SCP-2317 Action: I suddenly inherit some of SCP-076-2's weapon spawning ability (or, more precisely, borrowed it), then assault the Commander with quad-wielded swords. Limbs fly everwhere as I hack its robotic hands off. The Commander is blinded by the darkness effect around me, and is unable to mount an effective counterattack. Also, my tauns about how SCP-2317 wasnt fighting as well as this before intimidate him. (+5% Control).
Other SCP Orders: The SCPs join me in a team attack on the Commander, tearing more limbs off of it. SCP-076-2, if alive, attempts to carry SCP-173 into my cloaking area to reduce Visibility on SCP-173 so that it can attack.
SCP-914 (&& or ||. Not sure how one upgrades the alchemy level using SCP) with the Insanity Eyepatch in an attempt to make it more powerful. Level 1/???
All two assists, I donate to Pricey
You're looking for >Fine. It works mostly the same as the actual SCP entry. Very Fine, however, I doubt you want to use because weird probability stuff.
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[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.
Ea Array && Focusing Crystal && Thaumic Storage Unit = Ea Contrivance 3/10
I request Generic to alchemize Orb of Calm && Smash Ball.
+2 to Erelye.
43/50
43/50
43/50 (Another +2 from Gutza, and all of them +1'd by Erelye.)
I once again fire the turret at Superius.
I reach into my ephemeral, shifting, and massive inventory, and pull forth a ghostly doorbell. I place it in the air in front of me, and ring it. An absolute lack of noise ensues: in fact, the noises of the elevator and of battle completely cut out for a moment. A door appears in front of me, standing in the air. I open the door, recollecting the doorbell and jamming the door open beforehand, and enter. Behind the door there is a fog. I drift through the fog, almost aimlessly, searching for the adventure that is intended to be here. What seems like hours pass before I feel a subtle change in the silent fog, and look up to see a set of twenty-three strange-looking mimes standing before me.
For those who don't click the following link, I may as well describe what any one of these mimes looks like. They have strangely big heads, and overall have a palpable aura of wrongness around them. In fact, even light seems to avoid them- they inevitably cast four rail-thin shadows, writhing like the smoke from a burning book of eldritch lore. If you stared into one's face for too long, or even glanced at them too directly, you would be struck by a suspicion that the stark white of their faces is not greasepaint, but that the facial features themselves- nose, staring, too-large eyes, blackened lips... are false, painted onto a head as smooth and white as an empty eggshell. Or, perhaps, a cueball. And who knows? You might be right.
One steps forward, unfolding from an inhuman-looking posture, and unsheathes an invisible dagger from its waist. I kill it instantly with a spear of sharpened spaghetti through the heart. Another steps forward, revealing a zweihander, and another, retrieving a broadsword, until one has the good fortune to think to draw an invisible bow instead. I conjure a shield of pasta, blocking the arrow, but it rushes forward, drawing an invisible rapier and slashing at me. Thin red slashes appear on my body before I simply conjure a blast of scalding sauce that kills the clever mime, and all the rest with it. I begin concentrating, and a small fragment of each mime's soul draws itself to me. I store the souls away, before healing myself up to the same level of health I was at before and once more heading in a nonspecific direction.
The fog once again changes, becoming warmer, and I see a collection of fog that almost looks like an anvil. A hammer silently appears in my hand, and I begin hammering together the twenty-three mime soul fragments I retrieved earlier. Eventually, I have hammered together a strangely sharp-looking soul knife. I've seen many of this caliber before, and forged more than a few myself, but this is one that seems above the rest. I store the knife away in my inventory, conjuring a sheath for it first, and head back through the fog until I reach the original door I entered through. I leap back into the blessed noise of the world and close the door firmly, yet silently, whereupon it disappears.
This should be useful soon. I don't know whether to augment it immediately or not, but either way. An event has transpired that I should not know of, and yet I do. The day of the mime comes. The portal has opened, and once again closed. And the Turrets were dumbfounded. This does not bode well.
SCP-216 && UKM-2000 machine gun = SCP-216-DTG (6/6)
Bow && Hiragana Iroha Scroll && Wand of Cold (NetHack) = Hiragana's Bow of the Wintery Icelands (5/5)
Bow && Katakana Gojūon Scroll && Wand of Fire (NetHack) = Katakana's Bow of the Depths of Volcanoes (5/5)
Ubercharge: 4/9
Action
I execute a massive healing spree. I channel lumps of healing energy and heal the Futurama Gate, Fayther, the Enchanted Deck, CogWynd the Memetic and Split, using the Black Hand, White Glove, Cerberus, Red Oktoberfest, the Origin Wands and the Unicoder. These lumps of healing energy are shaped like dodecahedrons, matryoshka dolls, Osmanya letters, the JoJ, Burston, ShamWoW, SCP-233, Neve Storris, cesium-188 atoms, Michael Rosen, pieces of androids, pandas, the entirety of Texas, allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, airports, airplanes, Microsoft Sam, Microsoft Mike, Microsoft Mary, Microsoft David Desktop, Radar Overseer Scotty, Bacon, the Supreme AI of the Internet, Zogg from Betelgeuse, Dr. Sbaitso, Microsoft Billy Mays, Microsoft Vince Offer, L&H Michael, runic letters, runic numbers, runic symbols, ideographic numbers, ideographic symbols, ideographic description characters, Guy Fawkes masks, Michael Rosen, Billy Mays, euphoric fedora-wearing atheists, n00bs, scrubs, scr00bs, nubs, scrublords, nublords, Chris Hansen, d100s, d20s, d12s, d10s, d8s, d6s, d4s, d2s, MS-DOS, PC-DOS, DR-DOS, QDOS, PTS-DOS, FreeDOS, concrete cylinders, HoH SiS, Microsoft Sam's Golden ROFL-47, SCP-343, SCP-1337, SCP-420-J, blazes, ghasts, Apple products, Microsoft products, diarrhea, ligatures, red links, Windows Go Green, Windows Screw the Environment, Windows Ebola, Windows Shockingly Septic Ebola Cancer Flesh Eating Disease TE, Windows 98, Windows 95, Windows 3.1, Windows XP, Windows Homework, Windows Detention, Windows Teacher, Windows School, Windows Baloney, Windows Bacon, Windows Tacos, Windows IWAY Edition, monkey bars, toothpaste tubes, Source SuS, Michael Rosen's bag of plams and finally the planet Jupiter-7.
