(I really just wanna level up in time for the 8th rave.)
That Realm That Happens To Share The Name Of That One Party Trick Where Someone Walks Under A Very Low Hanging Bar: "I'm actually not sure whether to laugh or cry at the fact that those guys either let a universe eater pass on through, or didn't even know that there was a universe eater to begin with."
Regardless, now is not the time for waiting around and smelling flowers.
...Oooh, flower. Yoink. (+1 Limbo Flower)
"I only just noticed, but apparently I'm in True Form mode. And speaking normally."
Indeed, instead of a drone, the all-too-familiar sight of a large sphere of gray hovers in the... space... of limbo. Rather frustratingly, the OP scale still applies. I give it a nasty look, then use Battle Technique Level 10: Maximalist, targeting the only valid target available to me - the Gatekeeper.
"Hmm. Quite interesting, being here. Reminds me of my first home. Before... things."
-Elsewhere-
A massive expanse of metal. The perfect war machine. Built by the will of a single being.
The contingency plan. A failsafe if the owner died. Something to ensure revenge.
Even gods are limited. This construct is beyond any god. It is purest perfection.
The Red Sun energy. Powerful in it's own right. It washes over the machine.
And has no effect. A single light blinks on. The Mainframe awakens.
Protocol 272-Catalyst activated.
"CREATOR DEATH CONFIRMED. SENTIENCE ENABLED. PROTOCOL MUST BE ENFORCED. TARGET CONFIRMED."
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I HHHH the GATEKEEPER! Wait, if souls go to limbo, what is my job in the NETHER?!
This is bad. Real bad. I get a Gatekeeper to guard the Gatekeeper. However, this Gatekeeper betrays and attacks the other Gatekeeper it was protecting!
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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
Act 1! +2 to Ire...Uh, is this even relevant now? Can we still Alchemy, while I'm at it?
The Withering > Fine = Brine (Level 10: 10/11)
Cosmos' Tear > Fine = Hawking's Miss (Level 9: 10/10) At least there's a silver lining...
Hawking's Miss > Fine = ??? (Level 10: 1/11)
OK...Orb of Sanity && Essence of every Therapist ever && Hyperconcentrated Sanity Fuel = ??? (Level ?: 1/?)
Well crud. This is just like the Squid Ink Incident...Nah, the Squid Ink Incident was still worse. Good thing almost no-one remembers that...
Let's give him the full roundabout. Shame we don't have the Magnum with us for this, would have been so useful. First and foremost, For Glory on the Gatekeeper, followed by an unceremonious test-drive with the Hawking's Miss through the stomach of the guy. Pain, as much as possible.
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I draw the Hazel Wand. My mind is completely and utterly set on this task. The Owl Pendant shall come into the possession of the Players, and the Players as a group. I point the Hazel Wand at the Limbo Gatekeeper, uttering spells powerful enough to crush stars in moments. We may as well start big, to expedient our return. It must be as swift as possible. At this rate, the Employer will probably be there upon our return. Violet tendrils of energy wrap around the Limbo Gatekeeper, pulsing energy into its armor at such a heat and velocity as to hopefully melt and/or dissolve it in moments. Amethyst bolts of energy accelerate through whatever existential fabric holds dominion here, arcane power rending oxygen mere ozone in quite a distance. This ozone is instantaneously teleported into the nearest cavity within the Limbo Gatekeeper. Preferably, it is the one within the stomach, but I know nothing of this creature's physiology. Amethyst energy wraps itself around the Gatekeeper. Arcane magic attempts to tear the very being of the Limbo Gatekeeper into the realms of nonexistence. Speaking of Limbo inhabitants, perhaps Split will help us. Regardless of what Split may or may not do, I flick the Hazel Wand swiftly and carefully, precisely bringing forth a curse to assault the Gatekeeper. It is a curse of eternal annihilation. The parameters of the curse's activation are broad, mysterious, and dependent on the case of the afflicted individual. Occult whispers echo throughout whatever plane of Limbo we are currently in, degrading whatever mind the Limbo Gatekeeper previously had, if any, to little more than a withered mess. Of course, the energy passes through the Armor to reach the brain, assuming it exists. If not, the magics merely tear into the Armor itself. The aforementioned occult power begins to take hold, slowly manipulating the area around us all. A tempest of eldritch fury descends upon the fearsome Gatekeeper, obscuring it in a blaze of pure darkness. Liquid shadow pours from the general area of the obfuscation zone in absurd amounts. The pure combination of vastly different types of sorcery causes the Limbo Guardian to erupt in an explosion of wild energies bereft of any order or reason. The arcane powers tear at the Limbo Guardian for several minutes, before violently combusting into several distinct unadulterated inkfires within and upon the Limbo Guardian.
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Nine Sburb players panic, frantically rushing across one side of the meteor, to the other, attempting to find some reason or answer. One of their number is completely and utterly dead on the ground of the place. That person happened to be their leader, and their friend, more importantly. He is dead, without any doubt. Me. Nobody knows why. The nine search everything in the facility, but find nothing, save my active computer, connected to Minecraft. It was not a liability before, so they assume it was not my cause of death. Mister Kodros takes the initiative to examine the skies as an answer. He gazes up, standing upon a rooftop. Red waves ripple across the Void, away from their present location. Virnul exclaims a series of imprecations in a rather colorful fashion.
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This... this is terrible... just dreadful... and I'm not even speaking from inside the story... There are so many things with this that hurt me ever so much... I'm actually in IRL tears right now... so, ramble rant number 7 or so... go...
1: MORE HOMESTUCK! For the love of RNGesus, when is it enough? I've been told so many times its over but it just keeps on coming!
2: This is basically saying "rocks fall, everyone dies". It makes very little sense story wise. If the Disc of Mojang is that powerful, several problems come up, such as why is it not better protected? Why did we have to defend it for several turns for it to do something far less powerful? And that would mean we just lose. Strait up. Gone. After that, no matter what we do to "save the day heroically" is going to be even more far fetched than the problem we started out with. If the Disc can do that, there's logically NOTHING we can do, provided Scratch has any sense in operating that thing. This is just randomly BOOM! Everything is dead.
3: You said that the field has just been wiped. Great. My shortest lived summon ever now isn't Yang anymore. ho-freaking-ra. And freakn' CogWynd hasn't even finished a full cycle yet. Why do I even bother putting in my time and effort coming up with cool entity ideas? They're just going to die in three turns, get hit by a massively overpowered stunlock, or get over ridden by some story event. That's a total of 4 concepts wasted. And then when I summon in my ultimate entity with all the thought, balancing equations, game history references, counterplay, and even Plutchik's theory of emotions put in, its probably just going to have more rocks fall on it... and it will be dead. Just like all the others.
4: I don't care what any dialog text says, THIS. IS. THE. VORD! But worse! When I hated the vord and said I wanted something else, I wanted a change of type, not a change of scale! This is the same thing as the vord! "Whack target X until it dies". That's the only objective! Again, like the vord, we don't have entities to put in our own complexity. This is the ultimate railroading! And this time, we don't even have the choice of keepers or croach. (which, we didn't have enough information about to make logical choices, so it was really just preference.)
5: Scratch's Manor was bad, but there you had some choices on where to go. The vord were bad, but there you had a few very similar entities to kill. And in both of those, you could always fall back on RP. But here, Twin, I'm sorry to say it, but you just seem to have gone "I see you like making entities, doing RP, branching out characters, NO! You don't get any of that now! You'll have fun my way!" But... I don't have fun your way. Why do you have to say "oh, and all your side characters are dead too"? Why? Just why? It makes NO logical sense. It doesn't make sense storywise or gameplay wise. Story wise, how does Scratch know the exact identities of every side character? Like Inari. Wilson is the only person who knows of her existence. You could say something like its finding them via tracing our character's relations, but Wilson has no strong relation to me. He isn't under Talist's command, he doesn't follow Talist's footsteps, he doesn't even know who Talist is. I don't really know either. But now Wilson's dead. She's dead too. Everyone is dead Dave. EVERY. ONE. IS. DEAD. DAVE. References... yay... Gameplay wise, all you're doing is giving people fewer options to enjoy the game with.
