((Twin, Serpent was not directly involved with the Psi-Godmodder War as we know it, but rather an alternate timeline that ended with Psi destroying Yggdrassil and therefore Minecraft. Serpent, along with many others considered death fodder just like her, were imprisoned in a cryogenic chamber that actually kept them alive while Minecraft was torn to shreds of coding. These shreds were later used by Mojang to piece together the current version of the game Minecraft, which gives it the link to the Psi-Godmodder's realm. The forces of the Narrative manage to paradoxically give everything an origin - Minecraft was born of shreds of coding from an alternate timeline Minecraft.
Or was it? After all, this is Serpent's interpretation of events. Other characters may have other interpretations...))
Ah. Astria. I knew you'd arrive. And look, your other self is here. It's like a party. I throw a highly realistic Minecraftian doll at the Creepervord swarms, causing them to all self-destruct at once in a big chain reaction, killing each other. Viral Prototype: 4/7.
/\lright, mr evil first gu/\rdi/\n, you c/\n just go jump in /\ gorrillaing l/\ke. i roll l/\yer eight /\t the cro/\ch.
OH, GOOD. MY REINFORCEMENTS. ARE HERE. 8 BASILISK LUSII. WITH TAKEN IMMUNITIES. PERFECT.
Lothyra gathers more sacred items, then uses Antimatter RIP on the Croach and duplicates iAntimak Carbine x1. Bender attaches extra arms to himself, then picks up iAntimak Carbine, Universal Power, Bender's Gun, and iQuantimak, and fires them all at once at some Keepers. Lothyra then turns to the Trolls.
BTW, there's something that may help you guys.
She pulls out a Scantron Reality Anchor.
It's something that stabilizes reality. It was invented by the SCP Foundation, but I copied their blueprints and made a more potent model. You can use it to protect yourself against godmodding, strengthen physics, or even give yourself some control over the whims of Paradox Space.
Okay, my power goes out for one day and we're in the far lands. Okay then. Wait, don't we have eyes of ender from the alchemiter?
I throw the ender eyes in attempt to find the stronghold. Then I hit each Vord type and the Croach with the Blade of Grass and see if they can be poisoned.
Wow, I didn't expect them to last very long, but this is ridiculous.
Indeed! To send out more enemies would be suicidal, but I'll try buying my friends some time.
No... Not the D-Class... I know the SCP Foundation's paying evil unto evil, but with all this human experimentation, they're seriously unfettered.
That's it, I'm making a stand.
(By the way, in some comic I'm making, the SCP Foundation is going to be the bad guys. I view them as somewhat synonymous with a young Combine in Half-Life 2, ever-hungry for their search for all known things.)
Passives: Assigned Weaponry: Only can use attacks suited to their weapons (Nightstick for eponymous Bash, Five-seveN for Pistol Shots, and P90 for Bullet Burst) Physician's Mask: Field Agents are 50% resistant to aerosol or gas-based attacks.
Wow, you're hard on these guys. They're just doing their jobs...
The Megadeath && Greater Almighty Elemental = Deus Omnipotens (Level 10: 10/11)
The Baconcase || Lesser Bacon Elemental && 1 million pieces of bacon && Essence of the Bacon King, ruler of all bacon = Esculentus (Level 10: 6/11)
The Mouseattractor || Lesser Cheese Elemental && Every type of cheese ever && Essence of the Cheese Queen, ruler of all cheese = Certamen Caseus (Level 10: 6/11)
I summon a legion of mice with the Mouseattractor, then order them to eat the Croach! They quickly die, because the Croach isn't really edible to non-vords, but they eat so much of it that it's less than negligable losses! Just in case, I then fire a beam of pure cheese element at the Croach, turning it into cheese! Like real-world mice, Vord are poisoned by cheese because it makes their blood pressure skyrocket (I'm not making this up, it's why they're used in mousetraps), causing them to totally ignore it. What, did you think they were stupid or something? I certainly did, and I stab the Croach with Glitchrender in frustration at their lack of stupidity.
My Action: I summon Gru's shrink ray to shrink the Croach so that it fits in the palm of my hand, stick it in a bedrock box, then watch it crush itself when it expands again.
SCP Foundation Action: The Foundation uses its backup plan to activate kill switches on the Taken D-class labor, knocking them out.
Executor Action: Executor rages on chat about not being able to participate in the battle despite not being an entity (yet). This rage stuns some Vord and prevents them from attacking.
I draw the Hazel Wand. Hopefully, this will not prove to be repetitive. I merely had inspiration, and decided to carry through with it. Therefore, I screw a modified Wand Focus: Shock upon the wand. Of course, my modifications are nearly almost always predictable. Who would have known I, of all people, would have upgraded it with chain lightning effects? /s. Anyhow, I point the wand at the Vord, and focus. A bolt of lightning, composed entirely of pure Aer Vis with a hint of Perditio, leaps off of the tip of the focus towards the Vord. Upon striking an unfortunate Creepervord, the bolt leaps off of the back of the aforementioned creature, and immediately strikes another, stopping its heart with the electricity. The bolt proceeds to tear through another two Vord (a Keeper and a Mantis) before dissipating. I promptly concentrate, and fire another bolt into the crowds of Vord. After the voltage slays several more Knights, I wave the Hazel Wand into the air. Blue electricity leaps off of the focus occasionally. After a few more seconds, the electricity grows in intensity. Bolts of lightning leap off of the wand, and masterfully strike some Vord within nanoseconds. This thaumaturgy is a fine turn from my normal escapades involving various curses, several insane notions, and enough Flux Gas to kill the entire population of a city in hours. I like it. I point the Hazel Wand at a Knight. With an added crackle of electricity, a Vis-infused lightning bolt leaps off of the wand focus, and strikes the Knight, chaining into another two as well. I elegantly twist around, and strike another four with lightning, before sweeping to the left abruptly to fire into a line of Vord. They all collapse to the ground, the lightning manipulating the electrochemical signals in their brains, primarily the ability to control the legs. I proceed to lower the Hazel Wand, and swiftly telekinetically slam the surrounding Vord into the ground, neglecting the usage of the Hazel wand for the affair, as it is not needed whatsoever. I point the Hazel Wand back at the Vord, and watch as a stream of concentrated lightning annihilates a row of Vord. Afterwards, I unscrew the focus from its position, warp it into the Focus Pouch on my person, and pull out a dark red stone. A Minium Stone. Quite useful for those who know how to utilize it. Those are a select few, as barely anybody remains who has played Minecraft with EE3. I played with EE2 back in 1.2.5 as well, so I think I'll be fine. I utilize the Minium Stone to transmute every single surface block in a 5x5 radius into obsidian. Wands, if utilized by those with the capability to do so, can be used to ignite Netherack and obsidian without a focus. As such, I tap the central obsidian block with the Hazel Wand. A flame bursts out of nothing. I flash-step away (taking care to blow the head/upper body off of a Vord Knight as I do so), and force the fire to spread. It does so, spreading across the Far Lands with no foreseeable end in sight. It avoids players due to my influence, but burns the majority of the Vord nearby with flames generated entirely by Ignis Vis.
