Oh, so that's how it's going to be with the alchemies, huh? You're going to stiff me just because you don't like Decads? YOU KNOW WHAT?! I'M GOING TO OPEN MY OWN ALCHEMY STORE! WITH BLACKJACK! AND HOOKERS!
Bender then opens a competitor to Generic's alchemy shop, Bender's No-limits and Decadent Alchemy Emporium. It's just like the alchemy shop Generic has (you have to pay in +1/2s) but with two main differences. Bender will alchemize ANYTHING, even if it's stupid, and there's blackjack and hookers. Lothyra meanwhile, sighs and starts working on Geology Textbook & Fluorite Decad.
I sue Bender for violating copyrights and patents and trademarks, which have all been retroactively filed prior to my creating my shop. I then take all my winnings (all the money in the world sans Wilson's) and attempt to buy the Disc of Mojang off of Scratch. Also, new rule. One order at a time. I'll put up with your dumb, incredibly weakened, luck-drained, less logical Decads, but no more than one at a time.
Reality Majyyks && Delicious Fruit 2/11 (Cherry Big Bang Bomb)
(Potions of Critmist: 34)(Potions of Nectar: 24)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Fseftr-52, Talist-14, Gutza1-20, Tazz-36, crystal-18, pit-2. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
My Action: I Scratch the Disc of Mojang, causing it to repeat the action it used to block the next attack over and over again and making it vulnerable to other attacks.
SCP Foundation Action: the Hyperspace Beacon continues. 2/3 Hyperspace Beacon
EXOS Action: EXOS contributes power to the hyperspace beacon.
SCP-2317 Battle: Godzilla buries SCP-173 under several hundred meters of dirt, then uses an atomic breath to finish off SCP-2317. However SCP-2317 counters with blasts of dark energy, resulting in a beam war.
I realize that by now, thee kajius must be here. A fierce rumble from the distance affirms my revelation. The kajius are here! Their hulking forms can be seen around the whole server. striking fear into the hearts of my enemies. I then see the weakened scratch and disk and order my kajius to attack them! The hype train you sent is followed by a HYPE-ZOOKA blast which sends him to a HYPE DIMENSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I equip the Leo Pendant and raise Shadow Dissonance, teleporting a small sun into the void. I then proceed to fill the sun with olives, olive dye, olive longcoats, olive 6-balls and olive octets, slowly turning the sun olive.
"In my dream, I am the apex predator! IT'S ME!"
I then tap into the power of my newly-created 0live Sun, materializing a olive cathat onto my head, and a huge pair of Action Claws, crackling with olive energy, onto my hands. I then proceed to faux-tacklepounce Doc Scratch, but instead teleport behind him in the middle of the leap. Having a feeling that Scratch predicted that, I teleport back over to his front and try to slash the Disc of Mojang, hopefully making DISC BREAKING NOISES. The 0live Sun then collapses under the endeavor of sustaining a player with it's power, and turns into a olive neutron star.
In the event that any of the below attacks fail, the course of action immediately proceeds with the next available action. I have spent too long on this to have it disrupted and disabled.
I glance from Split, to Scratch, to a variety of other players. This is going to be rather interesting. If I can pull it off, that is. Regardless, it will be of no consequence if I fail in this endeavor, seeing as there are quite a few more posts with far greater originality and creativity than what I am attempting. Then, my eyes sweep across the Void once more, taking in the general situation once more. Perhaps I should rethink this, seeing as Tazz has likely annihilated the Disc with the sheer frivolity of the tasks he set it upon. Quite the occurrence. But, I'm neither here nor there on that matter. I may as well attempt to destroy it, even if more competent operators have already done the job for me. Thusly, I speak once more, directly from the tome at hand.
Discus fuit, vel erit, damnatus foret. In pupa mox sequetur. Non furiosa res agitur. Iam factum est.
Once again, the phrase seems rather impotent when compared to my usual exclamations of an eldritch nature. Well, exclamation is a bit of an overstatement. Of course, it is only impotent because we are a group of fools, and cannot wrap our minds around the fact that ostentatiousness does not necessarily mean power. Of course, it does, on certain occasions. Hah. Especially in endeavors wherein it is required. Our comprehension is based near-wholly on pattern-recognition and perception, whether you realize it or not, I suppose. That's not necessarily a good thing. Then again, what would I know? I am not a philosopher, nor a psychologist, or even an adept in such arts. I am a novice, if even that, and it is not exactly my place to state such things. Still, that does not make them any less valid. Still, it does influence who actually believes what you say, by a sizable margin. For example, I am nearly certain that I am being condemned to the position of raving lunatic at the current moment. Alas. But, I digress. I was going off on a tangent. Regardless of whether or not what I stated had the intended effect, I twitch the Hazel Wand, still within the grasp of my hand, upwards, book in the other. It might be a good idea to flee, quite deftly, from this general area. I fully expect it to be a ruin within the next enquier, down to the very fabric of spacetime.
Then, I mutter a spell, completely indecipherable to the mundane ear, or even any at all. Eight violet flames burst into existence around me, quite clearly dimming the general area. The eldritch tongues of flames slowly stretch outwards, towards the Disc, and towards the players as well. I assure you, there is no danger in this situation directed, directly or otherwise, at the players, regardless of alignment. That is, assuming nothing goes wrong. Hah. The amethyst flames slowly become the only source of light within hundreds of miles. And yet, they burn faintly. The other sources of light soon regain the luminance. The eight flames instantaneously burst into action, flowing forth in a manner reminiscent of a wildfire. Plumes of arcane energy suddenly begin bursting from the centers of the eight flames, wildly pulsating with an energy value exceeding that of some sort of minuscule eldritch entity with the power capacity to destroy a large city. Not powerful in any real way whatsoever. The energy swirls about, a maelstrom of arcana. Until it all vanishes, that is. Hah. The vast majority of the energy vaporizes itself in a completely and utterly untraceable fashion. The vaporization is designed as to release large amounts of dimensional instability into the general area. This might serve as a hindrance to Scratch's later actions, if any such things occur. He might be dead within the hour, or perhaps six. I know not. Upon watching this occur, I speak again, this time quite evidently not from the book. This incantation has exponential amounts of power, quite evidently. Hah.
A grimdark aura of pure shadow forms around me, and slowly begins to grow. I wave my hand. Several patches of pure, unadulterated void within the abyss begin to grow... murky. That seems to be the only adjective that is even mildly adequate to what is occurring. Then, masses of objects burst forth from the unusual patches of absolute void, apparently corrupted by whatever esoteric forces find it fit to intervene in this war. Mind you, the number of eldritch beings who actually care about this conflict could be displayed on a single hand. And rightly so. The first things that burst from the murky, darkness-infused patches of void are rather horrendous. Long, smooth, oily, dark black tentacles. They seem to be in some way relative to one Hermaeus Mora. Of course, one would not know that. I would not know that. The writhing tentacles swarm towards the Disc, arriving precisely seventy-eight seconds before they began the journey, empowered by the remnants of the violet flames, and whatever energy they accrued during their brief, mildly pointless existence. At this point, my aura has grown exceedingly large. A monolithic mass of dark energy infused with the essence of the transmundane. As the tentacles assault the Disc, and likely fail to destroy it, I direct the aura to aggress the Disc as well. A wall of thorny shadow energy well over fifty meters long swiftly accelerates towards the Disc. Strangely enough, it all vanishes before it can strike. Of course, this merely means that the energy has obfuscated itself in a manner akin to what a Void player might do. That is to say, obfuscation capable of fooling a First Guardian. I have no idea whether or not a Ψ would be fazed by this in any way whatsoever, but it certainly serves to discourage attackers.
