus: BEHOLD
Solarus: THE SUN
The solar cultist leaves the Solar Parasite grazing at a nearby solar protuberance, descending further into the core of the sun, and taking Herobrine with him. As the cultist arrives at the very nucleus of the sun, he takes out a long spear, its tip breaking into two and forming a claw-like tool. The cultist speaks yet once again, his infernal face now nigh-indisguishsble from the surrounding chaos of nuclear fusion:
Solarus: I NEED SOMETHING FROM YOU
He then extends the claw-tippes spear towards Herobrine, drawing out a small, black-red-purple shard of his very being, which rapidly stabilizes between the two tips of the spear. Then, suddenly, the cultist is gone, as is the double-tipped spear, the sword-whip-spear and the shard of Herobrine's essence. The Solar Parasite, however, is not gone. Having eaten the solar protuberance, it shakes of its infernal saddle, heads back to earth, and licks the Abnormally Large Voidtouched Chicken with its superheated tentacles before rapidly leaving the solar system.
Star Cannon && Minishark = Minishark Cannon (Level 7: 7/8)
I notice that Fseftr is not in the best of conditions, and UserZero rampaging all over the battlefield. In an effort to distract her, i fire a massive missile volley using the Saints Row at Fesftr while 19th Century Armstrong Guns fire cannonballs full of explosives in his general direction. Then, dozens of Boeing Superfortress come out of the Spellbook and drop tons28
of exploding, magical, Life Drain bombs while i walk up and stab him with the Gemblade, causing him to fall backward into the Pit O d00m (Not to be confuddled with the Pit Of Doom)
28/50 Upgrade system (irecreeper)
13/50 Deactivated...
||random storypost of uselessness. R e a d A t Y O U R O w n P e r i l!
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Earth
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. 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!"
((Though, I suppose Bomber is still apparently in his Ghast form? I wasn't expecting that, but hey, I won't complain.))
A Tactical Genius: 32/50 ==================================================
IMPERATOR 1/50 ==================================================
+2 to Twin
Still in the form of a terrifying Ghast, Bomber decided, with what control he still had, to focus on attacking Jaraxxus. The return of the eredar lord was troublesome, as he could create another Demon Portal. Unfortunately, Bomber lacked any more planes to crash into the aforementioned portal at the moment, so it would probably be for the better if it were prevented from appearing in the first place.
The runes and glyphs that covered his ghast-form began to glow intensely. These markings were almost like tattoos, permanently engraved in the ghast's skin. Bomber opened his eyes, which were actually yellow-green rather than a Ghast's traditional red. He pivoted around in the air, slowly turning to face Jaraxxus. It was an odd sight, as a ghast tends to float around sporadically while firing and screaming at anything that moved. Bomber's movements were instead deliberate. Calculated.
A shriek suddenly resounded, and a large fireball spewed from Bomber's mouth. Its heat split the air suddenly, a thunderous boom left in its wake. It slammed into Jaraxxus with great force. Upon impact, the fireball exploded into a rain of molten rock. Technicolor flames fell upon Jaraxxus. They seemed to stick to his skin, and no amount of water or fire-retardant would put them out until they were done doing... whatever they were about to do. It probably wouldn't be very pleasant for Jaraxxus.
The technicolor mess of fire that covered Jaraxxus grew in intensity. Colors changed violently, becoming almost seizure-inducing. Jaraxxus' skin began to hiss as it slowly and painfully melted away. Hissing, fizzling and popping, some of his flesh dribbled onto the ground like wax. The agony was all Jaraxxus could think about, doing no more than standing there in shock. The pool of melted flesh on the ground began to form a puddle around him. It was a horrifying sight, to say the least.
Warping flames continued to burn, beginning to change whatever was left of Jaraxxus into different materials. Glass, wood, lead, uranium, string, carbon dioxide, even spiders. Yes, spiders. Jaraxxus began to feel his demonic form destabilize quite a bit under the mutating properties of the warp fire. There is no way he could sustain himself if it continued like this. The changes continued, becoming more violent. Bone, blood, nitroglycerin (which promptly exploded), rust. He began to wither away, losing himself piece by piece.
Eventually, the vivid fires burnt out. Jaraxxus was left in shambles; whatever pain he felt was probably indescribable. The only remainder of what just happened was a trail of smoke that curled into the sky.
Bomber starts another Alchemy. He pulls out a staff made out of only the most expensive crystals. This was known as a Mystic Staff, which for many people would boost their arcane abilities. In his other hand was the Soul Booster. He put both items into the Alchemiter.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Holy Flame || Peacetime = Fear No Anvil (Level 10: 6/11)
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A rumbling echos across the mountains and across the fortress. Something has awakened... Something is coming
Out of a pit comes... A magma slime?
???: Hello... Master, You were right to build those walls, but they can not hold back the evil that is coming...
Me: Who are you?
???: Or who was I... I believe I was your first summon... Ah, yes Urthank
Me: Then why are you here? And... Why are you a magma slime?
Urthank: My true master has sent me to aid you in defending against the evil. And my current form? Well, coming back was not easy, and it changed me, but you may see I have become stronger...
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I take a spoonful of the egg salad, but before I can take a bite the destroyer comes out of nowhere and swallows the spoon before zooming off.
I tell the destroyer to attack a random PZ entity... for now
I feed a cookie to user zero... not a special cookie, just a very tasty cookie
Alchemies:
The Forge Stoker: Level 4
Holy Flame: Level 3
Peacetime: Level 3: A staff that gives off a calming vibe. It's powers grow with the level of peace around you, so as it stands its very weak. When it is strong, however, it can do great things.
Iron Forge Hammer: Level 2
Coldheart Hard Drive: Level 1: It's a hard drive that keeps itself very cool
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The Future: 50/50 ================================================== (+2 from generic, Nimbleguy, and Erelye, +1 from Irecreeper and Pricey)
(+4 from crystalcat and Bomber, +2 from jondanger, +2 from Tazz) I send all of these charges towards Erelye, completing his Discord charge!
I +2 Irecreeper.
The Scribe pets Lesser Dog NEO. "Here we go again..."
The Scribe decides to use the power of creepypastas to combat Herobrine. He goes to the Restaurant at the End of the Internet and orders a dozen of their specialty creepypastas. The Scribe eats most of them to judge their tastes, but he doesn't really like any of them. The 'slenderpasta' had weird black tentacles inside of it, the 'jeffpasta' tasted like bleach, the 'mousepasta' literally tasted like suffering, the 'squidwardpasta' tasted too much like sushi, the 'smilepasta' had an aftertaste that made the Scribe's mouth curl into a twisted smile, the 'drownedpasta' made the Scribe turn into a statue, and the 'goatmanpasta' tasted way too metallic. Not to mention all of the 'pokepastas'. The Scribe doubted they were even edible.
Ready to give up, the Scribe prepares to just pay the bill when he sees a particular pasta that catches his eye. An original one. And it isn't even overtly horrifying either. It's unsettling. Eerie. Mysterious. It preys on the unknown and the unexplained, the things that are just out of sight and scattered every which way so the pieces of its puzzle can never quite be put together. It's called 'gasterpasta'.
The Scribe takes a bite and heaves over in pain, letting out a digitized scream that causes everyone in the Restaurant to shatter into thousands of pieces, their very essences becoming undone, blowing away in the winds of reality. The Scribe's form becomes monochromatic and corrupted, a mere skeleton of its former self. He teleports back to the Battlefield in a frenzy, hovering over Herobrine with an aura of nonexistence and a soul of a statue.
The Scribe begins to speak, but his speech is unlike anything a living thing could make. It is horribly distorted, made of meaningless sounds and jumbled shouts that climb over each other in a desperate attempt to make some sort of sense out of pure chaos. Herobrine backs away slowly. Even a being such as him can't begin to understand the horror of the Scribe's movements. "BEWARE OF THE MAN WHO SPEAKS IN HANDS, THE MAN BEYOND THE VEIL. BEWARE OF THE MAN YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND, THE MAN THAT ISN'T REAL. BEWARE OF THE MAN WHO CLAWS AT YOUR THOUGHTS, THE MAN WHO IS AT WAR. BEWARE OF THE MAN THAT IS WRAPPED IN BLACK, THE MAN WHO'S TRAPPED BY HIS CORE."
Herobrine's thoughts implode.
Uncle Grandpa introduces Mt. Ebott to Mt. Everest. Seeing how tall Mt. Everest is, Mt. Ebott feels extremely inadequate and loses its fighting spirit, calming down and turning back into a normal mountain. If that doesn't do the trick, the Scribe shows Mt. Ebott Olympus Mons, a mountain on Mars that is nearly three times the size of Mt. Everest.
The Scribe grins. "Excellent. My latest charge is complete, and I have something quite amazing planned for it. But I'm going to need some help. It will be a rather challenging expedition, of course. Who to pick as my companion...?" The Scribe flips through the Journal, heading to a very recent page titled "Allies and Enemies." It appears to have detailed players of the participants of the war, as well as several diagrams of their items, entities, and the battlefield. The text in the entry reads...
This is quite the war I've gotten myself into. With an estimate of forty participants, several warring factions, and an endless multitude of entities bickering among each other, there's quite a lot to keep track of. The important thing to think about is who exactly would constitute the name of this section. Who are my allies and who are my enemies?
Cinavi is definitely interesting. She holds quite a bit of power, and isn't afraid to get results. She reminds me of me in more ways than one. I'd definitely think she has the power to be an ally... Apparently I've upset her. She challenged me to a duel quite recently based on the summoning of The Relative, and perhaps a multitude of other events that she may or may not know about. She didn't kill me, but she seems to be rather annoyed by me. Status: DEBATABLE.
(I should keep in mind her companions; the ones I met in Grayhold. They certainly have the potential to be great friends... Status: ALLIES.)
Bomber and Crystal are interesting as well. They're both experts in their fields, and they know quite a bit about the workings of magic, chaos, and other such arcane subjects. I'll have to keep a very close eye on them. They were both at Grayhold as well. They've even taken to asking me for knowledge and advice. Status: ALLIES.
I don't know much about the Golem. He was at Grayhold, but he looks to be a bit of a... wildcard. He seemed rather friendly, though. I'll keep him in mind. Status: ALLIES?
Mercury is someone to watch out for. He seems dangerous, and somewhat volatile at that. My experiences with him, albeit negligible, have painted him in a chaotic light. Status: ENEMIES?
What is there to say about UserZero? She must be stopped. Status: ENEMIES.
The Scribe thinks it over. "Cinavi and I aren't on the best of relations... Perhaps this trip could change her mind. That settles it, then." The Scribe closes up his Journal and walks behind a shadow, appearing near Cinavi. "Er. Hello there." Cinavi pauses before responding. "Hello." "I was wondering if you wanted to join me on an expedition of sorts. I have something quite interesting planned, and I'll need someone to help me with it." "...What kind of expedition?" "Well, here's the plan. I hope you don't mind if we walk and talk, by the way." "I don't."
The two of them walk across the sounds of chaos and war on the Battlefield, the Scribe heading to the ruins of the underground bunker that served as the spot of Uncle Grandpa's summoning. The shattered glass cylinders and the ruined formation of the circular wheel still remain, creating some sort of howling noise. The TV in the area is displaying bursts of static that are occasionally interrupted by cartoons. "I remember this place. My first step in the art of extradimensional travel. Going to Grayhold got me thinking about attempting such a task again. So I've decided to start anew." The Scribe presses a button, and a massive hole in the floor appears, leading down to mechanical depths.
"I thought about the possibility of using the technology from other dimensions and adapting them to this universe to use in battle as entities. And to that end, I built a superior portal. It's quite a long fall." The Scribe jumps down, lights flickering on as he travels. Cinavi shrugs and jumps as well. The two of them land in a large chamber with what looks like a massive mechanical Nether Portal built into it. A sizable amount of wires, computers, and machinery fills the chamber, creating beeping and hissing noises that dissonantly coexist.
Cinavi looks around the chamber and grins. "This is about the drones, isn't it." The Scribe stops in his tracks and slowly turns around to Cinavi, his voice low. "...How did you know?" "I did my... research. Before coming here, that is." The Scribe ponders this and shrugs. "Interesting. Well, since I won't need to explain as much now, I'll keep this brief." The Scribe walks across the room, turning on computers and calibrating machinery. The lights flicker several times and the gaps in the plating that makes up the ground begin to glow. A whirring sound joins the beeping in the room as the Portal begins to light up.
"I was investigating adjacent dimensions from ours, specifically the ones I targeted as candidates for my previous summon. I discovered one that was in quite a state of flux." The Scribe adjusts a knob on a computer. Its monitor turns on, complex algorithms generating a map of reality and pointing to what appears to be a parallel earth. The phrase "DIMENSION 46'\" can be seen near it. "I examined it further and found an apocalyptic scenario, along with a large amount of alien technology that was lying dormant at an apparent hotspot of paranormal phenomena. From there, I found the drones." "Exactly."
The room continues to light up as sparks fly around the portal. "Now, I needed a quick and efficient way to get to this dimension. So I've been building this in the past week or so. It's pretty much complete at this point, bar some room for error. It's a simple portal that will let us hop across reality. Think of it like a shortcut; nothing too major." Cinavi investigates the portal's frame. She can't tell exactly what it's made out of, but its glimmering purple glow reminds her of enchanted objects. "Isn't it a bit inefficient to build a semi-permanent one?" The Scribe grins. "Semi-permanent? I never said this was semi-permanent. If all goes according to plan, it will be quite permanent. Now stand back. If you get too close to this thing while it activates, there's a chance the uppermost layer of pixels on your body will be torn off and you'll bleed to death."