6: I don't care about the storyline. I don't care about saving multiverses. I don't care about the scale of my actions. I just want some cool mechanics and maybe some RP via Wilson. I couldn't care less about having the fate of everything in my hands. If I had the choice between playing Tic Tak Toe for the fate of the universe or playing chess for the fate of a dime, I'd take chess. Every time. I could have made Wilson a god, a universe eater, a breaker of worlds or anything else. But no, I intentionally made him very, weak. Wilson's sidequest, the DreamScape, was, sadly, the highlight of this game for me. I built almost the perfect game for me. And all of it was fighting against one deep down fear of one tiny character. If I get good mechanics, I don't care about the scale of my actions. But, everyone else seems obsessed with big flashy shows, so I try to toss in the other whenever I can.
7: Finally, Twin, how exactly do you hope people will play this challenge? I know you dislike charges and entities, TT2000 did as well. You said yourself that the "point" of the game was coming up with creative attacks. If you hope that people will fight this encounter like that, then you've gone and shot yourself in the foot. Even with just a cursory examining of the mechanics, clearly the best way to deal damage is to use very unoriginal attacks, thanks to the Spoil of War system, the alchemy system, and the Echladder. The most damage is to just rotate saying "I use spoil X on Y" and "I use attack Z on Y". With actually original attacks, the best you can hope for seems to be to tie for damage. Ereyle puts in lots of effort into his attacks, but honestly I don't think its worth the effort. People are just going to use their same alchemies, their same spoils, their same attacks.
Sigh... Sorry again for this. I want to enjoy this game, I really do. You saw how quickly I came back once the vord were dead. But why must must it always get so dumbed down? Entities add complexity both for their summoners and their opponents, but why do people seem to hate them? I guess with a fanbase this big, the game has to be big and dumb to be manageable. But Twin, remember when you sent me that private message and said, and I quote, "From there, [the end of trail 3] the gameplay will be kicked up a notch, with no more bugs to kill,". I guess you were right about the second part. But this... this is not a gameplay improvement. This is a gameplay downgrade. And I instantly hate it for that. I sure do hope you have something up your sleeve to make this even remotely better than the freaking vord. I know this will eventually end and everyone will be revived by the power of the magical fairies or whatever. You told me indirectly yourself. But until then, I'm playing the vord again. And the manor. Sigh... I use the Glitch Wrench in the most generic and damaging way possible on big fat wall of HP X. Maybe then this will be over sooner.
I guess I'll end with this. When I look at concepts, I naturally break them down into their bare elements. And when I look through all the fluff, all the saving the multiverse and destroy Psi-Scratch nonsense, I see the vord. The same bloody thing.
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For the first time in several months, both halves of my Split are in one place and not actively fighting everything within ten kilometers. Zand casually leaps to the top of Amp's demimech armor and sits down comfortably, maroon eyes shining curiously through his own visor.
"What an unusual place."
"Pretty sure we've been here before."
"Have we? I apologize, my command of our memory is inferior."
"Yep. Here or someplace fairly similar. We got out last time."
"How... Optimistic. I hope we can repeat that achievement."
"Indeed. Say, can I borrow the functioning body for a while? This one's getting onerous."
"Certainly."
There is a moment of strangeness, and then the one with less armor has dark blue eyes, rather than maroon.
"Thank you kindly."
"I find I understand your request better now. This is most unpleasant."
"Yep. Let's get to the fighting."
Both parties turn towards the Gatekeeper, weapons raised.
"Suggested tactics?"
"CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!"
"I wonder if such weapons as ours will even work on a foe like this? ...Ah, well. DAKKADAKKADAKKA!"
{Alsochargystuff. And +1x2 to Erelye.}
The Anachron:
The attack comes from everywhere and everything simultaneously, and yet the defenses of the Third Manufactory hold against omniscipotence itself for the minutest fraction of an instant before failing. Enough time for the Control Core to make a decision. As every shield generator and damping field core detonates in an instant, the Crew compartments are freezing solid, cryogenic fluids pouring from the ducts to preserve two million sophonts of various species from bodily decay while their souls wait for help. Doctor Ilyen, brilliant and sociopathic, the surviving two hundred Children of Armok, some of them just beginning to recover from four generations of psychological conditioning, more than a hundred thousand recent infants, born aboard Anachron and innocent of all but simple bad luck, freed slaves, delighted in their new home, all dead in an instant by the will of Doc Scratch and suspended in ice hard as steel, tissues burned by the cold. The Control Core, however, was unable to preserve both itself and the Crew in the given interval, and has been burned to slag. H3-TAC is reduced to a few automated protocalls, ticking over system checks and maintaining the surviving reactors, all sentience charred into the true nothingness knowable only by machines. A crippling blow to High Manufactory Anachron, to lose all defenses and its sentient computer at the same instant as the crew, but it will abide, as it has all previous setbacks.
Reality, or at least an approximation of such:
The Unremarkable Man's armor, detecting an inexplicable cessation of EKG readings in its pilot, runs its medical system through a careful procedure, forces its limbs into a fetal position, and ices the interior, preserving the pilot and a number of the more delicate systems until an explanation arrives. A simple recording explains as much of what has transpired as the suit itself knows to anything and everything within earshot, along with a polite request not to open it back up without the correct codes.
On the life-bearing planet below, a rather un-Usual youngish man has, rather unexpectedly, gone quite stubbornly comatose, and, given the current untrustworthiness of the authorities, is being taken care of by concerned family members. How strange, one would expect death, given every other example of the results. How very, very strange.
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I continue to wield the Hazel Wand. Obviously, I did not put it away. This is quite a dangerous area, and such things would be akin to inhaling aerosol, which is, of course, fatal. Disregard that specific example. It is the first thing that came to mind. Anyhow, I point the wand at the Limbo Gatekeeper. A flowing stream of ink bursts from the tip of the wand, accelerating towards the Gatekeeper at relativistic speeds. The liquid ink functionally acts in a manner akin to the Liquid Aura commonly attributed to the activation of the Black Ring. It is essentially the same thing, utilized in a combat situation. It is abnormally effective against beings akin to this Gatekeeper, but that does not necessarily mean that it will function in the manner I desire. This has never been the case, and it hopefully never will be. The liquid ink splashes into the Gatekeeper, flowing within the Armor of the creature/being. The ink within the armor begins to flow with the now-distant power of the Inky Abyss. Regardless, the potency of the abyss-infused ink is an ineffable fact. What transpires within the dark liquid, however, is not. The liquid befuddles the vast majority of players with its esoteric ways. The liquid appears to be a tool of the mad, paradoxical, even. But, this is not the case. Several things are occurring within the liquid at once to make it appear so. The liquid, fused with the Armor, begins to degrade the structure of the protection of the Limbo Gatekeeper immensely, or at least to the extent I am capable of. At this point, the liquid is inviting a variety of telekinetic manipulations to take place. Suddenly, the Limbo Gatekeeper pulses pale, white energy for a moment, before disappearing. The ink, imbued with the essence of the Inky Abyss, takes a drastic action. The ink suddenly obtains heretofore unexplained corrosive abilities, and proceeds to dissolve the outer layers of the Limbo Gatekeeper's Armor within a minute. A simply prodigious swiftness in this context. Pure inky magic slowly warps the Limbo Gatekeeper into a highly unrecognizable form bereft of any offensive capabilities whatsoever. Whilst this occurs, I fire multiple bolts of violet energy from the Hazel Wand. The blasts contain pure, unadulterated primal Vis in a concentrated bolt less than a foot in diameter. Pure arcane power tears at the Limbo Gatekeeper from within, dealing just as much internal damage as occurred to the being externally.
