(Godmodder's Tower) I Give Wilson the Regeneration Apple that can heal and begins to Regen.
(Wilson's Shop) N/A
(Others) +1 to Talist; +1 to Irecreeper
Starry Mage's Action: I use Heal on Wilson then i Chuck the Power Potion to increase his Strength.
I saw the message from Cyan Squad.
Cyan: Are you Ok?
Me: Yes
King of Cyan Squad: Those Bloody Hellkite Dragons are keeping us Busy...
Me: the Controller just put the Stop to me...
Tailclaw: These things always keeps us busy as well we need to make a stop on Richard...
Cyan: Yes we will try to stop him from Destroying Minecraft Godcraft Cyan Squad and the World
Tailclaw: Alright.. This guy (ProofofconcepT) has put to Stop right now also i hate Twinjas this is wanted me to create my Eggs to fight against the Godmodder..
King of Cyan Squad: Yes we all hate Twinjas that is a Stupid Meta
Me: So are they building the Base?
King of Cyan Squad: Yes so see ya but. Be Careful while fighting the Godmodder. He is Dangerous!
Project Storm in the Works... Inside and outside Godcraft 17/50
I am dodging the attacks from Remilia Scarlet then the Red moon appears then turns into a bat that used Red Magic. (Weaker version of Scarlet Gensokyo) 44/50 (Summoning Fl__dre Sca___t.)
Thinking about Reviving Mokou and knowing about Birds... (If Twin approves i will Revive Mokou) 44/50
Spider Eyes OOO Poison Potion = Potion of Disease 2/2! (This is a part of the Ultimate Venom Cycle)
my 5 Special Charges that is part of Project Storm, Nova and Genesis. (These cannot start yet due to 3 active 50 charges)
??? 0/50 Cannot Start yet.
??? 0/50 Cannot Start yet.
??? 0/50 Cannot Start yet.
??? 0/50 Cannot Start yet.
??? 0/50 Cannot Start yet.
Charge Storage: 13 (+1 from Amperz +1 from Irecreeper +5 from Talist +6 from Kage_Yaiba)
Total Damage so Far: 200250 Damage
Steel Diamond Katana Stats
Level 1
Damage 1500 to 2500 or it maybe Randomized or Flexible
Damage/Experience til Next level 19250/50000
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 1x Barbatos' Fury (Permanent Equipment) Advanced Crossbow (Permanent Equipment)
Points Constellate && Gaea Leaf = Ends of the Earth (Level 10: 4/11)
Aries Pin && Psionic Program = ???? Psionic Program 1/5
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-10, Gutza1-20, Tazz-25, crystal-24, pit-2, net-3. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Final battle? Hah. The Eclipse approaches. WKHB are coming. Well, they have already come.
I recover from my seizure. I've probably been mentally scarred for the rest of my life, involuntarily. However, if you thought that accidentally setting the harbingers of the apocalypse loose upon all of reality is going to stop my search for knowledge, you were wrong. Scientia supra omnes. Anyhow, I receive the Soul Wand. I know you can hear this, Crystal. I don't intend to utilize it beyond the objective at hand. It is yours, and I greatly appreciate your giving it to me, though I don't know if my words accurately convey this. Well, then. We shall see if this weapon can kill mimes. I turn to The Bleak, my eye twitching slightly as I glance over at it. I immediately point the Soul Wand at The Bleak. All sound within the tower begins to fade away, dampened by the power of silence. Slowly, I extend my will, testing the capabilities of my loaned wand. Within moments, the millions of players outside the tower grow silent themselves, unable to utter an audible word in any way whatsoever, or to even type a phrase into chat at all. The air begins to vibrate inaudibly around the Soul Wand, pulsating with naught. Naught but the essence of silence itself, infused with the souls of four-shadowed mimes, designed to slay mimes. I flourish the Soul Wand, and... something appears to move across the general area. However, it cannot directly be seen. It is almost as if it were moving by slowing the vibrations of the air around it, to the brink of nonexistence. The unknowable silence arcs through the air, pounding into the ribcage of The Bleak, attempting to shatter it entirely. However, it does not make a sound. Nothing makes a sound. It seems as if everything is slowing to a standstill, yet still running, as if one were in water. Nothing, yet everything, hidden just within the fog of silence and shadows. Just within your field of vision, yet too far to perceive the source. With a flick of the Soul Wand, hundreds of mime souls appear around The Bleak. I twitch slightly, and take a singular step forwards, flicking the Soul Wand. Suddenly, the mine souls begin screaming like complete and utter maniacs. Nay, beyond that. Yet, nobody can hear the screams. There is only silence. I watch, a mixture of involuntary emotions, and pure stoicism upon my face. Conflicting. The mime souls continue to scream, or pretend to, perhaps. As they do so, the edges of their limbs begin to wither, slowly sinking into their bodies, revealing their ribcages, and their bones in general. Skin begins to flake off of the bodies of the souls, floating to the ground, despite being souls, and not having corporeal bodies, or at least not appearing to. The mime souls' epidermis slowly begins to flake off, and float to the ground, wherein it remains. Blood begins to flow freely from the pores of the mime souls, as they shriek and scream, yet do not at the same time. The mime souls' dermises begin to crack and dry, forming what appears to be a logical pattern of interconnecting cracks and flakes of the outer skin still half-stuck to the body, speckled with blood. Or perhaps I'm just going insane. I don't know anymore. I wave the Soul Wand, and the silently screaming mime souls undergo a dramatic transformation. Their dermises begin to peel of in chunks and layers, falling to the floor in a manner akin to shedding feathers, lined with hunks of body fat. The mime souls, with their steadily thinning fingers, begin to tear at their own faces as one. It is some sort of jovial dance, filled with a combination of silence and happiness. Some of the mime souls actually pull off hunks and shreds of whatever flesh and muscle is remaining on their faces, holding them in their hands, the back halves stained red, showing the skull, and bits of the jaw. The mime souls continue to dance about, miming certain motions, and edging closer and closer to The Bleak. Within a moment or two, a few of the mime souls nudge their ways to the front of the manifold crowd around The Bleak. The mime souls around them appear to mindlessly part away, forming a clearing wherein the few who came forth could act. These mime souls begin to dance and mime actions. The pure silence of the moment seems to assault The Bleak, steadily increasing the effect the arcing silence has on the ribcage. The mimes continue to dance, in a pattern. What? Don't you see it? It is obvious that this is a pattern. A cosmic constant, wherein one could notice a pattern in the universe. No, I'm not insane. The mime souls begin to evaporate, heading back into the Soul Wand, bombarding The Bleak with pure silence as they do so. I lower the Soul Wand. The fragments of skin, blood, and muscle remain on the floor, strangely. Are they not part of the souls?
~
I suddenly draw a set of scales composed almost exclusively of milky-white crystal from my alchemical bag, staring expressionlessly at the Chaos Tendril. This thing does not deserve to continue existing, in my opinion. Then again, I may be somewhat biased, given my position. I let go of the scale, watching the chains (composed of the same milky-white crystal) swing slightly. Let us hope that my proficiency this art will serve to be enough. I have not attempted to wield such a device before, nor do I think I will again, for quite some time. I mutter several phrases to myself, all of which appear to be far derived from eldritch jabbering. It appears to be more of an undertone of insanity, rather than my usual, far more effective, might I add, rugose mutterings. Regardless, I turn to gaze upon the scales. In a burst of arcane flame, a singular sheet of paper, text handwritten in violet ink, with apparent energy being emitted rather loosely from the words themselves, appears on one end of the scale, pulsating with a sense of arcane law. The energy flowing forth from the words themselves slowly fades. On the other end of the scale, however, nothing appears. Suddenly, a sense of pure, unadulterated chaos comes from the direction of the other end of the scale, bursts of Perditio essentia ripping through the fabric of spacetime itself. I attempt to contain this fragment of the Chaos Tendril's animative force to a point within the actual bounds of the device in question. Teal energy begins to flow through the scale itself, the milky-white crystal emitting copious amounts of teal energies. I watch the scale. Suddenly, symbols flash around the scale's main beam, from a sort of fish eating a circle, to an odd marking nobody around can place, to a phi, to the symbol of Libra. Upon reaching the mark of Libra, the scale immediately begins pulsating blinding amounts of teal light. The Libra symbol slowly fades into the image of naught but a literal void, which briefly flashes with the image of a crossed-out eye, before vanishing. Pure arcane energies of a caliber I have not seen for quite some time tear into the very essence of the Chaos Tendril, rending its very existence with order, law, stability, and Mind. Copious amounts of amethyst energy flow from the words on the paper weighing down the other end of the scale (surprisingly, the sheet of paper appears to weigh an absurd amount, likely due to its magical impact on reality), growing continually more and more intense by the moment. Slowly, the end of the scale with the sheet of paper upon it begins to rise, as the Chaos Tendril is obliterated by the essence of reality, order, and Nihil Parva itself. The Tendril shudders with pure elder light for several moments, before it spontaneously combusts into a monolithic fireball of unadulterated entropic energies slowly being annihilated by vaporous Ordo essentia, which appears to have been emitted by the scale. The sheet of paper abruptly ceases emitting amethyst light, the ink appearing to become somewhat latent in regards to potency. Suddenly, the paper bursts into flames, and is destroyed, taking the representation of the animative energy with it. I take the scale, whose crystal appears to be purely milky-white once more, and place it within my alchemical bag once more, as gaseous Ordo pours from the Chaos Tendril's form.