In a related endeavor, I cast Maelstrombound on the Keepers, also putting out the flames. It is not particularly difficult to keep them from causing collateral damage, but it is steadily more strenuous the longer they burn.
Several hours earlier, on the Preston Cole...
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I reappear within the ship in a flash of light, Clockboard levitating around me. Temporal shenanigans are quite simple to operate with, if one practices. I traverse the ship, noting my position in Universe C instead of the deep Void. In an obscure hallway, I find a certain somebody. I recall a promise I made minutes before I left originally.
Hello, again. There's certainly been enough of a temporal gap on my end to warrant such a statement. Or, as much as three months could grant. How are you? Hello again Kalare. Three months? Wow. Its only been an hour or so on my end...
BloOdy time travel.
Anyways, I'm a bit frazzled. I'm trying to coordinate the various pockets of resistance against the vord...
What a nightmare this is. A rather productive three months. Even if I did die at one point.
It is an absolute nightmare out there. I was fighting the Vord with my avatar about twenty minutes ago, before I left. They are the epitome of suffering. But, enough about me. If you require any aid in the coordination, I would be glad to help. Yes, I know. Jason is back on, and he's keeping me updated.
This is nothing compared to how its usually like, thank goodness.
If this were on the scale that vord swarms usually are...
But I think I've got coordination covered.
The sub-forums are working fairly well.
Most of the groups don't have enough firepower to do more than have some Minecraftians hole them up until this blows over. A grim affair, to say the least.
So, I presume we are close to arriving on GodCraft? Yes, a few hours at most, apparently there's something wrong with the slip-space drive that wasn't picked up until now because we couldn't use it. We're just waiting for the engineers to fix it.
Will you be coming with us or do you prefer to do the sensible thing and stay safe behind a computer screen?
Or do what Jason is doing and do both. Temporally speaking, I will be doing both. I'm coming with you, whilst my future incarnation inevitably combats the Vord as well. That reminds me. Is Astria still recovering? Sort of, she's been a bit quiet lately, but she's doing better. I'm not sure I want her out on the ground fighting the Vord though. Sanford and Deimos want to go down with me though, apparently Hank's on the ground. Hank was on the ground last I checked.
As for Astria, I don't actually know what occurred within her mindscape, but it was probably either literal torture, or some form of mental reconciliation, from what I've read. Read?
Oh yes, that forum game out there that catalogs the events here...
Funny thing about that...
I checked the Earth Godcraft is connected to.
The forum game isn't held there.
In fact, it isn't accessible from the standard internet at all.
I suspect whatever is hosting it is a narrative construct.
Ah, we've been off on a tangent.
I didn't just ask for this chat to check how you're doing, although that was a nice bonus.
How are you and your friends in your incipisphere? I meant situations akin to this that I've read in books.
I would say that we are... somewhat well. We've discovered the position of a weapon that might be able to kill English, and found that it is imperative that we get out into the Ring within a few enquier. On the other hand, there was a slight amount of insanity and murder. Like I said, I was stabbed twice, and bled to death before being resurrected as the Mage of Mind; virtually everybody else was slain by the two omnipotent entities hunting us down, though, due to a variety of situations, they were all revived (save one). That's about it, unless you wish for me to elaborate. Oh, hmm...
Not sure whether that's good or bad...
I would like to hear the details, but not right now.
We don't have time.
I wish you luck if you decide to kill English, I've never managed it myself personally.
I've known a few who've managed to kill iterations of him, but its pretty rare.
But it seems like you're in a safe-ish position right now.
Once this whole thing in Godcraft is finished, I'm going to need to try and focus on rebuilding the IUPC.
And at the very least, I could help you and your friends find some semblance of peace.
Would you be willing to have me pick you all up when I make my rounds to get people out of the dangerous areas? Rebuilding the IUPC is my primary concern, excluding the slaying of the Godmodder.
If you want to take about... what is it... ten? Yes. Ten teenagers out of the dual-Incipisphere, then you are welcome to. Ten? You'll definitely need to tell me what the heck happened when we have time.
But yes, it may not be much, but every bit of good you can do helps.
Its important not to lose sight of that, otherwise you'll never do anything. The term 'good' differs from person to person. The morally decrepit might take that to heart. The morally decrepit are never out to do good though.
And most of the time, they know it. Indeed. While we're here, is there anything you wish to speak about? I have a number of things. However, I'll leave out the part where I buy deer teeth from a triangle. Would you rather hear the first one, or the second one? Bill Cipher?
Anyways, why not both? Yes, I bought some deer teeth off of Bill.
Very well. The first one's mildly arbitrary. I thought I should tell you that I managed to track down a particular clown in a Bard of Rage outfit. Quite odd, due to his... current state, but barely worth mentioning.