It's Tempo, but you're not really requesting it IC, so it's fine. We're only as concerned about the Fifth Wall as you are. Besides, I can't think of any harmful repercussions of this particular use of meta.
I take out the Serpent Fang. This will probably go terribly wrong, or nothing will happen. I then plug it into the computer, and by plug I mean stab. I then decide to establish a symbolic link between the Fang and Binary's code manipulation powers and the Glitch's powers of corruption, irreversibly corrupting the code.
I then turn my attention to CWCATASTROPHE. ..."We have become death, destroyer of worlds." Well, really HE has, but let's ignore that. I guess I never really understood the Source Code of Reality, and now this is the just desserts I must face. Whatever, we've lived with enough gods. THIS WORLD HAS NO NEED FOR GODS!
I then take out the Octoroon Rangoon. Several Orbs of Hope suddenly appear, and I absorb them. I then take out the Prince's Chisel, and utilize the two in conjunction to create a mighty construct around me and the CWCATASTROPHE: THE PERFECTLY SAFE CAPSULE. I can totally get out of it if I want to, though. Just, you know, nobody else is allowed in. Just me, him, and the annoying voice in my head.
+2 Wilson (22$ total)
True Monado 13/50
Mythosesque 12/30
(Ruined Thrustersx6 && Fabrico Essentia) || Fear No Anvil = Fear Itself (Level 10: 10/11).
(Spiral Sucker && Picture of Earth) && English Energy = Color Mayhemsucker 5/11
Orb of Calm && Smash Ball 1/11
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Fseftr-52, Talist-4, Gutza1-14, Tazz-22, crystal-26, pit-2. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Monkey Iron Gun && The Dead Mag = Monkey's Iron Gun - Level 3/5
The Desk Creator && Iron Ignot && Gunpowder && redstone dust && Tiberium && Uranium = The Desk Exploder - Creates Desks that are rigged to blow up like C4 bombs with lead uranium shard shrapnel. - Level 3/6
I de-equip the Insanity Eyepatch
SCP-914 >Fine Insanity Eyepatch in an attempt to make it more powerful. Level 2/???
I use the inevitable death and carnage that has to come after that ridiculously happy Homestuck update and redirect it into the Bipole. This is a metaphysical redirection, of course, just the plot/emotion from the death and carnage made incarnate in our plot/emotion meta. That way it's not really a crossover, but also not really a loophole.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
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Posts:
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Location:
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Member Details
=TURN ONE=
=CHARGE=
-50 / 50- Spin2Win (Modpack'd, +2) -> COMPLETE!
-26 / 50- The Tophat
-7 / 8- Mega Bomb (RELOADING)
+1 to Modpack
+1 to Tazz
=EXECUTE=
All the way from the Summoner's Institute, Garen suddenly spins onto the elevator from out of nowhere!
[AG] Garen
HP: 200,000
Attacks:
Decisive Strike: Garen slashes an enemy with his sword. Deals 15,000 damage and silences.
Courage: Upon use, gives Garen -30% damage taken for 3 turns.
Judgement: Spins around like an idiot. Deals 17,000 damage every turn, for 3 turns on a selected enemy. Cannot be cancelled in the middle of use!
Demacian Justice: Deals 20,000 damage + a potential extra 20,000 extra per % of the opponents missing HP. Five-turn Cooldown.
Example of Demacian Justice:
Enemy has 30,000 / 60,000 HP. Get the % of the opponents HP remaining, then get that % of 20,000. That's the extra damage.
30,000 / 60,000 = 50% HP left. 50% of 20,000 = 10,000.
TOTAL DAMAGE: 30,000.
Potenial Nerfs:
Reduce Judgement's damage to 14,000 / turn.
Demacian Justice's potential bonus goes down to 10,000.
Make Demacian Justice's cooldown take 6 turns.
=ACTION=
Superius is suddenly covered in razor-sharp, explosive splinters! How, you may ask?
Why...
I actually don't know.
=LIMBO=
Use the tablet to check the cams for info, then head down the hallways and RUN THE ANIMATRONICS (or whatever) DOWN WITH SCYTHES.
One does NOT need to unequip something to alchemize with it.