ZBVPKWCTVMVDNUCWGLITBYRYJQZENCKENYDTSYJ
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
~~~
Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
I supercharge Erelys hazel wand. I know this is vague , but that means he can choose how the supercharge works and plays out , I also do this to Engine ninjas favorite weapon of choice. I then shoot the PG factions with the golden gun , which has morphed into a golden revolver. I then reroll several PG entities with the modded d 1000 . The modded D 100 rerolls entities into items related to it.
Battlefield: I heal Wilson with Gib Eclispe
Partial Inventory: Potion of Critmist II x34, Ultramarine, Militarism, Gib Eclipse. Potion of Vis x27, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x13, Potion Globedropper, iWeatherlord, Gender Spacestriker, Potion of Crimson x2, Potion of Moonlight x2, Potion of Fortune x2, Potion of Fear x2, Potion of Hellsun x2, Azure Essense. The Lazuli Fencer, The Bulletesseract, Lapis Armour, Moon's Dagger, Wand of Inconvenience, Healing Blues, Ultramatter Grenade, Picnic Globestriker, Ultrafield, Builders United, The Ultracompound, The Lapis Steakhouse, The Blueshooter, Ultraversal Remote, The Broken Clock, Ultracharge Canteen, Bag of Hammerspace, The Clouders, The Blue Electrode, Ultracage, People Bait, Indigo Flames, The Ultraband, The Azure Armoury, Dreamer's Canteen, Ultra iHack, The Plug
Wilson's Shop: $244
Mindscape:
+2 to Wilson
Guide to Flashstepping AND Shoes AND Azure Essence 11/11
Insta-Teleporter AND Mind Reading Device AND Azure Essence 11/11
Magic Cueball AND Tablet on Wikipedia AND Azure Essence 11/11
Points Constellate && Gaea Leaf = Ends of the Earth (Level 10: 4/11)
Aries Pin && Psionic Program = ???? Psionic Program 1/5
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-10, Gutza1-20, Tazz-25, crystal-24, pit-2, net-3. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Pricey placeholder found :mspa:
The Reason why is the Posts will get Deleted without the Edit Trick. Probbably due to Long Posts that it don't want to be Deleted wasting my Time making a big Post
The Reason why is the Posts will get Deleted without the Edit Trick. Probbably due to Long Posts that it don't want to be Deleted wasting my Time making a big Post
/null
I'm pretty sure the reason your posts get deleted is because you have no posts outside of Forum Games, and the forum counts you as having no posts at all as a result since posts in Forum Games don't count towards post count. Therefore, your posts are getting caught up by the spam filter. You may want to post on other forum sections to help prevent this.
A moment later, I swiftly raise the Soul Wand once more. The silence remains from earlier. It never left, after all. There is always silence, whether it be in reality, or within the darkest corners of your minds. The corners you never expected anything to inhabit, the corners you never expected would have an effect of the rest of reality. Slowly, particles of mist congregate around the Soul Wand, utterly still as I continue my rant. As I was saying, for all we know, this is ALL in our minds. Perhaps this is the insane death-dream of some random fellow we have never and will never meet on a planet in a universe contained within a reality far beyond ours, and we are all characters in his or her story of acceptance of demise. Perhaps my well-tested theories and knowledge are all just within my mind. Perhaps all the bounds of thaumic realities and planes which I have experimented with for well over three of you human years are all within my head, and I am merely insane. That makes them no less real, does it? Should it? This universe could be a hologram, and this reality an illusion wrought by the death-dreams of madmen far away from here, but that does not make them any less real. What's in your head and what's in reality aren't necessarily two different things. For example, my thoughts at the current moment could be represented by a cloud of mist. Who's to say that they aren't real, just because it's in my head? Suddenly, the wisps of mist around the Soul Wand grow to a massive cloud encompassing both the wand and my entire body, with no sudden increase of energy. See? What's real, what's fake, and what's hypothetical aren't all concrete things. I could say that the mist representing my current thoughts is specifically designed to kill mimes, and I would be right. Is there anybody to say that it is not a real thing in reality and not merely a crazed hypothetical situation that one would ordinarily call fake? The souls of innumerable mimes suddenly appear within the cloud of mist, both in and out of it, seeming to both fit in the space of the cloud, and not fit. No, I don't think there is. For all we know, the very firing of a neuron in my brain has just generated an alternate universe wherein that neuron's informational content is a reality, full of people, animals, life, and civilization, all far derived from my meager thoughts and worthless emotions. Perhaps my own life is an illusion wrought by a being at the end of it, facing retribution. Who is to say that it is not? You cannot truly prove that it is not, because you don't know what will occur in my far future, and neither do I. Most of the time, that is. There is no reason that this stream of 'hypothetical' (a word I have now essentially stated has no meaning) nonsense cannot slay mimes. There is no reason that it could not take the form of a cloud of sharpened mist, powerful enough to puncture a lung, or shatter a solid titanium wall. The cloud of mist around the Soul Wand becomes slightly more angular, and edged, still holding the mime souls within, and not, at the same time. I think I had some sort of revelation during those two and three quarters days without sleep. But, perhaps I've just imagined this. Or, perhaps not. My skin slowly begins to peel off, and my organs begin to wither, and collapse, spurting out blood randomly on the floor. But now. NOW, I know what this is. I know that this reality is both an illusion and real. I know that our minds are not safe. They were never safe, continually giving form to primal horrors designed by sapient emotion. What little muscle, body fat, organ pulps, blood, and flesh remain of my body begin to dissolve into dust. But now. NOW, I have realized something. I now know. I realize that this is all in my head, and that it isn't actually happening. I blink several times, shaking my head once or twice, before pointing the Soul Wand at The Bleak. Without even looking, monolithic pure clouds of mist, sharp enough to slice titanium, burst from the wand, arcing towards The Bleak, and colliding with it. If everything were not silent, one would hear a sickening crunch as the mist tears through the ribcage of the beast, surprisingly easily. It is almost as if they were energized with something more than mere mime souls... odd. I don't know. However, I do have a migraine. I lower the Soul Wand, not looking at The Bleak absentmindedly.
~
Afterwards, I continue to watch the Chaos Tendril. At the current moment, I would highly suggest getting rid of the thing. While I doubt entities will be of any use against Richard as much as I doubt they will be to Them, it might be beneficial to keep as many active as possible, and having this centerpiece of entropy here will not prove to be very helpful, if at all. As such, I pull out some sort of age-weathered tome, one which I happen to have been seen with before, reading through the pages carefully, and muttering something to myself once, before pulling out some sort of illumination device projecting pure black light, and reading further. I turn the illumination device off, slipping it away, before carefully hiding the book. This thing is worth more than both my life, and that of countless others. But, I've got to keep it in my possession, at least until I give it back to its rightful owner at a time temporally analogous to a nanosecond after I stole it. Big things are coming. You can't stop me. Or, at least, you cannot stop me, yet. I do not know whether or not you will, eventually, but it would be prudent to say that you cannot, at the current moment. Hah. Anyhow, I stride nonchalantly, stopping before the Chaos Tendril, staring at it, the cracked goggles upon my forehead glinting slightly in the entropic light. I begin to speak, silently making precise gesticulations.
Cuivayára hautuva orostalda.
Without as much as another moment, hundreds of thousands of oily, slimy, smooth, pure black eldritch tentacles dive through the fabric of spacetime, emitting waves of esoteric creation, weaving about the Chaos Tendril, immobilizing it completely and utterly. Slowly, amethyst psionic energy digs into the Tendril as it is immobilized by the thousands of seemingly inescapable tendrils of eldritch might, searing it's very existence with pure, unadulterated, psionic power, of the kind commonly found in optic blasts. The tentacles slowly force the Chaos Tendril further to the ground. I wait, watching the Tendril and the effects of my spell as I do so. After several minutes, I speak once more, recalling from memory something within the tome I was reading mere minutes beforehand.