After this, something strange occurs. But, to explain that, we will have to momentarily direct our attention to something quite some distance away.
Grayhold Citadel, Level B19, 13:15
Once again, our attention shifts to the chamber with the Voidmetal-plated device within. This is in no way different than the vast majority of the machines and devices in Grayhold, but the function of this one is certainly different. The upper part of the device begins to twist. The centralized eldritch mechanisms begin turning, preparing. This will be interesting, to say the least. Suddenly, the upper part of the device begins spinning at an alarming pace, slowly accelerating. After a few moments, the acceleration rate allows the speed of the device to surpass that of sound. The four long, thin tubes on the outer layers of the device begin to come forth once more, being drained of their contents all the while. It appears as if the machine is preparing for something big. Big is, of course, a subjective term, but I digress. Pipes affixed to the arcane apparatus immediately begin pumping what appears to be quicksilver into the core area. From what little has been shown about the actual core mechanism, it might be reasonable to assume that the quicksilver is currently being mixed with the violet ink from earlier. Given the circumstances, that is not exactly a good thing. It would be reasonable to assume. It's not true, but it would be reasonable to assume as such. The rotation of the upper half of the device grows steadily faster. Large amounts of essentia are pumped into the core of the device, separate from the other two liquids within. The upper part of the device begins to descend upon the lower. Thaumic energies radiate from the core mechanism. Instead of running its core operation in a manner I would have approved of beforehand, had I not been dead at the time, it immediately ejects the product. Product, as in the superheated plasma composed of intermixed ink, quicksilver, and Flux Gas. Back in the Void, something occurs as a result of the heretofore-unknown operations of the Citadel. Shockwaves emanate throughout the abyss as potent energy waves composed of what appear to be arcane plasma attempt to tear the Disc to shreds with sheer energy. The energy utterly annihilates itself to actually perform this task, or attempt to do so.
Several seconds later, I raise the Hazel Wand slightly. An amethyst aura of pure arcane potency surrounds the wand, flowing around it with immense power. Even if I shall not be granted the chance to destroy this Disc, I will at the very least attempt to do something regarding the destruction of the foul object of destruction. Of course, I doubt this weapon of mass destruction will be of any avail. It would be more likely to presume that this is a battle in the fashion of a regular duel with the Godmodder, wherein one cannot damage the opposition via the medium of alchemical or charged armament. Still, it does not hurt in any way to try. The amethyst aura appears to shudder with psionic power, fluctuating occasionally in the esoteric throes commonly attributed to the absurd weaponry of mediocre mages. I wave the Hazel Wand. The psionic power expands at the movement, leeching into the surrounding void with little to no cost. This is certainly an endeavor worth testing, even if it has a significantly higher chance to fail than everything else I've done in this challenge. The psionic aura grows steadily, flickering occasionally with traces of the pure, unadulterated power of the Inky Abyss. It is certainly not much, but it will be enough. Besides, that amount will change. Soon. Hah. Anyhow, I point the Hazel Wand in the general direction of the Disc, speaking an incantation.
Qualmë lenda sinomë.
The psionic aura begins to pulsate wildly, arcing towards the Disc at speeds near that of light. Of course, Scratch can intercept that. Suddenly, the amethyst blasts disappear into the darkness. Evidently, teleportation is at play. Arcane energies seep into the visible plane occasionally, but it appears as if they were annihilated in the entirety. How unfortunate. Hah. Suddenly, an arcing bolt of amethyst sorcery appears from nowhere directly within the Disc, attempting to break it apart, and scatter the shards across the Void for the remainder of eternity. If this occurs, Scratch will never see the Disc again, through omniscipotent means or otherwise. There are two things one needs to traverse the Void. One is the knowledge to do so, which Scratch certainly has. The second, however, is the grace of the Outer Gods themselves. As far as I'm aware, I am one of the only ones here with the grace of the Outer Gods. If anything, I will accidentally find a shard of the Disc floating out in the Void. I lower the Hazel Wand, before slipping it back into my robes/tuxedorobes.
Finally, I glance at the book once more. My eyes alternate between glancing up at Scratch and the Disc, and carefully reading what is upon the page before me. I hold the book in one hand still, raising the other ever so slightly. Before I speak, I give one last look at the content of the book.
Finis enim prope est. Discus istum, confringetur. Dominium ex sanguinibus, operatus est per illuminationem. Discus deorum contritus est ab aeterno. Te aeternum tempus sustinebit innumeris sceleribus. Contritio, ruptio. Horrenda facie Antiquae pervideo. Factum est. Iacta alea est.
Nothing occurs, strangely. My eyes sweep over the general area, and I stare at every last corner. The words seem to have no perceivable power. I make an occult gesture with my free hand. Immediately, something appears to be extremely wrong. Something appears to be happening, and there is no discernible source. Silence pervades the entirety of the Void for several moments. I continue with the occult gesture. It appears to be silencing everything in the current location. And, by everything, I do not mean everything, obviously. Superlatives have no context here. The sounds of battle have been extinguished from my ears momentarily in the heat of the moment. I read what appear to be the final page in a section of the book swiftly, and then cease my gesturing. I speak once more, rather tensely.
Adeptus ergo egit mentem revocare conteram disc aeternam.
In the background, however, other voices speak as well at the exact same moment. They appear to be spoken in various eldritch tongues incapable of being comprehended by us lowly mortals. My previous incantations telepathically pervade the Disc. I look up, and speak, evidently having either memorized the final phrase, or known the final phrase all along.
Finitum est. Discus aeternum fracta est.
The Disc promptly explodes, having been shattered by the true nature of the incantations. I close the cover of the book, and place it carefully in my alchemical bag once more. The glint of some sort of metal on the cover can be briefly seen before it enters the bag.
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Orbital Weapons
Mini-Ion Cannon 2/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 4/4
5/5 for Text Based Magic
50/50 x3 Magic
Battlefield: I give the owl effigy some lapis armour
Orbital Weapons:
Partial Inventory: Potion of Critmist II x34, Ultramarine, Ghosts of War, Gib Armageddon. Potion of Vis x27, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x24, Potion Globedropper, iWeatherlord, Gender Spacestriker, Potion of Crimson x2, Potion of Moonlight x2, Potion of Fortune x2, Potion of Fear x2, Potion of Hellsun x2, Azure Essense. The Lazuli Fencer, The Bulletesseract, Lapis Armour, Moon's Dagger, Wand of Inconvenience, Healing Blues, Ultramatter Grenade, Picnic Globestriker, Ultrafield, Builders United, The Ultracompound, The Dopplerganger
Wilson's Shop: $132
Needed Dupes:
Ghosts of War > Fine 10/11
Gib Armageddon > Fine 10/11
Sniper Rifle AND Azure Essence 10/11
If the disk isn't broken yet, I grab a Replica Solar Arc from an alternate universe, aim at the disk, and fire once. Because solar powered hand held BFG wave motion sniper rifles are the best ways to deal single target damage. In fact, I do this even if the disk IS broken, because why the hell not.
Oh, and a shield of random stuff from the Outpost Defenders universe appears around the owl effigy.
(null post) Why has all this not yet destroyed the disk
I mea, theirs overkill and there's OVER OVER OVER ( x infinity) kill
Because Twin has not yet updated.
/null
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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.
