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No post today. I'm preparing for something big tomorrow.

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Wait, the "High queen" was an entity, right? ...RIGHT?

...RIGHT?

Well, I don't know what these entity's are, so I guess I'll just attack... uh... Fungus-Man? With Ragnarok, because the "High Queen" apparently isn't a very good test subject.

Alchemies:

None

Charges:

None

Inventory:

Here

PIT_ICARUS' TURN (2/3 Actions Remaining):
Kid Radd: 31/45
Kolma Arcs: 3/6
Raddhand + 2006 Claws = ??? (2/?)

I sue Overlord for stealing Dave. I somehow manage to send the lawsuit in such a way that it misses him by two miles and hits Epona Mk 2 at near lethal levels.

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No post today. I'm preparing for something big tomorrow.

Excuse me while I leverage the moment to unleash a "DUNH DUNH DUNH" of distressing proportions. 'Big' is not generally good around here...Unless you're the Anachron / the Preston Cole / the UOSS.
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Smash the Malice in the face with a stream of icy rocks.

Cirrusstrikers && Waterfists && Frostbiters (5/6)
HHydrahands && Cirrusstrikers && Kuncklerocks (4/7)


17/30 Vicious Overture
9/20 Deviljho

... DUN DUN DUUUUN.
...


The Battlefield, right now:

I finish my first aid, then sprint up to Redwalker at Mach 14 and stab hir/it with the Helbringers several tens of thousands of times in a second, then flip backwards, raise one of my alchemized firearms in each of my four available arms, and open fire, spraying cataclysm across the Foe and building a pile of spent casings behind me, which I lift into the air via psykewarp, heat to several billion degrees with Naetheric flame, and throw towards Redwalker at a reasonable portion of the constant.

Chargy, plusone-to-Erelye-y good stuff.


Anachron Cloning Biolabs, right now:

"Well then, H3, hit it."

"Certainly."

A swarm of nanites flood from the ventilation system, constructing a heavy sync-shunt to Erelye's machinery, which crackles with power for an instant before sending an info-rich backpulse to the Mainframe, which in turn sends a message to the Biolabs. The cloning vats undergo a slight modification in a cloud of nanitic fog, then both they and Erelye's contribution kick into deafeningly organic high gear, building ten thousand new Vetasians, slowly and in a rush of thaumotechnical integration.

"A question for you both; what inter3st migh7 you have in nanitic infusions for your race? Currently every member of my Crew carries at around a kilogram of nanites, and those expected to enter combat ten times as much. The things break down the body's biological waste, dead skin, etcetera, for fuel, can be disabled at any time if they become an issue, and offer a wide range of benefits, such as lengthened lifespans, greater strength, resistance to any number of ailments or injuries, but som3 dislike the idea, for whatever foolish reason."

"On an unrelated note, now i5 a good time to decide whether you want to be the undisputed and absolute rulers of your species, since past a certain point instilling loyalty is unreli4ble."

@twin: I must ask, why is it so horrible that amp have the spoil in the first place? I really don't care for the thing, I was just trying to get a cool finisher on the WB-Mech and used it a few times. I don't find the spoils all that useful, and amp's been playing a long time, but hasn't gotten one. I don't see the problem with it. Also, what happened to our 6th comb rave?
@everyone worried about the 'raptureladder' as insert called it: It isn't relevant to this game anymore, and it'll take piono a long time to climb it. Those swords are powerful, and it'll take stupidly huge amounts of soul-bonding and other forms of powering up to be able to use those weapons.

view: sanctified elf tears > fine
view: sacred blob > fine

On the battlefield: I am having an alignment switch again! Since Eric's most definitely a good guy, and was the reason piono was pretending to be AG in the beginning of the thread, his return means I'm AG again, and will be AG for the rest of the game.
The republic battleship leaves, heading back to the vale where the rest of Vriska's city was, and the UNSC ships all follow it, as they want no part in the fighting to come.
Eric alights on a ridge on the edge of the battlefield and sits down. Waiting, resting.

Wilson's Shop:
There is a light rapping at Wilson's door.
Hello? Wilson?
So this is the place you were talking about...