Oculum ita coarctat. Oculus occidit.
Immediately, visions obscure the vision of all nearby, flashing between different scenes of varying content. An eye, robed men, a hooded man with a void-stained blade, a strange device, and a pillar. Slowly, the Chaos Tendril begins to crumble with the weight of these visions, spewing forth the essence of entropy itself, denoting its clandestine destruction. Elder magics tear at the essence of the Chaos Tendril, annihilating it completely and utterly, pure death radiating from the Tendril itself as it falls. I telekinetically crush the Tendril into a sphere, and proceed to teleport it into the depths of the Void, where it will never be seen again, especially by the eyes of players, and the nigh-inescapable sight of the Green Man. I know you're watching. You're always watching. This is the part where I shout girzmtov, and make a particular gesture above my eye. Hah.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
~~~
Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
I'm pretty sure the reason your posts get deleted is because you have no posts outside of Forum Games, and the forum counts you as having no posts at all as a result since posts in Forum Games don't count towards post count. Therefore, your posts are getting caught up by the spam filter. You may want to post on other forum sections to help prevent this.
Yes Exactly! but where is the other Forum Sections?
The Think Tank -c Screen Sensor -c Hologramitizer -c Thaumonomitron -c Pilot's Room Blueprints 2/4
I preview (Curative Vat && Crystalantholocore) && The Think Tank. I also preview the result of that && Guardmetal Plating. I think I'll start making myself a more fighter-like ship, to contrast my burgeoning cruiser-type voidship.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
Libram Contractualis 16/25
Blue and Black, Guild and Mind 19/25 (+6 from Gutza total this turn, distributed equally among both)
Following up on my last post, I use Thaumic Might Lv. 2: Thaumic Tome on The Chopper.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
5/20/2014
Posts:
60
Location:
Defending my castle
Minecraft:
dandeman13
Member Details
Post III
Meditation (unlocks a realm ) 13/15
Critical Strike 13/20
Void parasite hatching on the cable 4/5
I stick a cactus on my head and head but the cable.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
This signature is meant for educational purposes only. Send no money now. Ask your doctor or pharmacist. To prevent electric shock, do not open back panel. You may or may not have additional rights which may vary from country to country. Not recommended for children under twelve years of age. Batteries not included. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Void where prohibited. Some assembly required. All rights reserved. Use only as directed. Parental discretion advised. No other warranty expressed or implied. Unauthorized copying of this signature strictly prohibited. Do not read while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Postage will be paid by addressee. In case of eye contact, flush with water. Apply only to affected area. May be too intense for some viewers. Do not fold, or mutilate. Use other side for additional listings. Shipping and handling extra. No animals were harmed in the production of this signature.
Without skipping a singular beat after my previous assault, despite sustaining a major migraine, I flick the Soul Wand in as remarkably clandestine a manner as possible. Slowly, shapes rise up from the ground. The souls of mimes. Innumerable mime souls of indeterminate origin. They ascend, staring at The Bleak, a grin upon their faces. They begin to form a crowd, manifold mime souls circling The Bleak many times over. Well over twenty times around. The mime souls all continue to grin, staring at The Bleak. I flick the Soul Wand. Within an instant, the innumerable mime souls all turn their heads to face me, some forcing their necks one hundred eighty degrees around, their spines visibly twisting. However, no cracks resound over the seemingly intrinsic silence. Nothing resounds above silence. My migraine steadily grows in strength, until I feel as if my head is literally splitting at the seams, crumbling into a void of pure energy. All color begins to fade from the entirety of the tower, and every fraction of a nanometer beyond. Everything begins to slow. The movements of the mime souls slowly cease, even the thoughts of all around me. I stare, watching with this horrendous, incredibly painful migraine, holding the Soul Wand. Slowly, my eyes begin to glow pure amethyst energy, rather odd, seeing as all else is a monotonous gray, save my body, and that of The Bleak. I glance upwards, and amethyst light flows from my form, until I collapse to the floor, all other things (save the movement of The Bleak) completely still. And yet, I stand. I glance downwards, and see my body, upon the floor beneath me. I look at my actual, literal body, as in the one I am currently inhabiting, and see something rather interesting. I appear to be composed entirely of varying shades of violet energy that look akin to a monochromatic version of my regular visage. I begin to float through the air, this time of my own volition, the splitting migraine still present. Two singular sentences echo throughout my mind, or perhaps pure energy. I do not know anymore. "You can't stop me. I'm a being of pure energy with no weakness." Hah. With that, I lunge through the air towards The Bleak, making no sound in this land of silence. The Soul Wand in the hand of my body, still upon the floor, motionless, begins to twitch. Waves of pure silence sterilize all sound in the area, tearing into the ribcage of The Bleak with unusual efficiency. The shadows at the corners of the room begin to shift and move malevolently. Floating towards my body once more, I notice something. The body that I usually inhabit is laughing profusely, though no sound is coming out. This is extremely startling, considering it should be frozen in time like everything else. I wave my hands over the closed eyes of my laughing body, the Soul Wand firing bursts of imperceivable mist and pure silence, unseen silence, at The Bleak, tearing into its form rather easily. The mime souls all remain still, though I could swear I saw one of them blink just now. I attempt to shake my unconscious(?) body, but am met with a rather disturbing wall. My hands merely pass through the shoulders as I attempt to grab them. My body seems to silently laugh even harder at this. Out of the corner of my eye (if it can even be considered an actual eye, seeing as I am currently a being of pure energy), I see something move. Turning around, I see only the crowd of mime souls, staring at me. Or, perhaps they are staring at the body, or where I was before I entered this... realm. I don't know. What is this? The Soul Wand rolls out of the hand of my body, and onto the floor. Slowly, the body begins to rise, rather jerkily. What? I'm not in control. The body jerkily ascends, slouching slightly, it's eyes closed, grinning at me with a horrific smile. I stare at it. The eyes of the body slowly open, staring directly at me. They are not my eyes. They are tinted slightly yellow, and have naught but slits for pupils. The laughter of the body actually begins to make sound in this realm of eternity, piercing through the veil of silence, somehow. The laughter is not mine. It is that of another. I attempt to scream, or shout. Anything. Alas, the words make no sound. I can do nothing to stop this. I attempt to draw the Hazel Wand, but my hand passes through the entirety of my ghostly form. Once again, I attempt to scream, shout, anything. Nothing pierces the silence, save the laughter of my body, grinning at me with those eyes. Suddenly, everything goes black. After a few moments, I open my eyes once more. I am upon the floor, holding the Soul Wand rather tightly. I stand, rather slowly. Everything seems to be moving at a normal pace. I look at myself, only to see that I am indeed in my actual body. I do not let up my expression of stoicism. In fact, I would say that nobody knows what occurred at all, seeing as my mind is literally impenetrable, and is nigh-impossible to read or enter, unless you are a being of Bill's skill. The pure silence of the mime souls begins to tear into The Bleak, mist forming around its form within moments, and cleaving into its body silently. The mime souls slowly begin to disappear. They are all grinning at me, staring, regardless of their positions. I lower the Soul Wand. Strangely, The Bleak appears to have suffered large amounts of damage between when I summoned the mime souls, and when I opened my eyes. Odd. I will have to look into this.
~
I draw the Golden Sunsticks. I immediately draw something from my inventory, appearing to either hiss or growl under my breath as it touches my hands. This stuff is extremely volatile. Well, that, and I can sense something. Regardless, I toss it on the floor, and watch it shatter into fragments. It is, of course, a shard of frozen sunlight, drenched in pure Tempestas essentia to keep it from burning through both my inventory, and my physical body. Obscure the sun with a storm, and have your safety, I say. Hah. Anyhow, rays of obscured sunlight, wisps of thick clouds, and Gaseous Tenebrae fill the area as the frozen light shatters. The rays of light are instantly consumed by the Golden Sunsticks. Good. This means that the minor magicians who utilize light as a medium of sight cannot watch me. That would be particularly problematic. Granted, the Order of the Golden Sun is probably going to try and assassinate me for my crimes against photons. Light-infused street magicians are idiotic fools. By light, I do not mean the aspect, of course. THAT is reserved for those who play The Game. Anyhow, I make several forced gestures with the twin rods, and smash a vial of Sano essentia against the ground. The combination of the healing magics and the liquid catalyst works extremely well, healing my wounds in moments. The actual healing spell comes with the unwanted result of transforming the Sano into corrosive acid, but that is of no consequence. Nobody is standing in it. Let me rephrase that. None of my allies are standing in it. Hah.
