15/15 Missile Spam Activate! Retrieve the Highly-Irresponsible-Explosive-Missile-Package (HIEMP). Rocket jump into the air, over the heads of the keepers. Then spray them with continual missile fire, using it to keep me aloft. When it runs out, crush a single keeper under the empty shell of the HIEMP.
8/30 Vicious Overture
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The TIE-Sentry attacks the Croach.
Unfortunately, Talist, I am kind of in the same situation as Serpent is, to a lesser extent. Sorry.
I really appreciate those kind words you have on my life story, Twin. So considerate, and lacking of any derogatory statements whatsoever.
I scour my inventory for suitable wands, but only find that the four Thorns are eligible at the moment, due to the current state of the Hazel Wand. As such, I draw the Thorns of Oglogoth. I immediately raise the occult needles into the air, watching as a familiar black aura surrounds me. The energy of the Deep One within these instruments becomes painfully evident. The black aura begins to pool at my feet in the form of liquid shadow, whilst still maintaining the entire aura around me. I glance at the Vord momentarily. Then, I cast a spell. A burst of dark energy erupts from the tips of the needles, pointed skyward. The eldritch blast looms overhead, obscured by the dark sky of the End itself. How convenient. The eldritch blast in the sky merely looms over the Vord, who are almost definitely cognizant of this threat, unless they are less observant than I give them credit for, which I find rather unlikely. Perhaps it is something regarding the fact that the enemies in question are maddened insects who thrive primarily on conquest of both land and mind. Regardless, I break the link between the eldritch blast and the Thorns of Oglogoth. The monolithic blast of Grimdark energy separates into innumerable bolts of eldritch power. These plumes of dark sorcery promptly rain down upon the Keepers. The Keepers, as well as Fear, feel heretofore unexplained pressure building up in their bodies. Suddenly, tentacles burst out of the abdomens of as many Keepers/dragon aspects as possible, writhing and flailing with wild abandon. The abyssal abominations feed off of pain and sorrow, which is particularly useful in a combat situation. The tentacles proceed to rip their hosts to shreds of chitin and flesh, before diving into other Keepers/parts of the dragon aspect. The logic and precision utilized by the tentacles likely astounds the other players. Of course, they do not know that the tentacles are a mere portion of the entity whose will is being enforced, an entity with an intellect far greater than that of our own. It may not be the omniscience of the Noble Circle, but it is certainly a sizable amount. Whilst the dissection occurs, I fire more eldritch blasts into the ranks of Keepers, attempting to cause as much destruction as possible to the Vord forces while still leaving the players unharmed. It is not exactly mentally strenuous, but it does require my attention. The sorcery involved with these eldritch blasts slowly mutates the afflicted, reducing their bodies to dust in a matter of minutes. Of course, the curse first affects the mind of the Keeper, weakening it. I utilize this opening to control neuron firing in the brains of the affected Vord, forcing them to attack their fellows, and to enjoy every moment of it, whilst knowing what is occurring all the while. I annihilate the life-force of every Vord that succumbs to my spells, and utilize it to attack Fear.
Kalare:
I join Eric's Combat Operandi. Being a member of the IUPC, I have an obligation to help Eric as much as I can. I would attempt to help regardless, but that is beside the point.
The Anachron:
You are quite welcome.
Well, I would suggest we could start with the formation of suitable chromosomes from the assembled genome, and then proceed with the creation of the raw genetic slurry. In time, that can be transformed into a viable embryo, with the... proper techniques, which are at my disposal, without accelerated growth. Normally, this would occur naturally, but we do not exactly have a viable organic incubator, such as an elf willing to carry the burden, or organic technology.
I gesture over to the assembled devices, most notably the one containing the tube and the monitor attached to the Thaumatorium. My eyes shift over to the door as Lothyra, the short green alien, and the robots enter.
Excuse me? Degenerate and backwards state? You cannot call somebody within your presence a degenerate and backwards being, or at all. It's offensive, it is inaccurate, and it is based off of social conduct that only applies to a specific culture.
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VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
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Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
I beat all the keepers, working together, at a game of scrabble, since they don't know how to spell. Some are so ashamed that they spontaneously combust!
> Alchemies
I duplicate a Potion of Panacea II
Shengshou 7x7 mini && Glitch-Proof Armor && Snipealarmer = Sevenalarm Armcannon (5/8)
Scribe's Wands && SCP-2046 && SCP-2300 = ??? (1/?)