==End Important Alchemiter Information==
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[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.
Monkey Iron Gun && The Dead Mag = Monkey's Iron Gun - Level 4/5
The Desk Creator && Iron Ignot && Gunpowder && redstone dust && Tiberium && Uranium = The Desk Exploder - Creates Desks that are rigged to blow up like C4 bombs with lead uranium shard shrapnel. - Level 4/6
I de-equip the Insanity Eyepatch
SCP-914 >Fine Insanity Eyepatch in an attempt to make it more powerful. Level 3/???
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Fury attack 2/10
Meditation (unlocks a realm ) 1/15
Critical Strike 1/20
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Hank uses rainbow bullets (great for distractions, not so much for combat) to distract anything that tries to target Wilson.
The TARDIS: (I'm assuming Astria went into the TARDIS to check it out on the monitors, as the TARDIS is still in blue police box form).
Astria looks at the monitors and sees a lot of different things. Pieces of tech, large empty spaces, several large monsters of various kinds...
And a freaking, huge, energy cannon. And its glowing. The energy obliterator.
Eric walks in and whistles softly after staring at the screen.
Deimos grins, I know what I'm taking to a firing range first chance I get.
... You know, the first thing I think of when I hear "Energy obliterator" is something that obliterates energy. Therefore I am now referring to this weapon as the CONSERVATION VIOLATION.
I respawn from the Meat Effigey, ascending out of my private pocket dimension and grabbing Sweet Tooth on the way. As I exit the dimensional rift and enter the space behind the Array of Computers , I feel the connection to the pocket dimension suddenly getting severed. I look at my rapidly dissolving corpse, and see the Shadow Enderman standing there, grinning eeriely and pointing Umbra's Rifle at me.
Could you give me the rifle?
I'm sorry, V. I'm afraıd I can't do that.
You... You speak? Why did you take the rifle?
It ıs mıne, and has always been. It has my name on ıt.
Umbra pulls the trigger, sending a sharp, black bullet straight towards me.
Wwhorzz/z//
How... did you disable my teleportation?
I fire a blast of enderdrim nightmare magic at the magically nightmarish enderman, who simply grabs the crackling energy, and throws it at a Hunter-Chopper Mobile Task Force, resulting in a violent explosion.
The bullet from Umbra's Rifle flies towards me, stopping a decimeter from my chest. There, it suddenly begins to unfold shadowy tentacles, teleporting the Shadow Enderman towards me. It grabs my forehead.
Goodbye.
And then everything goes black as double midnight.
The Bearger uses Earthquake on Subtus.
Ravethrower 2/9
SCP-379 > Coarse
Ψ-Mech Mk. A 2/4
Ancestral Awakening 42/50
Thorndroids 9/10
You should have told us that the Invisibility wears off at the end of the turn. Now I had to retcon all that plot.
Also, yes, Purple Sniper was excactly the "godtier" I was aiming for. How do you change text color on this [G0RILLA] editor?
A very brief pause in my ship-building to do something stupid/awesome. Mythos >=Zillymiter=< = ???.
Shard of the lost orb of phantastacoria && Wave Motion Gun = Phanastacoria's Frenzy (Level 10: 9/11).
(Ruined Luxury Room && Fabrico Essentia) && Water Creation Node && Cornucopia of Plenty = Satisfaction Room (Level 8: 3/9).
I copiously rage at Richard for not properly programming those Mime Turrets properly. Or even putting them there, otherwise we wouldn't have thought of mimes as a distraction. I absolutely refuse to take responsibility for that one, on the singular thing that how was I supposed to know that MIMES were fast enough to dodge a turret, something previously thought impossible!? I'd go on, but that would just lead to rage, but that already exists anyways.
This rage turns into a copious amount of power, and I quickly make the best of a poor situation; Using this on top of the electricity that the Nether Spire creates (@Piono: By Twin'd directions, You CANNOT damage the supercomputers in any way, you've GOT to hack them straight-up or be screwed.) to pump myself full of power. I quickly use the fact I am still in Trickster Mode to grow three new pairs of arms (Common misconceptions of Trickster Mode inlcude the fact that they are limited to colorful candy-coated craziness. No. It's partially that, partially a very weird take on wish fulfillment, and partially cartoon physics on steroids.), and use all the power and the new sets of arms to code faster than the Godmodder's computer could ever catch up to. I mean, Richard's amazing at coding but I don't think he usually sprouts three new pairs of arms just to code, and even if I'm worse by a considerable degree (and that is dead true for almost all of us) I'm still going just plain faster than his own code can keep up with. Eventually the supercomputer has bluescreened horribly from a mixture of viruses, commented-out critical code, suddenly having the most sophisticated anti-lag and anti-virus programs ever designed deleted while lag and viruses were running rampant, and other unfortunate things, and isn't coming back for another round. Hpefully.
I quickly deploy helpful Psionic messages to Crusher48 to support his fight against SCP-2713’s mind afterwards. Hopefully it gets through alright. I wind CogWynd down by 5%, CogWynd will walk into Fayther's range while still being stealth-mode, and he’ll use Extra Plating to get SWOLE AS REDACTED…In an HP sense. I threaten Wily with more bodily harm to make him compliant to the idea to use his Buzz Saw Barrage on the Arms of the machine. Talist, do you think you can pull off a Rainbow memory here, maybe?
