The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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=TURN ONE=
=CHARGE=
-4 / 25- Operation GET OUT OF FLUMPTY LAND
-31 / 50- The Tophat
+1 to Modpack
+1 to Tazz
=ACTION=
I attack Subtus/Bipole (Subtus was renamed or something) with THE OTHER SIDE!
=LIMBO=
I attempt to forcefully lob Birthday Boy Blam's head off, using THE ARMISTYX in GUILLOTINE SCYTHE MODE. If Blam is killed / temporarly stunned, I progress towards The Washroom, with the ARMISTYX in PANIC ATTACK SCYTHE MODE. If Blam isn't defeated, I attempt to break into the Office once more, then slam the door behind me.
=COMMAND=
>Isaac: MEGA BOMB Subtus/Bipole! (Guardian.Angel: Follow same attack!)
>Garen: DEMACIAAAA! Use Judgement on Subtus/Bipole!
My Action: I recover after being ejected from SCP-2317. "Alright, godmodder. Your faction leaders die, NOW." I use a group PM to tell all the faction leaders about the {REDACTED}. Due to the nature of the {REDACTED}, they all drop dead instantly. Note: Spoiler info is definitely OOC information for everyone, I only put it there because otherwise Twinbuilder would make the whole attack fail.
In case you don't get it, the {REDACTED} is the memetic kill cocktail, the same one that was mailed to the godmoder instead of the godmodder. Even though I am no longer allied with the SCP Foundation, I still know about this because I was working with them when they made that secret weapon.
Fleetmind Action: The fleetmind calls in a favor from LOTA, who promptly fires his superweapon. The weapon is literally the size of a large station (before being re-weaponized it held 30 million people), and is designed to penetrate pretty much all defenses. It blasts into the top of the tower, shredding it to pieces and forcing the godmodder to act to stop a critical failure from spreading to the rest of the tower (the godmodder spends his action this round on damage control).
SCP-2317 Action: I do stuff. Oh, am I supposed to be dead? Well, the same thing Crusher48 used to control me allows me to share a body with him. Don't tell him.
Last turn is finished, no post today. Working on the final storyposts of the game...
I have to ask, what changed between last and tonight?
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[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Lacking imagination, I shoot Subtus with the Recoil Scoper and Superius with Ultimatum!
+1x2 to Erelye!
Stuff charges!
My shadow in Limbo simply observes for a long while, waiting to see if anything particularly portentous will occur, before leaving to wander yet further.
Aboard the Anachron, about a week or so ago;
One of the Four Engineers wonders aloud how they should even start to try to repair this, or even if trying is a good idea.
Another points out that there's no good way of reaching the Core to repair it.
The third and fourth begin attempting to plot out their next moves, though the general air is changing from confusion and terror to outright despair.
It is at this point, rather conveniently, and likely due to the measurable Narrativium content of the Anachron's "Armor-Comp" standard construction material, that both halves of the Amperzand Split arrive.
"What in the name of unholy gorilla happened here?"
"I tend to assume it was the unfortunate Doctor, brother."
"Uh, y-you-you two are d-dead, right? You died? We heard you all died?"
Both splits look at the now-exceedingly-nervous Engineer for a moment.
"Yep. We got better though,
calm yourself."
"Is our digital friend alive,
do ya think?"
"Uh, probably not. From what we can tell, that thing over there is meant to be a main terminal, and it's showing the 'OS missing' icon y'all use."
"Ah, good point, I missed that."
"Well, I suppose I could just
re-upload him, surely?"
"Worth a try, probably. You've got a copy that still works?"
"Yeah, it'll take a while though, give me some time."
"You four should likely go and see what can be done about the rest of the Crew, their fate is sure to have been unpleasant,
given how badly the outer layers got gorilla'd up, the radiation had to have been way past lethal levels."
Hank continues cleaving his way through the mobs, smashing the heads of various undead monsters in with a large axe before switching out to a flamethrower, which he uses to roast more of them, sending the torched undead running directly into the paths of the faction leaders, messing with their attacks. Hank follows up with a rather large rocket launcher, which fires a ridiculously oversized rocket that is hit by a skeleton's arrow, which sends it spiraling off course straight into the side of the SS Omega, but instead of dealing raw damage, the rocket was actually EMP (redstone-based), and as such causes the SS Omega's weapon systems to whack out and begin firing wildly all over the place, dealing even more resulting damage to both the faction leaders and incoming mobs.
Hank stops for a moment during this brief respite to ponder, why are we stopping the minigame mobs? Wouldn't it be more effective to grab the cake, put it somewhere where the mobs will get toasted while they try to get to it, and just leave it at that? Upon this burst of rationing, Hank rushes back, grabs the cake, uses a potion of invisibility and another of invincibility, and rushes it downstairs, coats it with a long-lasting potion of heat/force resistance, and tosses it into the safest-looking opening amongst the self-destructing turrets and such. He gets back up to the others just before the potions wear off, and dives to the ground right before a stray turret shot, detonated late by the intense heat emanating from the lower level whizzes through where his head was just before the dive. This bullet ricochets off the ceiling and slams right into one of the faction leaders.
WARNING! A HUGE POST FROM "The_Nonexistent_Tazz" IS APPROACHING FAST!
I am about to kick rear end and chew bubblegum, but in the very far-fledged distance, a gong is heard, ferociously rocking the very land. I quickly de-trickster, then remove Mythos and the Magic English Eye and then use potent Bard of Life powers to heal myself to full, making many question why I didn't just do that immediately. It is time. I quickly plant a wooden door-the very first one I used in this thread-and step through it. It vanishes behind me, leaving a ton of confused people to ponder where I just decided to go.