Orbital Weapons
Mini-Ion Cannon 2/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 4/4
5/5 for Text Based Magic
50/50 x3 Magic
Battlefield: I splash a potion of nectar on the owl effigy
Orbital Weapons:
Partial Inventory: Potion of Critmist II x34, Ultramarine, Ghosts of War, Gib Armageddon. Potion of Vis x27, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x23, Potion Globedropper, iWeatherlord, Gender Spacestriker, Potion of Crimson x2, Potion of Moonlight x2, Potion of Fortune x2, Potion of Fear x2, Potion of Hellsun x2, Azure Essense. The Lazuli Fencer, The Bulletesseract, Lapis Armour, Moon's Dagger, Wand of Inconvenience, Healing Blues, Ultramatter Grenade, Picnic Globestriker, Ultrafield, Builders United, The Ultracompound, The Dopplerganger
Wilson's Shop: $134
Needed Dupes:
Ghosts of War > Fine 11/11 Gib Armageddon > Fine 11/11 Sniper Rifle AND Azure Essence 11/11
(null post) Have any idea of what my kajius summons should do? I mean if your bored or feel like dong something nice I would appreciate if you helped me with this among other things for other people ..blah..blah..blah
The point is. come up with 3 kajius perfect for destroying the disk of mojang if you want.
I decide to take out a Name Tag menacingly. I then rename the Disc of Mojang the Scratch has... GOANNA67. The Anti-Goanna67 Turret fires, and the Disc of Mojang I mean Goanna67 is erased from existence.
Reality Majyyks && Delicious Fruit 3/11 (Cherry Big Bang Bomb)
(Potions of Critmist: 34)(Potions of Nectar: 24)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Fseftr-52, Talist-14, Gutza1-20, Tazz-36, crystal-18, pit-2. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
I decide to take out a Name Tag menacingly. I then rename the Disc of Mojang the Scratch has... GOANNA67. The Anti-Goanna67 Turret fires, and the Disc of Mojang I mean Goanna67 is erased from existence.
Reality Majyyks && Delicious Fruit 3/11 (Cherry Big Bang Bomb)
(Potions of Critmist: 34)(Potions of Nectar: 24)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Fseftr-52, Talist-14, Gutza1-20, Tazz-36, crystal-18, pit-2. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Pursuant to the success of the above attack, a wormhole, and a portal, and an assortment of other transport methods open to allow the Anti-Goanna67 Turret to shoot the GOANNA67.
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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.
My Action: I summon a Force Field to protect the Owl Pendant. I then poke the Disc of Mojang with a hyper-advanced probing device that discover's the Disc's weaknesses.
SCP Foundation/EXOS Action: The Hyperspace Beacon is complete (3/3 Hyperspace Beacon). Various organisms from around the galaxy read the messages sent out by the beacon, but only one responds (probably because it is the only thing with enough power to respond): the Fleetmind.
Petey: "I am sacrificing billions upon billions of lives to do this, but the Disc of Whatever is a bigger threat than the Dark Matter entities that are attacking another galaxy. If the disc is not destroyed, its owner could destroy the universe effortlessly."
Fleetmind Action: The Fleetmind teraports into the battle on a massive scale. Every ship in the fleet joins in, including 50 battleplates (which are about 8 kilometers long per side and have the firepower to show for it), 300 of the Fleetmind's battleplate-equivalent (smaller, but their powerplants are more efficient and equal in power to battleplates), and about 100000 smaller support ships. The fleetmind acts fast in a brutal combination attack as if they had planned for exactly this scenario (given the speed of AIs, they can create several hundred attack and contingency plans per second). First, the Fleetmind opens up with their most infamous attack, a "punches through every anti-teraport system in existence teraport", with the difference being that instead of teraporting a payload into a location, they suddenly teraport the disc of mojang into the Core Generator (the supermassive black hole in the Milky Way that was also the powerplant for the Fleetmind's growth (though killing it would not stop the fleetmind's current fleet because they rely on independant power plants)). A regular black hole would already be inescapable, but the Core Generator was spun up to such speeds that the disc is shattered by immense gravitational forces and atomized. If this succeeds, half the fleet teraports back to the Core Generator to continue the assualt, while the other half bombards Scratch with immense firepower. If this fails, the Fleetmind tries a new trick: it uses gravity manipulation to crush Scratch and his artifacts (including the Disc of Mojang) into a single point, forming a black hole on the spot which atomizes the Disc of Mojang (the same gravitics also contain the forces from the black hole to prevent catastrophic failure in this case). While this is happening, parts of the fleet break off and form a barricade around the Owl Pendant in case of a counterattack (Petey and the Fleetmind are smart enough to realize that the attack might still fail).
SCP-2317 Battle: The beam war continues. Another round of nukes arrive, but the energy involved in the beam war deflects them away before they can cause damage.
Drive: Big Gamble (33/50) (Generic's Dice rolls will take the lowest 3 values and add +1 to them) (Generic'd X2)
Drive: Doorrior (22/50) (When I attack an entity, I now have 10% Dodge chance against that entity.) (Gutza'd X2)
The Selfless (14/20) (Healing the Owl Effigy.)
Brine || Creation Majjyks = Markus (Level 10: 7/11)
Nailgun Nail || (Omega Bullet && Quills of Enchida) = Enchida's Nail (Level 10: 5/11)
I presume you want a Drive, Gutza? I assure you, these are little things but they are so useful at the same time.
First off, depending on twin allowance, well, being an Alpha Godmodder has to have perks, right? also downsides, because OP scale and I'm trying to not let this go to my head...Too much. I'd say unable to heal is the downside, but then I recalled that the Godmodder has been healed before (heck, The Godmodder healed 65 HP over a shared like of trains), so let's say healing ability is lowered to immense extents-Something that can heal a player +10 HP will heal me +2, a fifth as effective as before, as per OP scale regulations. On the other hand, I score Alpha Armor (+10 damage reduction as opposed to the +5 of standard Super armor) and a static 10% dodge chance. Seems fair, Twin? or is this not even warranting notice? I'm not too concerned, honestly, but I feel it warrants some note.
On that note, I proceed to pull out the Eternal Caledfwlch (the one that doens't break), the Tetrixcalibur, and-Oh. Yeah, I never made Icrucvci for my strongest attack, the greatest summon I could do. It seemed Piono did something weird to the Alchemiter...But that means Piono is the only one with a copy of it that I know of. Which means, in theory, I have to fight him...I'm an Alpha Godmodder, sot he idea that I might actually survive a solo fight is up in the air, but at the same time, he's still got all of those elemental Alchemies, a considerably greater number, and is attempting to climb the Raptureladder. At best, I could probably use the Cherub's Rapier I summon, without hindrance nor backlash thanks to Godmodding/Descendancy powers, for a good six minutes now, and last I left him he didn't have that yet, so it would give me an advantage in sheer power. If he didn't have it. No, it's too risky either way unless I got a Piono-slaughtering Party, and this assumes his allies of note aren't there or go neutral for some reason. That, or if...Wait. Duh.
I proceed to use Time Shenanigans, gathering my time Alchemies into a big group, and warping to an alternate timeline.
...
This time is different in a numerous amount of ways. Xcano visited once but didn't bother to look. The temporal uniqueness of several individuals makes this timeline drastically different: For one, the Godmodder's reign over the OP Scale didn't last; During Scratch's Manor, Engie's attempt to use the Nitrogen gun was stopped by an inconvenient, massive stalactite falling onto it, destroying it without doing jack. Engie's rage over this caused him to go full-power. In this timeline, the OP scale nor the Narrative intervened for Scratch's and the Godmodder's demise as a result, but this left the players to deal with him, and the Narrative intervened by basically making them equal to Universe Eaters themselves-and against the horde, Engie quickly perished, leaving the players unsatisfied with not achieving the goal for real. The GM role was given to Talist so he could oversee the restoration of Godcraft and the elimination of the Operation, the one thing left. In this timeline, the Conclave, the Arrival, the secret alliances, none of that was a thing; the Homestuck Invasion was for different reasons this time, not involving the emoployer. No bigger bads, except possibly Pane, but I can't tell. In any case, Netpatham is also still a thing, and he, like before, typed in Ircucvci into the Alchemiter, this time on a random whim. He got the sword because Piono wasn't there to stop him.