If any Mimes become an immediate Problem (not a problem, but a Problem with a capital P and italics), I plan leave the vicinity of the area entirely and move to the Mainframe by way of the Warp Ring. I'm pretty sure that if the Mimes like portals that that Erelye's going to find himself the author of the Red Book he found by time shenanigans (to put it one way), so the extreme security of Grayhold isn't nearly as much of a guarentee right now. Anachron is on the moon right now, and something funny's up with the night so no dice. I don't know where Blue/Red are at all. Eric’s exact location is unspecific and I do not want to be too close to GodCraft for it. The Mainframe is not going to be that easily brought down, even by the Italian-
...Ahab Crosshair's Captcha Code.
Assuming I can, I contact Eric again immediately. "OK, Eric, I remembered who the INWVSA is, but forget the name it's just a font for some group called the Italian Space Mafia. I have NO CLUE how, but whatever they are they, uh, were some small-faction restricted to a few planets a long time ago...Or when I was traveling around. Honestly, void shenanigans. You're probably going to end up your own grandfather because void shenanigans. I have no clue how long they've been around from their perspective, but whatever they are they've...Uh, grown...Give me a sec. Oracle consultations."
I tap into the Magic English eye for more information. I learn that the INWVSA has been around for 50 years from their perspective, there has only been one new Don during that time (the son of the first don), they have a home-planet of Arcus V and a capital of 'The Midnight City,' they have managed to make their own version of Engietech weapons through reverse-engineering at some battlefield regarding Pantheon territory and some misfire (which is soooooooooo useful since the Pantheon is basically an eternal battlefield), and they have claims over 1/3rd of the multiverse (including GodCraft). They actually only have secure grasp over 1/4th of the multiverse (and this 1/4th doesn't include GodCraft) despite minimal apperances in those worlds for anything other than 'Void Boat tolls,' but this is effectively a moot point as they're strong and wide enough enough to qualify for a multiversal power, merely do not have 'outposts' in the regions not constituted as 'secure' in this case, and their numbers and armaments could easily support a more aggressive approach for more turf and are MORE than capable of handling most void threats currently in existence, but as it stands they are making no plans for expansion barring outside intervention from other Multiversal powers-either due to the extreme Horrorterrors or due to simply gaining more members. Due to void shenanigans (that is to say, due to the issues of temporal and spatial position when traveling through the void), they have not met the IUPC agents at any point prior in either of their timelines, and vice-versa, IUPC agents have yet to meet the INWVSA in any manner. I convey all of this to Eric. I do NOT convey that this is also the same group who, three years Prior, I lead a small campaign against them relevant to the Squid Ink Incident that resulted in their number and current turf cut in half, had the then-Don’s girl (and now-Don's sister by extension) come along for the trip by her volition (which kind of looked like kidnapping in hindsight, not helped by the fact she horribly died of circumstances outside of my ability to prevent, specifically [REDACTED]), and was the source of the original Moorblade by way of liberated peoples giving me the then-Don’s best ship, one he himself stole, all while they were technically towards the beginning of that 50 year thing by their perspective. Stupid void shenanigans. Hopefully they don't hold a grudge over it, as the eye seems to be very cryptic in regards to that. 'You'll find out.' indeed.
((Yeah, Piono, it's becoming a thing, like it or not. Probably a DTG3 thing more than anything, but still.))
I ignore the fact that this is actually my second post and continue onwards. Seeing the apparent rucket thrusters on Bipole I just stick a wad of used napkins and various other clogging materials up the pipes. Then I kick Bipole's legs out from under it, rendering it, and the rocket thrusters, useless.
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50/50 {REDACTED}
4/40 Return of EXOS
SCP-2317 Action: I suddenly inherit some of SCP-076-2's weapon spawning ability (or, more precisely, borrowed it), then assault the Commander with quad-wielded swords. Limbs fly everwhere as I hack its robotic hands off. The Commander is blinded by the darkness effect around me, and is unable to mount an effective counterattack. Also, my tauns about how SCP-2317 wasnt fighting as well as this before intimidate him. (+5% Control).
Other SCP Orders: The SCPs join me in a team attack on the Commander, tearing more limbs off of it. SCP-076-2, if alive, attempts to carry SCP-173 into my cloaking area to reduce Visibility on SCP-173 so that it can attack.
You're looking for >Fine. It works mostly the same as the actual SCP entry. Very Fine, however, I doubt you want to use because weird probability stuff.
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[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
Turn 3/3
Unremembered Wand && Essence of Void = Obscured Wand 5/8
Voidmetal-Tipped Wand >Fine = Paradox's Wand 3/7
Ea Array && Focusing Crystal && Thaumic Storage Unit = Ea Contrivance 3/10
I request Generic to alchemize Orb of Calm && Smash Ball.
+2 to Erelye.
43/50
43/50
43/50 (Another +2 from Gutza, and all of them +1'd by Erelye.)
I once again fire the turret at Superius.