I lower the Golden Sunsticks, hiding them away in my inventory. I immediately draw a far more effective healing reagent (in my opinion) from my inky black alchemical bag, examining it carefully. I say it is more effective because it is both more expensive, more powerful, and far better in general. Alchemical means are far better than dealing with crystalline photons, in my opinion. But, that's probably just because I dislike things that scald my flesh, and serve as a gateway for others to look at me. I hold the cylindrical vial of Ghast tears up to my eyes, peering into the depths of the vial with a calculating gaze. Some of the finest. I pull the cork from the vial, upturning it as I do so. The Ghast tears begin to spill to the floor. However, I slow them telekinetically before they hit the ground, forcing them to levitate before me. I empty the vial, and vaporize both it and the cork with a thought, forcing the vapors down the lungs of the nearest opponent who actually has such a pair of organs. I channel pure Vis through the floating cloud of Ghast tears, making several inclinations with my hands as I infuse the Ghast tears. Ordinarily, the creation of infused Ghast tears would require an Infusion Altar. However, I am quite capable of augmenting them myself. They just won't be as effective. Regardless, I have neither the time, nor the need to make actual infused tears efficiently. A pale lime light swirls around the Ghast tears in the air. They suddenly explode, shockwaves of light blue tearing through space and time. I channel the necromantic energy of their destruction to apply the Regeneration buff to the player with the least health on Team Excelsior, for however long you deem fit, Twin.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
~~~
Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Location:
Both here
Join Date:
1/5/2012
Posts:
245
Location:
and there at once.
Minecraft:
same as this one
Xbox:
Don't have one
PSN:
Don't want one
Member Details
33/50 and 45/50 +1 to Generic and Pricy
I fire off my final Spoil of War, the magma multiplier, at The Chopper. And to be at least slightly creative, I harden any magma left over to become a shield for the cable.
Commands:
- Alexiron: Chain of Water twice. +1 mana from mana spring, now on MANA: 2/8
Alexiron is dedicated to healing others, at least for now.
HP: 24/25
Mana: 8/8 (Restores 2 per turn)
Attacks (Can attack any number of times per turn, but must spend 3 mana to make an attack):
Water Talons: Deals damage to an enemy based on how much health they have left. They more health left, the greater the damage.
Chain of Water: Heals the 4 most injured allies for 6,000. On players, it heals for 6 instead.
Soothing Rain: Heals all players for 1 and all friendly entities for 2,000
Passives:
Unbreakable Water: Immune to all attacks. Don't worry. Its fine. Also cannot be healed very easily.
Bleeding Heart: Instead, whenever a friendly minion entity dies, Alexiron takes 1 damage. Whenever a friendly player dies, she takes 2 damage. This only applies to entities/players in her current zone.
Lifebringer: If a friendly player is below 15 health, they may ask Alexiron for help and she will set their health back to 15. Costs 1 Mana. If they have more than 15 health, they can pick a player to heal for 8 health at the cost of 2 mana.
Hopebringer: Any friendly entity may ask Alexiron for help and they will be healed for the amount of damage they deal with their next attack. Costs 2 Mana.
Mana Spring: Restores 0.5 mana for every player in her zone who ends the turn at full health. Restores 0.25 mana for every friendly entity who ends the turn at full health. Up to a maximum of 4 bonus mana per turn
The number in parentheses is the number of times you need to assist Wilson's charges in order to buy it. Once you buy it, you're free to duplicate it. Wilson will also accept IOUs or other alchemies in trade.
Current status: owner missing _ Total wealth = 344$ _ Wilson's charges A: 50/50 (stored as a surprise), B: 24/50 (lvl 1 = 1 ingredient used, lvl 2 = 2 ingredients used or 2 potions combined, and so on)
Fseftr: 244$ (basically infinite)
Tazz: 7$
Generic: 10$
Gutza1: 2$
CrystalCat: 2$
Pricy: 6$
Pokefan151: 8$
Diablo x1 (lvl 7 scythe, 10$)
Kelpie's Blade x1 (lvl 7 weapon, 10$)
Spectra's Chestplate (lvl 5 colorful armor, 8$)
Potion of (super?) rejuvenation x1 (3$, lvl 1, gives crits)
Potion of Magic x2 (3$, lvl 1, random effects)
Potion of (holy) Wrath x2 (5$, lvl 2, says on the tin)
Potion of Nectar x2 (5$, lvl 2, healing and crit)
Splash potion of Critmist II x7 (6$, lvl 3, crits)
Potion of Ambrosa x2 (6$, lvl 3, healing + crits)
Nectar cake x2 (6$, lvl 3, healing food)
Woolen Bandage x2 (3$, lvl 1, healing)
Potion of Infusement x1 (4$, lvl 2, magic power +)
Potion of Potential x1 (lvl 1, slight buff)
Potion of Fury x4 (6$, lvl 3, magic power +, holy power ++)
Potion of Armor x2 (3$, lvl 1, dmg reduction)
Potion of War II x3 (7$, lvl 4, +dmg, -dmg taken)
Potion of Zeus x2 (7$, lvl 4, healing, dmg dealt+ Dmg taken -)
Potion of Water Armor x2 (2$, lvl1, armor while in water)
Potion of Moonlight x1 (3$, lvl 1, regen)
Potion of Fortune x3 (2$, lvl 1, more ores)
Potion of HellSun x2 (3$, lvl 1, Powers of the Nether)
Potion of Scratch II x2 (6$, lvl 3, control time for a bit)
Potion of IMAAAAGGGGINNNNAAAATIOOONNNN II x2 (4$, lvl 2)
Splash Potion of Aquaphopia x1 (4$, lvl2, water=pain)
Splash Corruption Potion x2 (3$, lvl1, glitch)
Splash Potion of Temperature +1
Splash Potion of Charring +1
Splash Potion of Oblivion +1
All again
Updated RP for an updated situation! Technically, Wilson still just rests though.
Oh, thank you Hank. Let me also... get something of my own. He rummages around in his ender pouch before pulling out a potion of moonlight. He sets it down and pulls the cork out before drinking it all.
That's a little better. Wait, where are... those... ... the... cat thing... and raptor... ... oh... they... they're gone aren't they? Of course... it was naive to think anything else. I'll end up the same way if I'm not careful... ... Forlornly, he follows the group up to the throne room. Emotion now on sadness.
Wilson watches the Godmodder's monolog quietly from behind a pillar. Whispering to no body in particular,
I... I remember when I had my first... encounter with you... Before I had this enchantment on me... I was standing for peace, and you said that me standing for peace made you my enemy... I guess you were right. This is my final stand for peace. So... I'm sorry this couldn't have ended in a better way... may our ideals clash and have the strongest will win out. So let us fight till the bitter en- what? ew... gross...
Witnessing the horrific transformation, Wilson turns away and gags. Hurk... geh... ... hah... Well... this is certainly not the time to be squeamish... ugh... This isn't the most horrifying thing I've seen... but it might be the third... It would be the first if I wasn't at least a little battle hardened... Emotion now on Fear, quarter way to Terror.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
4/30/2014
Posts:
72
Location:
The Nether (of course!)
Minecraft:
SolidMastR
Xbox:
No, just no
PSN:
ManiacMastR
Member Details
... Midna...
Maniac?
... It's SHOW TIME!
I throw the ULTIMATE UMBRA into the air, and it starts absorbing the souls of all the entities who have died. Eventually, it starts growing. After a few minutes, it's bigger than the tower itself. I then hold my hand in the air, and point at THE BLEAK. ULTIMATE UMBRA does one slicing motion, just in front of THE BLEAK'S RIBCAGE. ULTIMATE UMBRA shrinks back to it's normal size. As everyone wonders what's going on, I snap my fingers...
...And the ribcage splits open.
I HHHH a Nail!
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
Turn 2/3
Happiness Essence && Colorful Essence && April Fools 2015 Essence && Wands = Colorful Wands 9/11
Paradox's Wand >Fine = Fenestrated Wand 6/8
Magic Room Blueprints -c Ea Mechanism x4 -c Ultracircle -c Thaumonomitron x2 -c Magical Apparati = Thaumic Hub 4/4 COMPLETE!
I examine the Thaumic Hub, before alchemizing The Think Tank -c Screen Sensor -c Hologramitizer -c Thaumonomitron -c Pilot's Room Blueprints.
I also preview Orb of Calm || Diamond-Tipped Wand and Large Crystal Mover && Alcubierre Drive.
+1 to Tazz, +1 to Generic.
Libram Contractualis 12/25
Blue and Black, Guild and Mind 13/25
I use Thaumic Might Lv. 1 on The Chopper.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
Turn 2
My Actions: See Below
(Godmodder's Tower) I Give Wilson the Regeneration Apple that can heal and begins to Regen.