Potion of Panacea count: 3
Potion of Panacea II count: 3
> Action: Cellular Automata Showcase: Seeds (B2/S)
I drop a few Seeds cells and it explodes, enveloping Fear and swarming it in a super-hot cloud of burning cells! The cells begin to take over its entire body and replace much of its body with Seeds cells! I then delete the Seeds cells, leaving a large chunk of Taken Fear gone. I also chug a Potion of Panacea II.
> 05 Action: Let's All Laugh at Fanboy Comments
I use telekinesis to move random Vord into a clearly non-random pattern spelling out a vulgar message insulting various popular YouTubers. Suddenly, the entire fanbases of PewDiePie, SkyDoesMinecraft, Smosh, HolaSoyGerman, TheFineBros, RayWilliamJohnson, VanossGaming, KSI, CaptainSparklez, Shane Dawson, EpicMealTime, TheDiamondMinecart, SSundee, CutiePieMarzia, BajanCanadian, JoeyGraceffa and JeromeASF begin to post immature comments all over the croach. The comments do nothing. Next, several people begin to do Fanboy Comments videos, all thinking that the Vord left the comments, and proceed to make fun of the Vord so hard that the Vord all suffer from severe depression and commit suicide.
I write an Epic of Courage in the Glyphic Alphabet with the Creation Pen. It imparts the AGs with Courage to overcome Fear!
I Origin Wand up a time-shenanigan-enabled sendappearificator that is rigged with a device allowing it to impart velocity to things it sendappearificates, and use it to rip out chunks of Fear and bombard the Vord (and Fear) with them.
I then sendificate random Vord to y= -256, and random x and z values.
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[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
Brine as in Herobrine/The L()rd, or Brine as in very salty water?...Or is it somehow both? The Withering > Fine = Brine (Level 10: 2/11)
Cosmos' Tear > Fine = Hawking's Miss (Level 9: 2/10)
Plot Armor > Fine = Plot-Sensing Armor (Level 6: 6/7)
OK, there is an ORDER to this. If I do this right, I maximize damage...Hopefully. Also, for the same reason as Serpent and Erelye (though not nearly to that extent), you're out of luck on my part as well in regards to no MSPA stuff.
First, Critmist potion and Orb of Finale, at the same time. Let's crank up what little disaster I can. Second, aid Eric with his crazy thing this instant, if I can. Third. educate the Queen Bee to exactly what kind of pain it is about to experience, by proxy, causing it to take pain. Fourth, vigorously apply the Quick Draw all over the Queen Bee for good measure. Finally, without any further ado apart from a drumroll...
...I present to you, my Comb Rave! Final Smash, EXECUTE!
I position myself in such a manner that I will make sure Fear is definitely dead from whatever power I draw forth, then let the excess power wreck the Queen Bee vord. I'm concerned that, if we kill the High Queen before the Queen Bee, the Queen Bee will not give us that bonus Jocose Honey.
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I examine yet another mind-annihilating tome. I feel the need to apologize for my constant creation of alchemies.
I heal myself with the Golden Sunsticks.
Afterwards, I grab a bottle of Liquid Nest out of my inventory. The crimson liquid writhes in the bottle, as per usual. I suspect the stuff is powered by the Crimson Portals in the Outer Lands. That would certainly explain why the fluid has such a vibrant hue. Regardless, I peer back into the depths of the bottle. So enticing. Suddenly, Taken Fear finds that it is suffering a major amount of Taint poisoning. Such things can affect everything save the omnipotent, luckily. Taken Fear finds itself in quite the situation; bound by the eldritch curses ineffably placed upon the ink of the occultist, and suffering the warped fury of a thousand rampant thaumaturges' mistakes. Theoretically speaking, this is enough Taint to transform a place the size of the Haldian Ocean into a mass of congealed Taint and Flux Flu-inducing materials. I'm perfectly aware that you know nothing of Vetasian geography, so let's just say it is a rather large body of water. That amount of Taint, compressed to the size of Taken Fear, is fatal. Of course, I know nothing of the biology of draconic aspects, but I am certain dragons are affected by such things, if not as much as Minecraftians are. A shame. I stare deeper into the nigh-infinite depths of the Liquid Nest bottle. Suddenly, a spike of solid Voidmetal emerges from Taken Fear. The thing is stained with a combination of blood and mixed chemicals found in nearly all of the Taken. The spike appears to have appeared from nowhere, as is common of the attacks of those who practice the arcane and the occult. Regardless, it feels warm to the touch, almost as if it were... alive, despite the common misconception that Voidmetal is exceedingly cold. It depends on what type you forge. I am using a more recent recipe, despite the whole of thaumaturgy being at my disposal. Reminiscing about days before the Godmodder trapped every player of Minecraft in this server, I transmute the Voidmetal into its metallic predecessor. This Voidmetal is abnormally cold. I amplify the already frigid temperature of the spike, and attempt to freeze Taken Fear's vital organs and/or other body parts. Frost promptly starts forming on the surface of Taken Fear, quite evidently in a detrimental manner. At some point, the draconic aspect will pass out, and freeze to death. When I stated that the spike was cold, I mean within a billionth of a degree away from absolute zero. I proceed to drain a portion of Taken Fear's life essence, and crystallize it into the form of a red shard. I might fuse this with the Hazel Wand, or something. It already contains the remnants of the creation energy exuded by the FEZ, so I may as well.