The Scribe makes his final adjustments and pulls a massive lever labelled "PULL IN CASE OF EMERGENCY." A massive siren blares across the room as surges of blue electricity fill the portal's frame. Both the Scribe and Cinavi duck for cover behind machinery as a massive plume of blue light barrels across the room in a deafening roar, punching a hole through the walls. When the smoke clears, the ceiling on the other half of the room has caved in, sealing the two of them from the exit. "...I may have lied about it being complete. But there's no need to worry now. The portal's... operational."
The portal's surface is glimmering with a brilliant golden color, its shimmering patterns not at all unlike a Nether Portal. "Interesting, huh? I utilized the techniques on adjusting Nether Portal's destinations with Covenite that you somehow found in my Journal. This thing has been precisely calibrated to act as a permanent gateway to this dimension. Its strength will fade over time, and I doubt it will be strong enough to take us and the drones through it again after this, but it will be there. Now..." The Scribe points to the portal.
"After you."
On the other side of the portal, a glimmering golden rectangle materializes as the Scribe and Cinavi enter Dimension 46'\. The two of them wordlessly survey the carnage going on around them. "Well, I knew this place was apocalyptic. But this..." The skies are bathed in flaming colors, with gigantic storm clouds blocking out the sun. The mountains and forests around them are covered in lava and fire, and even the hill they're on is pockmarked by embers. From their vantage point, they can see a cliff with a peculiar formation carved through it, a radiating pink crystalline ball, and the town below. The Scribe looks to his left and sees a large sign that reads, "WELCOME TO JUDYLWB IDOOV." The Scribe chuckles.
"So this is Gravity Falls, huh? I didn't watch much of it, but it seemed interesting enough..." Cinavi looks around. "Nice party they have going on here." "They? Who are you talking about?" Cinavi looks away. "They was a general statement." The Scribe starts looking around in earnest. "Well I'm going to interpret it to mean... them." The Scribe points all around, watching the beasts ravaging the town of Gravity Falls. Swarms of winged eyeballs, outer gods, disembodied organs and body parts, creatures that look like they're ripped straight from the nightmares of children, and an old man in a fisherman outfit telling people jokes. JOAJE
Cinavi laughs, taking in the scenery. The Scribe walks across the hill, sounds of carnage and chaos echoing around him. "These things belong in Limbo, certainly not here. Who's responsible for all of this? And how did they... Wait. Wait a second." The Scribe looks up in the sky, horrified as he sees a giant kaleidoscopic "X" carved across the heavens. Light pours from it, and every ten seconds or so, another creature descends from it. Hovering below the fissure is a gigantic black pyramid pulsating with an aura of color. "A Crossover? There's a CROSSOVER here?? But that's..."
The Scribe flips through his Journal, taking in his entries on paradoxes, Crossovers, and travel between dimensions. "To make one of that size would require an amount of paradoxical energy so large that an extremely massive event would have to occur to cause all of it all! Not to mention the sheer amount of liquid darkness you'd need to successfully pull it off! But I have theorized about this..." The Scribe reads from his Journal. "Should a Crossover of a proportionate size occur that spills out of a particularly volatile dimension, said dimension's power will leak into the stable dimension the Crossover is in, polluting it with darkness and most likely bringing about said dimension's end times in an event that I have called The Fall." Looking around, the Scribe sighs. "That must be what's happening here... But what could be on the other side of that portal? What dimension would be weird enough to cause all of... this?"
Sighing, Cinavi motions to the hill around them. "...We should probably make this quick." The Scribe adjusts his goggles, turning away from the apocalypse. "You're right, you're right. The politics of other dimensions isn't exactly my business, I suppose. Now, the drones should be right under our feet." The Scribe takes out a sleek black rifle, cocks it, and aims it at the ground. "Once again, I'm going to have to urge you to stand back." The Scribe fires at the ground, a plume of electrifying energy blowing the top off of the hill and leaving a smoldering crater, revealing a sleek and unearthly silver dome. The Scribe looks satisfied.
Cinavi whistles. "Nice." The two walk on top of the metal dome, their feet clanging on its surface. The Scribe surveys it, his reflection clearly visible on its surface. "A spacecraft, I presume." Cinavi chuckles. "What else would this thing be?" The Scribe steps back. "No doubt the drones, along with a myriad of other alien technologies, lie in here. We'll need something that can breach through its hull. Perhaps a magnet of some kind. Do you happen to have one on you?" Cinavi floats above the ground, teal energies enveloping her. "Yeah. It's called my brain." The Scribe motions to the craft. "Then by all means, go ahead."
The spacecraft's hull shudders as dull teal energy encircles it. Cinavi closes her eyes, then opens them. Instead of having actual expression, they're replaced by a pulsating void of teal psionic power. Exercising her will, Cinavi controls the spacecraft, ripping and tearing at its metal frame and opening its superbly locked hatch. Smoke rises from the craft as Cinavi lowers herself to the ground. "Now it's my turn to be impressed." The Scribe and Cinavi move to the craft's opened hatch, a cylindrical tunnel which descends into the spaceship's depths. The Scribe floats above it. "I think I'll go first this time." He drops into the tunnel, and Cinavi follows suit. The two make their way beneath Gravity Falls, ignoring the perpetual armageddon raging around them.
Eventually, the narrow tunnel Cinavi and the Scribe travel down into spills out into a massive chamber full of artificial arches and broken technology. Even with the red light spilling from the skies above, the metal and astronomical patterns etched into the craft's surface gleam with fluid and unearthly light, even with no other discernible light source that could be making it. Nature has taken its steps to polluting the ship's beauty, however. The place is overgrown with roots, moss, and grass thanks to the ship being buried inside of the ground for many, many millennia.
Looking around, the Scribe draws what he sees in his Journal. "The only question I have now is how something like this ended up here. From what I can tell, this dimension is already a hub of weirdness, but a massive spaceship like this doesn't just materialize into the ground." His voice echoes across the room's vast ceilings. Cinavi traces her hand along one of the ship's arches, examining her reflection. "It probably crash-landed here and was slowly buried by the passage of time. That's how these things usually work out." The Scribe writes down some of the symbols he sees, matching them ominously with symbols he's already transcribed in his book. "That would explain the conveniently shaped hole in those cliffs. But I won't concern myself much with the sudden appearance of this thing, either." "Yes. I wouldn't."
The Scribe and Cinavi walk to the edge of the chamber. It abruptly stops and spirals downwards, columns of metal trailing into the darkness below. "If the drones can be found anywhere, they'll be found down here. Hopefully we won't have to walk very far." "We won't have to walk. We'll have to jump." The Scribe chuckles as he faces Cinavi and falls off of the edge of the chamber, sailing into the darkness below. Cinavi follows suit, leaping towards one of the metal columns and magnetically locking herself onto it. She slides down it until she appears in the chamber below. When she lands, she sees the Scribe standing perfectly fine. "Shadow-travel's a peculiar thing. You should give it a try some time."
The two of them walk across the spacecraft's depths, which seem respectably more alien than the chamber they just walked through. The lower levels of the ship appear to be less touched by nature's reach, and look more pristine. They still show definite signs of wear and tear, but they aren't completely overgrown. The Scribe cringes as he passes by a smashed glass circle and the skeleton of an alien in a chair. He stops walking and looks at the skeleton, drawing a copy of it on a page titled "The Extraterrestrial". "Looks like the crew of the ship died with it, huh? ...Let's keep walking."
Eventually, Cinavi and the Scribe reach what appears to be a storage chamber with a large amount of drawers and loose plates. One of the Scribe's watches begins to beep erratically. "This is the place. The drones are right around us. How exactly should I go about bringing them into the open?" Cinavi turns to the Scribe. "Just make a loud noise." "Something that'll get their attention... Alright." The Scribe takes what looks like a golden microphone and adjusts it, throwing it down the chamber. "You may want to cover your ea--" Before the Scribe can finish his sentence, the pulsating beat from Darude - Sandstorm begins to project itself from the mic, bouncing across all corners of the ship and making its foundations tremble. The Scribe quickly puts on a pair of combat-grade earmuffs, and Cinavi does the same. The noises from the mic are still very clearly audible, however, their waves pushing the two across the room.
"DO YOU THINK THIS WILL WORK?" The Scribe screams over the din. Cinavi, somehow able to hear him, screams in a similar way. "YES, THAT WORKS!" After several deafening seconds, two spherical shapes float out of the darkness, attracted by the screeching sounds of the microphone. In a single movement, red lasers shoot from both of them, vaporizing the mic. The sandstorm subsides, Cinavi and the Scribe breathing deep sighs of relief. This turns out to be an extremely bad move, as the noise suddenly focuses the drones on them.
Cinavi and the Scribe tense up, examining the drones. They're perfectly spherical with red triangular insignias on their surfaces and various machinery scattered throughout. Their surface appears to be metallic liquid, with a grey metal plate on the top keeping their shapes together. Cinavi and the Scribe stay perfectly still, barely breathing. "...What do we do now?" Cinavi pauses before answering, seemingly readying her Sylladex. "Let's just watch." "Alright..." The two drones emit flat waves of red light from their triangles that move from the heads of Cinavi and the Scribe, working their way downwards. The drones appear to be scanning them.
"They're scanning us. But what are they expecting to find?" "I don't know." Another pause. "Keep still?" The scanning is roughly halfway done, and the Scribe nods slightly. "Keep still. And keep your mind clear." Cinavi stares ahead. "Easy." After several more seconds, the red waves of light retract, the scanning process complete. Electricity envelops the drones and they fall to the ground, smoke curling from them. Cinavi and the Scribe relax themselves, breathing heavily. "Looks like they disassembled themselves... That was close." Cinavi moves to the drones. "Let's take these. Right now. We can reprogram them later." The Scribe nods, picking up one despite its large size and indeterminate weight and shoving it inside his coat, despite it being much too large to fit inside. Cinavi grabs one and it disappears, being stored inside of her Sylladex.
The Scribe cracks his knuckles. "I think that went quite well. What about you?" "That was surprisingly easy." The Scribe turns to leave. "Alright, now we should just WHAT" Cinavi turns to look as well, and both of their eyes widen. Blocking their path is a swarm of at least a dozen floating eyeballs with bat wings attached to them. The eyes are staring into their souls. There is no escape.
Turning to look at Cinavi, the Scribe adopts a confused expression. "What are these things?" Cinavi stares at the eyes, completely deadpan. "Well, they appear to be a swarm of massive winged eyeballs which likely want to kill us." The Scribe sighs. "Really? I hadn't noti--they're firing at us!" Red columns of light materialize from the eyeballs' pupils. The Scribe prepares to dodge but Cinavi waves her hand, immediately creating a reflective shield that sets itself in between her and the eyeballs.
"Yeah, we aren't hiding. Just stand here and wait, would you?" The Scribe, with a hint of confusion, nods. "Alright." Cinavi focuses her gaze on the barrier. Both Cinavi and the Scribe can clearly see through it, looking at the flying eyeballs on the other side. "They're eyeballs, so I'd think they won't be able to attack us if they can only see themselves." The Scribe nods. "The other side of this barrier is opaque, correct?" Cinavi rolls her eyes. "What do you think."
On the other side of the barrier, the flying eyeballs are unable to see anything of the two figures that they just caught in the depths of Gravity Falls' own spaceship. Instead, they are presented with exact mirror images of themselves. The flying eyeballs proceed to take their time making sure they look nice for the big party the Pyramidion's going to throw at -3:00 to celebrate his takeover of Gravity Falls. Then they start complimenting each other like oh my gosh, did you do something with your hair? it looks amazing. wow, those eyelashes are looking really great, eyeball #61845712! you're just looking fabulousssss wow. After they've spent a solid ten minutes beautifying themselves, the eyeballs fly through the spaceship the way they came.
Cinavi and the Scribe breathe another sigh of relief. "That was close. Wait... What's that in your hand?" Cinavi slips a glass vial into her Sylladex. "Cell samples. I can't help myself." The Scribe shrugs and stares into the distance. "I saw some of those outside... I guess they sensed us and followed us all the way over here?" Cinavi nods. "That's determination. It's respectable." The Scribe nervously laughs. "Uh, yeah. Anyway. I believe it's time for us to ascend out of here. Should we explode our way out or just backtrack the boring way?" Cinavi starts to walk through the hallway. "We'd draw too much attention with the former. Let's just escape discreetly."
The Scribe and Cinavi fly back through the spaceship with little fanfare, passing through the same endless catacombs gleaming with alien technologies. Eventually, they hit daylight, and they float back to the hill where they started their adventure on. The Scribe looks back towards Gravity Falls, seeing it even more corrupted than ever. The skies have been washed in a multitude of colors, and the Crossover still gleams like a burning reminder of the chaos around them. "You know, I've got to say. What with the apparent 'weirdmageddon' raging around here and all, I just want to say that I sincerely hope we never have to come back here again." Pause. "Let's take a selfie to commemorate the fact that we walked into the apocalypse and lived." "Haha. Sure."