The second one is extremely drawn out. Are you certain you wish to hear it? Hmm... Bard of Rage? I don't think that's too important right now.
And yes, I would like to hear the second one. If its important, it might blow up soon.
Just like everything else. It's not exactly news. Merely a mess of self-centered emotions.
So, in the three months/ten minutes I was gone, quite a large amount of things occurred. However, this is the only thing I doubted afterwards, and started to question myself about.
I killed somebody. Not an enemy, obviously, as we've all done that. But, a friend. Sure, he attacked us all, but I don't know if it was the right decision. I think I could have tried to incapacitate him, or something. But, the thing is, I just don't KNOW.
If you know what I mean, that is. ...
I see.
I'm not sure what to say in a situation like this...
But I know where you're coming from.
I've been placed in the same situation before.
Recently enough in fact to still feel the sting of it.
I trust your judgement Kalare.
And given the circumstances, I don't think any of us can withstand more murderous rampages than absolutely necessary. ... I suppose. Then again, for about 10% of the debacle, I was completely and utterly drunk/oblivious to the threat, so I don't know. Ah.
And that would be why I stay away from alcohol.
Anyways, it sounds like the drive is up and running.
You ready to squish some bugs? Definitely.
Several hours later, in the present...
Amethyst light sprays forth from the point in which Kalare landed (Of course, I am going to need something to differentiate between the non-avatar version of me, and the Minecraft avatar I usually control). Now, I shall cut the third person. I flick the Hazel Wand, which I also own, due some shenanigans, and amethyst flames spurt from the point in which the epicenter of the amethyst light originated upon the Far Lands. Arcane fire tears at the Vord, taking energy from the fabric of reality itself to fuel an esoteric rampage of prodigious quality and precision. I fire curses into the Vord indiscriminately, annihilating several Vord instantaneously upon impact. I promptly vaporize a Keeper, and spin around. Noting the surprise within the Vord upon my appearance, I emanate a spell of monolithic proportions from the Hazel Wand. It collides with several Vord, blowing them to pieces upon impact. As a final attack, I mutter an incantation, utilizing the Inky Abyss to power a stream of pure occult sorcery. It streaks through the air, plowing into as many Vord as possible.
My Minecraft avatar notes the trolls. Suddenly, I realize something. My eldritch weapons were based around them, were they not? I attempt to arm the trolls present with their associated eldritch alchemy, if I possess it. If Amp does, I merely ask politely for Amp to gift them with it, if he so desires.
The Anachron:
I do have some equipment, and some data on the project. Is there anywhere within this room I can put it, unless you wish for it to stay within my ship?
I should also state that Gutza is quite incorrect in saying that my friends' DNA may be unusable. Mine may be, due to the fact that I am essentially a mutant, but that is it.
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I go on a quest to gain XP. I mean, normal minecraft XP. Eventually, I obtain enough XP to enchant a sword with Sharpness M, which I then use to slice at the Croach.
I turn to the Ancestor avatars of our favorite trolls. "Shouldn't you be... You know what, nevermind. I believe that you can do this, and if my belief isn't enough, I'll punch reality's face until it accepts my perspective as truth." I then take out all the ridiculous candy-colored weaponry I've made based on their weapons. "Just in case." I proceed to roll the 0ctet at some Keepers.
Fluorite Octet && Glitchiness 2/9
Turnspec Ringwear && Red Miles Picture 1/?? Hey, we've used a lot of colored units, and it would be a shame if we somehow failed to use the most iconic of them all.
Bionis Picture -c Mini-Mech Hm. This is proper syntax, yes?
Bag containing all of my octets thus far ~~~ Loom. Yes. This is totally a thing.
My Action: I summon a Super Monkey to shoot darts at all of the Vord Keepers. The darts are poisoned.
SCP Foundation Action: An MTF specializing in air support deploys and flies around the main ship thing, defending it against attacks. Their planes are wired to self-destruct instead of being taken.
Executor: Executor test-fires its teleport device to teleport to the Far Lands (still not an entity yet), then sneak attacks the first 100 entities to attack the UNSC Preston Cole using high-powered lightning strikes.
I use an attack on the Croach that involves both Forge's Light and Homestuck! Twinbuilder likes one of those things so much, the attack deals lots of damage!
Lothyra uses Superpower on the Preston Cole. Bender blasts some Keepers with Bender's Gun.
==Meanwhile==
Lothyra decides to pester Erelye.
-- universalAntimatist [UA] began pestering ambiguousTheoretician [AT] --
UA: Erelye.
UA: I've reconsidered my decision to travel to your meteor.
UA: I have been doing some research on Paradox Space.
UA: It seems that all of its players are teenagers.
UA: I am technically an adult, so I would not fit it.
UA: However, I will still assist the cloning project in anyway I can.
UA: I just won't live with you and your friends on the meteor.
UA: I'm sorry about this.
UA: By the way,
UA: how is the cloning project going along anyway?
AT: I presume you are Lothyra, based on the writing style. I was not aware you changed your chumhandle. But, I digress.
AT: I do not recall ever asking you to travel to my home universe. Perhaps you misheard me.
AT: As for the inefficacious cloning project, I have determined that the best method of survival for the elven race is the revitalization of Skaia, the production of a second Genesis Frog for the humans currently within my presence.
AT: Of course, there is another way. A second Scratch, perhaps. The restoration of the elven race in its entirety, at the price of oblivion.
AT: The cloning projects I have attempted have proven fruitless, producing nothing resembling sentient beings.
UA: Were you working along with Amperz? Or were those projects done on your own?
AT: I'm not at the liberty to answer that. The Anachron and Greyhold have the capacity, certainly.
UA: I thought that I was to work with Amperz as well, and this was to be a collaboration, with nothing being hidden, [REDACTED], or [DATA EXPUNGED].
UA: Sorry.
UA: That's just what the SCP Foundation does to hide stuffs.
AT: It's okay.