It is this timeline that I enter. The players gather weapons, noticing my presence and wanting a challenge. I throw them a tattered AG banner-a hammer in pieces-in response and quickly gain their trust instead. My simple request is to gain Icrucvci off of Netpatham, or a copy. Unfortunately, the duplicator doesn't exist in this timeline and Net refuses to part, so a strife ensures. Expecting an easy victory, I'm stunned when it was revealed that, in this timeline, Net actually made a separate planet-sized thaum-AI just for DTG rather than use HEX, an AI known as Argus, who handily intervenes in Net's favor. A real fight ensures for the next five minutes, but let it be said that I won pretty handily all the same. Me dying would have not made sense in this plot. Netpatham, upon respawn, admits defeat graciously and allows a loan of Icrucvci. I quickly time-shenanigan my way out of there, reminding myself to return Icrucvci to Alternate!Net. And only Alternate!Net.
Back, I quickly position the swords in a quick order in a conical pattern, with the tip facing: Caledfwlch, burning red, at the top; Icrucvci and it's irresistable cool at the bottom left; and Tetrixcalibur, the Charismatic Calibur, at the bottom right, their hilts at the cone's tip. I then draw Archeon-you thought that was (completely) a dream? Well, it was; I never had the Arms of Atlas or the Archangel's Aegis, and indeed, haven't even seen then or know their names, but I did have Archeon and still do. I've got to remember to get the wreckage of that ship back in working order, it was still salvageable. In any case, the sword black as a triple midnight is placed in the center of the cone. The prepatory measures are complete-I begin the ritual. I turn off my quirk because that would interfere.
"By the order of those ones who govorn existence, the Narrative, the Kalphius Colegmerate, and others, I hereby state my desire, and I ask that it be granted in the name of all who cherish the reality we know of!"
The swords in the cone start spinning, except Archeon, in the middle. The colors of the three sowrds swirl around, creating a Trifecta of colors. Blue, Red, Green.
"Ask thyselves this: Dare ye let such a blotch of reality as he who dares to wield the great Disc for power, to upheave the natural order? Dare ye allow the second coming of Psi, he who despoiled you all in a single moment?! I would hope not!"
The swords spin faster, and faster. Archeon starts to glow white, turning from black as a triple midnight to white as the absolution. What the absolution is...That's a topic for another time.
"Nevermore shall such tyrrany oppose ye, you resolved, and I shall see your resolve through! I share your goals and am one with your thoughts in this! Let me be the instrument of your righteous works, the tool of the destruction of Psi!"
The trifected cone of swords starts closing in around Archeon...The glows become more intense. Power radiates freely.
"End this pathetic blotch on creation! End this madness that is his attempt at emperorship! End him, now, and let me do the honors of your most lovely work! I call upon thee! Let me have the greatest weapon you have ever made!"
The swords reach the Archeon. The swords merge with the Archeon, briefly creating something more.
"Let me take hold of The Bane!"
The glows subside. if at this point my action would fail, the blades would revert and I would be dissapointed at how the Narrative doesn't seem to care. If I succeed, though, what is left behind is a markless, bronze blade. Beyond that, words fail to describe it-it's power is beyond all comprehenshion for everyone here. I don't even have the ability to comprehend it. The Omniscient do not.
It is The Bane.
B for the beauty, the beauty in its simplicity, and the beauty in it's incredible power.
A for absolution, the absolute unconqeusted power. The first and only of its kind.
N for it's neverending fury, for all foes who stood before it perished.
E for the End, that which it brings upon all who dare to face it.
And it likes those who dare, greatly.
And with that, my request is given an answer as the sword snaps to my hand, silently said, as if the void itself speaks.
"You have five seconds."
A white glow surrounds the hilt of The Bane; I fail to be annihilated by holding The Bane; my plea to the Narrative went answered, and thus it restrains the backlash of the power, allowing me to use the sword to the full extent. In other words, the Narrative just gave me the flag to be utterly OP just to destroy Scratch, or at least the Disc.
I grin. Scratch gains the ability to sweat just so he can show how nervous he is. His suit is completely ruined in record time.
I hold the Bane above my head, the fires of charisma amplified to almost Sepulchritude-levels. "People, all who would want to see Psi ended now, give me your aid!"
And with that, with the whole Multiverse as my audience, all they who would see Psi dead lend their aid, and that is a greater many people. His tyrrany stretches across time and space, and soon I have enough power that even the Narrative could not withhold it if I went any further, partially because it's already granting its power to me, the power to not instantly die to holding the Bane.
I then start spinning, and with me the whole of the Multiverse spins. Time stops like a Scratched record. Space is rent. Light and dark quarrel, the sun and the moon their champions. Cosmic dances play out in joy and tribulation of my immiediate next action. Eventually I consist of the drillhead of the massive Drill that reality, sans Scratch, has become. At this point I have completely overwhelmed the Disc in all aspects, its power is utterly useless against my might, as I spin. I then head towards them.
Scratch's powers are utterly destroyed, useless against me, and himself expunged from the reality where all of his poewrs have context. AT this point, he concedes defeat.
I crash into the disc, drilling into it with the most divine fury ever known, almost incincerating myself in the process. The results need not be said.
The majesty of my incredible and singular moment of power spreads throughout the cosmos. Breifly changing perspective...Legend will speak of a great CHAMPION OF THE NARRATIVE. Scribes will scrawl His praises. Bards will wail His glories. Poets will bleed their inkwells dry and weep them full again. Men of character will breathe this story their passion; as warrior blows white conk on jagged rock; as paramour puts flushed lip to lover's mouth. Men of spirit aflame, open of shirt and snug of pantaloon; rose-breasted men with swiveling hips, nimble legs and restless hearts; men whose vehemence of temperament fills their throats with melody, their footwork with rhythm. The fiery cluck of learned, genteel men as these will pique the ear with tales of this Champion.
A Champion, who by mettle of his barvery and slight madness, saved reality.
All reverts, and the swords divert from their fused form, the five seconds spent. The deed is done.
I use my (red) anger at MCF's editor CONTINUALLY EATING THIS POST to fuel Split's Affinity.
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.
+2 to Tazz.
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 5/9
Wilson Money: $2
The Dicestaction: 11/30
The Third God: 14/50
Orb of Supernova: 11/11 Complete!
Stellar Decad: 7/11
Bunsen's Decad: 4/11
==Actions==
Bender looks at Generic's store.
Oh, so that's how it's going to be with the alchemies, huh? You're going to stiff me just because you don't like Decads? YOU KNOW WHAT?! I'M GOING TO OPEN MY OWN ALCHEMY STORE! WITH BLACKJACK! AND HOOKERS!
Bender then opens a competitor to Generic's alchemy shop, Bender's No-limits and Decadent Alchemy Emporium. It's just like the alchemy shop Generic has (you have to pay in +1/2s) but with two main differences. Bender will alchemize ANYTHING, even if it's stupid, and there's blackjack and hookers. Lothyra meanwhile, sighs and starts working on Geology Textbook & Fluorite Decad.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
I sue Bender for violating copyrights and patents and trademarks, which have all been retroactively filed prior to my creating my shop. I then take all my winnings (all the money in the world sans Wilson's) and attempt to buy the Disc of Mojang off of Scratch. Also, new rule. One order at a time. I'll put up with your dumb, incredibly weakened, luck-drained, less logical Decads, but no more than one at a time.