I reach into my ephemeral, shifting, and massive inventory, and pull forth a ghostly doorbell. I place it in the air in front of me, and ring it. An absolute lack of noise ensues: in fact, the noises of the elevator and of battle completely cut out for a moment. A door appears in front of me, standing in the air. I open the door, recollecting the doorbell and jamming the door open beforehand, and enter. Behind the door there is a fog. I drift through the fog, almost aimlessly, searching for the adventure that is intended to be here. What seems like hours pass before I feel a subtle change in the silent fog, and look up to see a set of twenty-three strange-looking mimes standing before me.
For those who don't click the following link, I may as well describe what any one of these mimes looks like. They have strangely big heads, and overall have a palpable aura of wrongness around them. In fact, even light seems to avoid them- they inevitably cast four rail-thin shadows, writhing like the smoke from a burning book of eldritch lore. If you stared into one's face for too long, or even glanced at them too directly, you would be struck by a suspicion that the stark white of their faces is not greasepaint, but that the facial features themselves- nose, staring, too-large eyes, blackened lips... are false, painted onto a head as smooth and white as an empty eggshell. Or, perhaps, a cueball. And who knows? You might be right.
One steps forward, unfolding from an inhuman-looking posture, and unsheathes an invisible dagger from its waist. I kill it instantly with a spear of sharpened spaghetti through the heart. Another steps forward, revealing a zweihander, and another, retrieving a broadsword, until one has the good fortune to think to draw an invisible bow instead. I conjure a shield of pasta, blocking the arrow, but it rushes forward, drawing an invisible rapier and slashing at me. Thin red slashes appear on my body before I simply conjure a blast of scalding sauce that kills the clever mime, and all the rest with it. I begin concentrating, and a small fragment of each mime's soul draws itself to me. I store the souls away, before healing myself up to the same level of health I was at before and once more heading in a nonspecific direction.
The fog once again changes, becoming warmer, and I see a collection of fog that almost looks like an anvil. A hammer silently appears in my hand, and I begin hammering together the twenty-three mime soul fragments I retrieved earlier. Eventually, I have hammered together a strangely sharp-looking soul knife. I've seen many of this caliber before, and forged more than a few myself, but this is one that seems above the rest. I store the knife away in my inventory, conjuring a sheath for it first, and head back through the fog until I reach the original door I entered through. I leap back into the blessed noise of the world and close the door firmly, yet silently, whereupon it disappears.
This should be useful soon. I don't know whether to augment it immediately or not, but either way. An event has transpired that I should not know of, and yet I do. The day of the mime comes. The portal has opened, and once again closed. And the Turrets were dumbfounded. This does not bode well.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
Alchemies
SCP-216 && UKM-2000 machine gun = SCP-216-DTG (6/6)
Bow && Hiragana Iroha Scroll && Wand of Cold (NetHack) = Hiragana's Bow of the Wintery Icelands (5/5)
Bow && Katakana Gojūon Scroll && Wand of Fire (NetHack) = Katakana's Bow of the Depths of Volcanoes (5/5)
Ubercharge: 4/9
Action
I execute a massive healing spree. I channel lumps of healing energy and heal the Futurama Gate, Fayther, the Enchanted Deck, CogWynd the Memetic and Split, using the Black Hand, White Glove, Cerberus, Red Oktoberfest, the Origin Wands and the Unicoder. These lumps of healing energy are shaped like dodecahedrons, matryoshka dolls, Osmanya letters, the JoJ, Burston, ShamWoW, SCP-233, Neve Storris, cesium-188 atoms, Michael Rosen, pieces of androids, pandas, the entirety of Texas, allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, airports, airplanes, Microsoft Sam, Microsoft Mike, Microsoft Mary, Microsoft David Desktop, Radar Overseer Scotty, Bacon, the Supreme AI of the Internet, Zogg from Betelgeuse, Dr. Sbaitso, Microsoft Billy Mays, Microsoft Vince Offer, L&H Michael, runic letters, runic numbers, runic symbols, ideographic numbers, ideographic symbols, ideographic description characters, Guy Fawkes masks, Michael Rosen, Billy Mays, euphoric fedora-wearing atheists, n00bs, scrubs, scr00bs, nubs, scrublords, nublords, Chris Hansen, d100s, d20s, d12s, d10s, d8s, d6s, d4s, d2s, MS-DOS, PC-DOS, DR-DOS, QDOS, PTS-DOS, FreeDOS, concrete cylinders, HoH SiS, Microsoft Sam's Golden ROFL-47, SCP-343, SCP-1337, SCP-420-J, blazes, ghasts, Apple products, Microsoft products, diarrhea, ligatures, red links, Windows Go Green, Windows Screw the Environment, Windows Ebola, Windows Shockingly Septic Ebola Cancer Flesh Eating Disease TE, Windows 98, Windows 95, Windows 3.1, Windows XP, Windows Homework, Windows Detention, Windows Teacher, Windows School, Windows Baloney, Windows Bacon, Windows Tacos, Windows IWAY Edition, monkey bars, toothpaste tubes, Source SuS, Michael Rosen's bag of plams and finally the planet Jupiter-7.
3/50 Men's Hair Club
3/50 Atlanta Meat Armor
3/4 Invisibility Cloak
Withered Gloves of Dancing && Thorns && Lucky Horseshoe && Gore Magala Scale = Lucky Gloves of Dancing (Level 5: 5/6)
Healing more people on Team Excelsior! With sandviches to everyone! YESGOOD.