Taking out what looks like a cubic smartphone, both the Scribe and Cinavi pose like a team because the sky is falling. They share a few laughs as they contemplate the absurdity of the situation and then calm down. "We should probably burn this phone now." Fire flickers in Cinavi's hand. "I'll burn it and drop its ashes into the Abyss." The Scribe laughs, backing away from Cinavi. "Haha, uh, don't actually do that. I've had bad experiences with fire." Cinavi and the Scribe hear a loud crack, and they turn around. The portal back to Minecraft appears to be fizzling behind them.
The Scribe turns back to the town. "You should go. I'll... catch up with you." Cinavi laughs, not moving. "Good one. You just said you were never coming back. Those don't sound like the words of someone eager to leave." The Scribe doesn't respond for quite a bit. "You're right, I suppose. Everything about this place, in its current state, is wrong. But I feel like if I leave now, I'll be missing out on something." The Scribe motions to the portal. "Just go ahead. I'll be right there with you." Cinavi remains still as a statue. "Nope. I am going to stand here and watch you, whether this portal closes or not. You aren't all that trustworthy, you know." Cinavi thinks for a moment. "But then again, neither am I."
Scowling, the Scribe advances towards Cinavi. "Listen, Cinavi. I don't know exactly what I did to get you so annoyed at me, alright? So what if I used a few paradoxes to summon the Relative? They all worked out in the end!" Cinavi floats above the Scribe, staring down at him with a cold gaze. "...I know more." The Scribe's face turns as pale as a ghost. "You know, Grayhold Citadel is known for being an analogy to The Eye." Barely moving, the Scribe's true expression conceals itself behind his goggles. "What do you know."
Cinavi floats back down to the Scribe, faint energy trailing from her eyes. "I know what I know. It isn't as if I particularly care anymore, though. We have already settled this." The Scribe's eyebrows knit together as he walks around Cinavi. "So that's what the duel was about, then. You weren't just upset at my paradoxical techniques. If you saw what I think you saw, you'd have a greater reason to be upset at me. You'd have an arguably justifiable reason to be upset at me." Cinavi smirks. "The best thing is probably that I learned a bit from watching that exchange unfold. Haha."
The Scribe's expression contorts into that of rage, but after a second or two, it calms back down. Then he starts to softly chuckle. "You know, it's funny. I brought you here for one reason. I wanted to see if we could change into close friends. But I don't think that's going to work at this point." The Scribe turns away from Cinavi. "You claim that we've settled our disputes, yet I don't think this can be solved through a mere duel or aimless chit-chat. I think I need a permanent solution. And lucky for me, I've learned more than a bit from you." The Scribe starts to take out a metal tube glowing with indigo energy, but Cinavi quickly raises her hand. "Nope. We are not doing that." The cylinder flies out of the Scribe's hands and immediately explodes out of sheer psionic strain. The Scribe yells and floats away as Indigo Flame bombards the hilltop, searing it with mental might. Cinavi and the Scribe stand on opposite sides of the flame, staring each other down.
"Now how about we go." The Scribe coldly responds, flying towards the exit portal. "...We're done here." Cinavi and the Scribe float through the portal just before it destabilizes away into a wisp of energy. The raging fire makes them oblivious to the small voice from the bottom of the hill. It almost sounds like it's calling for someone. Several seconds after the departure of the Scribe and Cinavi's departure, a near-teenager walks to the top of the burning hill. "Great Uncle Ford? Great Uncle Ford?? ...Ugh, it's no use. I thought I saw him, but I guess he's still a statue. He didn't escape." The kid sighs, adjusting his pine tree-emblazoned hat and walking back down the hill. "I figured if anything could help stop all this, it would be what was inside that flying saucer... But I doubt anything can save us now. It's hopeless."
Dipper Pines walks back towards his former home, lamenting his final summer.
At the center of what was once Gravity Falls, the nightmares of the apocalypse have gathered in a gigantic black pyramid known as the Fearamid. Its interior is lit up in dazzling colors that reflect across its black ground, with interdimensional rave music blasting in the background as everyone dances existence away. A green hunchbacked creature with 8-balls for eyes walks up to the Fearamid's black throne, delivering a message. "Uh, boss? I was told to tell you about something the Eye-Bats found at the edge of town."
A voice echoes from the throne, causing gold waves to travel across the Fearamid's colored lines. GO AHEAD, 8-BALL. TELL ME YOUR WORST. 8-Ball's eyes roll through his head, and he coughs before speaking again. "Well, they were investigating the Alcorian ship beneath the town and they found... these guys." A laugh that sounds like a broken Shepard Tone echoes across the chamber. WOW! THAT'S PRETTY SPECIFIC, HUH? PULL UP A HOLOGRAM SO I CAN HAVE A LOOK. 8-Ball nods and taps a nearby obelisk. It projects holographic images of the Scribe and Cinavi in front of the throne.
"They weren't captured, so I guess they were able to go unnoticed?" The figure at the Fearamid's throne goes still. NO WAY. THEY DIDN'T... HA! I DIDN'T THINK THIS APOCALYPSE COULD GET ANY BETTER! 8-BALL, SEND THE EYE-BATS OVER HERE! I NEED TO HAVE A CHAT WITH THEM. 8-Ball flinches. "Uh, the last time you said you wanted to have a chat with someone, uh...that was when you ate Flowey." HE WAS DELICIOUS AND YOU KNOW IT! BESIDES, HE'S IN A BETTER PLACE NOW. HE'S BACK TO WHEREVER DIMENSION HE CAME FROM. NOW GET ME THOSE EYE-BATS!
The booming voice from the throne sends 8-Ball skyward, and he runs off. After a few seconds, a swarm of beautiful Eye-Bats fills the chamber. The figure on the throne floats to meet up with them. WELL, YOU'RE LOOKING NICE TODAY! I KNOW YOU CAN'T EXACTLY TALK TO ME, SO JUST HEAR ME OUT. YOU GUYS DID GREAT TODAY, EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T CAPTURE THOSE TWO PEOPLE IN THE ALCORIAN VESSEL. I MEAN, THEY'RE OUT OF MY REACH FOR RIGHT NOW ANYWAY! YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING COOL ABOUT THOSE TWO GUYS? YOU DO, RIGHT? The Eye-Bats look at each other with confused expressions. I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES. WELL, THE INTERESTING THING ABOUT THEM WAS THAT THEY'RE... MINECRAFTIAN.
The rave music abruptly stops. Everyone in the party turns to look at the figure on the throne, murmuring to themselves about if it can be true, were Minecraftians really spotted here, no way, that can't be happening, Minecraftia's so far away from here. Easing the crowd down, the figure on the throne floats beyond the crowd of Eye-Bats. GUYS, GUYS, QUIET! I WAS GOING TO KEEP THIS SIMPLE, BUT THERE'S NO POINT IN HIDING THIS SECRET. YOU SEE THESE TWO? The figure shows everyone the holograms of Cinavi and the Scribe. THEY WERE JUST FOUND IN THE SPACESHIP OUTSIDE OF TOWN. THEIR CUBIC STRUCTURE SHOWS THAT THEY'RE DEFINITELY FROM MINECRAFTIA. WHY ARE THEY HERE? I DON'T KNOW! PROBABLY TO GET WHATEVER TECH THEY COULD FIND FROM THAT OLD SHIP! AND WHEREVER THEY ARE NOW, THEY'RE NOT HERE. THE EYE-BATS DIDN'T MANAGE TO CAPTURE THEM, BUT THAT'S JUST FINE! BECAUSE NOW WE KNOW SOMETHING IMPORTANT...
Bill Cipher adjusts his hat. AFTER OUR WEIRDMAGEDDON OVER HERE IS DONE WITH, I KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOING NEXT. The crowd gives a loud cheer, and the music and lights turn back on. Satisfied with his work, Bill goes back to reclining on his throne.
The Scribe and Cinavi materialize back in the underground laboratory. The portal behind them fizzles weakly as they exit, its light nowhere near as strong as before, but still visible. True to the Scribe's word, it will no doubt act as an anchor of sorts between Minecraftia and Dimension 46'\. Wordlessly, the two of them head out of the lab and through the ruins of the Relative's entrance onto the server, flying to the Battlefield. Then, they move their hands in a single strike, deploying the two alien drones from their inventories.
The drones fall from the sky and roll along the ground. When they come to a stop, they float back up, their systems turning back on after having recalibrated themselves during the time spent in the Scribe and Cinavi's inventories. They've been reprogrammed to fight against UserZero, but that's the only exception that's been made. Now, the fight has received some highly advanced firepower.
The future is now.
[AZ] Alien Drones: 115,000/115,000 x2 HP. Airborne. Detection: II Supermagnet: III Delta Sequence: III Anomaly: IIII Incarceration IIIII ========== 100% ========== 100%
Welcome to the future! Taken from the wreckage of a billion-year-old ship, these spherical drones are used as security. Their attack patterns are pretty peculiar though, making them stand out from most other entities. In addition, they run on magnetic charge, which builds up passively with each turn. They can then expend this magnetic charge on high-power special attacks! Two will be summoned at once, each with the stats shown above. One was summoned from my charge, and the other was summoned from Erelye's. Let's take a look at what they can do on the field.
PASSIVES:
Security: The drones are unable to attack anything that has not yet already taken damage, due to the fact that they detect threats based on adrenaline levels, heartbeat, and other signs of the fight-or-flight response. If any entity attacked by the drones possesses the Fear or Petrification debuff whilst it is being assaulted, the attack deals five times the damage.
High-Threat Target: The drones will deal more damage when a targeted entity has lower health. If an entity has 75% HP, the drones deal 15% more damage to it. If they have 50% HP, they deal 30% more damage. If the entity has 35% HP (or less), the drones deal 40% more damage.
Duality: The drones are designed to work together to defeat threats. When one of the drones is destroyed, the other deals 50% less damage.
Magnetic Charge: The drones require charge to function and operate their cameras outside of their natural home. Each drone builds up 20% magnetic charge per turn.
SPECIAL ATTACKS:
Detection: The drones deal approximately 1,000 damage to as many undamaged entities on the specified side as possible, making them targetable. Requires 35% magnetic charge. Takes 2 turns to charge.
Supermagnet: The drones reveal their magnetic superlasers, and fire them at an entity. Deals major damage, and inflicts the Burned debuff on them for two turns. Requires 60% charge. Takes 3 turns to charge.
Delta Sequence: The drones act in unison, firing a large amount of extraterrestrial adhesive at a target. The being targeted is afflicted with the Sealed debuff for three turns. The Sealed debuff targets the ability to attack (the entity in question has decreased damage output for the duration of the effect) and speed (the entity attacks last in the EoTB for ONE TURN). Requires 65% magnetic charge. Takes 3 turns to charge.
Anomaly: The drones pick a legal target. Roll a D7. Requires 70% magnetic charge. Takes 4 turns to charge.
(1) Deals 6,000 damage, BUT the target is able to attack twice in the next EoTB.
(2) Deals 8,000 damage, BUT the target is granted a Strength buff for three turns.
(3) Deals 9,000 damage, BUT the target is granted a minor Strength buff for two turns.
(4) Deals 12,000 damage.
(5) Deals 15,000 damage, and inflicts the target with the Fear debuff for two turns.
(6) Deals 20,000 damage, and inflicts the target with one level of Petrification.
(7) Deals 25,000 damage, and inflicts the target with two levels of Petrification.
Incarceration: One of the drones absorbs the targeted entity, trapping it in its security bubble. The entity is rendered unable to act for two turns. Drone has a 5% chance to fly off somewhere in space instead of staying still, instantly killing the entity trapped. One drone cannot act the turn after Incarceration is used. Requires 120% magnetic charge, meaning that the drones do not receive any the turn after. Takes 5 turns to charge.
(Note: Erelye's going to be doing most of the actual entity functions himself.)
Alchemies
Lifecannon > Fine = Keep On Keeping On (4/5)
SCP-2223-A Figurine && Tallow Golem = Magical Anime Girl Golem (10/10)
Charges
Project M06-Internationalization (50/50) (+2 from Topazian, +1 from Fseftr)
Project M07-The Phonetician (17/50) (+1 from Fseftr)
+2 to Fseftr
I implement a leveling system for myself. EXP is equal to total damage dealt.
EXP to next level = 250(⌊0.6L3⌋ + 100L2) where L is the current level.
I start off at level 1.
On levels such that L = 8n + 5 where n is a whole number / non-negative integer (5, 13, 21, ...) I gain 1 max health.
On levels such that L = 5n + 3 where n is a whole number / non-negative integer (3, 8, 13, ...) I gain a +3.5% attack modifier.
On levels such that L = 7n + 9 where n is a whole number / non-negative integer (9, 16, 23, ...) I gain 1 armor (permanent).
I have the output from a C program that creates a table for this leveling system here: Link
Action
I avoid placing the Magical Anime Girl Golem down yet, to avoid activating it.
I open the Codex U8 to a page labeled Special Spellcasting: .
Special Spellcasting:
Ever since Wingdings were added to the Unicode Standard in version 7.0, Unicode wizards have been using spells under the domain of . This allows for more versatile spellcasting less constrained by the limitations of the Unicodium language. However, since each word has to be spelled out letter by letter, the spells take substantially longer to cast.
My Action: I fabricate a bunch of Tanks to add to the GS army.