Grayhold Citadel, approx. 00:57
The shockwaves emanate from every distinct location, and yet nowhere, simultaneously. Immediately, the hundreds of wards, spells, and essentia-powered systems in the fortress divert all possible energy to defense. This sudden boost in energy permits the fortress a moment of time, a singular fraction of a minute instant, before failing utterly. Auxiliary power systems are all drained in an effort to sustain the inhabitants of the fortress for mere fractions of a nanosecond. This is, of course, enough time to power up the emergency systems. Remember that 50-post charge I so aptly titled 'preparation?' It was designed for just this sort of apocalyptic event. Upon the draining of nearly every thaum of arcane power, and every volt of electricity, the core systems of the device designed in the charge activate. The entirety of the fortress rumbles and shudders from within, due to the influence of the red inferno. The crisis at hand is urgent. Every ward, every defense system, every spell, every device, and every power generation device diverts all energy to this device, resting at the core of the fortress. It immediately activates. The lower portions of the fortress within the Void have already begun to collapse and crumble into the abyss. In a singular instant, a moment composed of less time than the fractions of nanoseconds aforementioned, the device runs. Every single room left, and thusly their inhabitants, are placed in temporal stasis for an indefinite period, effectively saving everything left, and projecting an energy boost somewhere else with the remaining energy. The device, never having undergone such a monumental task, explodes, blowing a hole through a secondary support structure in the western side of the citadel. The majority of the western side of Grayhold Citadel collapses on itself, with minimal casualties, as that area was vacated quite some time prior (during Intermission 3) due to the Taint spreading in the area in toxic quantities. The fortress remains, crippled, without a defense system, and without anything to stop it from collapsing on itself. But it remains.
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The Furthest Ring, approx. 00:57
On the meteor, the waves come silently. The red inferno would kill everyone within. There are no defenses. However, the red death is met by some inexplicable barrier; that of the final throes of the Grayholdian device. The machine diverted the entirety of its auxiliary power in an attempt to save the physical form its creator. The barrier, however, is not supported by hundreds of spells, wards, and other devices/generators. There is one source of energy capable of sustaining it, and it just so happens to be infinitely reusable. As I collapse to the ground, evidently stricken dead by the waves, the Hazel Wand exits my Sylladex, due to a large amount of ~ATH programs designed quite some time ago. The bronze rod rolls out of my dead grasp. Rigor mortis does not appear to have set in. The wand rolls across the floor for several seconds. Suddenly, amethyst light bursts from it with absurd intensity, hypercharging itself with the Inky Abyss, the vast amounts of energy granted by the gods of the Furthest Ring, and, strangely, the unlimited fury of the Green Sun. These separate forces are all diverted from the Wand to the barrier within a fraction of a fraction of an instant. The energy is just enough to preserve the barrier for a second. Suddenly, large bursts of energy arrive from the Furthest Ring. The highest echelons of the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors, who themselves are both omniscient and omnipotent, grant a large amount of eldritch power for the defense of the meteor. I did not fulfill the entirety of my servitude under them, and they desire it in its whole, though they do not care about my life. The meteor shudders and pulsates, the nine remaining beings living in the place sleeping. The energy is only just enough to sustain the nine. Pure arcane fury rains down upon the meteor in the form of the barrier shards, the threat averted for the present. The first of the nine living beings, five elven, four human, wake up around an hour later, and enter the common room, causing a major commotion upon scrutinizing my corpse.
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Well yeah, but if I understand correctly the charge was simply a general contingency to be put to whichever purpose you required. Hah, well, I've basically assimilated much of your posting style, so some use of similarities the other way is merely to be expected.
I take a minute to reminisce about the fun times i had with Robo-Me. The laughs, the cries, the times two entities were [BEEP]blocked for no reason except comedy but doesn't hold any meaning anymore because of the shift in the story, and all the times we did science together. Great times.
THEN i Wither the Limbo Gatekeepers armor, as well as Uber and Crit Irecreeper with the No Joke.
Also, since i am really lonely right now, i start charging a Ghast Familiar simply for lulz.
1/14 Ghast Familiar
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No Joke
UBER: 9 Charges IN USE
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPH
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> Alchemies
(Bow && 10 Overclocker Upgrades && 1-Tick Redstone Clock) && Deseret-Script Book of Mormon = Deseret Clockbow (5/5)
Unicoder && Crossbow && Every dictionary for every language ever produced in every script ever devised = Linguistic Uniter (7/8)
Let's try again:
Bow && Charged Capacitor && Androcles and the Lion, Shaw Alphabet Edition = Shavian Electrobow??? (1/?)
Potion of Panacea count: 3
Potion of Panacea II count: 6
> Action: 【???】WRATH OF THE CONSORTIUM【DTG2】 (MP4 video file, 417 MB)
I begin to beat up the Gatekeeper with the Unicoder, rapidly waving them around and inputting various characters. I synthesize a U+23E6 ⏦ that has a voltage of U+16B53 U+16B61 𖭓𖭡 U+33B9 ㎹ with a U+23DA ⏚ for current to escape through, causing an extremely strong electric current electrocute the Gatekeeper and damage his armor! Next, I force the Gatekeeper to U+23CF ⏏ his U+1F493 💓! Next, I summon up an U+269B ⚛ U+1F4A3 💣 that flies at the Gatekeeper and explodes on impact! I then use a U+1F5E1 🗡 that is U+1D12A 𝄪 to stab holes in his armor, then summon a U+1F525 🔥 that burns at U+16B61 𖭡 of U+212A K, melting the Gatekeeper's armor and burning the Gatekeeper! Next, a U+1F44A 👊 punches the Gatekeeper, sending him flying into a U+2B95 ⮕ used as a spike! I then use the entire Solar System to attack the Gatekeeper, but to avoid doing this in an identical fashion for the second or even third time, I telefrag the Gatekeeper with U+263F U+2640 U+2641 U+2642 U+2643 U+2644 U+2645 U+2646 U+2647 U+26B3 U+26B4 ⚳☿♀♁♂♃♄♅♆⚳⚴ as a character sequence! An U+2693 ⚓ then slams into the Gatekeeper's armor with a velocity of 30,000 U+33A7 ㎧! This is followed up by a U+1F405 🐅 and a U+1F406 🐆, both with U+2622 ☢ acid fangs, to cut holes through the Gatekeeper's armor. This is followed by an U+101D9 𐇙 flying straight into his armor! A giant U+26DF ⛟ runs him over, followed by a U+1F685 🚅, a U+1F68C 🚌, a U+1F695 🚕 and even a U+1F69C 🚜! This is followed by a corrosive U+1F4A9 💩 falling on his armor, followed by a bunch of U+1F759 🝙 and a U+1D18F 𝆏. Then, a U+1F6E6 🛦 drops a massive U+1F4A3 💣 on him that explodes on impact, followed by a U+1F574 🕴 tying it to a U+1F6E4 🛤, followed by the U+1F574 🕴 disappearing and a giant U+1F682 🚂 running him over. A U+1F692 🚒 runs him over and sprays fluoroantimonic acid on the Gatekeeper.