+2 Tazz
Rafflesia 50/50 (On hold)
Plant food, fertilizer, water, etc. 4/50
More Runic Shielding 22/50
Fluorite Octet && Heart (Aspect) Energies 7/9 (Lover's Octet)
Biology Textbook && Fluorite Decad 5/11 (Earth's Decad)
Reality Majyyks && Delicious Fruit 2/11 (Cherry Big Bang Bomb)
(Potions of Critmist: 34)(Potions of Nectar: 24)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Fseftr-52, Talist-14, Gutza1-20, Tazz-36, crystal-18, pit-2. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
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'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
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'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
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50/50 Weath Ray
35/50 {REDACTED}
My Action: I Scratch the Disc of Mojang, causing it to repeat the action it used to block the next attack over and over again and making it vulnerable to other attacks.
SCP Foundation Action: the Hyperspace Beacon continues. 2/3 Hyperspace Beacon
EXOS Action: EXOS contributes power to the hyperspace beacon.
SCP-2317 Battle: Godzilla buries SCP-173 under several hundred meters of dirt, then uses an atomic breath to finish off SCP-2317. However SCP-2317 counters with blasts of dark energy, resulting in a beam war.
Does it have a random Pinkamena mode?
FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! die. FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN!
/null
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
I realize that by now, thee kajius must be here. A fierce rumble from the distance affirms my revelation. The kajius are here! Their hulking forms can be seen around the whole server. striking fear into the hearts of my enemies. I then see the weakened scratch and disk and order my kajius to attack them! The hype train you sent is followed by a HYPE-ZOOKA blast which sends him to a HYPE DIMENSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Post I
I equip the Leo Pendant and raise Shadow Dissonance, teleporting a small sun into the void. I then proceed to fill the sun with olives, olive dye, olive longcoats, olive 6-balls and olive octets, slowly turning the sun olive.
"In my dream, I am the apex predator! IT'S ME!"
I then tap into the power of my newly-created 0live Sun, materializing a olive cathat onto my head, and a huge pair of Action Claws, crackling with olive energy, onto my hands. I then proceed to faux-tacklepounce Doc Scratch, but instead teleport behind him in the middle of the leap. Having a feeling that Scratch predicted that, I teleport back over to his front and try to slash the Disc of Mojang, hopefully making DISC BREAKING NOISES. The 0live Sun then collapses under the endeavor of sustaining a player with it's power, and turns into a olive neutron star.
Murder's Icicles Complete!
Potion of Honey OoO Potion of Regeneration
SCP-121-DTG >=Renamer=< Frostdraug Core
SCP-2400-DTG >=Renamer=< Door to the Depths
Doge 29/30Bearger 19/20Red Droid 9/10
The middle alchemy is the Rotary Potion Mixer.
Hazel Wand: IIIII (SCRATCHED.)
Runic Shielding: 80%
Jukebox && Concentrated Creation Essence && Eldritch Tentacle = The Beat-Skipper (7/11)
Abyssal Inferno 27/50 (Amp'd; Crystalized)
Scarlet Infinity 17/25 (Amp'd; Crystalized)
+1 to Amp; +1 to Crystal.
In the event that any of the below attacks fail, the course of action immediately proceeds with the next available action. I have spent too long on this to have it disrupted and disabled.
I glance from Split, to Scratch, to a variety of other players. This is going to be rather interesting. If I can pull it off, that is. Regardless, it will be of no consequence if I fail in this endeavor, seeing as there are quite a few more posts with far greater originality and creativity than what I am attempting. Then, my eyes sweep across the Void once more, taking in the general situation once more. Perhaps I should rethink this, seeing as Tazz has likely annihilated the Disc with the sheer frivolity of the tasks he set it upon. Quite the occurrence. But, I'm neither here nor there on that matter. I may as well attempt to destroy it, even if more competent operators have already done the job for me. Thusly, I speak once more, directly from the tome at hand.
Discus fuit, vel erit, damnatus foret. In pupa mox sequetur. Non furiosa res agitur. Iam factum est.
Once again, the phrase seems rather impotent when compared to my usual exclamations of an eldritch nature. Well, exclamation is a bit of an overstatement. Of course, it is only impotent because we are a group of fools, and cannot wrap our minds around the fact that ostentatiousness does not necessarily mean power. Of course, it does, on certain occasions. Hah. Especially in endeavors wherein it is required. Our comprehension is based near-wholly on pattern-recognition and perception, whether you realize it or not, I suppose. That's not necessarily a good thing. Then again, what would I know? I am not a philosopher, nor a psychologist, or even an adept in such arts. I am a novice, if even that, and it is not exactly my place to state such things. Still, that does not make them any less valid. Still, it does influence who actually believes what you say, by a sizable margin. For example, I am nearly certain that I am being condemned to the position of raving lunatic at the current moment. Alas. But, I digress. I was going off on a tangent. Regardless of whether or not what I stated had the intended effect, I twitch the Hazel Wand, still within the grasp of my hand, upwards, book in the other. It might be a good idea to flee, quite deftly, from this general area. I fully expect it to be a ruin within the next enquier, down to the very fabric of spacetime.
Then, I mutter a spell, completely indecipherable to the mundane ear, or even any at all. Eight violet flames burst into existence around me, quite clearly dimming the general area. The eldritch tongues of flames slowly stretch outwards, towards the Disc, and towards the players as well. I assure you, there is no danger in this situation directed, directly or otherwise, at the players, regardless of alignment. That is, assuming nothing goes wrong. Hah. The amethyst flames slowly become the only source of light within hundreds of miles. And yet, they burn faintly. The other sources of light soon regain the luminance. The eight flames instantaneously burst into action, flowing forth in a manner reminiscent of a wildfire. Plumes of arcane energy suddenly begin bursting from the centers of the eight flames, wildly pulsating with an energy value exceeding that of some sort of minuscule eldritch entity with the power capacity to destroy a large city. Not powerful in any real way whatsoever. The energy swirls about, a maelstrom of arcana. Until it all vanishes, that is. Hah. The vast majority of the energy vaporizes itself in a completely and utterly untraceable fashion. The vaporization is designed as to release large amounts of dimensional instability into the general area. This might serve as a hindrance to Scratch's later actions, if any such things occur. He might be dead within the hour, or perhaps six. I know not. Upon watching this occur, I speak again, this time quite evidently not from the book. This incantation has exponential amounts of power, quite evidently. Hah.
Gish oblsgi'vsgi'on hgis osgi'ckgil. Ugil gire sgi'gikgilnced gi'oblsgi'vsgi'on. Gish kovurce ysgi'on'kovr posgi'emr sgi's on'kovr undol'ogig, ngi on'kovr tsgi'elture sgi's shgi'tegirkelh.
A grimdark aura of pure shadow forms around me, and slowly begins to grow. I wave my hand. Several patches of pure, unadulterated void within the abyss begin to grow... murky. That seems to be the only adjective that is even mildly adequate to what is occurring. Then, masses of objects burst forth from the unusual patches of absolute void, apparently corrupted by whatever esoteric forces find it fit to intervene in this war. Mind you, the number of eldritch beings who actually care about this conflict could be displayed on a single hand. And rightly so. The first things that burst from the murky, darkness-infused patches of void are rather horrendous. Long, smooth, oily, dark black tentacles. They seem to be in some way relative to one Hermaeus Mora. Of course, one would not know that. I would not know that. The writhing tentacles swarm towards the Disc, arriving precisely seventy-eight seconds before they began the journey, empowered by the remnants of the violet flames, and whatever energy they accrued during their brief, mildly pointless existence. At this point, my aura has grown exceedingly large. A monolithic mass of dark energy infused with the essence of the transmundane. As the tentacles assault the Disc, and likely fail to destroy it, I direct the aura to aggress the Disc as well. A wall of thorny shadow energy well over fifty meters long swiftly accelerates towards the Disc. Strangely enough, it all vanishes before it can strike. Of course, this merely means that the energy has obfuscated itself in a manner akin to what a Void player might do. That is to say, obfuscation capable of fooling a First Guardian. I have no idea whether or not a Ψ would be fazed by this in any way whatsoever, but it certainly serves to discourage attackers.