Tanks [GS]: 1000/1000 HP x10 (advanced armor reduces damage to all tanks after the first one destroyed in an attack by 50%)
EXOS Action: Alright, I don't like this Herobrine fellow. Seriously, wasn't he removed like a dozen times by Mojang? Oh wait, this is probably before that happened. I open up by telling Notch that this fellow called Herobrine is running around in his game and scaring people away from this game, so that he can perform all the patches to Remove Herobrine (too bad this wont happen until after the game). I then deploy a cluster of Scout Drones to keep Herobrine busy for a short period of a few seconds. After he destroys them all, he notices an odd shadow above him. Suddenly, the ground beneath him disappears, and he falls downwards for what appears to be a short distance. Unfortunately, the ground beneath him disappears before he can touch it, and keeps disappearing under his feet as he is suddenly plunged into darkness. If he attempts to fly/doublejump/whatever upwards to stop falling, he hits a big cube, and due to strange falling physics he takes a big hit from the object as if it fell on him (the physics don't count the relative velocity, they just apply damage when the hitbox of Herobrine and the hitbox of the falling object contact each other), is slammed into the ground by downward knockback, bounces off from the ground into the falling cube, and gets caught in this combo attack until the end of the attack. The attack ends at bedrock level, and from my predictions can end in one of 2 ways: either the bedrock below him vanishes, sending him into the Void, or he is slammed into bedrock and then crushed by the cube. Either way, the cube then transforms into bedrock, either trapping Herobrine in the Void below the world (you'll really love it Herobrine, it has a bunch of nasties that will destroy you), or suffocating him as he is crushed between the ground's bedrock and the cube that has turned into bedrock.
What exactly was the cube, you ask? It was actually one of my special weapons drones, designed to bring special weapons to bear on godmodder-type targets. This particular drone type, my Cube Drone is, at least on the surface, a 3m x 3m x 3m cube that can be disguised as nearly any type of block for sneak attacks (in this case, it was disguised as obsidian). In this case, it mounted a Tera-Barrier Projector, a derivative of the Weath Ray with the main difference of applying to a fixed area relative to the emitter instead of acting like a beam. The Projector fired in a 3m x 3m square 5 blocks downward from the Cube Drone's location to anhillate the floor underneath Herobrine via teraporting the atoms of its substance all over the place (note that due to some unknown reason Weath Rays and their derivatives have so far been unable to directly damage godmodders and godmodder-like entities, so the Tera-Barrier cannot actually damage Herobrine). However, the other unique thing about this Cube Drone is the highly unusual Bedrock Medusa drive. This drive is capable of generating large amounts of power in a small package the size of a single block, but with a dangerous side effect: if the drive is damaged or destroyed or even shut off improperly, it causes a chain reaction that would quickly turn the entire world into bedrock if not stopped. Luckily, I also integrated a containment field that limits the effect to the space occupied by the Cube Drone, which turns an extremely dangerous and destructive power source into a special option that can be used to turn the Cube Drone into solid bedrock to create a nigh-indestructible barrier, with the side effect of causing Herobrine to be petrified and turned into bedrock if he destroys the drone (as that would involve destroying or at least damaging the reactor). Don't ask where I built it, why would I tell you guys where I put my drone factory?
SCP Foundation Action: The Foundation attempts to run an experiment on the server (designated SCP-DTG) using some D-Class guys. They provide four D-Class (hereby referred to as the "Experimental Group") with computers, and have them connect to the server and enter it so they can run the experiments.
Experiment 1: Experimental Group is given instruction to attempt to log off of the server.
Result: all Experimental Group testers find the "disconnect" button greyed out, and are unable to use it.
Experiment 2: Experimental Group is given instructions to power off their computers
Result: 3 out of 4 members of the Experimental Group refuse to follow instructions. D-████ attempts to shut off his computer, but finds himself compelled to continue playing.
Note: SCP-DTG appears to be able to induce compulsive effects if necessary to prevent users from leaving the server or doing something else. Further research requested on this.
Experiment 3: Agent ███ is given instruction to disable the power supply leading to the computers used by Experimental Group. He is not informed about Experimental Group in any way.
Result: {GATHERING_DATA} (Tazz, this is where you state the results of the experiment)
Entity Orders: The Golem (or whatever other Terraria entity I control) is given orders to team up with another GS entity (possibly drafting an entity that otherwise has no orders, if no GS entities attack Phantom Walker he teams up with any other entities attack Phantom Walker) to get a combo attack to get past Phantom Walker's armor by combining the damage of multiple entities.
Noose --0 Dark Magic Tome = Tome Of Self-Sacrifice 6/11
Crow && Crowbar = Sentient Flying Crowbar 1/?
I throw a snowball enchanted with disjunction (An enchantment in a minecraft mod that prevents enderman from teleporting) at the Chau Spellslinger. While it can not escape, I stab it multiple times with my Sharp Flailbldae.
Herobrine Attack: I extend the chain of my flailbldae and fling it at the wall behind herobrine. It is rooted in a tree behind him. i then proceed to yank on it really hard, sending it flying back into him.
(I know it is dumb but I could not think of a good attack against Brine.)
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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The Pit: 17/20
Fort Rebuilding: 17/20
Holy Flame || Peacetime = Fear No Anvil (Level 10: 7/11)
+2 to nulitor
I take out a baseball bat and hit the holy flame towards lord Jaraxxus. The baseball bat is from Super Smash bros, so it makes an awesome clinking sound.
Alchemies:
Spoiler (click to hide)
The Forge Stoker: Level 4
Holy Flame: Level 3
Peacetime: Level 3: A staff that gives off a calming vibe. It's powers grow with the level of peace around you, so as it stands its very weak. When it is strong, however, it can do great things.
Iron Forge Hammer: Level 2
Coldheart Hard Drive: Level 1: It's a hard drive that keeps itself very cool
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This space time continuum nonsense is somehow self-persisting. This nightmare of a thing might crash the game if someone fell into it. however, someone did. The person who fell in was babysphee, this crashed his game, killing him and memia instantly. Tragic I know, this meme magic has gone too far, it has corrupted everything near it.
I'd advise you to stay away...
Something is stirring within the meme vortex: 1/40
I declare my allegiance to the Anti-UserZero Faction.
Then, using the power of similes, I break UserZero like a stick, that upon being broken, explodes with the force of a googoolplex Tsar Bombs, which then proceeds to be eaten by an angry beaver, and following that has his mass scattered across all points of space and time to achieve maximum entropy.
I then start summoning a terrible horror from the deptzs of the internet:
I focus hard, and I tediously, painstakingly summon all the meme energy from the month+ I was gone... I absorb it all into my system, and fire it all in one blast at Eredar Lord Jaraxxus!!!
The Nearly Incomplete Certainly Extremely Memey with Extra Meme Explosives (Or NICEMEME, for short) 9/20
All the Snakes. All of them. 6/50
Modpack Arm && Gun = Modpack Meme Cannon 3/4
DONE Holy meme spirit && Gun = Meme Gun 2/2
I tell Mojang that they want to remove Herobrine from the Server, and let me do this.
I put Herobrine into the History of Minecraft then i tell him in Notch's voice where he wants to go and i said the Ordinary House and when Herobrine enters the house, he complains "WHY THERE IS TNT HERE?" and i quickly write HAHAHA on the wall and the TNT is Anti-Herobrine TNT and BOOM! creates a powerful explosion which is colored Maroon and sent Herobrine up to the skies and he hits the Skybox and he fell down to the pit where filled with Creepers trained by Players to blow up on Herobrine on his face, then i pull him off from the Pit. I blast him with Minecraft style Rocket Launcher then i put him in InfinityCraft and a Magenta fighter says "Welcome my child, and Why is Herobrine here?" while i was slapped by a Nuclear Quest Giving Taco that he wants Herobrine to be taken away and i said "Yes" then a NQGT takes him away for the most Ridiculous Quest ever seen in my life. Suddenly there is a Nuclear Ice Cream Taco (which is a NQGT) and it tries to take Herobrine away from the NQGT and however it holds on for minutes and until I stop them from doing this to him and i Put him into the Meat Grinder 1337 which can grind his bones all the way down and it makes into Maroon Bacon strips, Dark Meat, Eyes of Herobrine etc. however it turns back into Herobrine and says "HAHAHA Y()U CANN()T DESTR()Y ME, I AM INVINCIBLE" I said "No you are not" I pull out the 100 post Cannon (That the First Guardian TT2000 created) to blast him with the Anti Godmodding powers, and someone is Furious at me for using a 100 Post Cannon that used for damaging the Godmodder, and i warp out seeing Herobrine is badly damaged on the floor.
An powerful Halloween themed summon 45/50
Sp00py Armor 22/25
Heal Blaster && Bayo-Laser Rifle && Plasma Katana && Blue Gem = Best of Times, Worst of Times 4/11
+1 Pit, +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. (Using for a Upgrade)
Plasma Katana [Power Rank II] Deals extra damage to the Enemy when used. (Using for a Upgrade)
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I examine the Slightly Less Depowered Cipher's Call.
Then, I decide to become the server's most successful corn farmer. I shall have no less. As such, I wander off into the wilderness, traveling thousands of leagues into the embittered unknown to seek a much-desired repository of fertility and creation in this ceaseless hurricane of war and infighting.
I immediately march through the forests and thick underbrush, arriving upon a flat plain in a reasonably economical time. I begin to punch at trees, once more starting from the ground up. With little effort, I construct a crafting table, which I place near a pond in the forest next to the plain. I begin to excavate a number of iron ores from the ground, and promptly smelt them, forging both an iron axe, a bucket, and an iron hoe. What a strange collection of utility items.
I fill the bucket with water, and immediately get to work, constructing a flat field miles long, and creating adequate water sources for each. Now, the true thesicle. I proceed to build an alchemical calcinator, and destroy multiple diamonds, before crafting a Minium Stone. I transmute seventeen beets into corn, and begin to plant, before attaching a powered Lamp of Growth to the bottom of the central tower. I sit on the windowsill, waiting for everything to grow.
Multiple days later, the corn field has been filled entirely, and expanded several times. I have been working on these fields alone for the past 57 hours, and nobody has been able to stop me. The tower basement has been filled with dried corn kernels entirely.
DAY: 957, PRESENT TIME.
957 Minecraftian days later, I am still working on the corn fields. At this point, their size has eclipsed everything save the Battlefield itself, and my corn supply is unparalleled. I have constructed a number of mountainside fortress-vaults in order to store the sheer amount of dried corn kernels in my possession.
DAY: 1256, PRESENT TIME.
The day 1256 post-field officially marks the colonization of the planet of Maizes Greater for the great Interstellar Corn Field Empire.
DAY: 6781, POST-EXTRAPOLATION.
Approximately 6781 Minecraftian solar-days after the colonization of Maizes Greater, the ICFE have proceeded to colonize every planet within the universe cluster 231-(953)-trifecta with excessive corn fields and farmers. The stockpile is nearing galaxy-quality in mass and quantity.
DAY: 99851, POST-EXTRAPOLATION.
The corn farmer scientists of the planet Alpha Frumentum-46 in sector 39-A8 have discovered the ultimate solution to the growing dried corn kernel storage space crisis. The Kernel Mountain.
DAY: 7893143, POST-EXTRAPOLATION.
After exactly 4623729 Alpha Frumentum lunar-hours, seventeen minutes, and nine nanoseconds, the plan has been fully devised. They will send the eldest corn stockpiles backwards in time, to be collected later by ICFE temporal agents.
DAY: 246847632846, POST-EXTRAPOLATION.
The work has finally come to fruition. On this day, exactly 246847634102 Minecraftian solar-days after the foundation of the first corn field intended for ICFE purposes, the task at hand shall be complete. Project to be utilized next solar day.
DAY: 246847632847, POST-EXTRAPOLATION.
Success achieved. Exactly 3943961846318463210 planetary tons of dried corn kernels have been sent back in time, to the intended place.
Back to the present.
I watch in mild amusement as around 3943961846318463210 tons of corn kernels appear atop Mt. Ebbot, immediately crushing it. Yes, I recognize that Mount Ebbot is indeed a mountain. Hah.
Discord 50/50! (+12 from Twin) ////////////////////////////////////////////////////. (Check Twin's last post for results, when finished.)
Imperator 2/50 ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
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Post II
Deep inside a forgotten pocket dimension, a wisp of orange energy appears, blazing with the glory of vast, immortal suns as it descends onto a nearby sarcophagus, and begins to melt through the chains covering it. Golden chain after golden chain gets promptly turned into a more liquid state of being, unleashing the horror within the sarcophagus.
Another glowing ball of light descends through the crimson skies, crashing into the ground with the force of a small nuclear explosion. When the mushroom cloud clears, Y, the Lesser Dog NE0, who is currently being Petted by Y, and many others can gaze upon an entity resembling a small sun, if suns were elongated, tapeworm-like creatures with tentacle-adorned faces seemingly created by an unknown creator for the purpose of bedazzling SCP researchers and being ridden by ancient cultists. This instance in particular has curled itself in a spiraling, helix-like pattern around Herobrine, and is currently being used for the latter of the 2 purposes I mentioned. The Solar Cultist takes out a weapon resembling an odd combination of a sword, a whip, and a spear, and uses it to ensnare Herobrine before ascending into the skies on his cestodian mount, dragging the humanoid abomination with him like a flail. The tapeworm soars through the interplanetary space, arriving at a familiar object. The cultist speaks, hir voice reminding potential listeners of the malevolent crackling of a oversized bonfire:
Solarus: BEHOLD
Solarus: THE SUN
The solar cultist leaves the Solar Parasite grazing at a nearby solar protuberance, descending further into the core of the sun, and taking Herobrine with him. As the cultist arrives at the very nucleus of the sun, he takes out a long spear, its tip breaking into two and forming a claw-like tool. The cultist speaks yet once again, his infernal face now nigh-indisguishsble from the surrounding chaos of nuclear fusion:
Solarus: I NEED SOMETHING FROM YOU
He then extends the claw-tippes spear towards Herobrine, drawing out a small, black-red-purple shard of his very being, which rapidly stabilizes between the two tips of the spear. Then, suddenly, the cultist is gone, as is the double-tipped spear, the sword-whip-spear and the shard of Herobrine's essence. The Solar Parasite, however, is not gone. Having eaten the solar protuberance, it shakes of its infernal saddle, heads back to earth, and licks the Abnormally Large Voidtouched Chicken with its superheated tentacles before rapidly leaving the solar system.