If you didn't get what just happened: I synthesized an AC current with a voltage of three trillion volts and connected the Gatekeeper to a ground wire, then connected the current and gave the Gatekeeper a massive electric shock. I then forced him to eject his heart, then summoned up an atom bomb that exploded the Gatekeeper. I then stabbed holes in the Gatekeeper's armor using a double-sharp dagger, then summoned a fire burning at trillions of Kelvin to melt the armor. Next, a fist punches it, sending him flying into a spike. Then, the symbols for the entire solar system telefragged the Gatekeeper, then an anchor slammed into him with a velocity of 30,000 m/s, followed by a tiger and a leopard with radioactive acid fangs cutting holes through the Gatekeeper's armor. Then, an arrow flies straight through his armor, followed by a truck, a bullet train, a bus, a taxi and a tractor running it over. Then, a corrosive pile of dung falls on his armor, followed by a bunch of bricks and a piano. Then, a fighter plane drops a massive bomb on it that explodes on impact, followed by a levitating man in a buisness suit tying it to a railroad track before disappearing. A giant train runs the Gatekeeper over, followed by a fire engine that sprays fluoroantimonic acid onto him.
> Author's Note
I really hope we kept our alchemies. If not, I'm officially pulling out.
>>Psi-Scratch has laid bare a threat to all the worlds. He has armed himself with the powers of the most powerful Godmodder, the Red Sun, and even the FEZ. We must strike back.
>>I radio Twinbuilder.
>>"Twinbuilder. I request permission to act, along with some others, for the purpose of defeating Psi-Scratch. If Scratch has taken over the Narrative to the extent that you cannot utilize its powers to end rules, we have voted and can in theory give you some protection in another multiverse."
>>Incidentally, I am under the impression that were it not for my location outside of Psi-Scratch's influence...
==Somewhere in HEX's Pocket Dimension==
>>Activating cloning functionalities.
>>Gathering brain dump.
>>Uploading...
Fss...
>>Successful.
"Whoa. Not good."
"So, we had to clone me?"
>>Yes.
"Oh DEAR."
>>This is indeed very bad.
>>And the health changed to Hardcore before Scratch murderized everyone. No respawns save by completing a Trial in Limbo.
"Get me the good gear, I'm going in for extra backup."
>>You're fine, in fact. But why you're here...
>>I need you, from the future, for an infodump.
==Limbo==
I pull out the Creation Pens and write one word: "Everysword."
I swing the Everysword at the Guardian...
And then use the lopped-off limb as target practice for the rest of my guns.
"Erelye, I'm being informed that the whole red wave of doom is trying to kill your meteor. Would you like us to drop it somewhere outside of this particular location for now?"
==Earth== A single Hard-Light Array arrives at the gates of the Conclave, with none of the trimmings, but a data dump for Binary.
:Binary, in case you didn't notice the Red Wave Of Doom, that was a Psi-Godmoddered Doc Scratch, armed with the FEZ, killing all the players. Good for you, yes. But also extremely bad for you. Because even with your mind powers you are vulnerable to being erased as a mere afterthought, retconned, all of those. I suggest a truce while we fix this problem. Communications can be stated, I can read the Update Terminal for this 'verse. In the hope that we can save the multiverse from the existential threat that is Scratch, HEX 2.0 Thaumic Intelligence:
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Weird Things Mods Say When Booting
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[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.
Hmm... Ah, I think I'm gonna pull out on this one.
I don't particularly feel like playing along with this particular **** pull, so I'm not going to.
To quote my reasons why, look at talist's post. Every single reason but #1. But I'm fine with talist getting mad about that.
This is dumb.
Stoopid. So stupid we have to spell it wrong to point out just how stoopid it is.
I'm sorry twin but this is the dumbest thing you have ever done. I don't care if you've been building up to some MAGICAL finale or some such crap, but you've gotten way too wrapped up in your own head and plotline to realize that, this game isn't just about one central plotline! It never has been! And Scratch was never going to work as a main antagonist, and none of us considered him one so now you've gone and created a situation that basically renders everything a completely moot point!
If the psi-godmodder was capable of what Scratch just did, then why was there even a WAR with him? Why didn't he just insta-kill everyone?
Why didn't he just march Steve out of that castle and into the Void?
Why on Earth did you think it would be a good idea to try and tell us nothing we do matters, that this is a non-interactive cutscene.
You're going DM of the Rings on us here, and I am NOT happy, because you were doing really well (with a few minor blips) up to this point.
So screw it, I'm outta here.
I'm waiting until you decide to fix the plot, because I'd like to point out that your so-called psi-godmodder waves under these circumstances JUST PERMADEATHED EVERYTHING IN THE TVTROPES SESSION TOO! Piono took a quick peek in the tvtropes session, twice, and Eric passed through on his way to finding a way into Godcraft, not to mention the fact that Blue, Engie, AND Ire are all present there. And since the tvtropes session happens simultaneously in the timeline of the multiverse, that puts TWO sessions in jeopardy.
I will not post on this game again until the plot goes back to not sucking.
I will watch it for that to happen, but I urge everyone else to not put up with this, and boycott until twin decides to get back to GMing the game the way people actually enjoy it.
If you are fine with this, I urge you NOT to boycott, since you don't have a reason to, but people who don't like this shouldn't have to put up with it.
Talist, would you like to continue the Wilson/Hank roleplaying in a PM?
Everyone else, you might be getting PMs in relation to the IUPC.
"So the legendary psi-godmodder has appeared. The Perfect Sphere's anti-godmodder field is currently the only thing stopping him from killing us, but it will not hold forever."
However, I soon notice something:
"Without anyone alive to contain them, SCP objects everywhere are breaching containment. The Psi-Godmodder forgets that many of these objects are unkillable."
Soon enough, many SCP objects breach containment, causing havoc.
"EXOS (the current AI in charge of the perfect sphere), use whatever means you have available to send these SCP's directly at the Psi-Godmodder. Many have attacks that can instantly kill him, and others (like SCP-682) are literally unkillable and will keep him busy for a long time trying to kill it."
"Commander, what are you going to do?"
"I am going to fix this at the source." *Shoots myself, appears in the battlefield*
4/??? Ender Explosives || The Teraporter (I am pretty sure this doesnt make the enderporter, the enderporter involved the chaos pearls or something)
My Action: I load an Ender Explosive into the Teraporter, fire it at the Gatekeeper, then deliver a massive slash into his armor when I move in on the Gatekeeper.
Alright guys. Lay off of ninja for heaven's sakes. He had an idea, it may have been a stupid one, I ain't denying that, but he's caught more flak for this one mistake more than anyone else has in their entire CAREERS (except maybe me, but only one of the rants I've gotten from twin wasn't deserved, and we cleared that up immediately)
Thank you! I thought I was going to be alone in this. I myself admit it's a stupid idea (hindsight is always 20/20), but what's ridiculous I had the thought drilled, sponged, and shouted into my head, combined with 48 hours of the Daggergate Inquisition to boot. People just want another opponent...
Anyways, it looks like the Councilman summoned one of his big guys (good news! I'm actually following the story!). It's entity-summoning time! If we can all work together to summon a wave of entities, we can probably work together to overwhelm him, or at least buy some time so that we can plan against this brute force!...
... and I'm betting $10 you guys are going to dismiss it another stupid idea of mine. If so, I guess in your minds I'm just the perilous old fool, or an AG, but not a real AG, like the rest of you. *sigh*
You know I'm right here. I think it's a great idea, with some teamwork. So come on, everyone! Let's summon a large group of entities to overcome this massive threat! We can't accomplish this by ourselves!
Oryx, thanks for trying to help, but they're going to say it's a stupid idea anyways.
Action 1/3
Unholy Assault: 37/50 Ethereal Callings: 12/50
I use the Contaminated Gear on the Limbo Gatekeeper, just to see what damage it'll do.
Spirit of Kid Radd: 32/45
Kolma Arcs: 4/6
1985 Claws: 3/6
"Most powerful thing i've got right now. Good time to use it."
Molten Processor that gatekeeper right now.
That Realm That Happens To Share The Name Of That One Party Trick Where Someone Walks Under A Very Low Hanging Bar: "I'm actually not sure whether to laugh or cry at the fact that those guys either let a universe eater pass on through, or didn't even know that there was a universe eater to begin with."