I attempt to view the Red Dragon (or the fragments of it) with The Enlightenment without going insane or having my mind shattered into fragments. I require answers.
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VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
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Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
"Fly higher, dammit! Keep out of range of the Vord!"
I urge the Engietech troops to maintain distance from the Vord, with the exclusion of the Bladesmen who can't actually do that due to being, obviously, bladesmen. My drone itself descends, landing on the Croach hard enough to crack the surface.
"As for me, I've got killing to do."
Digistructing what can only be described as the grenade launcher version of the Buster Sword, I fire a gigantic grenade into the Vord Knights, the grenade exploding in a small thermonuclear detonation. The drone's wings shake in excitement as giblets and paste splatter over the current battlefield.
"Killing which I shall enjoy. There's a certain way the Vord die that is just so appealing to me."
-The moon-
"Rrrrr..."
Growling quietly, the aura slowly growing sharper, my drone turns to the cell interior. There's no way that such a simple system would be in place, surely? As a test, one brief flash of gray energy consumes one of the bars. I watch and wait in silence, observing the happenings.
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Given that Eric is an extremely valued ally, I join his Operandi, regardless of my membership in the IUPC, as does the H3 node in my armor, hololithic shadows flaring up as the vast might of the reactors at Anachron fuels him.
The Recoil Scoper 2/11
All charges progress!
+1x2 to Erelye!
I use BT: Disquieting Leer on the Croach! {Another one I never saw the description for. :\}
Binary's Moonbase, right now:
Noting that his cell is seemingly unbelievably easy to escape from, the Unremarkable Man attempts to ascertain the catch or problem with this unusual state of affairs, his various armament at the ready should he trigger something.
While doing that, he lets the systems in his armor, crude and ineffective by the standard of Anachron, but effectively magic for 21'st century Earth, check for arcane or technological influence not visible to the naked eye, such as anything much you couldn't normally see, teleportation or comms jamming, security fields, illusions, holograms, this all being a hallucination, ETC.
The Anachron biolabs, right now:
The elderly Elf biotechnician, his ritual scarring and tattoos contrasting with the PHD's on his nametag and crisp gray uniform, speaks up , an amused expression on his face.
"Up until about fifty years ago, backwards would be fairly accurate, really. I grew up making wooden swords and eating the bodies of my enemies, animal or otherwise, while the Dwarves forged adamantine and the humans made contact with other worlds. Then this gorilla in a mechsuit showed up, started a nuclear war we didn't know we had the capacity to fight, and the rest is history. As for degenerate, that would be really very precise, were we at all related to your species, rather than created from the binary void in that state by the Blood God two and a half thousand years ago."
"Thank you, Ilye. Now, since Erelye clearly has a a better plan than mine, which mostly of "Stick DNA in magic vat, watch bloopy stuff happen, get many cloned alien babies.", I suggest you work with him on this one."
Cosmos' Tear > Fine = Hawking's Miss (Level 9: 3/10)
Plot Armor > Fine = Plot-Sensing Armor (Level 6: 7/7) Great Success! I equip it immediately.
After the immense explosive power of the Comb Rave has been successfully levied, I make a dash for the Iron Chest and open it to obtain it's contents, if I can, while remaining on higher ground. I thereafter proceed to immediately use the Dragon Ender to make an amethyst beacon in the sky, roasting no Vord type in particular. It isn't until a sudden armada of Endermen and an Ender Dragon come crashing through, all immensely hostile to the Vord for taking their home, that what I did and why becomes obvious. By this point, it is rather late to get a guard up-the Ender Dragon merrily crashes through the target while the Endermen use their powerful teleportation and frenzied clubbing to utterly drum the target, then leaving before even a single one is taken. I cover their escape with the Dragon Ender, burning the target and preventing it from pursuing. All-in-all, a bad day.