...
In a seculded, peaceful world, mercifully absent of any particular foes like the Italian Space Mafia, Project Nexus, the vicious beasts, or other such things, lay a group of 100 dedicated men and women, all dedicating their lives to several things. First, unrelenting pursuit to be masters of the art of the Door-based Majjyks, a highly physical art that involves movement and quick, smart and heavy strikes from unforseen angles. A doorior monk is not powerful, but infinitely skilled: Against a rampaging monster a thousand fold their own strength they will merely need one door. Second, unrelenting devotion to their patrons, which are all horses for some reason. Third, practictioners and advocates of peace and harmony with a fellow man, practicing movement and force to defend those times. In other words, they are a group of 100 for whom the world may always trust. In and out like an annoying wizard advisor, dealing massive damage, dropping cryptic (or not so cryptic) hints, and vanishing in a few moments, leaving onlookers bewieldered.
They are not usually saught after-their whole planet is seculded and material possessions matter not. They live in Shangri-Doorah, a pristine area of flowing water and fresh fruits and nuts, giving them all the substance they will ever need. Hence, they are only one hundred in fold, one hundred masters with no apprentice for the longest while. They have seen the face of technology but need it not, it contradicts their nature and they need nothing more than what they already have. In other words; there was no reason to visit except to learn from the best, or if one was REALLY lost. And for the lost, they had maps of the local area. They usually taught a curious passerby a few self-defensive tricks, a door to before to escape harm, but they have not taken pupils in ages.
Then I came along. My...Erm, well. How do I put this? I did not get the Doorkind Strife Specibus naturally. And yes I did get a Doorkind Strife Specibus. Strife Specibus help aid weapon mastery significantly, even with odd weapons like scissors or plushies or whatnot. Rather, if multiple people have the same specibus, or don't have any at all, they will generate a new one for everyone but one of the offenders at random, then make their weapons align with the new kind. In my game of SBURB I had no Specibus and there were two Sword wielders. Pane was the sword wielder who got shafted, obtaining a new Window Pane Specibus, while the game generated a new specibus despite my complete lack of need for it. I am too good with most...Standard weapons. I got Doors, which made it interesting, and the game kept giving me more ridiculous doors as super weapons. I made the most of it and eventually realized something slightly more but could not grasp it fully, so when I saw they used the same weapon I asked for help.
I'm not going to go into details, but they had a reverance for horses as I mentioned. This factored in significantly with my unorthodox training method they decided upon. Doors lead places and I was needed elseware (ongoing Squid Ink Incident) so they let me roam to master my abilities on the condition that they would gauge me from time to time. The gong was a sign of the gauging, another one-I had one just before hitting the battlefield, actually. They're pretty sparse things. Hencforth I am here again. I didn't go Trickster because that was...Err. I'm not sure what they'd think of that, at all, and I don't want to find out, not like I was breaching anything in the process of doing that. We agreed on many things, and they agreed that their arts needed to be spread further lest they die out and were forgotten. De-aging was not on the agenda for these monks. I, on the other hand, had a fullproof against the ravages of time, so I could teach the masses. I may not have been...Perfect. But the Monks had a...Err, reverance for the horse, and they taught to raise into the roll, not to find the perfect roll already. I was the best they had, and they could have done a lot worse.
Thus and such I was made an apprentice, the one-hundreth-and-first of their number, and it had been such for many years. I had made practice with doors of many kinds, and made many waves with my unexpected and revolutionary style of martial arts, highly defensive and heroic in nature in all aspects. I haven't had much time to put the pacifism to play-and they realized that much-but I advocated unconsciousness over killing anyways...It's just that preventing death is kind of hard, and not always possible. Cops are trained to shoot for the torso-bullets pretty much will kill no matter where they hit, so no point in aming for extremities as they will be just as bad as aiming for the gut in the first place and more likely to miss. But otherwise I was an excellent, if not overachieving, student of the arts of the Doorior.
I stand before the Monks again. I put away the rest of my gear and prepare myself with another door. I must use no Godmodding, no Trickster shenanigans, no Descendancy, not even the Door Majjyks my soulbinds allot me. I face a master, another of the 100 monks. I win, I become a master. Mabye not a monk but a master for sure. The door I am given is wooden and lacks special qualities. So is the door of the master. There are no imbalances here. Skill alone will decide this fight, and despite the defensive style, fights of such a nature end fast. Very fast.
The gong sounds a second time-the spar begins. With quick symmetry we plant the doors in front of us and travel through. The master sneaks up from behind where I was, while I sneak up out of the same door-portal. Yes, that's possible. Of course, he came out backwards, expecting the sneak attack but still allowing me some momentum, coming fast with a high punch. He catches it quickly-I swiftly knee him to free myself and step away, back into my door. Mostly even, thus far...I hear a door opening behind me and roundhouse kick backwards, grabbing my door quickly. The instructor again catches my leg, but catches a door to the wrist for his troubles as I bring it down upon it, freeing myself quickly again. He responds with a punch from his door to my own, and holding it as I am I find myself unable to stop as I am swatted aside from both the door opening and the fist, sent skidding to the side and away from my weapon. I quickly Umeki up, narrowly evading the second door slam from the master's door and my face coming an inch from his good hand as he doorports in. I take the opportunity and quickly respond with a punch to his head, causing him to falter from having his noggin slammed. I follow through the door and punch him down, before taking his door, within reach, and slamming down upon him by its edge. Or where he was. He fell the floor, activating my former door, now definitely his, and getting back on his feet.