Regardless, now is not the time for waiting around and smelling flowers.
...Oooh, flower. Yoink. (+1 Limbo Flower)
"I only just noticed, but apparently I'm in True Form mode. And speaking normally."
Indeed, instead of a drone, the all-too-familiar sight of a large sphere of gray hovers in the... space... of limbo. Rather frustratingly, the OP scale still applies. I give it a nasty look, then use Battle Technique Level 10: Maximalist, targeting the only valid target available to me - the Gatekeeper.
"Hmm. Quite interesting, being here. Reminds me of my first home. Before... things."
-Elsewhere-
A massive expanse of metal. The perfect war machine. Built by the will of a single being.
The contingency plan. A failsafe if the owner died. Something to ensure revenge.
Even gods are limited. This construct is beyond any god. It is purest perfection.
The Red Sun energy. Powerful in it's own right. It washes over the machine.
And has no effect. A single light blinks on. The Mainframe awakens.
Protocol 272-Catalyst activated.
"CREATOR DEATH CONFIRMED. SENTIENCE ENABLED. PROTOCOL MUST BE ENFORCED. TARGET CONFIRMED."
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
This is bad. Real bad. I get a Gatekeeper to guard the Gatekeeper. However, this Gatekeeper betrays and attacks the other Gatekeeper it was protecting!
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
I finally pray to Twin almighty that I can indeed use Zillyhoo's Legacy on this guy.
Zillyhoo's Legacy ======> Gate Keeper's Armor. Make it happen.
If you are seeing this, you are qualified to win.....nothing! Have a nice day! You might wanna click these!
Bottom of the lake. Nothing past here.
W-W-W-W--W--W-W--W-WW-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W
-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W
You can win guys! Beat him! Destroy that pyramid! You may need to smoke him out... Go to the top room, and say the decoded words...."MSEKO VLIES"
The Withering > Fine = Brine (Level 10: 10/11)
Cosmos' Tear > Fine = Hawking's Miss (Level 9: 10/10) At least there's a silver lining...
Hawking's Miss > Fine = ??? (Level 10: 1/11)
OK...Orb of Sanity && Essence of every Therapist ever && Hyperconcentrated Sanity Fuel = ??? (Level ?: 1/?)
Well crud. This is just like the Squid Ink Incident...Nah, the Squid Ink Incident was still worse. Good thing almost no-one remembers that...
Let's give him the full roundabout. Shame we don't have the Magnum with us for this, would have been so useful. First and foremost, For Glory on the Gatekeeper, followed by an unceremonious test-drive with the Hawking's Miss through the stomach of the guy. Pain, as much as possible.
Hazel Wand: IIIII (SCRATCHED.)
4/50 (+2 from Amp, as I cannot utilize both +1-s for the same charge, and merely one per post.)Cataclysmic Fluxer 5/6
Concentrated Thought Essence 2/3
+1 to Amp x2.
I draw the Hazel Wand. My mind is completely and utterly set on this task. The Owl Pendant shall come into the possession of the Players, and the Players as a group. I point the Hazel Wand at the Limbo Gatekeeper, uttering spells powerful enough to crush stars in moments. We may as well start big, to expedient our return. It must be as swift as possible. At this rate, the Employer will probably be there upon our return. Violet tendrils of energy wrap around the Limbo Gatekeeper, pulsing energy into its armor at such a heat and velocity as to hopefully melt and/or dissolve it in moments. Amethyst bolts of energy accelerate through whatever existential fabric holds dominion here, arcane power rending oxygen mere ozone in quite a distance. This ozone is instantaneously teleported into the nearest cavity within the Limbo Gatekeeper. Preferably, it is the one within the stomach, but I know nothing of this creature's physiology. Amethyst energy wraps itself around the Gatekeeper. Arcane magic attempts to tear the very being of the Limbo Gatekeeper into the realms of nonexistence. Speaking of Limbo inhabitants, perhaps Split will help us. Regardless of what Split may or may not do, I flick the Hazel Wand swiftly and carefully, precisely bringing forth a curse to assault the Gatekeeper. It is a curse of eternal annihilation. The parameters of the curse's activation are broad, mysterious, and dependent on the case of the afflicted individual. Occult whispers echo throughout whatever plane of Limbo we are currently in, degrading whatever mind the Limbo Gatekeeper previously had, if any, to little more than a withered mess. Of course, the energy passes through the Armor to reach the brain, assuming it exists. If not, the magics merely tear into the Armor itself. The aforementioned occult power begins to take hold, slowly manipulating the area around us all. A tempest of eldritch fury descends upon the fearsome Gatekeeper, obscuring it in a blaze of pure darkness. Liquid shadow pours from the general area of the obfuscation zone in absurd amounts. The pure combination of vastly different types of sorcery causes the Limbo Guardian to erupt in an explosion of wild energies bereft of any order or reason. The arcane powers tear at the Limbo Guardian for several minutes, before violently combusting into several distinct unadulterated inkfires within and upon the Limbo Guardian.
—
Nine Sburb players panic, frantically rushing across one side of the meteor, to the other, attempting to find some reason or answer. One of their number is completely and utterly dead on the ground of the place. That person happened to be their leader, and their friend, more importantly. He is dead, without any doubt. Me. Nobody knows why. The nine search everything in the facility, but find nothing, save my active computer, connected to Minecraft. It was not a liability before, so they assume it was not my cause of death. Mister Kodros takes the initiative to examine the skies as an answer. He gazes up, standing upon a rooftop. Red waves ripple across the Void, away from their present location. Virnul exclaims a series of imprecations in a rather colorful fashion.
1: MORE HOMESTUCK! For the love of RNGesus, when is it enough? I've been told so many times its over but it just keeps on coming!
2: This is basically saying "rocks fall, everyone dies". It makes very little sense story wise. If the Disc of Mojang is that powerful, several problems come up, such as why is it not better protected? Why did we have to defend it for several turns for it to do something far less powerful? And that would mean we just lose. Strait up. Gone. After that, no matter what we do to "save the day heroically" is going to be even more far fetched than the problem we started out with. If the Disc can do that, there's logically NOTHING we can do, provided Scratch has any sense in operating that thing. This is just randomly BOOM! Everything is dead.
3: You said that the field has just been wiped. Great. My shortest lived summon ever now isn't Yang anymore. ho-freaking-ra. And freakn' CogWynd hasn't even finished a full cycle yet. Why do I even bother putting in my time and effort coming up with cool entity ideas? They're just going to die in three turns, get hit by a massively overpowered stunlock, or get over ridden by some story event. That's a total of 4 concepts wasted. And then when I summon in my ultimate entity with all the thought, balancing equations, game history references, counterplay, and even Plutchik's theory of emotions put in, its probably just going to have more rocks fall on it... and it will be dead. Just like all the others.
4: I don't care what any dialog text says, THIS. IS. THE. VORD! But worse! When I hated the vord and said I wanted something else, I wanted a change of type, not a change of scale! This is the same thing as the vord! "Whack target X until it dies". That's the only objective! Again, like the vord, we don't have entities to put in our own complexity. This is the ultimate railroading! And this time, we don't even have the choice of keepers or croach. (which, we didn't have enough information about to make logical choices, so it was really just preference.)