Naturally, the target is the Queen Bee first, then the High-Queen. Why not Fear instead, who is guarding said High-Queen? Well, considering the trend of Comb Raves and damage, it is likely my attack will do 100K damage, possibly 90K bare minimum. Either way, Fear has currently and almost definitely lost his position in the staying alive club. If he hasn't, I want my honey back this instant.
> Alchemies
I duplicate a Potion of Panacea II
Shengshou 7x7 mini && Glitch-Proof Armor && Snipealarmer = Sevenalarm Armcannon (6/8)
Scribe's Wands && SCP-2046 && SCP-2300 = ??? (2/?)
Potion of Panacea count: 3
Potion of Panacea II count: 3
> Action: Differential Calculus Test
I type out a long test with the Testwriter, then write up "ꡏケ🏧 군" with the Unicoder and zap it at the test. This creates a gun that automatically fires tests. I then repeatedly zap the gun with the Unicoder. Eventually, there is one gun that fires guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire tests, all automatic. In that time, a large number of tests have been fired at the Queen Bee and quintillions of tests are fired at the Queen Bee every second. Every test that is fired at the Queen Bee has to be solved before the next test arrives, or I pour 20,000,000,000,000,000 liters of fluoroantimonic acid on the Queen Bee!
> 05 Action: Cellular Automata Showcase: Brian 6 (B246/S6/3)
I lock onto Fear if it is still alive, the Queen Bee if Fear is dead, and the High Queen if the Queen Bee is dead.
I place a 45-degree rotated square with 2-block-wide corners around whatever I locked onto and watch it expand into a mess of dying and alive cells that constantly bombard whatever I locked onto with millions upon millions of spaceships and some breeders and puffers too. I clear the field of cells and concentrate for a bit. Suddenly, the target begins to feel intense pressure building up at four points in its body and intense internal pain. It feels like it's going to burst! And it does burst, with the same pattern exploding from inside it and tearing it apart!
Lothyra alchemizes Diamondium Motorized Cart -c Hover Module. She then points out that large dragons (Taken Fear) and the Queen Bee are also subject to the Square-Cube Law. FIRE AWAY (at those entities), SCIENCE CANNON! Then she gathers sacred items and summons UU Prime with UU Ultimatum. Bender fires iQuantimak, Bender's Gun, and Universal Aid in lockstep with his extra arms at the Croach, while UU Prime executes a difficult Ion Blaster x2 Combo on the Queen Bee.
==Anachron==
Lothyra facepalms.
I was referring to the fate of the Minecraftian elves! MY people! I was just making a comparison! I never insulted him! In fact, I am glad that this other elf has ascended above cannibalism and medieval stasis!
She then seems to quiet down.
Sorry about that outburst. I don't know what came over me. Normally I only flip out like that when someone makes a Critical Research Failure.
She looks concerned for a second, then starts muttering to herself.
What if... no. That's not it. I'm not regressing.
She then speaks up.
About the necessity of a womb... The Minecraftian elves altered themselves to have those. I can offer the genetic code for mine. It was one of the only body parts I didn't "upgrade." You can grow one with simple stem cell/cloning technology.
She turns back to the other elf.
I would like to know more about your world. It seems that Minecraftia may not be the only universe to have been created by a human programmer, if your story about the Binary God is true.
I then open the Iron Chest. The Southern TundraIIIIII SCP-2106 Complete! Ace of Flames Complete! Ace of Rocks 2/3
Ace of Daimonds && Bottled Air Magic
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Waterfists && Electrified Gloves && Spinning Gloves (4/6)
Gloves && Stone (3/3) Done!
Gloves && Dry Ice (1/?)
15/15 Missile Spam (Holding)
7/30 Vicious Overture
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PIT_ICARUS' TURN (3/3 Actions Remaining):
>B.Tech: SKY QUIVER LEVEL 2
>AIM AT Croach
I use BATTLE TECHNIQUE: KINGLY DISPUTE LV. 10 on FEAR.
I get a Croach-Eater to eat the Croach!
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
Waterfists && Electrified Gloves && Spinning Gloves (5/6)
Gloves && Dry Ice (2/?)
Raptorwheel && Spinning Gloves && Barbed Wire (1/?)
15/15 Missile Spam Activate! Retrieve the Highly-Irresponsible-Explosive-Missile-Package (HIEMP). Rocket jump into the air, over the heads of the keepers. Then spray them with continual missile fire, using it to keep me aloft. When it runs out, crush a single keeper under the empty shell of the HIEMP.
8/30 Vicious Overture
What?