After this, something strange occurs. But, to explain that, we will have to momentarily direct our attention to something quite some distance away.
Grayhold Citadel, Level B19, 13:15
Once again, our attention shifts to the chamber with the Voidmetal-plated device within. This is in no way different than the vast majority of the machines and devices in Grayhold, but the function of this one is certainly different. The upper part of the device begins to twist. The centralized eldritch mechanisms begin turning, preparing. This will be interesting, to say the least. Suddenly, the upper part of the device begins spinning at an alarming pace, slowly accelerating. After a few moments, the acceleration rate allows the speed of the device to surpass that of sound. The four long, thin tubes on the outer layers of the device begin to come forth once more, being drained of their contents all the while. It appears as if the machine is preparing for something big. Big is, of course, a subjective term, but I digress. Pipes affixed to the arcane apparatus immediately begin pumping what appears to be quicksilver into the core area. From what little has been shown about the actual core mechanism, it might be reasonable to assume that the quicksilver is currently being mixed with the violet ink from earlier. Given the circumstances, that is not exactly a good thing. It would be reasonable to assume. It's not true, but it would be reasonable to assume as such. The rotation of the upper half of the device grows steadily faster. Large amounts of essentia are pumped into the core of the device, separate from the other two liquids within. The upper part of the device begins to descend upon the lower. Thaumic energies radiate from the core mechanism. Instead of running its core operation in a manner I would have approved of beforehand, had I not been dead at the time, it immediately ejects the product. Product, as in the superheated plasma composed of intermixed ink, quicksilver, and Flux Gas. Back in the Void, something occurs as a result of the heretofore-unknown operations of the Citadel. Shockwaves emanate throughout the abyss as potent energy waves composed of what appear to be arcane plasma attempt to tear the Disc to shreds with sheer energy. The energy utterly annihilates itself to actually perform this task, or attempt to do so.
Several seconds later, I raise the Hazel Wand slightly. An amethyst aura of pure arcane potency surrounds the wand, flowing around it with immense power. Even if I shall not be granted the chance to destroy this Disc, I will at the very least attempt to do something regarding the destruction of the foul object of destruction. Of course, I doubt this weapon of mass destruction will be of any avail. It would be more likely to presume that this is a battle in the fashion of a regular duel with the Godmodder, wherein one cannot damage the opposition via the medium of alchemical or charged armament. Still, it does not hurt in any way to try. The amethyst aura appears to shudder with psionic power, fluctuating occasionally in the esoteric throes commonly attributed to the absurd weaponry of mediocre mages. I wave the Hazel Wand. The psionic power expands at the movement, leeching into the surrounding void with little to no cost. This is certainly an endeavor worth testing, even if it has a significantly higher chance to fail than everything else I've done in this challenge. The psionic aura grows steadily, flickering occasionally with traces of the pure, unadulterated power of the Inky Abyss. It is certainly not much, but it will be enough. Besides, that amount will change. Soon. Hah. Anyhow, I point the Hazel Wand in the general direction of the Disc, speaking an incantation.
Qualmë lenda sinomë.
The psionic aura begins to pulsate wildly, arcing towards the Disc at speeds near that of light. Of course, Scratch can intercept that. Suddenly, the amethyst blasts disappear into the darkness. Evidently, teleportation is at play. Arcane energies seep into the visible plane occasionally, but it appears as if they were annihilated in the entirety. How unfortunate. Hah. Suddenly, an arcing bolt of amethyst sorcery appears from nowhere directly within the Disc, attempting to break it apart, and scatter the shards across the Void for the remainder of eternity. If this occurs, Scratch will never see the Disc again, through omniscipotent means or otherwise. There are two things one needs to traverse the Void. One is the knowledge to do so, which Scratch certainly has. The second, however, is the grace of the Outer Gods themselves. As far as I'm aware, I am one of the only ones here with the grace of the Outer Gods. If anything, I will accidentally find a shard of the Disc floating out in the Void. I lower the Hazel Wand, before slipping it back into my robes/tuxedorobes.
Finally, I glance at the book once more. My eyes alternate between glancing up at Scratch and the Disc, and carefully reading what is upon the page before me. I hold the book in one hand still, raising the other ever so slightly. Before I speak, I give one last look at the content of the book.
Finis enim prope est. Discus istum, confringetur. Dominium ex sanguinibus, operatus est per illuminationem. Discus deorum contritus est ab aeterno. Te aeternum tempus sustinebit innumeris sceleribus. Contritio, ruptio. Horrenda facie Antiquae pervideo. Factum est. Iacta alea est.
Nothing occurs, strangely. My eyes sweep over the general area, and I stare at every last corner. The words seem to have no perceivable power. I make an occult gesture with my free hand. Immediately, something appears to be extremely wrong. Something appears to be happening, and there is no discernible source. Silence pervades the entirety of the Void for several moments. I continue with the occult gesture. It appears to be silencing everything in the current location. And, by everything, I do not mean everything, obviously. Superlatives have no context here. The sounds of battle have been extinguished from my ears momentarily in the heat of the moment. I read what appear to be the final page in a section of the book swiftly, and then cease my gesturing. I speak once more, rather tensely.
Adeptus ergo egit mentem revocare conteram disc aeternam.
In the background, however, other voices speak as well at the exact same moment. They appear to be spoken in various eldritch tongues incapable of being comprehended by us lowly mortals. My previous incantations telepathically pervade the Disc. I look up, and speak, evidently having either memorized the final phrase, or known the final phrase all along.
Finitum est. Discus aeternum fracta est.
The Disc promptly explodes, having been shattered by the true nature of the incantations. I close the cover of the book, and place it carefully in my alchemical bag once more. The glint of some sort of metal on the cover can be briefly seen before it enters the bag.
Orbital Weapons
Mini-Ion Cannon 2/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 4/4
5/5 for Text Based Magic
50/50 x3 Magic
Battlefield: I give the owl effigy some lapis armour
Orbital Weapons:
Partial Inventory: Potion of Critmist II x34, Ultramarine, Ghosts of War, Gib Armageddon. Potion of Vis x27, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x24, Potion Globedropper, iWeatherlord, Gender Spacestriker, Potion of Crimson x2, Potion of Moonlight x2, Potion of Fortune x2, Potion of Fear x2, Potion of Hellsun x2, Azure Essense. The Lazuli Fencer, The Bulletesseract, Lapis Armour, Moon's Dagger, Wand of Inconvenience, Healing Blues, Ultramatter Grenade, Picnic Globestriker, Ultrafield, Builders United, The Ultracompound, The Dopplerganger
Wilson's Shop: $132
Needed Dupes:
Ghosts of War > Fine 10/11
Gib Armageddon > Fine 10/11
Sniper Rifle AND Azure Essence 10/11
+2 to wilson
(null post) Why has all this not yet destroyed the disk
I mea, theirs overkill and there's OVER OVER OVER ( x infinity) kill
If the disk isn't broken yet, I grab a Replica Solar Arc from an alternate universe, aim at the disk, and fire once. Because solar powered hand held BFG wave motion sniper rifles are the best ways to deal single target damage. In fact, I do this even if the disk IS broken, because why the hell not.