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==Anachron==

Hmm. The nanites sound like a capital idea... I've already enhanced myself with them. However, I have a question. Will the nannies be able to be transferred to a new Vetasian during reproduction? Or would they have to be manually injected into the infant elf? Also, about being the absolute rulers of the elves... temporarily, we may have to be despots. But after elven society is rebuilt? We might grow corrupted,

Lothyra gains a thoughtful expression upon her face. Maybe even melancholy. But she quickly hides it.

or our successors may be incompetent or brutal. I propose that after a certain period of reconstruction, we step down from the positions and instate a democracy much like Earth's United States of America, or all of Earth's First World countries, for that matter. However, I would want to implement some elements of the Earth's Nordic countries' social welfare system, like universal health care, a monetary "safety net," and other such progressive institutions.

Well, so am I.

Action 2/3

Unholy Assault: 35/50
Blood Pact: 20/20
Ethereal Calling: 10/50

Well, here it is.

I go up to the Godmodder quite calmly, a purple-and-red dagger in my hands.

"Hey, Richard, I have something that might interest you."

I hold out the Dagger as an offering, open to inspection.

"This is what I call the Dagger of the Blood Sacrifice. Slay 150,000 HP of your own entities' worth, and you shall be rewarded with 1 health point, to you. I shall grant you this regenerative dagger, but I ask one thing of you. I gift you with health restoration only if you grant me a double charge rate every other turn until the game ends. I can negotiate, and besides, you can't afford to not accept this offer, either. So, what'll it be?"

Okay, now you've become completely and totally selfish. He's holding my wine!

It's for my own needs. I told you you wouldn't like it.

At least you're honest.

Sword Damage: 148K/250K

You do know there are easier ways to get +2s, most of which don't result in us deciding to forcibly murder or KO you, right?
I suddenly get a message from some meta place, telling me I have the ability to beat up ninjatwist without any repercussions whatsoever. I proceed to run up to ninjatwist, clock him in the face, and riddle him with dice. The dagger then lands soundly in my hands, and I crush it into the much more manageable Turnabout Bracelet, giving me 1 HP every time I deal 50,000 damage worth to my own side. If I somehow fail to do so, I just carve up ninjatwist with it, and proceed to destroy the idea of the dagger. I then pull out the legendary ROLEPLAY SLAYER'S HALBERD, and run ninjatwist through, killing him. Hm. That was a bit less satisfying than I wanted it to be. Oh well, I guess I just suck at killing people in graphic detail. Not that that's a bad thing.

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You do know there are easier ways to get +2s, most of which don't result in us deciding to forcibly murder or KO you, right?

I second that.

And a third to that motion. I don't want the big G regenerating any more than we can help.

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A fourth as well. I apologize, but such actions would not only be incredibly foolish, but would aid nobody but the deal-maker in their endeavors. Besides, we could offer you +1-s regardless.

Seeing the pure idiocy involving Ninjatwist's actions, I decide to do something mildly harmful. This should be attributed to my third post, if it is indeed counted at all. I draw both the Hazel Wand, and Quasar's Nightcrawler. Pointing the bronze wand at Ninjatwist, I fire a bolt of violet sorcery at the fiend. Eldritch power emanates from the arcane spell as it rockets towards Ninja at a speed slightly exceeding that of light. Secondary blasts erupt from the wand at relativistic speeds. Needless to say, the spells hit almost instantly. They rend flesh from bone, evaporating him almost instantly. Or, rather, the top layers of his skin. Hah. Suddenly, Ninja feels an odd sensation within his bowels. After several agonizing moments of mild terror, a shape bursts out of Ninjatwist's stomach, thrashing and flailing wildly. It appears to be, upon closer inspection, to be a tentacle composed of mashed human bodies, slightly liquified. The tentacle feels off of the pain felt by the sudden creation of a gaping hole in Ninjatwist's abdomen, tearing at his body in a methodical fashion. Suddenly, elder ululations echo across the Battlefield. They reverberate around in Ninjatwist's skull. This adversely affects him, obviously. And, by that, I mean it grinds his ears to paste, and his brain to dust. I proceed to slash the Hazel Wand through the air. An arc of violet energy tears through reality with heretofore unforeseen fury, fusing oxygen into ozone as it travels towards Ninjatwist. The arc, upon nearing its target, suddenly and inexplicably congeals into a blast, which tears through Ninjatwist's chest, and out of his back, tearing his spinal chord, and leaving a gaping hole, this time directly through his entire body. As the blood inevitably leaks from the gaping wound, I twitch Quasar's Nightcrawler in the direction of Ninja. Hundreds of miniature black holes appear within the fiend, which I force together telekinetically. This forges a supermassive black hole, which I promptly restrain with all my might. It merely consumes the entirety of Ninja's organs, save his brain, with the intensity of a small star. I wave the scepter once more, and the black hole is banished to the edge of the universe, leaving the bowels of the fool nothing but a smoldering crater exuding toxic quantities of Flux Gas in copious amounts, killing any bacterial survivors in Ninjatwist as well. I place the scepter back in my inventory. Now merely wielding the Hazel Wand, I point it back in the direction of Ninjatwist. Arcane pulsations rocket across his form, tearing one of his appendages off instantly. I flash-step towards him, and flick the wand momentarily. A sword of pure amethyst magic appears in my open hand. In one clean slice, I sever his three remaining limbs, before flash-stepping behind him (carving a gash into his body as I do so with a laceration curse). The sword disappears in a flash of energy. The heat of this energy sears Ninjatwist, as well as blows a quarter of his body into utter oblivion with an explosion. With a thought, I telekinetically lift Ninjatwist's still-living body into the air. An optic blast, composed of violet psionic energy, spurts from my eyes, plowing into Ninjatwist, primarily in the area around the neck. I point the Hazel Wand at Ninjatwist's nearly unmoving body. The eldritch tentacle accosting him sees this as an adequate time to act drastically. As such, it snatches one of Ninja's eyes from his sockets. At this point, I proceed to cast an immobilization curse. Then, I slowly torture him with dozens of precise frost spells, before waving the wand in the direction of the bloody mass that was once a player, bereft of limbs and boasting only one eye, being devoured by the tentacle, blood leaking from his every orifice, or at least every single one that remains at this point, listening to his labored gasps for breath all the while. The tentacle promptly dissolves into a portal, taking the mass away, to the depths of the Void. The portal disappears. The tentacle, within the Void, continues to mangle Ninja's corpse for the rest of eternity, severing his head within five minutes. The Outer Gods keep him alive through the entire ordeal, despite his lack of a connected head, enjoying his eternal mutilation to an infinitely negligible extent. In fact, they do not enjoy it at all.