AT: I cannot say anything on the behalf of Amp, but I have reason to suspect we are being watched, and divulging information would aid those... Watchers.
UA: Also,
UA: I'm not trying to reproduce the Vestian Elf,
UA: I want to change it,
UA: remove some unwanted features,
UA: and genetically adapt them to a Minecraftia-like enviroment,
UA: which means a lot of interaction with humans.
UA: I and the other deceased Minecraftian Elves were mostly adapted,
UA: however, there were still some things that could have been improved upon.
UA: I know you may object to me playing God with your race,
UA: but my ancestors had already done so,
UA: when they arrived from Paradox Space.
AT: Perhaps some questions are in order.
AT: Why do you desire this form of perfection, even when your very life has proved perfection is impossible?
AT: Do you remember why your ancestors left Vetas?
AT: Where does the case of your ancestors differ from that of yours? Were they fleeing a planet bereft of peace, a planet which had been thrown into fifty loä of war?
AT: Why would human interaction be best?
AT: And, most importantly, how would the spiritual resurrection of your people benefit me, if at all?
UA: It's not perfection. It;s just being able to live with other races whose history happens at a much faster pace then the Vetans.
UA: I mean, seriously.
UA: It took hundreds of thousands for years for the Elves to advance to a galactic empire from the first farmers.
UA: While the humans are only a couple of hundred of years away,
UA: and it took them only 10,000 years from the dawn of farming.
UA: Let's face it,
UA: eventually the Elves will become an interuniversal species,
UA: and they shall have to adapt to new conditions.
UA: For example,
UA: it takes hundreds of years for a new Elf to be born,
UA: and Fusion Bulbs are a major dependency that can be targeted,
UA: even though a species should be able to reproduce without anything extra.
UA: Hell,
UA: there are some theories that even the Trolls once reproduced like humans,
UA: and Mother Grubs/Lusii were introduced later as a form of biotech.
UA: My ancestors altered themselves so that they could survive on Minecraftia with the humans even without superscience and superthaumaturgy.
UA: What killed them was that the new Minecraftian elves could breed with humans,
UA: but the child of those unions would be merely a half-elf,
UA: and over time,
UA: the elves were assimilated into the human gene pool.
UA: That happens all the time in medieval fantasy world with metahuman races.
UA: I want the elves to survive as a race no matter what happens,
UA: barring the apocalypse/Red Miles.
UA: Therefore,
UA: a quick, human-like reproductive system and pace of societal and technological development is well suited for that purpose,
UA: with one modification.
UA: Any child of a human and an elf will always be an elf,
UA: just like another elf-like race in a parallel universe called the Asari.
AT: Firstly, elves do not require Fusion Bulbs for reproduction. It's simply easier to do so.
AT: Secondly, Vetas has natural limitations that are far more extreme than Earth. I can vividly remember a time I was nearly slain by a group of nigh-immortal eldritch beasts when I was little. Only the most powerful weapons can slay the normally undying for good.
AT: Thirdly, the only reason your end of the race exists in any way whatsoever is because of the thaumotechnical devices invented by elves in the first place. If they had not had elven hyperdrives, they would have been overrun in the planetary civil war, and either sentenced to death/eternal confinement for desertion, or merely been killed in raids.
AT: Fourthly, yes. The humans conquered their planet in about six thousand seven hundred eleven or so loä. And look where that's gotten them. They are nearly all under the control of a supercomputer with mind control abilities. They built that computer themselves.
AT: Fifthly, you have no idea what occurred to Vetas after your people left. Unless you are adept in precognition, which I doubt, you have no idea what occurred until the destruction of the planet by the eldritch beasts akin to some mutated, twisted form of Yithians.
UA: Anyway,
UA: I've decided to send a clone of myself to Paradox Space.
UA: That I will be able to control.
UA: It's basically like a dream self.
UA: Bye.
-- universalAntimatist [UA] ceased pestering ambiguousTheoretician [AT] --
Orbital Weapons
Mini-Ion Cannon 1/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 0/4
5/5 For Healing or Building Mechanical Unit
5/5 for Text Based Magic
7/10 x2, 6/10 TBA'd Attacks
Battlefield: Red uses BT: Amazing Adventures on the Vord
Orbital Weapons:
Partial Inventory: Critmist II x47, Ultramarine, Ghosts of War, Gib Armageddon. Potion of Vis x5, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x25, The Bulletdome, Potion Airdropper
Wilson's Shop: $14
> Alchemies
Scribe's Wands && LED board running Conway's Game of Life = The Cellular Automator (1/?)
V-Cube 8 && (Curta Calculator && KNT-308 Sniper Rifle) = CTA-8 (2/9?)
Moyu Aochuang 5x5 && SCP-345 = Planetcrafter's Speedcube (6/6)
Potion of Panacea count: 3
> Charges
+1 HP to all AGs one last time: 36/36 (+2 from Tazz)
> Action: Final Health Increase
I release the health increase in a different manner. Raising the Unicoder, I edit the source code of Minecraftia itself to give all AG players an additional and final +1 max HP!
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Or was it? After all, this is Serpent's interpretation of events. Other characters may have other interpretations...))
Ah. Astria. I knew you'd arrive. And look, your other self is here. It's like a party. I throw a highly realistic Minecraftian doll at the Creepervord swarms, causing them to all self-destruct at once in a big chain reaction, killing each other. Viral Prototype: 4/7.
/\lright, mr evil first gu/\rdi/\n, you c/\n just go jump in /\ gorrillaing l/\ke. i roll l/\yer eight /\t the cro/\ch.
OH, GOOD. MY REINFORCEMENTS. ARE HERE. 8 BASILISK LUSII. WITH TAKEN IMMUNITIES. PERFECT.
Oh no
I try to activate the Taken D-Class Labor's explosive collars. If that fails, I drop a meteor onto the Croach using Shooting Star.
I then eat a Golden Apple.