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No Joke
UBER: 12 Charges
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPH
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
It's Tempo, but you're not really requesting it IC, so it's fine. We're only as concerned about the Fifth Wall as you are. Besides, I can't think of any harmful repercussions of this particular use of meta.
I take out the Serpent Fang. This will probably go terribly wrong, or nothing will happen. I then plug it into the computer, and by plug I mean stab. I then decide to establish a symbolic link between the Fang and Binary's code manipulation powers and the Glitch's powers of corruption, irreversibly corrupting the code.
I then turn my attention to CWCATASTROPHE. ..."We have become death, destroyer of worlds." Well, really HE has, but let's ignore that. I guess I never really understood the Source Code of Reality, and now this is the just desserts I must face. Whatever, we've lived with enough gods. THIS WORLD HAS NO NEED FOR GODS!
I then take out the Octoroon Rangoon. Several Orbs of Hope suddenly appear, and I absorb them. I then take out the Prince's Chisel, and utilize the two in conjunction to create a mighty construct around me and the CWCATASTROPHE: THE PERFECTLY SAFE CAPSULE. I can totally get out of it if I want to, though. Just, you know, nobody else is allowed in. Just me, him, and the annoying voice in my head.
+2 Wilson (22$ total)
True Monado 13/50
Mythosesque 12/30
(Ruined Thrustersx6 && Fabrico Essentia) || Fear No Anvil = Fear Itself (Level 10: 10/11).
(Spiral Sucker && Picture of Earth) && English Energy = Color Mayhemsucker 5/11
Orb of Calm && Smash Ball 1/11
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Fseftr-52, Talist-4, Gutza1-14, Tazz-22, crystal-26, 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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ACTION TWO
Picking up the Sniper Monkey gun, I rush in close, slide underneath Subtus and fire straight underneath him, busting his leg joints wide open.
I also spit Lemonade in his already damaged eyes.
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Charges:
The Baconmaker Glove-set 10/50
High Frequency Karambit 10/35
A Metal Storm Machine Gun 13/20
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Alchemy
Monkey Iron Gun && The Dead Mag = Monkey's Iron Gun - Level 3/5
The Desk Creator && Iron Ignot && Gunpowder && redstone dust && Tiberium && Uranium = The Desk Exploder - Creates Desks that are rigged to blow up like C4 bombs with lead uranium shard shrapnel. - Level 3/6
I de-equip the Insanity Eyepatch
SCP-914 >Fine Insanity Eyepatch in an attempt to make it more powerful. Level 2/???
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Inventory - 8 visible slots. Once the eight visible slots fill, I will then hammerspace the rest.
The Desk Creator [UNDER ALCHEMITY]
Insanity eyepatch [UNDER ALCHEMITY]
Pneumatic Nailband EQUIPPED
Monkey Iron Gun [UNDER ALCHEMITY]
The Dead Mag [UNDER ALCHEMITY]
Creativity pen
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All two assists, I donate to Pricey
2ND POST
I use the inevitable death and carnage that has to come after that ridiculously happy Homestuck update and redirect it into the Bipole. This is a metaphysical redirection, of course, just the plot/emotion from the death and carnage made incarnate in our plot/emotion meta. That way it's not really a crossover, but also not really a loophole.
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=TURN ONE=
=CHARGE=
-50 / 50- Spin2Win (Modpack'd, +2) -> COMPLETE!
-26 / 50- The Tophat
-7 / 8- Mega Bomb (RELOADING)
+1 to Modpack
+1 to Tazz
=EXECUTE=
All the way from the Summoner's Institute, Garen suddenly spins onto the elevator from out of nowhere!
[AG] Garen
HP: 200,000
Attacks:
Decisive Strike: Garen slashes an enemy with his sword. Deals 15,000 damage and silences.
Courage: Upon use, gives Garen -30% damage taken for 3 turns.
Judgement: Spins around like an idiot. Deals 17,000 damage every turn, for 3 turns on a selected enemy. Cannot be cancelled in the middle of use!
Demacian Justice: Deals 20,000 damage + a potential extra 20,000 extra per % of the opponents missing HP. Five-turn Cooldown.
Example of Demacian Justice:
Enemy has 30,000 / 60,000 HP. Get the % of the opponents HP remaining, then get that % of 20,000. That's the extra damage.
30,000 / 60,000 = 50% HP left. 50% of 20,000 = 10,000.
TOTAL DAMAGE: 30,000.
Potenial Nerfs:
Reduce Judgement's damage to 14,000 / turn.
Demacian Justice's potential bonus goes down to 10,000.
Make Demacian Justice's cooldown take 6 turns.
=ACTION=
Superius is suddenly covered in razor-sharp, explosive splinters! How, you may ask?
Why...
I actually don't know.
=LIMBO=
Use the tablet to check the cams for info, then head down the hallways and RUN THE ANIMATRONICS (or whatever) DOWN WITH SCYTHES.
=COMMAND=
>Isaac: Brimstone Barrage on Superius! (Guardian.Angel: Target Superius!)
>Cans: PAUNCH Superius.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
==Important Alchemiter Information==
One does NOT need to unequip something to alchemize with it.
==End Important Alchemiter Information==
/null
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
ACTION THREE
Finishing off the combo, I leap far back, turn around, switch out the ammunition in the gun for an armor piercing round, and headshot subtus.