(Wilson's Shop) N/A
(Others) +1 to Talist; +1 to Irecreeper
Starry Mage's Action: I use Heal on Wilson then i Chuck the Power Potion to increase his Strength.
I saw the message from Cyan Squad.
Cyan: Are you Ok?
Me: Yes
King of Cyan Squad: Those Bloody Hellkite Dragons are keeping us Busy...
Me: the Controller just put the Stop to me...
Tailclaw: These things always keeps us busy as well we need to make a stop on Richard...
Cyan: Yes we will try to stop him from Destroying Minecraft Godcraft Cyan Squad and the World
Tailclaw: Alright.. This guy (ProofofconcepT) has put to Stop right now also i hate Twinjas this is wanted me to create my Eggs to fight against the Godmodder..
King of Cyan Squad: Yes we all hate Twinjas that is a Stupid Meta
Me: So are they building the Base?
King of Cyan Squad: Yes so see ya but. Be Careful while fighting the Godmodder. He is Dangerous!
Me: Alright!
Chat Server becomes Offline.
Tower Plans: Link to Forge (My own Updating Post)
Special things Alchemy and Charges:
Project Storm in the Works... Inside and outside Godcraft 17/50
I am dodging the attacks from Remilia Scarlet then the Red moon appears then turns into a bat that used Red Magic. (Weaker version of Scarlet Gensokyo) 44/50 (Summoning Fl__dre Sca___t.)
Thinking about Reviving Mokou and knowing about Birds... (If Twin approves i will Revive Mokou) 44/50
Spider Eyes OOO Poison Potion = Potion of Disease 2/2! (This is a part of the Ultimate Venom Cycle)
my 5 Special Charges that is part of Project Storm, Nova and Genesis. (These cannot start yet due to 3 active 50 charges)
??? 0/50 Cannot Start yet.
??? 0/50 Cannot Start yet.
??? 0/50 Cannot Start yet.
??? 0/50 Cannot Start yet.
??? 0/50 Cannot Start yet.
Charge Storage: 13 (+1 from Amperz +1 from Irecreeper +5 from Talist +6 from Kage_Yaiba)
Total Damage so Far: 200250 Damage
Steel Diamond Katana Stats
Level 1
Damage 1500 to 2500 or it maybe Randomized or Flexible
Damage/Experience til Next level 19250/50000
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 1x Barbatos' Fury (Permanent Equipment) 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.
I preview Molten Gold && Golden Cane/Machine Gun, then casually pour a bunch of the stuff oven the Wings, burning them horribly.
I +2 Wilson.
Gaia's Bow 3/40
Quiver Conundrum 26/50
Ultimate Skulltop 8/50
Black Liquid Sorrow && Creation Energies = Molten Gold (Level 5: 6/6)
Points Constellate && Gaea Leaf = Ends of the Earth (Level 10: 4/11)
Aries Pin && Psionic Program = ???? Psionic Program 1/5
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-10, Gutza1-20, Tazz-25, crystal-24, pit-2, net-3. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Pricey placeholder found :mspa:
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'
Spam restoration: http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/forums/forum-discussion-info/2195940-posts-threads-deleted-because-of-spam-filter-place
Official DTG Cards Against Humanity suggestion pad: http://piratepad.net/DTGCAH
Hazel Wand: IIIIII (SCRATCHED.)
Runic Shielding: 100%
Ring of Sorcery: Current Mode Active: Sorcerous. Red Matter IIII Primal III Nodal Outburst III
Amulet of Runic Shielding && Amulet of Void && Vis Storage Amulet && Mixed Crystal Cluster = Vis's Amulet (5/6)
Libratum Cogitatione 2/30
Truth's Hats 25/50
Eldarium Curse 3/50
+1 to Crystal; +1 to Tazz.
Final battle? Hah. The Eclipse approaches. WKHB are coming. Well, they have already come.
I recover from my seizure. I've probably been mentally scarred for the rest of my life, involuntarily. However, if you thought that accidentally setting the harbingers of the apocalypse loose upon all of reality is going to stop my search for knowledge, you were wrong. Scientia supra omnes. Anyhow, I receive the Soul Wand. I know you can hear this, Crystal. I don't intend to utilize it beyond the objective at hand. It is yours, and I greatly appreciate your giving it to me, though I don't know if my words accurately convey this. Well, then. We shall see if this weapon can kill mimes. I turn to The Bleak, my eye twitching slightly as I glance over at it. I immediately point the Soul Wand at The Bleak. All sound within the tower begins to fade away, dampened by the power of silence. Slowly, I extend my will, testing the capabilities of my loaned wand. Within moments, the millions of players outside the tower grow silent themselves, unable to utter an audible word in any way whatsoever, or to even type a phrase into chat at all. The air begins to vibrate inaudibly around the Soul Wand, pulsating with naught. Naught but the essence of silence itself, infused with the souls of four-shadowed mimes, designed to slay mimes. I flourish the Soul Wand, and... something appears to move across the general area. However, it cannot directly be seen. It is almost as if it were moving by slowing the vibrations of the air around it, to the brink of nonexistence. The unknowable silence arcs through the air, pounding into the ribcage of The Bleak, attempting to shatter it entirely. However, it does not make a sound. Nothing makes a sound. It seems as if everything is slowing to a standstill, yet still running, as if one were in water. Nothing, yet everything, hidden just within the fog of silence and shadows. Just within your field of vision, yet too far to perceive the source. With a flick of the Soul Wand, hundreds of mime souls appear around The Bleak. I twitch slightly, and take a singular step forwards, flicking the Soul Wand. Suddenly, the mine souls begin screaming like complete and utter maniacs. Nay, beyond that. Yet, nobody can hear the screams. There is only silence. I watch, a mixture of involuntary emotions, and pure stoicism upon my face. Conflicting. The mime souls continue to scream, or pretend to, perhaps. As they do so, the edges of their limbs begin to wither, slowly sinking into their bodies, revealing their ribcages, and their bones in general. Skin begins to flake off of the bodies of the souls, floating to the ground, despite being souls, and not having corporeal bodies, or at least not appearing to. The mime souls' epidermis slowly begins to flake off, and float to the ground, wherein it remains. Blood begins to flow freely from the pores of the mime souls, as they shriek and scream, yet do not at the same time. The mime souls' dermises begin to crack and dry, forming what appears to be a logical pattern of interconnecting cracks and flakes of the outer skin still half-stuck to the body, speckled with blood. Or perhaps I'm just going insane. I don't know anymore. I wave the Soul Wand, and the silently screaming mime souls undergo a dramatic transformation. Their dermises begin to peel of in chunks and layers, falling to the floor in a manner akin to shedding feathers, lined with hunks of body fat. The mime souls, with their steadily thinning fingers, begin to tear at their own faces as one. It is some sort of jovial dance, filled with a combination of silence and happiness. Some of the mime souls actually pull off hunks and shreds of whatever flesh and muscle is remaining on their faces, holding them in their hands, the back halves stained red, showing the skull, and bits of the jaw. The mime souls continue to dance about, miming certain motions, and edging closer and closer to The Bleak. Within a moment or two, a few of the mime souls nudge their ways to the front of the manifold crowd around The Bleak. The mime souls around them appear to mindlessly part away, forming a clearing wherein the few who came forth could act. These mime souls begin to dance and mime actions. The pure silence of the moment seems to assault The Bleak, steadily increasing the effect the arcing silence has on the ribcage. The mimes continue to dance, in a pattern. What? Don't you see it? It is obvious that this is a pattern. A cosmic constant, wherein one could notice a pattern in the universe. No, I'm not insane. The mime souls begin to evaporate, heading back into the Soul Wand, bombarding The Bleak with pure silence as they do so. I lower the Soul Wand. The fragments of skin, blood, and muscle remain on the floor, strangely. Are they not part of the souls?