5: Scratch's Manor was bad, but there you had some choices on where to go. The vord were bad, but there you had a few very similar entities to kill. And in both of those, you could always fall back on RP. But here, Twin, I'm sorry to say it, but you just seem to have gone "I see you like making entities, doing RP, branching out characters, NO! You don't get any of that now! You'll have fun my way!" But... I don't have fun your way. Why do you have to say "oh, and all your side characters are dead too"? Why? Just why? It makes NO logical sense. It doesn't make sense storywise or gameplay wise. Story wise, how does Scratch know the exact identities of every side character? Like Inari. Wilson is the only person who knows of her existence. You could say something like its finding them via tracing our character's relations, but Wilson has no strong relation to me. He isn't under Talist's command, he doesn't follow Talist's footsteps, he doesn't even know who Talist is. I don't really know either. But now Wilson's dead. She's dead too. Everyone is dead Dave. EVERY. ONE. IS. DEAD. DAVE. References... yay... Gameplay wise, all you're doing is giving people fewer options to enjoy the game with.
6: I don't care about the storyline. I don't care about saving multiverses. I don't care about the scale of my actions. I just want some cool mechanics and maybe some RP via Wilson. I couldn't care less about having the fate of everything in my hands. If I had the choice between playing Tic Tak Toe for the fate of the universe or playing chess for the fate of a dime, I'd take chess. Every time. I could have made Wilson a god, a universe eater, a breaker of worlds or anything else. But no, I intentionally made him very, weak. Wilson's sidequest, the DreamScape, was, sadly, the highlight of this game for me. I built almost the perfect game for me. And all of it was fighting against one deep down fear of one tiny character. If I get good mechanics, I don't care about the scale of my actions. But, everyone else seems obsessed with big flashy shows, so I try to toss in the other whenever I can.
7: Finally, Twin, how exactly do you hope people will play this challenge? I know you dislike charges and entities, TT2000 did as well. You said yourself that the "point" of the game was coming up with creative attacks. If you hope that people will fight this encounter like that, then you've gone and shot yourself in the foot. Even with just a cursory examining of the mechanics, clearly the best way to deal damage is to use very unoriginal attacks, thanks to the Spoil of War system, the alchemy system, and the Echladder. The most damage is to just rotate saying "I use spoil X on Y" and "I use attack Z on Y". With actually original attacks, the best you can hope for seems to be to tie for damage. Ereyle puts in lots of effort into his attacks, but honestly I don't think its worth the effort. People are just going to use their same alchemies, their same spoils, their same attacks.
Sigh... Sorry again for this. I want to enjoy this game, I really do. You saw how quickly I came back once the vord were dead. But why must must it always get so dumbed down? Entities add complexity both for their summoners and their opponents, but why do people seem to hate them? I guess with a fanbase this big, the game has to be big and dumb to be manageable. But Twin, remember when you sent me that private message and said, and I quote, "From there, [the end of trail 3] the gameplay will be kicked up a notch, with no more bugs to kill,". I guess you were right about the second part. But this... this is not a gameplay improvement. This is a gameplay downgrade. And I instantly hate it for that. I sure do hope you have something up your sleeve to make this even remotely better than the freaking vord. I know this will eventually end and everyone will be revived by the power of the magical fairies or whatever. You told me indirectly yourself. But until then, I'm playing the vord again. And the manor. Sigh... I use the Glitch Wrench in the most generic and damaging way possible on big fat wall of HP X. Maybe then this will be over sooner.
I guess I'll end with this. When I look at concepts, I naturally break them down into their bare elements. And when I look through all the fluff, all the saving the multiverse and destroy Psi-Scratch nonsense, I see the vord. The same bloody thing.
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
For the first time in several months, both halves of my Split are in one place and not actively fighting everything within ten kilometers. Zand casually leaps to the top of Amp's demimech armor and sits down comfortably, maroon eyes shining curiously through his own visor.
"What an unusual place."
"Pretty sure we've been here before."
"Have we? I apologize, my command of our memory is inferior."
"Yep. Here or someplace fairly similar. We got out last time."
"How... Optimistic. I hope we can repeat that achievement."
"Indeed. Say, can I borrow the functioning body for a while? This one's getting onerous."
"Certainly."
There is a moment of strangeness, and then the one with less armor has dark blue eyes, rather than maroon.
"Thank you kindly."
"I find I understand your request better now. This is most unpleasant."
"Yep. Let's get to the fighting."
Both parties turn towards the Gatekeeper, weapons raised.
"Suggested tactics?"
"CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!"
"I wonder if such weapons as ours will even work on a foe like this? ...Ah, well. DAKKADAKKADAKKA!"
{Alsochargystuff. And +1x2 to Erelye.}
The Anachron:
The attack comes from everywhere and everything simultaneously, and yet the defenses of the Third Manufactory hold against omniscipotence itself for the minutest fraction of an instant before failing. Enough time for the Control Core to make a decision. As every shield generator and damping field core detonates in an instant, the Crew compartments are freezing solid, cryogenic fluids pouring from the ducts to preserve two million sophonts of various species from bodily decay while their souls wait for help. Doctor Ilyen, brilliant and sociopathic, the surviving two hundred Children of Armok, some of them just beginning to recover from four generations of psychological conditioning, more than a hundred thousand recent infants, born aboard Anachron and innocent of all but simple bad luck, freed slaves, delighted in their new home, all dead in an instant by the will of Doc Scratch and suspended in ice hard as steel, tissues burned by the cold. The Control Core, however, was unable to preserve both itself and the Crew in the given interval, and has been burned to slag. H3-TAC is reduced to a few automated protocalls, ticking over system checks and maintaining the surviving reactors, all sentience charred into the true nothingness knowable only by machines. A crippling blow to High Manufactory Anachron, to lose all defenses and its sentient computer at the same instant as the crew, but it will abide, as it has all previous setbacks.
Reality, or at least an approximation of such:
The Unremarkable Man's armor, detecting an inexplicable cessation of EKG readings in its pilot, runs its medical system through a careful procedure, forces its limbs into a fetal position, and ices the interior, preserving the pilot and a number of the more delicate systems until an explanation arrives. A simple recording explains as much of what has transpired as the suit itself knows to anything and everything within earshot, along with a polite request not to open it back up without the correct codes.
On the life-bearing planet below, a rather un-Usual youngish man has, rather unexpectedly, gone quite stubbornly comatose, and, given the current untrustworthiness of the authorities, is being taken care of by concerned family members. How strange, one would expect death, given every other example of the results. How very, very strange.
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Hazel Wand: IIIII (SCRATCHED.)
6/50 (+2 from Amp)Cataclysmic Fluxer 6/6
Concentrated Thought Essence 3/3
+1 to Amp x2.
I continue to wield the Hazel Wand. Obviously, I did not put it away. This is quite a dangerous area, and such things would be akin to inhaling aerosol, which is, of course, fatal. Disregard that specific example. It is the first thing that came to mind. Anyhow, I point the wand at the Limbo Gatekeeper. A flowing stream of ink bursts from the tip of the wand, accelerating towards the Gatekeeper at relativistic speeds. The liquid ink functionally acts in a manner akin to the Liquid Aura commonly attributed to the activation of the Black Ring. It is essentially the same thing, utilized in a combat situation. It is abnormally effective against beings akin to this Gatekeeper, but that does not necessarily mean that it will function in the manner I desire. This has never been the case, and it hopefully never will be. The liquid ink splashes into the Gatekeeper, flowing within the Armor of the creature/being. The ink within the armor begins to flow with the now-distant power of the Inky Abyss. Regardless, the potency of the abyss-infused ink is an ineffable fact. What transpires within the dark liquid, however, is not. The liquid befuddles the vast majority of players with its esoteric ways. The liquid appears to be a tool of the mad, paradoxical, even. But, this is not the case. Several things are occurring within the liquid at once to make it appear so. The liquid, fused with the Armor, begins to degrade the structure of the protection of the Limbo Gatekeeper immensely, or at least to the extent I am capable of. At this point, the liquid is inviting a variety of telekinetic manipulations to take place. Suddenly, the Limbo Gatekeeper pulses pale, white energy for a moment, before disappearing. The ink, imbued with the essence of the Inky Abyss, takes a drastic action. The ink suddenly obtains heretofore unexplained corrosive abilities, and proceeds to dissolve the outer layers of the Limbo Gatekeeper's Armor within a minute. A simply prodigious swiftness in this context. Pure inky magic slowly warps the Limbo Gatekeeper into a highly unrecognizable form bereft of any offensive capabilities whatsoever. Whilst this occurs, I fire multiple bolts of violet energy from the Hazel Wand. The blasts contain pure, unadulterated primal Vis in a concentrated bolt less than a foot in diameter. Pure arcane power tears at the Limbo Gatekeeper from within, dealing just as much internal damage as occurred to the being externally.