Or...butt shot... You know, he looks so weird, I dunno if I shot his head or his rear.... Eh. Hurts either way.
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Charges:
The Baconmaker Glove-set 11/50
High Frequency Karambit 11/35
A Metal Storm Machine Gun 14/20
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Alchemy
Monkey Iron Gun && The Dead Mag = Monkey's Iron Gun - Level 4/5
The Desk Creator && Iron Ignot && Gunpowder && redstone dust && Tiberium && Uranium = The Desk Exploder - Creates Desks that are rigged to blow up like C4 bombs with lead uranium shard shrapnel. - Level 4/6
I de-equip the Insanity Eyepatch
SCP-914 >Fine Insanity Eyepatch in an attempt to make it more powerful. Level 3/???
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Inventory - 8 visible slots. Once the eight visible slots fill, I will then hammerspace the rest.
The Desk Creator [UNDER ALCHEMITY]
Insanity eyepatch [UNDER ALCHEMITY]
Pneumatic Nailband EQUIPPED
Monkey Iron Gun [UNDER ALCHEMITY]
The Dead Mag [UNDER ALCHEMITY]
Creativity pen
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All two assists, I donate to Pricey
Post III
Fury attack 2/10
Meditation (unlocks a realm ) 1/15
Critical Strike 1/20
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Hank uses rainbow bullets (great for distractions, not so much for combat) to distract anything that tries to target Wilson.
The TARDIS: (I'm assuming Astria went into the TARDIS to check it out on the monitors, as the TARDIS is still in blue police box form).
Astria looks at the monitors and sees a lot of different things. Pieces of tech, large empty spaces, several large monsters of various kinds...
And a freaking, huge, energy cannon. And its glowing. The energy obliterator.
Eric walks in and whistles softly after staring at the screen.
Deimos grins, I know what I'm taking to a firing range first chance I get.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
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Yesterday's update is finished! No post from me today. There should be one tomorrow!
... You know, the first thing I think of when I hear "Energy obliterator" is something that obliterates energy. Therefore I am now referring to this weapon as the CONSERVATION VIOLATION.
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'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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4/50 Men's Hair Club
4/50 Atlanta Meat Armor4/4 Invisibility Cloak
Equipping the Invisibility Cloak! Yay! I heal a random Team Excelsior PL with the No Joke!
Withered Gloves of Dancing && Thorns && Lucky Horseshoe && Gore Magala Scale = Lucky Gloves of Dancing (Level 5: 6/6)
And looking through a few items to add to this alchemy. This'll take a while. But first...
1/14 Thu'um Boombox (Gun)
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No Joke
UBER: 12 Charges
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPHAvatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
Post III
I respawn from the Meat Effigey, ascending out of my private pocket dimension and grabbing Sweet Tooth on the way. As I exit the dimensional rift and enter the space behind the Array of Computers , I feel the connection to the pocket dimension suddenly getting severed. I look at my rapidly dissolving corpse, and see the Shadow Enderman standing there, grinning eeriely and pointing Umbra's Rifle at me.
Could you give me the rifle?
I'm sorry, V. I'm afraıd I can't do that.
You... You speak? Why did you take the rifle?
It ıs mıne, and has always been. It has my name on ıt.
Umbra pulls the trigger, sending a sharp, black bullet straight towards me.
Wwhorzz/z//
How... did you disable my teleportation?
I fire a blast of enderdrim nightmare magic at the magically nightmarish enderman, who simply grabs the crackling energy, and throws it at a Hunter-Chopper Mobile Task Force, resulting in a violent explosion.
The bullet from Umbra's Rifle flies towards me, stopping a decimeter from my chest. There, it suddenly begins to unfold shadowy tentacles, teleporting the Shadow Enderman towards me. It grabs my forehead.
Goodbye.
And then everything goes black as double midnight.
The Bearger uses Earthquake on Subtus.
Ravethrower 2/9
SCP-379 > Coarse
Ψ-Mech Mk. A 2/4
Ancestral Awakening 42/50
Thorndroids 9/10
You should have told us that the Invisibility wears off at the end of the turn. Now I had to retcon all that plot.
Also, yes, Purple Sniper was excactly the "godtier" I was aiming for. How do you change text color on this [G0RILLA] editor?
I respawn.
I'll be making my great escape now!
Act 1! +1 to Generic, +1 to Talist/Wilson!
101 (17/30) (They seek the apprentice, they are Pleased. +1 from talist I missed.)
Void Proof-Armor && (Moorblade Frame && Fabrico Essentia) = Voided Moorblade Frame (Level 10: 11/11). WIN!
A very brief pause in my ship-building to do something stupid/awesome. Mythos >=Zillymiter=< = ???.
Shard of the lost orb of phantastacoria && Wave Motion Gun = Phanastacoria's Frenzy (Level 10: 9/11).
(Ruined Luxury Room && Fabrico Essentia) && Water Creation Node && Cornucopia of Plenty = Satisfaction Room (Level 8: 3/9).
I copiously rage at Richard for not properly programming those Mime Turrets properly. Or even putting them there, otherwise we wouldn't have thought of mimes as a distraction. I absolutely refuse to take responsibility for that one, on the singular thing that how was I supposed to know that MIMES were fast enough to dodge a turret, something previously thought impossible!? I'd go on, but that would just lead to rage, but that already exists anyways.