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And as we have consensus....

Suddenly, an armada of past and future versions of myself, summoned specifically for this purpose, arrive...

==In a Moment of Null==

"Okay, we're blocking ninjatwist before he can give the Godmodder that dagger. Go."

==The Present==

A million...No, a billion...No, even a TRILLION timecopies pop out and obliterate ninjatwist and his dagger by firing enough weapons that there is no spare space between them for even one more bullet. The concentrated power completely obliterates the entire chunk he's standing in, straight down to Bedrock...and even THROUGH the Bedrock.

"Just. NO."

I then HURL the dagger into the Void.

"No."

"NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, DO THAT AGAIN OR I SPAWNCAMP YOU."

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And a third to that motion. I don't want the big G regenerating any more than we can help.

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I fifth the motion. It's not happening, Ninjatwist, it is NOT happening.

With that said, before my actual 3rd action occurs, I take the time to rip the Shadow Citadel right off of it's hinges. Concerned inhabitants are dumped outside for their safety while I take the entire building, fly over to Ninjatwist, and in addition to the pummeling Net just gave him, take the whole thing and slam it atop him multiple times, with punctuated pounding in play for good measure.

"You! Are! NOT! Helping! Our! Sworn! Mortal! Ξnemy! You! Are! NOT! Going! To! Give! Him! ANY! Source! Of! Potential! Regen! You! Are! NOT! Going! To! Be! Tolerated! If! This! Keeps! Up! You! Are! NOT! Doing! That! Ξver! AGA|N!"

I then throw the entire building back into place, spot-on with where it was before. I then do 1000 rapid punches on Ninjatwist, each coated with Nytroglycerin (remember that?). Each punch sends him flying, forcing me to follow in a flashstep. Except I'm flying, so would that be a flystep? Who knows? After the 999th punch, I punch him straight down back onto the Battlefield, half-implanted into the dirt.

With that done, I draw Miscetis and trap him in an ultrablender. It shreds him apart within seconds, then shreds the shreds apart even faster. Then the Electric Blender Eneriges within start kicking in, shredding the shreds of the shreds even harder, and it keeps happening until Ninjatwist's reduced to subatomic particles.