Oh, and a shield of random stuff from the Outpost Defenders universe appears around the owl effigy.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Alchemies
Die Waffe && SCP-410 && SCP-857 Essence = The Grammar Nazi (3/?)
SCP-1336 && Element's Ender = Compound's Creator (3/11?)
Gatekeeper's Scythe || Diamond Sword = Gatekeeper's Sword (3/11?)
Action: Destroy
I give Split 20,000 Red Sun pies. These pies are made of Red Sun energy mixed with Red Sun IWAY Cookie Dough. So it's a Red Sun IWAY Pie Collection.
Because Twin has not yet updated.
/null
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
Orbital Weapons
Mini-Ion Cannon 2/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 4/4
5/5 for Text Based Magic
50/50 x3 Magic
Battlefield: I splash a potion of nectar on the owl effigy
Orbital Weapons:
Partial Inventory: Potion of Critmist II x34, Ultramarine, Ghosts of War, Gib Armageddon. Potion of Vis x27, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x23, Potion Globedropper, iWeatherlord, Gender Spacestriker, Potion of Crimson x2, Potion of Moonlight x2, Potion of Fortune x2, Potion of Fear x2, Potion of Hellsun x2, Azure Essense. The Lazuli Fencer, The Bulletesseract, Lapis Armour, Moon's Dagger, Wand of Inconvenience, Healing Blues, Ultramatter Grenade, Picnic Globestriker, Ultrafield, Builders United, The Ultracompound, The Dopplerganger
Wilson's Shop: $134
Needed Dupes:
Ghosts of War > Fine 11/11
Gib Armageddon > Fine 11/11
Sniper Rifle AND Azure Essence 11/11
+2 to wilson
Maniac: I go insane from the fact that I can't use red text and take my anger out on the DISK OF MOJANG.
Midna: I cover the Owl in pillows.
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
(null post) Have any idea of what my kajius summons should do? I mean if your bored or feel like dong something nice I would appreciate if you helped me with this among other things for other people ..blah..blah..blah
The point is. come up with 3 kajius perfect for destroying the disk of mojang if you want.
Thanks,
Kajiulord
I decide to take out a Name Tag menacingly. I then rename the Disc of Mojang the Scratch has... GOANNA67. The Anti-Goanna67 Turret fires, and the Disc of Mojang I mean Goanna67 is erased from existence.
+2 Tazz
Rafflesia 50/50 (On hold)
Plant food, fertilizer, water, etc. 5/50
More Runic Shielding 23/50
Fluorite Octet && Heart (Aspect) Energies 8/9 (Lover's Octet)
Biology Textbook && Fluorite Decad 6/11 (Earth's Decad)
Reality Majyyks && Delicious Fruit 3/11 (Cherry Big Bang Bomb)
(Potions of Critmist: 34)(Potions of Nectar: 24)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Fseftr-52, Talist-14, Gutza1-20, Tazz-36, crystal-18, pit-2. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
1'-[7']-{'3}-'3-'3 '6-11'-7'-6'-7' '1-{'3}-8'-12'-'3-2'
'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
'10-'5-'3-'3 1'-[7']-'3 '10-8'-{'3}-['10]-4'-7'
'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
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Pursuant to the success of the above attack, a wormhole, and a portal, and an assortment of other transport methods open to allow the Anti-Goanna67 Turret to shoot the GOANNA67.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
50/50 Weath Ray]
335/50 {REDACTED}
My Action: I summon a Force Field to protect the Owl Pendant. I then poke the Disc of Mojang with a hyper-advanced probing device that discover's the Disc's weaknesses.
SCP Foundation/EXOS Action: The Hyperspace Beacon is complete (3/3 Hyperspace Beacon). Various organisms from around the galaxy read the messages sent out by the beacon, but only one responds (probably because it is the only thing with enough power to respond): the Fleetmind.
Petey: "I am sacrificing billions upon billions of lives to do this, but the Disc of Whatever is a bigger threat than the Dark Matter entities that are attacking another galaxy. If the disc is not destroyed, its owner could destroy the universe effortlessly."
Fleetmind Action: The Fleetmind teraports into the battle on a massive scale. Every ship in the fleet joins in, including 50 battleplates (which are about 8 kilometers long per side and have the firepower to show for it), 300 of the Fleetmind's battleplate-equivalent (smaller, but their powerplants are more efficient and equal in power to battleplates), and about 100000 smaller support ships. The fleetmind acts fast in a brutal combination attack as if they had planned for exactly this scenario (given the speed of AIs, they can create several hundred attack and contingency plans per second). First, the Fleetmind opens up with their most infamous attack, a "punches through every anti-teraport system in existence teraport", with the difference being that instead of teraporting a payload into a location, they suddenly teraport the disc of mojang into the Core Generator (the supermassive black hole in the Milky Way that was also the powerplant for the Fleetmind's growth (though killing it would not stop the fleetmind's current fleet because they rely on independant power plants)). A regular black hole would already be inescapable, but the Core Generator was spun up to such speeds that the disc is shattered by immense gravitational forces and atomized. If this succeeds, half the fleet teraports back to the Core Generator to continue the assualt, while the other half bombards Scratch with immense firepower. If this fails, the Fleetmind tries a new trick: it uses gravity manipulation to crush Scratch and his artifacts (including the Disc of Mojang) into a single point, forming a black hole on the spot which atomizes the Disc of Mojang (the same gravitics also contain the forces from the black hole to prevent catastrophic failure in this case). While this is happening, parts of the fleet break off and form a barricade around the Owl Pendant in case of a counterattack (Petey and the Fleetmind are smart enough to realize that the attack might still fail).
SCP-2317 Battle: The beam war continues. Another round of nukes arrive, but the energy involved in the beam war deflects them away before they can cause damage.
Act 2! +2 to Generic!
Drive: Big Gamble (33/50) (Generic's Dice rolls will take the lowest 3 values and add +1 to them) (Generic'd X2)
Drive: Doorrior (22/50) (When I attack an entity, I now have 10% Dodge chance against that entity.) (Gutza'd X2)
The Selfless (14/20) (Healing the Owl Effigy.)
Brine || Creation Majjyks = Markus (Level 10: 7/11)
Nailgun Nail || (Omega Bullet && Quills of Enchida) = Enchida's Nail (Level 10: 5/11)
I presume you want a Drive, Gutza? I assure you, these are little things but they are so useful at the same time.
First off, depending on twin allowance, well, being an Alpha Godmodder has to have perks, right? also downsides, because OP scale and I'm trying to not let this go to my head...Too much. I'd say unable to heal is the downside, but then I recalled that the Godmodder has been healed before (heck, The Godmodder healed 65 HP over a shared like of trains), so let's say healing ability is lowered to immense extents-Something that can heal a player +10 HP will heal me +2, a fifth as effective as before, as per OP scale regulations. On the other hand, I score Alpha Armor (+10 damage reduction as opposed to the +5 of standard Super armor) and a static 10% dodge chance. Seems fair, Twin? or is this not even warranting notice? I'm not too concerned, honestly, but I feel it warrants some note.
On that note, I proceed to pull out the Eternal Caledfwlch (the one that doens't break), the Tetrixcalibur, and-Oh. Yeah, I never made Icrucvci for my strongest attack, the greatest summon I could do. It seemed Piono did something weird to the Alchemiter...But that means Piono is the only one with a copy of it that I know of. Which means, in theory, I have to fight him...I'm an Alpha Godmodder, sot he idea that I might actually survive a solo fight is up in the air, but at the same time, he's still got all of those elemental Alchemies, a considerably greater number, and is attempting to climb the Raptureladder. At best, I could probably use the Cherub's Rapier I summon, without hindrance nor backlash thanks to Godmodding/Descendancy powers, for a good six minutes now, and last I left him he didn't have that yet, so it would give me an advantage in sheer power. If he didn't have it. No, it's too risky either way unless I got a Piono-slaughtering Party, and this assumes his allies of note aren't there or go neutral for some reason. That, or if...Wait. Duh.