Rechronology 3/11
Prismatizer 3/7
Shadow Turretcomputer 3/4
SCP-962 41/50
Dragonfly 3/20
UNSC Repair Droid 4/10
Also, what parts of the Heavy-Duty Thuleprism Mecha are missing?
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 2/9
Physics Cannon: 26/30
Anti-Vord Orbital Bombardment: 28/30
Cargo Bay: 4/6
SciAntimak: 3/11
Missile Bay: 3/11
==Actions==
Lothyra gathers more sacred items, then uses Antimatter RIP on the Croach and duplicates iAntimak Carbine x1. Bender attaches extra arms to himself, then picks up iAntimak Carbine, Universal Power, Bender's Gun, and iQuantimak, and fires them all at once at some Keepers. Lothyra then turns to the Trolls.
BTW, there's something that may help you guys.
She pulls out a Scantron Reality Anchor.
It's something that stabilizes reality. It was invented by the SCP Foundation, but I copied their blueprints and made a more potent model. You can use it to protect yourself against godmodding, strengthen physics, or even give yourself some control over the whims of Paradox Space.
She hands it to Karkat.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
=CHARGE=
-12 / 50- Genesis
-6 / 10- Lil Chad
+2 to Modpack
=ACTION=
I continue to lift the BRASS KNUCKLES.
( 5 / 6 )
I then augment the PRESTON COLE, adding some Chair-Cannons!
=COMMAND=
Die will attack the Croach, then jump to a timeline where the Vord is dead.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
I slice the Croach with the Twilisaber!
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
Okay, my power goes out for one day and we're in the far lands. Okay then. Wait, don't we have eyes of ender from the alchemiter?
I throw the ender eyes in attempt to find the stronghold. Then I hit each Vord type and the Croach with the Blade of Grass and see if they can be poisoned.
Alchemies:
Cheap Sword && Hellstone Ore && Obsidian && Nametag = Fiery Greatsword (6/6)
"MURAMASA" = The Demon Blade (5/6)
Charges:
None
Inventory:
Here
Indeed! To send out more enemies would be suicidal, but I'll try buying my friends some time.
No... Not the D-Class... I know the SCP Foundation's paying evil unto evil, but with all this human experimentation, they're seriously unfettered.
That's it, I'm making a stand.
(By the way, in some comic I'm making, the SCP Foundation is going to be the bad guys. I view them as somewhat synonymous with a young Combine in Half-Life 2, ever-hungry for their search for all known things.)
Action 1/3
Orbit Control: 46/50
Unholy Assault: 21/50
Blood Pact: 6/20
I send out 5 Foundation Field Agents.
Foundation Field Agent [AG] HP: 6000/6000 (x2 w/ Nightsticks, x2 with Five-seveNs, x1 with P90)
Actions:
Nightstick Bash: Deals 4000 damage. Requires close proximity to target.
Pistol Shots: Deals 2000 damage.
Bullet Burst: Deals 3000 damage.
Passives:
Assigned Weaponry: Only can use attacks suited to their weapons (Nightstick for eponymous Bash, Five-seveN for Pistol Shots, and P90 for Bullet Burst)
Physician's Mask: Field Agents are 50% resistant to aerosol or gas-based attacks.
Wow, you're hard on these guys. They're just doing their jobs...
Well, they can quit said jobs, right?
Sword Damage: 148K/250K
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
The Megadeath && Greater Almighty Elemental = Deus Omnipotens (Level 10: 10/11)
The Baconcase || Lesser Bacon Elemental && 1 million pieces of bacon && Essence of the Bacon King, ruler of all bacon = Esculentus (Level 10: 6/11)
The Mouseattractor || Lesser Cheese Elemental && Every type of cheese ever && Essence of the Cheese Queen, ruler of all cheese = Certamen Caseus (Level 10: 6/11)
I summon a legion of mice with the Mouseattractor, then order them to eat the Croach! They quickly die, because the Croach isn't really edible to non-vords, but they eat so much of it that it's less than negligable losses! Just in case, I then fire a beam of pure cheese element at the Croach, turning it into cheese! Like real-world mice, Vord are poisoned by cheese because it makes their blood pressure skyrocket (I'm not making this up, it's why they're used in mousetraps), causing them to totally ignore it. What, did you think they were stupid or something? I certainly did, and I stab the Croach with Glitchrender in frustration at their lack of stupidity.
41/45 Executor (out of scope)
20/50 Weath Ray (out of scope)
My Action: I summon Gru's shrink ray to shrink the Croach so that it fits in the palm of my hand, stick it in a bedrock box, then watch it crush itself when it expands again.
SCP Foundation Action: The Foundation uses its backup plan to activate kill switches on the Taken D-class labor, knocking them out.
Executor Action: Executor rages on chat about not being able to participate in the battle despite not being an entity (yet). This rage stuns some Vord and prevents them from attacking.
Teethgnasher 9/11
Advanced Psionics Manual && Ender Pearl && Resonant Ender && Magnetized Nox 3/???
+1 to Amp x2.