Scratch's Lament 5/9
The Braineraser 8/9
+1 to Amp x2.
The TIE-Sentry attacks the Croach.
Unfortunately, Talist, I am kind of in the same situation as Serpent is, to a lesser extent. Sorry.
I really appreciate those kind words you have on my life story, Twin. So considerate, and lacking of any derogatory statements whatsoever.
I scour my inventory for suitable wands, but only find that the four Thorns are eligible at the moment, due to the current state of the Hazel Wand. As such, I draw the Thorns of Oglogoth. I immediately raise the occult needles into the air, watching as a familiar black aura surrounds me. The energy of the Deep One within these instruments becomes painfully evident. The black aura begins to pool at my feet in the form of liquid shadow, whilst still maintaining the entire aura around me. I glance at the Vord momentarily. Then, I cast a spell. A burst of dark energy erupts from the tips of the needles, pointed skyward. The eldritch blast looms overhead, obscured by the dark sky of the End itself. How convenient. The eldritch blast in the sky merely looms over the Vord, who are almost definitely cognizant of this threat, unless they are less observant than I give them credit for, which I find rather unlikely. Perhaps it is something regarding the fact that the enemies in question are maddened insects who thrive primarily on conquest of both land and mind. Regardless, I break the link between the eldritch blast and the Thorns of Oglogoth. The monolithic blast of Grimdark energy separates into innumerable bolts of eldritch power. These plumes of dark sorcery promptly rain down upon the Keepers. The Keepers, as well as Fear, feel heretofore unexplained pressure building up in their bodies. Suddenly, tentacles burst out of the abdomens of as many Keepers/dragon aspects as possible, writhing and flailing with wild abandon. The abyssal abominations feed off of pain and sorrow, which is particularly useful in a combat situation. The tentacles proceed to rip their hosts to shreds of chitin and flesh, before diving into other Keepers/parts of the dragon aspect. The logic and precision utilized by the tentacles likely astounds the other players. Of course, they do not know that the tentacles are a mere portion of the entity whose will is being enforced, an entity with an intellect far greater than that of our own. It may not be the omniscience of the Noble Circle, but it is certainly a sizable amount. Whilst the dissection occurs, I fire more eldritch blasts into the ranks of Keepers, attempting to cause as much destruction as possible to the Vord forces while still leaving the players unharmed. It is not exactly mentally strenuous, but it does require my attention. The sorcery involved with these eldritch blasts slowly mutates the afflicted, reducing their bodies to dust in a matter of minutes. Of course, the curse first affects the mind of the Keeper, weakening it. I utilize this opening to control neuron firing in the brains of the affected Vord, forcing them to attack their fellows, and to enjoy every moment of it, whilst knowing what is occurring all the while. I annihilate the life-force of every Vord that succumbs to my spells, and utilize it to attack Fear.
Kalare:
I join Eric's Combat Operandi. Being a member of the IUPC, I have an obligation to help Eric as much as I can. I would attempt to help regardless, but that is beside the point.
The Anachron:
You are quite welcome.
Well, I would suggest we could start with the formation of suitable chromosomes from the assembled genome, and then proceed with the creation of the raw genetic slurry. In time, that can be transformed into a viable embryo, with the... proper techniques, which are at my disposal, without accelerated growth. Normally, this would occur naturally, but we do not exactly have a viable organic incubator, such as an elf willing to carry the burden, or organic technology.
I gesture over to the assembled devices, most notably the one containing the tube and the monitor attached to the Thaumatorium. My eyes shift over to the door as Lothyra, the short green alien, and the robots enter.
Excuse me? Degenerate and backwards state? You cannot call somebody within your presence a degenerate and backwards being, or at all. It's offensive, it is inaccurate, and it is based off of social conduct that only applies to a specific culture.
Unknown Entity: 20/40
Sorry about that last post. I was very busy lately. Especially since I am making a mod for the first time.
I use the combat operandi LAMBDA-SIGMA on Fear.
I'll be making my great escape now!
Waterfists && Electrified Gloves && Spinning Gloves (6/6) Done and Done.
Gloves && Dry Ice (3/?)
Raptorwheel && Spinning Gloves && Barbed Wire (2/?)
9/30 Vicious Overture
1/20 Deviljho
What?
I duplicate a Potion of Panacea II
Shengshou 7x7 mini && Glitch-Proof Armor && Snipealarmer = Sevenalarm Armcannon (5/8)
Scribe's Wands && SCP-2046 && SCP-2300 = ??? (1/?)