The Mindkiller 9/10
Pitch Black 4/10
Vortex Monolith 9/15
SCP-882 6/20
liberty Launcher && The Direct Hit && A Deep Commitment To Purple =The Saint's Row 8/8 *Finished*
Item get!
Star Cannon && Minishark = Minishark Cannon (Level 7: 7/8)
I notice that Fseftr is not in the best of conditions, and UserZero rampaging all over the battlefield. In an effort to distract her, i fire a massive missile volley using the Saints Row at Fesftr while 19th Century Armstrong Guns fire cannonballs full of explosives in his general direction. Then, dozens of Boeing Superfortress come out of the Spellbook and drop tons28
of exploding, magical, Life Drain bombs while i walk up and stab him with the Gemblade, causing him to fall backward into the Pit O d00m (Not to be confuddled with the Pit Of Doom)
28/50 Upgrade system (irecreeper)
13/50 Deactivated...
||random storypost of uselessness. R e a d A t Y O U R O w n P e r i l!
2255
Alternate timeline 20135
Earth
Scans of the planet indicate an odd̵ ́pu͘r͞ple ͘matter ͘h̡a͞s̕ c̸or͟ro̢ded or̢ re̸plac̕ed 40% of the planet.
Datalogs and security footage show a massive room T̀h̵͢ę ̵şe̕c͏ų͞r̴í̶͞ty̛ ́f͘e͞e̴d̨̕ ̵̢i͏̵͢s̴̕ gl͢i̧͡t͘c̕͟h͘e̸̵̡d̨,͡ ͝ẁ҉̨i̷̵͠t̨́͞h ͏s͏̵ţ̴̕at҉̷i̶c̀ ̵̧o͜f̢t̢ȩn͟ ̴i͏n̵t̵͘e̸͠rr̶҉u̸p͠t̢́i̷̵͘ng̶ ͟͏t̸͝h̨è ̢̕f͏e̶͢e̷͠d͢͢ ̨͝ąn͟͞d̴̨͠ se̶̡̡v̶e̷͟ŕ͘̕al̴ ͟͜"͠͠c̸̸̷onn͢ec̡t̸͜ió̢ņ̀ ̧̧l͟o̴̧͢s͏t̕s̛̕"
͠ơc̴c͜u͠r҉ri͘n̶̛͟g͘.a͜͠ ̛͝m̛͘͢a҉̢̛s̀͟͜͢s͜͟͢͠i̵̛͝v̴̴͞͞e͟ d̷̀̀͘i҉̕ḿ͘͟͢ę̷̴̵̡n҉̵̢̧͞ş͘͡͏i̢͏o͜͟͠n̶̢͘͠a̢͞l̴̢ p̶̕͜ơ̴r̴̸̡͘t҉̵a͢͡l̷ ̀͏̴̕s̡̛t̨̛a͟͟҉͠n̕͜͝d͘͝͠s̴̛̛ ͢͡i̕͠ņ̨͜ t͝͏̷h҉̴é̕҉ ͞c͏̡͘͢e̸̡͘͟҉n̨͘t͢͞e̛͠҉ŕ͏͘҉ ̴̛͝͞o̷̷͏̡f̷͜͡ ̧́t͘͞͏͞͏h̛̕e̶͘ r͏ǫ̴̴́͝ò̴͡͞m̧̕͞.͏͞͞ ̴̧̕͜A̷̧ ̴̢̛͢͝ś͟͜t̡̢̀͜r̨a̵̸̢͘n̡̧͜͝g͠e̸̢͝͠,̨͢͝͝ p̷͝u̵̶̡̕r̀́͠͠p̶̸͠l̷̢͘͟͠e̴̛͞,҉͝ ̧́͠s̸̵̀͠w҉̵̀͜i̸̴̢͢͜r̶͟l̸̛͘͢͡ ҉͏͏̸͏i̴̕͡҉ǹ́ ͜҉҉҉̀t̀͠h̴͞e̵̕͘͠ ̀c͏͏̧́ę͡͏ņ́t̸̨̢͝é̷̀͡ŗ̨̀̕̕͡o̵̶̶f̴͠͏̵ ̴͘̕t̸̨̧̛͟h̸̵͞e̴̸̢̨͏ ̷̴̛҉p̵͘o̶̧͜r͘-̧́
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Error!
Error!
Erro-
CONNECTION INTERRUPTION DETECTED,
Action?
>reconnect 47a1
>Error: Reconnection failed.
||CONNECTION TO CAM 47: Dimensional Portal and Summoning Room A1 LOST||
2+ to irecreeper
Conclusion: using Zalgo when the text generater messes up the sentence structure sucks.
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!
((Though, I suppose Bomber is still apparently in his Ghast form? I wasn't expecting that, but hey, I won't complain.))
A Tactical Genius: 32/50 ==================================================
IMPERATOR 1/50 ==================================================
+2 to Twin
Still in the form of a terrifying Ghast, Bomber decided, with what control he still had, to focus on attacking Jaraxxus. The return of the eredar lord was troublesome, as he could create another Demon Portal. Unfortunately, Bomber lacked any more planes to crash into the aforementioned portal at the moment, so it would probably be for the better if it were prevented from appearing in the first place.
The runes and glyphs that covered his ghast-form began to glow intensely. These markings were almost like tattoos, permanently engraved in the ghast's skin. Bomber opened his eyes, which were actually yellow-green rather than a Ghast's traditional red. He pivoted around in the air, slowly turning to face Jaraxxus. It was an odd sight, as a ghast tends to float around sporadically while firing and screaming at anything that moved. Bomber's movements were instead deliberate. Calculated.
A shriek suddenly resounded, and a large fireball spewed from Bomber's mouth. Its heat split the air suddenly, a thunderous boom left in its wake. It slammed into Jaraxxus with great force. Upon impact, the fireball exploded into a rain of molten rock. Technicolor flames fell upon Jaraxxus. They seemed to stick to his skin, and no amount of water or fire-retardant would put them out until they were done doing... whatever they were about to do. It probably wouldn't be very pleasant for Jaraxxus.
The technicolor mess of fire that covered Jaraxxus grew in intensity. Colors changed violently, becoming almost seizure-inducing. Jaraxxus' skin began to hiss as it slowly and painfully melted away. Hissing, fizzling and popping, some of his flesh dribbled onto the ground like wax. The agony was all Jaraxxus could think about, doing no more than standing there in shock. The pool of melted flesh on the ground began to form a puddle around him. It was a horrifying sight, to say the least.
Warping flames continued to burn, beginning to change whatever was left of Jaraxxus into different materials. Glass, wood, lead, uranium, string, carbon dioxide, even spiders. Yes, spiders. Jaraxxus began to feel his demonic form destabilize quite a bit under the mutating properties of the warp fire. There is no way he could sustain himself if it continued like this. The changes continued, becoming more violent. Bone, blood, nitroglycerin (which promptly exploded), rust. He began to wither away, losing himself piece by piece.
Eventually, the vivid fires burnt out. Jaraxxus was left in shambles; whatever pain he felt was probably indescribable. The only remainder of what just happened was a trail of smoke that curled into the sky.
Death Pact && Spirit Absorber = Soul Repository (Level 8: 8/9)
Bomber starts another Alchemy. He pulls out a staff made out of only the most expensive crystals. This was known as a Mystic Staff, which for many people would boost their arcane abilities. In his other hand was the Soul Booster. He put both items into the Alchemiter.
Mystic Staff && Soul Booster = Octarine Core (1/?)
In this realm, the Octarine Core would lessen the cooldown time of any Spoils of War owned by Bomber by one.
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The Pit: 16/20 +2 from Tazz
Fort Rebuilding: 16/20 +2 from Tazz
Holy Flame || Peacetime = Fear No Anvil (Level 10: 6/11)
+2 to nulitor
A rumbling echos across the mountains and across the fortress. Something has awakened... Something is coming
Out of a pit comes... A magma slime?
???: Hello... Master, You were right to build those walls, but they can not hold back the evil that is coming...
Me: Who are you?
???: Or who was I... I believe I was your first summon... Ah, yes Urthank
Me: Then why are you here? And... Why are you a magma slime?
Urthank: My true master has sent me to aid you in defending against the evil. And my current form? Well, coming back was not easy, and it changed me, but you may see I have become stronger...
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I take a spoonful of the egg salad, but before I can take a bite the destroyer comes out of nowhere and swallows the spoon before zooming off.
I tell the destroyer to attack a random PZ entity... for now
I feed a cookie to user zero... not a special cookie, just a very tasty cookie
Alchemies:
Holy Flame: Level 3
Peacetime: Level 3: A staff that gives off a calming vibe. It's powers grow with the level of peace around you, so as it stands its very weak. When it is strong, however, it can do great things.
Iron Forge Hammer: Level 2
Coldheart Hard Drive: Level 1: It's a hard drive that keeps itself very cool
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The Future: 50/50 ================================================== (+2 from generic, Nimbleguy, and Erelye, +1 from Irecreeper and Pricey)
(+4 from crystalcat and Bomber, +2 from jondanger, +2 from Tazz) I send all of these charges towards Erelye, completing his Discord charge!
I +2 Irecreeper.
The Scribe pets Lesser Dog NEO. "Here we go again..."
The Scribe decides to use the power of creepypastas to combat Herobrine. He goes to the Restaurant at the End of the Internet and orders a dozen of their specialty creepypastas. The Scribe eats most of them to judge their tastes, but he doesn't really like any of them. The 'slenderpasta' had weird black tentacles inside of it, the 'jeffpasta' tasted like bleach, the 'mousepasta' literally tasted like suffering, the 'squidwardpasta' tasted too much like sushi, the 'smilepasta' had an aftertaste that made the Scribe's mouth curl into a twisted smile, the 'drownedpasta' made the Scribe turn into a statue, and the 'goatmanpasta' tasted way too metallic. Not to mention all of the 'pokepastas'. The Scribe doubted they were even edible.
Ready to give up, the Scribe prepares to just pay the bill when he sees a particular pasta that catches his eye. An original one. And it isn't even overtly horrifying either. It's unsettling. Eerie. Mysterious. It preys on the unknown and the unexplained, the things that are just out of sight and scattered every which way so the pieces of its puzzle can never quite be put together. It's called 'gasterpasta'.
The Scribe takes a bite and heaves over in pain, letting out a digitized scream that causes everyone in the Restaurant to shatter into thousands of pieces, their very essences becoming undone, blowing away in the winds of reality. The Scribe's form becomes monochromatic and corrupted, a mere skeleton of its former self. He teleports back to the Battlefield in a frenzy, hovering over Herobrine with an aura of nonexistence and a soul of a statue.
The Scribe begins to speak, but his speech is unlike anything a living thing could make. It is horribly distorted, made of meaningless sounds and jumbled shouts that climb over each other in a desperate attempt to make some sort of sense out of pure chaos. Herobrine backs away slowly. Even a being such as him can't begin to understand the horror of the Scribe's movements. "BEWARE OF THE MAN WHO SPEAKS IN HANDS, THE MAN BEYOND THE VEIL. BEWARE OF THE MAN YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND, THE MAN THAT ISN'T REAL. BEWARE OF THE MAN WHO CLAWS AT YOUR THOUGHTS, THE MAN WHO IS AT WAR. BEWARE OF THE MAN THAT IS WRAPPED IN BLACK, THE MAN WHO'S TRAPPED BY HIS CORE."
Herobrine's thoughts implode.
Uncle Grandpa introduces Mt. Ebott to Mt. Everest. Seeing how tall Mt. Everest is, Mt. Ebott feels extremely inadequate and loses its fighting spirit, calming down and turning back into a normal mountain. If that doesn't do the trick, the Scribe shows Mt. Ebott Olympus Mons, a mountain on Mars that is nearly three times the size of Mt. Everest.
The Scribe grins. "Excellent. My latest charge is complete, and I have something quite amazing planned for it. But I'm going to need some help. It will be a rather challenging expedition, of course. Who to pick as my companion...?" The Scribe flips through the Journal, heading to a very recent page titled "Allies and Enemies." It appears to have detailed players of the participants of the war, as well as several diagrams of their items, entities, and the battlefield. The text in the entry reads...
This is quite the war I've gotten myself into. With an estimate of forty participants, several warring factions, and an endless multitude of entities bickering among each other, there's quite a lot to keep track of. The important thing to think about is who exactly would constitute the name of this section. Who are my allies and who are my enemies?