I draw the Hazel Wand. Hopefully, this will not prove to be repetitive. I merely had inspiration, and decided to carry through with it. Therefore, I screw a modified Wand Focus: Shock upon the wand. Of course, my modifications are nearly almost always predictable. Who would have known I, of all people, would have upgraded it with chain lightning effects? /s. Anyhow, I point the wand at the Vord, and focus. A bolt of lightning, composed entirely of pure Aer Vis with a hint of Perditio, leaps off of the tip of the focus towards the Vord. Upon striking an unfortunate Creepervord, the bolt leaps off of the back of the aforementioned creature, and immediately strikes another, stopping its heart with the electricity. The bolt proceeds to tear through another two Vord (a Keeper and a Mantis) before dissipating. I promptly concentrate, and fire another bolt into the crowds of Vord. After the voltage slays several more Knights, I wave the Hazel Wand into the air. Blue electricity leaps off of the focus occasionally. After a few more seconds, the electricity grows in intensity. Bolts of lightning leap off of the wand, and masterfully strike some Vord within nanoseconds. This thaumaturgy is a fine turn from my normal escapades involving various curses, several insane notions, and enough Flux Gas to kill the entire population of a city in hours. I like it. I point the Hazel Wand at a Knight. With an added crackle of electricity, a Vis-infused lightning bolt leaps off of the wand focus, and strikes the Knight, chaining into another two as well. I elegantly twist around, and strike another four with lightning, before sweeping to the left abruptly to fire into a line of Vord. They all collapse to the ground, the lightning manipulating the electrochemical signals in their brains, primarily the ability to control the legs. I proceed to lower the Hazel Wand, and swiftly telekinetically slam the surrounding Vord into the ground, neglecting the usage of the Hazel wand for the affair, as it is not needed whatsoever. I point the Hazel Wand back at the Vord, and watch as a stream of concentrated lightning annihilates a row of Vord. Afterwards, I unscrew the focus from its position, warp it into the Focus Pouch on my person, and pull out a dark red stone. A Minium Stone. Quite useful for those who know how to utilize it. Those are a select few, as barely anybody remains who has played Minecraft with EE3. I played with EE2 back in 1.2.5 as well, so I think I'll be fine. I utilize the Minium Stone to transmute every single surface block in a 5x5 radius into obsidian. Wands, if utilized by those with the capability to do so, can be used to ignite Netherack and obsidian without a focus. As such, I tap the central obsidian block with the Hazel Wand. A flame bursts out of nothing. I flash-step away (taking care to blow the head/upper body off of a Vord Knight as I do so), and force the fire to spread. It does so, spreading across the Far Lands with no foreseeable end in sight. It avoids players due to my influence, but burns the majority of the Vord nearby with flames generated entirely by Ignis Vis.
In a related endeavor, I cast Maelstrombound on the Keepers, also putting out the flames. It is not particularly difficult to keep them from causing collateral damage, but it is steadily more strenuous the longer they burn.
Several hours earlier, on the Preston Cole...
—
I reappear within the ship in a flash of light, Clockboard levitating around me. Temporal shenanigans are quite simple to operate with, if one practices. I traverse the ship, noting my position in Universe C instead of the deep Void. In an obscure hallway, I find a certain somebody. I recall a promise I made minutes before I left originally.
Hello, again. There's certainly been enough of a temporal gap on my end to warrant such a statement. Or, as much as three months could grant. How are you?
Hello again Kalare. Three months? Wow. Its only been an hour or so on my end...
BloOdy time travel.
Anyways, I'm a bit frazzled. I'm trying to coordinate the various pockets of resistance against the vord...
What a nightmare this is.
A rather productive three months. Even if I did die at one point.
It is an absolute nightmare out there. I was fighting the Vord with my avatar about twenty minutes ago, before I left. They are the epitome of suffering. But, enough about me. If you require any aid in the coordination, I would be glad to help.
Yes, I know. Jason is back on, and he's keeping me updated.
This is nothing compared to how its usually like, thank goodness.
If this were on the scale that vord swarms usually are...
But I think I've got coordination covered.
The sub-forums are working fairly well.
Most of the groups don't have enough firepower to do more than have some Minecraftians hole them up until this blows over.
A grim affair, to say the least.
So, I presume we are close to arriving on GodCraft?
Yes, a few hours at most, apparently there's something wrong with the slip-space drive that wasn't picked up until now because we couldn't use it. We're just waiting for the engineers to fix it.
Will you be coming with us or do you prefer to do the sensible thing and stay safe behind a computer screen?
Or do what Jason is doing and do both.
Temporally speaking, I will be doing both. I'm coming with you, whilst my future incarnation inevitably combats the Vord as well. That reminds me. Is Astria still recovering?
Sort of, she's been a bit quiet lately, but she's doing better. I'm not sure I want her out on the ground fighting the Vord though. Sanford and Deimos want to go down with me though, apparently Hank's on the ground.
Hank was on the ground last I checked.
As for Astria, I don't actually know what occurred within her mindscape, but it was probably either literal torture, or some form of mental reconciliation, from what I've read.
Read?
Oh yes, that forum game out there that catalogs the events here...
Funny thing about that...
I checked the Earth Godcraft is connected to.
The forum game isn't held there.
In fact, it isn't accessible from the standard internet at all.
I suspect whatever is hosting it is a narrative construct.
Ah, we've been off on a tangent.
I didn't just ask for this chat to check how you're doing, although that was a nice bonus.
How are you and your friends in your incipisphere?
I meant situations akin to this that I've read in books.
I would say that we are... somewhat well. We've discovered the position of a weapon that might be able to kill English, and found that it is imperative that we get out into the Ring within a few enquier. On the other hand, there was a slight amount of insanity and murder. Like I said, I was stabbed twice, and bled to death before being resurrected as the Mage of Mind; virtually everybody else was slain by the two omnipotent entities hunting us down, though, due to a variety of situations, they were all revived (save one). That's about it, unless you wish for me to elaborate.
Oh, hmm...
Not sure whether that's good or bad...
I would like to hear the details, but not right now.
We don't have time.
I wish you luck if you decide to kill English, I've never managed it myself personally.
I've known a few who've managed to kill iterations of him, but its pretty rare.
But it seems like you're in a safe-ish position right now.
Once this whole thing in Godcraft is finished, I'm going to need to try and focus on rebuilding the IUPC.
And at the very least, I could help you and your friends find some semblance of peace.
Would you be willing to have me pick you all up when I make my rounds to get people out of the dangerous areas?
Rebuilding the IUPC is my primary concern, excluding the slaying of the Godmodder.
If you want to take about... what is it... ten? Yes. Ten teenagers out of the dual-Incipisphere, then you are welcome to.
Ten? You'll definitely need to tell me what the heck happened when we have time.
But yes, it may not be much, but every bit of good you can do helps.
Its important not to lose sight of that, otherwise you'll never do anything.