I do not think. I quickly drop kick the monk away from the door and grab the second one. AS long as my hand is on it he cannot use it, depriving him of both weapons. The Doorior, without a door, is dangerous but not as mobile, and me having two gives me plenty of opportunities. I open a door, he hears it behind him and swings in...And I thrash him from his now-turned back with the other door, dropping him down. Conscious, but down. He's a hard guy to KO.
This affair was mostly done in flash-step, and lasted about 2 seconds. A doorior is a style of evasion and unexpected angles. The Doorior fights with practical proteciton and spiritual harmony-some steps are intertwined, some not. A doorior is a river-many drops of water rushing forward, coming from all angles. He is many doors.
The monks bow to me, and I raise up the defeated monk, who also bows. I bow back. I am taken into the temple of the place. I'm not describing it so you idiot scan't go there, because you need to know where to teleport to, well, teleport. Universal law. Can't really argue with it, otherwise you find yourself half of a torso and dead by telefrag.
...
15 minutes later, after being handed the Black Belt, a new ritual begins. This isn't usual for the Doorior Door Monks, but in my case, I am kind of the object of their fascination and veneration, or at least one of them. Close enough. Ugh. It's complicated. In any case, they give me a special privilege-a special door, known as the Divine Gate of Harmony, to be used to deal justice from afar. It's got a few special properties, primary among them the ability to travel anywhere, and I am to forge it with whatever materials I see fit, Door or otherwise. Doors are not bludgeoning tools if they do not want to be-Door Majjyks allow for them to become as sharp as swords if need be. I see no reason to not use the Eternal Calefwlch, the white and now unbreaking sword the first material. I give to a Monk, one of three who shall conduct the ritual along with me. more than 4 things, not counting the door itself, would be dangerous. The door itself is the same one I used against the Doorior Monk in defeating him. I then put in the Warp Ring-having lost the Warp Ring Gate due to the Mime accident, it's the best substitute. I also grab a Glitch-proof piece of metal off of the Glitch-Proof Armor, because there is nothing worse than the glitch and a weapon immune to it is always good. It's why I have Glitchrender. Finally, another Keldeo Hair. For Wilson they're kind of hard to find, but for me...Not so much. ((Of course, if you go to the Memo you know exactly why already.))
the ritual begins. I'm forbidden to say what it is, though, because it's private. There is no good that comes from prying into this stuff. However, there was a lot of spinning on part of the door. I am honorbound to not reveal the secret of this practice. It could be used for great evils.
What the result is I can divulge far more readily. The power of Justice, Stability, Order, and Movement all reek from the weapon, a pure gold door embellished in a golden ring. It's inherent components give it a stable array of powers: Aside from the inherent Order/Justice Majjyks, the weapon is glitch-proof, it's outer ring is infused with an aura of Door and Order-based sharpness, has some light dominion over the majjyks of Fire, Time and Water, and most importantly serves as a hole to anywhere, at anytime-I open it, and I am there. Unlike the Warp Ring from where it was derived, the potent powers of its components as well as the ritual makes this door much more energy efficient, though I still cannot spam it. In other words: a Grand wepaon, majjykal conduit for a variety of Majjyks, and a portal to anywhere within my knowledge.
I give the Monks a bow, and take the door back to where I am going, now given the title of the Master of the Doorior Arts, the one-hundred-and-first Master.
...
I come back out of my brand-spanking-new Divine Gate of Harmony, and a coincidental firing of random weapons from some jumpy guy on the S.S. Omega deprives me of an arm and eye again. Well, there goes the idea that I was going to not have to augment myself again, but ugh. It's kind of weird and annoying., and makes me look like the Godmodder/Vriska/Psi/whoever else is missing an eye and an arm. I re-equip the Mythos, the Magic English Eye, and whatever else I stopped wearing for the master's ceremony. I then test out the Divine Gate of Harmony by stepping through it and letting a pulse of its native majjyks out onto the deck of the S.S. Omega, damaging it, the ritual of the masters fresh and the powers ready for use.
((Twin, you decide the level of the Divine Gate of Harmony and whatnot.))
CogWynd will use Come At Me Bro on the Skeletons, winding him up by 20% and taunting them with annoying and rude memes, including the titular. In caes this was missed: If CogWynd isn't targeted by them, they're going to have a 50% chance of failing their action, but if he is targeted by them, he has a 50% chance of doing a 9,000 damage counter. He gets ready for receiving the Rainbow Memory in case Fayther targets him with that (I also recommend Wilson for that, but I have no idea what that would do to him in terms of mental effects). I threaten the Ultimate Wily Capsule to reappear quickly and attack the Skeletons as well with some more force. I convince Split that those three dudes over there (them being the Faction Owners) look like they're cruisin' for a bruisin,' courtesy of his awesome weapon with his awesome special attacks-those awesome ones that we all love to see.
Anthem shall affect both me and Talist if that's okay because selfishness and all that: 46/50
A.B.E.: 14/50
I find it shameful that the cake is not put on a plate. True shame cannot be expressed to the godmodder in words for failing to acknowledge such a simple thing. I decide to fix this problem by taking the cake and putting it on a plate.
It is after a zombie attempts to pick it up that it was brought to my attention the plate was made of explodium.
I timetravel to the past and join the Creative server, and proceed to amass weapons, armors, and the items used in the past attacks coming from the Creative Server Door. I then, on the Creative Server, check if everything on Main is installed...
If not, what isn't?