Cinavi is definitely interesting. She holds quite a bit of power, and isn't afraid to get results. She reminds me of me in more ways than one. I'd definitely think she has the power to be an ally...Apparently I've upset her. She challenged me to a duel quite recently based on the summoning of The Relative, and perhaps a multitude of other events that she may or may not know about. She didn't kill me, but she seems to be rather annoyed by me. Status: DEBATABLE.(I should keep in mind her companions; the ones I met in Grayhold. They certainly have the potential to be great friends... Status: ALLIES.)
Bomber and Crystal are interesting as well. They're both experts in their fields, and they know quite a bit about the workings of magic, chaos, and other such arcane subjects. I'll have to keep a very close eye on them. They were both at Grayhold as well. They've even taken to asking me for knowledge and advice. Status: ALLIES.
I don't know much about the Golem. He was at Grayhold, but he looks to be a bit of a... wildcard. He seemed rather friendly, though. I'll keep him in mind. Status: ALLIES?
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Mercury is someone to watch out for. He seems dangerous, and somewhat volatile at that. My experiences with him, albeit negligible, have painted him in a chaotic light. Status: ENEMIES?
What is there to say about UserZero? She must be stopped. Status: ENEMIES.
The Scribe thinks it over. "Cinavi and I aren't on the best of relations... Perhaps this trip could change her mind. That settles it, then." The Scribe closes up his Journal and walks behind a shadow, appearing near Cinavi. "Er. Hello there." Cinavi pauses before responding. "Hello." "I was wondering if you wanted to join me on an expedition of sorts. I have something quite interesting planned, and I'll need someone to help me with it." "...What kind of expedition?" "Well, here's the plan. I hope you don't mind if we walk and talk, by the way." "I don't."
The two of them walk across the sounds of chaos and war on the Battlefield, the Scribe heading to the ruins of the underground bunker that served as the spot of Uncle Grandpa's summoning. The shattered glass cylinders and the ruined formation of the circular wheel still remain, creating some sort of howling noise. The TV in the area is displaying bursts of static that are occasionally interrupted by cartoons. "I remember this place. My first step in the art of extradimensional travel. Going to Grayhold got me thinking about attempting such a task again. So I've decided to start anew." The Scribe presses a button, and a massive hole in the floor appears, leading down to mechanical depths.
"I thought about the possibility of using the technology from other dimensions and adapting them to this universe to use in battle as entities. And to that end, I built a superior portal. It's quite a long fall." The Scribe jumps down, lights flickering on as he travels. Cinavi shrugs and jumps as well. The two of them land in a large chamber with what looks like a massive mechanical Nether Portal built into it. A sizable amount of wires, computers, and machinery fills the chamber, creating beeping and hissing noises that dissonantly coexist.
Cinavi looks around the chamber and grins. "This is about the drones, isn't it." The Scribe stops in his tracks and slowly turns around to Cinavi, his voice low. "...How did you know?" "I did my... research. Before coming here, that is." The Scribe ponders this and shrugs. "Interesting. Well, since I won't need to explain as much now, I'll keep this brief." The Scribe walks across the room, turning on computers and calibrating machinery. The lights flicker several times and the gaps in the plating that makes up the ground begin to glow. A whirring sound joins the beeping in the room as the Portal begins to light up.
"I was investigating adjacent dimensions from ours, specifically the ones I targeted as candidates for my previous summon. I discovered one that was in quite a state of flux." The Scribe adjusts a knob on a computer. Its monitor turns on, complex algorithms generating a map of reality and pointing to what appears to be a parallel earth. The phrase "DIMENSION 46'\" can be seen near it. "I examined it further and found an apocalyptic scenario, along with a large amount of alien technology that was lying dormant at an apparent hotspot of paranormal phenomena. From there, I found the drones." "Exactly."
The room continues to light up as sparks fly around the portal. "Now, I needed a quick and efficient way to get to this dimension. So I've been building this in the past week or so. It's pretty much complete at this point, bar some room for error. It's a simple portal that will let us hop across reality. Think of it like a shortcut; nothing too major." Cinavi investigates the portal's frame. She can't tell exactly what it's made out of, but its glimmering purple glow reminds her of enchanted objects. "Isn't it a bit inefficient to build a semi-permanent one?" The Scribe grins. "Semi-permanent? I never said this was semi-permanent. If all goes according to plan, it will be quite permanent. Now stand back. If you get too close to this thing while it activates, there's a chance the uppermost layer of pixels on your body will be torn off and you'll bleed to death."
The Scribe makes his final adjustments and pulls a massive lever labelled "PULL IN CASE OF EMERGENCY." A massive siren blares across the room as surges of blue electricity fill the portal's frame. Both the Scribe and Cinavi duck for cover behind machinery as a massive plume of blue light barrels across the room in a deafening roar, punching a hole through the walls. When the smoke clears, the ceiling on the other half of the room has caved in, sealing the two of them from the exit. "...I may have lied about it being complete. But there's no need to worry now. The portal's... operational."
The portal's surface is glimmering with a brilliant golden color, its shimmering patterns not at all unlike a Nether Portal. "Interesting, huh? I utilized the techniques on adjusting Nether Portal's destinations with Covenite that you somehow found in my Journal. This thing has been precisely calibrated to act as a permanent gateway to this dimension. Its strength will fade over time, and I doubt it will be strong enough to take us and the drones through it again after this, but it will be there. Now..." The Scribe points to the portal.
"After you."
On the other side of the portal, a glimmering golden rectangle materializes as the Scribe and Cinavi enter Dimension 46'\. The two of them wordlessly survey the carnage going on around them. "Well, I knew this place was apocalyptic. But this..." The skies are bathed in flaming colors, with gigantic storm clouds blocking out the sun. The mountains and forests around them are covered in lava and fire, and even the hill they're on is pockmarked by embers. From their vantage point, they can see a cliff with a peculiar formation carved through it, a radiating pink crystalline ball, and the town below. The Scribe looks to his left and sees a large sign that reads, "WELCOME TO JUDYLWB IDOOV." The Scribe chuckles.
"So this is Gravity Falls, huh? I didn't watch much of it, but it seemed interesting enough..." Cinavi looks around. "Nice party they have going on here." "They? Who are you talking about?" Cinavi looks away. "They was a general statement." The Scribe starts looking around in earnest. "Well I'm going to interpret it to mean... them." The Scribe points all around, watching the beasts ravaging the town of Gravity Falls. Swarms of winged eyeballs, outer gods, disembodied organs and body parts, creatures that look like they're ripped straight from the nightmares of children, and an old man in a fisherman outfit telling people jokes. JOAJE
Cinavi laughs, taking in the scenery. The Scribe walks across the hill, sounds of carnage and chaos echoing around him. "These things belong in Limbo, certainly not here. Who's responsible for all of this? And how did they... Wait. Wait a second." The Scribe looks up in the sky, horrified as he sees a giant kaleidoscopic "X" carved across the heavens. Light pours from it, and every ten seconds or so, another creature descends from it. Hovering below the fissure is a gigantic black pyramid pulsating with an aura of color. "A Crossover? There's a CROSSOVER here?? But that's..."
The Scribe flips through his Journal, taking in his entries on paradoxes, Crossovers, and travel between dimensions. "To make one of that size would require an amount of paradoxical energy so large that an extremely massive event would have to occur to cause all of it all! Not to mention the sheer amount of liquid darkness you'd need to successfully pull it off! But I have theorized about this..." The Scribe reads from his Journal. "Should a Crossover of a proportionate size occur that spills out of a particularly volatile dimension, said dimension's power will leak into the stable dimension the Crossover is in, polluting it with darkness and most likely bringing about said dimension's end times in an event that I have called The Fall." Looking around, the Scribe sighs. "That must be what's happening here... But what could be on the other side of that portal? What dimension would be weird enough to cause all of... this?"
Sighing, Cinavi motions to the hill around them. "...We should probably make this quick." The Scribe adjusts his goggles, turning away from the apocalypse. "You're right, you're right. The politics of other dimensions isn't exactly my business, I suppose. Now, the drones should be right under our feet." The Scribe takes out a sleek black rifle, cocks it, and aims it at the ground. "Once again, I'm going to have to urge you to stand back." The Scribe fires at the ground, a plume of electrifying energy blowing the top off of the hill and leaving a smoldering crater, revealing a sleek and unearthly silver dome. The Scribe looks satisfied.
Cinavi whistles. "Nice." The two walk on top of the metal dome, their feet clanging on its surface. The Scribe surveys it, his reflection clearly visible on its surface. "A spacecraft, I presume." Cinavi chuckles. "What else would this thing be?" The Scribe steps back. "No doubt the drones, along with a myriad of other alien technologies, lie in here. We'll need something that can breach through its hull. Perhaps a magnet of some kind. Do you happen to have one on you?" Cinavi floats above the ground, teal energies enveloping her. "Yeah. It's called my brain." The Scribe motions to the craft. "Then by all means, go ahead."
The spacecraft's hull shudders as dull teal energy encircles it. Cinavi closes her eyes, then opens them. Instead of having actual expression, they're replaced by a pulsating void of teal psionic power. Exercising her will, Cinavi controls the spacecraft, ripping and tearing at its metal frame and opening its superbly locked hatch. Smoke rises from the craft as Cinavi lowers herself to the ground. "Now it's my turn to be impressed." The Scribe and Cinavi move to the craft's opened hatch, a cylindrical tunnel which descends into the spaceship's depths. The Scribe floats above it. "I think I'll go first this time." He drops into the tunnel, and Cinavi follows suit. The two make their way beneath Gravity Falls, ignoring the perpetual armageddon raging around them.
Eventually, the narrow tunnel Cinavi and the Scribe travel down into spills out into a massive chamber full of artificial arches and broken technology. Even with the red light spilling from the skies above, the metal and astronomical patterns etched into the craft's surface gleam with fluid and unearthly light, even with no other discernible light source that could be making it. Nature has taken its steps to polluting the ship's beauty, however. The place is overgrown with roots, moss, and grass thanks to the ship being buried inside of the ground for many, many millennia.
Looking around, the Scribe draws what he sees in his Journal. "The only question I have now is how something like this ended up here. From what I can tell, this dimension is already a hub of weirdness, but a massive spaceship like this doesn't just materialize into the ground." His voice echoes across the room's vast ceilings. Cinavi traces her hand along one of the ship's arches, examining her reflection. "It probably crash-landed here and was slowly buried by the passage of time. That's how these things usually work out." The Scribe writes down some of the symbols he sees, matching them ominously with symbols he's already transcribed in his book. "That would explain the conveniently shaped hole in those cliffs. But I won't concern myself much with the sudden appearance of this thing, either." "Yes. I wouldn't."
The Scribe and Cinavi walk to the edge of the chamber. It abruptly stops and spirals downwards, columns of metal trailing into the darkness below. "If the drones can be found anywhere, they'll be found down here. Hopefully we won't have to walk very far." "We won't have to walk. We'll have to jump." The Scribe chuckles as he faces Cinavi and falls off of the edge of the chamber, sailing into the darkness below. Cinavi follows suit, leaping towards one of the metal columns and magnetically locking herself onto it. She slides down it until she appears in the chamber below. When she lands, she sees the Scribe standing perfectly fine. "Shadow-travel's a peculiar thing. You should give it a try some time."
The two of them walk across the spacecraft's depths, which seem respectably more alien than the chamber they just walked through. The lower levels of the ship appear to be less touched by nature's reach, and look more pristine. They still show definite signs of wear and tear, but they aren't completely overgrown. The Scribe cringes as he passes by a smashed glass circle and the skeleton of an alien in a chair. He stops walking and looks at the skeleton, drawing a copy of it on a page titled "The Extraterrestrial". "Looks like the crew of the ship died with it, huh? ...Let's keep walking."
Eventually, Cinavi and the Scribe reach what appears to be a storage chamber with a large amount of drawers and loose plates. One of the Scribe's watches begins to beep erratically. "This is the place. The drones are right around us. How exactly should I go about bringing them into the open?" Cinavi turns to the Scribe. "Just make a loud noise." "Something that'll get their attention... Alright." The Scribe takes what looks like a golden microphone and adjusts it, throwing it down the chamber. "You may want to cover your ea--" Before the Scribe can finish his sentence, the pulsating beat from Darude - Sandstorm begins to project itself from the mic, bouncing across all corners of the ship and making its foundations tremble. The Scribe quickly puts on a pair of combat-grade earmuffs, and Cinavi does the same. The noises from the mic are still very clearly audible, however, their waves pushing the two across the room.
"DO YOU THINK THIS WILL WORK?" The Scribe screams over the din. Cinavi, somehow able to hear him, screams in a similar way. "YES, THAT WORKS!" After several deafening seconds, two spherical shapes float out of the darkness, attracted by the screeching sounds of the microphone. In a single movement, red lasers shoot from both of them, vaporizing the mic. The sandstorm subsides, Cinavi and the Scribe breathing deep sighs of relief. This turns out to be an extremely bad move, as the noise suddenly focuses the drones on them.
Cinavi and the Scribe tense up, examining the drones. They're perfectly spherical with red triangular insignias on their surfaces and various machinery scattered throughout. Their surface appears to be metallic liquid, with a grey metal plate on the top keeping their shapes together. Cinavi and the Scribe stay perfectly still, barely breathing. "...What do we do now?" Cinavi pauses before answering, seemingly readying her Sylladex. "Let's just watch." "Alright..." The two drones emit flat waves of red light from their triangles that move from the heads of Cinavi and the Scribe, working their way downwards. The drones appear to be scanning them.