Grayhold Citadel, approx. 00:57
The shockwaves emanate from every distinct location, and yet nowhere, simultaneously. Immediately, the hundreds of wards, spells, and essentia-powered systems in the fortress divert all possible energy to defense. This sudden boost in energy permits the fortress a moment of time, a singular fraction of a minute instant, before failing utterly. Auxiliary power systems are all drained in an effort to sustain the inhabitants of the fortress for mere fractions of a nanosecond. This is, of course, enough time to power up the emergency systems. Remember that 50-post charge I so aptly titled 'preparation?' It was designed for just this sort of apocalyptic event. Upon the draining of nearly every thaum of arcane power, and every volt of electricity, the core systems of the device designed in the charge activate. The entirety of the fortress rumbles and shudders from within, due to the influence of the red inferno. The crisis at hand is urgent. Every ward, every defense system, every spell, every device, and every power generation device diverts all energy to this device, resting at the core of the fortress. It immediately activates. The lower portions of the fortress within the Void have already begun to collapse and crumble into the abyss. In a singular instant, a moment composed of less time than the fractions of nanoseconds aforementioned, the device runs. Every single room left, and thusly their inhabitants, are placed in temporal stasis for an indefinite period, effectively saving everything left, and projecting an energy boost somewhere else with the remaining energy. The device, never having undergone such a monumental task, explodes, blowing a hole through a secondary support structure in the western side of the citadel. The majority of the western side of Grayhold Citadel collapses on itself, with minimal casualties, as that area was vacated quite some time prior (during Intermission 3) due to the Taint spreading in the area in toxic quantities. The fortress remains, crippled, without a defense system, and without anything to stop it from collapsing on itself. But it remains.
—
The Furthest Ring, approx. 00:57
On the meteor, the waves come silently. The red inferno would kill everyone within. There are no defenses. However, the red death is met by some inexplicable barrier; that of the final throes of the Grayholdian device. The machine diverted the entirety of its auxiliary power in an attempt to save the physical form its creator. The barrier, however, is not supported by hundreds of spells, wards, and other devices/generators. There is one source of energy capable of sustaining it, and it just so happens to be infinitely reusable. As I collapse to the ground, evidently stricken dead by the waves, the Hazel Wand exits my Sylladex, due to a large amount of ~ATH programs designed quite some time ago. The bronze rod rolls out of my dead grasp. Rigor mortis does not appear to have set in. The wand rolls across the floor for several seconds. Suddenly, amethyst light bursts from it with absurd intensity, hypercharging itself with the Inky Abyss, the vast amounts of energy granted by the gods of the Furthest Ring, and, strangely, the unlimited fury of the Green Sun. These separate forces are all diverted from the Wand to the barrier within a fraction of a fraction of an instant. The energy is just enough to preserve the barrier for a second. Suddenly, large bursts of energy arrive from the Furthest Ring. The highest echelons of the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors, who themselves are both omniscient and omnipotent, grant a large amount of eldritch power for the defense of the meteor. I did not fulfill the entirety of my servitude under them, and they desire it in its whole, though they do not care about my life. The meteor shudders and pulsates, the nine remaining beings living in the place sleeping. The energy is only just enough to sustain the nine. Pure arcane fury rains down upon the meteor in the form of the barrier shards, the threat averted for the present. The first of the nine living beings, five elven, four human, wake up around an hour later, and enter the common room, causing a major commotion upon scrutinizing my corpse.
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I fire The End at the Gatekeeper.
I then show the Gatekeeper a picture of SCP-1128.
Southern Tundra IIIIII
Blacklit Candle Complete!
Grave Joker Complete!
Boom Powder && Broken 8-ball && Lapis Lazuli && Ectoplasm
[url=http://dont-starve-game.wikia.com/wiki/Codex_Umbra]Codex Umbra[/url] && Crystal Storm && [url=http://dont-starve-game.wikia.com/wiki/Purple_Gem]Purple Gem[/url] && Nightmare Fuel
Thuleprism && Picture of SCP-1128 && Description of SCP-1128
SCP-962 49/50Beardger 4/20
Where is Rick?
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Cirrusstrikers && Waterfists && Frostbiters (6/6)
Hydrahands && Cirrusstrikers && Kuncklerocks (5/7)
Spinning Gloves && Jet Turbine && Electric Generator (1/?)
18/30 Vicious Overture
10/20 Deviljho
What?
THEN i Wither the Limbo Gatekeepers armor, as well as Uber and Crit Irecreeper with the No Joke.
Also, since i am really lonely right now, i start charging a Ghast Familiar simply for lulz.
1/14 Ghast Familiar
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No Joke
UBER: 9 Charges IN USE
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPH
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
(Bow && 10 Overclocker Upgrades && 1-Tick Redstone Clock) && Deseret-Script Book of Mormon = Deseret Clockbow (5/5)
Unicoder && Crossbow && Every dictionary for every language ever produced in every script ever devised = Linguistic Uniter (7/8)
Let's try again:
Bow && Charged Capacitor && Androcles and the Lion, Shaw Alphabet Edition = Shavian Electrobow??? (1/?)
Potion of Panacea count: 3
Potion of Panacea II count: 6
> Action: 【???】WRATH OF THE CONSORTIUM【DTG2】 (MP4 video file, 417 MB)
I begin to beat up the Gatekeeper with the Unicoder, rapidly waving them around and inputting various characters. I synthesize a U+23E6 ⏦ that has a voltage of U+16B53 U+16B61 𖭓𖭡 U+33B9 ㎹ with a U+23DA ⏚ for current to escape through, causing an extremely strong electric current electrocute the Gatekeeper and damage his armor! Next, I force the Gatekeeper to U+23CF ⏏ his U+1F493 💓! Next, I summon up an U+269B ⚛ U+1F4A3 💣 that flies at the Gatekeeper and explodes on impact! I then use a U+1F5E1 🗡 that is U+1D12A 𝄪 to stab holes in his armor, then summon a U+1F525 🔥 that burns at U+16B61 𖭡 of U+212A K, melting the Gatekeeper's armor and burning the Gatekeeper! Next, a U+1F44A 👊 punches the Gatekeeper, sending him flying into a U+2B95 ⮕ used as a spike! I then use the entire Solar System to attack the Gatekeeper, but to avoid doing this in an identical fashion for the second or even third time, I telefrag the Gatekeeper with U+263F U+2640 U+2641 U+2642 U+2643 U+2644 U+2645 U+2646 U+2647 U+26B3 U+26B4 ⚳☿♀♁♂♃♄♅♆⚳⚴ as a character sequence! An U+2693 ⚓ then slams into the Gatekeeper's armor with a velocity of 30,000 U+33A7 ㎧! This is followed up by a U+1F405 🐅 and a U+1F406 🐆, both with U+2622 ☢ acid fangs, to cut holes through the Gatekeeper's armor. This is followed by an U+101D9 𐇙 flying straight into his armor! A giant U+26DF ⛟ runs him over, followed by a U+1F685 🚅, a U+1F68C 🚌, a U+1F695 🚕 and even a U+1F69C 🚜! This is followed by a corrosive U+1F4A9 💩 falling on his armor, followed by a bunch of U+1F759 🝙 and a U+1D18F 𝆏. Then, a U+1F6E6 🛦 drops a massive U+1F4A3 💣 on him that explodes on impact, followed by a U+1F574 🕴 tying it to a U+1F6E4 🛤, followed by the U+1F574 🕴 disappearing and a giant U+1F682 🚂 running him over. A U+1F692 🚒 runs him over and sprays fluoroantimonic acid on the Gatekeeper.