A package comes through the Creative door, which I am already in the exact position to grab. The Godmodder is unable to interfere because I was moving backwards in time whilst grabbing the package. Of course, it probably contains almost nothing of real value.. However, it at the very least contains all the explosives I could possibly fit inside...
I blast more mobs with zilly, once again causing them to defend the cake.
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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.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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{Y'know, I have to say, having played in DTG sessions with and without specific alchemized weapons, I kinda prefer not having them for reasons of randomly hammerspaced stuffs being comparably effective to everything else, though general damage-boosting artifacts and potions are hardly bad from any point of view, as being able to permanently raise your effectiveness against the endless mooks via charging is nice.}
Feeling a little out of sorts, presumably due to the many, many varieties of massive radiation poisoning and lingering, particularly nasty wounds both halves of me are suffering from, both of me use their increasingly-difficult-to-handle psionic capabilities to raise literally every weapon, alchemical and otherwise, in their possession, and open fire on on Subtus and one on Superius, devastation in a myriad varieties sweeping the Elevator shaft above and below.
+1x2 to Piono because why not.
Stuff charges!
Anachronlog; {This is the last one before they start being relevant to anyone else, I promise}
"Do you actually have a plan?"
"Probably."
Amp reaches into the eye-twisting ovoid of seething nothingness that is a Personal Hammerspace Container, rummages around for longer than usual, and pulls out Reaction Beyond, in a fuzz of the temporal strangeness resulting from the alchemy existing in the past due to the action being taken in the future and Hammerspace compensating by allowing whatever, since it's Hammerspace, and it contains anything you need it to.
"What in every variant of Hell is that?"
"Call it a gift from our mutual insanity. Anyway, that part there's an active H-3 Strategic Administration Core, complete with sentience, so as I see it, he's anomaly-proofed enough to handle being alchemized, and this is a complete gestalt of him as of whenever this copy was made,
so why do we not simply plug it in and see what happens? ...You make even worse plans than I do, no wonder we made H3 to do the thinking for us."
"Well, why the hell not."
Zand pulls an industry-size cylinder of construction nanites from his PHC, then builds a simple, sturdy platform leading from the entrance to the Core and its main terminal.
"I suppose this idiocy is likely our best option. Go ahead."
Amp takes four long, understandably stompy strides forward, and finds to his amusement that there is already a convenient slot, five meters across, for the heavy Mobile Reactor that serves as Reaction Beyond's chasse. *Clunk-zzt-vrrnn-silence*
My former body teleports into the Hub, crackling with nightmarish energies. It's arms, still holding Sweet Tooth, begin twiching and point themselves at the Bridge of S.S. 0mega, and firing a huge blast of enderpearl-powered Nightmare Fuel straight towards the ship. The body descends opening it's eyes, and revealing two dark purple orbs lacking anything recembling an iris or pupil.
As long as I can remember, I have followed V around, lackıng the abılıty to ınterfere, ınteract, or even turn away. I was hıs shadow. And now he ıs mıne.
The Bearger will try to stay in the Healbot's range, defending it, and hopefully get healed.
I vote for all the players to use their specials... on the NEXT big enemy we fight, since we have these ones down! I take Subtus for a trip on my monster car, which is a car shaped by a monster! However, Subtus was always scared of monsters, despite arguably being one himself! I use his awakened fear of monsters to teleport him into a dark room... He looks around, and sees a giant tentacled monster, a big bear-like monster, and what looks like a massive snake! He finds a lightswitch next to him and uses it, expecting them to be furniture... but nope, turns out he was absolutely right about the nature of the beasties! They all maul him!
=TURN ONE=
=CHARGE=
-4 / 25- Operation GET OUT OF FLUMPTY LAND
-31 / 50- The Tophat
+1 to Modpack
+1 to Tazz
=ACTION=
I attack Subtus/Bipole (Subtus was renamed or something) with THE OTHER SIDE!
=LIMBO=
I attempt to forcefully lob Birthday Boy Blam's head off, using THE ARMISTYX in GUILLOTINE SCYTHE MODE. If Blam is killed / temporarly stunned, I progress towards The Washroom, with the ARMISTYX in PANIC ATTACK SCYTHE MODE. If Blam isn't defeated, I attempt to break into the Office once more, then slam the door behind me.
=COMMAND=
>Isaac: MEGA BOMB Subtus/Bipole! (Guardian.Angel: Follow same attack!)
>Garen: DEMACIAAAA! Use Judgement on Subtus/Bipole!
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
50/50 {REDACTED}
8/40 Return of EXOS
My Action: I recover after being ejected from SCP-2317. "Alright, godmodder. Your faction leaders die, NOW." I use a group PM to tell all the faction leaders about the {REDACTED}. Due to the nature of the {REDACTED}, they all drop dead instantly. Note: Spoiler info is definitely OOC information for everyone, I only put it there because otherwise Twinbuilder would make the whole attack fail.
In case you don't get it, the {REDACTED} is the memetic kill cocktail, the same one that was mailed to the godmoder instead of the godmodder. Even though I am no longer allied with the SCP Foundation, I still know about this because I was working with them when they made that secret weapon.
Fleetmind Action: The fleetmind calls in a favor from LOTA, who promptly fires his superweapon. The weapon is literally the size of a large station (before being re-weaponized it held 30 million people), and is designed to penetrate pretty much all defenses. It blasts into the top of the tower, shredding it to pieces and forcing the godmodder to act to stop a critical failure from spreading to the rest of the tower (the godmodder spends his action this round on damage control).
SCP-2317 Action: I do stuff. Oh, am I supposed to be dead? Well, the same thing Crusher48 used to control me allows me to share a body with him. Don't tell him.