"They're scanning us. But what are they expecting to find?" "I don't know." Another pause. "Keep still?" The scanning is roughly halfway done, and the Scribe nods slightly. "Keep still. And keep your mind clear." Cinavi stares ahead. "Easy." After several more seconds, the red waves of light retract, the scanning process complete. Electricity envelops the drones and they fall to the ground, smoke curling from them. Cinavi and the Scribe relax themselves, breathing heavily. "Looks like they disassembled themselves... That was close." Cinavi moves to the drones. "Let's take these. Right now. We can reprogram them later." The Scribe nods, picking up one despite its large size and indeterminate weight and shoving it inside his coat, despite it being much too large to fit inside. Cinavi grabs one and it disappears, being stored inside of her Sylladex.
The Scribe cracks his knuckles. "I think that went quite well. What about you?" "That was surprisingly easy." The Scribe turns to leave. "Alright, now we should just WHAT" Cinavi turns to look as well, and both of their eyes widen. Blocking their path is a swarm of at least a dozen floating eyeballs with bat wings attached to them. The eyes are staring into their souls. There is no escape.
Turning to look at Cinavi, the Scribe adopts a confused expression. "What are these things?" Cinavi stares at the eyes, completely deadpan. "Well, they appear to be a swarm of massive winged eyeballs which likely want to kill us." The Scribe sighs. "Really? I hadn't noti--they're firing at us!" Red columns of light materialize from the eyeballs' pupils. The Scribe prepares to dodge but Cinavi waves her hand, immediately creating a reflective shield that sets itself in between her and the eyeballs.
"Yeah, we aren't hiding. Just stand here and wait, would you?" The Scribe, with a hint of confusion, nods. "Alright." Cinavi focuses her gaze on the barrier. Both Cinavi and the Scribe can clearly see through it, looking at the flying eyeballs on the other side. "They're eyeballs, so I'd think they won't be able to attack us if they can only see themselves." The Scribe nods. "The other side of this barrier is opaque, correct?" Cinavi rolls her eyes. "What do you think."
On the other side of the barrier, the flying eyeballs are unable to see anything of the two figures that they just caught in the depths of Gravity Falls' own spaceship. Instead, they are presented with exact mirror images of themselves. The flying eyeballs proceed to take their time making sure they look nice for the big party the Pyramidion's going to throw at -3:00 to celebrate his takeover of Gravity Falls. Then they start complimenting each other like oh my gosh, did you do something with your hair? it looks amazing. wow, those eyelashes are looking really great, eyeball #61845712! you're just looking fabulousssss wow. After they've spent a solid ten minutes beautifying themselves, the eyeballs fly through the spaceship the way they came.
Cinavi and the Scribe breathe another sigh of relief. "That was close. Wait... What's that in your hand?" Cinavi slips a glass vial into her Sylladex. "Cell samples. I can't help myself." The Scribe shrugs and stares into the distance. "I saw some of those outside... I guess they sensed us and followed us all the way over here?" Cinavi nods. "That's determination. It's respectable." The Scribe nervously laughs. "Uh, yeah. Anyway. I believe it's time for us to ascend out of here. Should we explode our way out or just backtrack the boring way?" Cinavi starts to walk through the hallway. "We'd draw too much attention with the former. Let's just escape discreetly."
The Scribe and Cinavi fly back through the spaceship with little fanfare, passing through the same endless catacombs gleaming with alien technologies. Eventually, they hit daylight, and they float back to the hill where they started their adventure on. The Scribe looks back towards Gravity Falls, seeing it even more corrupted than ever. The skies have been washed in a multitude of colors, and the Crossover still gleams like a burning reminder of the chaos around them. "You know, I've got to say. What with the apparent 'weirdmageddon' raging around here and all, I just want to say that I sincerely hope we never have to come back here again." Pause. "Let's take a selfie to commemorate the fact that we walked into the apocalypse and lived." "Haha. Sure."
Taking out what looks like a cubic smartphone, both the Scribe and Cinavi pose like a team because the sky is falling. They share a few laughs as they contemplate the absurdity of the situation and then calm down. "We should probably burn this phone now." Fire flickers in Cinavi's hand. "I'll burn it and drop its ashes into the Abyss." The Scribe laughs, backing away from Cinavi. "Haha, uh, don't actually do that. I've had bad experiences with fire." Cinavi and the Scribe hear a loud crack, and they turn around. The portal back to Minecraft appears to be fizzling behind them.
The Scribe turns back to the town. "You should go. I'll... catch up with you." Cinavi laughs, not moving. "Good one. You just said you were never coming back. Those don't sound like the words of someone eager to leave." The Scribe doesn't respond for quite a bit. "You're right, I suppose. Everything about this place, in its current state, is wrong. But I feel like if I leave now, I'll be missing out on something." The Scribe motions to the portal. "Just go ahead. I'll be right there with you." Cinavi remains still as a statue. "Nope. I am going to stand here and watch you, whether this portal closes or not. You aren't all that trustworthy, you know." Cinavi thinks for a moment. "But then again, neither am I."
Scowling, the Scribe advances towards Cinavi. "Listen, Cinavi. I don't know exactly what I did to get you so annoyed at me, alright? So what if I used a few paradoxes to summon the Relative? They all worked out in the end!" Cinavi floats above the Scribe, staring down at him with a cold gaze. "...I know more." The Scribe's face turns as pale as a ghost. "You know, Grayhold Citadel is known for being an analogy to The Eye." Barely moving, the Scribe's true expression conceals itself behind his goggles. "What do you know."
Cinavi floats back down to the Scribe, faint energy trailing from her eyes. "I know what I know. It isn't as if I particularly care anymore, though. We have already settled this." The Scribe's eyebrows knit together as he walks around Cinavi. "So that's what the duel was about, then. You weren't just upset at my paradoxical techniques. If you saw what I think you saw, you'd have a greater reason to be upset at me. You'd have an arguably justifiable reason to be upset at me." Cinavi smirks. "The best thing is probably that I learned a bit from watching that exchange unfold. Haha."
The Scribe's expression contorts into that of rage, but after a second or two, it calms back down. Then he starts to softly chuckle. "You know, it's funny. I brought you here for one reason. I wanted to see if we could change into close friends. But I don't think that's going to work at this point." The Scribe turns away from Cinavi. "You claim that we've settled our disputes, yet I don't think this can be solved through a mere duel or aimless chit-chat. I think I need a permanent solution. And lucky for me, I've learned more than a bit from you." The Scribe starts to take out a metal tube glowing with indigo energy, but Cinavi quickly raises her hand. "Nope. We are not doing that." The cylinder flies out of the Scribe's hands and immediately explodes out of sheer psionic strain. The Scribe yells and floats away as Indigo Flame bombards the hilltop, searing it with mental might. Cinavi and the Scribe stand on opposite sides of the flame, staring each other down.
"Now how about we go." The Scribe coldly responds, flying towards the exit portal. "...We're done here." Cinavi and the Scribe float through the portal just before it destabilizes away into a wisp of energy. The raging fire makes them oblivious to the small voice from the bottom of the hill. It almost sounds like it's calling for someone. Several seconds after the departure of the Scribe and Cinavi's departure, a near-teenager walks to the top of the burning hill. "Great Uncle Ford? Great Uncle Ford?? ...Ugh, it's no use. I thought I saw him, but I guess he's still a statue. He didn't escape." The kid sighs, adjusting his pine tree-emblazoned hat and walking back down the hill. "I figured if anything could help stop all this, it would be what was inside that flying saucer... But I doubt anything can save us now. It's hopeless."
Dipper Pines walks back towards his former home, lamenting his final summer.
At the center of what was once Gravity Falls, the nightmares of the apocalypse have gathered in a gigantic black pyramid known as the Fearamid. Its interior is lit up in dazzling colors that reflect across its black ground, with interdimensional rave music blasting in the background as everyone dances existence away. A green hunchbacked creature with 8-balls for eyes walks up to the Fearamid's black throne, delivering a message. "Uh, boss? I was told to tell you about something the Eye-Bats found at the edge of town."
A voice echoes from the throne, causing gold waves to travel across the Fearamid's colored lines. GO AHEAD, 8-BALL. TELL ME YOUR WORST. 8-Ball's eyes roll through his head, and he coughs before speaking again. "Well, they were investigating the Alcorian ship beneath the town and they found... these guys." A laugh that sounds like a broken Shepard Tone echoes across the chamber. WOW! THAT'S PRETTY SPECIFIC, HUH? PULL UP A HOLOGRAM SO I CAN HAVE A LOOK. 8-Ball nods and taps a nearby obelisk. It projects holographic images of the Scribe and Cinavi in front of the throne.
"They weren't captured, so I guess they were able to go unnoticed?" The figure at the Fearamid's throne goes still. NO WAY. THEY DIDN'T... HA! I DIDN'T THINK THIS APOCALYPSE COULD GET ANY BETTER! 8-BALL, SEND THE EYE-BATS OVER HERE! I NEED TO HAVE A CHAT WITH THEM. 8-Ball flinches. "Uh, the last time you said you wanted to have a chat with someone, uh...that was when you ate Flowey." HE WAS DELICIOUS AND YOU KNOW IT! BESIDES, HE'S IN A BETTER PLACE NOW. HE'S BACK TO WHEREVER DIMENSION HE CAME FROM. NOW GET ME THOSE EYE-BATS!
The booming voice from the throne sends 8-Ball skyward, and he runs off. After a few seconds, a swarm of beautiful Eye-Bats fills the chamber. The figure on the throne floats to meet up with them. WELL, YOU'RE LOOKING NICE TODAY! I KNOW YOU CAN'T EXACTLY TALK TO ME, SO JUST HEAR ME OUT. YOU GUYS DID GREAT TODAY, EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T CAPTURE THOSE TWO PEOPLE IN THE ALCORIAN VESSEL. I MEAN, THEY'RE OUT OF MY REACH FOR RIGHT NOW ANYWAY! YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING COOL ABOUT THOSE TWO GUYS? YOU DO, RIGHT? The Eye-Bats look at each other with confused expressions. I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES. WELL, THE INTERESTING THING ABOUT THEM WAS THAT THEY'RE... MINECRAFTIAN.
The rave music abruptly stops. Everyone in the party turns to look at the figure on the throne, murmuring to themselves about if it can be true, were Minecraftians really spotted here, no way, that can't be happening, Minecraftia's so far away from here. Easing the crowd down, the figure on the throne floats beyond the crowd of Eye-Bats. GUYS, GUYS, QUIET! I WAS GOING TO KEEP THIS SIMPLE, BUT THERE'S NO POINT IN HIDING THIS SECRET. YOU SEE THESE TWO? The figure shows everyone the holograms of Cinavi and the Scribe. THEY WERE JUST FOUND IN THE SPACESHIP OUTSIDE OF TOWN. THEIR CUBIC STRUCTURE SHOWS THAT THEY'RE DEFINITELY FROM MINECRAFTIA. WHY ARE THEY HERE? I DON'T KNOW! PROBABLY TO GET WHATEVER TECH THEY COULD FIND FROM THAT OLD SHIP! AND WHEREVER THEY ARE NOW, THEY'RE NOT HERE. THE EYE-BATS DIDN'T MANAGE TO CAPTURE THEM, BUT THAT'S JUST FINE! BECAUSE NOW WE KNOW SOMETHING IMPORTANT...
Bill Cipher adjusts his hat. AFTER OUR WEIRDMAGEDDON OVER HERE IS DONE WITH, I KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOING NEXT. The crowd gives a loud cheer, and the music and lights turn back on. Satisfied with his work, Bill goes back to reclining on his throne.
The Scribe and Cinavi materialize back in the underground laboratory. The portal behind them fizzles weakly as they exit, its light nowhere near as strong as before, but still visible. True to the Scribe's word, it will no doubt act as an anchor of sorts between Minecraftia and Dimension 46'\. Wordlessly, the two of them head out of the lab and through the ruins of the Relative's entrance onto the server, flying to the Battlefield. Then, they move their hands in a single strike, deploying the two alien drones from their inventories.
The drones fall from the sky and roll along the ground. When they come to a stop, they float back up, their systems turning back on after having recalibrated themselves during the time spent in the Scribe and Cinavi's inventories. They've been reprogrammed to fight against UserZero, but that's the only exception that's been made. Now, the fight has received some highly advanced firepower.
The future is now.
[AZ] Alien Drones: 115,000/115,000 x2 HP. Airborne. Detection: II Supermagnet: III Delta Sequence: III Anomaly: IIII Incarceration IIIII ========== 100% ========== 100%
Welcome to the future! Taken from the wreckage of a billion-year-old ship, these spherical drones are used as security. Their attack patterns are pretty peculiar though, making them stand out from most other entities. In addition, they run on magnetic charge, which builds up passively with each turn. They can then expend this magnetic charge on high-power special attacks! Two will be summoned at once, each with the stats shown above. One was summoned from my charge, and the other was summoned from Erelye's. Let's take a look at what they can do on the field.
PASSIVES:
Security: The drones are unable to attack anything that has not yet already taken damage, due to the fact that they detect threats based on adrenaline levels, heartbeat, and other signs of the fight-or-flight response. If any entity attacked by the drones possesses the Fear or Petrification debuff whilst it is being assaulted, the attack deals five times the damage.