This rage turns into a copious amount of power, and I quickly make the best of a poor situation; Using this on top of the electricity that the Nether Spire creates (@Piono: By Twin'd directions, You CANNOT damage the supercomputers in any way, you've GOT to hack them straight-up or be screwed.) to pump myself full of power. I quickly use the fact I am still in Trickster Mode to grow three new pairs of arms (Common misconceptions of Trickster Mode inlcude the fact that they are limited to colorful candy-coated craziness. No. It's partially that, partially a very weird take on wish fulfillment, and partially cartoon physics on steroids.), and use all the power and the new sets of arms to code faster than the Godmodder's computer could ever catch up to. I mean, Richard's amazing at coding but I don't think he usually sprouts three new pairs of arms just to code, and even if I'm worse by a considerable degree (and that is dead true for almost all of us) I'm still going just plain faster than his own code can keep up with. Eventually the supercomputer has bluescreened horribly from a mixture of viruses, commented-out critical code, suddenly having the most sophisticated anti-lag and anti-virus programs ever designed deleted while lag and viruses were running rampant, and other unfortunate things, and isn't coming back for another round. Hpefully.
I quickly deploy helpful Psionic messages to Crusher48 to support his fight against SCP-2713’s mind afterwards. Hopefully it gets through alright. I wind CogWynd down by 5%, CogWynd will walk into Fayther's range while still being stealth-mode, and he’ll use Extra Plating to get SWOLE AS REDACTED…In an HP sense. I threaten Wily with more bodily harm to make him compliant to the idea to use his Buzz Saw Barrage on the Arms of the machine. Talist, do you think you can pull off a Rainbow memory here, maybe?
If any Mimes become an immediate Problem (not a problem, but a Problem with a capital P and italics), I plan leave the vicinity of the area entirely and move to the Mainframe by way of the Warp Ring. I'm pretty sure that if the Mimes like portals that that Erelye's going to find himself the author of the Red Book he found by time shenanigans (to put it one way), so the extreme security of Grayhold isn't nearly as much of a guarentee right now. Anachron is on the moon right now, and something funny's up with the night so no dice. I don't know where Blue/Red are at all. Eric’s exact location is unspecific and I do not want to be too close to GodCraft for it. The Mainframe is not going to be that easily brought down, even by the Italian-
...Ahab Crosshair's Captcha Code.
Assuming I can, I contact Eric again immediately. "OK, Eric, I remembered who the INWVSA is, but forget the name it's just a font for some group called the Italian Space Mafia. I have NO CLUE how, but whatever they are they, uh, were some small-faction restricted to a few planets a long time ago...Or when I was traveling around. Honestly, void shenanigans. You're probably going to end up your own grandfather because void shenanigans. I have no clue how long they've been around from their perspective, but whatever they are they've...Uh, grown...Give me a sec. Oracle consultations."
I tap into the Magic English eye for more information. I learn that the INWVSA has been around for 50 years from their perspective, there has only been one new Don during that time (the son of the first don), they have a home-planet of Arcus V and a capital of 'The Midnight City,' they have managed to make their own version of Engietech weapons through reverse-engineering at some battlefield regarding Pantheon territory and some misfire (which is soooooooooo useful since the Pantheon is basically an eternal battlefield), and they have claims over 1/3rd of the multiverse (including GodCraft). They actually only have secure grasp over 1/4th of the multiverse (and this 1/4th doesn't include GodCraft) despite minimal apperances in those worlds for anything other than 'Void Boat tolls,' but this is effectively a moot point as they're strong and wide enough enough to qualify for a multiversal power, merely do not have 'outposts' in the regions not constituted as 'secure' in this case, and their numbers and armaments could easily support a more aggressive approach for more turf and are MORE than capable of handling most void threats currently in existence, but as it stands they are making no plans for expansion barring outside intervention from other Multiversal powers-either due to the extreme Horrorterrors or due to simply gaining more members. Due to void shenanigans (that is to say, due to the issues of temporal and spatial position when traveling through the void), they have not met the IUPC agents at any point prior in either of their timelines, and vice-versa, IUPC agents have yet to meet the INWVSA in any manner. I convey all of this to Eric. I do NOT convey that this is also the same group who, three years Prior, I lead a small campaign against them relevant to the Squid Ink Incident that resulted in their number and current turf cut in half, had the then-Don’s girl (and now-Don's sister by extension) come along for the trip by her volition (which kind of looked like kidnapping in hindsight, not helped by the fact she horribly died of circumstances outside of my ability to prevent, specifically [REDACTED]), and was the source of the original Moorblade by way of liberated peoples giving me the then-Don’s best ship, one he himself stole, all while they were technically towards the beginning of that 50 year thing by their perspective. Stupid void shenanigans. Hopefully they don't hold a grudge over it, as the eye seems to be very cryptic in regards to that. 'You'll find out.' indeed.
((Yeah, Piono, it's becoming a thing, like it or not. Probably a DTG3 thing more than anything, but still.))
3RD POST
I ignore the fact that this is actually my second post and continue onwards. Seeing the apparent rucket thrusters on Bipole I just stick a wad of used napkins and various other clogging materials up the pipes. Then I kick Bipole's legs out from under it, rendering it, and the rocket thrusters, useless.
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