~
I suddenly draw a set of scales composed almost exclusively of milky-white crystal from my alchemical bag, staring expressionlessly at the Chaos Tendril. This thing does not deserve to continue existing, in my opinion. Then again, I may be somewhat biased, given my position. I let go of the scale, watching the chains (composed of the same milky-white crystal) swing slightly. Let us hope that my proficiency this art will serve to be enough. I have not attempted to wield such a device before, nor do I think I will again, for quite some time. I mutter several phrases to myself, all of which appear to be far derived from eldritch jabbering. It appears to be more of an undertone of insanity, rather than my usual, far more effective, might I add, rugose mutterings. Regardless, I turn to gaze upon the scales. In a burst of arcane flame, a singular sheet of paper, text handwritten in violet ink, with apparent energy being emitted rather loosely from the words themselves, appears on one end of the scale, pulsating with a sense of arcane law. The energy flowing forth from the words themselves slowly fades. On the other end of the scale, however, nothing appears. Suddenly, a sense of pure, unadulterated chaos comes from the direction of the other end of the scale, bursts of Perditio essentia ripping through the fabric of spacetime itself. I attempt to contain this fragment of the Chaos Tendril's animative force to a point within the actual bounds of the device in question. Teal energy begins to flow through the scale itself, the milky-white crystal emitting copious amounts of teal energies. I watch the scale. Suddenly, symbols flash around the scale's main beam, from a sort of fish eating a circle, to an odd marking nobody around can place, to a phi, to the symbol of Libra. Upon reaching the mark of Libra, the scale immediately begins pulsating blinding amounts of teal light. The Libra symbol slowly fades into the image of naught but a literal void, which briefly flashes with the image of a crossed-out eye, before vanishing. Pure arcane energies of a caliber I have not seen for quite some time tear into the very essence of the Chaos Tendril, rending its very existence with order, law, stability, and Mind. Copious amounts of amethyst energy flow from the words on the paper weighing down the other end of the scale (surprisingly, the sheet of paper appears to weigh an absurd amount, likely due to its magical impact on reality), growing continually more and more intense by the moment. Slowly, the end of the scale with the sheet of paper upon it begins to rise, as the Chaos Tendril is obliterated by the essence of reality, order, and Nihil Parva itself. The Tendril shudders with pure elder light for several moments, before it spontaneously combusts into a monolithic fireball of unadulterated entropic energies slowly being annihilated by vaporous Ordo essentia, which appears to have been emitted by the scale. The sheet of paper abruptly ceases emitting amethyst light, the ink appearing to become somewhat latent in regards to potency. Suddenly, the paper bursts into flames, and is destroyed, taking the representation of the animative energy with it. I take the scale, whose crystal appears to be purely milky-white once more, and place it within my alchemical bag once more, as gaseous Ordo pours from the Chaos Tendril's form.
ZBVPKWCTVMVDNUCWGLITBYRYJQZENCKENYDTSYJ
I supercharge Erelys hazel wand. I know this is vague , but that means he can choose how the supercharge works and plays out , I also do this to Engine ninjas favorite weapon of choice. I then shoot the PG factions with the golden gun , which has morphed into a golden revolver. I then reroll several PG entities with the modded d 1000 . The modded D 100 rerolls entities into items related to it.
corrupted rainbow sixer : 6/7
6 tome pack : 650
mister stick figure : 7/10
Orbital Weapons
Mini-Ion Cannon 2/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 4/4
5/5 for Text Based Magic
Battlefield: I heal Wilson with Gib Eclispe
Partial Inventory: Potion of Critmist II x34, Ultramarine, Militarism, Gib Eclipse. Potion of Vis x27, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x13, Potion Globedropper, iWeatherlord, Gender Spacestriker, Potion of Crimson x2, Potion of Moonlight x2, Potion of Fortune x2, Potion of Fear x2, Potion of Hellsun x2, Azure Essense. The Lazuli Fencer, The Bulletesseract, Lapis Armour, Moon's Dagger, Wand of Inconvenience, Healing Blues, Ultramatter Grenade, Picnic Globestriker, Ultrafield, Builders United, The Ultracompound, The Lapis Steakhouse, The Blueshooter, Ultraversal Remote, The Broken Clock, Ultracharge Canteen, Bag of Hammerspace, The Clouders, The Blue Electrode, Ultracage, People Bait, Indigo Flames, The Ultraband, The Azure Armoury, Dreamer's Canteen, Ultra iHack, The Plug
Wilson's Shop: $244
Mindscape:
+2 to Wilson
Guide to Flashstepping AND Shoes AND Azure Essence 11/11
Insta-Teleporter AND Mind Reading Device AND Azure Essence 11/11
Magic Cueball AND Tablet on Wikipedia AND Azure Essence 11/11
The Reason why is the Posts will get Deleted without the Edit Trick. Probbably due to Long Posts that it don't want to be Deleted wasting my Time making a big Post
/null
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.
I'm pretty sure the reason your posts get deleted is because you have no posts outside of Forum Games, and the forum counts you as having no posts at all as a result since posts in Forum Games don't count towards post count. Therefore, your posts are getting caught up by the spam filter. You may want to post on other forum sections to help prevent this.
Hazel Wand: IIIIII (SCRATCHED.)
Runic Shielding: 100%
Ring of Sorcery: Current Mode Active: Sorcerous. Red Matter IIII Primal III Nodal Outburst III
Amulet of Runic Shielding && Amulet of Void && Vis Storage Amulet && Mixed Crystal Cluster = Vis's Amulet (6/6!)
Libratum Cogitatione 3/30
Truth's Hats 26/50
Eldarium Curse 4/50
+1 to Amp; +1 to Tazz.
I examine Vis's Amulet.
A moment later, I swiftly raise the Soul Wand once more. The silence remains from earlier. It never left, after all. There is always silence, whether it be in reality, or within the darkest corners of your minds. The corners you never expected anything to inhabit, the corners you never expected would have an effect of the rest of reality. Slowly, particles of mist congregate around the Soul Wand, utterly still as I continue my rant. As I was saying, for all we know, this is ALL in our minds. Perhaps this is the insane death-dream of some random fellow we have never and will never meet on a planet in a universe contained within a reality far beyond ours, and we are all characters in his or her story of acceptance of demise. Perhaps my well-tested theories and knowledge are all just within my mind. Perhaps all the bounds of thaumic realities and planes which I have experimented with for well over three of you human years are all within my head, and I am merely insane. That makes them no less real, does it? Should it? This universe could be a hologram, and this reality an illusion wrought by the death-dreams of madmen far away from here, but that does not make them any less real. What's in your head and what's in reality aren't necessarily two different things. For example, my thoughts at the current moment could be represented by a cloud of mist. Who's to say that they aren't real, just because it's in my head? Suddenly, the wisps of mist around the Soul Wand grow to a massive cloud encompassing both the wand and my entire body, with no sudden increase of energy. See? What's real, what's fake, and what's hypothetical aren't all concrete things. I could say that the mist representing my current thoughts is specifically designed to kill mimes, and I would be right. Is there anybody to say that it is not a real thing in reality and not merely a crazed hypothetical situation that one would ordinarily call fake? The souls of innumerable mimes suddenly appear within the cloud of mist, both in and out of it, seeming to both fit in the space of the cloud, and not fit. No, I don't think there is. For all we know, the very firing of a neuron in my brain has just generated an alternate universe wherein that neuron's informational content is a reality, full of people, animals, life, and civilization, all far derived from my meager thoughts and worthless emotions. Perhaps my own life is an illusion wrought by a being at the end of it, facing retribution. Who is to say that it is not? You cannot truly prove that it is not, because you don't know what will occur in my far future, and neither do I. Most of the time, that is. There is no reason that this stream of 'hypothetical' (a word I have now essentially stated has no meaning) nonsense cannot slay mimes. There is no reason that it could not take the form of a cloud of sharpened mist, powerful enough to puncture a lung, or shatter a solid titanium wall. The cloud of mist around the Soul Wand becomes slightly more angular, and edged, still holding the mime souls within, and not, at the same time. I think I had some sort of revelation during those two and three quarters days without sleep. But, perhaps I've just imagined this. Or, perhaps not. My skin slowly begins to peel off, and my organs begin to wither, and collapse, spurting out blood randomly on the floor. But now. NOW, I know what this is. I know that this reality is both an illusion and real. I know that our minds are not safe. They were never safe, continually giving form to primal horrors designed by sapient emotion. What little muscle, body fat, organ pulps, blood, and flesh remain of my body begin to dissolve into dust. But now. NOW, I have realized something. I now know. I realize that this is all in my head, and that it isn't actually happening. I blink several times, shaking my head once or twice, before pointing the Soul Wand at The Bleak. Without even looking, monolithic pure clouds of mist, sharp enough to slice titanium, burst from the wand, arcing towards The Bleak, and colliding with it. If everything were not silent, one would hear a sickening crunch as the mist tears through the ribcage of the beast, surprisingly easily. It is almost as if they were energized with something more than mere mime souls... odd. I don't know. However, I do have a migraine. I lower the Soul Wand, not looking at The Bleak absentmindedly.