Potion of Panacea count: 3
Potion of Panacea II count: 3
> Action: Cellular Automata Showcase: Seeds (B2/S)
I drop a few Seeds cells and it explodes, enveloping Fear and swarming it in a super-hot cloud of burning cells! The cells begin to take over its entire body and replace much of its body with Seeds cells! I then delete the Seeds cells, leaving a large chunk of Taken Fear gone. I also chug a Potion of Panacea II.
> 05 Action: Let's All Laugh at Fanboy Comments
I use telekinesis to move random Vord into a clearly non-random pattern spelling out a vulgar message insulting various popular YouTubers. Suddenly, the entire fanbases of PewDiePie, SkyDoesMinecraft, Smosh, HolaSoyGerman, TheFineBros, RayWilliamJohnson, VanossGaming, KSI, CaptainSparklez, Shane Dawson, EpicMealTime, TheDiamondMinecart, SSundee, CutiePieMarzia, BajanCanadian, JoeyGraceffa and JeromeASF begin to post immature comments all over the croach. The comments do nothing. Next, several people begin to do Fanboy Comments videos, all thinking that the Vord left the comments, and proceed to make fun of the Vord so hard that the Vord all suffer from severe depression and commit suicide.
I Origin Wand up a time-shenanigan-enabled sendappearificator that is rigged with a device allowing it to impart velocity to things it sendappearificates, and use it to rip out chunks of Fear and bombard the Vord (and Fear) with them.
I then sendificate random Vord to y= -256, and random x and z values.
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Mozart's Beauty, 27/50
Brine as in Herobrine/The L()rd, or Brine as in very salty water?...Or is it somehow both? The Withering > Fine = Brine (Level 10: 2/11)
Cosmos' Tear > Fine = Hawking's Miss (Level 9: 2/10)
Plot Armor > Fine = Plot-Sensing Armor (Level 6: 6/7)
OK, there is an ORDER to this. If I do this right, I maximize damage...Hopefully. Also, for the same reason as Serpent and Erelye (though not nearly to that extent), you're out of luck on my part as well in regards to no MSPA stuff.
First, Critmist potion and Orb of Finale, at the same time. Let's crank up what little disaster I can. Second, aid Eric with his crazy thing this instant, if I can. Third. educate the Queen Bee to exactly what kind of pain it is about to experience, by proxy, causing it to take pain. Fourth, vigorously apply the Quick Draw all over the Queen Bee for good measure. Finally, without any further ado apart from a drumroll...
...I present to you, my Comb Rave! Final Smash, EXECUTE!
I position myself in such a manner that I will make sure Fear is definitely dead from whatever power I draw forth, then let the excess power wreck the Queen Bee vord. I'm concerned that, if we kill the High Queen before the Queen Bee, the Queen Bee will not give us that bonus Jocose Honey.
Scratch's Lament 6/9
The Braineraser 9/9!
+1 to Amp x2.
I examine yet another mind-annihilating tome. I feel the need to apologize for my constant creation of alchemies.
I heal myself with the Golden Sunsticks.
Afterwards, I grab a bottle of Liquid Nest out of my inventory. The crimson liquid writhes in the bottle, as per usual. I suspect the stuff is powered by the Crimson Portals in the Outer Lands. That would certainly explain why the fluid has such a vibrant hue. Regardless, I peer back into the depths of the bottle. So enticing. Suddenly, Taken Fear finds that it is suffering a major amount of Taint poisoning. Such things can affect everything save the omnipotent, luckily. Taken Fear finds itself in quite the situation; bound by the eldritch curses ineffably placed upon the ink of the occultist, and suffering the warped fury of a thousand rampant thaumaturges' mistakes. Theoretically speaking, this is enough Taint to transform a place the size of the Haldian Ocean into a mass of congealed Taint and Flux Flu-inducing materials. I'm perfectly aware that you know nothing of Vetasian geography, so let's just say it is a rather large body of water. That amount of Taint, compressed to the size of Taken Fear, is fatal. Of course, I know nothing of the biology of draconic aspects, but I am certain dragons are affected by such things, if not as much as Minecraftians are. A shame. I stare deeper into the nigh-infinite depths of the Liquid Nest bottle. Suddenly, a spike of solid Voidmetal emerges from Taken Fear. The thing is stained with a combination of blood and mixed chemicals found in nearly all of the Taken. The spike appears to have appeared from nowhere, as is common of the attacks of those who practice the arcane and the occult. Regardless, it feels warm to the touch, almost as if it were... alive, despite the common misconception that Voidmetal is exceedingly cold. It depends on what type you forge. I am using a more recent recipe, despite the whole of thaumaturgy being at my disposal. Reminiscing about days before the Godmodder trapped every player of Minecraft in this server, I transmute the Voidmetal into its metallic predecessor. This Voidmetal is abnormally cold. I amplify the already frigid temperature of the spike, and attempt to freeze Taken Fear's vital organs and/or other body parts. Frost promptly starts forming on the surface of Taken Fear, quite evidently in a detrimental manner. At some point, the draconic aspect will pass out, and freeze to death. When I stated that the spike was cold, I mean within a billionth of a degree away from absolute zero. I proceed to drain a portion of Taken Fear's life essence, and crystallize it into the form of a red shard. I might fuse this with the Hazel Wand, or something. It already contains the remnants of the creation energy exuded by the FEZ, so I may as well.