I proceed to use Time Shenanigans, gathering my time Alchemies into a big group, and warping to an alternate timeline.
This time is different in a numerous amount of ways. Xcano visited once but didn't bother to look. The temporal uniqueness of several individuals makes this timeline drastically different: For one, the Godmodder's reign over the OP Scale didn't last; During Scratch's Manor, Engie's attempt to use the Nitrogen gun was stopped by an inconvenient, massive stalactite falling onto it, destroying it without doing jack. Engie's rage over this caused him to go full-power. In this timeline, the OP scale nor the Narrative intervened for Scratch's and the Godmodder's demise as a result, but this left the players to deal with him, and the Narrative intervened by basically making them equal to Universe Eaters themselves-and against the horde, Engie quickly perished, leaving the players unsatisfied with not achieving the goal for real. The GM role was given to Talist so he could oversee the restoration of Godcraft and the elimination of the Operation, the one thing left. In this timeline, the Conclave, the Arrival, the secret alliances, none of that was a thing; the Homestuck Invasion was for different reasons this time, not involving the emoployer. No bigger bads, except possibly Pane, but I can't tell. In any case, Netpatham is also still a thing, and he, like before, typed in Ircucvci into the Alchemiter, this time on a random whim. He got the sword because Piono wasn't there to stop him.
It is this timeline that I enter. The players gather weapons, noticing my presence and wanting a challenge. I throw them a tattered AG banner-a hammer in pieces-in response and quickly gain their trust instead. My simple request is to gain Icrucvci off of Netpatham, or a copy. Unfortunately, the duplicator doesn't exist in this timeline and Net refuses to part, so a strife ensures. Expecting an easy victory, I'm stunned when it was revealed that, in this timeline, Net actually made a separate planet-sized thaum-AI just for DTG rather than use HEX, an AI known as Argus, who handily intervenes in Net's favor. A real fight ensures for the next five minutes, but let it be said that I won pretty handily all the same. Me dying would have not made sense in this plot. Netpatham, upon respawn, admits defeat graciously and allows a loan of Icrucvci. I quickly time-shenanigan my way out of there, reminding myself to return Icrucvci to Alternate!Net. And only Alternate!Net.
Back, I quickly position the swords in a quick order in a conical pattern, with the tip facing: Caledfwlch, burning red, at the top; Icrucvci and it's irresistable cool at the bottom left; and Tetrixcalibur, the Charismatic Calibur, at the bottom right, their hilts at the cone's tip. I then draw Archeon-you thought that was (completely) a dream? Well, it was; I never had the Arms of Atlas or the Archangel's Aegis, and indeed, haven't even seen then or know their names, but I did have Archeon and still do. I've got to remember to get the wreckage of that ship back in working order, it was still salvageable. In any case, the sword black as a triple midnight is placed in the center of the cone. The prepatory measures are complete-I begin the ritual. I turn off my quirk because that would interfere.
"By the order of those ones who govorn existence, the Narrative, the Kalphius Colegmerate, and others, I hereby state my desire, and I ask that it be granted in the name of all who cherish the reality we know of!"
The swords in the cone start spinning, except Archeon, in the middle. The colors of the three sowrds swirl around, creating a Trifecta of colors. Blue, Red, Green.
"Ask thyselves this: Dare ye let such a blotch of reality as he who dares to wield the great Disc for power, to upheave the natural order? Dare ye allow the second coming of Psi, he who despoiled you all in a single moment?! I would hope not!"
The swords spin faster, and faster. Archeon starts to glow white, turning from black as a triple midnight to white as the absolution. What the absolution is...That's a topic for another time.
"Nevermore shall such tyrrany oppose ye, you resolved, and I shall see your resolve through! I share your goals and am one with your thoughts in this! Let me be the instrument of your righteous works, the tool of the destruction of Psi!"
The trifected cone of swords starts closing in around Archeon...The glows become more intense. Power radiates freely.
"End this pathetic blotch on creation! End this madness that is his attempt at emperorship! End him, now, and let me do the honors of your most lovely work! I call upon thee! Let me have the greatest weapon you have ever made!"
The swords reach the Archeon. The swords merge with the Archeon, briefly creating something more.
"Let me take hold of The Bane!"
The glows subside. if at this point my action would fail, the blades would revert and I would be dissapointed at how the Narrative doesn't seem to care. If I succeed, though, what is left behind is a markless, bronze blade. Beyond that, words fail to describe it-it's power is beyond all comprehenshion for everyone here. I don't even have the ability to comprehend it. The Omniscient do not.
It is The Bane.
B for the beauty, the beauty in its simplicity, and the beauty in it's incredible power.
A for absolution, the absolute unconqeusted power. The first and only of its kind.
N for it's neverending fury, for all foes who stood before it perished.
E for the End, that which it brings upon all who dare to face it.
And it likes those who dare, greatly.
And with that, my request is given an answer as the sword snaps to my hand, silently said, as if the void itself speaks.
"You have five seconds."
A white glow surrounds the hilt of The Bane; I fail to be annihilated by holding The Bane; my plea to the Narrative went answered, and thus it restrains the backlash of the power, allowing me to use the sword to the full extent. In other words, the Narrative just gave me the flag to be utterly OP just to destroy Scratch, or at least the Disc.
I grin. Scratch gains the ability to sweat just so he can show how nervous he is. His suit is completely ruined in record time.
I hold the Bane above my head, the fires of charisma amplified to almost Sepulchritude-levels. "People, all who would want to see Psi ended now, give me your aid!"
And with that, with the whole Multiverse as my audience, all they who would see Psi dead lend their aid, and that is a greater many people. His tyrrany stretches across time and space, and soon I have enough power that even the Narrative could not withhold it if I went any further, partially because it's already granting its power to me, the power to not instantly die to holding the Bane.
I then start spinning, and with me the whole of the Multiverse spins. Time stops like a Scratched record. Space is rent. Light and dark quarrel, the sun and the moon their champions. Cosmic dances play out in joy and tribulation of my immiediate next action. Eventually I consist of the drillhead of the massive Drill that reality, sans Scratch, has become. At this point I have completely overwhelmed the Disc in all aspects, its power is utterly useless against my might, as I spin. I then head towards them.
Scratch's powers are utterly destroyed, useless against me, and himself expunged from the reality where all of his poewrs have context. AT this point, he concedes defeat.
I crash into the disc, drilling into it with the most divine fury ever known, almost incincerating myself in the process. The results need not be said.
The majesty of my incredible and singular moment of power spreads throughout the cosmos. Breifly changing perspective...Legend will speak of a great CHAMPION OF THE NARRATIVE. Scribes will scrawl His praises. Bards will wail His glories. Poets will bleed their inkwells dry and weep them full again. Men of character will breathe this story their passion; as warrior blows white conk on jagged rock; as paramour puts flushed lip to lover's mouth. Men of spirit aflame, open of shirt and snug of pantaloon; rose-breasted men with swiveling hips, nimble legs and restless hearts; men whose vehemence of temperament fills their throats with melody, their footwork with rhythm. The fiery cluck of learned, genteel men as these will pique the ear with tales of this Champion.
A Champion, who by mettle of his barvery and slight madness, saved reality.
All reverts, and the swords divert from their fused form, the five seconds spent. The deed is done.
I use my (red) anger at MCF's editor CONTINUALLY EATING THIS POST to fuel Split's Affinity.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!