The term 'good' differs from person to person. The morally decrepit might take that to heart.
The morally decrepit are never out to do good though.
And most of the time, they know it.
Indeed.
While we're here, is there anything you wish to speak about?
I have a number of things. However, I'll leave out the part where I buy deer teeth from a triangle. Would you rather hear the first one, or the second one?
Bill Cipher?
Anyways, why not both?
Yes, I bought some deer teeth off of Bill.
Very well. The first one's mildly arbitrary. I thought I should tell you that I managed to track down a particular clown in a Bard of Rage outfit. Quite odd, due to his... current state, but barely worth mentioning.
The second one is extremely drawn out. Are you certain you wish to hear it?
Hmm... Bard of Rage? I don't think that's too important right now.
And yes, I would like to hear the second one. If its important, it might blow up soon.
Just like everything else.
It's not exactly news. Merely a mess of self-centered emotions.
So, in the three months/ten minutes I was gone, quite a large amount of things occurred. However, this is the only thing I doubted afterwards, and started to question myself about.
I killed somebody. Not an enemy, obviously, as we've all done that. But, a friend. Sure, he attacked us all, but I don't know if it was the right decision. I think I could have tried to incapacitate him, or something. But, the thing is, I just don't KNOW.
If you know what I mean, that is.
...
I see.
I'm not sure what to say in a situation like this...
But I know where you're coming from.
I've been placed in the same situation before.
Recently enough in fact to still feel the sting of it.
I trust your judgement Kalare.
And given the circumstances, I don't think any of us can withstand more murderous rampages than absolutely necessary.
... I suppose. Then again, for about 10% of the debacle, I was completely and utterly drunk/oblivious to the threat, so I don't know.
Ah.
And that would be why I stay away from alcohol.
Anyways, it sounds like the drive is up and running.
You ready to squish some bugs?
Definitely.
Several hours later, in the present...
Amethyst light sprays forth from the point in which Kalare landed (Of course, I am going to need something to differentiate between the non-avatar version of me, and the Minecraft avatar I usually control). Now, I shall cut the third person. I flick the Hazel Wand, which I also own, due some shenanigans, and amethyst flames spurt from the point in which the epicenter of the amethyst light originated upon the Far Lands. Arcane fire tears at the Vord, taking energy from the fabric of reality itself to fuel an esoteric rampage of prodigious quality and precision. I fire curses into the Vord indiscriminately, annihilating several Vord instantaneously upon impact. I promptly vaporize a Keeper, and spin around. Noting the surprise within the Vord upon my appearance, I emanate a spell of monolithic proportions from the Hazel Wand. It collides with several Vord, blowing them to pieces upon impact. As a final attack, I mutter an incantation, utilizing the Inky Abyss to power a stream of pure occult sorcery. It streaks through the air, plowing into as many Vord as possible.
My Minecraft avatar notes the trolls. Suddenly, I realize something. My eldritch weapons were based around them, were they not? I attempt to arm the trolls present with their associated eldritch alchemy, if I possess it. If Amp does, I merely ask politely for Amp to gift them with it, if he so desires.
The Anachron:
I do have some equipment, and some data on the project. Is there anywhere within this room I can put it, unless you wish for it to stay within my ship?
I should also state that Gutza is quite incorrect in saying that my friends' DNA may be unusable. Mine may be, due to the fact that I am essentially a mutant, but that is it.
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Fluorite Octet && Glitchiness 2/9
Turnspec Ringwear && Red Miles Picture 1/?? Hey, we've used a lot of colored units, and it would be a shame if we somehow failed to use the most iconic of them all.
Bionis Picture -c Mini-Mech Hm. This is proper syntax, yes?
Bag containing all of my octets thus far ~~~ Loom. Yes. This is totally a thing.
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
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42/45 Executor (out of scope)
21/50 Weath Ray (out of scope)
My Action: I summon a Super Monkey to shoot darts at all of the Vord Keepers. The darts are poisoned.
SCP Foundation Action: An MTF specializing in air support deploys and flies around the main ship thing, defending it against attacks. Their planes are wired to self-destruct instead of being taken.
Executor: Executor test-fires its teleport device to teleport to the Far Lands (still not an entity yet), then sneak attacks the first 100 entities to attack the UNSC Preston Cole using high-powered lightning strikes.
I Wombo Combo all the Vord. (If you don't know what that is, look it up, but beware of obscene language.)
Alchemies:
"MURAMASA" = The Demon Blade (6/6)
Charges:
None
Inventory:
Here
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Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 3/9
Physics Cannon: 27/30
Anti-Vord Orbital Bombardment: 29/30
Cargo Bay: 5/6
SciAntimak: 4/11
Missile Bay: 4/11
==Actions==
Lothyra uses Superpower on the Preston Cole. Bender blasts some Keepers with Bender's Gun.
==Meanwhile==
Lothyra decides to pester Erelye.
-- universalAntimatist [UA] began pestering ambiguousTheoretician [AT] --
UA: Erelye.
UA: I've reconsidered my decision to travel to your meteor.
UA: I have been doing some research on Paradox Space.
UA: It seems that all of its players are teenagers.
UA: I am technically an adult, so I would not fit it.
UA: However, I will still assist the cloning project in anyway I can.
UA: I just won't live with you and your friends on the meteor.
UA: I'm sorry about this.
UA: By the way,
UA: how is the cloning project going along anyway?
AT: I presume you are Lothyra, based on the writing style. I was not aware you changed your chumhandle. But, I digress.
AT: I do not recall ever asking you to travel to my home universe. Perhaps you misheard me.
AT: As for the inefficacious cloning project, I have determined that the best method of survival for the elven race is the revitalization of Skaia, the production of a second Genesis Frog for the humans currently within my presence.
AT: Of course, there is another way. A second Scratch, perhaps. The restoration of the elven race in its entirety, at the price of oblivion.
AT: The cloning projects I have attempted have proven fruitless, producing nothing resembling sentient beings.