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NINJATWIST YOU ****ING IDIOT

WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THE GODMODDER ANY WAY TO REGEN BY DEALING 150K DAMAGE WHEN HE COULD EASILY GET THAT IN TWO TURNS

WHY WOULD YOU TURN THE GAME INTO AN UNWINNABLE SITUATION FOR ANYONE

HOW DUMB YOU COULD GET

THIS IS THE BIGGEST IDIOT I'VE SEEN SINCE THE GUY WHO TRIED TO POST VORE ON MIIVERSE

Tricky, sensing an imbalance in the multiverse, notices an opportunity to beat on someone completely unhindered.
The clown suddenly shoots down from the sky and lands on ninjatwist in a flash of white light that blinds everybody, when the light fades, ninjatwist is a bloody mangled heap on the ground, and the knife has been broken into powder, spread out on the ground, spelling out the words: "Let's do it again sometime soon."

Also, try not to do any property damage to anything but the dagger, guys. Bit late for that though.

I nuke whatever remains of Ninjatwist and the dagger and their general surroundings into ash and slag for their sheer foolishness. Then hit the ashes with kinetic bombardment until they are embedded in the Mantle, at which point I summon an Eldritch Abomination to consume his soul, which I in turn have Zand kill with the Helbringers, trapping it and everything it has consumed in that cursed dimension for the rest of infinity. Or until somebody gets game-mechanic respawned, but that hardly counts.

Oh, and because I only posted like once all my stuff charges and Erelye gets stuff and stuff.

Kill bad stuff die. Dice and stuff. Chthonic Octave. KILL. DIE. BAD STUFF.

Welcome, welcome. I trust that none of you feel angered that I'm becoming the subject of a storypost. To be fair, I did warn you that I would hijack the story again a few days ago, and I was right. So as I said before, I welcome you all to this. Sit down in a chair and make yourself comfy. Or, if you must, feel the need to skip this entirely and watch your Game Master respond to all the actions you've made. I honestly don't care what you choose. But I feel that you all should give me a listen, even if I know that some of you won't, and possibly never have.


I suppose I should tell you all of how I'm back in action, a mystery that has been plaguing you ever since my "death". As you can see, I look better than ever, with this new red outfit. I've always been biased towards green, but I suppose red isn't a very bad color either. It certainly goes well with my new power source... But I'll get to that later. For now, I'll answer a question that some of you are no doubt wondering, and that is what is up with my hand.


It does look very intriguing, doesn't it? Modeled after the staff of my former employer, and in part created by the Employer himself. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you exactly what it does. But I will tell you that it is certainly very powerful, and not that all unlike the godarm of the Godmodder himself. And speaking of the Godmodder, I must know what in the multiverse he's getting himself into this time. At least I can view his exploits through this rather large wall, the Fourth Wall.


This thing is tied into the Narrative itself, allowing its viewers to see important events and locales throughout all of reality. The Walls of the Trifecta are mainly tied into other locations in the Trifecta itself, but at least there is a surplus of important events going on here, hee hee. Ah, the Ancestral Eye. No doubt the Godmodder has taken this from its perch by now, and most likely some of the other Ancestral Artifacts as well. An interesting development. But what of the other panels?


A random string of binary? Perhaps this is tied into the machinations of Project Binary, scourge of the Earth? Scourge mainly being an exaggeration, of course. Project Binary is all bark and no bite. At least, he is now. He won't be soon. I wonder what this says... Oh wait. I figured it out instantly due to my limitless intellect. I invite you all to do the same. Not instantly, of course. I doubt any of you can solve it that fast, certainly not as fast as I. I'll give you a few minutes to check it out. Go on.

I trust most of you have figured it out before reading this paragraph. Regardless, I'll start my little exposition on my life after the end. It began, well, after the end. For you, that would be a much more literal meaning, with the end being the End of Act 2. The end for me, was the end of my life. Or at least, the near-end of it. You all left me quite badly beaten, if you remember correctly. You even subdued poor strudelkitty as well... Just another pawn in this ever-expanding game of intergalactic chess.


The Employer plucked me off of Alternia's green moon and had me enter the Void, where he proceeded to inform me of how much of a pawn I was. After that, I knew that the timeline had deviated enough that my former role would no longer suit me. I had described myself never as an assassin, but a facilitator. Perhaps it was time for me to reverse that, or at the very least combine the two. As I was the facilitator of Lord English's arrival, I would now become the herald of the Employer's. I had already done this, in part, through the death of Build. I rested in the nothingness of the Void for what seemed like an eternity, until my strength had grown enough that I was revived and was deemed ready to fight once more.


Not content with my already existing power source, the Employer guided me across the Void and showed me this timeline's parallel of the Green Sun: the Red Sun. The Red Sun is in many ways a duplicate of the Green Sun: both are around the mass of two universes, and both grant First Guardians their powers. The Red Sun, however, powered a more devious set of First Guardians, namely, Split. And soon, I. If I was to return to battle, I would need a better power source, the Employer reasoned. And so it was that I became one with the scarlet inferno.