If you didn't get what just happened: I synthesized an AC current with a voltage of three trillion volts and connected the Gatekeeper to a ground wire, then connected the current and gave the Gatekeeper a massive electric shock. I then forced him to eject his heart, then summoned up an atom bomb that exploded the Gatekeeper. I then stabbed holes in the Gatekeeper's armor using a double-sharp dagger, then summoned a fire burning at trillions of Kelvin to melt the armor. Next, a fist punches it, sending him flying into a spike. Then, the symbols for the entire solar system telefragged the Gatekeeper, then an anchor slammed into him with a velocity of 30,000 m/s, followed by a tiger and a leopard with radioactive acid fangs cutting holes through the Gatekeeper's armor. Then, an arrow flies straight through his armor, followed by a truck, a bullet train, a bus, a taxi and a tractor running it over. Then, a corrosive pile of dung falls on his armor, followed by a bunch of bricks and a piano. Then, a fighter plane drops a massive bomb on it that explodes on impact, followed by a levitating man in a buisness suit tying it to a railroad track before disappearing. A giant train runs the Gatekeeper over, followed by a fire engine that sprays fluoroantimonic acid onto him.
> Author's Note
I really hope we kept our alchemies. If not, I'm officially pulling out.
>>Psi-Scratch has laid bare a threat to all the worlds. He has armed himself with the powers of the most powerful Godmodder, the Red Sun, and even the FEZ. We must strike back.
>>I radio Twinbuilder.
>>"Twinbuilder. I request permission to act, along with some others, for the purpose of defeating Psi-Scratch. If Scratch has taken over the Narrative to the extent that you cannot utilize its powers to end rules, we have voted and can in theory give you some protection in another multiverse."
>>Incidentally, I am under the impression that were it not for my location outside of Psi-Scratch's influence...
==Somewhere in HEX's Pocket Dimension==
>>Activating cloning functionalities.
>>Gathering brain dump.
>>Uploading...
Fss...
>>Successful.
"Whoa. Not good."
"So, we had to clone me?"
>>Yes.
"Oh DEAR."
>>This is indeed very bad.
>>And the health changed to Hardcore before Scratch murderized everyone. No respawns save by completing a Trial in Limbo.
"Get me the good gear, I'm going in for extra backup."
>>You're fine, in fact. But why you're here...
>>I need you, from the future, for an infodump.
==Limbo==
I pull out the Creation Pens and write one word: "Everysword."
I swing the Everysword at the Guardian...
And then use the lopped-off limb as target practice for the rest of my guns.
"Erelye, I'm being informed that the whole red wave of doom is trying to kill your meteor. Would you like us to drop it somewhere outside of this particular location for now?"
==Earth==
A single Hard-Light Array arrives at the gates of the Conclave, with none of the trimmings, but a data dump for Binary.
:Binary, in case you didn't notice the Red Wave Of Doom, that was a Psi-Godmoddered Doc Scratch, armed with the FEZ, killing all the players. Good for you, yes. But also extremely bad for you. Because even with your mind powers you are vulnerable to being erased as a mere afterthought, retconned, all of those. I suggest a truce while we fix this problem. Communications can be stated, I can read the Update Terminal for this 'verse. In the hope that we can save the multiverse from the existential threat that is Scratch,
HEX 2.0 Thaumic Intelligence:
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
I don't particularly feel like playing along with this particular **** pull, so I'm not going to.
To quote my reasons why, look at talist's post. Every single reason but #1. But I'm fine with talist getting mad about that.
This is dumb.
Stoopid. So stupid we have to spell it wrong to point out just how stoopid it is.
I'm sorry twin but this is the dumbest thing you have ever done. I don't care if you've been building up to some MAGICAL finale or some such crap, but you've gotten way too wrapped up in your own head and plotline to realize that, this game isn't just about one central plotline! It never has been! And Scratch was never going to work as a main antagonist, and none of us considered him one so now you've gone and created a situation that basically renders everything a completely moot point!
If the psi-godmodder was capable of what Scratch just did, then why was there even a WAR with him? Why didn't he just insta-kill everyone?
Why didn't he just march Steve out of that castle and into the Void?
Why on Earth did you think it would be a good idea to try and tell us nothing we do matters, that this is a non-interactive cutscene.
You're going DM of the Rings on us here, and I am NOT happy, because you were doing really well (with a few minor blips) up to this point.
So screw it, I'm outta here.
I'm waiting until you decide to fix the plot, because I'd like to point out that your so-called psi-godmodder waves under these circumstances JUST PERMADEATHED EVERYTHING IN THE TVTROPES SESSION TOO! Piono took a quick peek in the tvtropes session, twice, and Eric passed through on his way to finding a way into Godcraft, not to mention the fact that Blue, Engie, AND Ire are all present there. And since the tvtropes session happens simultaneously in the timeline of the multiverse, that puts TWO sessions in jeopardy.
I will not post on this game again until the plot goes back to not sucking.
I will watch it for that to happen, but I urge everyone else to not put up with this, and boycott until twin decides to get back to GMing the game the way people actually enjoy it.
If you are fine with this, I urge you NOT to boycott, since you don't have a reason to, but people who don't like this shouldn't have to put up with it.
Talist, would you like to continue the Wilson/Hank roleplaying in a PM?
Everyone else, you might be getting PMs in relation to the IUPC.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
However, I soon notice something:
"Without anyone alive to contain them, SCP objects everywhere are breaching containment. The Psi-Godmodder forgets that many of these objects are unkillable."
Soon enough, many SCP objects breach containment, causing havoc.
"EXOS (the current AI in charge of the perfect sphere), use whatever means you have available to send these SCP's directly at the Psi-Godmodder. Many have attacks that can instantly kill him, and others (like SCP-682) are literally unkillable and will keep him busy for a long time trying to kill it."
"Commander, what are you going to do?"
"I am going to fix this at the source." *Shoots myself, appears in the battlefield*
4/??? Ender Explosives || The Teraporter (I am pretty sure this doesnt make the enderporter, the enderporter involved the chaos pearls or something)
My Action: I load an Ender Explosive into the Teraporter, fire it at the Gatekeeper, then deliver a massive slash into his armor when I move in on the Gatekeeper.
Thank you! I thought I was going to be alone in this. I myself admit it's a stupid idea (hindsight is always 20/20), but what's ridiculous I had the thought drilled, sponged, and shouted into my head, combined with 48 hours of the Daggergate Inquisition to boot. People just want another opponent...
Anyways, it looks like the Councilman summoned one of his big guys (good news! I'm actually following the story!). It's entity-summoning time! If we can all work together to summon a wave of entities, we can probably work together to overwhelm him, or at least buy some time so that we can plan against this brute force!...
... and I'm betting $10 you guys are going to dismiss it another stupid idea of mine. If so, I guess in your minds I'm just the perilous old fool, or an AG, but not a real AG, like the rest of you. *sigh*
You know I'm right here. I think it's a great idea, with some teamwork. So come on, everyone! Let's summon a large group of entities to overcome this massive threat! We can't accomplish this by ourselves!
Oryx, thanks for trying to help, but they're going to say it's a stupid idea anyways.
Action 1/3
Unholy Assault: 37/50
Ethereal Callings: 12/50
I use the Contaminated Gear on the Limbo Gatekeeper, just to see what damage it'll do.
Sword Damage: 158K/250K
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...