I attempt to view the Red Dragon (or the fragments of it) with The Enlightenment without going insane or having my mind shattered into fragments. I require answers.
I urge the Engietech troops to maintain distance from the Vord, with the exclusion of the Bladesmen who can't actually do that due to being, obviously, bladesmen. My drone itself descends, landing on the Croach hard enough to crack the surface.
"As for me, I've got killing to do."
Digistructing what can only be described as the grenade launcher version of the Buster Sword, I fire a gigantic grenade into the Vord Knights, the grenade exploding in a small thermonuclear detonation. The drone's wings shake in excitement as giblets and paste splatter over the current battlefield.
"Killing which I shall enjoy. There's a certain way the Vord die that is just so appealing to me."
-The moon-
"Rrrrr..."
Growling quietly, the aura slowly growing sharper, my drone turns to the cell interior. There's no way that such a simple system would be in place, surely? As a test, one brief flash of gray energy consumes one of the bars. I watch and wait in silence, observing the happenings.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Given that Eric is an extremely valued ally, I join his Operandi, regardless of my membership in the IUPC, as does the H3 node in my armor, hololithic shadows flaring up as the vast might of the reactors at Anachron fuels him.
The Recoil Scoper 2/11
All charges progress!
+1x2 to Erelye!
I use BT: Disquieting Leer on the Croach! {Another one I never saw the description for. :\}
Binary's Moonbase, right now:
Noting that his cell is seemingly unbelievably easy to escape from, the Unremarkable Man attempts to ascertain the catch or problem with this unusual state of affairs, his various armament at the ready should he trigger something.
While doing that, he lets the systems in his armor, crude and ineffective by the standard of Anachron, but effectively magic for 21'st century Earth, check for arcane or technological influence not visible to the naked eye, such as anything much you couldn't normally see, teleportation or comms jamming, security fields, illusions, holograms, this all being a hallucination, ETC.
The Anachron biolabs, right now:
The elderly Elf biotechnician, his ritual scarring and tattoos contrasting with the PHD's on his nametag and crisp gray uniform, speaks up , an amused expression on his face.
"Up until about fifty years ago, backwards would be fairly accurate, really. I grew up making wooden swords and eating the bodies of my enemies, animal or otherwise, while the Dwarves forged adamantine and the humans made contact with other worlds. Then this gorilla in a mechsuit showed up, started a nuclear war we didn't know we had the capacity to fight, and the rest is history. As for degenerate, that would be really very precise, were we at all related to your species, rather than created from the binary void in that state by the Blood God two and a half thousand years ago."
"Thank you, Ilye. Now, since Erelye clearly has a a better plan than mine, which mostly of "Stick DNA in magic vat, watch bloopy stuff happen, get many cloned alien babies.", I suggest you work with him on this one."
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
I Attack the Group of Keepers with a Steel Diamond Katana in order to get Experience
Total Damage so Far: 24000 Damage
Steel Diamond Katana Stats
Level 1
Damage 1500
Damage/Experience til Next level 0/50000
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.
Mozart's Beauty, 28/50
The Withering > Fine = Brine (Level 10: 3/11)
Cosmos' Tear > Fine = Hawking's Miss (Level 9: 3/10)
Plot Armor > Fine = Plot-Sensing Armor (Level 6: 7/7) Great Success! I equip it immediately.
After the immense explosive power of the Comb Rave has been successfully levied, I make a dash for the Iron Chest and open it to obtain it's contents, if I can, while remaining on higher ground. I thereafter proceed to immediately use the Dragon Ender to make an amethyst beacon in the sky, roasting no Vord type in particular. It isn't until a sudden armada of Endermen and an Ender Dragon come crashing through, all immensely hostile to the Vord for taking their home, that what I did and why becomes obvious. By this point, it is rather late to get a guard up-the Ender Dragon merrily crashes through the target while the Endermen use their powerful teleportation and frenzied clubbing to utterly drum the target, then leaving before even a single one is taken. I cover their escape with the Dragon Ender, burning the target and preventing it from pursuing. All-in-all, a bad day.