~
Afterwards, I continue to watch the Chaos Tendril. At the current moment, I would highly suggest getting rid of the thing. While I doubt entities will be of any use against Richard as much as I doubt they will be to Them, it might be beneficial to keep as many active as possible, and having this centerpiece of entropy here will not prove to be very helpful, if at all. As such, I pull out some sort of age-weathered tome, one which I happen to have been seen with before, reading through the pages carefully, and muttering something to myself once, before pulling out some sort of illumination device projecting pure black light, and reading further. I turn the illumination device off, slipping it away, before carefully hiding the book. This thing is worth more than both my life, and that of countless others. But, I've got to keep it in my possession, at least until I give it back to its rightful owner at a time temporally analogous to a nanosecond after I stole it. Big things are coming. You can't stop me. Or, at least, you cannot stop me, yet. I do not know whether or not you will, eventually, but it would be prudent to say that you cannot, at the current moment. Hah. Anyhow, I stride nonchalantly, stopping before the Chaos Tendril, staring at it, the cracked goggles upon my forehead glinting slightly in the entropic light. I begin to speak, silently making precise gesticulations.
Cuivayára hautuva orostalda.
Without as much as another moment, hundreds of thousands of oily, slimy, smooth, pure black eldritch tentacles dive through the fabric of spacetime, emitting waves of esoteric creation, weaving about the Chaos Tendril, immobilizing it completely and utterly. Slowly, amethyst psionic energy digs into the Tendril as it is immobilized by the thousands of seemingly inescapable tendrils of eldritch might, searing it's very existence with pure, unadulterated, psionic power, of the kind commonly found in optic blasts. The tentacles slowly force the Chaos Tendril further to the ground. I wait, watching the Tendril and the effects of my spell as I do so. After several minutes, I speak once more, recalling from memory something within the tome I was reading mere minutes beforehand.
Oculum ita coarctat. Oculus occidit.
Immediately, visions obscure the vision of all nearby, flashing between different scenes of varying content. An eye, robed men, a hooded man with a void-stained blade, a strange device, and a pillar. Slowly, the Chaos Tendril begins to crumble with the weight of these visions, spewing forth the essence of entropy itself, denoting its clandestine destruction. Elder magics tear at the essence of the Chaos Tendril, annihilating it completely and utterly, pure death radiating from the Tendril itself as it falls. I telekinetically crush the Tendril into a sphere, and proceed to teleport it into the depths of the Void, where it will never be seen again, especially by the eyes of players, and the nigh-inescapable sight of the Green Man. I know you're watching. You're always watching. This is the part where I shout girzmtov, and make a particular gesture above my eye. Hah.
Yes Exactly! but where is the other Forum Sections?
/null conversion with twin
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.
Turn 3/3
Happiness Essence && Colorful Essence && April Fools 2015 Essence && Wands = Colorful Wands 10/11
Paradox's Wand >Fine = Fenestrated Wand 7/8
The Think Tank -c Screen Sensor -c Hologramitizer -c Thaumonomitron -c Pilot's Room Blueprints 2/4
I preview (Curative Vat && Crystalantholocore) && The Think Tank. I also preview the result of that && Guardmetal Plating. I think I'll start making myself a more fighter-like ship, to contrast my burgeoning cruiser-type voidship.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
Libram Contractualis 16/25
Blue and Black, Guild and Mind 19/25 (+6 from Gutza total this turn, distributed equally among both)
Following up on my last post, I use Thaumic Might Lv. 2: Thaumic Tome on The Chopper.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
Post III
Meditation (unlocks a realm ) 13/15
Critical Strike 13/20
Void parasite hatching on the cable 4/5
I stick a cactus on my head and head but the cable.
This signature is meant for educational purposes only. Send no money now. Ask your doctor or pharmacist. To prevent electric shock, do not open back panel. You may or may not have additional rights which may vary from country to country. Not recommended for children under twelve years of age. Batteries not included. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Void where prohibited. Some assembly required. All rights reserved. Use only as directed. Parental discretion advised. No other warranty expressed or implied. Unauthorized copying of this signature strictly prohibited. Do not read while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Postage will be paid by addressee. In case of eye contact, flush with water. Apply only to affected area. May be too intense for some viewers. Do not fold, or mutilate. Use other side for additional listings. Shipping and handling extra. No animals were harmed in the production of this signature.
Alchemies
Billy Bazooka && Remingchopper = The Pitcher's Power (9/9) COMPLETE, NO DESCRIPTION GIVEN
Remington 420 && Every Call of Duty game && Essence of all CoD Squeakers = Squeaker's Fury (3/11?)
The Grammar Nazi > Fine = Syntaxidermy (10/11)
Mental Element > Fine = Mentaleev (10/11)
Action
I pull out Toxicide and flood the Bleak with fluoroantimonic acid.
Hazel Wand: IIIIII (SCRATCHED.)
Runic Shielding: 100%
Ring of Sorcery: Current Mode Active: Sorcerous. Red Matter IIII Primal III Nodal Outburst III
Libratum Cogitatione 4/30
Truth's Hats 27/50
Eldarium Curse 5/50
+1 to Amp; +1 to Tazz.
Without skipping a singular beat after my previous assault, despite sustaining a major migraine, I flick the Soul Wand in as remarkably clandestine a manner as possible. Slowly, shapes rise up from the ground. The souls of mimes. Innumerable mime souls of indeterminate origin. They ascend, staring at The Bleak, a grin upon their faces. They begin to form a crowd, manifold mime souls circling The Bleak many times over. Well over twenty times around. The mime souls all continue to grin, staring at The Bleak. I flick the Soul Wand. Within an instant, the innumerable mime souls all turn their heads to face me, some forcing their necks one hundred eighty degrees around, their spines visibly twisting. However, no cracks resound over the seemingly intrinsic silence. Nothing resounds above silence. My migraine steadily grows in strength, until I feel as if my head is literally splitting at the seams, crumbling into a void of pure energy. All color begins to fade from the entirety of the tower, and every fraction of a nanometer beyond. Everything begins to slow. The movements of the mime souls slowly cease, even the thoughts of all around me. I stare, watching with this horrendous, incredibly painful migraine, holding the Soul Wand. Slowly, my eyes begin to glow pure amethyst energy, rather odd, seeing as all else is a monotonous gray, save my body, and that of The Bleak. I glance upwards, and amethyst light flows from my form, until I collapse to the floor, all other things (save the movement of The Bleak) completely still. And yet, I stand. I glance downwards, and see my body, upon the floor beneath me. I look at my actual, literal body, as in the one I am currently inhabiting, and see something rather interesting. I appear to be composed entirely of varying shades of violet energy that look akin to a monochromatic version of my regular visage. I begin to float through the air, this time of my own volition, the splitting migraine still present. Two singular sentences echo throughout my mind, or perhaps pure energy. I do not know anymore. "You can't stop me. I'm a being of pure energy with no weakness." Hah. With that, I lunge through the air towards The Bleak, making no sound in this land of silence. The Soul Wand in the hand of my body, still upon the floor, motionless, begins to twitch. Waves of pure silence sterilize all sound in the area, tearing into the ribcage of The Bleak with unusual efficiency. The shadows at the corners of the room begin to shift and move malevolently. Floating towards my body once more, I notice something. The body that I usually inhabit is laughing profusely, though no sound is coming out. This is extremely startling, considering it should be frozen in time like everything else. I wave my hands over the closed eyes of my laughing body, the Soul Wand firing bursts of imperceivable mist and pure silence, unseen silence, at The Bleak, tearing into its form rather easily. The mime souls all remain still, though I could swear I saw one of them blink just now. I attempt to shake my unconscious(?) body, but am met with a rather disturbing wall. My hands merely pass through the shoulders as I attempt to grab them. My body seems to silently laugh even harder at this. Out of the corner of my eye (if it can even be considered an actual eye, seeing as I am currently a being of pure energy), I see something move. Turning around, I see only the crowd of mime souls, staring at me. Or, perhaps they are staring at the body, or where I was before I entered this... realm. I don't know. What is this? The Soul Wand rolls out of the hand of my body, and onto the floor. Slowly, the body begins to rise, rather jerkily. What? I'm not in control. The body jerkily ascends, slouching slightly, it's eyes closed, grinning at me with a horrific smile. I stare at it. The eyes of the body slowly open, staring directly at me. They are not my eyes. They are tinted slightly yellow, and have naught but slits for pupils. The laughter of the body actually begins to make sound in this realm of eternity, piercing through the veil of silence, somehow. The laughter is not mine. It is that of another. I attempt to scream, or shout. Anything. Alas, the words make no sound. I can do nothing to stop this. I attempt to draw the Hazel Wand, but my hand passes through the entirety of my ghostly form. Once again, I attempt to scream, shout, anything. Nothing pierces the silence, save the laughter of my body, grinning at me with those eyes. Suddenly, everything goes black. After a few moments, I open my eyes once more. I am upon the floor, holding the Soul Wand rather tightly. I stand, rather slowly. Everything seems to be moving at a normal pace. I look at myself, only to see that I am indeed in my actual body. I do not let up my expression of stoicism. In fact, I would say that nobody knows what occurred at all, seeing as my mind is literally impenetrable, and is nigh-impossible to read or enter, unless you are a being of Bill's skill. The pure silence of the mime souls begins to tear into The Bleak, mist forming around its form within moments, and cleaving into its body silently. The mime souls slowly begin to disappear. They are all grinning at me, staring, regardless of their positions. I lower the Soul Wand. Strangely, The Bleak appears to have suffered large amounts of damage between when I summoned the mime souls, and when I opened my eyes. Odd. I will have to look into this.