High-Threat Target: The drones will deal more damage when a targeted entity has lower health. If an entity has 75% HP, the drones deal 15% more damage to it. If they have 50% HP, they deal 30% more damage. If the entity has 35% HP (or less), the drones deal 40% more damage.
Duality: The drones are designed to work together to defeat threats. When one of the drones is destroyed, the other deals 50% less damage.
Magnetic Charge: The drones require charge to function and operate their cameras outside of their natural home. Each drone builds up 20% magnetic charge per turn.
SPECIAL ATTACKS:
Detection: The drones deal approximately 1,000 damage to as many undamaged entities on the specified side as possible, making them targetable. Requires 35% magnetic charge. Takes 2 turns to charge.
Supermagnet: The drones reveal their magnetic superlasers, and fire them at an entity. Deals major damage, and inflicts the Burned debuff on them for two turns. Requires 60% charge. Takes 3 turns to charge.
Delta Sequence: The drones act in unison, firing a large amount of extraterrestrial adhesive at a target. The being targeted is afflicted with the Sealed debuff for three turns. The Sealed debuff targets the ability to attack (the entity in question has decreased damage output for the duration of the effect) and speed (the entity attacks last in the EoTB for ONE TURN). Requires 65% magnetic charge. Takes 3 turns to charge.
Anomaly: The drones pick a legal target. Roll a D7. Requires 70% magnetic charge. Takes 4 turns to charge.
(1) Deals 6,000 damage, BUT the target is able to attack twice in the next EoTB.
(2) Deals 8,000 damage, BUT the target is granted a Strength buff for three turns.
(3) Deals 9,000 damage, BUT the target is granted a minor Strength buff for two turns.
(4) Deals 12,000 damage.
(5) Deals 15,000 damage, and inflicts the target with the Fear debuff for two turns.
(6) Deals 20,000 damage, and inflicts the target with one level of Petrification.
(7) Deals 25,000 damage, and inflicts the target with two levels of Petrification.
Incarceration: One of the drones absorbs the targeted entity, trapping it in its security bubble. The entity is rendered unable to act for two turns. Drone has a 5% chance to fly off somewhere in space instead of staying still, instantly killing the entity trapped. One drone cannot act the turn after Incarceration is used. Requires 120% magnetic charge, meaning that the drones do not receive any the turn after. Takes 5 turns to charge.
(Note: Erelye's going to be doing most of the actual entity functions himself.)
Alchemies
Lifecannon > Fine = Keep On Keeping On (4/5)
SCP-2223-A Figurine && Tallow Golem = Magical Anime Girl Golem (10/10)
Charges
Project M06-Internationalization (50/50) (+2 from Topazian, +1 from Fseftr)
Project M07-The Phonetician (17/50) (+1 from Fseftr)
+2 to Fseftr
I implement a leveling system for myself. EXP is equal to total damage dealt.
EXP to next level = 250(⌊0.6L3⌋ + 100L2) where L is the current level.
I start off at level 1.
On levels such that L = 8n + 5 where n is a whole number / non-negative integer (5, 13, 21, ...) I gain 1 max health.
On levels such that L = 5n + 3 where n is a whole number / non-negative integer (3, 8, 13, ...) I gain a +3.5% attack modifier.
On levels such that L = 7n + 9 where n is a whole number / non-negative integer (9, 16, 23, ...) I gain 1 armor (permanent).
I have the output from a C program that creates a table for this leveling system here: Link
Action
I avoid placing the Magical Anime Girl Golem down yet, to avoid activating it.
I open the Codex U8 to a page labeled Special Spellcasting:
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16/20 1st ESFB
4/8 Tails
+2 Pit
My Action: I fabricate a bunch of Tanks to add to the GS army.
Tanks [GS]: 1000/1000 HP x10 (advanced armor reduces damage to all tanks after the first one destroyed in an attack by 50%)
Reposting Nulled turn
14/50 14/50
Noose --0 Dark Magic Tome = Tome Of Self-Sacrifice 6/11
Crow && Crowbar = Sentient Flying Crowbar 1/?
I throw a snowball enchanted with disjunction (An enchantment in a minecraft mod that prevents enderman from teleporting) at the Chau Spellslinger. While it can not escape, I stab it multiple times with my Sharp Flailbldae.
Herobrine Attack: I extend the chain of my flailbldae and fling it at the wall behind herobrine. It is rooted in a tree behind him. i then proceed to yank on it really hard, sending it flying back into him.
(I know it is dumb but I could not think of a good attack against Brine.)
Birds are singing... 38/50
Flowers are blooming... 7/50
Axe && Fire Titan Essence = ??? 2/11
Hammer && Earth Titan Essence = Titanstone Hammer 6/11
+2 Ire
I casually set Phantom Walker on fire.
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
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'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
'10-'5-'3-'3 1'-[7']-'3 '10-8'-{'3}-['10]-4'-7'
'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
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The Pit: 17/20
Fort Rebuilding: 17/20
Holy Flame || Peacetime = Fear No Anvil (Level 10: 7/11)
+2 to nulitor
I take out a baseball bat and hit the holy flame towards lord Jaraxxus. The baseball bat is from Super Smash bros, so it makes an awesome clinking sound.
Alchemies:
Spoiler (click to hide)Holy Flame: Level 3
Peacetime: Level 3: A staff that gives off a calming vibe. It's powers grow with the level of peace around you, so as it stands its very weak. When it is strong, however, it can do great things.
Iron Forge Hammer: Level 2
Coldheart Hard Drive: Level 1: It's a hard drive that keeps itself very cool
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+2 to The_Serpent
Summoning Entity: 10/35
Counter: 10/50
I'll be making my great escape now!
>memia: do a thing
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
*pop*
vvhat have I done
This space time continuum nonsense is somehow self-persisting. This nightmare of a thing might crash the game if someone fell into it. however, someone did. The person who fell in was babysphee, this crashed his game, killing him and memia instantly. Tragic I know, this meme magic has gone too far, it has corrupted everything near it.
I'd advise you to stay away...
Something is stirring within the meme vortex: 1/40
I declare my allegiance to the Anti-UserZero Faction.
Then, using the power of similes, I break UserZero like a stick, that upon being broken, explodes with the force of a googoolplex Tsar Bombs, which then proceeds to be eaten by an angry beaver, and following that has his mass scattered across all points of space and time to achieve maximum entropy.
I then start summoning a terrible horror from the deptzs of the internet:
1/50
NÄ WY0QUDW ARUKK NUAAWA NW. VZR GWE ÜUN UA FWRRUBF VWRRWE.
TT2000, you are genius.
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
An attack? Maybe later.
For now let's say that the Nerve Laser Gun Mk. 1 is "installed" on the Throne of the Skies to make his laser more deadly.
+2 Irecreeper
Concordant Killer 19/25
Rugname 37/50
Iron Armor && container for modules = Modular Armor 2/?
Personal shielding device && plasma generator = Plasma shield (Level 3: 4/4) Complete!
Module || particle accelerator = Module of atomic manipulation (Level 7: 1/8)
This one was already defined in the past.
I would like a preview of Modular Magnum > fine.
I focus hard, and I tediously, painstakingly summon all the meme energy from the month+ I was gone... I absorb it all into my system, and fire it all in one blast at Eredar Lord Jaraxxus!!!
The Nearly Incomplete Certainly Extremely Memey with Extra Meme Explosives (Or NICEMEME, for short) 9/20
All the Snakes. All of them. 6/50
Modpack Arm && Gun = Modpack Meme Cannon 3/4
DONE Holy meme spirit && Gun = Meme Gun 2/2
Sometimes a battle yields no victor.
Fear is Freedom! Control is Liberty!
Contradiction is Truth! That is the reality of this world!
Avatar by TwinBuilder
I tell Mojang that they want to remove Herobrine from the Server, and let me do this.
I put Herobrine into the History of Minecraft then i tell him in Notch's voice where he wants to go and i said the Ordinary House and when Herobrine enters the house, he complains "WHY THERE IS TNT HERE?" and i quickly write HAHAHA on the wall and the TNT is Anti-Herobrine TNT and BOOM! creates a powerful explosion which is colored Maroon and sent Herobrine up to the skies and he hits the Skybox and he fell down to the pit where filled with Creepers trained by Players to blow up on Herobrine on his face, then i pull him off from the Pit. I blast him with Minecraft style Rocket Launcher then i put him in InfinityCraft and a Magenta fighter says "Welcome my child, and Why is Herobrine here?" while i was slapped by a Nuclear Quest Giving Taco that he wants Herobrine to be taken away and i said "Yes" then a NQGT takes him away for the most Ridiculous Quest ever seen in my life. Suddenly there is a Nuclear Ice Cream Taco (which is a NQGT) and it tries to take Herobrine away from the NQGT and however it holds on for minutes and until I stop them from doing this to him and i Put him into the Meat Grinder 1337 which can grind his bones all the way down and it makes into Maroon Bacon strips, Dark Meat, Eyes of Herobrine etc. however it turns back into Herobrine and says "HAHAHA Y()U CANN()T DESTR()Y ME, I AM INVINCIBLE" I said "No you are not" I pull out the 100 post Cannon (That the First Guardian TT2000 created) to blast him with the Anti Godmodding powers, and someone is Furious at me for using a 100 Post Cannon that used for damaging the Godmodder, and i warp out seeing Herobrine is badly damaged on the floor.
An powerful Halloween themed summon 45/50
Sp00py Armor 22/25
Heal Blaster && Bayo-Laser Rifle && Plasma Katana && Blue Gem = Best of Times, Worst of Times 4/11
+1 Pit, +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. (Using for a Upgrade)
Plasma Katana [Power Rank II] Deals extra damage to the Enemy when used. (Using for a Upgrade)
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.
Echeladder 3/50
13/40 Badge 6 cobalt x2
+2 cobalt
Badges: 5/8
Scantron Reality Anchor AND Handcuffs 1/? [/b]
All HMS AND Wand 3/?
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Mercury tries out his new thunder airstrike alchemy thing on Valeera, after covering her in water to make her more conductive.
give some radioactive ice cream to a random pro-zero thing. He/she eats it.
I'm almost completely inactive, in case you're trawling through really old threads and notice me somewhere.
I examine the Slightly Less Depowered Cipher's Call.
Then, I decide to become the server's most successful corn farmer. I shall have no less. As such, I wander off into the wilderness, traveling thousands of leagues into the embittered unknown to seek a much-desired repository of fertility and creation in this ceaseless hurricane of war and infighting.
I immediately march through the forests and thick underbrush, arriving upon a flat plain in a reasonably economical time. I begin to punch at trees, once more starting from the ground up. With little effort, I construct a crafting table, which I place near a pond in the forest next to the plain. I begin to excavate a number of iron ores from the ground, and promptly smelt them, forging both an iron axe, a bucket, and an iron hoe. What a strange collection of utility items.
I fill the bucket with water, and immediately get to work, constructing a flat field miles long, and creating adequate water sources for each. Now, the true thesicle. I proceed to build an alchemical calcinator, and destroy multiple diamonds, before crafting a Minium Stone. I transmute seventeen beets into corn, and begin to plant, before attaching a powered Lamp of Growth to the bottom of the central tower. I sit on the windowsill, waiting for everything to grow.
Multiple days later, the corn field has been filled entirely, and expanded several times. I have been working on these fields alone for the past 57 hours, and nobody has been able to stop me. The tower basement has been filled with dried corn kernels entirely.
DAY: 957, PRESENT TIME.
957 Minecraftian days later, I am still working on the corn fields. At this point, their size has eclipsed everything save the Battlefield itself, and my corn supply is unparalleled. I have constructed a number of mountainside fortress-vaults in order to store the sheer amount of dried corn kernels in my possession.
DAY: 1256, PRESENT TIME.
The day 1256 post-field officially marks the colonization of the planet of Maizes Greater for the great Interstellar Corn Field Empire.
DAY: 6781, POST-EXTRAPOLATION.
Approximately 6781 Minecraftian solar-days after the colonization of Maizes Greater, the ICFE have proceeded to colonize every planet within the universe cluster 231-(953)-trifecta with excessive corn fields and farmers. The stockpile is nearing galaxy-quality in mass and quantity.
DAY: 99851, POST-EXTRAPOLATION.
The corn farmer scientists of the planet Alpha Frumentum-46 in sector 39-A8 have discovered the ultimate solution to the growing dried corn kernel storage space crisis. The Kernel Mountain.
DAY: 7893143, POST-EXTRAPOLATION.
After exactly 4623729 Alpha Frumentum lunar-hours, seventeen minutes, and nine nanoseconds, the plan has been fully devised. They will send the eldest corn stockpiles backwards in time, to be collected later by ICFE temporal agents.
DAY: 246847632846, POST-EXTRAPOLATION.
The work has finally come to fruition. On this day, exactly 246847634102 Minecraftian solar-days after the foundation of the first corn field intended for ICFE purposes, the task at hand shall be complete. Project to be utilized next solar day.
DAY: 246847632847, POST-EXTRAPOLATION.
Success achieved. Exactly 3943961846318463210 planetary tons of dried corn kernels have been sent back in time, to the intended place.
Back to the present.
I watch in mild amusement as around 3943961846318463210 tons of corn kernels appear atop Mt. Ebbot, immediately crushing it. Yes, I recognize that Mount Ebbot is indeed a mountain. Hah.
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