Naturally, the target is the Queen Bee first, then the High-Queen. Why not Fear instead, who is guarding said High-Queen? Well, considering the trend of Comb Raves and damage, it is likely my attack will do 100K damage, possibly 90K bare minimum. Either way, Fear has currently and almost definitely lost his position in the staying alive club. If he hasn't, I want my honey back this instant.
I duplicate a Potion of Panacea II
Shengshou 7x7 mini && Glitch-Proof Armor && Snipealarmer = Sevenalarm Armcannon (6/8)
Scribe's Wands && SCP-2046 && SCP-2300 = ??? (2/?)
Potion of Panacea count: 3
Potion of Panacea II count: 3
> Action: Differential Calculus Test
I type out a long test with the Testwriter, then write up "ꡏケ🏧 군" with the Unicoder and zap it at the test. This creates a gun that automatically fires tests. I then repeatedly zap the gun with the Unicoder. Eventually, there is one gun that fires guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire guns that fire tests, all automatic. In that time, a large number of tests have been fired at the Queen Bee and quintillions of tests are fired at the Queen Bee every second. Every test that is fired at the Queen Bee has to be solved before the next test arrives, or I pour 20,000,000,000,000,000 liters of fluoroantimonic acid on the Queen Bee!
> 05 Action: Cellular Automata Showcase: Brian 6 (B246/S6/3)
I lock onto Fear if it is still alive, the Queen Bee if Fear is dead, and the High Queen if the Queen Bee is dead.
I place a 45-degree rotated square with 2-block-wide corners around whatever I locked onto and watch it expand into a mess of dying and alive cells that constantly bombard whatever I locked onto with millions upon millions of spaceships and some breeders and puffers too. I clear the field of cells and concentrate for a bit. Suddenly, the target begins to feel intense pressure building up at four points in its body and intense internal pain. It feels like it's going to burst! And it does burst, with the same pattern exploding from inside it and tearing it apart!
Logic Cannon: 4/20
Remote Magnepulators: 7/10
Effslayer: 6/11
Diamondium Motorized Cart: 4/4 Complete!
==Actions==
Lothyra alchemizes Diamondium Motorized Cart -c Hover Module. She then points out that large dragons (Taken Fear) and the Queen Bee are also subject to the Square-Cube Law. FIRE AWAY (at those entities), SCIENCE CANNON! Then she gathers sacred items and summons UU Prime with UU Ultimatum. Bender fires iQuantimak, Bender's Gun, and Universal Aid in lockstep with his extra arms at the Croach, while UU Prime executes a difficult Ion Blaster x2 Combo on the Queen Bee.
==Anachron==
Lothyra facepalms.
I was referring to the fate of the Minecraftian elves! MY people! I was just making a comparison! I never insulted him! In fact, I am glad that this other elf has ascended above cannibalism and medieval stasis!
She then seems to quiet down.
Sorry about that outburst. I don't know what came over me. Normally I only flip out like that when someone makes a Critical Research Failure.
She looks concerned for a second, then starts muttering to herself.
What if... no. That's not it. I'm not regressing.
She then speaks up.
About the necessity of a womb... The Minecraftian elves altered themselves to have those. I can offer the genetic code for mine. It was one of the only body parts I didn't "upgrade." You can grow one with simple stem cell/cloning technology.
She turns back to the other elf.
I would like to know more about your world. It seems that Minecraftia may not be the only universe to have been created by a human programmer, if your story about the Binary God is true.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
Action 1/3
Unholy Assault: 30/50
Blood Pact: 15/20
Ethereal Calling: 5/50
I, wielding a demonic popsicle, harness its might to rain quadruple meteors unto Taken Fear.
Sword Damage: 148K/250K
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
I use Ender's End at the Taken FEAR.
I then open the Iron Chest.
The Southern Tundra IIIIII
SCP-2106 Complete!
Ace of Flames Complete!
Ace of Rocks 2/3
Ace of Daimonds && Bottled Air Magic
Anvil && Punch Card Shunt && Book and Quill && Name Tag && Paper 2/5
Can you describe it's properties?
Shieldroid 6/10
Dragonfly 19/20SCP-962 49/50Why can't you summon entities in the End? Most of my entities are From the End.
Does anyone know how to remove the green dot at the bottom left of your profile picture? Also, what do you think of my new one?