I will not lie to you, the process was not a pleasant one. In effect, my entire essence was removed and I became merely an incredibly vulnerable mannequin as the Green Sun was stripped from me and the Red Sun entered. And once it did, I felt my power return, and much more. Somehow, much, much more. Once the process was complete, I had undergone a change. More and more dark spots were rapidly becoming clear, as if light was rapidly pouring into my head. And in a literal sense, it indeed was. I was ready to become the right-hand man of the Employer.


My first task was to infiltrate the Psi-Godmodding War. You all should remember how I accomplished this, that is, if you read the Ancestor Parable back in the second Intermission. It was quite simple, really. Reverse-engineering the bevy of TIE-Fighter technology left over from your own war and applying it to the Psi-Godmodding War didn't prove difficult. In fact, I already had knowledge with TIE-Fighters, what with partially constructing the TIE-Hivemind. I had them all create a machine that allowed me to enter relatively undetected, and also contain the parts for another machine I would create later.


But, as I said earlier, you all know this by now. Or at least should. I ended up entering the War in the Arctic, and the orb I used to get there was in part created due to the prophecies of the Spelunker. If you remember, he went quite crazy after taking a look into the Black Monolith. I ended up talking to several of the combatants of the War and got them to help fuel the creation of my ultimate weapon: my second great task as an assassin.


The weapon would do two things upon execution: one, it would shatter the Hexahedron and create the Glitch. Two, it would bring the Employer into the Trifecta. My plans to fully execute the weapon were foiled by Gemini, TwinBuilder's Ancestor. He was able to prevent the Glitch from being summoned at the cost of his own life. It's funny, in the First War, TwinBuilder ended up creating the Glitch. Looks like the roles ended up being reversed. Regardless, I was cost an arm.


I ended up gathering the sacred items the Psi-Godmodder had used to create the First Terrors and assigned them to the constellations in the hope that he would recover them, an act that he ended up doing upon his banishment from Minecraftia. They ended up becoming the Ancestral Artifacts, and would all pass into the hands of The_Serpent before being cast out from her body. There, they were teleported to various points in the server and formed temples to protect themselves. (Of course, Piono ended up in the possession of the Gunpowder, but that has been dealt with.)


Once I left the war, I wandered across the Void, preforming various tasks since I had ensured the Employer passage to the Trifecta. I ended up gifting the Quills of Echidna to TheLordErelye, creating One Winged Angel Kirby Soul, and most importantly, talking to the four players of Sburb. I was their help and their guidance where they had none, and served as this until very recently, as you all have seen.


And that should bring us up to today. After informing the Heir of the Scratch, it was time for me to attend to more important matters, as my next task as the gunman of the Employer was at hand. In fact, it's what I'm working on right now. You all have the pleasure of watching me. It should be at the flipside of the Fourth Wall... Ah. Here.


There it is. The First Block. This artifact is what powered the Fourth Wall and reconstructed it, at the cost of severe and nearly irrepairable damage to the very code of GodCraft. It served your purposes well and to the letter, so don't complain. And it will continue to serve the purposes of others, even to this day. Let's see, I should have a spare copy of the Quills somewhere around here. Ah, yes. There we go.


These are incredibly useful tools, really. These Quills can tap into the very energy of creation, and, when used in conjunction with a Scratch Construct, can miraculously become the exact opposite of a creator: a destroyer. And yet, they remain a creator at the same time, bringing new life in death. These Quills will serve to bring new life in me, if all goes well. Now let's see. A complete Scratch is unnecessary, as all I have to do is remove the Disc. So with that in mind...


This should do.




And there we have it. The Disc of Mojang is now in my possession, thanks to a particularly focused ray from these trusty Quills. I now have a very powerful artifact in my possession, and I know exactly what to do with it... But first, let's have a look at this Disc.


You really did quite a number on it, didn't you? It's virtually unusable like this. It seems that the Scratch caused a great deal of excess to enter this Disc, damaging it in the process. I will have to fix it, but it will not take long. This is, thankfully, a minor misstep. You all will be able to witness what I do with this in due time.


For now, I will bid you all adieu. The disc will be healed in time for the coming Trials, no doubt about that... So I hope you are all prepared. I would wish you all good luck, but luck doesn't matter in a timeline where victory is next to impossible.