UA: Were you working along with Amperz? Or were those projects done on your own?
AT: I'm not at the liberty to answer that. The Anachron and Greyhold have the capacity, certainly.
UA: I thought that I was to work with Amperz as well, and this was to be a collaboration, with nothing being hidden, [REDACTED], or [DATA EXPUNGED].
UA: Sorry.
UA: That's just what the SCP Foundation does to hide stuffs.
AT: It's okay.
AT: I cannot say anything on the behalf of Amp, but I have reason to suspect we are being watched, and divulging information would aid those... Watchers.
UA: Also,
UA: I'm not trying to reproduce the Vestian Elf,
UA: I want to change it,
UA: remove some unwanted features,
UA: and genetically adapt them to a Minecraftia-like enviroment,
UA: which means a lot of interaction with humans.
UA: I and the other deceased Minecraftian Elves were mostly adapted,
UA: however, there were still some things that could have been improved upon.
UA: I know you may object to me playing God with your race,
UA: but my ancestors had already done so,
UA: when they arrived from Paradox Space.
AT: Perhaps some questions are in order.
AT: Why do you desire this form of perfection, even when your very life has proved perfection is impossible?
AT: Do you remember why your ancestors left Vetas?
AT: Where does the case of your ancestors differ from that of yours? Were they fleeing a planet bereft of peace, a planet which had been thrown into fifty loä of war?
AT: Why would human interaction be best?
AT: And, most importantly, how would the spiritual resurrection of your people benefit me, if at all?
UA: It's not perfection. It;s just being able to live with other races whose history happens at a much faster pace then the Vetans.
UA: I mean, seriously.
UA: It took hundreds of thousands for years for the Elves to advance to a galactic empire from the first farmers.
UA: While the humans are only a couple of hundred of years away,
UA: and it took them only 10,000 years from the dawn of farming.
UA: Let's face it,
UA: eventually the Elves will become an interuniversal species,
UA: and they shall have to adapt to new conditions.
UA: For example,
UA: it takes hundreds of years for a new Elf to be born,
UA: and Fusion Bulbs are a major dependency that can be targeted,
UA: even though a species should be able to reproduce without anything extra.
UA: Hell,
UA: there are some theories that even the Trolls once reproduced like humans,
UA: and Mother Grubs/Lusii were introduced later as a form of biotech.
UA: My ancestors altered themselves so that they could survive on Minecraftia with the humans even without superscience and superthaumaturgy.
UA: What killed them was that the new Minecraftian elves could breed with humans,
UA: but the child of those unions would be merely a half-elf,
UA: and over time,
UA: the elves were assimilated into the human gene pool.
UA: That happens all the time in medieval fantasy world with metahuman races.
UA: I want the elves to survive as a race no matter what happens,
UA: barring the apocalypse/Red Miles.
UA: Therefore,
UA: a quick, human-like reproductive system and pace of societal and technological development is well suited for that purpose,
UA: with one modification.
UA: Any child of a human and an elf will always be an elf,
UA: just like another elf-like race in a parallel universe called the Asari.
AT: Firstly, elves do not require Fusion Bulbs for reproduction. It's simply easier to do so.
AT: Secondly, Vetas has natural limitations that are far more extreme than Earth. I can vividly remember a time I was nearly slain by a group of nigh-immortal eldritch beasts when I was little. Only the most powerful weapons can slay the normally undying for good.
AT: Thirdly, the only reason your end of the race exists in any way whatsoever is because of the thaumotechnical devices invented by elves in the first place. If they had not had elven hyperdrives, they would have been overrun in the planetary civil war, and either sentenced to death/eternal confinement for desertion, or merely been killed in raids.
AT: Fourthly, yes. The humans conquered their planet in about six thousand seven hundred eleven or so loä. And look where that's gotten them. They are nearly all under the control of a supercomputer with mind control abilities. They built that computer themselves.
AT: Fifthly, you have no idea what occurred to Vetas after your people left. Unless you are adept in precognition, which I doubt, you have no idea what occurred until the destruction of the planet by the eldritch beasts akin to some mutated, twisted form of Yithians.
UA: Anyway,
UA: I've decided to send a clone of myself to Paradox Space.
UA: That I will be able to control.
UA: It's basically like a dream self.
UA: Bye.
-- universalAntimatist [UA] ceased pestering ambiguousTheoretician [AT] --
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
38/50 Pills here!! - Multiperson MediKit
> R. K.: Random vord meet lasers to their bug faces!
> K4yne: Mowing down random Vord with a gatling gun!
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No Joke
UBER: 12 Charges
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPH
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
Mini-Ion Cannon 1/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 0/4
5/5 For Healing or Building Mechanical Unit
5/5 for Text Based Magic
7/10 x2, 6/10 TBA'd Attacks
Battlefield: Red uses BT: Amazing Adventures on the Vord
Orbital Weapons:
Partial Inventory: Critmist II x47, Ultramarine, Ghosts of War, Gib Armageddon. Potion of Vis x5, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x25, The Bulletdome, Potion Airdropper
Wilson's Shop: $14
I dupe 3 potion of nectar
+2 to Wilson
=CHARGE=
-15 / 50- Genesis (Modpack'd, +2)
-7 / 10- Lil Chad
+2 to Modpack
=ACTION=
I use CHAIRSTORM LVL 10 on the Vord Keepers.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
Scribe's Wands && LED board running Conway's Game of Life = The Cellular Automator (1/?)
V-Cube 8 && (Curta Calculator && KNT-308 Sniper Rifle) = CTA-8 (2/9?)
Moyu Aochuang 5x5 && SCP-345 = Planetcrafter's Speedcube (6/6)
Potion of Panacea count: 3
> Charges
+1 HP to all AGs one last time: 36/36 (+2 from Tazz)
> Action: Final Health Increase
I release the health increase in a different manner. Raising the Unicoder, I edit the source code of Minecraftia itself to give all AG players an additional and final +1 max HP!