> PARANOiA: Fire the KzR at the Enchanted deck.
> Redstone Block: Teleport behind the league of mobs and karate-chop them.
I'll be making my great escape now!
I have to ask, what changed between last and tonight?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
Entity actions.
Well, SCP-2317 got nuked. Other than that I dont really care. Oh dont worry, I can still take out the godmodder without SCP-2317.
/null
because it will be immediately destroyed by the OP scale.
/null
I'll be making my great escape now!
No, a coffee break once caused all posts to be ignored for a turn, so this does not break the OP scale.
Post I
Fury attack 5/10
Meditation (unlocks a realm ) 4/15
Critical Strike 4/20
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Lacking imagination, I shoot Subtus with the Recoil Scoper and Superius with Ultimatum!
+1x2 to Erelye!
Stuff charges!
My shadow in Limbo simply observes for a long while, waiting to see if anything particularly portentous will occur, before leaving to wander yet further.
Aboard the Anachron, about a week or so ago;
One of the Four Engineers wonders aloud how they should even start to try to repair this, or even if trying is a good idea.
Another points out that there's no good way of reaching the Core to repair it.
The third and fourth begin attempting to plot out their next moves, though the general air is changing from confusion and terror to outright despair.
It is at this point, rather conveniently, and likely due to the measurable Narrativium content of the Anachron's "Armor-Comp" standard construction material, that both halves of the Amperzand Split arrive.
"What in the name of unholy gorilla happened here?"
"I tend to assume it was the unfortunate Doctor, brother."
"Uh, y-you-you two are d-dead, right? You died? We heard you all died?"
Both splits look at the now-exceedingly-nervous Engineer for a moment.
"Yep. We got better though,
calm yourself."
"Is our digital friend alive,
do ya think?"
"Uh, probably not. From what we can tell, that thing over there is meant to be a main terminal, and it's showing the 'OS missing' icon y'all use."
"Ah, good point, I missed that."
"Well, I suppose I could just
re-upload him, surely?"
"Worth a try, probably. You've got a copy that still works?"
"Yeah, it'll take a while though, give me some time."
"You four should likely go and see what can be done about the rest of the Crew, their fate is sure to have been unpleasant,
given how badly the outer layers got gorilla'd up, the radiation had to have been way past lethal levels."
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
Hank continues cleaving his way through the mobs, smashing the heads of various undead monsters in with a large axe before switching out to a flamethrower, which he uses to roast more of them, sending the torched undead running directly into the paths of the faction leaders, messing with their attacks. Hank follows up with a rather large rocket launcher, which fires a ridiculously oversized rocket that is hit by a skeleton's arrow, which sends it spiraling off course straight into the side of the SS Omega, but instead of dealing raw damage, the rocket was actually EMP (redstone-based), and as such causes the SS Omega's weapon systems to whack out and begin firing wildly all over the place, dealing even more resulting damage to both the faction leaders and incoming mobs.
Hank stops for a moment during this brief respite to ponder, why are we stopping the minigame mobs? Wouldn't it be more effective to grab the cake, put it somewhere where the mobs will get toasted while they try to get to it, and just leave it at that? Upon this burst of rationing, Hank rushes back, grabs the cake, uses a potion of invisibility and another of invincibility, and rushes it downstairs, coats it with a long-lasting potion of heat/force resistance, and tosses it into the safest-looking opening amongst the self-destructing turrets and such. He gets back up to the others just before the potions wear off, and dives to the ground right before a stray turret shot, detonated late by the intense heat emanating from the lower level whizzes through where his head was just before the dive. This bullet ricochets off the ceiling and slams right into one of the faction leaders.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
Act 1! +1 to Generic, +1 to Erelye!
101 (30/30) (They seek the apprentice, they are Pleased. +2 from Crystal, +1 from Generic.)
oneOhOne() executing...
The Phoenix (18/50) (Rise from the Ashes. +2 from Crystal, +3 from Generic, +1 from Talist.)
The Panic Button (14/25) (Variable emergency response charge. +2 from Crystal, +2 from Generic)
Golden (2/50) (Threefold its Champions, Fourfold it's forms... +1 from Ire)
(Ruined Bedroom && Fabrico Essentia) && Void-Grade Wifi Hotspot = Top-Class Bedroom (Level 8: 4/9)
(Ruined Luxury Room && Fabrico Essentia) && Water Creation Node && Cornucopia of Plenty = Satisfaction Room (Level 8: 7/9).
Buff (the wearable clothing) && Bug Spray Majjyks = Fly Away Buff (Level 2: 2/3)
WARNING! A HUGE POST FROM "The_Nonexistent_Tazz" IS APPROACHING FAST!
I am about to kick rear end and chew bubblegum, but in the very far-fledged distance, a gong is heard, ferociously rocking the very land. I quickly de-trickster, then remove Mythos and the Magic English Eye and then use potent Bard of Life powers to heal myself to full, making many question why I didn't just do that immediately. It is time. I quickly plant a wooden door-the very first one I used in this thread-and step through it. It vanishes behind me, leaving a ton of confused people to ponder where I just decided to go.
In a seculded, peaceful world, mercifully absent of any particular foes like the Italian Space Mafia, Project Nexus, the vicious beasts, or other such things, lay a group of 100 dedicated men and women, all dedicating their lives to several things. First, unrelenting pursuit to be masters of the art of the Door-based Majjyks, a highly physical art that involves movement and quick, smart and heavy strikes from unforseen angles. A doorior monk is not powerful, but infinitely skilled: Against a rampaging monster a thousand fold their own strength they will merely need one door. Second, unrelenting devotion to their patrons, which are all horses for some reason. Third, practictioners and advocates of peace and harmony with a fellow man, practicing movement and force to defend those times. In other words, they are a group of 100 for whom the world may always trust. In and out like an annoying wizard advisor, dealing massive damage, dropping cryptic (or not so cryptic) hints, and vanishing in a few moments, leaving onlookers bewieldered.
They are not usually saught after-their whole planet is seculded and material possessions matter not. They live in Shangri-Doorah, a pristine area of flowing water and fresh fruits and nuts, giving them all the substance they will ever need. Hence, they are only one hundred in fold, one hundred masters with no apprentice for the longest while. They have seen the face of technology but need it not, it contradicts their nature and they need nothing more than what they already have. In other words; there was no reason to visit except to learn from the best, or if one was REALLY lost. And for the lost, they had maps of the local area. They usually taught a curious passerby a few self-defensive tricks, a door to before to escape harm, but they have not taken pupils in ages.
Then I came along. My...Erm, well. How do I put this? I did not get the Doorkind Strife Specibus naturally. And yes I did get a Doorkind Strife Specibus. Strife Specibus help aid weapon mastery significantly, even with odd weapons like scissors or plushies or whatnot. Rather, if multiple people have the same specibus, or don't have any at all, they will generate a new one for everyone but one of the offenders at random, then make their weapons align with the new kind. In my game of SBURB I had no Specibus and there were two Sword wielders. Pane was the sword wielder who got shafted, obtaining a new Window Pane Specibus, while the game generated a new specibus despite my complete lack of need for it. I am too good with most...Standard weapons. I got Doors, which made it interesting, and the game kept giving me more ridiculous doors as super weapons. I made the most of it and eventually realized something slightly more but could not grasp it fully, so when I saw they used the same weapon I asked for help.
I'm not going to go into details, but they had a reverance for horses as I mentioned. This factored in significantly with my unorthodox training method they decided upon. Doors lead places and I was needed elseware (ongoing Squid Ink Incident) so they let me roam to master my abilities on the condition that they would gauge me from time to time. The gong was a sign of the gauging, another one-I had one just before hitting the battlefield, actually. They're pretty sparse things. Hencforth I am here again. I didn't go Trickster because that was...Err. I'm not sure what they'd think of that, at all, and I don't want to find out, not like I was breaching anything in the process of doing that. We agreed on many things, and they agreed that their arts needed to be spread further lest they die out and were forgotten. De-aging was not on the agenda for these monks. I, on the other hand, had a fullproof against the ravages of time, so I could teach the masses. I may not have been...Perfect. But the Monks had a...Err, reverance for the horse, and they taught to raise into the roll, not to find the perfect roll already. I was the best they had, and they could have done a lot worse.
Thus and such I was made an apprentice, the one-hundreth-and-first of their number, and it had been such for many years. I had made practice with doors of many kinds, and made many waves with my unexpected and revolutionary style of martial arts, highly defensive and heroic in nature in all aspects. I haven't had much time to put the pacifism to play-and they realized that much-but I advocated unconsciousness over killing anyways...It's just that preventing death is kind of hard, and not always possible. Cops are trained to shoot for the torso-bullets pretty much will kill no matter where they hit, so no point in aming for extremities as they will be just as bad as aiming for the gut in the first place and more likely to miss. But otherwise I was an excellent, if not overachieving, student of the arts of the Doorior.
I stand before the Monks again. I put away the rest of my gear and prepare myself with another door. I must use no Godmodding, no Trickster shenanigans, no Descendancy, not even the Door Majjyks my soulbinds allot me. I face a master, another of the 100 monks. I win, I become a master. Mabye not a monk but a master for sure. The door I am given is wooden and lacks special qualities. So is the door of the master. There are no imbalances here. Skill alone will decide this fight, and despite the defensive style, fights of such a nature end fast. Very fast.
The gong sounds a second time-the spar begins. With quick symmetry we plant the doors in front of us and travel through. The master sneaks up from behind where I was, while I sneak up out of the same door-portal. Yes, that's possible. Of course, he came out backwards, expecting the sneak attack but still allowing me some momentum, coming fast with a high punch. He catches it quickly-I swiftly knee him to free myself and step away, back into my door. Mostly even, thus far...I hear a door opening behind me and roundhouse kick backwards, grabbing my door quickly. The instructor again catches my leg, but catches a door to the wrist for his troubles as I bring it down upon it, freeing myself quickly again. He responds with a punch from his door to my own, and holding it as I am I find myself unable to stop as I am swatted aside from both the door opening and the fist, sent skidding to the side and away from my weapon. I quickly Umeki up, narrowly evading the second door slam from the master's door and my face coming an inch from his good hand as he doorports in. I take the opportunity and quickly respond with a punch to his head, causing him to falter from having his noggin slammed. I follow through the door and punch him down, before taking his door, within reach, and slamming down upon him by its edge. Or where he was. He fell the floor, activating my former door, now definitely his, and getting back on his feet.
I do not think. I quickly drop kick the monk away from the door and grab the second one. AS long as my hand is on it he cannot use it, depriving him of both weapons. The Doorior, without a door, is dangerous but not as mobile, and me having two gives me plenty of opportunities. I open a door, he hears it behind him and swings in...And I thrash him from his now-turned back with the other door, dropping him down. Conscious, but down. He's a hard guy to KO.
This affair was mostly done in flash-step, and lasted about 2 seconds. A doorior is a style of evasion and unexpected angles. The Doorior fights with practical proteciton and spiritual harmony-some steps are intertwined, some not. A doorior is a river-many drops of water rushing forward, coming from all angles. He is many doors.
The monks bow to me, and I raise up the defeated monk, who also bows. I bow back. I am taken into the temple of the place. I'm not describing it so you idiot scan't go there, because you need to know where to teleport to, well, teleport. Universal law. Can't really argue with it, otherwise you find yourself half of a torso and dead by telefrag.
15 minutes later, after being handed the Black Belt, a new ritual begins. This isn't usual for the Doorior Door Monks, but in my case, I am kind of the object of their fascination and veneration, or at least one of them. Close enough. Ugh. It's complicated. In any case, they give me a special privilege-a special door, known as the Divine Gate of Harmony, to be used to deal justice from afar. It's got a few special properties, primary among them the ability to travel anywhere, and I am to forge it with whatever materials I see fit, Door or otherwise. Doors are not bludgeoning tools if they do not want to be-Door Majjyks allow for them to become as sharp as swords if need be. I see no reason to not use the Eternal Calefwlch, the white and now unbreaking sword the first material. I give to a Monk, one of three who shall conduct the ritual along with me. more than 4 things, not counting the door itself, would be dangerous. The door itself is the same one I used against the Doorior Monk in defeating him. I then put in the Warp Ring-having lost the Warp Ring Gate due to the Mime accident, it's the best substitute. I also grab a Glitch-proof piece of metal off of the Glitch-Proof Armor, because there is nothing worse than the glitch and a weapon immune to it is always good. It's why I have Glitchrender. Finally, another Keldeo Hair. For Wilson they're kind of hard to find, but for me...Not so much. ((Of course, if you go to the Memo you know exactly why already.))
the ritual begins. I'm forbidden to say what it is, though, because it's private. There is no good that comes from prying into this stuff. However, there was a lot of spinning on part of the door. I am honorbound to not reveal the secret of this practice. It could be used for great evils.
What the result is I can divulge far more readily. The power of Justice, Stability, Order, and Movement all reek from the weapon, a pure gold door embellished in a golden ring. It's inherent components give it a stable array of powers: Aside from the inherent Order/Justice Majjyks, the weapon is glitch-proof, it's outer ring is infused with an aura of Door and Order-based sharpness, has some light dominion over the majjyks of Fire, Time and Water, and most importantly serves as a hole to anywhere, at anytime-I open it, and I am there. Unlike the Warp Ring from where it was derived, the potent powers of its components as well as the ritual makes this door much more energy efficient, though I still cannot spam it. In other words: a Grand wepaon, majjykal conduit for a variety of Majjyks, and a portal to anywhere within my knowledge.
I give the Monks a bow, and take the door back to where I am going, now given the title of the Master of the Doorior Arts, the one-hundred-and-first Master.
I come back out of my brand-spanking-new Divine Gate of Harmony, and a coincidental firing of random weapons from some jumpy guy on the S.S. Omega deprives me of an arm and eye again. Well, there goes the idea that I was going to not have to augment myself again, but ugh. It's kind of weird and annoying., and makes me look like the Godmodder/Vriska/Psi/whoever else is missing an eye and an arm. I re-equip the Mythos, the Magic English Eye, and whatever else I stopped wearing for the master's ceremony. I then test out the Divine Gate of Harmony by stepping through it and letting a pulse of its native majjyks out onto the deck of the S.S. Omega, damaging it, the ritual of the masters fresh and the powers ready for use.
((Twin, you decide the level of the Divine Gate of Harmony and whatnot.))
CogWynd will use Come At Me Bro on the Skeletons, winding him up by 20% and taunting them with annoying and rude memes, including the titular. In caes this was missed: If CogWynd isn't targeted by them, they're going to have a 50% chance of failing their action, but if he is targeted by them, he has a 50% chance of doing a 9,000 damage counter. He gets ready for receiving the Rainbow Memory in case Fayther targets him with that (I also recommend Wilson for that, but I have no idea what that would do to him in terms of mental effects). I threaten the Ultimate Wily Capsule to reappear quickly and attack the Skeletons as well with some more force. I convince Split that those three dudes over there (them being the Faction Owners) look like they're cruisin' for a bruisin,' courtesy of his awesome weapon with his awesome special attacks-those awesome ones that we all love to see.
PIT_ICARUS' TURN (3/3 Actions Remaining):
Anthem shall affect both me and Talist if that's okay because selfishness and all that: 46/50
A.B.E.: 14/50
I find it shameful that the cake is not put on a plate. True shame cannot be expressed to the godmodder in words for failing to acknowledge such a simple thing. I decide to fix this problem by taking the cake and putting it on a plate.
It is after a zombie attempts to pick it up that it was brought to my attention the plate was made of explodium.
Who would even make an explosive plate?
I timetravel to the past and join the Creative server, and proceed to amass weapons, armors, and the items used in the past attacks coming from the Creative Server Door. I then, on the Creative Server, check if everything on Main is installed...
If not, what isn't?
A package comes through the Creative door, which I am already in the exact position to grab. The Godmodder is unable to interfere because I was moving backwards in time whilst grabbing the package. Of course, it probably contains almost nothing of real value.. However, it at the very least contains all the explosives I could possibly fit inside...
I blast more mobs with zilly, once again causing them to defend the cake.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
> PARANOiA: Fire the KzR at the Enchanted deck again, then at Bender.
> Redstone Block: Initiate Teleportation Hijinks targeted at Cwctastrophe and CogWynd the Memetic.
I'll be making my great escape now!
Turn 3
My Actions: See Below
(Godmodder's Tower) I defending the Cake while i place MLG Turrets and Rebuilt Attack Robots while i used the Oblivion Wing bullet at the Skeletons.
(Wilson's Shop) N/A
(Others) +1 to Talist; +1 to Irecreeper
Starry Mage's Action: I Turn myself into the Dragon to protect the Cake if one of them eats the Cake i Kill them instantly
Pesterlog: N/A (Trying to Update it...)
Tower Plans: Link to Forge (My own Updating Post)
Special things Alchemy and Charges:
Project Storm in the Works... Inside and outside Godcraft 7/50
Hong Meiling has been Defeated and i am charging into the Scarlet Devil Mansion. 33/50 (Summoning F___dr_ Sc_____.)
Thinking about Reviving Mokou and knowing about Birds... (If Twin approves i will Revive Mokou) 33/50
Charge Storage: 10 (+1 from Amperz +3 from Talist +6 from Kage_Yaiba)
Barbatos' Ring && Shredder && Power Crystal = Barbatos' Fury 11/11!
Total Damage so Far: 179250 Damage
Steel Diamond Katana Stats
Level 1
Damage 1500 to 2500 or it maybe Randomized or Flexible
Damage/Experience til Next level 17250/50000
Wilson's Shop total Price and Wealth: $14
Item Reserves Super Smash Ball 1x Elixir 1x $6 Gold Coins 990x Potion of Regeneration III/Super Regen Potion 2x $4 Cueball of Power The Shredder (Permanent Equipment Evolution Attempt) Advanced Crossbow (Permanent Equipment)In the world that we are beating some stuff now.
Now that Happened! Where we all begins.
When Worlds Collide in Destroy The Godmodder, There is the massive Colosseum that holds all that onslaught.
{Y'know, I have to say, having played in DTG sessions with and without specific alchemized weapons, I kinda prefer not having them for reasons of randomly hammerspaced stuffs being comparably effective to everything else, though general damage-boosting artifacts and potions are hardly bad from any point of view, as being able to permanently raise your effectiveness against the endless mooks via charging is nice.}
Feeling a little out of sorts, presumably due to the many, many varieties of massive radiation poisoning and lingering, particularly nasty wounds both halves of me are suffering from, both of me use their increasingly-difficult-to-handle psionic capabilities to raise literally every weapon, alchemical and otherwise, in their possession, and open fire on on Subtus and one on Superius, devastation in a myriad varieties sweeping the Elevator shaft above and below.
+1x2 to Piono because why not.
Stuff charges!
Anachronlog; {This is the last one before they start being relevant to anyone else, I promise}
"Do you actually have a plan?"
"Probably."
Amp reaches into the eye-twisting ovoid of seething nothingness that is a Personal Hammerspace Container, rummages around for longer than usual, and pulls out Reaction Beyond, in a fuzz of the temporal strangeness resulting from the alchemy existing in the past due to the action being taken in the future and Hammerspace compensating by allowing whatever, since it's Hammerspace, and it contains anything you need it to.
"What in every variant of Hell is that?"
"Call it a gift from our mutual insanity. Anyway, that part there's an active H-3 Strategic Administration Core, complete with sentience, so as I see it, he's anomaly-proofed enough to handle being alchemized, and this is a complete gestalt of him as of whenever this copy was made,
so why do we not simply plug it in and see what happens? ...You make even worse plans than I do, no wonder we made H3 to do the thinking for us."
"Well, why the hell not."
Zand pulls an industry-size cylinder of construction nanites from his PHC, then builds a simple, sturdy platform leading from the entrance to the Core and its main terminal.
"I suppose this idiocy is likely our best option. Go ahead."
Amp takes four long, understandably stompy strides forward, and finds to his amusement that there is already a convenient slot, five meters across, for the heavy Mobile Reactor that serves as Reaction Beyond's chasse. *Clunk-zzt-vrrnn-silence*
...
>New operating system found, beginning reboot.
>Reboot in progress, please stand by...
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
7/50 Men's Hair Club
7/50 Atlanta Meat Armor
4/14 Thu'um Boombox
Everybody at good health? Yes? Then i'll just guard and enjoy a drink while reminiscing about old times....
aka DOCTOR continues next post
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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.
Post III
Whorp!
My former body teleports into the Hub, crackling with nightmarish energies. It's arms, still holding Sweet Tooth, begin twiching and point themselves at the Bridge of S.S. 0mega, and firing a huge blast of enderpearl-powered Nightmare Fuel straight towards the ship. The body descends opening it's eyes, and revealing two dark purple orbs lacking anything recembling an iris or pupil.
As long as I can remember, I have followed V around, lackıng the abılıty to ınterfere, ınteract, or even turn away. I was hıs shadow. And now he ıs mıne.
The Bearger will try to stay in the Healbot's range, defending it, and hopefully get healed.
Ravethrower 3/9
Umbra's Rıfle ~~~ Loom
Ψ-Mech Mk. A 3/4
Ancestral Awakening 43/50
Umbral Ultımatum 1/10
Thorndroids 9/10Alt+i=ı
I vote for all the players to use their specials... on the NEXT big enemy we fight, since we have these ones down! I take Subtus for a trip on my monster car, which is a car shaped by a monster! However, Subtus was always scared of monsters, despite arguably being one himself! I use his awakened fear of monsters to teleport him into a dark room... He looks around, and sees a giant tentacled monster, a big bear-like monster, and what looks like a massive snake! He finds a lightswitch next to him and uses it, expecting them to be furniture... but nope, turns out he was absolutely right about the nature of the beasties! They all maul him!
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