~
I draw the Golden Sunsticks. I immediately draw something from my inventory, appearing to either hiss or growl under my breath as it touches my hands. This stuff is extremely volatile. Well, that, and I can sense something. Regardless, I toss it on the floor, and watch it shatter into fragments. It is, of course, a shard of frozen sunlight, drenched in pure Tempestas essentia to keep it from burning through both my inventory, and my physical body. Obscure the sun with a storm, and have your safety, I say. Hah. Anyhow, rays of obscured sunlight, wisps of thick clouds, and Gaseous Tenebrae fill the area as the frozen light shatters. The rays of light are instantly consumed by the Golden Sunsticks. Good. This means that the minor magicians who utilize light as a medium of sight cannot watch me. That would be particularly problematic. Granted, the Order of the Golden Sun is probably going to try and assassinate me for my crimes against photons. Light-infused street magicians are idiotic fools. By light, I do not mean the aspect, of course. THAT is reserved for those who play The Game. Anyhow, I make several forced gestures with the twin rods, and smash a vial of Sano essentia against the ground. The combination of the healing magics and the liquid catalyst works extremely well, healing my wounds in moments. The actual healing spell comes with the unwanted result of transforming the Sano into corrosive acid, but that is of no consequence. Nobody is standing in it. Let me rephrase that. None of my allies are standing in it. Hah.
I lower the Golden Sunsticks, hiding them away in my inventory. I immediately draw a far more effective healing reagent (in my opinion) from my inky black alchemical bag, examining it carefully. I say it is more effective because it is both more expensive, more powerful, and far better in general. Alchemical means are far better than dealing with crystalline photons, in my opinion. But, that's probably just because I dislike things that scald my flesh, and serve as a gateway for others to look at me. I hold the cylindrical vial of Ghast tears up to my eyes, peering into the depths of the vial with a calculating gaze. Some of the finest. I pull the cork from the vial, upturning it as I do so. The Ghast tears begin to spill to the floor. However, I slow them telekinetically before they hit the ground, forcing them to levitate before me. I empty the vial, and vaporize both it and the cork with a thought, forcing the vapors down the lungs of the nearest opponent who actually has such a pair of organs. I channel pure Vis through the floating cloud of Ghast tears, making several inclinations with my hands as I infuse the Ghast tears. Ordinarily, the creation of infused Ghast tears would require an Infusion Altar. However, I am quite capable of augmenting them myself. They just won't be as effective. Regardless, I have neither the time, nor the need to make actual infused tears efficiently. A pale lime light swirls around the Ghast tears in the air. They suddenly explode, shockwaves of light blue tearing through space and time. I channel the necromantic energy of their destruction to apply the Regeneration buff to the player with the least health on Team Excelsior, for however long you deem fit, Twin.
+2 to Crystal
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 7/9
Wilson Money: $2
From the Sidelines: 9/50
True WAAAAAAAGH: 19/20 (+1 from Crystal)
Material Engineer's Handbook & Fluorite Decad: 4/11
Nuclear Engineer's Handbook & Fluorite Decad: 4/11
iBoomstick: 3/11
==Actions==
==Excavate==
Lothyra mans a turret and uses it against The Chopper.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
I start throwing potatoes at the Bleak. Why? ...idk
Also, I read the OP about battle techniques and stuff...when are those available?
My sig got screwed up because of a forum glitch and I'm too lazy to go find the banners to fix it.
So here's a cool server id; Runic-Moon.uk.to
<==
Last turn is finished. Team Excelsior, update your posts accordingly. No post today, as I'm feeling extremely under the weather.
Once you kill things and get levels.
PIT_ICARUS' TURN (3/3 Actions Remaining):
A.B.E.: 20/50
Umbra Scepter: 4/7
...well [NO THANK YOU] too bro, thanks for scarring me for 5 centuries!
B.Tech Nature's Wrath LV 2: Timber.
33/50 and 45/50 +1 to Generic and Pricy
I fire off my final Spoil of War, the magma multiplier, at The Chopper. And to be at least slightly creative, I harden any magma left over to become a shield for the cable.
Commands:
- Alexiron: Chain of Water twice. +1 mana from mana spring, now on MANA: 2/8
Alexiron is dedicated to healing others, at least for now.
HP: 24/25
Mana: 8/8 (Restores 2 per turn)
Attacks (Can attack any number of times per turn, but must spend 3 mana to make an attack):
Water Talons: Deals damage to an enemy based on how much health they have left. They more health left, the greater the damage.
Chain of Water: Heals the 4 most injured allies for 6,000. On players, it heals for 6 instead.
Soothing Rain: Heals all players for 1 and all friendly entities for 2,000
Passives:
Unbreakable Water: Immune to all attacks. Don't worry. Its fine. Also cannot be healed very easily.
Bleeding Heart: Instead, whenever a friendly
minionentity dies, Alexiron takes 1 damage. Whenever a friendly player dies, she takes 2 damage. This only applies to entities/players in her current zone.Lifebringer: If a friendly player is below 15 health, they may ask Alexiron for help and she will set their health back to 15. Costs 1 Mana. If they have more than 15 health, they can pick a player to heal for 8 health at the cost of 2 mana.
Hopebringer: Any friendly entity may ask Alexiron for help and they will be healed for the amount of damage they deal with their next attack. Costs 2 Mana.
Mana Spring: Restores 0.5 mana for every player in her zone who ends the turn at full health. Restores 0.25 mana for every friendly entity who ends the turn at full health. Up to a maximum of 4 bonus mana per turn
The number in parentheses is the number of times you need to assist Wilson's charges in order to buy it. Once you buy it, you're free to duplicate it. Wilson will also accept IOUs or other alchemies in trade.
Current status: owner missing _ Total wealth = 344$ _ Wilson's charges A: 50/50 (stored as a surprise), B: 24/50 (lvl 1 = 1 ingredient used, lvl 2 = 2 ingredients used or 2 potions combined, and so on)Splash Potion of Temperature +1
Splash Potion of Charring +1
Splash Potion of Oblivion +1
All again
Updated RP for an updated situation! Technically, Wilson still just rests though.
Oh, thank you Hank. Let me also... get something of my own. He rummages around in his ender pouch before pulling out a potion of moonlight. He sets it down and pulls the cork out before drinking it all.
That's a little better. Wait, where are... those... ... the... cat thing... and raptor... ... oh... they... they're gone aren't they? Of course... it was naive to think anything else. I'll end up the same way if I'm not careful... ... Forlornly, he follows the group up to the throne room. Emotion now on sadness.
Wilson watches the Godmodder's monolog quietly from behind a pillar. Whispering to no body in particular,
I... I remember when I had my first... encounter with you... Before I had this enchantment on me... I was standing for peace, and you said that me standing for peace made you my enemy... I guess you were right. This is my final stand for peace. So... I'm sorry this couldn't have ended in a better way... may our ideals clash and have the strongest will win out. So let us fight till the bitter en- what? ew... gross...
Witnessing the horrific transformation, Wilson turns away and gags.
Hurk... geh... ... hah... Well... this is certainly not the time to be squeamish... ugh... This isn't the most horrifying thing I've seen... but it might be the third... It would be the first if I wasn't at least a little battle hardened... Emotion now on Fear, quarter way to Terror.
https://www.dropbox.com/s/lc52qctod2dlvbu/Wilson.rtf?dl=0
Essential Stats:
- Current Emotion: Fear (quarter way to terror)
- State: 0
- Stress: 0%
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
... Midna...
Maniac?
... It's SHOW TIME!
I throw the ULTIMATE UMBRA into the air, and it starts absorbing the souls of all the entities who have died. Eventually, it starts growing. After a few minutes, it's bigger than the tower itself. I then hold my hand in the air, and point at THE BLEAK. ULTIMATE UMBRA does one slicing motion, just in front of THE BLEAK'S RIBCAGE. ULTIMATE UMBRA shrinks back to it's normal size. As everyone wonders what's going on, I snap my fingers...
...And the ribcage splits open.
I HHHH a Nail!
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED